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chelleztjs18 · 1 year

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Hello you mrs. lefty eyebag who likes coconut and is loco for elizabeth olsen 😅 you need improving on the nickname hahahaha just kidding

I love coffee ice cream too, but it can't be plain, it has to have some crunchy to it. I feel like I've heard of spumoni ice cream before. Is that the brand name then?

When I was younger, I had fresh coconut water and the coconut meat given to me by my grandpa. It tasted so good. They also made this kind of dessert, that has jello and condensed milk, cream and the coconut meat and shaved iced. What kind of syrup do you put in the coconut water??

Hm I don't think I've had dark chocolate with liquor in it. Is there a chocolate with actual liquor??

Did you know that cows are great singers? Yeah, because they're mooooo-sicians. 🤣🤣🤣

I don't know which celebrity I would choose though! But I think I would want to be their best friend forever. I'll just have to dial down the yearning and pining ahahaha

Would you rather be stuck in an elevator with someone who hates you or with someone who is obsessed with you?

-CuriousGeorge

hahaha well who wouldnt be loco for elizabeth olsen, the queen?hahahahaha. yeah im not good giving nicknames for u. lol

also hi again. i thought u fell asleep or something. how was ur day today? what did u do?

ah yeah i got what u meant. i dont mind if the coffee ice cream doesnt have any crunch to it so i havent really find a very good coffee ice cream. most coffee ice cream i tried was too sweet for me n i didnt really taste the bitterness of the coffee in it. I lloveee drinking iced coffee, especially the vietnamese iced coffee because they are sweet but not too sweet and i can taste the bitterness n the coffee taste pretty song and the creamer usually very creamy.

i dont think spumoni is a brand name. i think it's the name of their dessert. i googled it , n it says that it's a lower fat italian form of ice cream. but i think some ice cream in store have spumoni flavor.

oh that sounds like a good dessert. is that the one that's called halo halo? in my country we just put some regular syrup or something like grenadine syrup. or sometimes just a mix of water n sugar. or melted sugar.

u never have dark chocolate that has liquor in it? n yes there are chocolate with actual liquor in it, not much but u can taste it. Costco sells it, i bought it a few times. i dont know if it's seasonal but i always find them when it's like a holiday season or something. the box looks like a small cabinets filled by mini bottle shaped of chocolate wrap in a foil that looks like the actual bottle of the liquor thats in it. n in one box they have like 6 or so type of liquor, something like vodka,whiskey, cognag n others. i will take a pict of it for u. u should try it. i love it. my favorite one that has cointreau (orange liquor) and vodka,

here are the pictures:

lol moooo-sicians. lol. thats cute. i imagined the cow sing. lol

we r kinda the same in the answer for the last question.

i would rather be stuck in an elevator with someone who is obsessed with me. i think it will be a better situation. hahaha. what about u?

next question?

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

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takethisroad · 6 years

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Tmr bakery au notes

Newt self consciously dusting his hands on his apron as he enters Thomas's kitchen, not wanting to get flour residue anywhere, mouth turning down in a small moue as flour puffs up from his apron anyway

THOMAS REMOVING STERILIZED JARS FROM VATS OF BOILING WATER AND NEWT CAUGHT BY THE FLEX OF MUSCLE IN HIS FOREARMS AS HE USES THE TONGS TO DEFTLY LIFT EACH JAR AND SRT IT ASIDR

NEWT SMELLING LIKE FRESH BREAD AND WARMTH AND HOME FUCK ME UP

THOMAS NOT EVEN BOTHERING WITH HELLO WHEN NEWT WALKS INTO THE SHOP, JUST GRABBING HIM BY THE ARM AND TUGGING HIM BEHIND THE COUNTER, REACHING INTO A SMALL JAR "you gotta try this"

"Try wha-"

Newt can't get the words out bc thomas's fingeris in his mouth

THOMAS WOULD TASTE NEWTS BREAD AND TRY TO XOMPLIMENT HIM BUT NEWT WOULDNT UNDERSTSND BC HED BE TALKING WUTH HIS MOUTH FULL BYE

Newt bakes scones for the shop and ppl who bring a business card from minho get 10% off bread

Oh.

Thomas' shop could be called

the homespread

...I'll see myself out

It's dead here so imma still just yell abt this prompt bc i LOCE IT SO MCUH.

- newt waking up absurdly early to get the first rise going so his morning regulars get fresh sourdough

- their stores are on opposite sides of minho's coffee shop

- meetcute as they're both rushing to deliver orders to minho's shop

- just. The homebrew jam asthetic. Csnning labels. Packets of pectin littering the countertop (thomas doesn't necessarily like using it and would rather make a runny compote but the jam market is a mainstay of his business so.) Amazing aromas floating by as thomas experiments with flavours. Rosemary apple thyme. Spiced marmalade. Blueberry jam with fresh blueberries from thr fsrmers market that happens every sunday may to october.

- the abilitybto tell where newts been by the pattern of flour markings on the floor

- thomas blastinf little mix as he works

- newt preferring silence or soft music

- SUNLIGHT AND BAKED GOODS sob sob sob sob sob sob sob

- LOVE MAKES THINGS TASTE BETTER I DONT MAKE THE FACTS

Newt donates any baked goods he doesnt sell to charity at the end of each day

WHAT IF HE MSDE HONEY WHISKEY JAM INSPIRED BY NEWT'S EYES GOODFYCKING BYE

K but also ben and gally would be those people who whip up batches of blue cheese or wasabi ice cream in their spare time

- vince lost his wife mary in '82; they'd always talked about setting up a local farmer's market (her family are all farmers but she moved to the city for med school and wanted to reconnect w her roots)

- after mary died, vince was ready to live a life of solitude; but life had other olans and a few years later he met a friend, jorge, through work and his infant daughter brenda. Jorge learned about msry and convinced vince to convene a farmers market in memory of Mary

- jorge owns a local butchery and his stall was one of the first at the market in the early days, and he and Vince are basically brendas dads now

- brenda has taken over more of the butchery business so vince and jorge can ostensibly dedicate more time to tje market administration but actually she caught them kissing in vinces kitchen and theyre the worlds worst kept secret amd she wants to give them some alone time on sundays

- brendas specialty is sausages with her secret spice blend, which is why frypan, who works in a local restaurant as a cook, swears by her meats and will only buy from her. (The way to fry's heart is indeed through food and he and brenda flirt every time they meet amd they're just dancing around each other waiting to make the first move)

- newt and minho open their shops within the same year amd brenda is quick to invite them to set up stalls at the weekly market

- thomas arrives a few years later, with his jams. Brenda leaves a flyer for the market in his mailbox and they eventuslly become fast friends and she takes to selling his compotes at the butcher shop bc they really do pair excellently with some of the cuts

- thomas may be good at jam but he cant cook worth a damn and frypan gives him hell for it the first time thomas talks about messing up boxed mac n cheese

@faia loves foxlet "kombucha, more like kombewcha," thomas mutters darkly at gally's retreating back

Brenda wears baggy overalls and a trucker hat in this AU and no one can convince me otherwise

STAHP IM BLUSHINGNSKSKMDMDNDNF like dnw to flood but also it seems p quiet so like. I may continue shouting inti the void about sticky toffee pastries and how harriet would nesrly lose her entire cool watching sonya sculpt marvels out of wispy spun caramel

Ugh thomqs watching newt knead dough, pressibg into it firmly with the heel of his hand, shaping it with deft touches, twistung and pulling ti create fsncy braids im.Just.

Thomas using minho and newt as taste testers. He comes into minho's shop one day while minho's on his break and newt's lingering after dropping off fresh scones.

"Try this," he says, pulling a small glass jar out of his bag.

Minho frowns. "That looks like snot."

"Shut up," thomas says, unscrewing the lid and shoving the concoction in his friend's face. "Taste."

Minho sticks a dubious finger in - so hygenic - and pops a dollop of the mint green substance in his mouth. Thomas watches, unable to suppress a triumphant smirk as minho's eyes widen. "So?" He prompts.

"Holy fuck," minho says, staring at the jar like it's worth its weight in gold. "That's good. Like, really good."

"You don't need to sound so surprised," thomas says, but laughter is already colouring his words as he turns and offers tje jar to newt.

Thomas enters newt's shop one day and heads strsight ti the kitchen as per usual. The noise of thr mixer drowns out the jingle of the door chime and newt doesn't look up from where he's kneading dough, apron a mess of dusty handprints and a smudge of flour on his jaw. Thomas leans agains the doorjamb and watches for a moment. Newt's back is mostly to him and he admires the long lines of him, the neat bow of the apron around a trim waist. He's humming under his breath as he works, a little off-key and all the more charming for it.

Newt turns the dough over one final time and sets it aside in a greased bowl which he covers with a handtowel. He turns and when he sees Thomas, the whole room lights up with the force of his grin.

"Hey Tommy."

Thomas works to unstick his throat. "Hey," he manages weakly, flashing what he hopes is a smile. His chest is suddenly alight with butterflies.

Dough is clearly not the only thing rising.

A one-woman channel flood? It's more likely than you think.

- minho as a coffee fanatic. Talking about pour-overs and the five elements of proper espresso. OMG there could be like a county fair and Thomas wants to enter his jams and win a prize so he can look good in front of Newt and win his flavour favour. But he gets so stressed about it ("shouldn't you cool it a bit?" Minho asks as thomas slams his fifth double espresso of the day.

Thomas doesnt seem to hear him. "Gotta go fast," he says.) that his jams turn out shit. Everything is despair.

But then, the next morning, a knock on his door. (Thomas isnt used to knocking. He and newt never knock; they just barge right into each others kitchens at this point. But this is his apartment.) He opens it and newt is there, a little uncertain but holding somethinf wrapprd in a teatowel. It's the best damn bread thomas has ever smelled. So he invites newt in and pushes the bitterness of the county fair down in his chest and they cut the bread (still warm). And its fucking delicious, the best thing thomas has ever tasted and he just looks at newt awestruck. "What's your secret?"

Newt actuslly blushes, mumbles something thomas doesnt catch. He leans forward. "What?"

"I said, things taste best when they're made with love." Newt is fully blushing now, the tips of his ears matching the gingham teatowel.

Thomas blinks. Surely he hadn't heard correctly. "Wait, you- oh. Oh."

#newtmas #tmr #newt #thomas #snippets #listen this is such a lovely idea yall on discord are the best #i take no credit for the prompt these are just my dumb notes about fluffy boys and sunlight and jam

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charlieboi2d-blog · 7 years

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Mental Health Awareness Poem

**“help please,”/ softly spoken words on deaf ears, maybe ask nicely again please,/ “i got a dieses,”/ “trying to breathe, i just wheez,”/ “begging please, im on my knees,”/ “my hearts pumpin so fast it might seize”/ “help me”,/ i feel depressed and useless,/ I don’t choose this, it’s the devil that do this,/ whys life so ruthless,/

“help please,”/ “i got a dieses,”/ “trying to breathe, i just wheez,”/ “begging please, im on my knees”/ “my hearts pumpin so fast it might seize”/ “help me”,/ sorry, open your eyes and see,) mental health isnt free,/ is this really how we want this Earth to be,/ we got to be the change we want to see,/

life is, i cant figure it out, lost in illusions,/ / as soon as i can complete thought, its wiped with mass confusion,// so I’m boozin,// drugs abusing,// the medication of pains chosen,// headlights off, and its midnight on crazy lane, 100 miles an hour, I'm Cruisin,// you just can’t win when you’re predestined for losin,// xanax barz, whiskey and music my only self soothin,// the path im on is broke,/ my dreams have lost all hope,/ did i mention, a.d.h.d., has robbed me of all attention,// what about the system, stop and listen,// help with mental helth people's just not gettin,// not without wealth, out of site or outa mind,// and if it leads to a crime,// you get time,// ok fine,// now they can’t decline, they got to give me help this time,// its so designed,// court appointed lawyer is all pretend,// so the government is just content then,// say your prayers your a felon,// a session with a nurse is all they recommend, Amen,// months and waitin, time lost and wastin,// prisons acts as if they got no one in mental helth occupation,// unless you’re looking for satin,// you feel like you’ve been forsaken,// o.c.d. and panic is all you feel, time for Life Awakening,// still detoxing from alcohol as your uncontrollably shaking,// panic attack has you clinched at your jaw,// cuz medication something you never saw,// coping mechanism they blessed you with, chanting woo saw,// what do you deserve if you vilated the law,// empathetic trailer trash convict, your lucky to be living at all,//

**“help please,”/ softly spoken words on deaf ears, maybe ask nicely again please,/ “i got a dieses,”/ “trying to breathe, i just wheeze,”/ “begging please, im on my knees,”/ “my hearts pumpin so fast it might seize”/ “help me”,/ i feel depressed and useless,/ I don’t choose this, it’s the devil that do this,/ whys life so ruthless,/

my thoughts are to sporadic,// its erratic,// i got more voices then youd find in the Atlantic,// goast from the Titanic,// help please, im anxious and frantic,// stop and demand it, I promise I won’t take the help for granted,// but all they see, you’re just a bipolar, ocd, schizophrenic,// with a mix of social anxiety and personality disorder, and most those personality manic,// you want what, you’re just being a lil dramatic,// “yeah you’re right, all this i just planned it,”// just more delusions of da trailer trash addict,// “help please,” once again we gotta say no,// shit in one hand wish in the other, who knows,// there mite be a wishin well in a stones throw,// why fight, who is it you think you be,/ look in da mirrors and who is it you see,/ phyco, worthless waste of a soul,/ pathetic peace of shit, why dont you just o d,// man in da mirror agree’s,/ drain of life, just misery’s magnet,/ bleach, poison, spur of da moment why plan it,/ jump in traffic,/ you with me, no one’s will think its tragic,/ no more pain,/ blue magic,/ ice cream and sexy chick’s, sex unclean,// fill your nose with cocaine,// numb your nostrils and trout, love da drain,// drugs mask what you dont see,/ weed, pcp,/ alcohol, xanx and ecstasy,/ deppession neglected who i be,/ 3 different people in me,/ paranoia, sure destroy its beholder,/ now i got medicine filling me,/ till realty comes back with misery,/ come escape with me,/

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charlieboi2d-blog · 7 years

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**"help please,"/ softly spoken words on deaf ears, maybe ask nicely again please,/ "i got a dieses,"/ "trying to breathe, i just wheez,"/ "begging please, im on my knees,"/ "my hearts pumpin so fast it might seize"/ "help me",/ i feel depressed and useless,/ I don't choose this, it's the devil that do this,/ whys life so ruthless,/ "help please,"/ "i got a dieses,"/ "trying to breathe, i just wheez,"/ "begging please, im on my knees"/ "my hearts pumpin so fast it might seize"/ "help me",/ sorry, open your eyes and see,) mental health isnt free,/ is this really how we want this Earth to be,/ we got to be the change we want to see,/ life is, i cant figure it out, lost in illusions,/ / as soon as i can complete thought, its wiped with mass confusion,// so I'm boozin,// drugs abusing,// the medication of pains chosen,// headlights off, and its midnight on crazy lane, 100 miles an hour im Cruisin,// you just can't win when you're predestined for losin,// xanax barz, whiskey and music my only self soothin,// the path im on is broke,/ my dreams have lost all hope,/ did i mention, a.d.h.d., has robbed me of all attention,// what about the system, stop and listen,// help with mental helth people's just not gettin,// not without welth, out of site or outa mind,// and if it leads to a crime,// you get time,// ok fine,// now they can't decline, they got to give me help this time,// its so designed,// court appointed lawyer is all pretend,// so the government is just content then,// say your prayers your a felon,// a session with a nurse is all they recommend, Amen,// months and waitin, time lost and wastin,// prisons acts as if they got no one in mental helth occupation,// unless you're looking for satin,// you feel like you've been forsaken,// o.c.d. and panic is all you feel, time for Life Awakening,// still detoxing from alcohol as your uncontrollably shaking,// panic attack has you clinched at your jaw,// cuz medication something you never saw,// coping mechanism they blessed you with, chanting woo saw,// what do you deserve if you vilated the law,// empathetic trailer trash convict, your lucky to be living at all,// **"help please,"/ softly spoken words on deaf ears, maybe ask nicely again please,/ "i got a dieses,"/ "trying to breathe, i just wheez,"/ "begging please, im on my knees,"/ "my hearts pumpin so fast it might seize"/ "help me",/ i feel depressed and useless,/ I don't choose this, it's the devil that do this,/ whys life so ruthless,/ "help please,"/ "i got a dieses,"/ "trying to breathe, i just wheez,"/ "begging please, im on my knees"/ "my hearts pumpin so fast it might seize"/ "help me",/ sorry, open your eyes and see,) mental health isnt free,/ is this really how we want this Earth to be,/ we got to be the change we want to see,/ now follow me,/ my thoughts are to sporadic,// its erratic,// i got more voices then youd find in the Atlantic,// goast from the Titanic,// help please, im anxious and frantic,// stop and demand it, I promise I won't take the help for granted,// but all they see, you're just a bipolar, ocd, schizophrenic,// with a mix of social anxiety and personality disorder, and most those personalitys manic,// you want what, you're just being a lil dramatic,// "yeah you're right, all this i just planned it,"// just more delusions of da trailer trash addic,// "help please," once again we gotta say no,// shit in one hand wish in the other, who knows,// there mite be a wishin well in a stones throw,// why fight, who is it you think you be,/ look in da mirrors and who is it you see,/ phyco, worthless waste of a soul,/ pathetic peace of shit, why dont you just o d,// man in da mirror agree's,/ drain of life, just misery's magnet,/ bleach, posion, spur of da moment why plan it,/ highway jump in traffic,/ thats it, no one will think its tragic,/ intelligently insane,/ im lost and deranged,/ no more pain,/ take your breath away, asthmatic,/ heroin races thru blue veins,/ blue magic,/ lost deppession, Obsession and shame,// feeling euphoric as Bliss takes over the brain,// fill your nose with cocaine,// numb your nostrils and trout when it drain,// ice cream and sexy chick's, wanting a fix,/ double team, sex unclean,/ high in da clouds, climax were free,// weed, pcp,/ alcohol, xanx and ecstasy,// now i got medicine filling me,// be the change you wanna see,/ **"help please,"/ softly spoken words on deaf ears, maybe ask nicely again please,/ "i got a dieses,"/ "trying to breathe, i just wheez,"/ "begging please, im on my knees,"/ "my hearts pumpin so fast it might seize"/ "help me",/ i feel depressed and useless,/ I don't choose this, it's the devil that do this,/ whys life so ruthless,/ "help please,"/ "i got a dieses,"/ "trying to breathe, i just wheez,"/ "begging please, im on my knees"/ "my hearts pumpin so fast it might seize"/ "help me",/ sorry, open your eyes and see,) mental health isnt free,/ is this really how we want this Earth to be,/ we got to be the change we want to see,/

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