#Linguine at 3 am

[theancientwonder]

there are two friends in your internet circle;

one of them is roasting in summer heat waves.

one of them is freezing in winter cold spells.

you are laughing at them <3

[incorrectbatfam]

Retail Steph is my new favorite character. can we have her with the JL or other heroes?

Part 1 with Margie

Part 2 with the batfam

Part 3 with the Rogues

[at the grocery store]

Steph, holding a tray of cheese cubes: Would you like a free sample of our sharp cheddar?

Barry: Sure.

Barry: *takes a sample*

Barry: Can I have another?

Steph: Yeah, go ahead.

Barry: *takes another*

Barry: *takes another*

Barry: *takes another*

Steph: *stands there as he devours the whole tray*

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[at the coffee shop]

Diana: One oolong tea, please.

Steph: What size?

Diana: Do you have something larger than a venti?

Steph, showing her a cup: There's the trenta.

Diana: Larger. Something godly.

Steph: We have a gallon for catering.

Diana, disappointed: Hm... I suppose that will have to do.

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[at the clothing store]

Steph: That'll be $253.75.

Zatanna: Wait, let me show you a magic trick. I'm going to make these prices... disappear!

Zatanna: *pulls a bunch of coupons out of her sleeve*

Steph: *sighs and starts scanning*

*minus $5.00*

*minus $10.00*

*minus $15.00*

*buy 1 get 1*

*10% off*

*25% off*

*member discount*

*frequent flyer discount*

*Justice League discount*

*holiday sale*

*bonus points*

Steph: Congrats, the store owes you twelve dollars.

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[at the drive-thru]

Steph: Welcome to Batburger, what can I get you?

Bruce, as Batman: *grunts*

Steph: Would you like fries with that?

Bruce: *grunts*

Steph: And would you like those fries Jokerized?

Bruce: *grunts*

Steph: Jeez okay, struck a nerve there. Your total is $10.38. Please pull up to the next window.

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[at the furniture store]

Steph: For the last time, your fishiness, that's not what the warranty means by "acts of God."

Arthur: I am a god and it was my act. Now I would appreciate if you refunded my spinny chair.

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[at the restaurant]

Steph: Are we ready to order?

Lois: Yes. I'll do the bolognese, please.

Steph: Excellent. And you, sir?

Clark: Hold in, the salmon looks good too. In fact, I completely missed the entire seafood section. Can I do a salmon with—

Clark: Wait, I've read those mercury poisoning studies. How about the shrimp carbonara—

Clark: Actually, I like linguine better. Let's do the shrimp linguine—

Clark: Wait... the ravioli sounds good too.

Clark: And so does the gnocchi.

Steph: Would you like a few more minutes?

Clark, sheepishly: Yes, please.

Lois: *glares at him*

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[at the call center]

Steph: Wayne Enterprises account support, how can I help you?

*crackles*

Steph: I need you to speak up.

J'onn, through the static: I want— *crackle* —added.

Steph: Sir, you seem to be breaking up.

J'onn: Sorry— *crackle* —on Mars.

Steph: *facepalms*

———————

[at the Watchtower]

Oliver, whispering: What's up with Spoiler?

Hal: *glances at Steph*

Steph: *silently seething*

Hal, shrugging: It's probably a bat thing.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Sebek Zigvolt Apprentice Chef Voice Lines

Summon Line: If I am to try my hand at this, then I will succeed with the highest distinction! Even if it happens to be in an unfamiliar field such as cooking.

Groooovy!!: Good, I've done well. In both cooking and martial arts, the fundamentals are what form the basis of improvement!

Home: So this is the official garb of a chef.

Home Idle 1: Linguine, penne, farfalle... There really are a variety of pasta. I wonder which one would be the Young Master's favorite?

Home Idle 2: There are some like Jack who have a strong sense of smell. I should take care and assume that the judging will begin from just one whiff of the aromas coming from the kitchen.

Home Idle 3: The first time I filleted a fish, I basically tore it to shreds to badly that I couldn't even put it on a skewer. I was still fairly inexperienced with knives back then.

Home Idle - Login: I will complete this Master Chef course and master the art of cooking. You would do well to see just how quickly I progress, human!

Home Idle - Groovy: Alright, I followed the recipe and made the dish. The aroma is mouthwatering, if I do say so myself. This time was an undisputable success!

Home Tap 1: The cafeteria's salmon pasta is a fine dish, but... The only issue is that it is only available on the daily rotating menu, so I am only able to eat it occasionally.

Home Tap 2: I used to dislike vegetables that were extremely bitter, but I have now completely overcome that distaste. That is because I am a man who is capable of surpassing all hardships that come my way!

Home Tap 3: Mm!? There is a hole in this soup ladle. Is it defective?

Home Tap 4: I've heard it said that the pasta should be boiled in water with a 1% salt to pasta ratio. I'll quickly measure― Am I supposed to put this much in!?

Home Tap 5: Ack! The pasta isn't splitting apart, and instead it is all in one chunk! I must unstick them without any further delay.

Home Tap - Groovy: Humph, your palate is not bad, for a human. Very well, I shall do you a special favor and fetch you another plate.

Requested by Anonymous.

[omg-snakes]

I love your pictures of your snakes outside and would love to provide that kind of enrichment to my new boy but I am so concerned he would decide to leave my yard and I would be unable to stop him. How do you set up outside time for your snakes to make sure they're safe?

New boy is a pretty mellow 3-year-old corn snake named Linguine. I had been about to buy a corn from you when a neighbor needed to rehome this guy and I know I'm set up to care for him so I figured it was serendipity. Here is a slightly blurry photo of him saying "mouse????"

Hey friend!

Linguine is so cute! I'm glad he had a soft landing with you when his former situation got shakey. :)

For outdoor adventures, I tend to set up in areas that are far away from fences or deep bushes and I try to make the photo area or enrichment space more interesting and comfortable than the surrounding yard to prevent snakes trying to wander off. I also bring snakes outside on very brief hand-held sniffing tours a few times prior to offering a full enrichment experience. This means they have experience to draw from and know that "outside" is just another place where their human is.

I hold snakes indoors for a few minutes before we head out to the enrichment area. This gets their zoomies out and they settle down a bit. It also gives me an opportunity to do a vibe check and determine if they might be feeling up for an adventure. If they seem anxious or moody, we don't need to go outside.

During the adventure, I monitor their body language closely and intervene if I see any signs of stress. I might keep ahold of them and not grant full autonomy if they seem overly curious and try to zoop away to explore on their own. This is generally more of a concern for younger snakes as adults tend to be more chill. Holding onto the last third of their body gives them the ability to look around but not take off.

Snakes are never unattended for longer than it takes me to blink. My eyes are on them the entire time and they're never out of my reach. If they did try to flail and bail, I am ready to scoop them up in an instant. If I feel myself getting tired or distracted, then that means the adventure comes to a close.

You don't have to bring your snake outside if you don't feel it's safe. You can always bring outside in! You could plant grass seed or birdseed in a pie pan of dirt and let your snake play in the sprouted greens once it's grown a bit. Cat grass is great for this. Pesticide and fertilizer free reptile-safe flowers, herbs, twigs, or grass clippings in a tub or a brown lunch bag can be an interesting sensory experience. You can also get clean (pesticide free!!) oak leaves from around your neighborhood or online and add leaf litter to your snake's enclosure.

There are tons of ways to provide natural enrichment for your snake. Hopefully this has given you some ideas and you're able to plan a fun and safe adventure that you and Linguine can enjoy together!

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Two (Part 3)

It is a long climb up the hill that leads us to the south strand, but the street lamps are coming on and the sea looks beautiful from up high. Tonight the rising moon is huge and the clouds are pink, another clear night is ahead. I wish that I was alone on the beach instead, lying in the sand and waiting until everything was dark and silent and completely mine, finding shooting stars and watching the milky way drift across the inky sky. Instead, we have to go to Flavio’s house. Pasta was promised, and I’m starving. I tell myself this is the only reason I’m not staying home tonight. 

Flavio’s holiday home is beautiful. My first thought as we walk through the door is how much the rent must cost. Everything looks new and it is so tastefully decorated that it looks like it could be in a magazine. Large windows look out over a landscaped yard, and beyond that I can see the distant lights of the nearest town glowing on the horizon. The house is filled with pop music that I don’t recognise and the smell of sizzling garlic and onions. My stomach rumbles. 

Flavio greets us, and gives Claire a kiss on the cheek. “Ciao, Bella.” He says to her, and then we are introduced to his friends. There are two of them: Luca and Stefano. Luca is a tall, light haired man with a floppy 90s era fringe and a funny little scarf around his neck. Stefano is shorter, plainer, with a thin mouth and rectangular glasses. I feel a deep disappointment within me, as I know he will be assigned to me. A plain girl for a plain boy. I know I will spend the evening forcing excruciating conversation out of him. I wish I had starved at home.

“Come, sit.” Flavio gestures to a table that has been set already. Two bottles of red wine sit in the middle, but I have already seen that there are four more on the kitchen counter. I feel anxious. I sit across from Claire, flanked by Stefano and Luca. They are both staring at her transfixed. Flavio serves steaming tomato pasta and pours wine in each glass, and as I take my first mouthful I keep an eye on the men on either side of me. 

There’s a thing I never understood about boys, and I think it’s the notion of a hierarchical structure within the dating pool. I’ve only ever known girls closely and can only speak from what I’ve heard, but girls always seem aware of their playing field. I mean, they generally have a rough idea of how high they can punch, and at what point they realise that a certain guy is too attractive for them, and they will no longer pursue him. Guys – and this is something I’ve learned from being around Claire this last year – have no such notions. One will crawl from the gutter, smelling like he’s never been in a shower and still feel that he can ask her out. All around her, every day, men take a chance on her. They stop their cars dead, they sit next to her on empty buses, they stop her in the street to talk, all on the possibility that they might become someone lucky enough to know her. They are old men, married men, ugly men, men of all walks of life, strutting around this world in dirty socks believing they could have a flying chance with Claire O’Gorman. It’s a level of confidence that I will never know. 

The pasta is delicious, and I am so hungry. It seems such a simple recipe; linguine and tomato sauce with a sprig of basil on top, but I swear Flavio put some sort of charm on it. My mouth explodes with flavour as I take bite after bite, it’s like a religious experience. I realise eventually that I have forgotten to engage with the conversation around me, and am mortified to discover that I have eaten most of my dinner already while the rest of the table has barely started. I plant my cutlery on either side of my plate and clasp my hands in my lap, physically restraining myself. 

Flavio is talking about how he’s studying finance at a university in Milan, and looking self congratulatory as he talks about the kind of salary he might expect when he graduates. It strikes me as tone deaf, considering the economy, but nobody seems to care about that except for me. I try to talk to Stefano, mostly because I feel obliged to, but his English isn’t very good and we run out of basic conversation topics very quickly. I give up trying and let myself finish my meal and wine. Flavio is too annoying to bear too, so I give up listening to him as well. 

Around eleven o clock, we all clear the plates from the table and stack them in the dishwasher, and soon after a group of people who say they’re from the holiday apartments down the road show up with a plastic bag full of cans. Luca changes the music to some kind of hideous electronica and within an hour there is a heaving party of strangers in their twenties in the living room. I have never felt younger or more naive or more out of place as I perch on a sofa and pick at my fingernails. I spot Kelly in the kitchen with Luca, she’s laughing and pouring glugs of wine into his glass, filling it all the way to the top and he’s trying to get her to stop before it overflows. I watch the blood red liquid spill out onto the floor. I can’t tell by the back of his head if he’s annoyed at her or enjoying her. She’s so charming, I feel as though she could do and say the most outrageous things you could think of and get away with them. 

I look around for Claire and Flavio but I can’t see them. I worry about her. I get up from the sofa and slip out the living room door into the hallway where the lights are off, only the streetlamps outside are casting a pale glow on the tiles. I peek into the empty bathroom, then make my way quietly upstairs. I feel like I’m way out of line, but I don’t mind being caught out as a rude guest if it means that Claire is safe. 

The first bedroom I check is empty, and so is the second. I open up to another bathroom to find it empty too, lights off. By the time my hand is on the knob of the third bedroom I am sure that Claire is in there. I crack it open and slowly peer inside, fully expecting to walk in on some lewd scene, but she isn’t there either. I sigh. The moon is framed perfectly by the window in the room, and curtains blow gently in the breeze. I step closer and rest my hands on the sill, my ears ringing now in the silence, the floor throbbing beneath my feet, and then I hear her laughing. 

Of course, she’s right under my nose, literally. I look down to the garden below me and see Claire and Flavio on two folding garden chairs drinking wine, and see that there was absolutely nothing salacious happening. I am relieved, but at the same moment I feel sad and a bit jealous of her. And Kelly too. Just like I predicted, they both ended up paired off with boys, and I ended up alone. Sad little Evelyn, all by herself in the corner of the party. I’m annoyed at myself for how pitiful I feel, and I can’t help but recall what Kelly said earlier. Maybe I am too picky, and I just need to choose a boy and go out with him. Maybe after a while the whole ordeal stops feeling so horrible and embarrassing. Although I’d never admit it, the fact that I’m seventeen and have never had a relationship feels so pathetic to me. I wish I could just find a boyfriend and get it over with, at least then everybody would stop prying into my love life, pitying me for my lack of experience. 

I head downstairs and try to weave around the crowd to get to the front door, needing some fresh air, suddenly Stefano comes from nowhere and puts his hands on my waist, wrenching me backwards. He is trying to drunkenly dance with me. His eyes are heavy lidded and his breath smells like beer. I am repulsed, and I wrench his sweaty hands off me. “I’m seventeen.” I spit. “That means I’m legally a child, you rotten pedo.” I run away from him, out the door and over the road to the cliffside, where I stand, my face hot, breathing hard and trying to force myself to cry. 

My vision blurs with tears, and I look down at my feet willing the drops to fall, my shoulders shaking, but the tears never fall. I peer over the cliffs. They aren’t high, but they’re rocky. Big round boulders stack on top of one another like some ancient giant placed them there. I picture what would happen if I were to slip down them, and in detail I imagine the way that I would fall, bouncing from one boulder to the next, a horrible gruesome sequence all the way to the sand below. Sometimes I have intense fantasies about things like this, and it’s not that I want to die, it’s just that I’m terrified by how easily and quickly it can happen. I decide that dying via the rocky cliffside would be the worst, and so I take a step backwards, suddenly wary of heights. 

As I turn away from them, I see the glint of metal in the moonlight. There is a steel railing on the cliff edge not far from me, and as I walk closer to it I see that it’s a stone staircase leading down onto the beach below. There is access to the beach the whole way along the coast via these kinds of steps, and I’m surprised that I hadn’t spotted them earlier. 

I decide to walk down them, and it’s so quiet out here that I can hear only my footsteps on the concrete as I do. When I reach the bottom, I take off my runners and my socks and am pleasantly surprised to find that the soft sand is cold under my hot feet, all of the heat it has absorbed from the day is gone again, drawn out by the cool air, and it’s like it’s resting before another hot day tomorrow. I wonder what time it is. I wonder if my friends have noticed that I’ve gone. 

I’m in tune with myself as I walk the silent beach, my stomach still knotted with frustration and sadness, but I find peace with it, my bare feet grounding me to the earth below. The cliff softens into rolling dunes at the end of the beach, and boulders taper off and give way to soft marram grass that softly ripples in the breeze.

There is a house in the dunes ahead, but I don’t see it until I’m close to it. It’s as though it emerges from nowhere, nestled into the cliffs, warm yellow light spilling from its windows out onto a wooden balcony that faces the water. It is flat roofed and clad in corrugated iron, and I can see there is a smouldering fire pit outside a set of large patio doors. They are wide open, inviting the night time breeze inside, and as I get closer I can hear music and laughter coming from within. I stop walking and I stare up at the house, enthralled by it somehow, not wanting to move any closer while simultaneously sensing warmth, juxtaposed entirely with the hostile house I had just walked out of.

I freeze suddenly as voices draw closer to me and a girl emerges onto the deck. She is about my age, maybe a little older, and her hair is short and dyed a bright red colour. She is mid conversation with somebody who is still inside the house. 

“It’s a bit like… so you’ve seen Lost, obviously, have you?” She’s saying. She speaks like she is from Dublin. “Kind of that vibe, like you think it’s a simplistic kind of run of the mill thing, then all this bonkers shit starts happening and like… oh hang on, c’mere, can you bring me out that lighter in there? Yep, on the coffee table.”

A boy walks out behind her, and she continues her conversation with him, and catches the lighter as he tosses it. I stop listening to what she’s saying then, as I feel suddenly stunned by the boy. He is beautiful. His hair is dark and pushed away from his face, a few strands of it are falling over his forehead, and he stands tall next to her, facing in my direction. I step in behind a patch of marram, but I don’t think either of them can see me anyway. I’m cloaked by the darkness on the beach. He has the prettiest face, I think. Its planes catch the moonlight, high cheekbones, an angular jaw, and almond shaped dark brown eyes that are concentrating intently on what the girl is saying to him. 

There’s something about him that paralyses me. I’ve seen nice looking boys before, of course I have. The best and the brightest have waited outside of our school for their girlfriends, but the boy on the balcony has an energy. It’s in the way he holds himself, the steadiness of his gaze, the aura that surrounds him feels static. I realise I am holding my breath and it’s burning my lungs. I can’t help but let it all rush out of me at once. The girl pauses her conversation and looks over her shoulder quizzically. I’m convinced she’s heard me. She turns back around though, and starts flicking her lighter. 

“Feck sake.” she says. “This one is out of juice. Here, I think there’s another one in that bowl in the hall.” They both turn and walk back inside, and they’re gone again. I take my chance to dash back up the beach then. As I’m running, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I thank God that it didn’t do that while I was literally spying on someone from the bushes one minute ago. When I’m far enough away, I read the message. It’s from Kelly. 

Where are you Evie? Can’t find you. 😦

 Another one pops up as I read 

We’re thinking of leaving. Turns out everyone here is a creep. lol.

I text her back as I hurriedly clamber back up the concrete steps. 

On my way, sorry… just needed some air.

I stop for a moment at the top of the stairs and look back down the beach. I can’t see the lights from that house anymore, it’s hidden from view once again, but my body feels alive, nerves tingling with excitement: about seeing the boy, about almost getting caught, the thrilling discovery of the little house… I won’t tell Claire and Kelly about it, I decide then in a more sobering moment. There’s no point, I will put it out of my head now. I’ll probably never see those people again.

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[jcbbby]

dani, i'd like to make a request. As someone who also struggles with ED, can you make a gic where reader has an ED and is went through a recovery? I mean, some years ago i was really underweight, i went through a recovery but my anorexia is still in there. and sometimes is hard to look at the mirror and see how my body changed, is hard to see that i kinda have a tummy now, see that my panties squish a little bit on my waist, see how my thighs look bigger... also my ed gave me stomach problems, i feel so much pain sometimes and it is hard to eat. reading fanfics where my favs comfort me about my body is my favourite thing to do when im feeling bad about myself. can you write one where said scenario happens with reader? (jamie x reader)

oh, bby :( I feel for you, I relate so much. I think anyone who has struggled with an eating disorder knows that it never really does totally go away. you just sort of get better at not acting on those intrusive thoughts. but I do want to make sure you know how PROUD I am of you, because nothing is more badass than waking up every day and still choosing recovery, regardless of what that voice in your head is saying. I love you, I'm rooting for you, and keep kicking ass you beautiful being!! <3

I know this is a little short, but I hope this fic brings you comfort when you need it. <3

Warnings: vague description of an ED and talk of body dysmorphia.

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It was a gorgeous evening as you and Jamie were out to dinner on the Italian Amalfi Coast; a much needed vacation for the both of you. Your food arrived and Jamie immediately dug into his meal. You, however, stared for a moment at the plate of pasta in front of you as you held your fork, thinking about the couple pieces of bread already in your stomach. Jamie looked up from his food, giving you a small, encouraging smile, but letting you decide to take your first bite on your own time, not wanting to put any stress on a typical dinner that should be just that: dinner. You returned his smile, slowly twisting some linguine around your fork and bringing it to your mouth.

You had had a complicated relationship with food, exercise, and your body for a while before you started dating Jamie. They began shortly after you started college, the constant stress and change of environment had you neglecting taking care of yourself. These habits never went away once you graduated, and you carried them with you even when you met Jamie. This could have easily been shrugged off and flown under the radar to most but being thrust into the public eye exacerbated it all. There was an insane added pressure now to always look good, and more daily stress that came with traveling, planning things around filming and travel, and your own career.

When Jamie started to notice how the light in your eyes started to fade, he begged you to seek help. He told you how much he loved you and how much you deserve to feel the love he has for you, for yourself. And he was right; you knew you deserved more than what you had been giving yourself. He was with you through everything after that; your therapy appointments, doctor appointments, your treatment program, your entire recovery. Always supporting you, listening to your feelings, never making you feel like a burden, and doing whatever he could to keep you moving forward.

“Oh my god, this is so good.” You closed your eyes as you chewed.

“Damn right it is.” He smiled, trying not to show just how overwhelmed with pride he was watching you enjoy yourself eating again, allowing yourself one of life’s most simple of pleasures.

Later that evening, as you returned to your hotel room, your mental high from conquering the carb-filled dinner began to fade. You felt so bloated and your stomach loudly gurgled as it struggled to digest your food, a side effect of the years of denying it enough, often making it hard to truly feel as though you were really doing the right thing. That ugly little voice in the back of your head always loved to tell you it was a mistake to have enjoyed yourself like that.

You got back to the room and flopped yourself on to the bed, curling up into a ball. You let out a quiet groan as your stomach grumbled loudly.

“Are you okay, love?” Jamie asked, getting on to the bed with you, placing a hand on your back.

“My tummy hurts.” You whined. “I shouldn’t have eaten that…” You mumbled into the comforter.

Jamie tutted. “Oh, darling… But it was delicious right?” He sat next to you.

“Yeah…it really was. But I’m so bloated now.”

“Oh yeah? Check me out.” Jamie chuckled, standing up.

You peaked an eye open at him to see he had pulled his shirt up to his chest, pushing out his also bloated belly, cradling it like a pregnant woman. You giggled as you sat up a little bit, frowning quickly again as the adjustment hurt your stomach.

“Why don’t we get you out of that dress and into something comfier, hm?” Jamie lowered his shirt.

You nodded, getting up to let Jamie help take off your form fitting dress, twisting yourself and sucking in as much as you could to hide your distended belly. He grabbed one of his shirts that he wore yesterday, that lay draped over the chair in the corner and handed it to you. You slid it over your head, letting it fall to just above your mid-thigh. You smiled to yourself as it smelled like him. You climbed under the covers of the bed, wincing as your stomach gurgled loudly again.

“Here, take these.” Jamie held out a few Tums to you. “Do you want me to go make you some tea, too?” He asked as you took the tablets from him, popping them in your mouth.

You nodded with a slight smile, which he returned as he made his way toward the kitchenette across the room to put the kettle on. After he had prepared two mugs of tea, he came over to hand you yours. He went around to the other side of the bed, setting his mug down on the nightstand. He climbed into the bed with you, snuggling up close. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your tummy through the blankets.

“That should help.” He smiled.

You cuddled together as you sipped your tea, him caressing your back, settling in for the night as your stomach finally began to settle as well.

-the next day-

Jamie and you were going to head down to the beach this sunny, breezy morning. You sipped some coffee as you stood in your bikini in front of the large window that overlooked the water not too far in the distance. Jamie was prepping a bag of snacks and drinks to take down to the beach with you.

“Hey, baby, look at me.” You heard him say behind you.

You turned to see him holding up his phone, about to take a picture of you with the stunning backdrop of seaside Italy outside the window. You immediately frowned, subconsciously moving your arms to cover your exposed body.

“Oh, no…babe, please don’t.”

He lowered his phone, tilting his head. “Why not? You look so beautiful right now.”

You turned to the mirror that was on the wall to the right of you, pinching at your hips and thigh. You shrugged. “I guess I just…feel puffy. I wish I brought a bathing suit that covered more…” You sighed.

“My love…” Jamie walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “I think you look so incredible right now.” He placed a kiss just below your ear.

You looked at him in the mirror, and then down at your reflection. “My bikini bottoms are cutting into my hips and my ass cheeks. I feel like it’s too tight.” You frowned, bringing your hands to your stomach. “And I still feel a little bloated.”

Jamie turned you around, now looking at you face to face, taking your hands in his. “Hey, remember what we talked about. It’s okay to feel that way. But you know it’s just that mean little voice trying to trick you. Right? And what did we decide to tell that voice whenever it got too loud?”

“…to shut the fuck up, you miserable ass bitch, because it’s just jealous of how awesome and beautiful I really I am.” You rolled your eyes while giggling.

“That’s right!” He pulled you into a hug, kissing your cheek over and over as you continued giggling. “And I, for one…” He pulled back from you, now dropping to his knees in front of you. “Love your beautiful, amazing tummy…” He placed several kisses to your stomach. “Your beautiful, amazing hips…” He kissed each hip. “Your beautiful, amazing thighs…” He kissed over your thighs.

You smiled down at him as he peppered your body in admiration and acceptance, in total, unconditional love. He stood up to then meet your lips. You pulled away from his mouth, bringing your arms around him in a hug.

“I love you, baby. Thank you.” You smiled against his chest.

“I love you, darling. All of you.” He pulled you tighter.

[tender-rosiey]

THE ROSELET WRITING BUFFET

—〖 3ᴋ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ: closed 〗—

you arrive at an open bouffé, you are presented with many choices. each meal transports the person to a different situation, what will yours be?

— basically, choose a character of your own choice and one of each of the following; it’s basically a surprise ✨ but I hope everyone gets what they want, the prompt are revealed so you at least know what the content might be; have fun!

also thank you guys for your support and I am seriously so grateful for each and everyone here; we’ve come a long way and I would’ve never done it without you guys so again thank you 💕

⤷ appetizers (genre):

• salad

•soup

•fries

⤷ main course (prompt):

• croquet madame — "i just want to see you."

• turkey cheese — "When will you end this act, y/n?"

• beef linguine — "How long are you going to pretend you don't feel it?"

• ramen noodles — "You're so cute. I'm melting inside. You can't see it but I am."

• sweet and sour noodles — "you are everything. everything."

• sushi combo — "it hurts me, just how much i ache for you."

• bibimbap — "i cannot stand you, and yet i also cannot stand to be away from you."

• fancy burger — "your smile brings me so much joy."

• koshary — "i am sorry that you found out this way."

• curry — "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

⤷ dessert (extra!):

• cheesecake

• molten cake

• ice cream

• pie

⤷ vip dishes (moots only):

• coronation chicken

• victoria sponge

< example: I will take a salad, some ramen noodles and a cheesecake >

you must choose an appetizer and a main course (you can choose a dessert if you want to)

— slots: 10/10

— vip dishes slots: 5/5

this time we have slots so I can make sure I do all of them and because this might be a bit lengthy 😃

taglist: @magenta-cat-drawingss @pompompurin1028 @scul-pted @dazaisdeathwish @requiem626k @nameless-shrimp @shinys-bsd-world-1 @sonder-paradise @ravenina14 @jessbeinme15s-notebook @todorokichills @ginneko @missrown @shrynkk @simplyxsinned @beautiful-is-boring @bakugossanity @izukus-gf @irethepotato @thekaylahub @luciferspen @aeanya @sweetcloudsimp @moon-catto @waosobii @fiona782 @kisakitwister @iamjustasimpxd @psychopotatomeme @kyrrless

copyright © tender-rosiey

do not copy or plagiarize or i will mop with you the floor <3

[angelmush]

hiii im going to be living w my aunt over the summer and therefore buying my own groceries. I am going to be busy w summer classes and working on the weekends but I do rlly want to try cooking at least once or twice a week. I can make an egg and pasta but that’s about it. What are some of your fave recipes that aren’t super complicated that I could start with if you have any? (I am open to a minor challenge but cooking can overwhelm me so I like a challenge but not too much of one lol). I am also vegetarian (not vegan) if that matters! If you don’t get to this that’s okay !!! I hope u are well 🩷🩷🩷

now it's been a little while for me since i've had to use this model due to moving back home w my family for a time but when buying groceries for one person i found it helpful to follow this sort of structure about once a week! when i do this it feels a lot easier to 'wing it' in the kitchen and mix and match my meal components. and to preface, this is what i find to be helpful and everyone is different and finds different things to work for them!!

1-3 protein sources - i like to center my meals around this because i've found it helps me feel the most nourished and full, i always think of it as things that can be the 'star' of your dishes. i eat meat so i usually do salmon, chicken thighs, and alternate pork + beef. but for u that could b things like tofu, eggs, beans/lentils, mushrooms maybe, vegetarian 'meat' fakes lol, peanut butter if u like any peanutty noodle dishes

3-4 veggies - i love to snack on veggies so i usually get snap peas, cucumbers, + bell pepper just for snacking, and then something like brussel sprouts for roasting as a side dish w a dinner, these can also be frozen

2-3 types of fruit - i am a smoothie enjoyer bigtime so i get a combo of frozen and fresh, almost always mango, and then whatever is seasonal that i can see myself being excited to eat throughout the week

2-3 grains - pastas, premade pizza crusts, bread, rice, etc!! these rly round out ur meals!! and imo they make it simpler to make a meal on the fly. i am a huge fan of microwave rice LOL

2-3 multipurpose dips/spreads/sauces/condiments/pantry items - now here is ur golden ticket for being able to reliably make well rounded and varied meals!!! slowly building up your collection over time is the most cost effective way imo. it's helpful to stock up your pantry w things like baking supplies (flours, sugars, leaveners), spices, shelf stable canned goods (canned tomatoes, beans, vinegars, oils, soy sauces, fish sauce, cartons of things like oak milk), and 'fridge pantry' items (parmesan, herbs, lemons for juice and zest, miso, gochujang, ketchup, mayo, hot sauce, jam, pickles, etc). you can use these to season your food as you cook!

2-3 snacks/frozens - any microwave meals or chips or desserts you might want!!

using this structure makes it easier to look at what you have and be like, i have xyz and they would go together well.

EX. i have rice, tofu, and bok choy, now i can cook the rice and pan fry the tofu and bok choy with my pantry ingredients (soy sauce, miso, sesame oil, chili oil) and create a filling meal!

some of my favorites that could be made vegetarian -

ground pork seared on the bottom of a dutch oven in patties (you could sub tofu or use a fake meat replacement), broken up into smaller chunks, eaten with linguine, sliced snap peas or celery, + a garlicky peanut butter sriracha sauce

pizza w a store bought crust!! super easy, done in like 10 minutes! i like to make mine in a cast iron following this protocol

i really love to dress up ramen w sliced veggies and eggs

i like to make pasta dishes and then form a sauce w parmesan cheese, butter, pasta water, lots of lemon zest and juice and sometimes chicken stock, then adding in peas and fresh herbs at the end

idk if this was helpful at all, but i also have a recipe + recovery tag on my blog w more of these if that is helpful to you! im also on Instagram (@clementineoliveoil) and like to post what i cook there sometimes too!! i wish u all the most beautiful meals in your future!!

[gabrielle-de-lioncourt-anon]

Rules: Answer the questions and tag fifteen mutual (yeah…I’ll tag a few 😆)

Thank you, @lizz1eborden for the tag 💙

1. Are you named after anyone?

I believe my name requires no explanation

2. When was the last time you cried?

The first time I watched E5

3. Do you have kids?

Nope

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Every chance I get!

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their attitude

6. What’s your eye color?

Hazel green

7. Scary movie or happy endings?

Scary movies, always. Not to say I don’t like a good romcom every now and then

8. Any special talents?

Singing. I am cursed with perfect pitch, so singing can be quite excruciating at times

9. Where were you born?

In a Hospital

10. What are your hobbies?

Music, reading, exercising, motorcycles, vampires

11. Have you any pets?

No, but I’m a former Cat Mommy

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Softball and track (both former, both hated)

13. How tall are you?

5’ 4”

14. Favorite subject in school?

Science. Any kind, really. It was my first introduction to bloody things

15. Dream job?

I did want to be a Genetic Engineer. Although now, the possibilities of what you can do with that are frightening. Plus, all my fruit flies died, so…..

Tagging @violentvioletviolinsblog @onlyloverleftunalive @junkyardromeo @ineffablespells @the-limp-linguine @immortal-velociraptor and anyone else who w ants to partake

[katatty]

Sims Tag

I was tagged by @charmandersims​! I might have been tagged earlier by other people too but can’t remember for the life of me. Thank you, tho!

What’s your favourite sims death? I’ve always thought death by flies is fun, although I don’t think I’ve ever had it happen in normal gameplay!

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Maxis match, I guess. Although I guess I do use “alpha” hairs, alpha doesn’t really mean anything with TS2...

Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? Nope, I don’t think my Sims really do gain weight all that often, it’s hard to over-feed them in vanilla gameplay! Unless they’re doing a lot of gardening and eating the sparkly foods. I usually welcome weight gain since it’s rare to have “fat” sims :D

Do you use move objects? Yes, decorating without it is a pain in the ass lol!

Favorite mod? At the moment I’d have to say Story Progression for how much it changes the game! But my real favourite is probably the Sim Blender. So simple but useful :D

First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? I think I got Nightlife and University together with the base game when I first played? I like University the most :D

Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? aLIVE. I think of live mode as being like TV, like “we’re live!” That said I don’t think I even say “live mode” all that often, I always refer to it as having the game paused/unpaused 

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Ever???????? Gosh, maybe Duncan Huckleberry or Emmie Aisling? Neither of them are even that interesting facially, I just find them both really fun to write. In terms of face, maybe Lin Mori from Nekojima?

Have you made a simself? Yes, a few years ago! I remember doing quite a ute photoshoot with her, though I haven’t ever played with one in years

What sim traits do you give yourself? Excitable, cat-lover, slob, lucky, loves the outdoors

Which is your favorite EA hair color? I dunno, brown I guess?

Favorite EA hair? I like the one Nina and Bella use, especially all the dyed variants you can get in the mirror! I also really like the one that’s like half up and quite messy (that Lin Mori & Grace Linguine wear), apparently it’s called updo?

Favorite life stage? Young adults! I just love getting all that extra time with them. College is sooooo fun to me

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Haha, I would say I am a builder but ultimately I am in it for the gameplay! Every build I make is with actually playing it in mind, and even if my building stuff “does better” on here I'm more invested in my gameplay and devote a lot more time to it :D

Are you a CC creator? I guess! Builds are kind of a type of CC, and I share those fairly regularly

Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? I don’t know, haha. I have a few simblr friends! But not really a “squad”. I find the idea a bit offputting lol

What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4) 2, of course!

Do you have any sims merch? Nah

Do you have a YouTube for sims? No, but I have considered it. Maybe when I get a new computer so I can actually do screen recording without my PC crapping out lol

How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? I don’t know if it’s really changed that much, haha, I’m a creature of habbit! My gameplay style is quite different between each save/hood, but my visual style hasn’t really changed since 2015, haha!

What’s your Origin ID? I don’t have Origin, lol!

Who’s your favorite CC creator? Ooooof, whenever I get asked this I opt not to pick one, haha!

How long have you had a simblr? Since 2014, apparently! So nearly 10 years, yikes!

How do you edit your pictures? I usually don’t edit them at all, but when I do I use an old photoshop action by @sterina-sims

What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? hahahahahaha

What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? I dunno, I think all of them add some value! But I do really love seasons, it adds so much beauty to the game and I love the gardening mecchanics! :D

I feel like I’m pretty late to the party on this one and I’ve seen everyone do it already... feel free to consider yourself tagged if you want to!

[crownlessliestheking]

🗡️💀😈 for the ask game!!! i couldn’t choose so you can pick one if you want (or all :3c)

🗡️ Defend your favorite war criminal (or make them worse - I'm not your mom).

I want you to know this was absolutely agonizing. Like. WHO do I choose. Who indeed....

Anyway, it's Maglor, and I'm making him worse. Now I am not thee esteemed Maglor scholar -- this is @samarqqand, whose phrasing I am borrowing when I say that Maglor's a moral invertebrate. Like. For real. It's overcooked linguine in place of a spine. And I think that specifically is what makes him worse. Fanon likes to characterize him as softer than his brothers (certainly, he wasn't as vocal about certain things as Celegorm and Curufin), but that -- does not make it better. He commits 3 kinslayings. He holds the Gap through the entire Siege; he cleaves to Maedhros at every available opportunity -- damningly, even when he disagrees. If Maglor does not think that there should be a kinslaying at Sirion, he either does not protest, or does protest and is not recorded and then does it anyway. If Maglor is a Soft Boy (TM), if he is only a tender musician, then why would he turn his sword and voice (arguably the greater weapon of the two) against innocent people? And yeah, the folks at Sirion were innocent. I could even argue that Dior didn't deserve what he got, nor did the majority of the people at Doriath! (The first kinslaying is trickier because I cannot point at Maglor and go, yeah, he has a pretty large share of the blame.) He exists in this liminal space between accountability and denial for much of the Silm, one that he is desperately trying to maintain; look at his reign as High King, however brief it was -- he doesn't do anything. Maglor sits there and is paralysed, because all the choices are on his shoulders. He either damns his brother to torment for good or he loses more of his people trying to get Maedhros back. He either leads a charge for the Silmarils like Curufin is maybe advising, like his father would do, or he remains cautious, starts properly settling Beleriand and keeps a watch on Angband while extending diplomatic overtures. And...all we know of his kingship is that Maedhros is chained up. It says a lot, you know? He is consumed by despair, sure, but I tend to read his action of casting the Silmaril away at the end as not like, a plea for redemption, or 'get this away from me, I am above the Oath' or whatever, but as an act of cowardice. He could keep the Silmaril, yes. He could hold to what is left of his family, but then he'd have to face what they became. He could go back to Valinor, even, really take advantage of that pardon (or create one for himself, Silmaril in hand), but then he would have to face what he did. He could (as fans enjoy) even go visit Elros and Elrond in their respective places, or stay at the Havens, or see Celebrimbor (and who is to say he did not, or that these people didn't come looking for him), but...as far as we know, he doesn't. He knows what he did, and I think by the end of the FA, he can no longer justify it, which means that he is incapable of looking at it head on. What else is there to do but fade to a voice in the wind? By that point, I think he knows full well that it doesn't matter if he didn't want to hold the sword, he still killed with it; it doesn't matter if he tells himself that he never made the call, he still went along with it. The everlasting Darkness isn't for him, but he is not brave enough to face going home.

😈 Give the villains some love. Which antagonist is most interesting to you and what about them draws you in?

I mean, Sauron is the obvious answer. The camp, the glamor, the deep, deep tragedy of Silvergifting and the concept of a villain whose initial goal is to order, to put things A Certain Way. The concept of a villain who loses bits of themselves completely and utterly, who is given a chance to repent and who says no. I am also very into Ar-Pharazon these days, but only as he exists in my own head. I fucking love that guy's hubris and his ambition, the two things that make him so great and frankly a bit scary to Sauron that ultimately end up being his downfall -- like, sometimes I stop and I think to myself, damn, did Sauron really need to do that much work to manipulate this guy into trying to get to Valinor and seize immortality? And the answer is...honestly, probably not. Pharazon was terrified of dying, he was flush with hubris, and, well. All he needed was to know that it was an option. I love Akallabeth Numenor generally, though.

Maximum chaos bonus question (💀): You have a "Get out of jail 'Doomed by the Narrative' free" card. Who do you give it to?

Oooooh, this is really, really hard. I honestly think I'd give it to Finduilas. She's not even doomed by her own narrative! She's doomed by Turin's (although to be fair, so is everyone else that Turin meets or so much as looks at.) Plus I'm really fond of the Fin Galad theory.

[beevean]

What's your favorite foods?

Pizza and sushi, because I am, indeed, very basic :P

I also love most fish and seafood! Especially shrimps, cuttlefish, farfalle with salmon and linguine with cuttlefish ink <3

And it's a funny story in my family that my mother hates lentils, but when she was pregnant with me she ate tons of them, and guess who still does the same to this day :P

[eglectic]

January 11 — Time for a Break

Current weight: 190.1

What I ate today:

Mushroom coffee

2 Chaffles toasted plain

Mushroom coffee

Sausage and roasted pepper linguine, French onion soup with beef brisket, some bites of my friends’ food, pistachio nuts, 3 RX bars

I felt kinda like crap all day today. Idk if I slept weird or something but it felt like a strain in the back of my neck all day and woke up with tension in my skull. I never get headaches so this is a bit unusual for me. I also just felt physically weak in the morning and barely got through my workout.

Anyway, I think I need to retreat a little and stop posting every day. I’m thinking until February 1st. I’ll still post the vlogs and some of my photos from new years and my birthday, but I just need to go inward and be with myself more right now. I’m really craving it. Good news though, my housemate said I can stay where I am through February, so that’s fantastic news. It gives me more time to figure out my next move and also make more money in the meantime.

[thehoveringbrain]

5, 7, 29 (and 14 :3) for the weirdly specific ask game

5-7 i already answered

14. do you think you’re dehydrated?

.....i was like, why does this question get the mischievous emoji.... No. I am NOT, thanks

29. preferred pasta noodle?

i like linguine!

[satoriberry]

headcanons-to-humanize!

today's victim: sina rintarou! ♡

- he likes to take photos because he has a fear of forgetting all the good moments he experiences...

- also gets FOMO a lot, especially since he's not the most approachable person ever and he doesn't like that.

- photos of people make up the minority of his gallery, it's mostly nature, sites, his sister and signs or billboard that make him giggle when read out of context.

- he cried HORRIBLY during and after 'Grave of the Fireflies', especially since Setsuko and Seita remind him of his sister and himself.

- had a neon shirt phase in primary school, no one said anything because.....no.

- chokes on air. a lot. like, a lot. he hates life because of this.

- is a strong 'tiny spoon, big bowl' enthusiast, contrary to his sister who monstrously eats her cereal from her tiny kiddy bowl with a giant spoon. that's the suna family divide.

- owns a chef top hat for no particular reason. sometimes, he puts his pikachu plushie inside of it to pretend he's linguine and pikachu is remy.

- likes otome games. the kind to giggle and kick his legs against his bed while saying, "of course himiko-chan, ill accompany you to the festival as your date."

- makes those fucking fairy videos with his sister AGAKSGKSSAAAAAAAAAA NOOO THE IMAGE IS TOO MUCH FOR ME.

- eats tomatoes like apples sometimes. ginjima judges him for that.

- unironically used to say "pog" or "poggers" when something cool happened. that's his 3 am awkward moment remembrance fuel.

- doesn't tell anyone, but sometimes he forgets if atsumu is the one with the gray hair or if that's osamu. has called both with the incorrect name on several occasions but they think it's him being a goofy. he's not. he's taking that to the grave.

- a really romantic individual at heart. the idea of being held by somebody and being loved by said person makes him go "OWAOWOAOWA", y'know?

- has freckles on his shoulders, atsumu thinks that's cool and is very jealous of that.

- has once said, "i'd pay aran to let me bite his glistening pecs, they look scrumptious" while in the changing rooms with the other 2nd years. aran was in one of the shower stalls, and he yelled, "I'M HERE AND MY ANSWER IS FUCK NO."

- likes the smell of a girls' shampoo. if a girl walks by, he subconsciously notes the scent of her shampoo because he's like that. favourites are apple, lime and blueberry scented ones.

- the kind of bitch to take aesthetic photos in those y2k girl poses. it's horrible because he unironically looks hot while doing it.

- LOVESSSS vintage posters. from soda posters to movie posters to commercial posters, if it's vintage, he's getting it.

- likes to make his own coffee. has the whole gear aka a coffee grinder, a french press and a brew jar etc.

- owns a crop top but only wears it at home. only the team knows about it.

- falls easily for older girls. when he was 14, he had a crush on a 19 year old girl that lived next door. he would do subtle things like loudly express how good he was at taking care of his sister or just how talented he was at volleyball to impress her. the day he found out she had a boyfriend, his life crumbled and he went through a 'dhmu, streaks 🔥, only real ones know' phase.

- his laugh sounds like something between a teapot and a train whistle.

- when 'Gangnam Style' came out, he bought Psy's fit from the video to recreate it in his room. he buried this deep in his brain to try and forget it. (keyword: try)

- he's not shy, just less expressive. he hates the idea of being judged if he were more open about himself.

- catfishes on horny discord servers for nitro

- "Cruel Angel's Thesis" is his jam. you play that song, he's busting our his funky dance moves

- sees himself in Camilo from "Encanto".

- best subject is biology, worst subject is geography. doesn't understand how or why he needs to make a connection between sea levels rising and the travel industry gradually losing revenue.

- doesn't know how to take compliments. just goes "ahaha, yeah, thanks". he's working on it shhhh.

- tells atsumu that osamu is his favourite twin, and vice versa with osamu because he's a little shite.

- is really into ancient egyptian history. he can pull up a powerpoint presentation and spend 2 hours talking about it.

- he once considered starting a boyfriend roleplay ASMR channel when his crush said, "your voice is really soothing, i like it."

- gobbles up blueberries like they're his life source. likes the more tart ones.

↬ Berry's after-writing note: WOOHOO humanization complete! almost, idk. i might make this a serie where i write a bunch of headcanons foe the characters with most unsavoury fandom representations because some of them are....questionable...anyways, i hope you enjoyed :3

[coldbrewnette]

2, 3, 9, 29 ask game

2. thoughts on veganism?

To each their own! Eat and let eat. It’s not one size fits all, so just because it works for one person doesn’t mean it will work for the next, for a lot of reasons!

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

hmmm I like all the colors in some capacity, but I don’t like bright shades/hues at all! I can enjoy neon and I’m obsessed with pastel, but that almost neon, too-bright hue just hurts my eyes lol. Like this red for example:

Hate it 🤠

9. Do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

Sure do! I’ve talked about it before, and while I’ve switched some products out now for the colder months and am trying out some new products, I generally keep it within 6/7 steps :)

29. preferred pasta noodle?

Angel hair 100% the BEST shape. Thin linguine is a close second!! I prefer long pastas in general though <3