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"B's Day." Randy Meeks X Brooke.

AYYY! SO! It is the fucking amazing and wonderful @thirsting4slashers birthday today! I worked hard as fuck and wrote most of this today between running around, chores and making the longest nashville hot chicken ever with my fam but it is done and it is here! I had a blasty-blast writing it! This is my first time writing Randy and I fucking hope you adore it and that I got Randy correct enough for you! I wrote this as B, and it has her name througout it but anyone can read it if you wanna! SO without further ado, let’s get into it! Happy fucking brithday B!!!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.3K. (I went off. Again.) Randy Meeks X Brooke. She/They Pronouns. Warnings. Soft. Fluff. Friends To Lovers. Pining. Cute Shit. Pet Names. Making Out. Grinding. Blow Job. Hand Job. Face Fucking. Cunnlingus. Dirty Talk. Praise. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Raw Sex. Creampie. Premature Ejaculation. Reassuring Words. Teasing. Just A Lot.

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B’s Day.

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Your friendship started completely by accident.

You’d come by the video store and he was stocking shelves and you asked him for a recommendation, he helped you out and you ended up loving the pick he chose. You did the same thing the next time and soon you found your conversations getting longer and longer. You loved almost all the movies he picked and the ones you didn’t, started some very mentally stimulating and amazing back and forth between you.

“Look, I am not saying it is a bad movie, I just do not get why you hyped it up so much!” It had him rolling his eyes at you, “It’s like we watched two entirely different movies, like did you even listen to the score?!”

It was nice and soon little bets were made, recommending each other movies and betting on how much the other person would love them and if they didn’t then usually snacks or small favors were exchanged. When Randy ended up getting another pick wrong it led to you making him take you out for lunch.

You ended up having such a great fucking time and it was the real start of your friendship. The hangouts were frequent and not just kept to the video store. You got along so fucking great it was kind of insane.

He got a crush on you first.

It started so small, just him thinking about how much he liked you and wanted to keep hanging out even after you spent all afternoon together. He tried to push some of those feelings away because he wasn’t sure you felt the same way plus if he ignored those feelings they would totally go away, right?

Wrong.

It seemed like it only made it worse to be honest. His crush on you was embarrassingly huge, if only he knew you had started to like him too then he could have gotten over himself a lot sooner.

The first moment he realized he was truly, madly, deeply hopeless for you was during one of your now regular lunches you;d share. You had just told some joke that made the one he told pale in comparison and it almost made him choke on his malt. The laugh you let out in response, head throwing back, hand over your mouth, it made him stop, it swept over him all at once, warmth exploding in his chest, gripping his glass way too tight, Jesus fuck he had it and he had it fucking bad, how had he not realized how much? How oblivious could he be?

You called him out on the silent act and it made him flush and he fumbled, coughed and told you rather unconvincingly that yeah of course he was fine. You didn’t believe him but you dropped it. He struggled through the rest of lunch to not be so caught up in his own head and be present with you.

After that afternoon with you he tried to play it cool but it didn’t end up working out that well, he found himself pining after you almost constantly. You just got him, had such a good sense of humor and great taste in movies and shows and music and he just had the best time with you. It was always so easy to spend time with you, easier than it had ever been with anyone else.

It takes him a few months to work up the courage to ask you out. It was after your film studies lecture, crisp fall afternoon, you’d both just visited a favored cafe’ of yours, you’d treated him to his favorite, a hot apple cider. You’d set it down in front of him before taking the seat across the table and you looked so good in that fall coat you loved and that scarf he gave you last holiday season that it just burst from his mouth before he could stop it.

“Brooke, do you wanna go out with me?”

You paused, looked a little shocked, it made him want to immediately jump into taking it back, wishing he could shove the words back into his mouth, grab them out of the air somehow but once something is said it is too late and can never be taken back. But then you surprised him. You smiled warmly and said, “Jesus titty fucking Christ Meeks, it took you long enough! I thought we’d be going grey by the time you finally got around to asking.”

“Wait, what?”

The way he said it, such pure and genuinely confusion painted across those adorable features that it had you laughing again in that way that got to him so badly. “I’m saying I like you too doofus.”

That had him smiling wide, preening a little under you saying that, you saying that really helped bolster his confidence and quick too, he asked in a very joking over-confident tone, “So you like me, eh? How long has that been going on?”

You shook your head fondly as you took a sip from your hot chocolate. “ Ass. Yeah I fucking like you and I’m excited for our date. So where you taking me?”

Shit.

Good question.

Where was he taking you?

He hadn’t woken up that morning planning on asking you out and whenever he did think he was going to get around to it he hadn’t planned as far ahead as you saying yes.

It was like you could see the gears turning his head and you reassured him, your hand on his as you said, “Don’t get all weird. Whatever we do is gonna be a good time.”

“Right, right, duh, of course.” He said with a nod and you saying it actually helped him relax, you were so good at helping him relax.

So any lingering doubts the two of you might have had about dating ruining your friendship was firmly squashed on the first date. You made the transition with startling ease. He totally couldn’t believe just how well it was all going. So many great times, trips out to the movies and meals shared and walks and basically everything you did before but with the added benefit of neither of you having those urges of wanting to reach out and touch that you previously couldn’t act on.

You both made good use of the fact that little hurdle was no longer in the way. Could hold hands and throw arms around each other and kiss, fucking my God did you both take advantage of that one.

It only takes a few dates for it to really escalate.

You and Randy back in your apartment, roommates conveniently out, another extremely successful date, a fantastic time was had and it was getting better with the two of you on your couch. Your arms around his neck and kissing him, almost practically seated in his lap, his hands on your hips as he was returning your ample affection with equal enthusiasm.

You moved, kisses trailed over his jaw as you said softly, "You know you've really improved."

He sounded a little breathless as you'd continued your movement, mouth laying more kisses down his throat, your fingers in his hair, "Im-proved, at ah, what exactly?"

"At kissing." You bit the side of his throat and it had his hands going up to your shoulders, pushing you back a bit so you could look him in the eyes, "Ouch!"

"Oh c'mon I didn't bite you that hard you baby." You teased and he said, "Not at the bite, at what you said!"

His hands slid up, arms wrapped around you, tugging you even closer to him and you cooed, "Awe did I hurt your fragile ego Randy?"

"Deeply." He said so deadpan it made you laugh, "Seriously sweetheart, baby, Brookie cookie, how could you?" He smiled a little as he took over where you left off, kissing over your face and neck. A wide smile taking over your own face, you loved the over the top pet names he'd pull out, soon as he learned about your old nickname it was adopted into everyday conversation easily, he'd call you it more than anything else. I mean the man even changed your name in his phone to that book ended by hearts and cookie emojis, how sickeningly sweet was that?

"Mmm I dunno what I was thinking, how truly heartless of me." You said and he hummed in agreement, "How about we move this to my bedroom and I can make it up to you?"

His lips stopped on that spot where your neck meets your shoulder and he asked, "You serious?"

"As a grave, Meeks."

Three words in his mind all at once. Hallelujah. Holy shit.

It felt right. Dumb jokes and banter helping keep the harsher edge away but still that under current of heat was unmistakably present as you both stumbled your way to bed. Neither of you could keep your hands off each other even for the short journey, refusing to break apart, still kissing almost desperately. You fell back on the bed and that was when Randy paused to take you in for a moment, hair out of place, flushed and kiss bruised lips and clothes rumpled from the heated make out, looking up at him like you really wanted him.

It's nice to feel wanted.

You looking at him like that was something he never wanted to lose. The need to continue? To touch you? Overwhelming.

He got on the bed, hands starting on your ankles and sliding up your legs, slowly, he felt things were a bit too serious, he needed to lighten the mood again but he couldn't help what he said now, "Damn."

You laughed a little again, "Damn?"

He gave a nod, hands sliding up higher, on your thighs now, "Yes. Damn. No good?"

"I just think you are selling me a little short." You teased and he was leaning down over you, playing along, "Oh are you implying you're worth a two syllable damn, baby?"

"Implying? I'm out right saying."

Your hands were on him again, pulling him down so his mouth crashed into yours. It heated up considerably after that again. You'd both been pretty worked up out in the living room and you starting up the makeout again simply reminded you both how much you wanted this.

Tongue running over his bottom lip and it made him moan into your mouth and you needed to hear more of that. Your fingers curling in the fabric or the shirt he had on and with him between your legs you went with the urge you had and moved your hips, grinding up on him and he was so hard already, unsurprising, but hot all the same.

You making that first move gave him all the invitation he needed and moving his own hips made your mouth slow down, the friction felt damn good. More heated kissing, grinding, tugging at each other's clothes, needing more skin on skin contact. Thing is he was having trouble getting your pants open, to the point he stopped kissing to focus his hands better and you asked, "You good? Nervous?"

He let out a breathy laugh, he was but didn't want to show it, "Yeah, yeah, uhm just, got that song by The Waitresses stuck in my head, you know?"

"The Waitresses why-" and it clicked just then, the lyrics of I Know What Boys Like entering your head, particularly the ones about the lead wearing clothes that are purposefully hard to take off. You laughed, a shake of your head, "Swear to God I didn't do this on purpose."

"You sure?" The tone pulled yet another laugh from you and finally he got your pants open, "Finally! Oh my God-"

You held back the urge to clap and said, "Congratulations! Hope you don't have this much trouble getting my bra off."

"Your lack of faith is startling." He quipped and you helped him get your pants off as you said, "Gimmie something to have faith in babe."

"Now that, I can do."

He had your pants off, tossed aside, he started to kiss you again and you started to help him with his clothing in between making out. Soon it was down to just underwear and you pushed him back, starting to kiss down and he tried to keep composure because holy shit you were making moves that showed your clear interest in putting his dick in your mouth.

He'd spilled too much cum to that very thought. The view of you sliding down, hand cupping his erection through the thin material, thumb brushing over the damp spot. You knew he was into this, how hard he was, already leaking pre-cum, breathing harder. You squeezed once, looking up at him through your lashes, "How you holding up sweet thing?"

A shaky nod, "M' amazing."

"Good." You hummed out and you were low enough to mouth at him through his underwear and he couldn't hold back the slight buck of his hips. Your mouth was already so warm, he might just die at this rate. You pulled the last remaining layer of fabric out of the way. You paused, a small curse at finally seeing him bare before you. He looked so good. Literally mouthwatering.

Your hand closed around him and you leaned in, tongue made contact and swirled around the tip and he might really just die. Your lips closed around the head and you sucked and his eyes screwed shut because the feeling combined with the visual was in fact going to be the death of him. “Fuck, Brooke-”

You hummed, and sucked harder, hand slowly starting to move, beginning to stroke him, and he let out a shaky exhale. Your mouth moved down, taking more of him into your mouth and you moaned at the taste, the feeling, the whole situation really and Christ how was he supposed to go on like this?

“Feels-so, so, so good-” He groaned out and you set a rhythm, not super fast or hard but steady, decent. His knees almost gave out, you pushed him down so he was on his back and you only kept going, refusing to let up, he was squirming below you, making the most delicious sounds.

You took more and more and he had this all consuming craving to work with you, to fuck up into your mouth as you moved down to take more. He wanted to fuck your face but he was already hanging on by a thread, if he wasn’t careful he was going to cum already, he couldn’t stop moving at this point or shut up with his moaning and praise of you, words falling out asking for “-more-” and to “-don’t stop!”

You wouldn’t until he actually changed his tune, fists clenching, “I-I wanna do some-THING! But ah-ha, ahhhh, I don’t know if you are dow-nnn for it.”

You pulled off, stroking his whole length as you asked, “What is it? If you don’t ask, you might never get it.”

You had a point. You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take, right?

“I-I’m close, I don’t wanna cum yet, bu-but, I-I kinda want to-” You encouraged him, “Want to, what?”

“Wanna-” His eyes closed, his hands over his face, choking out, “-wanna fuck your face.”

You almost gasped at that.

One of your biggest fantasies, you wanted that so badly, had thought about it over and over and here he was offering it, you responded so quickly, “Yes! Yes, I love that, I want it, please-”

You moved, mouth back on him and he couldn’t believe what he heard, his fingers threaded in your hair and you moved down and he arched his hips up once experimentally and you moaned as he went so deep.

That felt unfairly good.

You wrapped your lips tighter around him, moving down further and he bucked up harder, fucking into your eager mouth, so hot and wet, you felt incredible and were moaning on his shaft, eyes screwed shut and he worked with you. Arching, rocking, pumping up and you moving down in time and soon, very soon, his pace was faltering, “B-Brooke! I-I’m gonna-”

A reassuring hum, your hands on his hips, a squeeze, encouraging and he groaned low and long and he finally came, hips stuttering as he spilled on your tongue. The taste was better than anticipated and you swallowed him back with ease, listening to the litany of moans and praise that left him upon his orgasm. He was a panting mess by the time he finished cumming into your mouth. You pulled up after you’d downed his cum, sitting up and looking him over. You allowed him to bask in the afterglow for a moment before asking:

“So how was that?”

He huffed out a laugh, still half panting, “Oh my fucking God. I-I don’t have words to describe Brookie, I literally have nothin’-”

“Well that’s cuz I drained everything out of you.” You teased and he said, “Well not everything-”

“Good. Because I am still wanting more.” You said and he forced himself up, pushing you onto your back now, “Oh I know you are. I won’t leave you hanging, I promise.”

You knew he wouldn’t. He would never disappoint you.

He kissed you, hard, hot, possessive, you moaned into it and he could taste a hint of himself clinging to your mouth and he actually loved it. After a few moments his hands moved, began to get rid of your bra and panties, and as soon as you were bared he had to stop again. His hands ran over your body, feeling, touching everywhere he would, “Holy fuck-”

He let out a shuddering breath, “-your body is fucking amazing.”

All of it struck him so fast.

Being in your bed. Totally naked with you after you had just given him maybe the most amazing orgasm of his life, so here with him, present in the moment, clearly wanting him and he felt so damn lucky, overcome with feeling yet again.

He kissed you, his hands palming your tits and he didn’t linger long before moving down, kissing over your neck and pausing at your chest, hurried licks and bites and it made you shift under him and more and more he moved down until he was between your legs which he put over his shoulders. Your slick cunt was on display, you were so wet, and inviting.

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good-” He groaned out and he leaned in, one long and strong lick up the middle of you that had your back arching with a gasp of his name from the sheer pleasure that flooded your system. He had never felt more sure of himself or anything he had ever done than in this moment.

His hands on your thighs he took his time starting to eat you out for the very first time. He ate you out with such care, licking up through your folds, over your clit, tongue passing over it and swirling around it and even pulling it into his mouth, sucking deeply, tongue flicking over it and every moan and heavy breath and twitch drove him forward, fueled his hunger. The feeling built so steadily, so intensely.

“You taste-” he panted out, pausing briefly, “-the best, just the fucking best-”

You let out a light laugh, asking, “Yeah?”

“Oh my God, yeah.” His hand slipped down and two fingers slipped inside of you, drawing another moan from you as his mouth lowered down, tongue running over that sensitive bud before latching onto it.

You clenched around his fingers and he moaned against you. He was already hard again. You were almost too much for him. He was rock hard and couldn’t help grinding down onto the mattress below, your sheets felt soft and so good and provided just enough of a tease of stimulation to help push him even further as he pleased you.

And my God did he fucking please you.

In a few more short minutes you were almost gasping for breath, chest rising and falling, rocking against his tongue and you were starting to warn him, thighs tightening around his head, “Ran-Randy, I’m so close!”

He kept pace, didn’t dare change a thing, maintaining that all important consistency to ensure your release, his fingers curled just so and another suck and flick of his tongue had that coil breaking and you came with a cry of his name. Eyes shut tight and pleasure exploding outwards, white hot and running throughout your whole body, jerking and twitching under his minstriations. He didn’t stop, dragged out every single bit of sensation out of it that he could and only when you were weakly batting him away from sheer overstimulation did he let up and pull away.

His mouth lifted, his fingers slid out of your soaked cunt and into his mouth, sucking on his fingers and cleaning every bit of you, tongue rolling between his own fingers as he took in the sight of you panting, blissed out all because of him.

He mirrored what you asked before, “How was that?”

You smiled so warmly, eyes peeking back open and looking down to him. “Fucking fantastic.”

He felt so good about himself, about you and what you both shared. But more than that he was still feeling so worked up. You cumming on his tongue and fingers might be the hottest thing he had ever experienced, he slowly pulled himself up your body, you could feel his erection brush your inner thigh and you held your arms out, inviting him even closer still. He leaned down yet again, his lips capturing yours in another kiss, this one was slower, most passionate, so good. He pulled away to ask, “Are you sure?”

“More than I’ve ever been about anything.”

“Now there is that faith I was looking for earlier.” He reached out for his jeans to grab a condom and you grabbed his wrist, a shake of your head, “I’m covered.”

“Oh shit-really? You’re-...” Another nod and he couldn’t believe it. Fucking hell how was he supposed to last, he already came once but going raw and bare your first time was going to be so much to take.

“Mmmhmm.” You nodded and your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer, you feel him brush against you and you squirm, back arching, “Please hon?”

He couldn’t say no. He trusted you implicitly, he knew that you were safe and he wanted this so badly, maybe more than literally anything he ever had. “Course, sweetheart.”

He positioned himself just right, pressed himself right to you, tip at your soaked entrance and he took a deep breath to compose himself before another short reassuring kiss he nudged forward, slowly pushing into you for the first time. A shared moan that broke the kiss, he sunk in inch by agonizing inch and Christ you felt indescribable inside. You moaned at him, filling you, shifting below him.

He wasn’t going to be able to hold out. Not a snowball's chance in hell. He wanted you to cum again, was desperate for it, he needed to do something to seal the fate of your end again. He adjusted again, one hand between your bodies, his thumb pressed to your clit and you almost sob, “Randy! Ye-yes!”

“Brookie-” he groaned out, his eyes fell closed, still couldn’t look at you, he wanted to engrave every single moment to the walls of his brain but he couldn’t, if he did he would spill in two seconds flat. You clenched around him as he was rubbing your clit with the perfect pressure and pace.

“You’re soooo fucking good for me-” He moaned, “-so hot. So tight and wet, better than, ahhh, I-I ever thou-ght.” He was holding still inside of you, tip pressed to that sweet spot inside, rocking slightly, grinding into that ultra sensitive tissue as he circled your clit. “I-I want you to-to cum ah-again before me.”

If he kept it up you would.

He pressed a little harder and you gasped out, “M’ gonna-if you, ahhh, keep it uppp-”

He could feel the way you got wetter, tighter, he could tell how close you were, clinging onto him, panting out praise back to him, moaning and writhing and hell he hoped he had his timing right. Other hand that wasn’t working your clit went under your knee, holding up your leg, fucking in, deep, hitting that perfect spot, all his focus going into not cumming before you and keeping those fingers moving.

“Ra-Randy! I-I’m almost there-”

“Shit, me too, baby, please, please-” His hot breath was on your neck, panting out, filling you over and over and your nails were biting into his back as you finally tipped over with a moan, “M’ cumming!”

And he finally allowed himself to give in. The feeling of your soaked walls on him as your orgasm took hold brought him to his end, he managed to keep going, fucking into you, giving you as much pleasure as he could and he came too. The feeling of his hot cum spilling only increased your pleasure, a surprised moan pulled from you at the sensation and he was muttering your name, and something else unintelligible but ultimately sweet into your throat.

His hips slowed until finally stopping, resting fully buried inside of you.

You were both panting hard, slick with sweat and entangled together. Taken aback by sheer sensation and emotion.

He props up looking down at you, “God, Brookie cookie, hon, I-I’m sorry I didn’t last long-” You shh’d him, a finger pressed to his lips with a smile and a shake of your head. “Don’t pull that shit Meeks. It was fucking perfect. YOU were perfect.”

You leaned up, kisses over his face and neck, hands running down his shoulders and arms reassuringly and he melted into you.

You were wrong.

He wasn’t perfect.

You were.

#AYYY #IT IS HERE #I DID IT #AND I WENT WAY HARD #YET AGAIN #Enjoy itttt #Randy Meeks X Brooke #BHF writing #Happy birthday!

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maribabyart · 4 years

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Do you have any Demon Martha headcanons? How do you think her reunion with Mrs. Mayberry (The teacher who paid for her assassination) in hell would go?

OK YES I HAVE HEADCANONS FOR THIS HERE WE GO --

MARTHA HEADCANONS <3

So, I’m gonna start with her before she died so I can fully get into why every part of her is the way she is as a demon.

Martha is light skinned Latina woman with family coming from Venezuela. Her mother has a much darker skin tone than her, but her father is far more light-skinned, where she gets her complexion from. While she was raised in America, her parents were immigrants. She was born at home, and she didn’t get a birth certificate until she was four, the year before she started schooling.

She has three older brothers. They were very rambunctious with Martha as a child, pulling pranks on her/with her, taking her hunting, etc.

She was raised out on a farm in the middle of a forested area in Kentucky. They raised cattle, sheep, chickens, and horses. Martha’s main job on the farm was to groom/ride horses and feed chickens.

She learned her sharp-shooter skills in a more intense version of something like 4H unique to her area. She was fantastic with a bow and arrow, and even better with her firearms.

Cannibalism was normalized in Martha’s life from a young age. She knew that it must be kept secret from the outside world, and that it wasn’t accepted. However, it wasn’t something she found to be horrid.

Her family -- and their close friends -- came from a long lineage of Satanic cultists that practiced cannibalism to purge any bit of, “soul” remaining in the corpses of their sacrifices. Due to this, Martha had evolved to be able to be immune to the ill side effects of cannibalism, along with the ability to not feel repulsed by the idea of eating human meat.

Her favorite part of the body growing up was the brain, and it still is to this day. She loves the frontal lobe slathered in spices and hot sauce.

She began her cultish killings at age fourteen, when she officially joined the cult of her family’s descent -- Compañerismo de la Fruta Prohibida (Fellowship of the Forbidden Fruit, a refrence to their following of Lucifer)

Martha didn’t love Raphael Peterson, or, “Ralphie”. She was married of to him at age sixteen, when she became a, “Woman” in the cult’s eyes. They were both meant to appear as an ideal couple so that people wouldn’t suspect them, as their parents before them have.

Ralph and Martha always saw each other as friends with benefits.

They moved to Dayton, Tennessee to start their family when they turned eighteen.

In Nashville, Martha started singing to music her husband played in Taverns. Think Dolly Parton style music. She sounded a lot like that.

Their first child was born when Martha was eighteen: Their daughter, Jolene Peterson. Two years later, they had their son, Beau Peterson.

Martha was always really involved with her kids’ school activities, and she was always volunteering to work events, and her kids were in every activity they could be.

She used her physical attractiveness to seduce and kill men.

While sex favorable, Martha is on the aspec -- greysexual (sexual pleasure is irrelevant to her, and she only engages in it to appease her partner generally. She only finds sexual attraction in people while in the act.) Because of this fact, Martha only has affairs for the sake of gaining trust to bring the men home so they can be killed and eaten.

When Martha was shot, the community villainized Mrs. Mayberry because the town darling, Martha Jane Nunez Robles-Peterson, would NEVER cheat, right? The situation was misread: Martha was just talking to Jarold Mayberry that night about t-ball-related things, right? He WAS the the little league captain for her 6-year-old-son’s league, wasn’t he?

Martha was gifted millions by the community, and people were insanely supportive of her. They wanted the sweet Martha they, “knew” to get better soon. They loved her so -- such a darling woman!

Her music became more well known, and soon, Martha was all over TV. Her big musical break came from when she auditioned for American Idol and made it. Her sob-story propelled her, and she eventually won.

Martha was a hero to everyone around her -- surviving a traumatic event that was uncalled for, while also being so damn chipper and kind.

Hell, did you guys see the background in one of those scenes?! Martha was canonly proclaimed a SAINT! People loved her that much.

She used the public trust to lure in more victims and never be suspected.

Martha was 28 when she died. Ralphie was 28 as well. Jolene was 10, and Beau was 8.

Ralphie managed to survive the explosion, albeit he was completely paralyzed, and the two children went to heaven. Ralphie repented during his last month alive, and confessed to his crimes. He was sent to heaven as well.

Martha and the children were declared to have died in a bear attack, as Compañerismo de la Fruta Prohibida covered up their true demise with ease.

People were heart broken -- Martha’s music was used in sad collages on Youtube, Tik Toks had Martha’s face in them for memorials.

No one ever realized her crimes.

Now! As a demon....

In hell, Martha picked up the alias Hero -- it’s what she was in life, right? I’ll be calling her Hero from now on.

Hero is both different and similar to how she was when she was alive. She’s still the got her kind-hearted, southern mama vibe going for her: She tends to be able to fit into any demonic crowd well, either by attractiveness or by sheer, overwhelming allure -- she’s a very magnetic personality.

As far as powers go, Hero’s are mostly related to firearms. She’s acquired these powers through deal making and soul dealing, as most demons do. Her charming aura very quickly lure people into thinking she’s naive or really just being honest with them.

Her nails can peel back to allow her to shoot from, “finger guns”. Each finger is a different gun, besides her middle and index fingers. They are both shotguns. Together, they make a double barrel shotgun.

When in full demonic form, Hero’s bandages become sentient. They peel away from her wound, revealing a minigun like weapon in the hole in her head. This can rapid fire while the bandages can grab onto things or hoist Hero up. She can make this last for five minutes -- ten at the longest -- before she gives out to sheer exhaustion and needs to eat demon meat to replenish herself.

Within her first week in hell, she was known to be powerful. Not quite an overlord, but powerful enough to hang around overlords.

She hit overlord status three months later, during the terf war seen in Hazbin Hotel’s pilot: She took several areas of land, and was seen to have several lesser demons flocking to be on her good side.

Hero used her land to build up a bar and grill that serves strictly demon meat and blood, where demons can play music and dance. It’s like a fucked up country dinner. It’s an insanely popular addition to Cannibal Colony, where she lives.

The place is called La Cocina de la Calle Kuru (The Kuru Street Kitchen)

Hero REALLY wants to get her hands on exterminator tools, but she’s not really a fan of black market deals -- it’s too “trashy” for her.

Hero knows Alastor pretty well, as he’s came in for meat and to watch the music. They’ve had pretty decent conversations while she was on break, seeing as they were both influential southern, cannibalistic serial killers. It’s a running gag between them where they jokingly talk about who was more iconic -- “I bet I took out more belles in a lifetime than you could in your entire afterlife!” “Well hon, at least I could eat the brains without gettin’ Kuru!”

She talks to Rosie a lot about business, and has met Niffty and Mimzy before. (Al hooked a bitch up with some friends lmao)

She REALLY likes Mimzy. She reminds her of Ralphie, and they became super fast friends.

Vox and Hero have a confusing sort of friendship, as neither really wants to be seen with the other -- In his case, because she’s much lower on the overlord spectrum than him, and in her case, because she’s no stranger to Alastor and Vox’s hatred for one another. However, she often finds herself consoling Vox on sleepless nights after closing up the bar, trying to convince him that Valentino is NOT worth his time. Beyond that and him occasionally paying her back in tech at random hours of the morning, they don’t talk often.

Hero LOVES dancing! Like, a lot.

She’s seen Charlie’s ad for the Happy Hotel. Her and Mimzy watched it, and they both thought it was the stupidest damn thing they’d ever seen. However, Hero said she was happy Charlie got up there, because she was just, “Cute as a button, that lil’ sweatpea was!”

Hero’s best friends are Mimzy and an unnamed demon who specializes in black market, extermination tool selling (the one seen in in Addict -- Cherri Bomb’s former lover).

These two people, and these two people alone, can call her “Martha”

Hero cooks whenever she’s stressed. She also adores sewing and binging soap operas and reality shows on Voxflix.

Hero’s Instagram would be, “HeroicMelodies” in reference to her music career and name.

Hero gets hit on A LOT, and she despises it. She doesn’t need to seduce people anymore to get away with murder, and she doesn’t want to. She dresses the way she does because she LIKES that clothing. People can fuck off.

The reason Hero is white and pink is to show how innocent she looks. Her pitch-black eyes show her dark soul.

Hero sings in Spanish to herself when cleaning up.

Sometimes, Hero and Rosie spend holidays going around with ground demon meat to throw to the hell crows and other critters. They find it peaceful.

Hero, shockingly, holds no hatred for I.M.P., and commonly jokes about how the I.M.P.’s, “Did her a favor” by sending her somewhere she can actually be her. She has no idea who called for the hit, though.

Hero finds Blitzo’s Instagram posts being poorly spelled to be, “Damn near precious”.

She thinks he’s a teenager, and probably would think it less adorable if she knew he was a grown man with a grown kid.

Hero doesn’t care about Mrs. Mayberry at all. Like, at all. She honestly assumes the woman is in heaven. She knew Mayberry wasn’t bad -- she probably wouldn’t care if she was in hell, though. Oh well. Sucks to suck, bitch.

Husk frequents La Cocina de la Calle Kuru to drink and engage in the gambling scene. Hero finds him trashy, but can’t say she hates him. She finds him funny as hell, and enjoys the business. Just not someone she’d personally hang out with.

#Helluva Boss #Hazbin Hotel #Martha #Demon! Martha #Hero #Alastor #Vox #Rosie #Husk #Niffty #Mimzy #Headcanons #Head canons #AU #Sort off?#Hell #Mrs. Mayberry #Ralphie #Murder Family

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Melons and Murders

We didn't do anything special on the 4th of July. Because only 30-something percent of Tennesseans are vaccinated and the Delta variant is unpredictable, we're still avoiding crowds. It sucks because I really want to enjoy a ballgame or a concert. Downtown Nashville broke a previous record by hosting an estimated 400,000 drunken idiots for an Independence Day celebration. What could possibly go wrong there, right? So we stayed home, grilled some brats, and watched tv while our neighborhood lit up like a combat zone. It was insane. After all of that grumpy complaining, I'm actually here to pay tribute to summer food. As far as I'm concerned, the absolute QUEEN of the summer is the Sugar Kiss melon.

This melon will change your life. I've never tasted anything so good. Don't be deceived into thinking this is just a cantaloupe. This is magic in your mouth. This melon tastes like it's been injected with vanilla and sugar. They're only in season for a brief part of the summer and we eat about three a week. Not even kidding. We get ours at Publix, even though I've seen and purchased them elsewhere, the Publix melons seem to be at peak freshness. I don't know if Kroger warehouses theirs before they're in stores or what, but the Publix melons are superior. You'll spot Sugar Kiss melons right away, wrapped in their distinctive blue mesh and set apart from the other cantaloupe. Get one (no, seriously, get two) and you can thank me later. It wouldn't be summer without watermelon. I buy one every Saturday, chunk it up and keep it in a big, lidded tub in the frig. When I come in from working in the yard, hot and sweaty, a couple of pieces of chilled watermelon cools me down faster than anything I could drink. Mickey says the same thing. It's always sad toward the end of summer when watermelon becomes scarce. I have some heirloom seeds from my Grandma Ethel's watermelon patch that I treasure, and I haven't had the courage to plant them. How silly is that? I'd hate to get my hopes up and have some stupid pest ruin everything. Anyyywhooo...back to watermelon. Aside from just eating it straight, I'm addicted to this combo.

Day after day, I drop chunks of watermelon into a bowl, sprinkle some feta and a bit of chopped, fresh mint leaves, then top it with a quick squeeze of lime, just a little. Holy moley, I hear angels sing when I eat this. The super sweet melon, the salty feta, the zing from the mint and the lime - it's everything a summer dish should be. It doesn't hurt my feelings that it's really pretty to look at too. Know what else I'm addicted to? Breakfast salads. I love breakfast, it's my favorite meal of the day. I would be content to eat a hearty breakfast and then just nibble for the rest of the day. Normally I'll dice up tomato and onion and get it sizzling in a skillet, then I'll throw in some riced broccoli.

Once that's cooked through, I season and scramble two eggs and pour that in - a few stirs with a spatula and I've got a bowlful of veggie eggs and a yummy breakfast. If you're so inclined and can spare the calories, add cheese or bacon or whatever floats your boat. It's delicious, low in calories and fat, offers plenty of protein and fiber, and will keep you full all day. Winner. Lately I've been throwing together a flavorful salad...spring greens, a quarter of an avocado, a tablespoon of feta, and a tablespoon of crumbled bacon. Super simple.

Then I spritz a pan with a little olive oil and fry an egg. I season it like crazy and plop it right on top of the salad.

When I cut through the egg it releases the warm, yummy yolk as a dressing and coats everything. It's a delicious, healthy breakfast. The mister and I are still working the Weight Watchers thing. It's so stinkin' easy and NOTHING is off limits. I'm on the Purple Plan because I don't like to log things, so I have a bazillion "free" foods but only 16 points a day. The items that cost me are fatty things like mayo and butter. As long as I eat clean and whole foods (even whole grain pasta is zero points for me!) I can finish every day with points to spare. A grilled chicken breast with roasted broccoli and sweet potato is a zero point meal. How simple is that? Of course, that doesn't mean I don't have treats. It didn't take me long to figure out that a macaron is just two points and totally worth it. I'm down 21 pounds and it's been embarrassingly easy to do. It's been a slow drip, pretty much a pound a week, but it's the easiest diet I've ever been on and I think I've tried them all. Sorry, I rambled. I promised melons and murder. The murder part is really more of a question for you. It's no secret that I'm a true crime junkie. My DVR history is frightening- Snapped, Cold Justice, etc. My reading list looks like I'm either planning or solving a murder. But I'm new to true crime podcasts. When I'm at my desk I like to listen to a murder or two, usually tuning into a Dateline series (the Mommy Doomsday episodes will blow your mind). I'm in the market for other podcasts though, so I'm asking for your favorites. You don't have to answer here, you can always send suggestions to [email protected] - no need to create a Tumblr profile or any of that. Hit me with your favorites, My Favorite Murder? Anatomy of a Murder? Crime Junkie? Sword & Scale? Do tell! Gotta' go. It's time for me to trot out to the garden and pick more cucumbers and have a chat with the birds and squirrels. Summer is in full swing and I intend to enjoy these days. Besides, if I don't go out and get sweaty, I can't justify eating more melon. I have an agenda. I hope you're having some fun with your day. Stir up some giggles, even if you're just laughing at yourself. I used to write jokes on Post-It notes and leave them on the doors of bathroom stalls at work. I wonder how many pantsless people chuckled ? Go spread some sunshine and make sure you get some on yourself. Stay safe, stay well, stay sunny. XOXO - Nanccy

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nashvillehotchickennearme-blog · 3 years

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Baba's Chicken | Riverside's Best Chicken Sandwiches | Nashville Hot Chicken

There are cut out of the same cloth.

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abvchicago · 3 years

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I did a really hot thing at @morebrewing Huntley today. Nashville hot chicken sandwich and spicy cheese curds. Thankfully got the barleywine and kölsch to balance things out. This chicken sandwich is no joke. (at More Brewing Co.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ4QwTdLBR6/?utm_medium=tumblr

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thicc-astronaut · 3 years

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I think we need to talk about the trend in KFC ads to show Colonel Sanders as an inhuman monster

Like the "Extra Crispy Sanders" who at first looks like Sanders got buried in the sand and then sunburned, but then sprouts a whole bunch of arms from the sand. Too many arms, in fact.

There was a commercial for the Georgia Gold chicken that made the Colonel some kind of living solid gold statue. One commercial advertising both Georgia Gold and Nashville Hot chicken had various paintings and sculptures of the Colonel around his office arguing about which was better, and ended with the Colonel facing towards the sky and yelling "What have I become"

Less monstrous but still concerning was a commercial for their Chicken and Waffles, which showed the Colonel dancing with a human-sized Mrs. Buttersworth syrup bottle and lifting her clear over his head. Given the weight and density of syrup, a man as frail and skinny as the Colonel shouldn't be able to do that.

More recently, I saw commercials that had Sanders as a snowman getting melted by the "Pipin' hot 20 dollar fill-up meal" and as a creepy animated painting on the side of the KFC bucket cracking jokes about how much better KFC is than microwave hot dogs.

Colonel Sanders was a real person. But he allowed his image to become a registered trademark, and now he pays the price for it by becoming whatever sick twisted version of himself the Yum! Brands demands for their 30 second TV ads

#kfc #colonel sanders #monster #capitalism #advertising

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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blaze (behind closed doors, part eight | branjie) - holtzmanns

Summary: In which a fever lowers the burning in Vanessa and Brooke’s hearts. Though only temporarily.

AN: This was very nearly a drabble about Brooke getting blazed (420 blaze it) but we’re here instead. Maybe another time?

Brooke is a hoverer.

Vanessa can tell from the way that Brooke keeps peeking his head into the room, asking him how he is, if there’s anything he can get at all, can he check his temperature again just one more time-

He’s hovering.

Brooke’s anxiety rolls off of him in waves, a visible aura that shimmers and distorts the air around his body. He tuts, fiddles with the blankets around Vanessa for the fiftieth time that day because he doesn’t know what else to do.

Vanessa lets him.

The fever of 102 is most definitely affecting Vanessa’s brain, colouring the world around him with hues of red and orange that match the blazing sickness that is flowing through his veins. He’s freezing cold, he’s hot, he’s sweating enough that when Brooke tugs on his arm to get into the shower and regulate his body temperature, he doesn’t argue.

He lets Brooke wrap him in towels to dry him off and dress him in clean clothes. He lets Brooke tuck him back into the hotel bed, lets him climb under the covers and pull him into his side where Vanessa has always fit, like a puzzle piece on Brooke’s incomplete heart.

It’s not the first time he’s let Brooke fret over him like this when he’s sick. It’s happened once before, last September when Vanessa was touring and Brooke was still in Nashville and Vanessa had a gig at Play. Brooke had taken one look at his face when he came to pick him up from the airport and immediately made their next stop a CVS pharmacy.

Brooke had fed him chicken soup, placed the cats on top of him on the couch for extra cuddles, put on The Notebook in the background and let Vanessa nap with his head on his lap. Brooke’s fingers had run through his hair, soothing his weary mind and leading him to dreamless sleep.

He had still performed that night, still stepped off of the stage after each number with his head spinning, but Brooke had been there to catch him, to pull him into a hug and sit him down, fingers tracing up and down his back.

Vanessa had been tired, drained, determined to push on with his gigs, but coming to Nashville that night had felt strangely like home.

No, Nashville wasn’t home. Brooke was.

It almost feels like déjà vu now, but not quite – a déjà vu where things are only slightly different, slightly off. Brooke’s doting is no longer self-assured; it’s tentative, wired with an electric current that spreads throughout the room and is visible to them both. Brooke’s movements are more urgent, more frantic than the last time that Vanessa was sick. As if he’s scared to lose Vanessa, as if seeing him feverish and weak means that he is starting to slip away from his grasp.

Some things, though, are the same. The way that Brooke’s fingers are running through his hair, in a soft pattern that is lulling him to sleep. The way that Brooke smells like a mix of detergent and aftershave and soap, the way that his red sweater is soft on Vanessa’s cheek as he leans against it. The way that Brooke’s other arm is wrapped around Vanessa almost protectively, holding him tight in the way that he does when he’s feeling particularly affectionate.

A selfish part of Vanessa almost doesn’t want to get better. He can take the chills, the fever if it means he can keep his soft Brooke, his doting Brooke, his Brooke that immediately drops whatever he’s doing as soon as he sees Vanessa looking the slightest bit unwell.

If he gets better, they will lapse back into their new normal. They’ll go back to tentative glances, shared jokes with laughs that don’t quite reach their eyes. The nights with bruising touches and marks left on their necks and gasping out the others’ names, only for one of them to leave shortly after. Ones that blaze with a deep fire only to be put out with ice water as soon as they start. Nights where neither of them stay overnight, no tangled limbs or synchronized breathing with heavy sleep. They’ll sleep alone in separate rooms, in hotel beds that feel too vast, too expansive, arms too empty without being able to hold one another.

For now, they’re neither a burning fire nor frosted into ice. They’re twin pieces of ember, warm and glowing from the inside out in a way that they haven’t been since they ended things with a door slam and a broken goodbye that didn’t last.

Vanessa can feel Brooke’s hand on his warm cheek, hear his soft voice whispering his name. He looks up at Brooke and sees the worry and care in his eyes and wishes he could keep it there forever somehow. Vanessa reaches up without thinking, fingers tracing along Brooke’s jawline and neck, nestling amongst the soft curls on the back of his head. Brooke leans into his touch as easy as falling asleep.

It feels easy. It should be this easy, both of them remaining in this crackling, warm state where nothing burns, nothing hurts, neither of them getting frostbite from the sheaths of ice that hold all of their baggage and threaten to push them apart.

“I need to go paint before tonight’s show.” Brooke’s words are soft, tentative as if not to break whatever strange spell has been cast between them.

“Don’t leave.” The words are out before Vanessa can pull them back and tuck them away where Brooke can’t see them, see his hurt.

Brooke opens his mouth to protest, but Vanessa cuts him off before he can.

“No, I know you have to go paint.” Vanessa makes a face while trying to put the words together. He knows what he wants to say but doesn’t know how to put it together in a way that makes sense, not with a brain muddled with cold medicine and an off kilter circadian rhythm.

“I mean just…don’t leave. In general. You can’t say you want space then act like this then go back to being distant again first thing tomorrow. I-“ He lets out a breath, trying to ignore the pulsing in his head. “What are we doing, Brooke?”

“I don’t know.” He almost doesn’t hear Brooke’s whisper, the way it breaks slightly on his next words. “Do you want me to go?”

“No.” Vanessa’s answer is immediate. It’s true, he doesn’t. It fucking hurts, knowing they won’t stay like this, but he can take the premature longing. He doesn’t want it to end yet, no matter how much sitting like this is beginning to frost over their embered hearts.

“I know you’re not in a space for commitment or anything right now.” He pauses, watches Brooke’s face, the exhaustion on his face mirroring his own. “I just don’t want to keep bouncing back and forth from you like a fucking pinball. It ain’t healthy.”

Brooke doesn’t answer for what feels like hours on end, though the clock on the dresser tells Vanessa that only twelve seconds pass.

“We shouldn’t have this conversation now, not while you’re still running a fever and definitely high on cold meds.” His voice comes out quiet enough that Vanessa almost doesn’t hear it.

“I’m not high. Not the good kind of high, at least. And why the fuck can’t we?”

Brooke sighs. “Because I have to paint and go do this show, and you need to rest and get better so you can do so at the next stop, too.”

It’s not the reason, and they both know it. Vanessa knows Brooke and his tendency to add more and more bricks to the walls around his heart as soon as someone tries to fight their way inside.

Brooke lifts Vanessa up gently to slide out from underneath him and puts him back on the bed, tucks the covers back around him. Vanessa wants to argue, to tell him all of the reasons that he needs to stay (not stay in the room, but stay, really stay), but he’s tired. Tired of this sickness that feels like it’ll never fade, tired of the chill that threatens to take over his heart and has already grasped that of Brooke’s.

He’ll bring it up again. When he’s stronger and feeling better and Brooke is tugging him into his room and placing fire laced kisses along his collarbone that they’ll both inevitably regret in the morning when the burns hurt too much.

For now, though, he watches him go.

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #canon compliant #hurt/comfort #avengers anthology #behind closed doors #holtzmanns #submission

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woodland creatures tour - day 8 (falls church)

finally got around to starting the final journal. life picks back up so quickly for me when i return from going anywhere, really, so it’s hard to stick to little projects like this. but i probably could have benefited from writing this sooner after the actual last day of tour haha. it’s funny how we only leave for a week or so but it feels like our lives shift so drastically during that time. it really does take time to snap back into reality and accept normalcy.

after a good night of bullshitting until super late (we tried to put on hot ones around 2:00 am but all passed out shortly after) we grabbed coffee and breakfast at coffeeology (i THINK that’s the name) in greensboro. we stopped at a shop literally across the street from the venue we played last year, new york pizza. seeing that place again reminded us of playing to literally our tourmates destination dimension and maybe like 3 other people in the room, versus the couple dozen we played to last night. the main band that played the gig that night literally sat outside the entire show with their friends and only came inside for when they had to play. it was disheartening, to say the least. this time, we didn’t play to a crowd that was there for us, but we played to so many more people who actually stayed inside to watch us.

i wish i could remember this drive, i didn’t have any work to do so i think this was the day i bought untitled goose game and i was playing it a little bit haha. we listened to some music and just enjoyed the trek to our last gig on this run. of course, we started to hit traffic as we approached falls church, which is in the DC area for anyone not familiar. however, we were still making okay time. we could make a detour to drop our bags at the hotel in vienna, get food, and then run our dual band cover of uneasy hearts with pulses. forgot to mention this in the jacksonville journal lmao, i approached kevin with this idea for the last show of tour super casually and we did end up deciding as a whole to go through with it!

the hotel in vienna was such a strange spot, but it was kind of cool? we stayed at the vienna wolf trap hotel hahaha. all of the decor was SO DATED but it was still pretty okay. the guy at the desk was nice, we somehow got on the topic that we were a band on tour rand he gave us late check-in for free! ended up not needing it. but it’s the thought that counts haha. we arrive to the venue and jaime’s girlfriend rebecca is there to greet us :’) poor girl drove their RV all the way down to virginia alone, and that thing drives slowly. but then that meant jaime could ride back up to jersey with her which was good.

it is insane how at home we feel at falls church. i guess everyone south of maryland is just way fucking cooler than the northeast lmao, but it’s like pulling up to play somewhere at home in jersey and running into old friends. i can’t get over that we have that in a state hundreds of miles from home. it was good to see familiar faces and be back at the vfw. our friends’ band to michigan, with love was also on the gig, and our newer friends in science penguin joined us on the show as well! it was an all-around homie fest. i rolled up to the venue with the remainder of the trulys i purchased the night before, and shoved the box in the fridge haha. i was ready to just chillll.

because we have played here a handful of times, it is also now tradition to walk across the parking lot and go get korean fried chicken at the restaurant next door. it fucking sucks, we always arrive just in time to eat before doors and i normally can’t eat jack shit because of fried/spicy food being horrible for my voice. i ordered bibimbap and then 12 wings to go, for after the show lmao. or a snack after we play!! but i ended up forgetting to FUCKING eat them AND they just sat out overnight in the van so they were toast. goddamnit. i think the restaurant is literally just called bbq fried chicken, the way they fry their chicken is just perfect. the sauces are all delicious and everything besides that on the menu is also tasty.

i wanted so badly to break my last set of tour curse. it’s definitely a self-imposed, silly, superstitious thing, but my last set of tour iS ALWAYS HOT GARBAGE. i always for sure mess up. and this was probably the best last set of tour i’ve had but still not my best performance all of tour haha. i got lost the bridge of murder mountain and couldn’t hear my bandmates for some reason? fucking embarrassing but!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cannot stress enough how much fun it was. it truly was. fucking, we’re about to play pixelated and i’m trying to give my SHPIEL about not being a JERK musician and i hear the sounds of “smooth” by carlos santana featuring rob thomas faintly playing through my in-ears. i rip them off and i’m like, what the fuck is going on LMAO. surprise, the pulses. gang were behind it, and tyler, taylor and kevin come dancing up to the stage. i was DEAD. we never do last day of tour pranks so we were fuuuully unprepared hahaha. it was so funny. my meme now takes on a whole new meaning!!

most importantly this show felt like such a fun celebration of tour. pulses., as they did all tour, hyped us up during almost every song and went off for synapse fires. we are too fucking lucky to have them as friends. they really helped make every set and every show feel worth the hours of travel and sometimes stress. to look out and see their faces in the crowd and singing the words uplifted us each night. it’s unfair that we live so far apart. it’s like how they say your soulmate could be literally anywhere in the world but you won’t know until you go look??? it’s like that but with finding supportive friends. i’m not sure if we’ve stressed this enough but this tour gave us strength to keep going as musicians, due in part to their friendship. we always joked like how the fuck we’re supposed to just go on not playing shows together or seeing each other all the time but it really does suck lmao. i was in my feelings in both a good and bad way, soooo i immediately scurried off the stage to go grab a truly the second we were done HAHA

it’s always so sad to watch your friends play their last set of tour, too. well moreso bittersweet! but you know that it’ll be your last time seeing them play for a while. i enjoyed every single minute. i love watching them play hometown shows, too. halfway through we jumped on stage to do the uneasy hearts cover, completely unrehearsed, and i’d say we did a pretty damn good job. such a fun way to send off the woodland creatures tour. i had always wanted to do something like this, where two bands play on stage at once (holla me versus i nd the artwork of). the energy the whole song was so infectious, it was fun to see people in the crowd go off too. also, fucking KRIS KHUNACHAK shot this video with TWO ANGLES holding both his cameras at the same time. i still can’t get over that.

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i love that pulses. played you already know as their closer, it was the perfect way to wrap up their set and the best bookend to the setlist they chose. kevin would get on the mic every night and speak to the crowd, dude is just really good at being a performer and resonating with people. in jacksonville he sat down and everyone followed his lead haha. it was fun to dance one last time with everyone as we watched pulses. kill it before the tour came to an official end. we then gathered outside to take group pictures. it’s the part you don’t wanna get to, because it signals farewells in the near future, but we took some really great ones.

post-gig taco bell plans were foiled, but someone recommended the silver dollar diner nearby. diners outside of jersey are normally horrifying but i trusted the people we were with. we piled back in our vehicles and rolled 20 heads deep to the diner. it was actually a really sick diner with tons of vegan dishes and pretty tasty food. i got chicken noodle soup, red wine and an ice cream sundae because i am a freak of nature. we ate up like 3 tables and sat altogether, just bitching about having to return to real life the following monday. but also, trying to plan the next time we would see each other. already!! and!! talking about doing more shows together. we try to work with different people all the time but there are a select few bands we would tour with or gig with again and again and again and pulses. are one of them. after how much fun this run was it’s pretty hard to imagine not doing this again. it just... makes sense. so much sense. and it feels wrong to not do it again lmao.

goodbyes were bittersweet. we huddled in the parking lot by our van to say goodnight and see ya later, one by one. fuckin, tyler is moving to nashville very soon so we all probably won’t see him for a hot minute :’----------( thankfully everyone else really isn’t that far if we planned a weekend trip to meet halfway or if we wanted to make the trip out to each other, thank god!!! i don’t know what i would do if i couldn’t always have a part of this tour with me, somehow or some way.

afterword

was thinking of adding a lengthy epilogue but it’s essentially just me openly sobbing in the van the entire ride home hahaha. you’d think that every single time it would get easier to come home but it doesn’t. i know why touring impacts me as much as it does emotionally, but when the bittersweet acceptance of coming home pours over into tears like it does, i feel kinda silly. i’m sure that there are musicians who are constantly gigging that would love nothing more than to be home more, and i know that if i was in their shoes i would come to dread touring, too.

i really, truly wish i was in a place, or that my bandmates and i, were in a place to tour more often, but for now we have what we have. and that’s okay. i want to share something beautiful our friend charlene posted today that deeply moved me:

This is the moment. I’ve made it.

People always ask me “what are you gonna do when you’ve made it?” I need you to understand something; I’ve already made it. I am living out my dreams. It’s not easy and obviously I would only hope that’s I will continue to grow, to reach bigger goals, to push the limits. But I’ve already made it. This is the moment. I won’t let myself miss out on the beauty of life that’s right in front of me because I’m too worried about something that may or may not come tomorrow. This is the moment.

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Once Nashville’s best-kept culinary secret, hot chicken shacks have been popping up all over the country within the last decade. While most people are content material to stay to the milder variations of sizzling chicken , it may be value ordering a couple of plates of the medium and genuinely scorching stuff for everybody to sample. Rouge Catering is the perfect choice when it comes to wedding catering. The visitors shall be satisfied, your best good friend shall be joyful, and you shall be able to depend this moment as a win for your friendship. Creative Companies Catering Q Clothier prides itself on having pushed again in opposition to the onslaught of the web clothes market. Rainwater started working with the corporate eight years ago, however he has been within the enterprise much longer…45 years in all. His family opened a men’s clothes store in Fort Smith, Arkansas in 1974. Rainwater has been featured in distinguished publications such as Arkansas Money and Politics, AY journal, and Arkansas Democrat-Gazette to name a quantity of. Rainwater jokes that he's not a lot of a cook, however Chef Serge can flip anybody into a professional in no time! We pay attention to every detail to ensure your friends are totally delighted at each turn. Breaking bread collectively is a means of celebrating life's treasured moments. We're proud of making your memories of your particular occasion last a lifetime. Our extensive range of catering services can present the right touch to any event or celebration. These luscious fruits now are available all colours of the rainbow because of somewhat assist from their chocolate attire. This deal with makes for an excellent dessert for an outside or tea get together or anything the place fairly is a major crowd pleaser. Who would ever serve a private pineapple for dessert? 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Thermal processing of waste means heating waste in order that it burns. Food distributors can simply entice you to purchase greater than you want with their regular presents and sales. Even should you purchase more meals at reduced prices, this is not justified when the food goes unhealthy. Cleanliness is a figuring out issue of cities’ attractiveness in addition to a public well being and security concern for residents. The compost produced is used as fertilizer for agriculture and the methane generated by fermentation is recovered using the identical procedures as those for landfill biogas. Catering Provides & Equipment Visit their showroom and see the exceptional quality of their merchandise for yourself. The showroom could be found at 3535 W.Thunderbird Road, Phoenix, Arizona, 85053. These are indicative values based mostly on popular product costs. 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Northern California agricultural bounty serves as its inspiration, and the company strives to make use of these local components in its dishes. Besides a methodical corporate drop-off system, the corporate also provides catering companies for special occasions. For instance, we’ve seen great makes use of of food trucks at weddings to provide just one element of the meal, maybe dessert or late night time snacks, whereas full-service catering looks after the principle event. That works well and doesn’t depart you with concentric strains of people queuing across the block when they’re ravenous . 12th Street Catering provides full service catering at top-notch events in Center City, Philadelphia and the Main Line. We use a mix of extremely experienced staff, fresh cuisine, and environmentally acutely aware practices to supply you and your guests with exceptional catering service, each time. Work with Catering By Design to have delicious meals catered on your occasions, whether or not you’re hosting a wedding, company assembly or social event. Tips On How To Order Food In Korean As an island nation, Japan’s access to recent seafood is unparalleled and celebrated in a myriad of dishes, the most well known of which is sushi. The Chinese are the largest immigrants to Thailand and Thai-Chinese dominate the richer sections of society now. Along with their inflow comes their food with dumplings, candy and bitter dishes and dim sum commonly discovered even in fairly ordinary Thai eateries. Semi-thick noodles created from rice flour and tapioca starch, like silver needle noodles, only lengthy and uniformly thin with cut ends, as a substitute of tapering "tails." Generally bought contemporary. Fresh ones need only a minute or two whereas some dried versions need solely to rehydrate, not boil, earlier than further cooking. So when cooking them, be certain to have every little thing else prepared so the noodles do not sit too lengthy and bind collectively. 外燴 are skinny like vermicelli, which suggests they tend to type a large mass that is used to bind different ingredients in a dish collectively. Noodles, as many of Italians and Chinese’s soul food, undoubtedly represent who we're. Visitphilly.com is the official visitor web site for Greater Philadelphia, together with Bucks, Chester, Delaware, Montgomery and Philadelphia counties. Per customized, the host or extra senior individual on the desk is predicted to pay. In some cases, particularly in relationships between Thais and Westerners, the farang is anticipated to get the verify. Fortunately, food in Thailand is typically very affordable. To indicate you might be finished consuming, place your spoon and fork collectively on top of your plate. Reception Kinds Although a bit unusual, family-style service is turning into increasingly more in style as couples search to make their weddings creative and fewer conventional. Family-style is fashionable and casual, creating a fun surroundings during which your friends can interact with one another. You also run the chance of ending up with a lot of leftovers which may go to waste if you don't get married locally. With this service type, your friends can help themselves to a full meal introduced with a number of proteins, sides and greens. There could additionally be a single entrée choice served or a number of entrée choices, which your friends can either order in advance or on the occasion. This is the most formal and traditional of wedding ceremony serving styles. Buffet-style meals are less formal however could be simply as lovely and much more enjoyable than plated meals. Again, it’s good to consider the needs of your visitors in phrases of providing a spread of food choices. This selection is usually viewed as fairly traditional but it may be modified to higher suit your event. Some of our purchasers select to preset their salad and/or dessert, serving only the primary course. Look for inspiration from your liked ones recipes, heritage, places you love to eat together, your first date, etc. Or, if you’re a PSL fanatic, why not serve Caviar & Bananas pumpkin spice macarons with coffee? Another approach to make your wedding ceremony menu stand out is through the drinks you choose. For example, you would serve a seasonal signature mocktail or cocktail, like sizzling cider or mulled wine. Or how about an apple pie Moscow Mule or a cranberry margarita? Guests may also love drinks with seasonal herbs or garnishes like cinnamon sticks, sprigs of rosemary, or Asian pears. Picture small plates as a segway between conventional stations and a served dinner. A chef creates a beautiful presentation on a composed plate and sets it out for your friends. Your friends are going as a lot as seize their plates as a substitute of being seated and served. Like stations, small plates allow your friends to assist themselves to multiple plates throughout meal time. Chef Or Head Cook Dinner Profession Profile This trend is being pushed by numerous factors, including the recognition of road food and the benefit of beginning a food truck enterprise. For these seeking to pursue a career in catering, a little bit of education is at all times an excellent funding. Classes like those available via Stratford Career Institute can help individuals achieve a radical understanding of what's involved in a profession as a caterer. This means that they want to make them appropriately, or risk ruining multiple dishes all at once. Here are just a few issues that set caterers apart from their other culinary brethren. The last item that caterers should do is clean up their serving space. They must gather all of the dishes, cutlery and glasses and pack up any leftover meals and serving equipment. Assists other catering workers as needed to optimize the guests’ dining expertise. Caterers should put together a menu with a big selection of completely different in style meals. Items might embrace appetizers, entrees, salads, sandwiches, desserts or other meals that may meet your client's needs. Taking into consideration that you could be be serving large teams of people, a few of whom could also be vegans, vegetarians, youngsters or allergic to sure meals, you'll have to have a wide range of choices. You’ll nonetheless give a measurable achievement which is related to catering jobs. The Catering Manager works carefully with customers, gross sales employees, Chefs, and specialized catering tools providers. Oftentimes an Event Planner might be concerned with connecting a Catering Manager with a consumer. Now’s the time to convert involved catering workers into applicants. The finest postings do that with a well-crafted call to motion, the place you advise job seekers exactly tips on how to apply. Assists the kitchen and service employees as wanted to take care of the highest level of food quality, presentation, and timing to optimize guests eating expertise. A Cook is a restaurant worker who's responsible for making ready meals objects and menu objects in accordance with company requirements and pointers. They are liable for the preparation of meals for restaurant customers. The Catering Manager is in charge of planning and managing catered events. Their duties include consulting with clients to determine their wants, supervising employees that prepares food throughout an occasion, in addition to serving it when needed.

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