#Original Grill Package

[cevansbrat0007]

Regrets Only.

Summary: Ari reaches his limit with your latest TikTok prank...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, TikTok Pranks, Shenanigans, Angry!Ari, Brat!Reade, Small Chase Kink, Light Manhandling. Biting, Spanking, Bondage, Handcuffs, Overstimulation, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt courtesy of @jamneuromain. Part my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

In all the times you’ve tried, you’ve never once regretted pranking your man with something you’d seen on TikTok – until today. Yes. Believe it or not, this time you might’ve gone a bit too far. 

Which is why you’re currently holed up in Ari’s fairly spacious closet, sipping on a bottle of water and munching on a granola bar while you wait for the bounty hunter to calm down. You lean back with a sigh, only to wince when you feel a shoe digging into your side. 

You make quick work of tossing it to the other side of the room before returning to the treat in your hand. But just as you go to take another bite, you hear something that makes your stomach sink - even as your pulse spikes. 

And it lets you know that you are well and truly fucked.

Earlier That Day (Roughly Twenty-Seven Minutes Ago)

After a solid ten minutes of vigorous stretching, you bend down to check the laces on your tennis shoes. Once they’re secure, you quietly make your way to the kitchen to retrieve the items you needed for your latest prank. The one you planned to play on your favorite unsuspecting bounty hunter, who was blissfully snoring away on a couch in the living room. 

Now, this particular one just so happened to be a little…bolder than either of your previous stunts. It required more courage, coupled with a dash of bravery, and a well thought out Plan B in the event things went south. 

You open the refrigerator and pull out the pack of hot dogs you’d bought during your last trip from the grocery store. While you’d originally told Ari that you wanted him to put them on the grill, he had no way of knowing that they would also be used to torture him. Common sense told you that you’d be better off keeping that tiny piece of information to yourself. 

Stifling a mischievous giggle, you extract one singular frankfurter from the package before resealing it and putting it away. Next, you move to your utility drawer to gleefully swipe a pair of scissors. 

This was the entire plan. You were going to quietly tuck a hot dog in your man’s zipper, and then wake him up so he could watch you snip it in half with a pair of scissors. In all the videos you watched – and you’d watched a number of them – every bleary eyed victim panicked as if you’d just cut off their actual dick. 

And therein lay the prank. 

The clips had left you in stitches for hours. So much so that Ari had noticed how much fun you were having, only to roll his eyes when you revealed that you were scrolling through his least favorite app on your phone.

Fucking TikTok.

He hated it. You loved it. Frankly, the only reason he even tolerated you telling him about the things you’d seen is because he could tell it brought you joy. 

Excitement buzzes through you as you tiptoe into the living room. You’re grateful to see that Ari is still sleeping, snoring soundly with one impressively muscled arm tucked behind his head. 

With gentle hands, you dutifully undo the zipper of his Levi’s before carefully inserting the hot dog. Since you don’t want to mess this up, you make sure to go slow, taking your time. You just knew this prank was going to be epic. 

Once that’s done, you briefly take a second to wipe your hands on your leggings before taking a deep breath. Well, it was now or never. Go big or go home, as they say. 

Leaning down, you grab Ari by the shoulder, attempting to jostle him awake. It takes a couple tries, but he does eventually open his eyes.

“Whaa–?” A grin breaks out across his handsome features as he emerges from his sleepy haze. “Hey, baby.”

“Hiya, Beast.” You offer him what you hope looks like your most unhinged smile and the reveal the pair of scissors that, up until now, you’d kept hidden behind your back. “How’s about I take a little off the top?” You sing, brandishing the shears. 

“The hell?” His confused blue eyes go wide as they follow the path of the scissors. Shock overcomes him as he watches, in what feels like slow motion, as you cut off a sizable portion of the frank. 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He roars, grabbing himself as he scrambles off the couch and onto the floor before proceeding to do the funniest, most awkward backwards crab walk you’ve ever seen in your life. 

You double over with laughter as Ari struggles to come to grips with the fact that you definitely did not just make him the next John Bobbitt your Lorena. He’s breathing hard as he rips the hot dog out of his zipper, holding it up to the light. 

“Oh my God, that was amazing!” You wheeze.

“The hell is wrong with you?!” He tosses the damned thing across the room before covering his face with his hands as he wills himself to calm down. “Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?”

Wiping tears from your eyes, you decide to put the bounty hunter out of his misery by whispering his least favorite phrase: “It was a prank!” A renewed wave of laughter hits you when you recall just how gobsmacked he’d been by the whole ordeal. God, your sides hurt something fierce. 

“Just what in the ever loving fuck would make you think that was funny?” Ari growls low in his throat as he finally sits up. And the look he’s giving you now…

It’s hot enough to burn right through you. And not in a sexy way.

“That’s just the magic of TikTok, I guess.” Your smile wanes as you watch your severely irritated boyfriend slowly climb to his feet. “I mean, you should’ve seen your face when–”

“When what?” Comes his quiet rumble, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. “When I thought you cut my dick off just now? Is that–is that what you’re laughing about?” The smile he offers you looks a little less than friendly.

“Um yeah. I’d say so.”

Instinct, as well as the need for self-preservation, has you taking a cautious step backwards. You were prepared to run if you had to. It was the whole reason why you’d stretched in the first place.

“Oh yeah?” Ari scrubs a palm over his ticking jaw. “Is that so?”

Instead of responding you decide to simply nod. Oh, and take another step backwards, of course.

“I’m sure that if you’d maybe stop and think about it –”

“Why don’t you c’mere so I can show you just how much I appreciate your so-called sense of humor?” He motions you forward, opening up his waiting arms. 

But you know better. 

“I, uh…” You hedge, bracing your hands in front of you. “Can see you might need some more time to appreciate the joke. So I’m just gonna…um…” You blow out a breath. “Give you some space so you can – eeeep!”

An incensed Ari picks that moment to strike - lunging at you with a speed that belies his size. Thank goodness you’re prepared. Ducking under his arms, you spin around and make a mad dash for the stairs. Squealing, you take them two at a time, hoping to make it to your sanctuary before he can get his hands on you. 

“Get your ass back here, Bird!” 

No way, pal!

Heart pumping, you grab the doorframe and all but slingshot yourself into Ari’s bedroom, slamming the door behind you. While it would only buy you a couple of seconds, that was really all you needed. 

You dive headlong into a nearby closet before swiftly closing the door and hitting the lock. As your chest heaves, you decide to take a seat on the floor before reaching for the bottle of water you’d previously planted in your hiding spot.

After guzzling almost half, you replace the cap. You knew you ought to conserve your rations. Just in case you were stuck here for a while. 

“I’m not on your shit today, baby. Okay? Today your man’s got time!” Ari bellows seconds later. “So, if I were you, I’d come on out now!”

Shaking your head, you vow to stay silent. So you say nothing, even when he tries the knob on the door that separates him from you. 

“Open up, sweetheart!”

Again you say nothing, in favor of unwrapping one of your favorite granola bars. They were the chewy kind, the ones that tasted more like dessert than they did something healthy.  

“I’ll come out when you calm down!” You finally yell back after you chew and swallow. “Fucking Beast.” You grumble under your breath.

“Oh, I’m more than calm.” The weight of his sardonic chuckle is not lost on you. “Why don’t you come on out and see?” You can’t help but jump when one of his fists pounds on the door. “I swear…I just wanna talk.”

“I don’t believe you!” 

“You’re gonna open this door, darlin’.”

“No, I’m not!” You hiss, throwing one of his shoes at the wall for good measure.

“Yes, you are.” Ari hits back. “Now, you can either come out on your own, or…”

“Or else what?” 

“Or, I’ll come in there and get you. And trust me, little Bird…that’s the last thing you want.”

“Yeah?” You spit, meanwhile inwardly lamenting your man’s lack of a sense of humor for the umpteenth time. “Well…” You take another bite of your granola bar. “I’d like to see you try.”

Famous last words.

Ari whistles low, making you shiver. “Wait right there, baby. I’ll see you in a minute.”

You let out a sigh of relief once you get the sense that you’re finally alone. As funny as it all had seemed initially, you were quickly coming to regret this particular prank. The longer you sat in this closet, the more you began to honestly examine – and then reexamine – your life choices.

Perhaps it was time to give your newfound love of pranking your bounty hunter a break. Lips pursed in thought, you allow yourself another bite of your chewy bar. Only to frown when you hear a very familiar sound that fills you with instant regret.  

Apparently Ari had returned. And he’d brought his power drill. Fuck!

Your mouth goes dry as the sound grows louder. And then you’re forced to watch in horror as your man makes fast work of literally removing the closet door from its hinges. It was the last thing you ever expected your normally rather patient and understanding boyfriend to do. 

“There’s my girl.” Ari’s dangerous purr comes as he picks up the now useless slab or wood and sets it aside like it weighs almost nothing. “C’mon out of there so we can talk.” 

When you don’t move, your bounty hunter decides to come get you. He hauls you out by your wrist, making sure not to bruise you in the process.

“Beast, don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic? I mean – ooh!” You scoff, only to rise on your toes when his free hand comes down on your vulnerable ass. Hard.

“Ow!”

“Let me make something very clear here, darlin’.” He leads you over to the bed before sitting down and then pulling you over his knee. “You want to waste time messin’ around on that stupid app you love so much? Fine.” Ari slaps your rump again, forcing you to bury your face in the covers to keep from crying out. 

“But where I’m gonna draw the line right now is you testin’ ‘em out on me. Unless you’re in that kitchen whipping up a new recipe I am not to be your guinea pig. You get me?”

His heavy palm comes down hard again when you don’t respond. This time he takes a moment to massage your cotton covered backside. “Do. You. Get. Me.” Each word is peppered by a solid smack.

“Yes!” You wail, although it comes out slightly muffled. 

Still not satisfied, Ari goes to grip the waistband of your leggings, dragging them down to your ankles, complete with your simple, white cotton panties. “This could’ve been a relaxing Sunday for us, little Bird. Just mindin’ our own business.” You can’t help but shiver when you feel him fondle your upturned ass, molding and massaging your burning cheeks. “But you just had to go and be a brat, didn’t you?”

“I–I’m sorry!”

It was too little, too late. And you both knew it.

“Oh now, you’re sorry.” He mocks before raining down a fury of perfectly-timed smacks. “I love you, baby. I do. But I also know you. You’re not really sorry – at least not yet.” 

Ari eases out from beneath you, all the while demanding that you remain face down with your reddened ass pushed up in the air so that he can enjoy the view while he prepares the next part of your punishment. And you had best believe you feel his sharp teeth sink into the left globe of your ass before he goes.

Consider it a parting gift.

One Hour Later…

And that’s how you found yourself handcuffed to the bed, courtesy of the signature purple, butter leather cuffs he’d had made for you. Unfortunately for you, you’d learned that he’d recently purchased another set…

For your ankles.

Your bounty hunter smiles as he picks up one of your vibrators – the one you’d purchased together – before applying it to your already oversensitive clit. Bucking your hips, you try to escape the torture.

With no such luck.

You desperately tug at your restraints, even as your cries fall on deaf ears. No matter how many times you promised to never play another prank on him ever again, it still wasn’t enough. Instead he’d continued to keep you bound while he worked out his anger…

By ruthlessly overstimulating your poor, sweat slicked body. No matter how many times you came, no matter how many times you threatened to scream yourself hoarse, he kept demanding more.

Because, according to Ari, since you’d taken a few years off his life, you apparently owed him as many orgasms by way of apology as you were able to give. Which meant you were going to be sore as hell tomorrow. 

Which was why, in this moment, although you could feel another orgasm threatening to overtake you, you were filled with nothing but…

Regrets only.

END  

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[audible-smiles]

eating salmon: an explanation

lox: thin cuts of salmon (traditionally the fatty belly meat) dry cured with salt, but not smoked. this results in a delicate texture and a very salty taste. lox originated in Scandinavia as a method of preserving fish prior to refrigeration, but the American English word is derived from Yiddish because Jewish delis in New York first popularized it as a bagel topping. since lox is a type of uncooked fish, it is not recommended for pregnant people, immunocompromised people, or seniors, due to the risk of contamination with listeria.

cold-smoked salmon: thin cuts of salmon brined (with less salt than lox) and then smoked below 90 degrees Fahrenheit. results in the same silky texture but a milder, more palatable taste. often called "Nova lox", referring to Nova Scotia but denoting a method of preparation rather than the fish's origin. this is usually what modern Americans are referring to when they use the term "lox". cold-smoking reduces but does not eliminate the risk of listeria.

hot-smoked salmon: salmon brined quickly and then smoked above 120 degrees Fahrenheit. results in a flaky, jerky-liked texture, a hard shiny surface, and a smoky flavor. (as a West-coaster, this is my preferred style!) hot-smoking eliminates listeria during the cooking process, but salmon can be recontaminated during the processing/packaging process if the facility is not sanitary. (really, this is true of all foods- vegetables, dairy products, etc).

salmon candy: a traditional Pacific Northwest hot-smoked salmon recipe where the brine is sweetened with brown sugar, and the smoked fish is glazed with a sauce containing birch or maple syrup.

salmon jerky: cured salmon hot-smoked for longer than usual or processed in a dehydrator until it is tough and chewy.

gravlax: a traditional Scandinavian raw salmon recipe where the brine contains sugar and dill. historically buried in the ground and lightly fermented. sometimes it is still pressed to give it a dense texture.

kippered salmon: thicker cuts of brined salmon hot-smoked above 150 degrees Fahrenheit. results in a texture similar to baked salmon.

salmon sushi/sashimi: completely raw fresh salmon. this didn't exist in traditional Japanese cuisine, where salmon was always cooked, possibly because the local wild salmon had a high burden of parasitic worms (anasakis nematodes). Norwegian fish sellers convinced them to try farmed Atlantic salmon raw in the 80s, and it really took off.

poached salmon: salmon cooked on the stove while submerged in liquid (often white wine with lemon). results in a moist, soft, cooked fish with a pale color. can be bland without sauce.

baked salmon: salmon cooked in an oven, often wrapped in aluminum foil with seasonings to retain moisture and flavor. can result in perfect, flaky fish (as long as you don't overcook it).

dishwasher salmon: look, sometimes white people wrap salmon in aluminum foil like they're going to bake it and then poach it in their dishwasher instead. this can work but is stupid because the temperature dishwashers run at isn't standardized, so you have no control over the process and it's easy to over or undercook.

pan-fried salmon: salmon cooked in oil on a stovetop. I've never done this and frankly it sounds wrong, but I bet it makes the skin crunchy.

broiled salmon: salmon cooked under a broiler. as with all broiled foods, you will have to stare at it the whole time or it will burn to a crisp while your back is turned. results in a caramelized exterior.

grilled salmon: to grill salmon people often put it on a Western redcedar plank pre-soaked in water, which supposedly infuses the salmon with a smoky, aromatic flavor while it cooks. I've seen the technique variously credited to the Haida, the Salish, and the Chinook. it seems to be a modern variation of the traditional "salmon on a stick" style of slow-cooking salmon by spearing it on branches and leaning it over the coals of an above-ground pit fire.

deep-fried salmon: this sounds absolutely awful but I simply cannot stop thinking about it

[coolwhipp22]

Hey y’all😅 it’s 2023!

It’s the Black Hottie Simmer ❤️‍🔥, Coolwhipp22💕 and I’m back with a build that I ate tf up🍴

I BUILT A FUNCTIONAL HIBACHI RESTAURANT WITH CUSTOM FOOD AND WITH A FUNCTIONAL TEPPANYAKI GRILL. THE CHEF COOKS IN FRONT OF YOUR SIMS😭🥢 ITS SOO CUTE😍

💕🚨ISSA FREE BUILD🚨💕

❤️‍🔥VIDEO YOU SHOULD WATCH BEFORE DOWNLOADING ❤️‍🔥

✨ALL LINKS TO DOWNLOAD THIS BUILD ARE IN THE DESCRIPTION BOX OF THE YOUTUBE VIDEO INCLUDING LINKS TO THE CUSTOM FOOD I USED AND THE OUTFITS IN THE VIDEO! SUBSCRIBE!! WE ARE SO CLOSE TO 1K SUBSCRIBERS HELP ME GET THERE!❤️‍🔥✨

If anyone is having trouble with the grills counting or showing up as chef stations, make sure that you don’t have two teppanyaki files in your mods folder!!! ✨ Make sure you have the one that ends in “AsChefStation.package” I doubled checked and a lot of people are saying they had to delete one of the grill packages but I could have sworn I only put one teppanyaki file in the build download but who knows!😂, but please double check yourself. ✨💕 I’m so sorry about this!✨

❤️‍🔥Hibachi sign from: @keyyskorner @keyskorner

@insimniacreations i used your food for this particular restaurant. I hope you see this and make some hibachi food 😅😍

💕Find this build and many more on the gallery💕

✴️ORIGIN ID: COOLWHIPP22✴️

🖤All credits go to the CC Creators. I love and admire you all!!🖤

💕Enjoy and send me pics💕

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for leaving my vibrator on my chair?

Hey, so this happened earlier last year, but I just got reminded of it so I figured that I might as well gauge tumblrs opinion.

I (at the time 16f) had an external vibrator as a gift from my mom (it's weird- she gave me it when we had "the talk") and I liked using it. Since, being a hormonal teenager and all. Whenever it wasn't charging I kept it under my bed in the original packaging to keep it out of the way.

One day, we were preparing for a trip into the mountains to visit some friends, and I decided to use it the night before we left since I wouldn't be able to bring it (for fairly obvious reasons). As much as I liked the vibrator, the battery life was kinda sucky, and it ended up dying. I thought it would be no problem as I quickly cleaned up, plugged it in, and sat it on my chair to charge overnight (it's as close to my bed as my plug could reach).

Anyways-

Next morning rolls around, and I'm waking up as my brother (at the time 13m) rushes into my room cause he's excited for the trip. As he runs over to me though he looks over and sees it sitting on my chair.

Obviously since I had little to no warning he was coming in, I couldn't scramble in time to get it properly put away. Or to even throw it under a pillow or something. He knew what it was (since he also got "the talk" from our mom at the same time). I felt bad about it, since he was obviously disgusted about it (moreso that I owned it probably?). Once we were alone later on the trip, he even grilled into me about it.

I thought that one embarrassing day would be the end of it, but he still rarely brings it up as an example of me being careless and whatnot.

Part of me still feels horrible about it, but another part of me feels like him barging into my room was more reckless. I don't know. Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

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Sandy Shores Beach

Download Link: Sim File Share | MTS (for approval)

Description:

Welcome to Sandy Shores Beach, where sun-kissed sands meet the rhythm of crashing waves. Dive into relaxation as you sip on refreshing drinks at our outdoor bar, groove to the beats of Latin music and savor the taste of grilled delights from our outdoor grills. Challenge friends to a game of chess on our beachfront chessboards, or gather around our community picnic tables for some seaside fun!

Details:

Price: 23,915 Lot Size: 40x30 Lot Type: Beach Version: 1.42 Store Content: String of Inspiration (Wall) ⚠️ CC Used: None Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Ambitions (floor and wallpaper), Generations (wallpaper), Late Night (gothic column), Seasons File Type: Package ⚠️-Not included in the download

Hey everyone! It's a great day to share one of my earlier builds, Sandy Shores Beach, which I originally created for a small world that I typically prefer for gameplay. Initially placed on a smaller lot, I decided to move it instead to Sunset Valley and placed it at the Recurve Stand lot.

Click on the ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures on this lot.

This beach lot features an outdoor bar with tables overlooking the beach, perfect for romantic dates, as well as picnic tables with barbecue grills for Sims who enjoy cooking their own food.

Additionally, there are outdoor chess tables for entertainment, picnic blankets to get away from the crowd, lounges and a sandbox for children to play in. There's plenty of space for activities like ball games, tag or just running around.

I have checked the empty or existing beach lots with other worlds I currently have and it can fit in Twinbrook (42x52) and Appaloosa Plains (40x55) though you may need to use the Soften Terrain tool to smooth it out a bit for easier Sim navigation.

📣Please be aware that there are spawners used on this lot thus I would advise to not rotate the Beach Lot to avoid duplicate spawners and remove spawners when the lot is deleted due to them remaining on the empty lot. To check and remove spawners, enable “testingcheatsenabled true” and “buydebug on” after.

I've also included Public Picnic Spots, which will appear when using the same cheat codes mentioned above. Feel free to use the dropper tool to copy and place more picnic spots on the lot.

📣Please also note the required expansions pack listed in the Lot Details above especially those that uses the build items such as floors, columns and wallpaper, the lot would not show up in your game if you don't have those unfortunately. For the rest ,they are mostly décor which will automatically be replaced in your game.

Spawners:

2 Metal Spawner - Iron/Silver/Gold

Outside:

3 Public Picnic Spots

3 Outdoor Chess Tables

Turtee the Turtle

6 Lounge chairs

2 Boardwalk Picnic Table

2 Park 'n Grille

Bar Area:

Professional Bar Dive Edition

2 Paddy’s Irish Pub Stand

6 Bar Stool

4 Tables

8 Chairs

Public Bathroom

[snailvine]

can you just. Talk about them. Give me some random facts. if you can’t think of any, here’s some of my random questions. i like this shwo a lot

Who in the main cast likes stupid. bad puns??? what are each of their favorite activities??? will there be emotions. i have seen everyone’s emotions in the show but i wanna see more i wanna get a better understanding of them & stuff :3

anyways that’s all i can think of i love your queer lunch show

oh boy anon you gave me a LOT to talk about hehehe >:)

TW: likes bad puns, will scream about it

far-sighted and color blind, has no idea

favorite color is “ooo, i’d have to go with… can i pick the rainbow?? I CANT CHOOOOSE theyre all too good so all of them hehe :)”

enjoys fishing and women (and nonbinary ppl)

i wrote in the original character doc, “She’s so silly silly silly I want to throw her into a microwave”

AJ: likes bad puns, will not admit it

near-sighted, wears contacts most of the time

favorite color is “uhh… i dunno, blue?”

enjoys cooking (duh). does NOT enjoy staying in bed just watching Objecttube videos but does that a lot for some reason….

a chill fella. he’s real. he’s honest. and he’s got a silly center. all around whole package guy. but he’s not one to take initiative most the time. it’s kinda hard to get him to… care.. especially if it’s about himself…

GC: hates bad puns (unless AJ is the one that makes them pft)

20/20 vision, ironically they have bad spacial awareness

favorite color is yellow

enjoys reading, journaling, cooking (duh), grocery shopping. used to draw and do theatre but fell out of it.

they’re very clumsy and a TOTAL loser. and it’s easy to make them nervous. they also don’t often take initiative, but more due to their anxieties than apathy. but, they have a BIG heart. and so much love for everyone important to them.

..crazily enough, when the pair was younger, they were completely swapped. wonder what happened…

TT: likes stupid puns too, of course.

average vision, i mean he’s still a kid so it could get worse

periwinkle…

enjoys drawing and playing and eating and running around and ball games and making commercials literally everything he will be happy doing anything.

personality.. he’s the silly of all time. the funny! the goofy! has million times more energy than grills and aps (combined even). zooms around like a little pubby. i refuse to say any of his issues! haha!

as for your question “will there be emotions?”

….yes. lots of them. lots of good ones, lots of bad ones. enough emotions that if i think too hard about them i start to tear up ouhhhhh…

…

ANYWAYS im happy you like them so much! and thanks for asking questions! i like them too :)

[yanderes-galore]

I'm sorry if it seem very specific.

Romantic yandere bob 26 + 22 prompts

26)Aww, I love it when you struggle, it makes killing them less boring + 22)Are you enjoying your meal? I thought it would be harder to obtain the meat but your little friend didn't put up much of a fight

Prompt set from here https://at.tumblr.com/yanderes-galore/700551429444763648/8kphhwofbh8v

Sure! I should write more for Spooky Month ^^ Also, picking prompts is not being too specific, no worries. The rule is there for over the top Darling descriptions or plots :)

Pre-Demon Bob for plot purposes.

Prompts Found Here!

Yandere! Bob Velseb Prompts 26 + 22

"Aww, I love it when they struggle, it makes killing them less boring."

"Are you enjoying your meal? I thought it would be harder to obtain the meat but your little friend didn't put up much of a fight."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Murder, Sadism, Cannibalism, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Eating/Feeding kink, Drool, Kidnapping, Vomit, Forced relationship.

To Bob, it's important to keep up a facade. No one needs to suspect the butcher at Boys and Grills of anything disturbing. He's just a friendly face here to serve you the best food around.

That's how Bob wanted you to see him as. Just a kind man who loves to talk to you and be seen as your friend. Hopefully, at some point, something closer than that too.

Bob doesn't want you to see the nastier behavior of his yet. You don't need to see the obsessive crush he has for you... or know the origin of the blood staining his clothes.

It's animal blood, he swears it!

You have no clue about the cult he's part of. You don't suspect his favorite meal being human flesh. You just see him as a normal guy.

Although, he isn't sure how long that will last.

"Aww, I love it when they struggle, it makes killing them less boring."

Jealousy rages within him just as much as his hunger. When you came into his life and tempted the starving beast... it's become uncontrollable when you aren't around. Your delicious little friends don't seem to help.

His knife cuts into their flesh with the intention of making your foul friend something more fitting. To Bob, they are merely meat that needs to know its place. Seeing you mingling with them...

It tempts him.

Like starving dogs, hunger and jealousy drool and growl when he sees you with your friend. They anger him. He wants to be the only one you're so close to.

Call him childish to be jealous over you having friends...

He only sees them as food.

Once the struggling is over, Bob frowns. Now it was back to being boring. It was funny to think they could overpower him.

Certainly not with a knife in their side.

Bob tried not to drool too much on the meat as he prepared it. He couldn't help it when he thought of you eating it.... This meal could only be the best for someone like you.

It's a better use for your friend, too. At least they proved themself useful. Good riddance.

Each cut was made with precision. The sound of meat gliding against his knife was pure music to his ears. Once he puts everything in the grinder, it would be ready tonight.

Bob had pulled you aside earlier today to have dinner with him. Just who would you be to refuse a meal from your friend, who's a chef? Of course you said you'd come!

It took him everything to restrain the urge to scoop you into his arms earlier. Not yet, he needs to wait. You had to at least eat first!

Carefully, Bob cleans up after himself and prepares for dinner. The meat is neatly packaged and ready to be cooked. The rest is discarded while he washes himself of any blood.

All with a professionalism that implies he's done this before.

It's then he closes up shop and heads for your home, a place you luckily gave the address for.

Even if he already knows it.

---

"Thanks for coming over, Bob! You know it's my house, right? You don't have to cook...."

"Nonsense, dear! I feel I should treat you to something special tonight."

"Oh? What's the special occasion?"

"Nothing, really. Just... felt I should be a good friend, y'know?"

"Aww... you're so sweet!"

Tonight was going well. Bob wanted to have dinner with you and suggested going to your house to do it. According to him, his house was too messy.

Despite using your house, he wanted to cook for you. You found it odd but let him. He brought his own meat and everything.

"Made it fresh for tonight, just for you."

It seemed like such a nice gesture. It's just... his tone seemed strange to you. He looked so eager to cook for you.

You weren't going to question him on it, though. There was no need.

"Just try not to burn yourself, okay?"

You playfully warn him, sitting on the couch to wait. You never saw the stare he gave you before getting to work. You didn't even hear the mischievous chuckle he let out before pulling out the meat.

Time passed and you could tell he was making his specialty, burgers. Your stomach growls at the smell but you stay patient. Can't rush perfection.

You try to be invested in the TV you're watching, flicking by the news channel curiously-

Was that a missing person report-?

"Dinner's served, (Y/N)!"

You shut the TV off and meet Bob at the table. One of his amazing burgers sat on a plate in front of you, an all too eager Bob watching you curiously. It smelled amazing.

"Looks great!"

"Well, go on... taste it. I'm sure it's to your liking?"

You sit down and hold the burger. Hungrily, you take a bite. Bob looks at you in a... strange gaze.

It tastes good... but what is this flavour?

Trying to decipher the taste, you eat more of the burger. It's not quite beef... yet you can't tell. You take some time to enjoy it despite the odd taste.

It isn't all that bad.

Bob watches you with half-lidded eyes. You're so cute.... You're none the wiser to what he's done...

Until now, at least.

"Are you enjoying your meal? I thought it would be harder to obtain the meat... but your little friend didn't put up much of a fight."

You pause at his wording, swallowing thickly. You then give a nervous yet confused smile. Was he okay?

"Sorry, Bob... I didn't quite get the joke?"

"What's there to joke about, sweetheart?"

"... what did you mean by 'little friend'...?"

Bob then gives you the widest and creepiest smile. He looked like a psychopath to you. Something was wrong....

"Bob...?"

"You have no idea how jealous they made me, dear...."

You drop the food back on the plate, backing your chair up.

"Who...?"

"Your friend. They acted like you two were so close. I couldn't have that, could I? Don't worry, I'm sure they were to your... taste."

You look down slowly to the food... soon feeling ill. There's no way.... Bob wouldn't do such a thing, would he?

"Stop it... this isn't-"

"They taste good, don't they? I thought so. Trust me, sweetie, this was a better use for them."

Suddenly, bile shoots up your throat and on the table. You're shaking, even more so when Bob stands up and stalks towards you. You're so much smaller compared to him.

When did he get so intimidating?

"I see. So they were just as foul as they were in life, huh?"

"You're SICK!"

You yell, convulsing due to holding back a gag. Bob only chuckles at the irony of the situation before rubbing your back. He was trying to be comforting after feeding you your own friend.

"Now, now... you had to know at some point. Surprised you believed all my lies for so long. I hide the taste well, don't I?"

Another round of vomit leaves you, incapacitating you to the floor. Bob sighs softly, pulling your back into his chest. You could barely struggle.

"Don't act like I'll hurt you, sweetheart! I'd never... I just prefer not to share, that's all."

"Get away-"

"Nah. I think I prefer you right here...."

"What do you plan to do with me!?"

"Keep you, what else? You're just too sweet to give up!"

Bob laughs at your fear before slinging you over his shoulder. You wiggle in his grip but your stomach still makes you weak. The guilt shaking your body wasn't helping, either.

You ate your friend, are you just supposed to be okay with that?

"I've just been waiting for when I could get you all to myself. You've been making me feel so hungry, dear."

He grins, walking you out the door with you in his arms. His eyes bore into you with a predatory gaze. You couldn't even ignore the drool running down his face.

"I don't mean for food, either..."

He presses you closer, heading for his home in the darkness of the night. He holds you like he's scared to lose you. It's desperate, you notice.

"I have a craving for you, (Y/N). One stronger than anything else. That's why... I think I'll never let you go."

That's the last time you had your freedom and life without Bob.

[pretty-princess-4ever]

Diet/low calorie food pt. 6 💜

Flat out light original wrap: 1 wrap/60 calories

Bumble bee snack on the run fat free: 1 kit/150 calories

Sugar free popsicles: 1 popsicle/15 calories

Special k pastry crisps: 1 package/100 calories

Gorton’s grilled tilapia: 1 filet/100 calories

Light mayonnaise: 1 tbsp/35 calories

Annie Chun’s seaweed snacks: 1 container/60 calories

Morningstar corn dog: 1 corn dog/140 calories

Applegate chicken and maple breakfast sausage: 3 links/110 calories

Swanson sipping bone broth: 1 container/45 calories

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Pontiac GTO

As one of the most sought-after members of the muscle car realm, Pontiac GTOs are a big draw among ardent collectors and casual fans of classic cars alike. This slick 1971 Pontiac GTO, with its recently rebuilt and punched-up 400 V8 motor, is the beneficiary of a comprehensive restoration that's left it not only looking great, but in outstanding running condition, taking that already magnetic attraction and ratcheting it up more than a few notches. And whether you prefer to call it 'The Tiger' or 'The Goat', it's a beast in the streets either way.  

Just a quick glance at this classic will leave you with the indelible impression that this is one seriously clean, straight and solid cruiser. It's likely been pampered a good portion of its life, as its flush fitting panels are all very straight, and the body gaps and sheetmetal creases are as the factory intended. This GOAT has been restored with an eye toward showmanship, and it certainly looks the part with its collection of clean, tight lines that you'll encounter from the hood, the sporty fenders and doors, and that iconic rear end – all of which serve as proof to how thorough the restoration was. The eye-popping Maroon Metallic finish is a wonderfully bright upgrade over the factory Castillian Bronze this GTO was born with, looking liquid-smooth and consistent from front to back, with an impressive shine from its clearcoat. With a deep, lustrous finish accented by shiny metallic flake that's evenly dispersed throughout the body, this car attracts loads of attention everywhere it goes. It's a top driver-quality finish that can be shown off with pride, and when it glitters in the sun you get to sit back and watch the envious gather everywhere you go. The badging on the front grille and decaled emblems on the decklid and fenders are sharp, combining with very clear glass, a commanding rear spoiler, and straight front and back bumpers that drive home the point that no stone was left unturned in bringing this venerable muscle car back up to its optimum condition.  

There's quite an impressive black vinyl interior sitting inside, which in our opinion is a perfect complement to the vivid bodywork. It's also been refurbished and mostly kept in its original configuration - save for a set of Dakota Digital gauges - to provide the rewarding and era-appropriate driving environment classic car enthusiasts look for. The broad buckets up front and bench seat in back show virtually no wear at all and still have a fresh shine to them, and because the covers are high-quality Legend units, they'll look this good for a very long time. A clean expanse of black carpet runs underneath the seating and keeps the asphalt temperatures and road noise at bay, the matching door panels are handsome and blemish-free, and the taut headliner above completes the whole package. Peer through the 3-spoke woodrimmed steering wheel and you'll see the original gauge cluster, although now the pods are filled with a full complement of Dakota Digital gauges. The original radio is long gone, although the machine-turned panel on the dash is still in place and looks great, and the factory A/C system has been upgraded to use modern refrigerant and blows hard and cold. A middle console splits the front buckets and houses the shifter for the automatic transmission below, and the condition of the rear seat suggests it's barely been used. A full-size spare tire wrapped around a matching aftermarket rim and an original jack set sit in the spacious trunk out back, whose floor has been treated for scuff protection with black spatter paint.

The YS code 400 cubic inch V8 sitting under the hood has been driven less than 500 miles since its full rebuild, and it runs with a smoothness and consistency that makes it very much up to the task of daily driving, if you should so choose. Augmented with Edelbrock aluminum heads, a Holley double pumper 4-barrel carburetor, Edelbrock aluminum intake, and a set of ceramic-coated headers, the engine is very powerful with performance that's delivered instantly up and down the throttle. It's paired with a TH400 3-speed automatic transmission that handles the power with ease thanks to an added 2800 stall convertor, shifting with plenty of certainty followed by the sturdy Auburn Gear 10-bolt rear end out back. With both power steering and power 4-wheel disc brakes in tow, this is an easy driver, and this Poncho handles great thanks to new suspension components front and rear, sway bars, and all-new steering components. The soundtrack is great too, with a 3-inch H-pipe dual exhaust system anchored with Flowmaster mufflers doing most of the barking. Should you desire any more proof of just how well-put together and cared for this GTO is, take a glance underneath - you'll find a very well attended to undercarriage there. This GOAT sits on a set of 17" Vision Legend series wheels that are outfitted with 245/50/17 performance radials. 

[kinetic-elaboration]

March 22: Octavia & Clarke, Cunning/Rough

Octavia & Clarke, Modern AU, from the same 'verse as Make a Lot of Money and Feel Dead Inside

~1350 words, written in about 50 minutes

For the prompt "cunning and its antonyms: simple, ignorant, blunt, rough" from my July Break Bingo 2023 card.

cw for references to sexual assault

*

They start high school with reputations, all because of a prank they'd pulled the summer before. Clarke called it a revenge plot; Octavia, getting even.

Now everybody knows Clarke to be smart, but dangerous—cunning, the kind of girl who will convince you to let down your guard around her, even when you know better, excavate your secrets and use them against you, sharp and cold beneath a mystifying surface. Octavia, her best friend, her shadow, is the rough-and-tumble sort, a hazard to one's health in a different sort of way. She gets into a scuffle out back of the school at the end of the first week of classes, which cements the whole thing. She's tough, rough, and simple, a girl unafraid of bruises, jutting out her chin to show the raw bleed where the skin's scraped off.

The origin of the legends spools back to the Fourth of July party at Dax's place in the long, hot, humid, languid interim between eighth and ninth grade. Clarke was invited because of her beauty, Octavia on the strength of her older brother's connections and because Clarke was going, and they came packaged together as a set. Octavia still had the tomboy look of her early adolescence, long and rangy and lean, proportions she hadn't yet grown into; half her wardrobe was old hand-me-down's from Bellamy. She thought she looked like something in the right light, thought maybe that might matter, to the right boy. Not many looked at her when Clarke was right next to her, round-faced and blue-eyed; she'd started wearing low-cut shirts that showed her cleavage, sundresses that made Bellamy go protective-chaperone on her if he saw, made his face get all red and embarrassed, and cut off shorts, tan lines from tank tops striping her shoulders.

At the party, all the boys looked at her.

Except for one, who caught Octavia's eye over the top of his Solo cup and didn't let go, didn't blink. Someone was waving around sparklers in the background. The air smelled of cut grass and some distant neighbor's grill smoke, pulsed with bass beats from Dax's stereo.

The boy introduced himself as Atom. They sat around for a while on the back-porch steps, the concrete cold and rough against Octavia's legs and the backs of her thighs, talked bullshit until after a while he was resting his hand on her knee. He didn't mention either Clarke or Bell. She didn't have much to say, too distracted by an awareness of his body heat, an overpowering scent of body spray, his goddamn hand.

They made out for a while in the backseat of Dax's father's car, which was parked in the driveway, so she could see the late-sunset fading through the windows and the twilight building. Through the crack in them she could smell the smoke still, lingering on the humid air, hear the same sort of chirps and buzzing that she'd hear from out in the swamp in her own backyard, back home. Such thoughts distracted her often: how distant she felt from his hands pawing at her. When he touched where she didn't want, she kicked him, weakly, right above the shin because it was where she could reach.

But he was on top of her and didn't seem overly concerned.

That was a spiral moment. She thought of it that way later, that topsy-turvy vertigo that comes from control slipping, the sick-slipping sense that anything could happen, and none of it would be hers.

She got a knee in, scrambled out backwards through the unlocked door, fell right on her ass in the gravel. Scraped up heels of her palms, the cut of a small, sharp rock. He hadn't gotten far, but the damage was the fear itself and it was done.

Telling Clarke about it in the fort, waving her fingers through sifting beams of pale sun that came through the holes in the walls, she kept so calm that her own voice unsettled her. No big deal. But it sucked. Let's send Bellamy after him—maybe he'll kill him.

"He might," Clarke answered seriously. And: "We've got to fix this one ourselves."

Dax was going to be a sophomore. He didn't have a car or a license but he knew how to drive because his cousin had taught him when he was twelve. So yeah, he’d take Clarke out on a ride down some deep-rutted back road until they found a good spot to watch the stars. It was his pleasure. He didn't know any constellations but that was all right. She pointed out a few to him, instead.

The cool thing about Clarke was that she was just shy enough to be cute, in a play-acting way that all guys basically believed, confident enough to let them know what she wanted and how she expected to get it. She wanted to know what he wanted. His daydreams, his fantasies. Her soft voice in his ear, teasing, cajoling—baby, babe—what do you really WANT? The sick-secret stuff. You're safe with me.

Octavia had hiked her way out ahead of them, was crouched in the long grass listening to the sounds of face-sucking and drawing pictures in the dirt with her stub nails, thinking about how great an actress Clarke was—fuck (a deep-forbidden word, still new on her tongue)—fuck, she really knew what she was doing.

And the tape recorder in her purse, next to them on the flatbed, picked up all of it. Confessions you could make a mix CD out of. Stuff he should have known better than to tell anyone—stuff Octavia would never tell if she was him—stuff she’d definitely never tell Clarke, if she was him, Clarke who had already distributed all of her love, or at the very least all of her loyalty, and would never gather up the crumbs of it for him.

After a while, the sounds tapered off. The familiar insect-riot grew louder in its wake. She flicked her gaze across the tall, thin stalks of burned-yellow grass, to the dark interstices, the hint of the rusty blue flatbed on the road. She could see it by its own headlights. The back, where Clarke was, dark as it was quiet.

Then she heard the click of the tape player, scratchy in the July night, like the trigger of a haunting. A sound where it should not be. Her ears were so attuned to it, waiting for it; but afterwards, she could only hear the cadences of Atom's recorded voice, not the content of the whispered, breathy words. She tuned it out to static. All static.

Sharp staccato yelling followed, empty threats and a couple of other new words, sharp-edged profanity she hasn't added to her vocabulary yet, and at last she saw a shadow-figure jump down from truck. She turned on her flashlight, finally, stood and pointed it at him, so he was caught in the beam like a deer. When he tried to rush her, she beat him to it. In her spare hand, she gripped Bellamy's knife with the blade snapped out.

He didn’t know she had it and he'd never approve.

Atom stopped up short, kicking up dust as he slid, halted: a cloud of it in the high beams. Over his shoulder, Octavia could see Clarke's silhouette, standing eerily still and watching them and waiting.

"You're fucking crazy," Atom spat out at her. But she had a knife almost to his throat so there was a tremor to the words, and she found the whole thing, that terrible blood-pounding moment, so wonderfully thrilling, so sharp and real, that she almost laughed like the deranged villain he must have thought that she was. She almost threw the knife away. She almost stabbed him. She almost ran, sprinting, yelling, cackling, like some sort of malevolent spirit in the night.

In the end, she just scared him. And Clarke never replayed the audio. Eventually she even unspools the tape and crushes it beneath her heel. But still their reputations precede them, for the rest of their days stuck in the deep-sucking mud of Arcadia Falls, and in some ways even after, because this is how they know each other and themselves.

[rosesraleigh]

Character name: Rose Eleanor Raleigh 

 Age: 28

 Gender identification: Cis female 

 Preferred pronouns: She/Her 

 Residential area: Celestial Drive

 Occupation: Line Cook at Titan Grill and Restaurant

Time in Starlight Oaks: 2 months

TL;DR: originally from brooklyn, recently divorced, line cook when she's talented enough to be cooking high cuisine, in her trainwreck and rock bottom era, enjoying the freedom of no longer giving a fuck 

FULL BIO

tw: parental abandonment, cancer, infidelity

Rose Raleigh was the result of a quarter-life crisis.

Her mother, Alma, during a nervous breakdown of sorts, ran away from her husband and two children and landed herself in Brooklyn, New York while having what she described as “a nervous breakdown about her impending 30th birthday”. In a matter of weeks, after meeting him in the family diner where he worked, she was shacked up with Donny Raleigh in his apartment over the restaurant – named ‘Rosie’s Table’, a neighborhood staple. It wasn’t more than a month later that Alma was staring down two pink lines on a pregnancy test in Donny’s bathroom. 

Her third child was on the way.

Fast forward to roughly eight months later, and Alma had had a change of heart about Donny along with her husband and kids back in Vancouver. Unceremonious would be the best way to describe her exit from the hospital after giving birth to her baby girl, jumping on the next flight out to reunite with her “real” family. 

Donny didn’t think twice about what single-fatherhood would mean – the guy was all in.  He raised Rose (named after his mother, the diner’s namesake), in the apartment above the diner. Rose grew up around the sizzle of the fryers and the smell of grilled onions; Sunday brunch regulars gossiping over endless coffee refills and hungover college students begging for a bacon egg and cheese even though they were a buck short. As soon as she was old enough to refill a ketchup bottle and roll silverware in a napkin, Rose was on the payroll. 

She wanted connection desperately, and it was so easy for her to find in the kitchen. Rose loved the feeling of nourishing people, being a part of their daily routines and special events by proxy of the food that she made for them. She soaked up every foodie blog she could stumble across – Donny even sprung for the extended cable package so they would get more cooking channels. It wasn’t a shock to anyone when she set her sights on The Culinary Institute of America. 

(Good thing Donny had been setting aside a portion of his tips since the day she was born.)

With a huge send off at a neighborhood block party, Rose waltzed out to TCIA…and quickly realized that she was in over her head. However, failing and disappointing everyone in the diner who believed in her was not an option. With dedication and stubborn will (and several unhealthy coping mechanisms), Rose came out the other side with her degree in hand and a world full of potential at her feet –

And ended up right back in the comfort of her father’s kitchen. 

It was there that she met Greg, the son of a local plumber who was allergic to pickles (hence why she remembered his order). One date turned into two, two went on to twenty, twenty led to moving in together, which led to a wedding.

Two weeks after he walked her down the aisle, Donny was diagnosed with lung cancer.

For the two years nothing seemed different, aside from a cough and chemo (which still wasn’t enough to stop the guy from smoking). Then he needed to wheel oxygen around with him – that added two more years. And then things went downhill fast, and Donny was bedridden and in a hospital more often than not. Unable to handle the operations of the diner anymore, he signed ownership over to his daughter – but medical bills continued to pile up and additional treatment was needed, and then eventually in home hospice care. 

Rose sold ‘Rosie’s Table’ to cover the expenses. And Donny died the next day.

The two weeks later, on the last day the diner was open, Rose ended up fucking a busboy over the prep counter after closing. Greg ended up seeing the security video.

Things went downhill fast. 

Divorce papers signed a few short months later, Rose needed to get the fuck out of New York. Fuck that, she needed to be on the other side of the country.

She ended up in Washington, remembering her father saying that was where her mother lived. At the current time, Rose is still too scared to reach out. 

Instead, she pours herself into her position as a line cook – smoking out back like a fiend, doing a line or two mid shift, and wondering how the hell she got here.

PERSONALITY

Two positive traits: Driven and visionary

Two negative traits: Impulsive and sharp-tongued

FUN FACTS

never call her ‘rosie’

when left to her own devices, mostly eats microwavable meals or egg dishes (scrambled, fried, omelettes)

speaks spanish and french

very obvious new york accent when she’s working in the kitchen, or pissed off

doesn’t keep up on a lot of shows, except for depression binges of real housewives and other bravo shows

starting to playfully dabble in illegal substances

has a talent for wine pairings with fancy food yet keeps franzia in a box at home

CONNECTIONS

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WANTED CONNECTIONS

coworkers/people in the service industry to keep the same weird hours as her

neighbors

messy hookups because she’s definitely in her chaotic era

perhaps friends who have adopted her weird little self since she came to town

eventually i’d like to dabble in the concept of her finding her half siblings, so if you have a character that could fit into that i’d love to hear it!

[aceduchessdragoness]

Uploaded Jan 2, 2024 by middleeasteye on Instagram

"An Israeli soldier mockingly makes a video of himself cooking steak in war torn Gaza. The soldier is encouraging people to follow him on social media accounts for updates on the situation in the field. The besieged Palestinian enclave marked the start of the new year with continued Israeli bombings, bringing the death toll in the region close to 22,000. In less than three months of relentless bombardment, approximately 4% of Gaza's population have either been killed, wounded, or gone missing, highlighting the severe humanitarian impact of the conflict"

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[id: video captions, with some minor background explanation:

Gaza, occupied Palestine

31 December, 2023

[@]matanya_yanai (original uploader)

Let’s make the first steak in Gaza. (Camera shows 2 steaks cooking on a travel-sized grill, and then pans out to show the front of a bulldozer, the bucket is dirtied)

(The soldier, smiling and geared up, is standing in front of a tank; the wheels are caked with dried mud) All we need is a steak, barbeque, a fighting equipment, and cover for the close. (The soldier pulls out the ingredients in that order via jump-cuts. He shows the camera his gun for “fighting equipment”, and when he says “cover for the close,” it shows another soldier taking partial cover, looking for someone/thing to shoot. You can see the background is nothing but hills of dirt and destroyed bits of trees.)

So I lit the barbeque using the quick method between the attacks, I arrange the grills, I lit them with oil and there is no budget in Gaza for onions, so I did it with potato. And you will hear the noise. (The soldier goes through his cooking process: he clumps up paper towels and places them in the bottom of the grill along with pieces of charcoal, and squirts around some lighter fluid, then the camera jump-cuts to a decent sized fire, protected from the wind by the bucket of the bulldozer. The captions are surrounded by a blurred bar, so it’s difficult to see the man cutting open a package of food, probably the potatoes. He squirts out a bit more lighter fluid and the fire jumps upwards. He finally places the steaks on the grill and you can hear the sizzle, hence “hear the noise.”)

So as you can see, I’m actually going to be dine-in, in the field and I’ll share all of Gaza with you. So of course all the great fighters also tasted because they have to keep the line. And in conclusion, a great steak, a great experience. If you liked it, follow me on Instagram for more updates on the field. (The camera pans over the steak as it grills, still sizzling. It then jump-cuts to the soldier taking if off the grill bare-handed and cutting it, smiling all the while. He eats a chunk and then it cuts to him sharing it with 5 other soldiers, all geared up, happy, and holding guns.) /id]

[orlando-lifestyle]

Discover the Orlando Lifestyle at Atlantica at Town Center, Davenport, FL

Located in the sunny south of Orlando, Atlantica at Town Center in Davenport, FL, welcomes you to a life of luxury, convenience, and endless adventure. This newest apartment community embodies the essence of Florida living, offering lavish amenities, luxurious finishes, and a blissful location that make it the perfect place to call home.

Luxurious Living Spaces

Each apartment at Atlantica at Town Center is designed with your comfort and style in mind. Featuring wood-inspired flooring, walk-in closets, stainless steel appliances, quartz countertops, and shaker kitchen cabinets, these living spaces exude elegance and functionality. Brushed nickel finishings, 9-foot-high ceilings, screened balconies or patios, kitchen islands, and pool or water views in select units add to the allure of these stunning residences. For added convenience, enjoy double vanities, under-cabinet lighting, soft-close hinges and glides, and spacious walk-in closets in select units.

Amenities Designed for You

Atlantica at Town Center goes above and beyond to cater to your every need and desire. Whether you're looking for health and wellness facilities, relaxation spaces, or thrilling activities, this community has it all. Enjoy a wide range of amenities, including a fire pit, Pelotons, a bike shop, a kids' playroom, a children’s playground, pedestrian-friendly sidewalks, and green spaces. Stay active at the large state-of-the-art fitness center, yoga studio, and stretch room, or relax by the resort-style pool with a sun shelf. Host gatherings at the outdoor gaming and picnic area with event turf, and cook up a storm at the outdoor kitchen with a gas grill area. Other amenities include a clubhouse with a coffee station and game room, Luxer One package lockers, on-site surface parking, valet trash services, personal garages and storage spaces in select units, and elevators in select units.

An Inspired Community

At Atlantica at Town Center, they celebrate individuality and welcome residents from all walks of life. Whether you're an adventurer, a laid-back individual, or someone with a sophisticated taste, you'll feel right at home in our community. They believe in standing out and creating a unique living experience that reflects your personality and style.

Experience Paradise in Orlando

Inspired by the coasts of Florida, Atlantica at Town Center offers endless opportunities to experience a life of paradise. Anchor yourself in comfort, and set adrift in adventure at this exceptional community in the heart of Greater Orlando.

Atlantica at Town Center in Davenport, FL (863) 509–1406

Disclaimer: Promotions and Perks

Please be advised that move-in promotions and perks advertised by Atlantica at Town Center are subject to change or termination without prior notice. While every effort is made to provide accurate and up-to-date information regarding available incentives, it is possible that promotions may end or be altered at any time. We recommend contacting their leasing office directly to confirm the current status of any advertised promotions before making any decisions regarding your move-in. Thank you for your understanding.

The apartment complex featured in this artcile adheres to the principles of the Fair Housing Act. They do not discriminate against any person on the basis of race, color, religion, sex, national origin, familial status, or disability in the leasing and management of our properties.

[evilmalcom]

I'm gonna reply all 6 of these you sent with a different wikipedia article.

A Happy Meal is a kids' meal usually sold at the American fast food restaurant chain McDonald's since June 1979.[1] A small toy or book is included with the food, both of which are usually contained in a red cardboard box with a yellow smiley face and the McDonald's logo. The packaging and toy are frequently part of a marketing tie-in to an existing television series, film or toyline.

Description

The Happy Meal logo from 2004 to 2009 (US) and until 2020 in the UK, written in EnglishThe Happy Meal logo in Japanese. Text reads "Happy Set" (Happī Setto) in katakana. The Happy Meal logo in Spanish. Text reads "Little Happy Box" (Latin America).

The Happy Meal contains a main item (a hamburger, cheeseburger or small serving of Chicken McNuggets), a side item (French fries, apple slices, a Go-Gurt tube or a salad in some areas) and a drink (milk, juice or a soft drink). The choice of items changes from country to country and may depend on the size of the restaurant.

In some countries, the choices have been expanded to include items such as a grilled cheese sandwich (known as a "Fry Kid"), or more healthy options such as apple slices, a mini snack wrap, salads or pasta, as one or more of the options.[2]

A Happy Meal is a kids' meal usually sold at the American fast food restaurant chain McDonald's since June 1979.[1] A small toy or book is included with the food, both of which are usually contained in a red cardboard box with a yellow smiley face and the McDonald's logo. The packaging and toy are frequently part of a marketing tie-in to an existing television series, film or toyline.

Description

The Happy Meal logo from 2004 to 2009 (US) and until 2020 in the UK, written in EnglishThe Happy Meal logo in Japanese. Text reads "Happy Set" (Happī Setto) in katakana. The Happy Meal logo in Spanish. Text reads "Little Happy Box" (Latin America).

The Happy Meal contains a main item (a hamburger, cheeseburger or small serving of Chicken McNuggets), a side item (French fries, apple slices, a Go-Gurt tube or a salad in some areas) and a drink (milk, juice or a soft drink). The choice of items changes from country to country and may depend on the size of the restaurant.

In some countries, the choices have been expanded to include items such as a grilled cheese sandwich (known as a "Fry Kid"), or more healthy options such as apple slices, a mini snack wrap, salads or pasta, as one or more of the options.[2]

Often, the Happy Meal is themed to promote a children and family-oriented film or television series. The first such promotion was the "Star Trek Meal", which promoted Star Trek: The Motion Picture in December 1979.[7][8] The packaging used for the Star Trek Meal consisted of various images and games related to the film, as well as a comic strip adaptation of the film. Consumers had to buy numerous meals in order to complete the set. In 1982, McDonald's recalled Playmobil Happy Meal toys because they could have been dangerous to children under three years of age.[9] In 1992, McDonald's withdrew their range of Happy Meal toys for the film Batman Returns, after complaints from parents that the film was unsuitable for children.[10]

In July 2011, McDonald's announced plans to make Happy Meals healthier, including the addition of apples. The redesigned meals would contain a smaller portion (1.1 ounces) of fries, along with the apples. On February 4, 2013, McDonald's announced that Fish McBites (fried Alaskan pollock, the same fish used in Filet-O-Fish) would be added as an entree, which would run until March, intended to coincide with Lent.[11]

In 2014, McDonald's introduced a mascot to Happy Meals in the United States named Happy, who originated in France and some international countries as early as 2009. Reactions were mixed, including criticism that the mascot's design was too frightening.[12]

Happy Meal toy

Happy Meal toys seen in Indonesia

The Happy Meal did not introduce the practice of providing small toys to children. When the Happy Meal was launched in 1979, the toys were a McDoodle stencil, a McWrist wallet, an ID bracelet, a puzzle lock, a spinning top or a McDonaldland character-shaped eraser. In Canada, the promotion prior to the Happy Meal was called the "Treat of the Week", where a different toy was available free on request each week.[13] This promotion continued after the Happy Meal was introduced in 1979 while Happy Meal toys have also become increasingly elaborate in recent years. While they were initially cheap items such as a Frisbee or ball, they have gradually been replaced with increasingly sophisticated toys, many of which are a tie-in to an existing TV series, film, video game or toy line.

The Happy Meal toys are designed for ages 2+, while the toddler toys are aimed at 3 and younger.

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National Noodle Day 

Spaghetti, ramen, ziti, egg noodles…most of the best foods are noodles. Try a new kind today, or go out and treat yourself to one of the world’s favorite dishes.

The steam rising from a bowl of noodle soup floats along and dissipates almost like a thing of magic, with rich aromas and the promise of a deliciously warmed belly. In cultures all over the world, noodles have served as a foundation of comfort food, and National Noodle Day celebrates this long history and the place they play in everyone’s life today.

History of National Noodle Day

It is estimated that the origin of noodles dates back as far as two thousand years, or possibly even further. The first mention of noodles in historical records is in a book from the Eastern Han period that dates from between 25 and 220 BC. This unleavened dough has been prepared in many ways, throughout many cultures, using many different ingredients. But one thing remains the same–noodles are almost always delicious!

Noodles–inexpensive, simple, and rather filling–has been a mainstay of the working class for many years. The instant cup of noodles heated quickly in the microwave during a short lunch period. The mainstay of the poor and college-bound, pre-packaged Ramen noodles are often the foundation of a person’s first culinary ventures, as they try to turn the only meal they can afford into something akin to food.

But noodles aren’t only cheap and filling! Now, consider the rich and flavorful bowl of mom’s chicken noodle soup, full of the rich flavors of chicken and carrots, and floating among them are the obligatory egg noodles, which somehow are just the thing to tie this delicious bowl of nutrition together.

For anyone who was born into Italian family, chances are they’ve experienced every kind of noodle the mind can imagine and a few to boot! Rigatoni noodles, spaghetti noodles served with a rich red sauce exploding with flavor, Asian Rice Noodles, or even Fettuccine noodles coated in a thick heavy Alfredo sauce interspersed with bits of chicken.

Noodles have been with mankind in nearly every culture out of history, and National Noodle Day reminds us that this basic and staple food is still the best way to fill a hungry belly at the end of the day.

How to Celebrate National Noodle Day

National Noodle Day can be loads of fun! Making noodles, eating noodles, and enjoying noodles with friends. Try these ideas for spending National Noodle Day:

Go Out for Noodles

Whether at a fast food joint or a sit-down restaurant, noodles are fairly easy to come by in a variety of restaurants.

Noodles and Company, in the United States, is a fast-casual dining place that focuses each of its dishes all around the noodle. Their noodles are all made by hand, and their menu ranges from standards like Macaroni & Cheese and Spaghetti & Meatballs to more unique offerings such as Alfredo MontAmore with Parmesan Crusted Chicken or Grilled Orange Chicken Lo Mein. They also offer gluten-free and vegetarian options for those with certain dietary needs.

It’s a noodle lover’s dream come true!

Get Clever with Ramen Noodles

Those little rectangular packets of dried noodles with a smaller pack of flavorings inside can be used for more than just making some soup! As it turns out, they’re extremely useful to have around the kitchen for a variety of needs. Try out these ways to use those ramen noodles:

Make “Breadcrumbs”. The hard noodles can be crushed up into tiny granules (with a bit of the seasoning packet included). These work well as a substitute for recipes that call for breadcrumbs, such as schnitzel or meatballs.

Use as a Dessert Topping. This might be surprising but those crispy noodles, when cooked with cinnamon and sugar and then fried, offer a delightful chopped topping that can replace nuts on ice cream sundaes or other desserts.

Make Burger Buns. The great thing about ramen noodles is that, once cooked, they can be formed into almost any shape desired. Some people like to add a bit of egg, salt and herbs, then shape them into buns and fry them. These can be used for hamburgers or veggie burgers.

Add Zest to Salads. Take that boring salad to the next level by adding the crunch of pizzaz of ramen noodles. Simply crush the dry noodles and toss them into a coleslaw and top with an Asian dressing. Delicious!

Try a New Kind of Noodle

In a world of thousands of varieties of noodles, the best way to celebrate National Noodle Day is by reaching beyond your comfort level and trying something new. If your culinary experience with noodles is limited to Instant Cup a Soup and Spaghetti, it’s time to try something new.

Explore the rice or buckwheat noodles from your local Asian store, or discover exactly what a Manicotti noodle is and what it is used for! You’ll find yourself marveling at the sheer variety of noodles and noodle dishes there are, enough to have a different dish every day for years!

Share Noodles with Others

Celebrating National Noodle Day with the community can be loads of fun. Take a noodle dish to the office to share with coworkers. Or invite a few friends or family members over to enjoy a meal with many courses–all of which include noodles!

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New Bridgeport

For the past month, I’ve been going through my CC, in my yearly quest to get rid of stuff I never use. Sadly, I downloaded more new stuff than I got rid of. But such is life. Anyway, while looking for old sets that I’d somehow lost, I came across a remake of sorts, of Bridgeport. It’s called “My Bridgeport’ by Rflong7. Apparently, someone asked her to empty out the main town - obviously they never heard of the mass destruction feature on Master Controller - and Rflong7 agreed to do it. While she was at it, she fixed the routing issues. (One of the main reasons I never play EA’s version!) And since I don’t really play vampires and such - only supernatural I play are witches - I figured I’d try this world. It comes unpopulated, which for me is a HUGE plus.

All of the original lots are there, but since I’ve been watching “Friends” reruns, I decided this world needed a coffeeshop. (Remember, the original world only had lots from the 1st 3 EPs). I saw a Central Perk lot over on TSR, but it was only 1 story, and if you watch the show, it’s in a high-rise. So, I “fixed” the lot, by adding a few more levels. (BTW, those brick textures are all the same, they just look a tad different on the cornice. Not sure why.) I may go back in and add a “frieze” level to further increase the height of the building. Looks a tad short, looking at it now. Since the original was on a much smaller lot and this one is bigger, I was also able to expand this one a bit. And as a sidenote, those “fire-escape” stairs were a devil to place. Sometimes the damn game just won’t cooperate with you! 

This is the interior. I changed the lot zoning from “hangout” to “coffeehouse,” then got rid of the original Late-Night bar for the coffee one from Uni. I used CC from @aroundthesims for that area. (Thank you, Sandy!) I also got rid of the columns that were used in the original and used that porch railing item. Plus, I decided to use a brick texture for the walls. Then I switched out some of the furniture, added artwork, rugs, plants, and speakers. And on the “stage” by the front window, I switched out the chair that was next to the guitar for danjelay’s Singer spot. (It works like the karaoke machine). And viola! Done!

Then I went down to the bay area and placed this lot, since I figured the town crooks needed a place to go after they were apprehended by the police. The original was one created by cyclonesue over on TSR. Since I always convert simspaks into package files and am too damn lazy to hunt down all the original CC used, I substituted stuff I had for what was missing, Like that fence. I think it was created by gelina and has scissor-wire on top. Inside. I also got rid of all the crap cyclonesue used to “entertain” the inmates. I actually ran the medical department in our county jail for a couple of years, and believe me, no one gave a rat’s ass if the inmates were “entertained.” (Some of them were hardcore nasties. We’re talking serial killers.) I’m planning on revisiting this lot, and making some more changes, so when I do, I’ll show you the interior.

This is another cyclonesue lot - her sewage works one. Like the 1st one, it was created fairly early on by her and didn’t use any of the lovely CC she later created. It’s zoned as a pool, because who hasn’t dreamed of swimming in raw sewage?! Again, it was on a 30x30 and this space is 40x40. So, I added stuff. I used @crowkeeperthesimmer’s lovely wall texture set - thank you! - for the exterior finishes on everything, Then, replaced all the windows and doors with the “factory set” ones by cyclonesue. And used her “grill” floor set on some of the walkways. Then added more plants, a parking area, and spawners. (There are none on the original lot). Since I don’t plan on redoing the science center, I added the robot fish and the death fish here - alone with some other weird fish spawners. Since these fish are living in waste pools, I figure they’ve mutated a tad. BTW, that building in the front of the picture is an apartment building that was already there. The only way I could take a picture was doing it from that lot. I was going to eventually bulldoze it, but I figured, “Who doesn’t want to rent a space overlooking the sewage plant and town jail?” so, it gets to stay. BTW, I really need to google how to change the color of the water in those pools to make them look more sewagey. (Totally a word!) 

There are 1 or 2 more 40x40 lots down there that I will be doing. But right now, I’m not sure what will go there other than an industrial build.