#Black Label burger

[blacklabelgrill]

Wings and Burgers Mount Waverley

Wings and burgers are popular food choices in Mount Waverley, and several local restaurants specialise in offering these mouth-watering dishes. These eateries often have a casual atmosphere, making them the perfect place to catch up with friends or grab a quick and delicious meal. if you're in the mood for wings and burgers in Mount Waverley, you won't be disappointed. The Black Label Grill Restaurant offers a range of options to satisfy any craving, and their casual atmosphere makes them the perfect place to relax and enjoy a delicious meal.Visit: https://www.blacklabelgrill.com.au/

[anistarrose]

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a paragraph titled "Secret Menu," reading: "Go to any burger restaurant. Order a "King's Despair." When they say they've never heard of a "King's Despair," tell them "The Lord is Displeased!" and stroke your chin 3 times. They will click their heels and say "Good sir!" and bring you one incredibly massive fry the length and width of a champion lumberjack's arm. This fry is yours to eat, but if you ever tell anyone about this, the store will disappear and never come back." Below is a photo of a fast-food worker, presenting you a fry the size of an arm with a tiny drizzle of ketchup on it.

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[jackalopesao3]

HCs For What The Obey Me Cast Smell Like 🌹🌼

Characters: everyone that has had a face reveal

This has been in my drafts for over a year. I finally finished it. Enjoy!

Lucifer

A cologne with a signature mix of fresh scents with some notes of leather. When he’s tired, he’ll occasionally switch to a cool cologne with minty notes to perk himself up. There’s also a faint aroma of tea or coffee in him depending on what he’s brewing to stay awake to burn the midnight oil to finish his endless work.

Mammon

Money Hmmm…a luxury cologne for sure! We all know he has a taste for high end items. I think he’d go for an old school fragrance, maybe something citrusy with a hint of tobacco.

Leviathan

Say it with me: Axe Body Spray

When Asmodeus yeets his axe into the void like the good little brother he is, he will gift Leviathan with cologne he thinks he will like. This means anything that comes in an anime-style container. So Leviathan’s scent will vary.

Satan

New book smell, old book smell, catnip - it depends on what he’s up to. I don’t doubt for one second he always has at least one pouch of catnip on him. He probably has some nice cologne too courtesy of Asmo or his various connections in his social circles.

Asmodeus

He likes to burn vanilla, sandalwood, and amber scented candles and incense so he has those scents on him. Asmo also has a variety of colognes and perfumes so his scent changes almost daily.

Beelzebub

Beel could smell like the most heavenly cupcakes ever baked or the greasiest burger ever fried. It all depends on what he just ate. Because of how much the boy eats he tends to smell like the food he ate.

No one is to give him food-scented cologne because he will just eat the bottle. He uses neutralizing scents to bathe so the scents don’t get in the way of him enjoying his food later.

Belphegor

Fabric softener with notes of lavender. He needs the softest of sheets with the most relaxing scent possible. Sometimes he’ll opt to use a lavender and eucalyptus scented pillow mist too so that scent will cling to him.

Diavolo

A woody cologne to go along with his naturally smoky scent from his constant use of fire magic. Sometimes he changes it up with warm scents like cinnamon and ginger or something lively like citrus.

Barbatos

If he were to wear cologne at all it would be something very subtle with notes of bergamot that closely matches earl grey tea. The notes are calming yet revitalizing at the same time. Sometimes it’s whatever pastries he’s just baked. He smells sweet and warm. Barbatos can also smell very clean like tea tree oil with notes of mint. It just depends on what he’s doing at the time.

Simeon

Most mornings he smells like pancakes since he’s constantly making them for Luke. Simeon also likes refreshing scents with minty notes or anything with an “ocean” or “sea” label as it helps him to relax and focus on writing.

Solomon

He is constantly burning sage, patchouli, nag champa, or frankincense to cover up the smell of his various potions and experiments so he smells like an incense hippie shop. (I highly approve btw!)

BUT I could also see this weirdo quickly spritzing Old Spice on himself as well.

Luke

Little angel baby bakes a lot so he smells sweet with notes of whatever it is that he’s baking or like the pancakes he loves to eat!

Thirteen

It depends on her mood! Some days it’s strawberries like her favorite strawberry shampoo and body wash. Other days she goes for something different like amber or a floral scent.

Mephistopheles

On days he pulls all nighters working on the newspaper, coffee: black, medium roast. Besides that he wears a posh cologne brand with notes of rosewood and tobacco.

Raphael

Pine trees and woody notes with a hint of spice. Is it cologne, his body wash, or his natural scent? You’ll have to ask him!

[silent-raven13]

The Star and the Waiter

(AU: Hobie is a Punk Star coming into a Puerto Rican restaurant and happens to meet a certain cute waiter, Miles! No Spider-man/super powers in this world)

"You fuckers been Ace!" Hobie finished the last song with a big bang having his electric guitar smashing on stage before he jump on to the crowd. The Spider-band kept playing their music while their lead singer stage dive.

The audience cheers out loud a mixtures of joy shrills, screams and tears. They tries to touch every part of the punker, while he sticks his devil horn hand sign in the air.

After another successful concert, the manager of the famous Spider-band got all the members back on the tour bus, "Fucking nice work, guys! Another best show! Ya'll are trending on all social media! Fucking beautiful! Hobie, I could kiss you man!"

Hobie walks in the tour bus with a big grin on his face, "Oh yeah? Never knew you find me attractive, Bruce?"

"Pfft, easy fucker. Figure of speech. Anyway, best way to end the tour. Tomorrow ya'll can rest." The manager chuckles.

Riri, the bass player finally rested on the couch, "Fucking finally! I'm so fucking tired!"

"For real!" Karl, the second guitarist.

"Ugh, I'm so sore!" Mattea groans being so exhausted. "I just want to sleep." She landed on Riri being exhausted.

"Fuck Mattea! Warn a gal!" The dark skinned bass player grunts.

Hobie stood wiping off the kiss marks from his face after they dealt with the VIP fans. There were so many girls than the last time. The popularity of the punk band had grown faster in the last year.

Honestly, Hobie didn't expect his band to made it into fame. Hell, he became one of the most popular, eye candy lead singer around! Anyone would want him. Model agencies, make-up companies, other artists wanting to collab- hell, he even got rich influencers and high class people wanting to pay him to be in a "relationship" with him for the publicity.

No, he's not like that. Maybe that's why his band are so famous. They are the real deal! They never back down on what they believe in. Hobie always doing what he wants and no one can stop him. He is rawr to the core, he never believe in consistency, Chaos, no labels, staying true to his own words got him the fame he needs.

Let's not forget, his looks too! This handsome lad has all the women squealing at his feet. They would faint at the spot. "Hah, crazy you made out with that mum." Karl commented.

"Oh yeah, she was so proud about using her son's college fund to get here." Riri laughs, "Well, everyone wants to fuck Hobie Brown, right?"

Mattea laughs, "For real. Remember that popular celebrity send him a letter begging to be his girlfriend and she was willing to pay him."

"Expensive ass whore." Karl nudges his best friend, "Right, man. You turned down a multi-billion dollar relationship! You'll be set. I heard rich girls like that only into NFL or NBA players, especially black guys."

"That's so true. Didn't her sister marry a basketball player and then, divorce within the week?" Mattea asked, "I say stay away."

"For real, rich white girls like that only cares about flaunting their riches and you know how they love using black men for their sick twisted desire for a mix child. It's all shit." Riri let Mattea lay on her lap while they talk.

"Well, Hobie Brown is never going to be involved with transplants! I prefer the real thing in a person." He walks to sit on a lazy boy, his leather pants made a squeak sound. The lead singer wore all black with a spike battle leather vest jacket, leather black pants with three belts wrapped around his waist, buckled thick combat boots. The sexiest look for the singer, his heavy boots made sounds for every step.

"Hahaha, and that's why you got stalkers. That rich girl didn't take no so lightly." Mattea laughs, "She did a whole story on her social media."

"That's her problem." Hobie chuckles, "Anyway, I'm a bit famish. Is there any food?"

"We got leftovers, dude." Karl checks the fridge to find burgers, tacos, all sorts of leftovers. "I'm sure half of them are spoiled because this fridge stinks!"

"Unless you want leftover old Chinese?" Mattea hums.

"Eck, I'll go grab a bite." Hobie snorted, deciding to get his wallet and smartphone.

"Whoa. Whoa. Hobie," His manager stops his, "Your not going out, again! Last time you did, you got shitfaced and had an all out brawl!"

"Pfft, not my fault a couple of blokes wanted to fight." Hobie remembers he went to a pub to drink and ended up kisses some of these men's girlfriends or dates- Whatever it was. They wanted to fight him so he gladly fought them. That was a trend, all over social media.

Luckily, his fans and most people were on his side. Since it wasn't his fault those women didn't admit they were in relationships. Everyone loses their minds over a Star!

"Let him go, Bruce. Hobie can take care of himself. Besides, we're done with the tour." Riri was on her Smartphone seeing their concert was trending all over on TikTok.

"Hah, yeah. And we go back home tomorrow. So, let's just chill." Karl hums, "Anyway, I'ma order some pizza."

"Oh I'll take a stuffed cheesy crust with pepperoni." Mattea shouted.

Hobie was done with junk food, being on the damn road only got them eating junk. They had only beer, too. He wanted something different, something home-made? He wasn't sure. All he knows he's sick of these take out and expensive dishes that aren't good.

"Bro, you better hurry and get something to eat. Just because it's New York, doesn't mean some restaurants closes later." Riri hums.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be quick, besides I know where to look." He waves his hands away, "I'll be fine, pops." He left with a grin on his face toward his manager.

"Fucking Hobie..." Bruce groans being stressed out, "Send me your location, kid!"

"Fine. Fine!" Hobie rolled his eyes before leaving out of his tour bus, he saw how much the crowd died down. Checking his phone, he saw it was nine... shame, his band could've gone longer, but fucking Bruce warns them to follow the schedule.

Anyway, he saw an interesting spot when his tour bus pass through the city. It looked homey, warm with an interesting art wall on the side. Whoever are the owners of the restaurant, they were smart enough to have an artist to create such a beautiful artwork. Shame Hobie wasn't able to admire it long, since his tour bus speed up. He did remember the name... Morales' Kitchen.

"Hmm," He realized he needs to look it up to see what to order. Pulling up his expensive smart phone, he found the restaurant is Puerto Rican basis. It looked appealing and the reviews shows positive reviews.

Reviewers:

BunnyFox: OMG I loved coming here since I was a kid! Best Puerto Rican FOOD EVER!!!

ShyGuy23: Man, this place is soo good. If you want to taste Puerto Rico, it tastes just like home! I missed my mom's cooking, so this comes close to it.

PuertoRicanGirlie: BEST PUERTO RICAN PLACE EVA!

And it went on with that. Many recommended the traditional plate which contain tostones, arroz con habichuelas (rice and beans), and a choice of chicken, pork, or beef. Many recommended pork or chicken with a side of salad. He'll probably get that, he never had Puerto Rican food.

Now, this might come a surprised from the Punk-Star with his family descendants of Jamaican and Haitian ancestry, he always loves trying Caribbean food. By now, he would've tried Puerto Rican, but nope. So far, he had Mexican and Dominican food as far as he knows.

Well there's a first time for everything.

He chuckles at his own thoughts, he never thought he would say that, again. The nineteen year old had been through every sexual, adventurous experience so his first times were long gone.

Walking in the slight cold night of the city, he pulled out his cigarette to smoke. His wicks bounces from every step he takes, enjoying his walk.

Ahh, this is nice.

Hobie isn't gonna lie, he so far hates being famous. He didn't think their whole life would be on watch.

Figures

In a capitalistic world, only Corporate Greedy, big evil money hungry businesses like the music Industries would leech the blood out of their artists. Do this or don't do this. Hobie thought if he can go back in time to prevent his seventeen year old self to sign his soul away from the contract... would he? Maybe. So far, he hated the constant fans budding in his personal lives, annoying blokes challenging him as they act he never threw hands.

It's funny how the PR teams always work overtime to fix his imagine for the sake of their record labels. There always something with them. That's why he lash out so much the last year, yet his soul takers still try to force him into this mold. A mold of being a basic Poster- HIM A POP STAR?

He would rather eat glass off the subway station floor. Or they try to make him be a rapper or join a Hip Hop reality television show to make a career out of it. They always say, Punk is never forever. Hobie conquer on that, he and his band worked too damn hard to stay true to themselves.

He threaten his bosses that he will make sure he's not going down a fight. There was many "scandals" like nudes, sex videos, drug use, and all to remain trendy and down right fucking true to himself. Controversy can be a powerful weapon, inconsistency is him! All the videos of him kissing men, women, none-binaries- ALL OF IT! He wouldn't care, he never believe in labels and believe in his voice.

His inky eyes saw a poster about Saving Gaza being torn or written. "Hmmm," He knew one of the main reasons to be famous was the amount of power his voice is.

The Punk Star took a photo of the poster, then posted on his Social Media with massive words, "SAVE PALESTINE! FUCK GENOCIDE!" He put the watermelon logo, Palestine flag and rock hand sign.

He's never one to back down for what's right. As he put his Smartphone in his pocket, his phone started to blast with notification of massive people liking, comments good or bad. A smirk on his face knowing the haters will write him a lot of slurs, curse words, but he didn't care. He laughs at them. His voice is POWERFUL!

Now, his record label... his bosses might not take it, too lightly. He didn't care. They got nothing on him and his band.

Then, a savory smell of tomatoes, garlic and cilantro tickled his nose. Huh, I'm here already? He saw the restaurant seeing the warm color scheme of brown, yellow and red. There was a massive Puerto Rican Flag next to the name of the place.

Hobie slowly walks to the mural at the most badass piece. It's a massive mural of black and brown people showing Empowerment with their hands raised into a fist, some figures had face covers wrapped around their mouths with different country flags. A lot of Latin American flags, especially Caribbean flags. There was an abstract city with so many small indication of past racist and discrimination history. What Hobie loves the most about the mural was the massive words that spread on the top, 'We are the People! We have the Power!'

"Fuckin' hardcore." Hobie decided to take multiple photos of the mural. He loves art like this. Art about empowerment in the black and brown community. People of color works on politics, installations about Capitalism ruining this damn world. He looks at the graffiti signature... "MGM?"

Maybe he can find the name on his social media. Hobie can already tell he's going to be a massive fan. The artists already checked off from his list on the art works: Empowerment, check! Representing POC, check! Different from the basic art, CHECK!

His stomach growls, "I should eat." He said to himself, he went to the front door to find the place closed at midnight. "Nice."

When he enters the shop, he saw a very homey restaurant. The walls painted of beautiful scenery of Puerto Rico with people dancing, food, and instruments. The lights were warm, the shades of brown and tiles brick color gave it a very mom and pop restaurant. There was a bar and television up high on the corner next to the bar and other places. So far it's empty.

The punker's inky eyes look down at the Wait list; so far a decent amount people came by through out the day. Then he hears someone coming out of the back of the kitchen, it sounded like two people speaking Spanish.

The person walking out the kitchen to the main floor, his footsteps light which got Hobie to glance up. When he did, he never thought he saw someone so beautiful in his life.

The hostess smiles at him, "Hello, welcome! Is it just you?" His eyes are colored of Honey brown with big doe like eyes.

Hobie had to take a moment to analyze such a beautiful man. He had a tapered short afro with a fade on the sides and zig-zag design on the side. His ears are pierced, nose wide and plump lips with such shimmer warm brown skin tone. Oh shit, Hobie was awestruck.

"Um.. Umm, yeah. Just me." Only a few words came out of his mouth. He wanted to stare at this Host, he had such a beautiful smile it felt like sunshine sending warm kisses.

The host nodded, "Okay, come with me. You want booth or a regular table?" He asked going to the side of the desk to take out a menu.

"Booth." The Punker's voice low like a mumble.

"Okay, I'm Miles by the way. I'll be your waiter." He turns to Hobie with a soft smile.

Miles...

Such a cute name for a cute lad. Hobie stares at Miles' behind seeing his rear, nicely thick. The young waiter had a basic white and black waiter outfit, the collar white sleeves rolled up showing off his left arm with tattoos.

A sleeve tattoo ain't too shabby.

Hobie couldn't tell what it looks like, but he can tell it looks unfinished from the elbow to the wrist. Then he saw Miles showing him a booth in the middle. "Here's the menu, for now do you care for water or your ready to order a drink?"

"I'll have a water, luv." Hobie casually said being a flirtatious, he sat in the booth looking at the menu.

"Okay. I'll give you a few minutes." He let out another smile. Hobie study those big beautiful plump lips, they were moisturized looks like chapstick.

Miles happily went to get a glass of water for the punker. Damn, he's so cute... Hobie didn't look at the menu but had his eyes on the waiter this whole time.

When Miles came back to place a glass water, "Ar-are you ready?"

"Hmph?" Hobie looking stupid.

"To order?" His waiter arched his eyebrow.

"Oh, um... actually." Hobie felt a bit embarrassed for wasting time. Staring at Miles got him feeling like a little lad. "What's your popular dish? Or what you recommend?"

"We have the traditional plate; it got rice and beans, tostones, salad, and choice of meat. I prefer pollo guisado." Miles flips the menu to show the poplar dish being serve, "But if you want something more meat, pernil with a side of tostones. These are our popular dishes for..." He eyed on Hobie, "new customers."

"Heh, because my accent, mate?" Hobie did have a thick cockney accent.

"Hahaha, pretty much, man. Unless you tried Puerto Rican food." Miles giggles.

Damn, even his giggles are cute.

Hobie felt his cheeks warm. If he can turn pink, he would. "No, luv. Never."

"Then I say pick the first one." He gave another smile this time his eyes seem to be gleaming at the punker.

"Alright, the first one. The way you said it. I'm not into pork..." He casually said.

"Okay, coming up." Miles wrote it down, then took the menu. "Any drinks besides water?"

"I would say beer but I'm underage." Hobie chuckles.

Miles' blink a couple of times being surprised, "What? Really!"

"Yup, I'm nineteen years old. I know I don't look like it." Hobie chuckles.

"Oh wow, you do look like you would be around twenty one. Awe, too bad, man. Can't serve you alcohol if you're underage." Miles look side to side with a small whisper, "Don't worry, I'm nineteen, too!" Then winks at him.

Hobie blinks at couple of times, he felt his mouth dry. "Really?"

"What? I look too young?"

"Nah, your tattoos gave it away." The punker said as he took a sip of water.

Miles arched his eyebrow with those Amber eyes gleaming at the punker like enchanted gems. "Oh yeah, how do you know I didn't get when I was sixteen?" He gave an amusing grin.

"You look like a good lad who follow the rules. Something about you seems like the type to never take risk." Hobie grins at him.

"Hahaha, well you're right I do follow the rules but I wouldn't say I don't take risks." Miles winks at him being flirty.

Oh, he's flirting with me?

Hobie felt stupid for giving a weak response, "Hah, risk taker?" He added, "What kind of risk you take?"

"Well, this tattoo." He lift his left arm showing his sleeve, "Not an easy project."

"What is it about?"

"Many stuff. I design the tattoo myself and went to a tattoo artist to do it." He got closer to show a beautiful collage works of graffiti characters, stars, clouds, sun and moon, and florals. A lot of Sunflowers.

"Bloody hell, mate. You design this? This looks fucking amazing. Maybe I should ask you to design me-self a tat." Hobie admires the work. "I got a spot empty at my right side."

"Nah, you wouldn't want a design from me." Miles chuckles in amusement.

"Come on, Miles. I'm being for real. Look, to show how of honest man I am," Hobie pulls out his Smartphone letting all his accessories from his clothes clank and click together, "give me your social."

"Wow, showing social. You're pretty forward, huh?" Miles giggles feeling his cheeks warm by the punker.

Then the other teenager realized he's basically demanding Miles' social. "Ah, my bad, mate."

"No! No-no," Miles chuckles, "It's cool man. Look let me give you my social. But don't be too surprised about my selfies." He gave a mischievous smirk.

Hobie felt the color from his face drain being replaced by a warm shade of red being so damn bashful. Luckily his dark skin tone didn't reveal anything, but maybe his wide eyes did and the way his mouth slight hang open. "Huh?" He could only say then handed his phone to Miles.

The waiter happily gave him his social, "Here's my art account... it's also my personal account." He hums giving some indication about himself.

Hobie took his phone back to look through, "MGM? Wait, are you the lad that did the mural outside?"

"Yeah, that's me." He admits holding the menu close to his chest.

"Mate, that's a fucking fantastic piece. It's bloody powerful!" Hobie said to him being so impressed. Miles is cute, and an artist! So far, he's peaking more of his interest.

"Awe, you're making me blush, man." Miles giggles with one hand hiding his shy smile.

Cute.

"Mijo, ya esta!" The two stop hearing a woman's voice from the kitchen.

"Oh your dish is ready. I'll get it." Miles said as he went over to put the menu away and rush into the kitchen.

Hobie had time to look through Miles' social, he found out the teenager likes to read comics, watch cartoons and anime, and cosplay. He had photos of Anime-Con or Comic conventions. His mouth watered when he saw photos of the cute waiter cross dressing, some with complete makeup with a beautiful design wigs.

He's very talented...

Then, what got Hobie very hype was a photo of Miles having two hip tattoos, showing them off with his sweats low enough his happy trail showings, and if any more probably show more than just hair. Sharply inhaling as he saw Miles wearing a crop top with some booty shorts. He's not afraid of being himself that's for sure.

Hobie really likes that, even seeing Miles' at Pride Parade with a group of friends. They were huddle together wearing the skimpiest of outfits. Miles wearing fishnets with bright yellow top with sunflower ankle jeans and converse shows. He certainly knows how to dress colorful, too.

"OKay, here's your meal. Enjoy." Miles came by with a massive plate of food to set down. Those golden honey brown shines over at the punker looking through his phone. "Enjoying my pics?"

"Hmph? Oh um..." Hobie quickly set his phone down seeing the massive plate filled with rice and beans, chicken smothered with a special tomato sauce, hot tostones and salad. "This looks delicious." He sniffs the delicious aroma of Puerto Rica spices like garlic, tomato, cilantro, and so on. With such deepen scent, it reminded him of his mother's Caribbean spices.

"Thank you. Hopefully your'll like it." Miles nodded with a soft smile on his face, "Enjoy your meal. If you need anything I'll be over there." He pointed by the host desk to wait.

Hobie pouted for the moment, then quickly grab Miles' wrist which cause the waiter to look surprised. "Sorry, luv. Um..." Damn, normal Hobie is such a charmer, he can flirt his way through anything or anyone, but Miles sure left his tongue tied. "How about you sit here? I'm curious about your art."

"Well," He took a moment, "I would but-" Hobie being desperate, he let his hand go, "There's no one here, darling. Come, sit by me, Sunflower."

That looks like it worked because the nineteen year old gave a shy almost flustered smile. "Sure, normally it's not busy around this time anyway. My dad will be fine with me talking to our customers." He sat across the punker with his face resting on both his hands, "Demi lo, Papí. Cómo te llamas?"

Ohh, he speaks Spanish, too. Did he call me, Papí? Maybe I can...

"Mi nombre es Hobie." He finally answered as he took his fork to dig into his dish.

Miles' smile widen showing his teeth, his eyes seem to sparkle. "You know, Spanish?"

"I know about five languages."

"Wow, look at you. I only know English and Spanish." Miles giggles being impressed.

He will be the death of me.

"I'm a bit choppy with Korean."

"Oh wow, you know Korean? I know a lil bit, my best friend is Korean." Miles explained, "I wouldn't put it on my list. What else?"

"Let see, Patios, Haitian Creole, French, Spanish, English, Korean, Chinese, a bit of Japanese.... and I'm trying to learn Sawhili and Arabic." He counted with his fingers as he took a bite of his meal.

"Dude, that's more than five languages." Miles giggles having his eyes on the punker who's eyes widen after taking the first bite.

"I mean, English and Japanese don't count." Hobie said while chewing.

"It's still more than five."

"I know a little Swahili and Arabic." Hobie hums, "Not on the list like someone mentions."

"Hehe, still six, Hobie." Miles giggles with amusement.

"I don't believe inconsistency."

"Really? So you mix your info a lot?"

"Yup!" Hobie got a piece of chicken then let out a satisfying sound, "Mmm, this is fucking good, mate. Finally something good! Tastes like home."

"Good, huh?" Miles grins widely.

"Good? This is bloody amazing. I tried a lot of stuff before and this," He nodded with approval, "Tastes the fucking cake."

"I'm glad. I'll let the chef know." Miles hums happily, "So, Hobie... where ya from, man? You got a British accent and what's Hobie short for?"

Hobie grins widely, "Hobart and I come from good ole' London, luv."

"Hmm, Hobart? I never heard a name like that before. It's kinda foreign."

"Haha, not many have this name."

"But it is cute," Miles saw the way the punker look at him, "Hobie. That's a cute nickname."

"Not cute, mate. I'm dangerous." Hobie chuckles, "Look at me."

"Then what should I say? Handsome? Dangerous? Sexy?" Miles flirted being more bold.

"Sexy? I do like the sound of that." Hobie slowly chews with his eyes on his waiter.

"Hahaha, I prefer cute." Miles gave a smug smile, "Your cute."

"Stop, mate. Ya makin' me blush." He wasn't lying.

"Awe, that's cute." He laughs.

Hobie snorted before eating slowly. He wonders if Miles knows who he is. "So, Miles. What's does MGM mean?"

"Miles Gonzalo Morales. That's my full name." He answered rather quickly. "MGM keeps it fast and neat."

"And your works?"

"Mostly the struggle in living in New York, black and brown empowerment. Sometimes about my sexuality, or how we're often silence. You're lucky you got to see this painting. It's fairly new. Last one, I did a Free Palestine and- Oh Boy, the amount of hate we got. I mean, the tagging and pure hateful groups were making threats." Miles winced, "I don't think I'm strong enough for that kind of stuff... it's pretty scary."

"Fucking nazis. Nothing terrible happened?" Hobie asked.

"Thank god nothing did. My dad use to be a the Chief of Police so many cops respect him and we got lucky with that sort of protection." Miles rubs his neck about his latest work, "I know, it's risk making works like that. So this time I play it safe now with murals for empowerment and aesthetics for this place, but my personally gallery works I go crazy."

"You got a gallery?"

"Eh, it's a small one not far from here, but I do make works here and there." Miles shrugs, "It's my passion."

"Good, you should keep it that way. Trust me, nothing beats creativity, bruv." He took another spoonful, to his surprised he was eating the plate clean. Normally, he'll take a few bites and leave the rest for his friends. Never much of eater, but this meal was too damn good.

Thanks for the advice, man." Miles nodded.

"Also, how did your pops work in a place like this? You say he was a pig?" Hobie commented.

Miles noticed the insult for cops, it makes sense. Nobody likes cops in this day and age, especially with all the shit they been doing. "He retired early from an incident and uses the money to built this place. It's actually my mom's dream, so that food you're eating is from my mami." Miles hums.

"Well, your mom cooking is perfection." Hobie took a bite of a tostones with a loud crunch sound, "Mmm, normally I don't eat much."

"I can see, your very skinny."

"But my height balances out, Sunflower." Hobie added.

"Yeah, you're very tall and this is from someone who's six' two"."

"Ah, I'm six'five"." Hobie chuckles at Miles' expression, he couldn't believe it.

"Dude, you're so tall. I think my uncle is the tallest in my family and you passed him." Miles said being in shock.

"I'm always been the tallest around my family." Hobie added as he lift his glass of water.

"Oh let me get you a refill." Miles got up.

"Oi, um... what about a soda pop, luv? Anything Puerto Rican drinks?" Hobie asked.

"We have Good Ole' Kola, it's a popular Puerto Rican soda." Miles said.

"One please, Sunflower."

"Coming right up." Miles went over to the bar to get a freshly cold can, "Say, why do you call me, Sunflower?"

"Your tattoos and your social." The other teenager said seeing Miles handing him a cold can of soda, he opens it hearing the hissed sound from the soda. "Does it offend you, Miles?"

Miles sat back down with his head shaking, "No, it's actually my favorite flower."

"Really?" Hobie could use that. "Why?"

"You know that Post Malone song called Sunflower?" Miles asked.

Hobie took a moment, "Maybe... not into pop."

"Well, that's one of my favorite song, and I like how pretty Sunflower looks. They always make me smile." Miles leans over to rest his face on one hand, "And fun fact, when there's no light or sunshine, they turned to each for energy. Isn't that cute, hm?"

Hobie sips his soda giving a nod, "So you're saying I'm a Sunflower since I'm cute?" He flirted back having to give a slight grin.

"Hmmm, I wouldn't say you look like a Sunflower. Maybe a Moonflower." Miles hums, "My second favorite flower." His honey eyes seem to glisten at him.

This lead the singer awestruck almost too flustered, he never felt like this in years. He didn't know what to say instead he shove rice and beans into his mouth. "Did you know Moonflowers only open at night and closes during the day?"

"No, I didn't know it existed."

"Maybe I should call you, Moonflower since you call me, Sunflower." Miles seems to be very interested in him.

"Oh yeah? Heh, nobody ever called me something nice like a flower."

"First time for everything." Miles added, "So, what got you coming here so late?"

"Oh... um... I was in that concert not too far from here?"

"Oh I heard some punk band, right?" Miles asked being clueless, "That place was packed! What's the band called... Spider Punk? Spider... hmm, Spider Band!"

"That's the one." Hobie nodded, "Listen to them?"

"Nah, I heard one song from them and it was their latest single." Miles shrugs, "I'm very into hip/hop, rap, R&B, Reggaeton, um... hmm a lil bit of pop. My little sister seems to like the song, it got her to sleep through it."

"Oh cool, she's a Spider-head?"

"Hahaha, she likes chaos." He play with hands together, "She's two."

Hobie never laughs so loud, "What, mate? You're pulling my leg?"

"I'm serious. One time I played a song and she started to sleep through it. I dunno I guess it's her Puerto Rican side loving loud music."

"Well, I'm honored a two year old sprog loves m- punk music." Hobie added, "Though, I hate labeling it punk."

"Oh, your that kind of punker? Hate labels?"

"I don't believe in them. I hate the AM and I hate the PM." The punker shoves the rest of his meals into his mouth then wipe his hands with a napkin. Man, he should've ate slow to keep talking to Miles, but the food was so good. "Never believed sticking to one thing."

"That's punk of you." Miles giggles, "Sorry, terrible joke."

"It's fine. I'll let it pass since this food- Mwah, chef kiss." Hobie kisses his two fingers together into the okay hand sign.

"Awe, good thing, too. I don't wanna piss you off." The waiter saw the plate being so clean, not a crumble left behind. "My mom would be so happy to see this plate so clean."

"It was so good, I want a second one to go."

"I can make the order if you want?"

"Please, do." The punker being very polite with him, never did he become so polite to people he's attractive.

"Alright. It'll take a few minutes." Miles got up to pick up the dirty dishes and utensils, the he went back to the kitchen to submit the order. Hobie nervously sat up straight then he sniff his breath wondering if it smell bad.

Smells like cigarettes... shit.

When Miles come back, all he did was giggle to himself while holding a dessert, "You got my mom super happy. She told me to give some tembleque."

"What now?"

"It's coconut pudding. It's really good." Miles places it in front of Hobie with a spoon next to it. "Trust me, you'll want to lick the plate."

"That's kind of your mum to give me a free dessert." He never experience such kindness before.

"Don't worry about it. She does it all the time when a customer being sweet and cleans off the plate." Miles winks at him, again.

"Can you tell her, thank you. I appreciate it." Hobie got a spoon to try the dessert, "Mmm, this is amazing." He mumbles with awed.

Miles could only smile at him, "You know, I really think you're cute." Slowly sway his upper body being a little shy to say.

That caught off the punker, he nearly choked on his pudding, The had to drink his soda then let out a low, "Wha?"

"I think you're cute. Your eyes grew wide like a kid. It's cute." Miles shrugs as he went back to sit down.

"Um... thanks." Hobie didn't know how to react.

"Oh sorry, didn't mean to weird you right." Miles frowned for the moment seeing how the punker looked uncomfortable. "Oh great, Miles. You thought you met someone else that's into the same team. I'm so sorry if-" Hobie quickly said, "No! Nono! I'm just- I was told many things but not cute. Sorry, for being weird about it, Sunflower."

"Oh, so you're gay?" Miles asked, "Sorry if that comes off rude. Normally, straight guys give me that look."

"Haha," Hobie sat back with a low deep chuckles, "Remember I don't believe in labels, luv. I play all the teams. I believe in connection."

"Oh very pansexual." Miles teased a bit.

"Maybe. Never consistent. Also I jump around with multiple partners."

"Ah, I'm bi-sexual and monogamous. To be honest, I don't like share my partners." Miles shrugs, "But that's just mean. Whatever float your boat, y'know?"

"Don't like sharing, huh? I'm into that." Hobie smirks widely at him this time being bold.

"Oh yeah?" Miles' eyes gleaming, his left leg shakes from being a bit nervous.

Hobie nodded with his hand placed on Miles' hand, "Yeah." His thumb gently massage into Miles' soft hand, it felt so tender. Miles couldn't help but let out a boyish giggle.

When the punker finished his dessert, Miles placed him the bill and brought out the take out.

"Say, this is a little heavy?" Hobie noticed two containers.

"I left you a slice of cake. Maybe you'll like it." Miles' voice went to a whisper, "Shh, don't tell my dad." Hobie let out a low chuckle.

"Cheeky minx."

"Shh. Anyway will that be cash or card?" He asked placing the plastic bag with take-out in it.

"Card, Sunflower. Maybe next time, I can DM you?"

"Sure. Anytime."

Hobie pulls out his black card which got Miles tilting his head to the side. He never seen a black card before. Aren't those for rich people? Anyway, he went ahead charging the card and placing it back on the table with two receipt and pen. Miles went to clean up the tables getting ready for closing time.

Before Miles went over to pick up the receipt from Hobie's table, "Miles, mi vida. Can you help me?"

"Sure, mami." He pouted over to Hobie, seeing the punker is going to leave soon.

Hobie could only give him a small smile, watching his Sunflower go to the back of the kitchen. He thought about waiting for him until his manager is blowing up his phone like crazy.

Bruce: Where are you asshole? Get your ass back to the bus.

Hobie: 🖕🏿 fuck off. I'm busy here.

Bruce: Hobie.

Hobie: 🙄 fine. I'll be there soon.

He cursed himself at his manager. Fucking Bruce. Always ruining his game. The punker went into his wallet pulling out a wad of cash, then leaving Miles a wonderful tip.

Hopefully we'll meet again.

Just like the wind, Hobie was gone from the restaurant. With beautiful thoughts of his Sunflower and hoping for the next time to meet... maybe go on date.

When Miles came back after helping his mom put somethings away in the fridge, he rushes to the main floor to find no one around. He pouted, slowly going over to the receipt. To his shock he saw a five hundred dollar tip. "What?" He almost chokes on his gasp.

Then his hand saw the receipt with Hobie's number and note.

See you later, Sunflower 😉

Hobie's number: xxx-xxx-xxxx

Text me when you want to hang, luv. I'm open this week.

The teenager put the number into his smart phone never feeling so bashful.

Miles felt his cheeks warm, "Wow..." For the first time, his heart was beating so fast and palms were sweaty. To think this cutie Punker would give him, his number. Who is this Hobie Brown? And how he got so much money? Miles' curiosity is getting to him, maybe that's why he found the punker so attractive. He's so mysterious, sweet, beautiful like a Moonflower.

He wants Hobie Brown.

[autism-criminal]

GET BURGER MAN’D why is it fucking blurry

I sacrifice by search history for the scrumbling one pls be proud of me

transcript:

‘This is Burger Man’ (underneath is Burger Man with a speech bubble saying ‘Hi!’)

‘He thinks you are doing great!’ (underneath is Burger Man with a speech bubble saying ‘Yes I do’)

‘No matter what it is you’re doing’ (underneath is divided into three sections; one labeled ‘homework’ with Burger Man sitting at a brown table with a sheet of paper on it. One is labeled ‘drawing’, with Burger Man sitting in front of a screen with flames on it. The last is labeled ‘scrumbling’ and Burger Man is looking at a small screen with two men kissing on it.)

‘You are slaying the day away!’

The following is separated by a black line

‘He is now burning down a Burger King :)’ (underneath is an edit of the ‘disaster girl’ meme with Burger Man drawn into the place of the girl)

[fountainpenguin]

Thinking about Club Redheads Adjacent to Fantastic Creatures again:

- Happy Peppy Gary, who was once teleported from California to Florida and then back again within like an hour and who called Sanderson on a phone labeled Pixies

- Vicky, who knows she's dating an alien, who lived through Fish Head Disease, and who tormented Foop to the point that he accepted severe pain in return for the right to attack her

- Elmer who has a singing boil that likes opera and wants to take over his body if not the world

Bonus shout-out to the Burger World employee who served Foop food in Season 7, was subsequently blown up, was brought to Earth, and continues to live on Earth through Season 10 where he's seen running a booth in "Dimmsdale Daze." He has blond or strawberry blond hair; I can't tell.

Actually, shout-out to this assortment of black-haired fellas who've had a brush with the magical world, such as:

- Timmy's Dad, former ghost hunter who befriended an elf from the North Pole (not to mention had Santa stay in his house for a while), who attended Poof's school play, who once met Cosmo and thought he was a genie, who had his skin pulled off for a wash once, and many more

- Denzel Crocker, former godkid who had his mind repeatedly erased up until Season 7 when Jorgen gave up on him, who babysat Poof and found out he was a baby fairy, and who Fairy World takes advantage of so they can use him as a power source

- Kevin Crocker, who captured Cosmo and Wanda, stood there while Chloe screamed in his face, then turned and launched himself out her window without elaborating (Iconic)

- Chip Skylark, who was summoned to Fairy World to perform a concert with no clear indication of whether or not he had his mind altered

- Trixie, who went to outer space and almost got eaten by an alien plant (Unrelated occurrences)

- Ed Leadly, whom Cosmo harasses on purpose in fairy form so he can use his hot tub

[hatchetsfield-arch]

name: sydney

height: 4’11 and a half …. aND A HAL—

nickname / s: syd, pidge, beans, scout, roo, miss day, girl abed ( & grace, which is used sarcastically 💀 )

nationality: american

favourite fruit: bananas

favourite season: 🍁🍂🎃✨fall✨🎃🍂🍁 same as what my disabilities love making me do oop—

favourite scents: fresh laundry, campfire, old books, pumpkin+cinnamon , watermelon, toasted marshmallows, pine

favourite animals: PIGEONS, cats (ESP black cats), crows, rats, mourning doves & manatees!

tea, coffee, hot cocoa: hot choccy all the way

average hours of sleep: honestly there is no average it varies WILDY, like 5-11 depending on the day being chronically ill is fun

when my blog was created: beware the ides of march

# of followers: 102

random fact: i am a contralto profundo, meaning i have the same vocal range as a male tenor!!! it’s also one of the rarest voice types in the world!

favourite food: mozzarella sticks

favourite t.v. shows: this doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface but the tops are — the nanny, bob’s burgers, schitt’s creek, cunk on earth, fleabag, wynonna earp, dead to me & hot in cleveland!

favourite movie: scream (i was named after sidney prescott, it can’t not be my favorite movie)

sexuality: i like the wine not the label (aka: pansexual)

pronouns : she / her though i maaay or may not be considering going by she / they / he

favourite book series: once a warrior cats kid always a warrior cats kid 🙃

favourite video game/s: ACNH, nintendogs, FNAF, pokemon brilliant diamond & mystery dungeon, deltarune

favourite subject: i can’t pick just one so theatre, english, history & psychology!

guys or girls: gals (& bears)

last time I cried: like a day or two ago haha oops schwoopsie

what I should be doing: writing, sorting out doc appointments, learning more music theory & working in blender3D and resting

favourite fandoms: i gotta be honest fandoms shiver my timbers

tagged: kels!!! <3

tagging: @honeyedxhearts , @shadowedvales , @wwgcd , @witchwings , @nuks , @aur0ras , @daemondaes & you!!

[terrestrialnoob]

Personally, I've never liked the name The Red Huntress for Valerie. It's a good name for a ghost hunter, but if she becomes a hero, then she should have a proper hero name. So I wrote a little drabble about a possible New Superhero Name for Valerie.

“Now that you’re part of the team, you need a code name,” Danny said as he grabbed a fry from his Nasty Burger bag that had three servings of fries in it for some reason.

“What? Why?’ Valerie asked. She pulled a burger from the bag she had offered to carry on their way to the park, though the wrapper had a little green V sticker on it.

Sam took the veggie burger and one of the fry bags from Danny, then she sat down on the blanket she had brought and Tucker helped lay down far enough away from anyone else in the park they won’t be over heard. She shook her head and said, “We can’t call you Valerie now that we’re spreading out our hero work to include helping everyone and not just ghost problems. What if a human villain learns who you are and goes after your dad or something?”

“Fine,” Valerie sighed; the next burger she took out of the bag a red B on it.

“How about The Red Huntress?” Tucker asked as he took the bacon burger and then the last burger in Valerie's bag also labeled for the meat eater. The other three all raised their eyebrows in unison at him. “You know, ‘cause she wears a red jumpsuit and hunts ghosts? Red Huntress!”

“Except I don’t wear the red jumpsuit anymore,” Valerie said and looked to Danny's bag for her burger, “My techno-armor is black. So, The Black Huntress?”

"It's still got some red on it," Tucker complained but Sam talked over him.

“I don’t like the connotations of ‘hunting’."

“Yeah, we’re trying to move her away from hunting ghosts like animals,” Danny added as he held up two burgers with the same little yellow C stickers on them, letting Valerie choose which one she wanted.

“Then what do you suggest?” Valerie asked, taking the cheese burger out of Danny’s right hand.

“Vengeance!” Sam shouted, “You became a ghost hunter to get revenge right? Why not honor that in your hero name?”

Valerie blushed slightly as she and Danny made eye contact. She quickly looked away and said, “I don’t like that one.”

“How about Valiant, then?” Danny suggested. “We don’t have to worry about slipping up and calling you Val in the field.”

“Valiant?” Valerie repeated.

“Yeah! Like a knight!” Sam said, jumping to a kneeling on one knee, “We need more girl knights!”

Tucker caught Sam’s drink that she almost knocked over. He looked over at Valerie and smiled, “You are courageous, probably a little too courageous, maybe even foolhardy territory.”

“And it fits the armor aesthetic,” Danny added. “Plus, you got that new laser sword, real knighty.”

Valerie rolled her eyes, “Alright, we can try it out for a while. Amity Park’s new superhero, Valiant!”

[newsalvations]

leo woodall, bisexual + biromantic, cis man + he/him → isn’t that oswald “oz” michaels? i’ve seen them hanging out with the sirens. i hear they’re twenty-eight, but they’ve only been in alexandria for their entire life. they seem to be whimsical & alluring, but also unstable & cruel.

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: oswald gage michaels

nickname(s): oz, ozzie

age: twenty-eight

date of birth: august 10

hometown: alexandria, louisiana

current location: alexandria, louisiana

species: siren

ethnicity: white

nationality: american

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bisexual + biromantic

occupation: lead singer of tbd band

living arrangements: at the chateau

language(s): english

accent: lousiaian

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: leo woodall

hair color: auburn

eye color: blue

height: 6'2"

weight: 154 lb

build: athletic

tattoos: a siren on both of his arms; various others

usual expression: devilish grin

distinguishing characteristics: his smile, his bright eyes

PERSONALITY

positive traits: whimsical, alluring, confident

negative traits: unstable, cruel, spiteful

myers brigg: esfp

zodiac sign: leo

element: fire

enneagram: the individualist

temperament: choleric

hogwarts house: slytherin

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

primary vice: wrath

primary virtue: generosity

fears: losing his voice, dying again

hobbies: singing

FAMILY

father: toby michaels

mother: charlotte michaels

sibling(s): aren michaels, one other brother

pet(s): none

FAVORITES

weather: rainy

season: winter

color: black

music: emo / punk rock / alternative

movies: comedy / horror

beverage: beer

food: burgers

animal: dolphins

NSFW

preference: vers top, dominant

kinks: breeding, rough sex, dom/sub, control in/out of bedroom, lingerie, open to others

anti kinks: scat, vomit, blood play, etc

BIOGRAPHY

oz grew up in a fairly normal and happy human household. they knew about the supernatural and seemed to get along with everyone. oz was the sweetheart country boy who played for his high schools football team and went to church every day. nobody could truly hate him, or so he thought.

at the age of sixteen, he was invited to a kickback in the woods with a few of the other kids from his school. what he didn't know was that a group of witches planned on sacrificing him for some blood pact that they needed. although they tried to muffle his screams, it burned him back to life with a rage he'd never experienced before.

the witches realized what they did and quickly began to scatter, he'd eventually track them all down and brutally killed them one by one until he burned the leader alive in the same place he'd been sacrificed.

after that, he knew he wasn't the same. giving up football and church, oz discovered that his voice was even more beautiful than it'd been before. he had always been talented at singing but it was different now and he decided to abandon his life to persue music. without a word to his parents, oz left in the middle of the night to california where he'd form a band of sirens, banshees, and harpies; quickly got the attention of record labels who ended up fighting over them.

the bands freshman album was an overnight success, people were almost hypnotized by his voice and he grew a loyal but rabid fanbase. he'd find his way into the beds of married men, from hollywood execs to fans of his. he didn't care.

the band released more albums as time went on, becoming a mainstream success despite the numerous controversies they found themselves in. oz was known as a heartbreaker and various accidents began to follow the bands name, including the deaths of those who knew them personally and fans. the biggest scandal was when one of oz's biggest fans was found with his husbands dead body in their bed and people believed the man did it to try and win oz's affection. little did any of them know that oz specifically told this fan that killing his husband was the only way to prove his love for him.

after this, their record label was furious and wanted the band to clean up their image. something oz wasn't interested in. he still had a desire to burn the world down, no matter what the costs were. they agreed to leave the spotlight for the time being, work on a new album, and maybe rebuild their image.

he's been back in alexandria for a few months now and the itch to destroy more marriages and couples is still getting to him, now that he can't do it to his pool of fans.

[fortheloveofnutrition]

Harnessing the Power of Calcium: Exploring Its Benefits and Plant-Based Sources

Calcium is an essential mineral that plays a vital role in maintaining overall health and well-being. While many associate calcium with dairy products, there are numerous plant-based sources that provide this crucial nutrient. In this blog post, we will delve into the benefits of calcium for the human body and explore some of the best plant-based sources to incorporate into your diet.

The Importance of Calcium:

Calcium is widely recognized for its role in building and maintaining strong bones and teeth. However, its benefits extend far beyond skeletal health. Calcium is also involved in muscle contractions, nerve function, blood clotting, and the regulation of enzyme activity. It is particularly crucial during childhood and adolescence when bones are growing, as well as during pregnancy and breastfeeding.

Additionally, adequate calcium intake throughout life may reduce the risk of developing osteoporosis, a condition characterized by weak and brittle bones. Furthermore, research suggests that calcium may play a role in managing blood pressure and reducing the risk of colorectal cancer.

Plant-Based Sources of Calcium:

For individuals who follow a plant-based or dairy-free diet, it's important to be aware of alternative sources of calcium. Here are some of the best plant-based sources to consider:

1. Leafy Greens:

Dark, leafy greens such as kale, collard greens, turnip greens, and spinach are excellent sources of calcium. These nutrient-packed vegetables not only offer calcium but also provide other essential vitamins and minerals.

2. Almonds:

Almonds are a versatile and nutritious snack that contains a considerable amount of calcium. Additionally, they offer healthy fats, protein, and fiber, making them a valuable addition to your diet.

3. Sesame Seeds:

Sesame seeds, commonly used in various cuisines, are a rich source of calcium. They can be sprinkled on salads, added to baked goods, or used in homemade granola for an extra calcium boost.

4. Tofu and Tempeh:

Tofu and tempeh, both derived from soybeans, are excellent plant-based sources of calcium. These versatile protein sources are widely used in vegetarian and vegan cooking and can be incorporated into a variety of dishes.

5. Fortified Plant-Based Milk Alternatives:

Many plant-based milk alternatives, such as almond milk, soy milk, and oat milk, are fortified with calcium to provide a comparable amount to dairy milk. Be sure to check the labels to ensure adequate calcium content.

6. Chia Seeds:

Chia seeds not only provide calcium but are also rich in omega-3 fatty acids, fiber, and antioxidants. They can be added to smoothies, oatmeal, or used as a topping for yogurt or salads.

7. Beans and Lentils:

Beans and lentils, including chickpeas, black beans, and lentils, are not only excellent sources of protein and fiber but also contain notable amounts of calcium. They can be incorporated into soups, stews, salads, or even used as a base for veggie burgers.

Calcium is an essential mineral that contributes to numerous functions within the human body. While dairy products are often associated with calcium, there are plenty of plant-based sources that can provide this vital nutrient. By incorporating leafy greens, almonds, sesame seeds, tofu, fortified plant-based milk alternatives, chia seeds, beans, and lentils into your diet, you can ensure an adequate calcium intake while enjoying a diverse and nutritious plant-based lifestyle. Remember to consult with a healthcare professional or registered dietitian for personalized guidance on meeting your calcium needs and maintaining optimal health.

For more detailed and comprehensive information, I recommend referring to reputable sources such as:

National Institutes of Health (NIH) - Office of Dietary Supplements:

Website: https://ods.od.nih.gov/factsheets/Calcium-Consumer/

Mayo Clinic:

Website: https://www.mayoclinic.org/drugs-supplements-calcium/art-20363792

Harvard T.H. Chan School of Public Health:

Nutrition Source - Calcium: https://www.hsph.harvard.edu/nutritionsource/calcium/

Vegetarian Resource Group:

Calcium in the Vegan Diet: https://www.vrg.org/nutrition/calcium.php

These sources provide evidence-based information on calcium, its importance in the human body, and plant-based sources of calcium.

Remember, it's always a good idea to consult with a healthcare professional or registered dietitian for personalized advice regarding your specific dietary needs and health concerns.

[blacklabelgrill]

Burger and Fries Mount Waverley

Burger and Fries Mount Waverley is a great option for those looking for a quick and satisfying meal in Mount Waverley. The high-quality ingredients, efficient service, and delicious burgers and fries make it a popular choice for locals and visitors alike. The restaurant is known for its delicious burgers and fries in Mount Waverley, which are prepared fresh and served hot. 

Visit: https://www.blacklabelgrill.com.au/

[k00ldino]

CANON OVER THE MOON 4 U LORE

~ ass station ~

it was nighttime as vector drove home, the darkness illuminated by the endless streaks of street lamps and digital billboards. he was pretty pleased with himself, having just pulled off a successful heist. if you can even call it that. stealing screws from the local hardware store was hardly risky in any way. nevertheless, he still found himself carrying the victory with pride. and a stupid smirk on his face.

the silence in his car was broken only when his stomach gave a low growl. man, heists really make a guy hungry!

he was in no mood to go through a drive through this late at night. he knew the only restaurants open would be some sleazy burger joint, and he wasn’t really feeling it. what he REALLY wanted was a simple bag of doritos and maybe a soda to wash it down with.

lo and behold, he didn’t have to go very far before his eyes locked onto his next target. a small corner gas station with a flashing sign that labeled itself as “open late”. perfect! he swerved into the parking lot, making a beeline for the door.

it was quiet inside. uncomfortably so. his footsteps felt embarrassingly loud as he paced through the aisles, searching for the chip section. motor supplies… instant noodles… aha!

there was another person in the aisle. the only other patron in the whole store. just his luck… that was going to make this more difficult. luckily, they seemed preoccupied comparing the prices of different brands. the man figured it wouldn’t hurt to make a bit of a risky move just this once. nothing a supervillain couldn’t handle!

he waltzed up beside the customer casually, glancing at their face before reaching out for a bag.

hang on… wait a second.

“hey! i know you!” he blurted out

the person, startled, jumped a little before turning to face him. he watched in amusement as their expression turned from confused, to shocked, to embarrassed. their cheeks very obviously tinged with blush.

“you-.. um. heyyy?” they finally responded, grinning awkwardly.

“i’d recognize that hair anywhere!” he continued, gesturing towards the other’s dyed neon green wolf cut. “you’re the guy that let me get away from the avl last week! and the week before that. thanks, by the way.”

they looked a little antsy. the way they kept glancing around and messing with the strings on their jacket led him to believe they probably shouldn’t have been talking to him. or maybe…

“oh, yeahh. that.” he noticed their cheeks turning more red as they danced in place. “it was an accident! i didn’t mean to- erm… you’re welcome?”

there was a long pause as the two of them stared at each other intensely. what was UP with this guy?

he decided to have a bit of fun. “are you okay? you’re looking a little flushed.” he inched closer. “i’m not making you nervous, am i?”

vector found immense joy at the way their eyes widened, their shoulders tensed.

“i have to go!” turning tail they briskly made their way to the counter at the front. hoping to pay and leave as fast as possible.

the man selected a bag and followed, taking the moment to speak to them one last time before they disappeared for good. his plan to leave without paying was swiftly abandoned, all for the price of getting one last chance to make a move on this strange individual. was that creepy? probably. but it’s not like he was just some rando hitting on them or anything. they had history!

he stood in line behind them. he took a second to appreciate their clothing. especially the black jacket with little embroidered flowers scattered across the sleeves and front, unzipped to display a band t-shirt underneath. cute.

he cleared his throat to get their attention before speaking. “that jacket looks nice on you, by the way.” he offered what he hoped to be a sincere smile. gosh, he had no idea why he was doing this.

they paused in the middle of stuffing their change back into their wallet. he guessed the smile worked, because they smiled back! a genuine, weirdly adorable, smile.

“… thanks. yours too.”

that’s why.

now it was HIS turn to be flustered. his own cheeks burned as the green-haired individual left the shop. oh. he was going to be thinking about that interaction for the rest of the week. the usually very suave and confident vector had finally met his match! his heart pounded, and he reached up to feel his face. he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“are you gonna buy that, orr-..”

oh yeah, right. he shook his head as if to shake away his feelings and bought the bag of chips.

walking back to his vehicle, he giggled to himself.

how funny it was, to enter a store for a simple bag of doritos and leave with a longing he never thought imaginable.

[showtoonzfan]

If its alright with me asking do you have any random opinions or theories of the walten files? Sometimes I love is how it can be weirdly funny and than expertly turn to scary and depressing. Hope you have a nice day

I’ve been waiting SO long for someone to ask me about the Walten files. Let’s GO!

Okay so, I have a lot of opinions on the series, I really like it. But here’s a few for you. (MILD SPOILERS)

- Jack Walten is my favorite character. Personally I don’t think he’s the villain, a lot of people do since he’s the most mysterious character in the show and we have no idea what happened to him the day he went missing, but he’s been painted as a loving husband and father and I highly doubt that Martin will pull the “he was evil the whole time”- card.

- I love how Felix Kranken is so humanized. He’s still a horrible person, but during episodes 1-2, I was convinced that he was just some one dimensional evil guy who killed Jack or something and wanted to take over the Bon’s Burgers company. Turns out he’s just a pathetic human being with heavy flaws and I can’t even label him as “Evil”, just a bad person.

- I like Fnaf so I’m not going to shit on it, but I will say that OPPOSED to Fnaf, everything seems to happen in this story for a reason, in a more realistic way. Like…yeah there’s still a killer animatronic, but there’s also realistic characters and realistic things going on. I have the feeling that Bon isn’t just killing people for no reason other than “OHHH EVIL ANIMATRONIC SPOOOKY”- I feel like he’s being controlled, he’s still a mystery and we have yet to see how all this started, and I can’t wait.

- I know we’re only three episodes in, but I have to applaud Martin for trying to make the characters human. He himself said that he doesn’t want to base some of the characters around their deaths, he wants to show that they were people with feelings and personalities. I really hope we get to see more of Jack and Rosemary, even Felix outside of his shady shit that’s going on.

- This series in general just made me appreciate analog horror more. Like…I didn’t care much about it until I watched The Walten Files, and now I think it’s a very unique way of storytelling and can genuinely do the job at being terrifying.

And as for theories, I don’t really have any other than thinking that maybe Jack is connected to the Tv. Martin had said that there’s a reason why he makes Jack grey, and I immediately thought back to the text in the tv from episode 1 that said “Let me out of here” like…maybe Jack has some connection to the TV? I’m not saying he’s STUCK in the Tv but….TV’s are black and white at the time and…..so is Jack so….I dunno LMAO.

With all that said, yeah I love this series, I can’t wait for episode 4 like please I need it soon. 😩

[trash-soup]

Since my blog is gaining followers i figured I'd do a pinned intro

HI! I'm Sabri. I'm 29, I'm 6'4", and I'm a Hispanic Latine Genderfluid Nonbinary Pansexual (any pronouns, whatever you feel most comfy with 😊)

Everyone is welcome here except the following

DNI: Race/age/ableists, Xeno/Homo/Transphobes, Anti-Semitic/generally hateful/toxic and otherwise vile people.

On this blog, we stand for a FREE PALESTINE, Black Lives Matter, AAPI Lives Matter, Jewish Lives Matter, Palestinian Lives Matter, Latine Lives matter, LGBTQ+ Lives Matter, Indigenous Lives Matter, Genocide is condemned, Trans Women are real women, Trans Men are real men, Non-Binary and Queer people who don't fit into standard boxes are valid, Ace and Aro people are valid, all bodies are beautiful, Nobody owes you androgyny or anything else because of their pronouns or labels, and Love is love is love. Kindly fuck off if you disagree with any of that.

Things I love:

Hobbies: Gaming, reading, writing, cooking, cackling at memes, learning useless knowledge about niche subjects, singing, playing guitar, More.

Games: Stardew Valley (all time favorite), The Sims, Frostpunk, The Witcher, Age of Empires, Tsuki's Odyssey, Animal Crossing, Legend of Zelda, Super Smash Bros, Mario Kart, Assassin's Creed, The Elder Scrolls, More.

Books: Just literature in general, Edgar Allen Poe, the Osten Ard series, Tolkien, George RR Martin, Harry Potter(Fuck JK tho), ASOUE, More.

Music: Sara Bareilles, Nelward, Soupy Garbage Juice, The Altogether, Led Zeppelin, Classic rock/Folk rock/Folk pop/indie/Alternative, More.

Movies/TV: LOTR/The Hobbit, Harry Potter (Fuck JK tho), Twilight (look up #sabriwatchestwilight) ASOUE, Game of Thrones, Pirates of the Caribbean, Ted Lasso, Sex Education, The Witcher, Doctor who, Supernatural, Sherlock (Yes i was a Superwholock, shut up), Bob's Burgers, South Park, Pixar, Disney, Star Wars, Star Trek, Marvel, Poirot, More.

Youtube: Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, Dimension 20, Dropout, Gab Smolders, Crankgameplays, Game Grumps, Jarvis Johnson, Andy King, Drew Gooden, Danny Gonzalez, Kurtis Conner, Chad Chad, @strange-aeons, Sarah Z, Sam Onella, Binging with Babish, Uncle Roger, More.

Aesthetic stuff: Dark Academia, Cottagecore, Victorian, Nature, Art Nouveau, Edwardian, More.

I used to be @theactorsmind-blog and @theactorsmind-blog1, but those have long since been dead.

I've been on this hellsite since i was about 14, on and off sometimes. I was here stealing shoelaces, I've liked the color of the sky, i saw (read:Participated in) the mishapocalypse, i witnessed the great Titty Famine, I've been around for a good long while.

[no-fear-queers]

Here's Something About Me

(Idk I'm bored and thought y'all might wanna learn a little more about me.)

Okay, so hi(?)

I'm no_fear_queers (it's the same on Instagram), but you can call me Ellis. Nicknames I accept are Eli, Rae, Rae Rae, Frank and Frankie. (These are coming from the middle names I gave myself. Which are: Ryan and Francis. And no, I will not be telling you what my last name is.) Now, Shrimpy -which is the nickname I'm using on Instagram- is a nickname given to me by a friend when we were freshmen in high school. And I'm only comfortable with my friends calling me Shrimpy. I was given this nickname due to the fact that I'm shorter than all my friends. (Well, shorter AND scrawnier.)

As of September 23rd 2023 (the day I'm writing this), I am 21 years old. I am an introvert with social anxiety, depression and multiple sensory issues I will not be elaborating on.

I'm transmasculine and agender. My pronouns are he/they/it/fae.

I'm unlabeled, queer, angled aroace, and ambiamorous. My unlabeled and queer labels are referring to my aesthetic and sensual orientation. (Seeing how I experience aesthetic and sensual attraction.) The ace and aro identities I identify with are grey-aegosexual and proxyromantic. I'll get into what those two terms mean in a second.

I won't give too long of a list of things I don't like. Mostly because my dislike list is pretty long. The things I dislike the most -besides conservatives and queerphobia of any kind- are bright colours, bright lights (especially when they're flashing lights--mostly due to a sensory issue), sweet potatoes, rom-coms and weddings. (Mind you, I don't outright HATE weddings. I just don't like them. Especially since I'm not much of a people person.)

My favourite shows are NCIS, Bones, Criminal Minds, Bob's Burgers, Futurama, Supernatural, Creeped Out, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Kitchen Nightmares, Hell's Kitchen, and Hotel Hell.

My favourite movies are The Bob's Burgers Movie, Renfield, Demonic, Smile, and The Rocky Horror Picture Show. (Mind you, I like watching horror movies in general but there's only ever been like the two I've actually enjoyed watching and liked more than others.)

My favourite colours are black, red, grey, blue and green.

My favourite video games are Left 4 Dead, Left 4 Dead 2, Skyrim, Cooking Champions, Terraria, Minecraft, Animal Crossing New Horizons, The Sims 3 and The Sims 4.

My two favourite things to do are write and play video games. And my favourite holiday is Halloween.

Anyway, on to the definitions I promised:

Grey-aegosexual is a microlabel for ace-spec people who partially relate to aegosexuality, but experience it infrequently or very weakly, and may not feel they fully relate to the aegosexual label. One may very rarely enjoy or get aroused by sexual content or specific people, but only under specific circumstances, and are otherwise sex-neutral or sex-repulsed.

Proxyromantic is a form of romantic attraction in which one has a connection with a romantic orientation, or with the concept of romantic orientations, but does not have the will and/or the ability to figure that romantic orientation out for themselves. Proxyromantic could also be considered a microlabel under the term quoiromantic, the main difference being that one feels as though they have a romantic orientation and understands the concept of romantic attraction, but they don't have the will and/or ability to figure it out.

(This turned out to be longer and more of a mess than I had originally planned.)

[dimalink]

Little door to a café. Or some place like this. Maybe, it is good to go to this place and eat something cool, eat burger, drink cola. Something like that. I cannot go along this little door. Drawn with graffiti and at full scale graffiti program. Different labels are here. Such colorful. All is done at the highest probe. It is hi class. It is very good art development. At work. Yes, boys and girls were doing it cool way, and paint this black door. And make out of it a colorful and positive little door.

Door looks now really cool! And like new! I am sure, this place has a lots of visitors now. At least, at the point – to get the idea – what is interesting in this place!

All of these are really cool! True street art!