#Fillet

[fishfilletinacan]

I’m 2 seasons into this show and the Google images of these guys give me whiplash

[vorekody]

Also I know I said I wasn't gonna make a vore specific sona-

But I guess I lied because Pred Sona

[scr4n]

10z fillet steak with chips and peppercorn sauce 🥩

[flower-fawns]

[catfindr]

[mountmultimuses]

If your fav cut isn't on here. you can write it in the comments.

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[thewritingcellist]

Late at night, Eddie loves tracing the veins that show on his wrists.

It started out as something small, something he didn’t notice, way back in hospital. The place they sometimes avoid driving past as though it’ll grow Vecna-like tentacles and ensnare Eddie again. The place that Steve swore to god was more his home - more welcoming than his home - with all the time he spent there. And the place that saved Eddie’s life, and Max’s, in that terrifying limbo of After.

Eddie was so still and quiet back then. So pale and faint. Like a pencil smudge all but erased.

For so long it seemed hopeless. For so long all Steve’s life consisted of was ferrying himself and the kids back and forth. Drawing up a roster - an honest to god roster - to allocate time for each to spend with either Max or Eddie that wouldn’t drive the nurses mad. Somehow he’d done it. And somehow he’d ended up always being the last one to see Eddie each evening. Whether it was fluke or subconscious design he still doesn’t really know, but he does know that the quiet in that room unnerved him more than Vecna ever had. So he’d taken to speaking, quietly, about anything that came to mind. Basketball. Repairs. Robin. The car. Even the music he was listening to, music he knew Eddie would side eye him for. It all tumbled out whilst his fingers trailed mindless patterns on the hospital sheets. And interspersed with it, he apologised.

For being too slow. For being that jock. For not getting DnD no matter how much Dustin tried. For realising things too late. For needing Robin to help him understand.

He wishes, when he’s definitely in one of his romantic moods, that it was then that Eddie woke up. That their eyes met, that he frantically called the doctor or nurse to come see the miracle. But it didn’t. And maybe that’s better. Because how it did happen is so much more ‘them’ than anything else could be.

So instead of a dramatic awakening, Steve felt Eddie’s fingers brush his wrist.

Even all these months later, that feeling hasn’t lost its electrifying surge of power.

But back then - the first time - Steve didn’t even notice. He still continued bitching about Henderson’s lack of manners over spilling a drink in his car. Over the cost of cleaning. Over the stupidity of it all. And all the while, Eddie’s fingertips traced idle, undirected patterns over his veins. Butterfly soft, and gossamer light.

It wasn’t until the day after, when he’d been greeted at Eddie’s door by a nurse who reminded him of Robin in fifteen years, that something registered. As she explained that Eddie was responding to outside stimuli, that he was trying to interact, that he was on the cusp of waking up, that Steve had a niggle in the back of his head that he’d missed something important.

Eddie still rips into him over that in the most loving way possible.

So maybe it was because he was looking for it, that he noticed it that second night. And by noticing it then, had an echo of a memory from the night before. The faint callous from Eddie’s guitar playing grazing Steve’s skin. The catch of a nail that needed trimming. He’s not too proud to admit he nearly cried at the touch. At how Eddie was reaching out. Reaching through the coma to pull himself out.

It took two more days for it to work. Two more evenings of a feathery brand applied to Steve’s wrist, as though the touch was lightening the void that Eddie had been floating in since they carried his bloodied body out of the Upside Down. And by the time Eddie did open his eyes to meet Steve’s, there was nothing hidden and nothing able to be misunderstood.

One night, not dissimilar to this night, Eddie confessed why he did it. Why, even after he was discharged and fitter than he’d ever been, he’d still trace Steve’s veins on his wrist.

“It’s life, man. You, you’re so bright to me, always have been, the balance to how dark I can get-” and if Steve hates hearing that, Eddie shushes him expertly with teeth and tongue before continuing “and right here is where we join and meet. Right here is where I felt you alive and near. That’s something heady. Your life just caught beneath this fragile skin.”

So Steve lets him trace his veins, doesn’t even pay it any attention late at night. But it’s reaffirming all the same, this small ritual that has been with them since before the start was even acknowledged. The unspoken bond that tethers them together. And when he feels Eddie’s fingertips seek out the patch of skin, he turns into it, into them, and settles further into sleep.

[knifeforsale]

HAMMER 5" FILLET KNIFE | LISTING

[arwendeluhtiene]

Late 14th-early 15th Century reenactment (2019 test pics and 2021 edits)

14th Century reenactment

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[johnnyprimecc]

The bone-in tenderloin from @tuscanysteakhouse #steak #steaks #steaknight #filetmignon #filletmignon #meat #beef #beefitswhatsfordinner #filet #fillet #mediumrare #🥩 (at Tuscany Steakhouse) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmFFo0uukQM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fishfilletinacan]

So like, do we think Airplane as Shang Qinghua was born a normal baby and then realized as he grew up he had all the memories of a past life or do we think he was just Boss Baby

[vorekody]

@koboldpreydrive Rest in Pieces :(

[vegan-nom-noms]

Vegan Tofu Fish Fillets With Crispy Skin

[fieriframes]

[We're starting to get behind a little bit. There's something for everyone on the menu. Before you go, you got to try the Wellington. Fillet of beef wrapped with prosciutto and a pastry around it.]

[desavine]

Sheldon making sure Fillet does not violate any guidelines