#...pineapple upside cake mention

[littlesliceofimmortality]

everyones been asking me this. everytime i tell someone new im into dialtown, they always question me about the same thing! without fail! and so here it is:

WHAT I THINK EACH CHARACTER WOULD ORDER AT THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY

now why are they at the cheesecake factory? BECAUSE: in the dialtown universe, as we know, texas roadhouses were ERADICATED off the face of the earth due to health violations, and where else is norm gonna go for his birthday?

(most) everyone gets a DESSERT, DRINK, and MEAL in their order

HE ORDERS: the pumpkin pecan cheesecake (he attempted to order the carrot cake, at the cheesecake factory, at got side eyed), whisky & ginger, and steak diane. claims his mama makes steak better BUT whatev he enjoys his meal in his own disgruntled way

MINGUS, on the other hand, is VIGILANT throughout. she forgot it was norms birthday (& of course would never admit this), and was the one to offer to take him out and pay for everyone. just as powerplay. she sits across from norm, on the edge of her seat just WAITING to call over the waiter for the check. she orders the miso salmon, a red sangria, and 30th anniversary chocolate cake

i hate this thing. it cant read the 9 pages of menu, obviously, so the narrator is thumbing through for it and as SOON as he mentions this "impossible burger", gingi immediately gets an idea in its head that itll break the system & give it money BACK. refuses to eat it in fear of "damaging the goods" and also gets a ... bowl of vanilla ice cream

karen orders: louisiana chicken pasta, a strawberry infused margarita, and fresh strawberry. it just makes sense to have your drink & dessert match! she doesnt eat all of her meal & spends most of it tossing little pasta bits at gingi to watch it snap at it. otherwise Normal Sensible Dinner

oliver on the contrary, orders based off name alone. Chicken Parmesan "Pizza Style", the Well-Mannered Dirty Martini, and Adam's Peanut Butter Cup Fudge Ripple. he has to squash his disappointment when the waiter comes around and hands him his dessert without calling it by its full title

randy ATTEMPTS to get a kids meal, feeling weird about the bill all being on mingus' tab & he isnt around her much, so how would he repay her? just COMPLETELY overthinking it. so he doesnt have a backup for when he doesnt pass as 12 & is told he cant order that. so he PANICS and lands on something random... the loaded mashed potato omelette. okay. same with the coconut cream. he orders NO drink - instead, he gets water, and the waiter passes over him & he gets NO refills. (he goes to the bathroom sink when thirsty)

i like to think jerry gets invited to norms birthday dinner! he orders the cuban sandwich (pickles & all!), espresso martini, and pineapple upside-down cheesecake. it just fits

i WILL not accept constructive criticism, btw

[pineconepie]

could we have some cecil facts? i need more of him

He carries a silver pocket watch that he never actually uses to tell time! He just likes the satisfying clicking noise it makes when he snaps it shut for dramatic effect.

Collects pens and ties!! He loves fountain pens and calligraphy in general, and he has many silly ties <3 he wears a different one each day. Sometimes it'll be a plain color, sometimes it'll be rainbow, sometimes it'll have little cartoon characters on it. Also has a lot of fashionable walking sticks and fedoras!

Talks to himself a lot, especially before you came around. Anytime his coworkers would walk past his office, they'd hear him having straight up conversations with himself.

Very progressive for his time. It was mentioned in the story, but he does have some (for at the time) hot takes on equal rights and such. That gained him a lot of fans and haters alike.

In his wallet are photos of you <3 he has a speed graphic camera, though all the photos are of you getting absolutely blinded by the bright light LOL. He still thinks they are very adorable.

Drives a black Packard One-Twenty! Back then it was a pretty good luxury car!

Very time blind. He either shows up 30 minutes late, or an hour early to most events.

Loves sweets, but especially milkshakes (specifically chocolate), cherry and apple pie, and pineapple upside-down cake!

Some slightly darker lore, since the 1930s-40s had a lot of stigmatized issues and poor care for mental health.

Has ADHD! Since it was very not understood back then, he was subject to many cruel doctors and tests. Even though he himself doesn't know what he has, he's very outspoken about mental health and very against lobotomies and asylums, specifically the living conditions of said asylums (he may or may not have been subjected to those when he was younger).

Has intense abandonment issues he doesn't want to acknowledge, due to the way he was raised. Even though his mother was far from perfect, she's basically all he had while his father was gone for days at a time, and responsible for Cecil's cruel treatment from doctors.

Despite all that, he has a pretty good relationship with most of his family. They all think he's a bit strange, but they love him, and he loves (most of) them. He's excited to let you meet them! <3

[trivialbob]

Sheila made individual pineapple upside-down cakes the other day and brought some to the brewery to share with customers and employees. She used small Bundt cake pans which left a little bit of a crunch along the edges of the cakes. That was wonderful.

She mentioned wanting to make a Guinness chocolate cake, and one of the employees gave her a crowler of Imperial Rye Porter, aged in rye whisky barrels, to use in place of Guinness.

This crowler was literally from the bottom of the barrel, so it likely had a higher ABV and stronger taste than the rest of the porter from that barrel. Sheila filtered it before using it in the cake because it contained some sediment.

Today I met her at the brewery while biking home from work. The rye porter cake disappeared quickly. A table of regulars informed her they were there every Wednesday, hint, hint. I liked seeing how much the owner of the brewery enjoyed the cake too.

I lucked out because there was a substantial amount of the rye porter left over. Sheila saved it in an insulated, covered tumbler for me to enjoy tonight.

This is the full-sized cake, made in the Bundt pan. Sheila also made several smaller cakes in a tray of mini-Bundt pans. Not pictured: Bailey's Salted Caramel frosting.

[theshypinkflower]

ep related character sweets/desserts headcanon please... a crumb in this baren land... heavy emphasis on enoch and samael (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Akira🍒: Sour patch kids, Sour straws, battery acid (the drink), energy drinks (if those count), cherry pie, peanut butter cookies, ooey gooey warm in the middle chocolate chip cookies (you know the kind), anything sour and cherry

Sano🫐: Tea cakes, lavender tea bread, white macadamia nut cookies, blueberry muffins (honestly hes not a big desserts guy), anything involving blueberries

Cain🍓🌹: Strawberry crepes, macaroons, macarons (Yes there is a difference), tea cakes, lemon pound cake, strawberry tarts, strawberry short cake, tea, tea, did i mention tea? (Anything with strawberries and roses)

Vincent🍨: Peach cobbler with Bluebell ice cream, upside pineapple cake, banana pudding, pecan pie, monkey bread, ice cream and waffles, and entire container of cool whip, milkshakes, ice cream sundaes with hot fudge and almonds, deep fried oreos

Samael🍫: dark chocolate, devils food cake, angel food cake, chocolate mousee, brownies, chocolate fondue, chocolate strawberries, German chocolate cake, chocolate lava cake, anything and everything chocolate, chocolate raspberry Ghiardeli squares, sea salt caramel and chocolate, blood pudding

Enoch🍎: Raspberry tart, apple pie, apple cobbler, cinnamon apples, raspberry jam cookies, apple fritters, apple crisps, loft house cookies from Walmart, a container of funfetti icing, Betty crocket original vanilla cake, strawberry Swiss roll cake, New York cheesecake, apple slices with a piece of a sugar baby (like caramel apples on a budget)

Sergio🍍: pineapple upside down cake, tres leches, fresas con crema, raw pineapple, ambrosia salad, watermelon with tajin and chamoy (tbh you can put any fruit with tajin and chamoy and give it to him), funnel cake, flan

Annabelle🍑: Only the finest of desserts for Sano's first successful doll! Macarons, peach cakes, cakes topped with fresh fruit, whipped cream and fresh fruit sandwiches (the kind you find in a Japanese 7-11), homemade cookies, peach daifuku, sugar cookies with cute faces, muffins, cupcakes, and anything else you'd find at a tea party

Chris🍐: So. Much. Protein. You think Matt is a protein fiend? You haven't seen Chris. Everything is low cal and THERES SO MUCH FUCKING COTTAGE CHEESE AND GREEK YOGURT. That being said, choclate-peanut butter protein fudge, mixed berry parfaits, yogurt Popsicles, almond-sunflower protein cookies, chia pudding, and a pear charlotte on his cheat day

Marcus🍊: orange cake, candied oranges, butter pecan ice cream, snowcones, jello-o, donuts, chocolate eclairs, banana Foster, snicker doodle cookies, pop tarts, carrot cake, brownies with pecan

Jack🍮: Flan, maple walnut cake, tiramisu, cheesecake, creme brule, egg custard, lemon posset, yogurt and granola, pistachio Gelato, coffee jelly, oatmeal and raisins cookies, biscotti cookies, yorkshire pudding

[shiorimakibawrites]

First Date (Alley Cat #13)

Image credits: kissthemgoodbye.net / Amber Kipp / Nathan Dumlao

Image Description: Matt Murdock as red-suit Daredevil against nighttime city background in one block, Shadowy couple leaning against each other surrounded by candles overlooking a city in second block, under second block is text saying Alley Cat by Shiori_Makiba, the third block is a orange medium haired tabby laying on a table and looking up at the camera playfully. END ID.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem! Reader

Word Count: 8,465

Summary: You and Matt have your first date. Overlaps slightly with Anticipation.

Warning(s): Frank references and mentions of sex, Reader has a lot of impure thoughts, attempts at humor.

Can also be read on AO3

Series Masterlist can be found here.

First Date

You took a deep breath, steadied your grip on the cast iron skillet and the plate of your cake saver, and flipped. Gently you sat down the cake and carefully lifted the skillet. You smiled. The cake had come out perfect. It hadn’t fallen apart and none of the fruit topping had gotten stuck to the bottom of the skillet. Which was always satisfying. You put the cake aside to finish cooling.

You hoped that Nelson and Page liked their apology cake. You had done your best. You considered yourself a good home baker but there was always this little niggle of doubt whenever someone new was trying your food. Or you were testing a new recipe or recipe variation. This was a little mixture of both. Nelson and Page were almost new to your food, having only had your chocolate chip cookies. Well, you knew Page had eaten some of the cookies since she had complimented their taste. You were only assuming that Nelson had tried some too.

You had made pineapple upside down cake before but had made a minor tweak to your recipe to (hopefully) prevent the cake from being unpalatable to Matt. Yes, the cake wasn’t for him but there was a chance that Nelson and Page would decided that they couldn’t eat an entire cake by themselves and shared a slice with him.

As noted, the change was very minor. You had already switched your baking staples like flour to organic or something along those lines years ago. Fresh pineapple had been available but you were still a little tired from yesterday and were pretty sure that you would run out of steam before finishing the cake if you had to remove the rind, core, and attempt to cut a pineapple into more or less even slices. And all the whole pineapples had looked like more pineapple than you would need for the cake and while you liked pineapple, you could only eat so much of it. So you brought the canned sliced and crushed pineapple and hoped the label wasn’t lying about only containing fruit and juice. The actual change was in the maraschino cherries.

Previously you had used the cherries that was commonly available and inexpensive but your brother had thrown out that jar when he visited. He had gotten into mixing cocktails and very particular about the ingredients. And in his opinion, your maraschino cherries were trash that sullied the good name of maraschino cherries.

You rolled your eyes at the memory. Your brother could be a little dramatic.

He replaced the jar with one of his preferred types. They were dark red, almost black, instead the cartoonishly bright red of your old ones. The taste was more tart but when you compared the labels, the fancy cherries didn’t have food dyes and other such things in them. So fancy cherries it was to garnish this cake.

You hoped that his drama about cherries had paid off for you. Like his forgetting some of his clothes had already benefited you.

And now you were thinking about Matt’s arms. Again.

You glanced at the clock. It was a little after five. Nelson & Murdock was technically closed but you knew perfectly well that didn’t mean any of them were heading home. For one thing, even if they were calling it a day, there were things that would need to be taken care of first. Like closing out the point-of-sale or making sure things like their notes and other confidential information has been secured. For another, all of that research and writing wasn’t going to do itself and if they had been tied up in court or meetings most of the day . . .

Last but certainly not least, they were criminal defense attorneys. Arrests and/or interrogations weren’t restricted to normal business hours. Nelson had made sure that you were aware that if the police wanted to question you or worse, arrest you, that he didn’t care what time it was. Call him. Their answering service would re-direct the call to his or Matt’s personal phones if it was after hours. One of them would be there, just sit tight and keep your mouth shut until then.

Given your profession, he had to be aware that you likely already knew all that but you appreciated that he didn’t assume and make sure you were both on the same page.

You had intended to start baking as soon as you got home but your sister called you. You had immediately answered as soon as you heard her ringtone because the last time you had talked, Beth hadn’t been feeling well. Hearing her sound so happy when she returned your greeting was a welcome relief.

Turned out, she wasn’t sick at all. She was pregnant again. Which made her and her husband happy since they had been thinking of trying for another kid now that your nephew was almost five. According to your sister, your niece and nephew were already exited about their new sibling through you suspected your nephew was just glad that he wasn’t going to be the baby anymore.

The only downside to Beth being deliriously happy was that she always wanted to spread that happiness around. Which for you, meant asking if she could set you up. Again. Which no. You loved your sister but the men she had tried to set you up with . . . . well, you couldn’t say they were bad choices. They were good looking in that normal sort of way, had good jobs, and most had been decent people. You just hadn’t clicked with any of them. There was no spark.

You had tried seeing if the spark would grow over time but it never did. All trying did was hurt you and the man in question. And had been making you start to feel like there was something fundamentally wrong with you. So you had put your foot down. You appreciated her efforts but from now on, you would find your own dates.

You weren’t having much better much luck than your sister at finding your special someone . . . but maybe that had changed. You could hope.

Beth had given an excited squeal when you told her that you had met someone. She wanted to know everything. You had told her most of it. You left out the Daredevil thing for obvious reasons. While you didn’t shy away from the fact that you found Matt attractive, you kept the incredible horniness he inspired in you deliberately vague. Maybe other sisters shared the details about their sex lives or sexual fantasies with each other but that wasn’t your relationship with your sister.

Besides some of your fantasies about Matt involved the Daredevil thing. You wondered if he still had the black outfit he started out with. Because you already knew that as incredible as his ass looked in those grainy photographs of his current suit in the newspaper, it had looked even better in person. And considering how good he had looked as the Man in the Black in those grainy photographs . . . .

You shook your head and pushed away those thoughts. You’d think about that fantasy later. When you were sure that you’d have time to enjoy it.

You decided to check on Houdini. He was being suspiciously quiet.

Finding the cat took long enough that you were starting to wonder if he had sneaked out but then you spotted him sleeping on top of the fridge. You weren’t sure how you managed to miss him. All the appliances in this apartment were black and he was, after all, orange. Cute as he looked, curled up in one of those contortionists positions that cats apparently love to be in, you managed to resist the urge to pet him. It would wake him up and an awake Houdini was one looking for mischief. Or food.

You pulled out one of the meals you had made previously and frozen for dinner. Heating it in a saucepan on the stove took almost no brain power. Which was probably why your mind drifted back to Matt. Specifically his ass and how well it filled a pair of pants. Any pair of pants it would seem. The trousers for his lawyer suit, the red Daredevil armor, sweatpants . . . his ass looked incredible in them all. You bet he would look equally good in a pair of well-fitting jeans. And assuming he welcomed that sort of thing, if you would ever work up the courage to grab a handful. Or two. Probably would need two hands. His ass wasn’t small . . .

The phone ringing made you jump. Ringing with the ringtone you had assigned to Matt’s number. Of course, you had forgotten to take the phone with you into the kitchen so it was still sitting on your coffee table. You had to dash to answer it before it reached voicemail.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Matt greeted you, sounding cheerful like he was smiling. You hoped so. “What are you up to?”

Thinking about your ass while I make dinner was the honest answer but there was absolutely no way you were going to say that. “Oh, just heating some beef and mushrooms for dinner.”

“Sounds delicious,” he said.

“You’re welcome to come over and have some,” you offered. “I have plenty.”

“I would love to, sweetheart, but unfortunately we still need to finish some things before court tomorrow. Probably won’t be finished until it gets late.”

“Oh,” you said, trying to feel too disappointed. You had no reason. You had gotten an impromptu lunch date today. You were going on a date this Friday. And unless he was out when you dropped off the cake, you’d see him tomorrow.

“But I said that I would call you,” he continued. “Since I have a minute, I’m doing it now.”

“I appreciate it,” you said. You have would understood if he had forgotten. You had sometimes forgotten to return the calls of friends and family after getting very busy at work. You might have forgotten to return work calls if you hadn’t written yourself a reminder. Usually on a sticky note, bright pink to make it stand out from the yellow tabs and sticky notes used by the office.

But it was nice, not starting off this relationship with a broken promise. “I can let you go if you need to get back to work?”

“No need,” he said. “Foggy and I are taking a break for dinner. He just went to grab us some Chinese.”

“Doesn’t trust you to make the food run?” you asked.

“I was informed that my meal-retrieving privileges are suspended until further notice.”

You laughed and then said, “That’s fair.”

Matt chuckled. “Yeah, can’t blame him for that one. Do you like Italian?”

“Of course,” you said, giving your dinner a stir to make sure that it didn’t burn. “Why?”

“There is an Italian restaurant not far from my place,” he said. “Family-owned, it’s small but the food is really good. I was thinking of taking you there Friday.”

You smiled and answered, “That sounds wonderful.”

“Perfect,” he said. “I can meet you at your place and we can walk there. Does seven o’clock work for you?”

You did some mental math. Assuming you got off on time, that should give you enough to get back here, make sure Houdini was settled, and get ready.

“Seven should be good,” you said. “I’ll let you know if that changes.”

“Likewise,” he said.

If he said anything after that, you didn’t hear it after you were startled by a loud thud and dropped your phone. You whirled around but it was just Houdini. Awake now and hopping off the top of the fridge onto the counter. You picked up your phone and before the phone got near your ear, you could hear Matt’s concerned voice.

“-heart, are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I’m fine. I just dropped my phone when Houdini startled me.”

“That’s good,” he said, sounding relieved.

“Sorry if I scared you,” you said.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “It wasn’t intentional.”

“Houdini is sorry too,” you added.

“Is he?” Matt asked, a hint of amusement already creeping back into his tone.

“Probably not but I’m apologizing for him anyway.”

Matt chuckled.

Houdini apparently decided he wasn’t done scaring you. He walked across the counter and onto the stove, heading straight for the lit burner.

“No!” you yelled, grabbing the cat before he got too close and burned himself. He protested loudly as you lifted him up and squirmed. It was difficult not to drop the phone again. Houdini wasn’t fat but he was big enough that trying to hold him with one hand was awkward even when he wasn’t being a wiggle worm. You didn’t know how Matt managed not to drop him and climb the fire escape at the same time. Granted his hands were bigger than yours . . . and maybe ninjas have some kind of cat wrangling trick they are keeping from the rest of us . . .

“Sweetheart?” Matt interrupted your train of thought, sounding concerned again.

“Houdini decided he wanted to help me cook,” you explained.

“Wants add chef to his resume?”

“Maybe,” you said. Houdini meowed at you. He didn’t like that you were still holding him when he didn’t want to be held and paying more attention to your phone than him.

“Don’t meow me, mister, you know you aren’t allowed to walk on the stove,” you scolded the cat as you sat him on the floor. In typical cat fashion, he didn’t remain there for long. He immediately jumped into the counter and turned around to give you a look, his tail twitching. Silently daring to you to put him back on the floor. Knowing full well that he will jump right back up there, almost as soon as his paws hit the floor.

“I’m watching you, fluffy,” you warned the cat, picking up the spoon from where it had been hastily dropped onto counter. You had almost forgotten you were on the phone. Until the bark of laughter in your ear reminded you.

“Umm . . . sorry?” you said.

“For what?” he asked, still chuckling. “I already know that cat likes to be distracting.”

“It is his favorite game,” you agreed, stirring your dinner again before determining that it was hot enough and killing the heat. “Sorry for basically yelling in your ear.”

“It’s alright,” he said. Then he lowered his voice, “You don’t have to worry about getting loud, sweetheart. I want to hear you.”

Judging by the husky quality to his voice, he wasn’t talking about general conversational loudness. You felt your face get warm and heat began to gather between your legs.

“Good to know,” you managed to say.

He might have said more, might have gotten you even more worked up but you could just about hear the indistinct murmur of another voice from his side of the line.

“Be right there, Fogs,” he said, his voice a little distant like he had pulled away from the phone to answer his friend. “Hate to cut this short, sweetheart, but I have to get back to work.”

“No problem,” you said. “I’ll see you on Friday.”

“Yes, you will,” he said. This time you understand why he put so much emphasis on you. Apparently even when he is Daredevil, he couldn’t resist making jokes about being blind. Well, it was his secret identity and his disability. If anyone was allowed to be snarky about it, it was him.

“Get back to work, Mr. Smartass,” you ordered.

Matt laughed and said, “Yes, ma’am.”

Wonder of wonders, you actually managed to get off work on time. Opposing counsel hadn’t filed any motions with the court at the last minute to make sure you and the others had to spent this Friday night and maybe the rest of weekend responding to said motions. Jackson might have done it but Ms. Stahl thought he was being careful after his last stunt. The judge had not been amused by it. Classic literature had been quoted.

The first thing you did was give Houdini some attention. You thought he might be more inclined to forgive you for leaving him alone all night if he got spoiled a little first. And if something was going to completely covered in cat fur, it ought to be your work clothes instead of your date clothes. Through you would still probably have some fur on you. Cat fur was like glitter. It got everywhere, into everything.

When Houdini got bored with cuddling, you gave him an bigger than usual serving of his wet food. After you checked on his dry food and water, you did a quick run up the roof to check on your plants. Some of the sweet peppers were big enough to harvest. The basil and oregano looked almost big enough to harvest again. Maybe you would dry this batch. The tomatoes weren’t quite there yet. You picked the ripe peppers and returned to your apartment, stowing them in the fridge.

That done, you took a deep breath and started getting ready for your date. You were feeling nervous. Part of those nerves was your promise to wear a pair of Jo had named as slut panties and the knowledge that unless something interrupted you again, you would be having sex tonight. It had been awhile since you had sex with someone other than yourself.

But most of your nerves that you wanted this date to go well. Not just because Matt was the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. Or just because you wanted sex. You weren’t going to lie to yourself and say those things didn’t matter to you but that weren’t the main reasons you wanted everything to go well. The main reason was that you really liked Matt.

He was smart. Witty. Charming. He made you laugh. He had an obvious temper and a lot of anger but was also compassionate enough to put himself in danger to protect others instead of ignoring their suffering. You had already seen that he could be very sweet. Gentle when that was what was needed.

You couldn’t say that you loved him. It was too soon for that. You didn’t really know him yet. But you could sense that the potential was there. That one day, it could be love. And maybe it was selfish but you wanted that.

You went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Today had been rather hot and humid. You weren’t going on this date smelling like dried sweat. You would have showered for any date, especially after such a hot day, but Matt had a bloodhound nose. Which made it extra important. Thinking about his sense of smell, you had a moment of hesitation about using your usual products . . . the vanilla scent in the body wash and lotion or the coconut in your shampoo and conditioner wasn’t very strong but . . .

You reminded yourself that he hadn’t seemed to mind those scents before. He hadn’t sneezed or made excuses to cut your encounters short. He let you hug him and fell asleep on you. You assumed that if the smell bothered him, he wouldn’t do that. And when he commented on the scent of your body products at his office, he didn’t sound like he found them distasteful. In fact, after you rather embarrassingly compared yourself to a cookie, he had made some remark about liking to eat coconut macaroons . . .

There had been an implication there . . . one that matched the hints that Jo had teased you with from those rumors she wouldn’t tell you . . .

You pushed away those thoughts. Now was not the time. You were having a hard enough time keeping it in your pants around Matt as it was. No need to get yourself all worked up before he even got here. You might do something crazy. Like have your way with him in the elevator of your building. You focused your attention on getting yourself clean and giving your legs a quick overview with the razor.

Once you were satisfied that you were well-scrubbed, you dried yourself off and slathered on lotion, paying particular attention to your legs. Shaving was a hassle sometimes but you had to admit that you rather liked how your freshly shaved legs felt. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you headed toward your bedroom and the daunting task of figuring out what to wear.

You had been taught that dressing nicely for a date was just good manners. That Matt couldn’t see what you were wearing was irrelevant.

You decided to start with underwear since that was the most limited selection. And starting there would give your nerves about actually wearing the aforementioned slut panties the most time to settle. Jo would understand if you got too anxious to go through with it but you wanted to at least try.

You laid out your options on your bed and considered. One pair was easy to eliminate. Crotchless panties was closer to going without panties than you were comfortable with. You were almost certain that Jo had picked those purely to see you splutter at the outrageous suggestion. She had succeeded. But she had also brought out your stubborn streak and you bought them anyway.

The thong went into the no pile for similar reasons as the crotchless panties.

The last two pairs were the tamest. Being a very high-legged style, they looked like they would cover less than your usual panties. The front and crotch panels were solid but the rear panel was made of see-through lace. You knew that the see-through aspect held no appeal for Matt but you hoped that he might enjoy the texture of the lace itself. Jo had made a saucy remark about encouraging him to fondle your ass. And you had to admit that idea had a lot of appeal . . .

She cited similar logic for why you needed to buy the matching bras to the last two pairs of panties. ‘You don’t want him forgetting to give your tits some love. Besides, the second rule of being a slut is regardless of whether your lover takes it off or reaches under your shirt, what they find is either the sexy bra or your bare tits,’ was her exact words.

You strongly suspected that she was making these rules up as she went along. Regardless, she was persuasive. You had bought the bras.

The only difference between the two was their color. One was black. The other was dark red. It was almost the same shade of red as the Daredevil suit . . . and suddenly your mind was made up. You were wearing the red one. A little secret nod to his alter ego. Who you had, after all, met first. You would save the black set for another night.

One of your silk blouses was the same shade of dark red but you had worn it earlier this week. The other one, the one in scarlet, was clean but you didn’t want to overdo the red. You liked red well enough but it wasn’t your favorite color. Beth and Jo, at least, would question the sudden interest in the color if you started wearing it all the time. And you didn’t want them (or anyone else) making any Daredevil shaped conclusions. So you pulled out the one in teal.

You considered wearing slacks but you had been wearing those all week at the office. You wanted to wear something different. So you looked to your skirts. You had some very short ones – Jo again – but since you were going somewhere that might have children present, you opted for the longer ones. Black, light weight fabric, about knee length with a fluttery hem that produced a nice swish when you walked.

You decided to wear a pair of your slip-on flats. Jo would have worn what she liked to call her ‘fuck me pumps’ but Jo could run in high heels. You regularly tripped over your own feet. Consequently, you seldom risked wearing heels higher than an inch and half.

Despite your nerves about it, slipping on the slut panties was . . . . exciting. There was a certain thrill in being a little naughty. You knew your more old-fashioned relatives would say you were being very naughty. Planning to have premarital sex. Wearing the kind of underwear that you had once heard one of your aunts describe as the devil’s panties.

The memory made you laugh out loud. Your aunt had no idea. Here you were, about to go out with the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen himself. While wearing the devil’s panties. You wondered what Matt would say about that . . . you snickered as you pulled on your skirt.

You couldn’t get your snickering under control until you finished dressing but you felt better. Looser, more relaxed. Guess you just needed a laugh. You went back to the bathroom to do your hair and make up with a spring in your step.

You had just finished tidying up the bathroom when you heard the intercom buzz. Your heart began to race with excitement. Please be Matt and not one of your neighbors accidentally locking themselves out. Again. You – barely – managed to restrain the urge to run to it. Walking normally and even managing to sound causal when you asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, sweetheart,” said Matt. “Can you buzz me in?”

“Sure,” you said, reaching for the button to unlock the front door.

“Thanks. Be right with you.”

While you waited, you looked for Houdini. It was always a good idea to know where the cat was when the door was going to be opened. While the windows were his favorite escape route, he wasn’t adverse to darting out of the door when the opportunity arouse.

There he was, napping on the coffee table. Sprawled out on his side, his front paws wrapped around the strap of your purse, the rest of it under his body. Making sure you can’t leave without saying good-bye to him. He was too cute not to pet and this time you couldn’t resist. He made a little purring noise, nuzzling into your hand.

You kept petting Houdini while keeping an ear out for the knock on the door. It didn’t take long. Again, it took more willpower than was pretty to walk to the door instead of run.

“Hi,” you said as you opened the door. And felt your mouth go dry. Matt always looked good but tonight, he looked good enough to eat. Maroon polo shirt, just tight enough to emphasize the width of his shoulders and the large muscles of his upper arms but loose enough not to look painted on. That it left his forearms bare, with all of their muscles and dark hair, was just a bonus. None of the buttons had been done up so you also got a tantalizing hint of his broad chest. His thick thighs were encased in well-fitting black slacks. If his legs looked that good in those pants, his ass was going to be incredible . . .

You blamed his inherent sexiness for how long it took you to realize that his hands weren’t empty. In addition to the expected white cane in one hand, in the other was a bouquet of flowers. They looked like daisies except that they weren’t all white but blue, purple, pink, and yellow. You felt stunned. Had he gotten you flowers? You couldn’t remember the last time someone had gotten you flowers . . .

“Hello sweetheart,” he greeted you, smiling. He held out the bouquet and said, “These are for you.”

“Me?” You repeated, feeling your heart flutter.

“For you,” he confirmed, his smile and voice going soft, gentle as spring rain. Your hands shook a little when you reached for the flowers, feeling almost like they would disappear if you actually touched them. But when your hands closed around the bouquet, they didn’t vanish.

“Thank you,” you said, cradling the flowers against your chest. “Come in while I get a vase.”

You stepped back to give him room to enter. Watching him walk into your living room, you discovered you were right. His ass did look incredible in those pants. So incredible it was almost criminal. Surely they caused car accidents. Because who could resist the urge to stare?

“My eyes are up here.”

Your head snapped up at his voice. Matt had his face turned toward you, over his shoulder, those pretty lips set in that smug little smirk. He was wearing his dark glasses so you couldn’t see his eyes but you would bet good money that they were sparkling with amusement. He knew you were staring at his ass. You didn’t know how he knew but he definitely knew. You felt your face heat.

Desperate for a distraction, you turned your attention to the flowers in your hands. It was a touching gesture, getting you flowers. And not the stereotypical roses. You didn’t dislike roses. They were pretty and they smelled nice without being cloyingly sweet. It was just everyone seemed to pick roses . . .

“Are these daisies?” you asked.

It was an obvious change of subject. Judging by that raised eyebrow, he was well aware what you were doing but apparently decided to be merciful and allow it.

“Asters,” he answered. “Daisies are toxic to cats. Or so says the internet. But I figured you rather be safe than sorry in this case.”

“Absolutely,” you agreed. Houdini might occasionally dance on your last nerve but you loved him and would hate for him to get sick. Or worse.

“Florist said they come in a variety of colors but since I didn’t know which you would prefer, I told her to put in a little of each.”

“I like a little of each better than a single color,” you said. “It’s more dynamic that way.”

He nodded and said, “Good to know.”

You moved into your kitchen, carefully setting the flowers down on your small table, before starting to look for the vase. You had a nice one, a housewarming gift from your sister, but you hadn’t been using it much. So you had put it away and didn’t quite remember where you had stashed it. You were pretty sure it was somewhere in the kitchen, probably on the top shelves of these cabinets . . .

There it was, in the small cabinet above the fridge. You reached up to grab it and discovered that it was just far enough back to be out of range of your fingers. Not even on your tip-toes could you reach it. You sighed, dropped back flat on your feet, and turned to drag over your step-stool. Only to left out a startled yelp. You hadn’t realized that Matt had gotten that close.

He looked entirely too pleased with himself, wearing that amused little smirk while you tried to convince your heart to stop racing.

“Bell,” you said firmly.

“Bell?” he repeated, his amused smirk only growing.

“Yes,” you said. Then, with as much as authority as you could muster, said, “All cats should have to wear bells.”

“Not a cat,” he countered.

“Ninja are classified as cats,” you said. “You are a ninja and therefore a cat. So you must wear a bell. It’s the law.”

“Is it?” He asked. “Haven’t come across that particular statute.”

“It’s from 1871 and admittedly it’s not as rigidly enforced today as it once was,” you said, feigning seriousness. “But it’s still on the books.”

“Houdini doesn’t seem to have a bell,” he observed.

“He has one. He takes his collar off,” you said.

“And you just let him get away with breaking the law like that?” he asked.

“No,” you said. “He hides it after he takes it off.”

Matt’s grin got even wider. “Does he? Same place everytime?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “Always a different location.”

“Quite the criminal mastermind you have.”

“Yes,” you said. “Good thing Daredevil is keeping him in check. Otherwise he might have taken over the city by now.”

Matt laughed, that delighted laugh that lit up his entire face and brought out those dimples. It was unbearably cute.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, sweetheart,” he said once he got his amusement under control. “Houdini is a very tough opponent.”

Probably because he heard his name, Houdini gave a loud meow from the living room. Which just made you both laugh.

“Did you find your vase?” he asked after you both calmed down.

“Yes,” you said. “I just need to get my step-stool. It’s just out of my reach.”

“Or I could get it down for you,” he said.

“Or you could get it down for me,” you repeated. The asked, “You don’t mind?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I minded, sweetheart,” he said. “Now where is this vase?”

In seconds you had your vase. After filling it with water, you arranged the colorful asters to your liking. After some consideration, you placed it in the middle of your small kitchen table. There was nowhere in your apartment where it would be completely safe from getting knocked over by your cat but in the kitchen, it had a chance. It wouldn’t last two minutes on your coffee table.

As it was, Houdini hopped onto the table and started giving the vase a thorough inspection. Something he always did to anything new or had been stored away for any length of time.

“Be a good cat,” you told him. “Don’t break anything. No wild parties.”

Houdini meowed as if saying no promises, human.

Judging by the little smile on Matt’s face, he found your little conversation with your cat amusing. You retrieved your purse, swung it onto your shoulder, then double-checked that you had your phone and your keys.

“Shall we?” Matt asked, holding out his free hand.

“We shall,” you agreed, managing to sound confident even as some of your earlier nerves threatened to return. Your hand trembled a little when you reached for his offered hand but it was steady by the time you actually slide your hand into his. Probably sensing your nerves, he gently squeezed your hand and pulled you close to his side. Then you walked out of the door and headed for the elevator.

At first you walked in silence , the only sounds between the ambient noises of the building and the tap-tap of his cane. But sometimes when you were nervous, you found silences uncomfortable and got chatty. Tonight was apparently one of those times.

“You look nice,” you said. “Maroon is a good color on you.”

“Thank you, I try,” he said. “I’ll have to take your word about the maroon. Well, yours as well as Foggy and Marci.”

“Foggy and Marci?” you asked.

“Foggy bought me this and a couple of other shirts in order to get me to wear, I quote, ‘something that isn’t black, navy, brown, or gray’ but Marci helped him picked them out. Said she didn’t want a repeat of ‘the mustard travesty.’”

“The mustard travesty?” you repeated.

“Apparently one of the shirts he bought me during college was ‘the color of Dijon mustard’ and Marci says that putting me in mustard is ‘a fashion crime against humanity.’”

You tried to picture that. You weren’t sure it was possible for Matt to look terrible but agreed that mustard probably wasn’t the best color choice for him.

“What are you wearing?” he asked as you pressed the button for the ground floor.

It was a reasonable question. But it reminded you of what you were wearing under those clothes. Which made you face feel a little warm.

“Oh nothing fancy, just a skirt and a blouse,” you said, trying to sound casual.

Matt tilted his head slightly to the side you were on. Like he was listening closely to you. You wondered why. “One of those silk blouses your sister got you?”

“Yes,” you said. “The teal one.”

“Not sure I remember what teal looks like,” he said.

“It’s a mixture of blue and green,” you said.

He made a little humming noise of acknowledgment. “Your skirt?”

“Black.”

“Is this skirt short?” he asked.

“No,” you answered. “Why?”

“Just curious about why asking about your outfit made you more nervous that you already were. Thought maybe you had worn something a little daring, something you don’t wear very often.”

“Like a skirt too short for the office?” you asked.

He nodded.

“Nope. No short skirts tonight,” you said.

“But you did wear something daring.”

You spluttered, the earlier warmth in your face increasing. “How did – ?”

“Know? I suspected when you didn’t deny wearing something daring, just that it wasn’t your skirt. I knew when you reacted like that,” he said.

He adopted a thoughtful look as he seemed to think out loud, “Wearing something daring . . . it’s not your skirt . . . you said your silk blouses were the same aside from their color and I know you wore another one to work earlier this week so not your blouse . . . that leaves something you didn’t or wouldn’t mention . . . like your underwear.”

Your face felt like it was on fire. The thoughtful playfulness on his face shifted into something hungry, almost predatory. That look stirred something within you, kindling that dormant fire between your legs back to life. Matt’s nostrils flared and the tip of his tongue swept across his lips. He let go of your hand in favor of snaking his arm around your shoulders. You let out a squeak as he pulled you against him.

Despite the hunger on his face, his hold was gentle. You could easily wriggle out of it if you wanted to. But you didn’t want to. You wanted to be closer, wanted to press flush against his body.

“Am I right?” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and rough. “Are you wearing something pretty for me under these clothes, sweetheart?”

The voice alone was enough to make you shudder but the sensation of his breath against your ear, teasing that sensitive spot on your neck, added fuel to the fire within you.

“Y-yes,” you answered. He rumbled, his hand starting to slide from your shoulder down your back . . .

The ding of the elevator as it reached the ground floor made you jump and hastily pull away, vaguely feeling like a teenager getting caught making out by their parents. The doors slide open and you stepped out into the lobby, Matt walking closely behind you. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

Dinner, then maybe sex, you silently reminded yourself. Assuming he still wants to have sex with you by then.

You looked around for something to distract your mind away from the gutter and found it in the form of Mrs. Dudley standing by the mailboxes, collecting her mail. She was staring at Matt with narrowed eyes and a suspicious frown. You wondered if she had seen Matt leaving earlier this week, dressed in your brother’s sweatpants. Probably if the sneering glare she sent in your direction was any indication. She pointedly turned her back to you and beside you, Matt stiffened.

“Let me guess,” you whispered to him. “She’s muttering about me being a whore.”

“Yes,” he said. “How did you know?”

“Mrs. Dudley is a very religious woman,” you explained. “I forget which specific branch of Protestant Christianity she subscribes to but the bottom line is that she has very strong opinions about premarital sex. She probably saw you leaving Sunday morning. And then she saw you with me . . .”

“And made assumptions about what we’ve been doing?” he injected.

“Got it in one,” you said. “I can see why Foggy pays you the big bucks.”

Matt chuckled, his body losing some of the tension. “Doesn’t it bother you? That she is talking about you like that?”

“A little,” you answered. “But I’m used to Mrs. Dudley thinking badly of me.”

“Why? You’re wonderful,” he objected.

“Flatterer,” you said, feeling your heart flutter at the sheer outrage in his voice. “Part of it is that she has meet Jo . . .”

“Who is Jo?” he interrupted.

“My best friend,” you answered. “She’s an investigative reporter for The Bulletin.”

“Joanna Meyer? Karen has mentioned her – said she wasn’t afraid to express her mind.”

You smiled. “That’s Jo. Like Mrs. Dudley, Jo also has very strong opinions about sex. Her opinion that as long as all parties involved are freely consenting adults, they can have as much sex as they want. In the world according to Jo, slut is a compliment.”

“I can see how she and Mrs. Dudley might clash.”

You nodded and then added, “And then shortly after I got him, Houdini dug up all of her petunias and used the pot as a litter box.”

The made Matt laugh. You giggled. It was funny now. It hadn’t been funny at the time. Again, the laughter eased your nerves. After you both got your amusement under control, Matt offered his hand again. This time your hand didn’t shake even a little bit when you slide your hand into his.

“So,” you said as you exited the building. “Which way are we going?”

He grinned as he turned you to head down the street and said, “The sighted being guide by the blind? That’s a switch.”

“I could take over guiding,” you said, pretending to be thoughtful. “Provided you are fine with ending up somewhere unexpected.”

“Oh? Like where?” he asked, playing along.

“Queens.”

He laughed, then asked, “How in the world would we end up all the way in Queens?”

You shrugged, feeling your face get a little warm with mild embarrassment. Then said, “You are underestimating my ability to get lost. I’ve gotten lost several times trying to navigating this city.”

“And found yourself in Queens?”

“Sometimes,” you said. “Learned that Spider-Man will give you directions if you ever find yourself lost in Queens.”

“Good to know,” Matt said, shaking his head with an amused little smile as the pair of you went around a corner. “But I seldom get lost enough to wind up in Queens by accident.”

“Know the streets like the back of your hand, do you?” You asked.

“Yes,” he said. “Especially these streets. I’ve lived in Hell’s Kitchen nearly all of my life.”

“Is that why you set up shop here?” you asked.

He nodded, his face very serious. “Hell’s Kitchen isn’t perfect but it’s home. There are good people here that need someone in their corner.”

You had figured previously that Matt had to have a strong connection to this neighborhood in particular in order to appoint himself as its guardian angel. Or guardian devil, you supposed he would say. Personally, you thought angel was just as apt. Biblical angels, after all, were rather fearsome things.

“What about you? Where’s your hometown?” he asked.

“Don’t really have one,” you said. “I was born on the west coast but we moved around a lot.”

“Why?”

“My dad was in the military until I was in high school,” you explained. “When he retired, we moved to Florida because my mom is from there and she wanted to live closer to her sisters.”

Matt gave a little hum of understanding, then you walked in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before he spoke again, “We’re almost there. Allergi, on your right.”

You looked ahead and scanned the signs until you saw the one that had Allergi Italian Restaurant in cream white raised letters against a scarlet red background. It hung above a door painted in the same shade of red with cream accents between large windows. As you approached the door, your nose was filled with the warm scent of garlic, tomatoes, and herbs. You could see a few patrons through the windows and they looked like they were enjoying themselves.

Matt tried to let go of your hand when you got to the door but you squeezed his hand, unwilling to let his hand go yet. You opened the door for both of you. The rich smell of food was stronger now and it made your mouth water. The gentle murmur of conversation and soft laughter filled your ears as you walked together toward the podium.

The dark brown eyes of the teenage girl manning the podium lit up when she saw Matt and called out, “Nonna! Mr. Murdock is here!”

A woman appeared in the entrance to what you assumed was the kitchen. The wide smile that spread across her face was identical to the one on the teenager – you could tell they were related. She walked over as fast as her age allowed, throwing her arms around Matt once she got in range.

“Matteo, how lovely to see you again,” she said warmly.

“Hello, Mrs. Allergi,” he greeted, an equally warm smile on his face.

“Nonna, Matteo, call me Nonna,” she gently scolded him. “How many times do I have tell you?”

“At least once more, Mrs. Allergi,” he said, then introduced you.

“Welcome to Allergi’s, my dear,” she said. “Come, let me show you to your table.”

As you were lead to a small table, you took a quick look around. The walls were painted the same cream white as the outside sign and were decorated with lovely citiscapes framed in dark wood. You immediately recognized the ones of New York but you thought some of the others were Rome, Florence, Naples, and Venice. Some of the architecture of those cities was pretty distinctive. The same dark wood was repeated in the square tables and chairs arrayed around the restaurant. The cushions lined the seats of the chairs also echoed the sign as they were the same shade of scarlet red.

When you were seated at the table, the teenager set down a set of silverware wrapped in a red napkin, quietly making sure that Matt knew where she had sat down his silverware. She handed you both a menu before bouncing off to get you both some ice water to start off with. You wondered if you were ever that peppy when you were her age.

Mrs. Allergi returned to the kitchen after chiding Matt for missing Mass so often, her light tone making it clear that she was teasing him rather than actually lecturing him for not coming to church.

“So I assume you know the Allergis?” you said as you opened your menu.

“Pretty obvious?” he said, smiling.

“Just a little bit.”

“My dad was working as busboy for them as one of his part-time jobs when my accident happened. They were one of the few places that didn’t fire him for taking so much time off. They couldn’t take me in after . . . after . . . but Mrs. Allergi always asked how I was doing after Mass while I lived at St. Agnes. Then a couple of years ago, they ran into a little legal trouble . . .”

“My brother Eddy got arrested for robbery and murder,” the teenager interjected as she sat down your glasses and filled them with ice water. “Mr. Murdock saved him from Rikers.”

“I didn’t do anything special, Lucy,” Matt said. “The DA had no case . . .”

“Mr. Murdock saved him,” Lucy repeated with stars in her eyes. And a blush across her cheeks. You realized that this wasn’t just hero worship, she probably had a crush on Matt. “The public defender wanted him to take a deal . . .”

“Lucy!” Mrs. Allergi shouted from the entrance of the kitchen, beckoning to the girl.

The girl sighed, pouted a little, then called back, “Coming Nonna! Good night, Mr. Murdock.”

“Good night, Lucy,” Matt said as the girl turned and left.

“She has a crush on you,” you said in a low voice.

“I know,” he said, in an equally quiet voice. “She’ll move onto someone else sooner or later. In the meantime, I’m treating her like Candace.”

“Candace?” You asked.

“Foggy’s little sister.”

You made a humming sound of acknowledge, turning your attention to the menu. A lot of the dishes seemed to have two versions – Italian American and traditional Italian. In the end you decided to order the traditional version of fettuccine Alfredo as you had never had that version before and was curious. And it didn’t sound like something that would sent you into a food coma.

Because as much as you enjoyed literally sleeping with Matt, you were kinda of hoping to do more tonight.

You decided to opt for tea instead of any of the wines on offer for similar reasons. You didn’t want to be drowsy or Matt worrying about if you were actually saying yes to sex or it was just the wine talking . . .

Matt ordered the lasagna. While you waited for your meals, he entertained you with the story of how he first meet Foggy at Columbia. Which had you giggling. And also sympathizing with Foggy since you had a frequent bouts of no-filter-between-the-brain-and-the-mouth disease around Matt too.

Both dishes looked and smelled wonderful when they arrived at your table. While you couldn’t speak for Matt’s dish, your meal tasted even better than it smelled. Rich enough to practically melt in your mouth without being heavy. You might have gushed a little to Mrs. Allergi when she swung by the table to see how things were going. Which you think pleased her and she promised to pass the compliments onto her son Antonio who apparently helped with the.

Matt had this little smile on his face throughout the entire exchange and when Mrs. Allergi had left, all he said was, “You’re adorable.”

You felt your face warm and said, “I think you mean awkward.”

“No,” he said, still wearing that gentle smile. “I meant what I said. You’re adorable.”

“Adorable as someone with spontaneous utterances can be,” you said.

“I enjoy your spontaneous utterances,” he said.

“Why?” you asked. “Curious to know how much of my foot I can fit in my mouth?”

“Not quite,” he said then his smile turned coy. “Through I am curious about something along those lines.”

The warmth in your cheeks grew as your mind immediately went to the fantasies you had about about sucking Matt’s cock. You fought the urge to squirm in your chair as the heat between your legs once again flared to life.

This is a public place, you reminded yourself. There are children present.

You desperately tried to think of something besides sex. Spotting another couple sharing some of cake, you asked, “Do you want desert?”

“Mrs. Allergi always sends me home with tiramisu,” he said. “Would you like to go to my place and share it?”

The invitation was clear. As was the knowledge that you would sharing an entirely different kind of desert.

“Yes.”

Notes

I am already working on the next chapter. Which in my outline is almost entirely smut. I’m hoping to get it done faster than this chapter.

Again I had to make some decisions about general background and family for Reader. I tried to keep it as vague as possible given the circumstances.

Reader makes her pineapple upside down cake in a cast iron skillet because that’s how I was taught how to make them. In my dad’s skillet that is older than I am.

According to some of the legal podcasts I’ve listening to and lawyer blogs I’ve been lurking around, judges sometimes start quoting classic literature as a way of snarking at one of the parties when said party has gotten on their nerves in some fashion. This can be especially snarky when the remark was made in the footnotes.

Some of the veterinary websites I went said that daisies, among other flowers, are toxic to cats but that asters were safe. I’m not a vet so I cannot verify that one way or another. Besides asters are pretty.

The mustard thing was inspired by a photo of Charlie Cox at a recent con where he’s wearing a mustard-colored shirt . . . and well, I cannot say that Charlie looks terrible because he never looks terrible and maybe it’s the lighting but judging by those pictures, mustard isn’t his color.

Not kidding about the angels. The actual descriptions of them, especially in the Book of Enoch, are pretty wild . . . there is a good reason that their opening line is usually “Fear not.”

It is my understanding that nonna means grandmother in Italian but feel free to correct me.

Reader recognizing some of the Italian architecture is an artifact of my love for art.

I decided that Foggy gets to have both his TV show sibling of Theo and his comic book sibling of Candace.

The original fettuccine Alfredo did use the cream sauce found in the Italian-American version. From what I could find out, the original is the noodles cooked in butter and herbs, then tossed with freshly grated Parmesan cheese just before serving.

[lgctaeha]

「 ❀ 」  ━━ ˗ˏˋ CASTING CALL ! ( Legacy Studios ; Q4S3 )

Heyo! As mentioned by the manager post, Batter Up ! is back for it's third and final season! This trimester Taeha isn't limited on the number of threads she can have so let's go for all four episodes! You already know the drill, she's in need of four lucky guests in total! If your muse would be interested in a little baking fun, give this post a like ( or comment the episode you'd like to claim ) and I'll whisk myself your way! See what I did there?

˗ˏˋ Synopsis:

Welcome to Taeha's disaster bakery! In this YouTube variety show, Taeha invites her guests to a friendly bake-off where the recipes are made up and the taste doesn't matter ( although it probably should - ). In each episode, Taeha and her guest will go head-to-head on a short baking challenge. Winner of the challenge will receive a gift card for free pastries at the Legacy Cafe, while the loser will get caked ( i.e., a cake smash to the face ).

*ooc note: due to my chronic slowness ( ty to everyone who's been a guest so far your patience is unmatched ;; ), i've decided to do this last season a bit differently! threads will be kept relatively short, and each thread will start at a different time during filming ( meaning one lucky guest will finally get a chance to give taeha a good ol' cake smash!

˗ˏˋ Episode 1: Spooky, Scary, Spatulas ! ( guest: @iseullgc )

With Halloween right around the corner, this episode is all about treats! They'll be creating spooky-themed cakes, that must incorporate at least 2 candy treats, like gummy worms and candy corn, while making sure they avoid a few tricks along the way! ( where you come in!: taeha and our guest have begun the challenge only to find that staff have left a few tricks for them - playful things like a ghost painted on the back of a mixing spoon, jello eyeballs in the fridge, or creepy music playing each time a certain cabinet is opened )

˗ˏˋ Episode 2: ...Honey, I shrunk the cake ! ( guest: @lgcgyuri )

In this episode, Taeha and her guest must create three-tiered miniature cakes using kid's cooking toys. The person who makes the tiniest, bite-sized cake wins! ( where you come in!: taeha and our guest are midway through the challenge when she realizes that she may have turned her mini oven up a bit too high... and forgot to remove the plastic spatula )

˗ˏˋ Episode 3: Oven's Turned Upside Down ! ( guest: @lgcryan )

In this episode Taeha and her guest must create an upside down cake, and no pineapples are required! Their cakes must have an element that looks inverted, like an upside down animal, an overturned teacup, or even a whole cake defying gravity. The person with the most unique cake, takes the win! ( where you come in!: taeha and our guest have finished their cake designs and are waiting for the staff to judge - oh, no. is your cake falling?! )

˗ˏˋ Episode 4: Jingle Bell Bake ! ( guest: @lgchxneul )

Inspired by Taeha's favorite time of the year, in this episode Taeha and her guest will be getting into the holiday spirit by decorating cakes made to look like Christmas trees! Let the most festive cake win! ( where you come in!: our guest has won with the most intricately designed cake - earning themselves a gift card and the opportunity to give taeha a nice icing beard better than Santa Claus' himself )

[athshainigh]

TEA on, the local bakery's pineapple upside-down cake plated and ready to go, cats perched wherever they'd decided to settle for the evening, and it's about as close as humanly possible to domestic that Q wagers he's ever managed.

Not for want of trying, of course.

He's almost shocked how quickly he's become accustomed to another person in his home; sure, @theresastargirl bounces between everyone's flats, but Q likes to think that his place -- here -- is home more so than anywhere else. It's why Ophelia's been graced with a welcome-home spread after her stint overseas.

oh man. where do i begin?

Heaping a few too many spoonfuls of sugar into his mug in preparation for his tea, the Quartermaster finds himself biting back a smile as he turns his attention to Ophelia as she scritches one of the cats. "Chronological order might be the best course" he offers, "If only so the timeline of events makes sense whenever you eventually get to whatever chaos unfurled while you were in Paloma's company."

A tease? A bit. As far as people to spend time with went, P was, thankfully, one of the least chaotic possible. "I do humbly request that you mention something pleasant that happened, or that you did, so I'm not completely self-assured in the fact that I refuse to leave the country, myself, though."

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[ask-the-tlm-deities]

TOP 3 CAKE FLAVOURS

📜 Coconut! Followed by a vanilla cake with vanilla bean frosting made from scratch, and then chocolate.

🪙 Carrot, then banana, then chocolate.

💀 Hmm... Lemon poppy seed, anise seed, then devils food.

🪡 I also really like that vanilla cake Galen mentioned, then strawberry, then yellow.

🌑 Pineapple upside-down cake, tres leches, and peanut butter.

🗡 Lavender, vanilla, and red velvet.

☀️ Black forest, matcha, and coffee cake!

🌾 Chocolate raspberry, spice, and funfetti.

💠 Earl Grey, chocolate, and salted caramel.

🛶 Tiramisu, angel food, and apple cake.

⚓️ Shortcake, honey cake, and anise seed cakes.

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Six in One Response Post

First Response to my Filipino Friend and to my A-Pal.

The Toddler versions of the Frosty Star crew looks extremely cute. And i have seen that episode when Jet was having a huge problem getting over his old shoes he wore when he was little. But it would've been nice if Jet could've got use to getting new shoes. Just me and my mom. We get new shoes all the time. And also, Top Golf is a really good place like Mini Golf. Except we practice our swings like in actual golf. I do that sometimes when i usually practice Golf for Special Olympics. But i don't do that often because it's just way too hot to do it especially in Arizona. And the Mini Golf games can be fun too. Like when i played the Sonic Top Golf game as well as for the Angry Birds one. Plus maybe Sega and Rovio agreed to include both of them to Top Golf. And that's what Mini Games i like doing when going to Top Golf. And if nothing bad ever happens in my country America in a few years, maybe we can give it a shot together. Even if they have a Top Golf in Massachusetts. But i can always check the website again.

Second Response to my Filipino Friend and to our A-pal.

That was really amazing and i have seen the trio and Mike and Sully saved Boo's life and stopped Randall. Just like in the movie. And i hope Randall would get beaten up by a mom and son again like in the movie. And also, having a Priest celebrate an Anniversary can be really fun. I only went just me and my mom. But we can have the Ramcats and the Speedsters to celebrate it with the priest, i bet it would be fun, and Bonn and Rita might enjoy that. As well as for having Spot, Riya, Miya and Cude enjoying the food they have at the anniversary dinner.

Third Response to my Filipino Friend and our A-Pal.

My family and i sometimes eat Little Caesar's But not much since they think they're always hot and ready, but sometimes, they're not. They usually are fresh when they're ready, and i know when my grandmother used to be alive, we usually get Little Caesar's all the time. Especially when my grandmother wanted a cheese pizza since she doesn't like having pepperoni due to the whole problem with her loving pigs, cows and chickens. Because she always enjoys farm animals and same does my sister. But not my grandfather and my uncle. My uncle usually wants to use them to have meat, even the time when my grandmother went to the fair with me and my mom. And my grandmother pretends to be the farm animals like a pig and a cow, they're always imagining, "Don't eat me!" And that's what she always pretends to be anytime we mention like beef and pork.

Fourth Response to both my Filipino Friend and my A-Pal.

Normally i don't usually watch Animaniacs that much especially the 2020 version. As long as it doesn't do too many heavy political jokes. Much like with adult cartoons. They got to tone it down or else the cartoon would just be out of whack. And that's how i usually enjoy Tiny Toons as well as for Looniversity. And usually Montana Max in Tiny Toons is just fun to hate on that character. a bit like Angelica from Rugrats and Muffin from Bluey, they're really fun to hate. And also, the May Crowning food was good, but what they do there is we usually say Glories, Our Fathers and mostly the Hail Mary's. But my sister does cook very well just how mom does with the desserts. And i know my mom enjoys Pineapple upside down cakes. which would be something Debby can offer Bonn, Windy and Rita to have as well as for Scottie. But normally Scottie is into Banana stuff, but i'm sure he can handle other fruit too besides bananas. Or else every time my bananas in my house get a little rotten or get ready to be eaten. Then my mom would usually make banana bread, and i'm sure Windy can make some for her husband too. But since use have food for your birthday, let's got to that now.

For my Filipino Friend's birthday drawing and a response to him.

It was fun to see the kids having fun for the party. And usually i don't celebrate Cinco de Mayo that much not like what happen when i was at Social Club. It was a huge waste of my time for me, but celebrating your birthday is the most important thing for me to do for you. And the reason i had to post my drawing on the 5 of May is because your time zone is different than mine. But it was nice to see Shadow, the Rabbits and the Speedsters enjoy this party. And have Gerby and Sallie be part of it as well as for Sammir, Mayu, Cude and the Smiling and Frowning critters. And Cude's Rat dance is really cool. I bet he and Caleb might dance to that too. And if you said Bonn and Rita aren't included in the pic, maybe they both went to do something together just them, or they wanted to watch a drama show with Debby. Because Debby loves watching Drama shows too.

And for your pic of the food from the party, they all look really good and same goes for your cake. And it's nice to have Dogday tag along with your paper dolls. Because i'm sure in the future when you get Hoppy Hopscotch, Craftycorn and Bobby Bearhug, maybe you can include the four with your paper dolls. Much like how i would do photos featuring Goldie and Rosie in it. And i'm glad you like the game i got you. Since i have played that game too when i was young. But i know with other games you're looking into since i'm glad you got back on Steam, maybe i'll search for other games too for Christmas. And i know i have played Red Alert as well, but the game is so complicated. I'm sure you can give me some tips with the game anytime we discuss Red Alert. Or i can show you another Strategy game i played called "Farm Frenzy." I got the collection which i'm sure you'll be interested in. Because i have played Farm Frenzy a lot as a teenager. Like i have played the 2nd one on the PlayStation 3 and Portable Mini game. And i played the 1st one on DSIWare. So at least i did play 1 and 2. But i'm sure you'll like it too besides Red Alert 2 and 3.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: This is so fun! I bet this Party is amazing with all the music we can both play. Unlike tricking Sallie and Gerby with the Mariachi music that my creator used to trick Anais like in that SpongeBob scene with Patchy.

Debby 😺📱🖥️: Enjoy the party guys. I'm going to see what Bonn and Rita will be doing, and if they have nothing else to do, i'll see if they can both watch a Drama show that i like to watch.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Okay, Mom. Let's hope your shows don't get too heavy on both of them. Especially if they can both handle Crime and Medical Drama.

[desolateice]

I'm a simple person, so- A, B, and C?

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]? Well you didn't pick one. So I'll do a lot of my fics, but not all of them.

Root Beer Floats and Green Tea- The root beer was supposed to be a stand in for Johnny and the green tea for Daniel and Mr. Miyagi. I wanted to give Johnny a cute tradition with his mother and root beer floats after a tournament tied in well with everything else and it was a stand in for his life with his mother, plus soda can be a little fizzy an 'volitile' in comparison to a smooth but sometimes bitter tea. Wisteria Sherbert- Wisteria takes a lot of water and isn't the smartest thing to have on a house in LA where it's a drought. But it shows how rich it is. And sherbert is something you can make from it but you also have to be careful because it's not all edible and inexperience with it can be dangerous. So we have a/b/o and Daniel interacting with inexperience around an omega but also there's a lot of danger of mishandling because of Terry Silver and Kreese and a lot of assumptions being made. But also how when properly loved and cared for Johnny (the wisteria) can bloom in even in a drought. A Feast for Fools was a very serious not serious april fools day post of taking Terry Silver and Johnny Lawrence and trying to write them the best possible happy ending/fic and because I posted it on april fools day and wanted them to be fools for each other in the fic it just worked. I have thought about writing them more. Double Layer Chocolate Cake is because there's two ships happening in tandem and because it was a reverse bang combo of two of pfaerie's fics. It also kept coming up as a dessert to give a loved one. Peachy Keene: this is a time loop time travel fic mostly about Robby who is not having a peachy life. The pun was too perfect to pass up. Pineapple Upside Down cake: It's a reverse Au thus the upside down bit and they eventually live in Okinawa so thus the pineapple. Spoilers I guess, but it's a prequel to bagel and lox for me and a maple bar for you so....(I feel bad for the people who maybe don't realize all the whump about to happen because they haven't seen GJ's art that I based the series off of or haven't read the next fic, though to be fair no clue if anyone reading it hasn't. It's been a somewhat quiet fic response wise.) B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience? I mentioned to the last asker of this question yakgwa. There's bits and pieces of my interests/personal experience filtered throughout the fics I guess. For Hardboiled Gunpowder Tea I mean I spent most of my early childhood obsessed with detective novels and mysteries and usually had a notebook to write clues on and a magnifying glass and got little chemistry prompts/experiments to do in the mail (Hi yes nerd shush) and did actually get paid to find stuff for people from time to time. A lot of the prompts or ideas generally come from things I already really enjoy. Like I also was obsessed with space as a kid and paranormal/folklore which I blame my dad for. He'd studied folklore for his masters (which he didn't end up getting because he decided not to turn in his final paper) and so our house was filled with books on them and I'd sit on the floor in his library reading about all these different creatures and then go to lectures about bigfoot with him or faeries. Apparently as a small child I also told him I'd met an alien and they'd given me a rock and he was so bummed that I hadn't run to get him so he too could meet the alien. (Which is why even though I don't have a clue what rock it is I don't throw out any rocks I happen to find amongst my stuff just in case) I also grew up around a lot of nature and plants, and my grandmother tried her hardest to teach me about all of them and what ones were edible and what not and a lot about flowers. I also cooked with her a lot and then later with my aunt a lot, like every weekend for her and her guests who were visiting from far off places. Really there's just lots of random mixes in there for the different fics. Oh I also found a plaque after I moved last December for personal attendance I don't remember getting.

C: What character do you identify with most? Oh man this is hard. So I love writing about Johnny but I think it depends. There's little facets with each of them. Like for Daniel grief. My parents are gone as are my grandparents and it just sort of never lets you go, which also is something echo'd in Johnny in Cobra Kai. and how everyone grieves differently. And like I feel like you grieve for different people differently too. There's also mixes of them for my childhood in various deep ways. So any time I think to go this one, I identify with this one, then I end up thinking about it and going well I also identify with this one and... I mean hell sometimes I've also been Bobby before trying to advise a friend I care about but they're too deep in it to let anyone help them. I've also watched family members get sick and was told they were going to get better only to find out they weren't after being told they would and sat having those blindsided awful moments like Tory. So again, it's a total mix which I think is why these movies and shows hold such staying power with me and why I usually avoid this question because I could sit here for hours psychoanalyzing myself and the characters and finding those little ties and it's just too raw so I'd rather just do the cathartic thing and write fics lol.

[frogshipping]

🍒 🧁 🦢

Hi, Rebecca!! Tysm for the ask, my friend. I hope you and Rumi had a fun and romantic Valentine's day together 💕💖

I'm answering for Goku today, because he's been on my mind the most lately

🍒 - are you and your f/o the type to do sickly sweet romantic things on dates and valentine's day? what kind of things do you do together?

Viti and Goku aren't really into sickly sweet stuff, even if they are very loving and affectionate with each other. They prefer dates that are more personal and fun over anything that could be considered cheesy and overly romantic. They like to go fly together, have a picnic, cook dinner together, and get spicy at the end of the night. They might even go visit the zoo or visit the local lake for a date.

🧁 - is your f/o the type to give you sweets? what do they get you? what do you get them? or do you bake together instead of gifting each other sweets?

I've mentioned this before in the tags of certain posts, but I'm happy to talk about it again. Viti has a big sweet tooth, so Goku enjoys gifting her baked goods. He usually gets her cake or cookies, since those are her favorite. Particularly chocolate mousse cake, and soft chocolate chip cookies (can you tell she likes chocolate?). Goku in contrast isn't super into sweets, but he'll accept them because he loves all kinds of food. Viti will usually give him something like pumpkin pie or pineapple upside-down cake, since he prefers goodies with fruits or vegetables in them.

The pair do like to bake together, just as much as they like to gift each other sweets. Viti will usually do the work while Goku acts as her taste tester (he loves to lick the spoon). Or he will assist by mixing the ingredients while she measures them out. They always end up making a mess. But it's a lot of fun, and they enjoy working together to make something tasty!

🦢 - do you and your f/o have any cheesey nicknames for each other? what are they?

Oh you bet they do. Viti is the queen of cheesy nicknames. Goku is usually called "Carrot Cake", since it references his saiyan name, and matches his orange gi. Viti will also call him things like; "Goober", "Gogo", "Beloved", "Precious", "Honey", "Lovey", and their (second) favorite, "Silly Saiyan".

Goku mainly calls Viti, "Cloud" or "Vee". He's recently been trying to make the nickname "Blueberry" stick, but Viti hasn't warmed up to it yet. He will occasionally refer to them as "Honey", "Love", or "Goddess" as well, but mostly in private.

[notesfromthepalace]

The Girls are mad!

And they can stay mad. If something doesn't sit well with me, not only am I going to say something, I am not going to subject myself to it.

Yes, its story time:

So a few months ago, I had went out with a group of people, both men and women, in downtown Bellevue. When I got the invite, I initially said I was going to drive myself - but oh no, they insisted that I ride with them, bad idea. Mind you, we were suppose to go bowling. When we got to the bowling alley, there was no reservation. We're in our mid-twenties, why are you not making reservations for when we go out?! We arrived at the bowling alley around 8pm and they said it was a two hour wait. I put my name and number down for them to call us when they're ready as we went to a restaurant nearby. The restaurant was cute, it was a little packed - but this is where the night became disastrous.

I love fine dining and I was raised well, so etiquette and class are my bread and butter.

"Hi how are you, a table for eight please?"

We sit, and while we're all looking at the menu the waiter informs us that any party greater than six will have only one check; We all said yes and agreed to the stipulations of the restaurant.

Or at least I thought so. Maybe they didn't hear because half of them showed up inebriated.

I'm already annoyed from the non-existent reservation for the bowling alley and my level of regret keeps growing by the minute.

For someone like myself who frequents high-class establishments on the regular, I know that if there is an experienced chef in the kitchen, as long as you can describe something (even if it's not on the menu), they'll make it. I ordered bread for the table and asked for a garlic butter vinaigrette (for the girls that get it) for myself. As I am ordering, one of the guys yells and says "Sarah can order for us because she knows how to talk like them" - WHAT!!!!!! The level of mortification.

Is "mortification" even a thing?

I was MORTIFIED!

I also know when people see something they haven't had before, they tend to want to taste it. So when the bread came out, I did not double dip into my garlic butter vinaigrette. One of the girls asked if she could taste it and I allowed her to. But then she double-dipped, into MY garlic butter vinaigrette.

I ordered another one. I am not the type to make a scene in public. She finished my original one and called the waiter over "Waiter, can I get that butter stuff too?" - loud as all hell. She didn't even get the proper name of it so he brought her a stick of butter and she was upset; Bombastic side eye *with Caribbean accent.

Besides the utter loudness and vulgarity of the night - the icing on this pineapple upside-down cake was when the check came and they saw the price that everyone would have to pay (only like $60 each by the way):

"I only had water" "I didn't order that much food" "My drink wasn't even expensive" "I need to speak to the manager"

M O R T I F I E D

I asked myself why did I allow myself to be out with people that I know don't know how to conduct themselves in public. And what's worse is Washington is a predominantly white state and that night we were the only Black people in the restaurant. Now whatever misconception they may have had about Black people or people of color in general, they solidified and reinforced every negative stereotype.

Since that night, I had never been out with the group ever again.

I almost had a rocky night like that again this weekend but I cancelled because I knew it was going to be a mess.

Pretty much one of the girls mentioned how we never hang out - and I don't. She mentioned this place in Seattle called MBar. Any place in the city that you want to go to needs a reservation made. She said she called and couldn't reserve a spot, interesting.

Ms. Princess Chanel called, and what do you know they answer and say that there is an opening Friday night at 6:30. I proceed with the reservation and they ask to put my card on file, you know, in the event I don't show up they can charge me - which is normal for nicer and more exclusive restaurants. I believe she didn't make the reservation because she did not want to put her card on file. It's giving I wanna be a "pseudo-pretty girl": someone who wants to act like this lifestyle is normal to them but it's not because anyone who knows anything knows that normal.

I let them know that the reservation has been made but then one of the girls was like they are unsure if they can make it - you should have said that before I made the reservation. Then it turned into a "can I ride with you" and "who is coming to pick me up" - excuse my French but who the freak did you think was going to be the designated driver to two drunk bozos who don't even know how to conduct themselves as ladies - absolutely the freak not.

I CANCELLED THE RESERVATION.

They can go out by themselves and that is exactly what I said.

They ended up at a local bar - which is fine if that's what you're into. But don't try to frequent the places that I go to bringing that bottom of the barrel behavior with you; People know me, I stop and say hello.

So the mad girls can stay mad and I will go out by my lonesome, with my African King or my girls back home - you know, the girls that get it.

And that's who this blog is for: the girls who get it, even though I know the girls that don't get it watch and read too. Maybe they might learn a few things.

But as always, with love from your soon to be Mrs. Haitian-African,

Sarah Chanel

xoxo

P.S.

I went to brunch with an adult the next morning at a restaurant where we made a reservation:

[rayrayor]

Tag Game , I got it in the same week😈

Thank you

@guinguin1984 @ian-galagher @mybrainismelted @juliakayyy for the tag

Name: Rachel or Rayray

Location: on vacation in the San Juan’s

And now for the randomness! Tell me your most and least favorites of:

Candy?

Most - anything gummy but gummy worms

Least - candy corn

Seasons?

Most - fall

Least - summer? Too many tourist on the beach ( fyi) PNW beaches are not the traditional lie out and tan lol

Hot beverage?

Most - Spanish Coffee

Least - overall sweet chai

Cold beverage?

Most - cokes from Mexico

Least - Tequila ( bad ,bad,…bad did I mention bad decisions happen on it )

Colors?

Most - in the reds

Least - grey

Vegetables?

Most - baby bok choy

Least - onion, tomato

Traditional foods from your country?

Most - US hmm hard but regionally Marion berry or Salmon

Least - Again does the U.S. really have a traditional food? But southern pimento cheese

Insects?

Most - honey bees ( make them hide outs in my garden)

Least -spiders

Cake flavours?

Most - pineapple upside down

Least - coconut ( love it just not in cake )

Non-Gallagher or Milkovich Shameless Characters?

Most - Veeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Least - Monica

Tagging @sweetperversiongirl @creepkinginc @ms-moonlight-inn

[the-s1lly-corner]

WAIT what all did you make? I wish... to find new recipe ideas...🤲

Rubs my hands

Pumpkin snickerdoodles

Apple pie

Apple pie bars

Pecan pie

Mini pumpkin pies

Spice cupcakes with brown butter frosting and caramel

German chocolate cake

Pineapple upside down cake

And bread rolls of course!!

I know I made caramel swirl blondies but I dont remember if it was last year or the year before

Also made a good chunk of the side

Bread rolls as previously mentioned

Mashed potatoes- standard stuff no real recipe

Cranberry sauce

Mac and cheese- STILL trying to find a solid recipe that's nice... have yet to find one...

Stuffing

They also put me in charge of drinks, usually its sweet and unsweetened tea but last year we mixed some cranberry punch thing with sprite. It was sour as all hell though LMAO but it got demolished

[thatcartoonnetworkblog]

Cartoon Network Friday Spotlight: The Jetsons- “Rosey the Robot”

Fun fact- did you know that in the original primetime season of The Jetsons, Rosey and Astro not only never interacted with each other, but were never even featured in the same episode? It’s almost like their episodes were made individually, like the Lucky and Miranda episodes of Bonkers. I believe there’s a similar dichotomy between Fenton/Gizmoduck and Bubba Duck in the later episodes of DuckTales, which also introduced those characters individually and kept them largely separate.

I dunno, I find this stuff interesting, just as I find it interesting that while I think Rosey has the more fleshed-out personality, I prefer Astro to her. I guess I just really like dogs and don’t relate with sassy robot maids as much.

But her introduction (as well as the show’s introduction to the world) is as classic as the series gets. Here, Jane is overworked from her schedule of (pressing the buttons to) cook, clean and everything in between, so she takes her mother’s advice on trying out a robot maid for a one day free trial, since that’s all she can afford. George, who’s also tired of his button-pushing life, needs a raise to keep his family afloat as it is, and the only way it would be possible for him to attain it is to entertain Mr. Spacely well enough, who invites himself over for dinner for a nice home-cooked meal.

So yeah, it’s not a good look for George when he comes home and sees a maid that he’s not supposed to be able to afford at his pad, but he also discovers that not only is she quite useful, but his kids love her too. She even saves the day when he and Jane realize that they only have leftovers to work with.

From the beginning, you get a lot of mileage out of these characters. George Jetson sets himself out from Fred Flintstone right away with a more restrained temper and a self-deprecating attitude that contrasts greatly with Fred’s hot air. Jane’s also a little more lively than Wilma, even if she doesn’t stand herself up to George as much as Wilma does Fred, but to be fair, she seldom has to. And of course Judy and Elroy are fun right off the bat, while Spacely becomes nearly as well-defined as Mr. Slate does from the word go, with his relationship with George becoming nearly as vital to the series as the family’s dynamics.

And Rosey is a lot of fun, giving Jean Vander Pyl a chance to show off a little more of her range than Wilma usually allowed her to. Besides being quick-witted, Rosey is kind-hearted and can read a room quickly, knowing when to save retaliation for necessity. I’m sure you can imagine what’s going to happen to that pineapple upside down cake.

I’ve mentioned before that I don’t think The Jetsons is as good as The Flintstones, and that’s largely still true, but this is still as good as a family sitcom as you can find.

[colorfulsaccharinecalamity]

The Pineapple Upside-down Cakes: An Idea

Tw: Brief mentions of the Banana Splits Movie (2019) murder and vomiting.

Ok, so I had the idea of a cartoonishly evil version of the Banana Splits for a while. Ones that would be more in the shows age range instead of sawing people in half. So, here's me rambling on about it:

1. The Cakes are ethier opposites (ie. Pinapple Drooper is a coffee obsessed insomniac. ) perversions (Pinapple Bingo is so much of a jokester that she blatantly ignores and upsets everyone around her) or husks (ethier boring or batshit insane.) Lotta options.

2. They're sugar based creatures who are disguised as filling in a box of apology doughnuts. They're then puked up by their counterparts and grow into full clones.

3. Their names are a WIP, tell me in the comments some suggestions if you wanna.

4. They're an expensive Sour Grapes Bunch experiment gone terribly wrong.

5. Their main goal is to merge with the Bananas to make the "perfect band." They love and admire the Banana Splits, just in a way that is very wrong.

6. They love sugary stuff. Bingo on steroids.

7. They can be harmed via salt.

8. They'll be based on the blacklight funko figures, I dunno.