#best dog food storage

[foldingfittedsheets]

Back in the dawn of days I worked at Red Robin. It was my first real job after a brief stint at a dog kennel. Many people don’t know this but there’s a costume. A Red Robin mascot costume. I’d never seen it before I worked there.

He’s a violently red bird with empty eyes, a vacant grin, the most atrocious yellow leggings you’ve ever seen, and feet to make any Kingdom heart character swoon. His name was Red.

I was a host, and we were the only ones called upon to wear the costume. We’d don the bright yellow tights and corporate fursuit with someone leading us by the hand so we didn’t crash into everything.

The mesh screen in Red’s gaping mouth was supposed to let the wearer look out. Visibility was a joke. The restaurant was a dark gray haze of bustle from inside Red’s head. So every Tuesday and Thursday there’d be a two hour shift of a designated Bird Buddy leading the visually impaired sacrifice around.

After being forced to wear it during a heat wave and vomiting from the overwhelming temperature, I had vowed to never wear it again. But every new host always had a tiny secret longing to wear it when they first started. This desire never survived the full two hour shift.

So I was working a day shift with a newer host, Lauren, who had been openly enthusiastic to wear it. The manager hustled up to tell us that a little kid was here for his birthday and desperately wanted to see Red. We weren’t scheduled but impromptu requests could be accommodated when the restaurant was slow.

I said, “Great, Lauren can do it and I can be her buddy.”

I grabbed the hapless Lauren and dragged her to the dry goods storage where the suit was stored and where we changed. I closed the door and dragged the suit down. It had a particular greasy ground in smell to it.

Frying food, hot oil, and body odor had all permeated the faux fur with a unique reek. The management mouthed empty nothings that the suit was sent for monthly cleanings. It was common knowledge they were lying through their teeth. The smell of Red was eternal and unchanging.

“Okay, so take off your pants, put on the tights, then step into the body and I’ll zip you up. Then you get a vest and the head goes on last, got it?”

Lauren stared at me. I stared back. She made no move to change.

“Okay…” I repeated, “So you take off your pants and put on the tights?”

Lauren shifted nervously, silent. Not changing.

“Do you need me to turn around…?” It hadn’t occurred to me that she might be shy based on her personality, all the hosts were fairly blasé about changing in front of each other.

“I didn’t….” Her voice dwindled to a decimal only perceivable by bats.

“What’s that?”

Blushing vibrantly she raised her voice to the level of a tiny mouse to squeak, “I’m not wearing underwear….”

I stared at her harder. Our uniform pants were dark denim jeans. The thought of rubbing my bare pussy into denim for a whole shift was on par with dry humping a sheet of sandpaper. “You’re… you’re not wearing… anything?”

She shook her head miserably.

We both regarded the yellow tights worn by most of the host staff. We contemplated a lack of underwear being pressed into those communal tights, adding to the miasma of Red’s smells.

But I was sure as fuck not getting in that costume.

“Make sure to take the tights home and wash them.”

Her eyebrows went up. She met the bitter steel in my eyes and crumpled. I turned my back and she did what she had to, slipping naked as a babe into the neon spandex of Red’s tights. Lauren trustingly kept a grip on my hand as I navigated her through trays and tables to terrify the tiny birthday boy.

To the best of my knowledge, she never did wash the tights.

[gassyandnasty]

The Jock Formula - Part 2.0

JOINING THE FRAT: THE HAZING CEREMONY

Josh and his friends invited me to their frat. I've never been to one, people say that some are pretty chill and others are dangerous, but regardless of that, I don't belong in the chemistry lab anymore.

So I packed my things and went to the adress they gave me. It was night already, the place was pretty loomy, and the house was all dark. I wonder if they forgot about inviting me. But I knocked anyways.

Knock

"Come in" a group of guys say ominously, as if they were expecting me behind the door. It was open, so I came in.

The hall was lit only by candles, as I saw a lot of shadowy and BIG figures all over the place, but three stood in front of me.

"Welcome to your hazing ceremony, Drew." Josh starts.

"The tasks will decide if you stay with us or not." Sal completes

"If you are a true jock, or an eternal nerd." finishes Jongho.

They were looking at me dead in the eye while all of this scene sent chills up my spine. All broke down when Sal started to laugh, and the other boys followed.

"Dude, you almost pissed yourself!" Sal mocks, and patting my back.

"This never gets old!" Jongho says in a laughing fit, high-fiving some other guys in the back.

"So... this dark hazing ceremony is a joke, right?" I try to break the ice.

"As much this scene was a joke, the hazing is real, pledge." Josh says, like a boss.

_________________________________________

They said the first task would be easy, as I was led to the kitchen, being met with a table STACKED with hot dogs.

"Sit, buddy" Jongho says on the other side of the table. He was a pretty big and buff guy, I mean, all of them were, but he was specially bulky, and I was about to find out why...

"To stay here, you have to beat the CHAMP!" Jongho said as he punched his pecs like a gorilla, as all of the guys howlered and chanted his name.

"This task is simple as I like things to be, who eats the most hot dogs, win." Jongho said, as Josh rang a bell and he started to DEVOUR the hot dogs. This dude was like a monster, I swear I saw him eating two with just one bite. I was a scrawny guy, like... yesterday? I was satisfied with a BigMac, how on earth could I beat him?

I knew that competitive eaters used a technique to swallow the most they could storage, so they wouldn't get sick. Something like flexing abdominal muscles, or your jaw... but then I rememberd...

Fuck this nerd bullshit.

And went FERAL on the hot dogs.

I can only describe flashes of this deed. Sausages everywhere, desperately looking for a cup of water, Jongho was chewing so loud it looked like a dog, and when I noticed, my belly was full, and the table was empty.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!

The end of the match was announced by Jongho filling the room like a dragon with a MONSTRUOUS belch. I looked around, and all of the guys were shocked, even Josh.

"Easy, haha" Jongho said, taking his shirt off. His muscles gave space to the food, so when the pat his belly, it jiggled.

I was a little drowzy. I only remembered eating the most I could, then I felt a hand on my back.

"Are you alright, dude?" Josh asked.

"How... many?" I asked, with my belly full.

"Did you think we were counting? That was wild! One of the best eating matches this frat ever saw, right guys?" Josh announced, and everyone howlered with him, chanting my name and Jongho's.

Jongho got up and approached me. "This dude was the only worthy opponent I met. I declare Drew VICTORIOUS!" Jongho lifted my arm in celebration, and all of that force dislodged the gas that was dying to explode out of me.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!

That felt so good. And what was even better? Hearing all of the frat chating my name.

But there were still two tasks...

_________________________________________

I went to another room that was dark and already stinky.

"Yo, we are up next. Congrats haha never saw anyone eating like Jongho." Says Sal. He was sat having some snacks on a table. He was one of the guys I heard most of. Many girls and boys swoon over him. When I got up close, I grimaced: onions, anchovies, milk, beans, and the list went on with the most unpleasant food you could think of.

"Sit." He says, while eating an entire can of anchovies. "This is the nasty gas challenge. We have to eat the most disgusting food and see the one who brews the worst gas out of it."

I was skeptical of this. My nerd brain thought that was impossible, but that stink was already making me pass out, and I heard that their gas was really disgusting, imagine with all of this, it would be- UUUuuuUURRPPP

A wave of a DISGUSTING belch hits me. "Haha, wake up! Didnt you hear what I said? You have to eat this." Sal says, blowing the stench on me.

*COUGH* COUGH* "Okay... I was just thinking..." I was about to say when he slapped me.

"Think less." Said Sal sternly. And I couldn't agree more. I was only able to eat all of those hot-dogs when I stopped to racionalize the situation.

I did it. Mixed beans with anchovies, ate it all down with a glass of milk. It felt bad, but it felt wild too.

"Good haha you learn fast, fella. Now we have to put it to test." He says, patting my back.

"Test?" I ask.

"You didn't think I was going to judge, right?" Sal claps his hands in a signal, while I hear a bunch of guys coming upstairs.

"LET GO OF ME! YOU JERKS!" I hear some whining too.

The guys break down in the room bringing a whimp in their arms. They put him in a chair and tie him down.

"So, this little fella right here was caught spying on us. Trying to take pictures, a total perv!" Sal says, while took some polaroid out of this guy's pockets and showed a bunch of pictures of their windows, focusing of their butts, muscles.

"IT'S NOT FOR ME... I... I WAS GOING TO SELL..." he was about to say when Sal interrupted.

"So... this perv is going to be the judge pf tonight's nasty gas challenge!" Sal exclaims as this guy watch in horror.

"So, would you do the honors, Drew?" Sal challenged me.

And yeah, that disgusting meal and all of the hot dogs were doing a number on my stomach... poor little perv.

I bent over so we were face to face, I only patted my belly and let it rip.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPP

This one felt specially good, as it rumbled deep within the depths of my stomach. What was even better? Watching this perv cry and gag by the smell. Lucky it wasn't on my face.

*COUGH* *COUGH*

All of the guys laughed, mocking the perv as he had to endure my gas.

"Good one." Said Sal. "Now watch the boss." Sal took my place in front of him and started to swallow air. He swallowed very deep, and forced out a NASTY ROAR on this guy's face:

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOO9OOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

I swear I could even see this guy's hair blowing, as he GAGGED on this cloud of gas. Sal finished by blowing the nasty bits on his face and grabbing the guys head.

"Take a big whiff of that you little perv." He said with a smirk while the guy gagged in his hands.

"Wow, you are totally owning him!" I say in admiration. It's nice to see that whimp be put in place.

"That's how you gotta do, Drew. No mercy, c'mon!" Sal says, patting my back.

I had to do something bold. My guys were starting to stir up, so I had an idea. I picked some of the pictures the guy was carrying and held one that was showcasing a guy's pecs and pits. I took my shirt off and I could catch the guy thirstily looking at my muscles. He was really a perv.

"So, taking pictures only? Why don't you get a taste of those up close?" I mock, grabbing the guy's head and burrying on my pits. The smell was unbearable, almost as bad as my gas, cause I saw the guy trying to get free.

"LET ME GO!" He screams into my pits while I rub all of my sweat on his face. I wouldn't let this guy go this easily.

"Let go? Oh, I will let something go!" I taunt him as I pick him off my pits, and when he thinks he will take a breath of fresh air...

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!

Damn right, that was so nasty. He took it all right on his face, all the stink, even the bits of food leaving my mouth because of the force of the gas. This guy was in true hell.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA" All of the guys boomed in laughter, I think they liked my display of dominance. With a glimpse, I catched Sal winking to Josh in approval.

*COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*

"YOU GUYS... *COUGH* ARE GONNA PAY FOR IT!" The whimp tries to say while he gags on my stink.

I see Sal doing the same as me and picked the first picture he could find. "Oh, look at this!" He showcased the picture to everyone. "It's my ass!" They all laughed. "Nice pic, perv, since you wanted to see it so bad, I'll let you have a nice cheekful of my buns." Sal said, teasing. He indeed had a very nice ass, toned, round and bubbly, almost eating his shorts.

Sal turned around and bent over the perv's face.

"NO! NO! NO! I know what you are going to do, please! I won't do this anymore!" The perv begs, while Sal's huge cheeks are only an inch of his face.

"Do you know what I'm going to do? But I was only showing you the ass you wanted to see so bad..." Sal smirks. "Take a look on it... I know you want to..." Sal jiggles his ass a little, and the perv is almost hypnotized by it. "Bury your face in it..." Sal says, and he does it.

All of the guys grimace as the perv goes face-first on Sal's ass, and with a smirk, he says:

"I guess you really knew what I was going to do, perv." Sal says, grabbing the back of his head and really making he go deep in it.

"NO-" The perv was about to say, but it was a really bad idea to open his mouth...

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

The deepest, loudest and nastiest fart I've ever heard. Sal was red for forcing it, scrunching his face to get all of the stink out. And it was a LOT, of stink. Some guys opened the window and others even ran. When Sal was finished, he

"Aaaah, enjoy that, perv" he sighs in relief as he gets up. The little guy's situation wasn't good. His face was sweaty and squashed as he passed out, and his eyebrows were gone by the brunt of the gas, Sal completely destroyed this guy. Sal looked behind and laughed: "Oops."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" that ensured laughter from all the room. Josh, Sal and Jongho approached me where the air was fresh.

"Very good." Sal says.

"Good? That was AWESOME!" I answer in enthusiasm. "But... I didn't win."

"Don't worry, you captured the spirit and put that creep on his place. That will make you as good as we are. For me, you are in, but Josh gets the next task. Haha, try not to die." Sal says proud of me, leaving chills up my spine.

________________________________________

They said I should be careful, but I don't think there is any challenge I couldn't beat at this point. But there was he, Josh was waiting me outside the house in his car. I don't know much about those but it looks expensive. He really got it all, all the girls, the looks, the frat, the team, this car, a total bastard. How I wanted to be like him.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To your final task." He answered.

It was late at night in a stranger car, he was certainly up to no good, but I kept quiety all the way. He was taking a familiar path, if I'm not mistaken... to the local library.

"Library? You know I don't fear math like you guys do, right?" I ask.

"That's what we'll see, ex-nerd. Stop making questions and follow me." He answered sharply.

I followed, and we came in. It was totally empty, only a few lights on, I don't even know how he had access to that.

"Now hear me out. There's your nerdy friend, if you can bully him, you're one of us. If not, I will take care of you both." Josh threatens.

I pondered. George was really my friend, and I'm finally like this because of him. But all I wanted was this power, force, can't go soft now, I have to-

WHACK

"Ouch, what was that for?" I ask Josh as he smacks my head.

"Stop thinking, will you go or not?"

I just make my head tall again, and approach that poor nerd.

"Want some studying tips?" I smack my hand on his table and have a seat.

He gasps. "Andrew... so you're one of them now. After betraying me. Never thought you were this jerk. What are you hear for? Flaunt your muscles?"

"Actually..." I take my shirt off and start bouncing my pecs, display my huge biceps, and my ripped abs. "And I got more..." I turn around and showcase my back and blades. I can hear Josh laughing from afar, as George is pissed in front of me.

"That formula was only for making you muscular, not idiot! Stop that!" George snaps. "What now? Wet willies? Wedgies? Stinkfaces? Youre a dissap-"

"Since you are asking for it..." I say as I drench my finger in saliva and rub it deep in his ear.

"DISGUSTING!" He grimaces as he has to suffer from my wet willy. I had enough of George's drama. Gosh, now I understand why they bully these nerds. They are so annoying!

"STOP!" He complained.

"Hmm, wet willy... check. So next, you were saying wedgies, right? Now here we go!" I say as I yank his underwear up with full force.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" He SCREAMS in pain as his underwear is snatching his parts down there.

"I WILL GET MY REVENGE ANDREW! I WILL FIND A WAY TO TRANSFORM YOU BACK!" He threats. He can try haha.

I drop him on the ground and he catches his breath, red from all the pain.

"By the way, it's Drew now, nerd." I turn around and bend over. Those hot dogs and that food are still making a number on my stomach, and since he asked for a stinkface...

"Incoming..." I grab the back of his head and bury into my butt. I can feel my cheeks molding over his face, and his screams are muffled by my now fat ass. This is the life. I grunt and push, and then... boom.

PBPBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I force out a CRUEL fart right on his face. It rumbled and echoed through the halls for a long time, and I held his head so he could get the most stink out of it.

"Aaaaah, get a taste of your formula, George, thanks." I mock as I leave him gagging there.

"Am I in?" I approach Josh as he was proudly watching everything.

"Welcome to the frat, Drew!"

[sil3ntfr34k]

Postal dude 2 boyfriend headcanons

• Mans is RANCID but you still love him <33

• Even with how sassy and sarcastic as he is, he still has a soft spot for you. Isn't very good as showing it, but he does little things here and there to show his love for you

• Y'all probably met during one of his errands his wife made him run, bumping into each other in line while he was getting milk. He was very surprised that someone is actually talking to him and not cussing him out. Y'all chatted it up before you had to pay for your items and leave, leaving him alone once again

• He would be lying if he said he didn't follow you home like some creep to find out where you live so he could 'check-in' on you periodically

• After a handful of conversations and hang outs, he can't seem to stop thinking about you. Even while still married to his current wife, he'd still fantasize about being married to you instead

• He eventually does divorce his bitch wife so he can have a life with you. This doesn't bother the bitch anyway since she was already cheating on him with Mike J,,,

• Once you two start dating you get to see a softer, more gentle side of Dude. Where he was once a crass and inconsiderate, he has become more understanding and loving. He's surprisingly clingy!

• Before you moved in with Dude (or he moves in with you, whatever you like best) he would always hang out at your place anyway. Hell, he'd even bring over Champ just so he could have both his favorite things with him at the same time.

• (Champ is literally his son he gave birth to, no one can tell him otherwise. Sure Dude can be a little mean to Champ, but what parent doesn't get annoyed of their kids now and then??)

• If Dude moved in with you, then Champ gets upgraded to a house dog and no longer has to rough it outside since his bitch ex-wife didn't like pets. Also Dude still has his trailer and all, but it's more of a 'back-up house' or storage.

• No matter if he moved in with you or you moved in with him. he lets you decorate however you'd like. he's pretty adaptable to most environments since he moved around to a lot of different places growing up. Of course he's still messy and smells, but he tries JUST A LIL harder for you

• "Sorry babe, but my crack comes first."

• Please be understanding of this. He's been through a lot and it helps with a lot of his problems. From his chronic pains throughout his body to his schizophrenic episodes, being unsober helps him relax

• Dude is really nervous about telling you about his schizophrenia. His ex-wife always made his episodes worse by yelling at him that he's crazy or something, so he dreads having to tell you. What if you don't understand? What if you get weirded-out and leave him?? What if you start to see him as a burden?? Oh god what is he supposed to do if you want him to leave?????

• Underneath his cocky and confident facade, he's actually incredibly insecure and scared. Even just the tiniest bit of rejection or negative action from you is like this roman empire. He had stopped caring about what his ex-wife thought of him long before the divorce so nothing she did or said really affected him. But you. Your too special to him. He hangs off your every word

• Dates with him are very,,, intimate? Not in the way you might think of, more of in a 'It's just us' way. He's not exactly a people person so he doesn't want to even see other people while on a date with you

• He probably lands on something like a dinner and a show at home or playing some video games while eating all the junk food in the world together. To be fair, there's not exactly a 'nice' area in Paradise, so most couples just stay inside for things like this anyway.

• No matter what y'all end up doing, you better believe you have his undivided attention. All you got do is say the magic word ("now") and he will give it to you on a silver platter

• Even with how good of a boyfriend he seems to be, Dude is NOT Mr. Perfect. Dude has his bad habits and red-flags too.

• During heated arguments Dude can and will throw something at you, might even threaten to kill you tbh. Watch ur step bc that gun is always loaded with the safety off. Doesn't help he's trigger happy too,,,

• Dude also needs his alone time. Yesyesyes he loves you dearly, but the man still needs his space. Isn't afraid to say something like "Hey I gotta go do something, be back babe" and proceed to just lay in bed for 3 hours (Postal Dude bedrotting)

• It's very hard to get Postal Dude to open up about ANYTHING. Like, after being together for 5 years AND being engaged, your barely learning about his strange and very illegal family tree. Come to think of it, you never even knew he had parents. Yea you know he has to have a mom and dad, but you don't know if they're any good or still in his life.

• During a manic/depressive/crack-endued/schizophrenic episode, he makes it very hard for you to be there for him. He doesn't mean to do this, but it's not like can help it. To you, he's just acting-out, but to him, everyone is trying to hurt him and he's not safe anywhere. Suddenly it's like he's a totally different person, constantly running away from you and hiding. Honestly it might be best for you to just wait it out, maybe offer him some comforting words but still stay away.

• Overall, Postal Dude is a bumbling idiot who just wants to feel accepted by someone

[tornado1992]

Tails was hungry.

Chili dogs were warm, quick to make, and they lasted long. Chili dogs were the answer whenever he didn’t feel like cooking but still neeeded something to eat. Chili dogs were his comfort when Sonic spent too much time traveling without coming by to any of his live-in labs.

Chili dogs were the first warm meal he ever ate. Maybe that’s why they were his comfort food, but who could blame him? Sonic made the best chili dogs in the world!

Sonic wasn’t with him tonight though, but he still needed to eat, he had been pulling several all nighters lately and didn’t even have time to wash the grease off his hands or clean the ash on his face, so chilidogs it was.

He hadn’t found the canned chili brand they liked best, it was harder to find it lately, but he had a can a from a few weeks ago, he was planing on saving it for a special occasion, even if it wasn’t his favorite brand, it was still chilli, and he still preferred skipping a few meals to gather enough ingredients to cook his comfort food when he could finally reach his goal than just inhaling whatever he could find while working.

He hadn’t reached his goal yet, he just needed some more time, and Sonic always told him that eating properly was more important than reaching goals or deadlines.

The bread was kinda hard by now, and flattened to thin pieces for being stocked in a raggedy backpack for way too long, but it was edible, he has eaten way worse things before, he had eaten wet, passed, moldy bread scraps back when he hadn’t met Sonic yet, he could eat something like that right now, so he could eat this no problem. It wasn’t perfect, but Sonic wouldn’t be eating this, so it didn’t have to be perfect.

The hot dog wasn’t the best either, being forced to boil it on an old pot over a tiny campfire instead of frying it in a pan in his usual way to cook chili dogs, but getting a pan meant getting access to steel, and getting access to any kind of metal meant getting access to a weapon, he had to prioritize any weapon he could find, even if they were almost useless against the robot armies that appeared around him almost every hour, and even if it meant not cooking his dinner in Sonic’s favorite style of chili dog.

It was okay, campfire meals brought him the best memories anyways.

He wasn’t secure being outdoors, but almost no place in the world was populated enough to be considered safe, not at this point, not since five months ago. The only place know to not being taken yet being the one he never planned to come back to. So starting a campfire and risking himself to being tracked down by the enemy was still better than coming back to the people that turned their backs on him. Even if coming back could mean a roof over his head, three meals a day, and a warm bed, it still meant accepting he was wrong the day he left. And he wasn’t wrong, he isn’t wrong, he just needs more time, and to have more time required him to eat, and if eating out here would get him more time, It was still better than returning to those who refused to believe him.

He cooked double the amount he would usually eat on his own, back when he was home.

No one would join him for dinner that night. He had been dining alone for some time now.

It was out of habit, he knew exactly how much he should’ve cooked for himself. He could eat it all on his own, it’s not like his stomach would refuse to, hell, he could feel his tummy practically begging for a proper meal, the throbbing pain reminding him of a way worse place than the war zone he was in right now.

He already prepared it, he used all his supplies in this single meal, if he rushed he could finish it quickly and put out the fire before anyone could notice him. That would give him energy, that would give him time.

But he didn’t deserve chili dogs. Not when they were his brother’s favorite meal, not his. Not when he stole food from the resistance’s storage room before abandoning them. Not when his brother could be anywhere, alone, cold, and hungry. Not when there was even the slightest possibility of Sonic actually being dead.

And if he was, it was Tails’ fault.

So if Eggman captured him for standing still, near a campfire, just staring at some freshly cooked chili dogs in Eggman Empire territory… maybe it was for the best.

Maybe he’ll take him to Sonic.

[magiccath]

Christmas with the Doctor

Tenth Doctor x GN!reader

Summary: In which you and the Doctor celebrate Christmas

Traveling time and space constantly had one slightly annoying effect on the Doctor. He had absolutely no concept of time. Days, months, and years were but a loose concept to him. Usually, holidays just happened when he deemed fit. He would waltz into the TARDIS control room and declare that the day was special. Most of the time, you just went along with it. He did things on a whim, and Christmas was no expectation. 

Just last month he decided it was time to set up a Christmas tree. The issue was, he didn’t have a tree. He had random spare robot parts, dog food (but no dog), the entire works of C.S. Lewis, two dead plants, a Santa costume, and 52 blankets hidden away on the ship. But he didn’t have a Christmas tree. 

Determined to find one, he flew the TARDIS back to modern-day London without bothering to land during the correct time of year. He spent a whole day tramping about in the middle of Spring asking around for a Christmas tree. The various amounts of surprised looks and disgruntled shopkeepers explaining it was March didn’t stop him. Eventually, he found a second-hand shop that miraculously had a crappy plastic one in the back. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of an artificial tree, but it would have to do.

You had attempted to point out that he could just pop backward a few months and get a real one at the right time of year, but the Doctor’s mind didn’t think like that. To him, the simplest answer wasn’t always the right one.

Still, you’d helped him carry the big box back to the ship and held the doors open as he dragged it into the control room. You grabbed a cup of tea and leaned against the console to watch gleefully as he struggled to assemble the thing. Eventually, with the help of the Sonic, he got it all sorted out. After a few hours and lots of frustration, he had managed to set up a slightly lopsided plastic tree in the corner. Frankly, it looked a little sad.

“We need ornaments,” he frowned, circling the tree pensively. 

“I don’t suppose you have those.” Considering he didn’t have a tree, it was highly unlikely that he had any other Christmas decorations.

He shook his head, “but we can make some,” he cheered, running about the TARDIS collecting various supplies. You watched him dash about with narrowed eyes, wondering what he meant by that. 

He handed you a pair of scissors and a stack of construction paper, which you used to make paper chains. You sat idly, cutting and folding paper as he continued his rummaging. He’d pop out of the small storage bunkers in the floor every now and then wielding circular hardware and colorful string. 

At one point, he plopped a dismembered Cyberman head on the floor with a loud clunk. 

“What’s that for?” you asked, pointing with the tip of your scissors. 

“Tree topper,” he smiled brightly, popping his head up from the floor, a massive grin plastered on his face. 

You furrowed your brows but didn’t question it any further. Sometimes it was best to just let the Doctor do his thing. You found if you questioned things too much you typically ended up with more questions rather than answers.

Having collected everything that could pass as makeshift ornaments, the Doctor started hanging them on the limp limbs of the plastic tree. He handed you a few ‘ornaments’ and you helped him.

“I think I have some lights,” you mumbled, running off to your room. You came back a few moments later with a string of fairy lights that the Doctor helped you wrap around the tree. 

When you were done, the two of you took a step back to admire your work. It was makeshift and messy at best, but it still made you smile. You looked over at the Doctor and found him grinning back at you. 

“It’s perfect,” you laughed, knowing that you and the Doctor were likely the only people to ever think so. It wasn’t pretty, but it was reflective of your work together, and that was really all that mattered. 

“I agree,” the Doctor smiled, picking you up and spinning you around the control room with a light-hearted laugh.

You had figured that was the rest of Christmas for a while, even if the tree remained in the corner of the control room. That was until the Doctor woke you up with a childish smile. 

“It’s Christmas,” he grinned, tapping your cheek repeatedly. You frowned, eyes blurry from sleep. 

“It’s what?” you grumbled, pushing yourself up on your elbow so you could glare at the Doctor. 

“Christmas,” he stated, smiling at you. 

“Now?” you asked, rubbing sleep from your eyes. The Doctor laughed like you had said something funny and grabbed your hand, yanking you out of bed. Too tired to protest, you allowed him to drag you out of your room and into the control room. 

The lights were dimmed with a yellowish hue. In the corner, the Christmas tree sparkled. Your eyes traveled downward and saw that there was a small pile of presents underneath it. You had placed one or two parcels down there when you first set it up months ago, but the Doctor hadn’t noticed. You figured he would open them when he was ready. 

The Doctor looked at you expectantly, a wide smile taking over his face. You couldn’t help but notice how adorable he was when he got excited.

“Happy Christmas,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around the Doctor’s middle. 

“Happy Christmas!” he cheered back, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. You smiled softly, grateful that the dim lighting could hide your embarrassment. 

“Come on,” he ushered, running over to the tree excitedly, “open your present.” 

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” you blushed, fiddling with your fingers anxiously. The Doctor shook his head in disagreement, “Nonsense.” He placed a brilliantly wrapped package in your hands. You took a moment to turn it over in your hands, admiring the wrapping job. It was neat and perfect, the kind of wrapping you see in Christmas movies. It didn’t seem the Doctor’s style.

“You did this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I worked in a department store briefly.” he shrugged without further explanation, “Open it!” He explained impatiently. 

As you slowly and carefully unwrapped the box, the Doctor continued talking. 

“Remember when we went to that abandoned mall?” He asked, a small glint sparking in his eye.

“The one that was infested with Weeping Angels?” you added with a shiver. It was lucky that the two of you even made it out of that one. You didn’t like thinking about it too much, it was the kind of adventure that left you with nightmares.

“Right, but that’s not the point,” he shook his head vigorously. “You talked about this store almost every mall had when you were a kid,” he grinned at you excitedly, proud of himself for remembering such a small detail. 

“Build-A-Bear?” you asked, sliding the rest of the wrapping paper off of the box.

“That one!” He cheered, snapping his fingers in recognition. “The one where they put the hearts in the bears.” 

You nodded as you opened the box, unsure why he was bringing this up now. When you saw what was inside it became very clear. A gasp escaped your lips as your fingers ghosted around the object in the box.

“Doctor,” you cried, your eyes widening. 

“It made me wonder if I could get you one with two hearts,” he grinned cheekily.  

Your hands squeezed around the bear's chest, and sure enough, there were two hearts inside. “The workers looked at me like I was insane,” He laughed, “The paws are TARDIS blue too,” he pointed out. 

You turned the bear over in your hands, a tear pricking your eyes. 

“Do you like it?” The Doctor asked quietly, scared that it wasn’t as amazing of a gift as he had previously assumed. 

“It’s perfect,” you sniffled, clutching the bear to your chest. It reminded you of the Doctor, of your home on the TARDIS. It was one of the sweetest, most thoughtful gifts that you had ever received. 

You felt a surge of love and threw yourself into the Doctor’s arms, burying your face in his neck. He smelled so much like himself, a scent that had become familiar to you over time.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your warm breath fanning his skin. The Doctor beamed, more than happy that he could make you happy. He could feel his hearts quickening and hoped that you wouldn’t notice.

“I’m glad,” he smiled softly, resting his head in your hair. 

“This puts my gift to shame,” you groaned, pulling away. 

The Doctor looked at you with interest as you fished out your poorly wrapped parcel from under the tree. Compared to the Doctor’s it was a mess - pieces of tape all over, and the paper was more crinkled together than folded. 

“That’s for me?” He asked, shocked that you had gotten him anything. He looked at the parcel like it was the best-wrapped present in the world. 

“Yes, you stupid spaceman,” you teased, handing him the present. He looked down at it with love, running his fingers across the smooth wrapping paper. He couldn’t remember the last time someone got him a present. 

“Go on, open it,” you urged, leaning closer to him with an expectant grin. 

Carefully, so as not to rip the paper, the Doctor unwrapped the small box. Then, he gently lifted the top to reveal his present. Inside, there were three silken ties with stunning patterns etched into the fabric. 

“I got them when we went to that space market,” you explained, “I figured you could use some new ones.” 

“They’re silk,” he gasped, his hands brushing over the fabric lightly. 

You nodded meekly, “A bit nicer than your usual ones.” 

The Doctor looked up at you with a lopsided grin, his hand still running over one of the ties. 

“Help me put it on?” He asked. You laughed, finding the request obscure since he was in pajamas. It felt silly to put a silk tie on over a sleep shirt.

“Sure,” you said anyway, taking the tie from his hands. He had picked out the dark blue one, and if you looked closely you could see delicate ivy leaves patterned on the fabric. Your fingers worked gently and nimbly to knot the tie around his neck, sliding it up gently. 

“There,” you smiled, patting it down so it lay flat. 

The Doctor knew how to tie his own ties. Frankly, he was probably better at it than you. Even still, any chance he got he asked you to do it for him. He’d never admit it, but he liked the proximity of it. Even more, he liked how you bit your lip in concentration as you delicately knotted the fabric together. 

“How do I look?” 

“Handsome,” you smiled brightly. You could have sworn you imagined a rose-colored blush spreading across his cheeks at your compliment, but he turned away before you could be sure. 

“Thank you,” he smiled, taking your hand so he could cradle it gently. 

“You’re very welcome,” you whispered, looking down in embarrassment.

“How about breakfast?” He asked, already excited to move on to the next activity. You watched wide-eyed as he jumped up from his seat, offering a hand to you.

“You made breakfast?” you asked, eyes narrowing. The last time he tried to cook he forgot about the oven and burned the TARDIS kitchen down. The time before that, he left cookies in for way too long and made them all kinds of crispy.

He nodded, “proper English breakfast. Not burned this time.” 

“Really?” you raised an eyebrow, not wanting to get your hopes up.

“Yes,” he laughed, wiggling his outstretched fingers at you. Taking the hint, you grabbed his hand to follow him. 

Sure enough, he had managed to make breakfast without burning anything. Anything that you could see or smell, that is.

“How did you..?” you asked with amazement, looking down at the perfectly cooked meal in front of you. The Doctor just winked in response, leaving you wondering where the food really came from. 

“Also!” He said, cutting off your questioning thoughts. “I found Christmas crackers!” He exclaimed cheerfully, brandishing two bright red crackers in his hands. 

“I love Christmas crackers!” you gasped, taking one from his hand. The Doctor smiled to himself, he knew you did, that’s why he got them. 

“Come on!” you grinned, holding out one end to the Doctor, “help me open it.” 

The Doctor smiled himself, it was hard not to when you were this happy. He helped you pull open both crackers. He even let you put one of the silly paper crowns on him. 

“They’re the best part,” you smiled, sliding one on top of his head. The Doctor looked up at you with thinly veiled adoration. 

“Are they?” He asked with a lopsided smile. 

You blushed and nodded before plopping back down in your seat, already scooping bits of food onto your fork. 

“Thank you for this,” you whispered, looking down into your food. 

“For what?” The Doctor laughed. 

“All of this,” you said, gesturing with your fork, “the tree, the present, the crackers.” 

“It was nothing,” The Doctor shook his head. To him, it really wasn’t much. He would do anything for you, making sure you had a good Christmas was just a small service.

“Thank you anyway,” you grinned, taking his hand gently. The Doctor smiled softly back at you and rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand comfortingly. 

“Best Christmas ever,” you beamed happily, and you meant it.

A/N: I hope you all have a wonderful holiday!!

[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Would A Delibird Make A Good Pet?

For no particular reason, it’s time to cover delibird! A delibird would indeed make a good pet, though caring for one would come with some interesting quirks.

At nearly three feet tall, delibirds are certainly taller than I assumed, but they’re certainly not too large to fit in most homes. While, due to their resemblance to real-world penguins, one may worry about how well delibirds can handle warmer climates, have no fear: this species prefers cooler climates but is able to withstand the weather of locations as warm as the Alola Region (Sun)! One thing to keep in mind is that a delibird would most likely prefer to rest somewhere up high. Wild delibirds build their nests at the edge of sharp cliffs (Silver), indicating a surprising skill in either flight or climbing.

Delibirds have been known to get along great with humans, which isn’t surprising given their happy-go-lucky attitude and generosity. You see, this pokémon loves to share their food with humans and other pokémon, especially those in need (Diamond/Pearl/Platinum). There’s even tales of a delibird using their food storage to help a famous explorer reach the top of Mount Everest (Ruby/Sapphire)! This is a result of natural instinct: wild delibirds spend a lot of their time gathering food to carry back to their young in their bag-like tails (Silver). Delibirds aren’t picky about their food as they are omnivorous (Ultra Sun), which should make it easier to find the best way to feed them.

Their scavenging behavior won’t be without its difficulties, however. Delibirds are said to always be scrounging for food to share (Moon), so don’t be surprised when anything your delibird can reach that they think is food disappears into the folds of their tail, be it actually edible or not! You must also be prepared to graciously accept gifts that may not be the tastiest to you, like bug pokémon that they find outside (Ultra Sun). Just as you would need to keep your food away from a curious child, dog, or cat, you would need to make sure your delibird doesn’t get their hands on anything dangerous or precious. On the bright side, unless they’ve already eaten your missing item, you’ll always know where they’re hiding it!

Delibirds aren’t very dangerous at all. They can only naturally learn two moves: Present and Drill Peck. Drill Peck might hurt, sure, but given the species’ small beaks it would be far from lethal. Present, on the other hand, depends on what your delibird has managed to get their hands on. In a pinch, wild delibirds defend themselves by lobbing whatever they’re carrying at enemies to fend them off (Crystal). If a pet delibird tried to use Present to attack, what they’d be able to throw is entirely dependent on what they’re able to find. Not to victim-blame, but it’d kinda be on you. Thankfully, delibirds seem to only be violent if attacked (Crystal), so the chances of ending up in this situation are low.

Delibirds are small-ish, kind-hearted, nonviolent pokémon with a quirky lifestyle that may delight or annoy, depending on who you are. Overall, however, I’d wager that they’d make pretty good pets.

[snowdice]

Envisage a Better Place to Sleep, Virgil! (Part 2) [Part of the Envisage Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Roman & Virgil

Characters: Roman, Virgil

Summary: A collection of mini fics detailing all of the times Roman has found Virgil… sleeping in odd places after moving in together.

Chapter Summary: Virgil goes from best to worst roommate in a matter of seconds.

Notes: Superhero AU, Fluff, Inappropriate Sleeping Places

This takes place after Best Laid Plans and is part of the Labeled Universe.

When Roman returned to the apartment from his superhero exploits, he was exhausted. He’d had to run all over the city because a villain had released a flock of robotic murder birds, and Roman had had to catch all of them before they achieved their purpose. It had been like a city-wide game of Duck Hunt, except Roman had been using his fists instead of a gun and the half a dozen police officers wearing tactical gear took the role of the dog, scaring the birds out into the open, and then picking up the pieces after Roman took them down.

It was now 3am and Roman had class at 8:30am. Yet, he knew if he collapsed into bed right now, he’d be in for a mega migraine in the morning. He’d burned far too many calories and, even though he didn’t even feel hungry at this point, he could feel the effects on his body already. If he slept for 4 hours, he’d pay for it.

So, he forced himself to walk to the kitchen and flip on the lights. He was about to grab one of those horrible, but necessary, energy bars his moms always made sure he had, but then saw a note on the counter.

Calorie enriched mac and cheese in fridge. Blue Tupperware.

-Virgil

“Fucking, bless you, Virgil,” Roman mumbled to himself, turning to the fridge. It was nice to be roommates with someone who knew about his superhero work. The Tupperware container was right there as promised, and Virgil had even put it in one of the microwave safe bowls, so Roman popped off the lid and put it in the microwave. When stirring it halfway through, he noticed there was even bacon in it. Virgil got the best roommate reward tonight.

When the food was warm, he grabbed it and took it to the living room. He fell heavily onto the couch. The couch grunted in surprise.

Roman was on his feet in a second, the fork in his hand going flying, though he managed to keep a grip on the bowl of food. He was even more freaked out when he noticed he had not, in fact, sat on someone. No one was on the couch.

“Uh…” he said, stumped.

But then there was the sound of movement and suddenly dark eyes were peering up at him from the floor.

“You’re under the couch?!” Roman shrieked. There was some space under the couch, enough that he’d thought of getting one of those rolling storage compartment for under it, but there wasn’t that much space. “I didn’t even think you could fit under there!”

Virgil grunted. “Barely.”

“Why do you do these things to me?” Roman bemoaned as his heartrate started to slowly calm. He found he wasn’t tired anymore.

“Why don’t you eat at the kitchen table?” Virgil returned, wiggling back into his place under the couch.

“You are the worst roommate ever!” Roman declared.

“Just eat your mac and cheese, Prince Dumbass,” came from the monster under the couch.

Roman just sighed and picked his fork up from the floor. He considered going to get another, but then shrugged. He was a bit more cautious when sitting on the couch this time and did not get a sound of protest.

He ended up falling asleep on the top of the couch minutes after finishing his bowl of macaroni while his roommate slept below.

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Labeled Master Post.

My Masterpost.

[eternalglitch]

Can you tell me about your rats? You have any favourite pictures of the? ^^

My phone storage is half rat photos. I'll go into the creatures under the read more.

I brought home Kili and Ori in early August, 2021. They were sisters, and my intended 7th and 8th rats after a break from owning any due to college.

Unfortunately, there was a slight mishap where their litter sexually matured a week early and surprise... I ended up with eight extra rats two weeks later.

Although Ori took to motherhood without an issue, Kili's three (rat) kittens did not make it past the first 24 hours. As a result, the breeder and I decided to give back Ori to raise her litter until they could be adopted that October.

Rats are not usually able to be kept alone, however, and Kili had been huddled in a corner, unresponsive, after her loss. In an attempt to help her, Thorin was adopted and introduced as my 9th rat while Ori was MIA.

(^ day 1 of Thorin and Kili being introduced.)

They bonded very quickly, and when reintroduced to Ori two months later, all three got along great.

Personality wise, they're all fairly distinct, although the sisters resemble each other a bit more for obvious reasons.

Ori is the most excited to be picked up and held, and will come running for any attention. She is the common culprit that chews holes in my clothes, and has the least interest in high energy activities (I've never seen her use the wheel in their cage.) She enjoys splashing around in their water bowl with her paws and making a mess. She'll also insist on taking all of the bedding at the bottom of the cage and stuffing it in the hammocks.

Kili is the most cuddly of my trio, and I rarely get pictures of just her because she is often curled up with one of the other two rats. She's the most likely to come sleep on my lap when I have them out at night, and boggles the most. She has a funny habit of squirreling away all of the food, so when I feed them in the morning she takes all of the food, puts it in a corner, and the other two just know to go take from her storage. Lately the others have been overgrooming her a bit so she's often missing patches of fur on her shoulder blades despite my best attempts.

Finally we have Thorin, who is the most unique rat I've ever had both markings-wise and personality-wise. She's a bit more like a cat while the other two are more like pocket dogs; she detests being picked up and will only briefly tolerate it to be moved to the play area, and is not particularly interested in being pet, either. What she does do is come running over to lick my hands and arms. It's not unusual for me to be minding my own business and she'll grab my hand / bite my finger to drag it closer to her so she can start grooming me. Incredibly silly animal. She spends hours on the wheel in their cage every night and is half of the weight of Ori, so I can always tell when she's the one perched on my leg.

[empireofthestates]

If you are one of the people who will be directly affected by Project 2025 - if you are transgender, a woman, lgbtqia+, an immigrant, or atheist, I strongly encourage you to formulate an escape/survival plan.

IF YOU PLAN TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY:

Join expat groups on Faceb00k. People will often post housing, job offers, or general advice in these groups that may be beneficial when moving. (Expat groups I'm in: Mexico: 1, 2, 3, 4 / Canada: 1, 2, 3 / Sweden: 1, 2 / Germany: 1, 2)

Apply for a U.S. Passport. As it currently stands, you can't travel to many places internationally without one. If you are trying to move before refugee status is available, this document will become necessary. Passports are still backed up right now, and can take months to arrive. If you are able, start applying now!

Brush up on any marketable skills. Look into the country you want to move to and see if you have any skills they are in need of! Lots of countries will often expedite your immigration status if you have skills they need.

Make sure you can take your pets with you. Lots of countries have breed restrictions (for instance, the U.K. has banned pitbulls and other bully breeds). Make sure that wherever you are going, you can take your pets. Look into travel options for dogs (airline, cruise, etc.) If you can't take your pets, make a plan to leave them with someone stateside who will take care of them. Do your best to minimize the risk of them ending up at a shelter.

Buy a house in your desired country. Many countries, such as Portugal, view buying property in their country as a verifiable means of immigration. Many countries also have lower housing prices than the U.S. so it may be more financially feasible than buying stateside.

Move closer to the border. If you plan to move somewhere that shares a land border with the U.S., consider moving closer to that border. My partner and I are currently looking at moving from South Carolina to Washington state so that if the time comes, we are that much closer to the border.

Figure out how you're going to get there. If you are driving, (Canada, Mexico), look into importing your car. Canada has specific regulations about what kinds of cars are allowed to be imported due to their strict environmental protection laws.

Learn the language. Duolingo and YouTube University are both free!

IF YOU CAN'T LEAVE THE COUNTRY, STILL FORMULATE A PLAN:

Create a community. Make friends with people of a similar mindset as you. Collaborate amongst each other to keep each other safe. Create groups in your local area. Meet at the library or a local park. Make connections and allies so when the time comes, you are not alone.

Find out what assets you can liquidate quickly for extra cash. If you have things like gold jewelry, keep those. Gold is often better than cash (especially if inflation keeps going up). However, gaming consoles, collectibles, and antiques may be easily sold/pawned if you need to get cash quickly. Make notes of what valuables you have.

Learn survival skills. Maybe not completely necessary, but rather safe than sorry. Learn how to build a shelter, start a fire, and forage. I did most of my survival training at a YMCA. YouTube and your local library are also great places to look!

Create spaces in your home where you can hide things. Make false bottoms in dresser drawers. Make a false wall in your closet or a hidden crawlspace access.

Stockpile the things you need. If you need certain meds to function, try to find alternative ways to get them. If you have the money to buy extra canned food, put them away in storage. If you smoke, stockpile cigarettes or other tobacco products. Those may also be helpful for trading later.

Protect yourselves. If you have no other choice, find a way to protect yourself if the time comes. Whether that is through allies or weapons, PROTECT YOURSELF. At the end of the day, your life is more important than your politics. Don't be a Batman when N@zis are on the loose.

MOST IMPORTANTLY:

Do not lose hope! More than anything, people have the "indomitable human spirit." When push comes to shove, humanity fights back. Generations before us have fought to protect themselves before, and we will do it again. Our communities will survive.

[homeproduct]

Unleash Freshness: The Pawsitively Essential Guide to Dog Food Storage!

Hey Tumblr Pet Pals! 🐾🌈

Your furry friend's health and happiness start with what's in their bowl, and that means having the best dog food storage on the block! 🍲✨ In our latest post, we're diving into the world of kibble-keeping with the "12 Best Dog Food Storage Bins: Keep Your Pet's Food Fresh."

From airtight wonders to chic containers, we've fetched the top picks that combine functionality and flair. 🏡💖 But it's not just about style – discover why proper storage is crucial for preserving nutrients, preventing staleness, and even saving you some bones in the long run!

Curious about the best way to keep your pup's kibble fresh and fabulous? Click the link below and let's embark on a journey to paw-some mealtime moments! 🐶🍽️

#BestDogFoodStorage #PetParents #TumblrPets #HealthyPups #DogFoodie 🐾🌟

[curator-on-ao3]

Tag Game: First 10 Lines Challenge

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Thank you so much for tagging me, @deadheaddaisy! ❤️

1. The fabric over her cage is supposed to be soundproof, but Number One burrowed a hole years ago, a toothpick plucked from the open-mouthed snoring of her then-owner and maneuvered to separate tightly knit threads just enough to be able to hear what’s going on. Toothpick returned, the owner none the wiser, Number One could better anticipate when she might be hit or pushed into or sold.

Malleable and Unmalleable Orders, Mirror Pikeone, E

2. The kitchen in their quarters is tiny, a prep island that serves as the main source of counter space hemmed in by the food storage unit and oven. Perhaps, if appliance doors could fully open without almost scraping the island, the whole thing might be charmingly cozy.

Or if the kitchen was for two people instead of the four pilots who live in the shared cabin, just one room with upper and lower bunks built into the bulkheads.

Something Sweet, Pikeuna, G

3. “Vulcan ship approaching to port. Not science or exploration, probably a passenger vessel.” Erica calls out the alert, fingers quick on the piloting console that once was Una’s. “This is weird.”

This Time: A Love Story, Pikeuna, E

4. The wall to my quarters opens. 

Not the door. 

The wall. 

99 Pegasi, Pikeuna, T

5. “It’s like shrinking,” Gloria says, and Phil could crawl inside a magician’s coffin, bang his fists on the interior lid (not to be confused with the secret divider that allows the magician’s assistants to appear to be one person to allow the trick to work) because Gloria is right.

Grief is like shrinking.

Real Estate, Gloria Delgado-Pritchett/Phil Dunphy, Modern Family, T

6. Her knees collapse, a crouch not a fall, her eyes searching for the source of the weapon. She’s highly trained, but his sniper position is almost invisible — the small, high window of a skinny tower on the periphery of the bazaar. 

Disarmed, Mirror Pikeuna, E, the start of what I wrote after prompt text began the story

7. “Do you think Paris has changed much?” Will’s gaze seems to follow the automatic watering vehicles that fly along the straight lines of vines that extend outward from Château Picard. The soil is spongy under Una’s boots, sauntering steps alongside Will, slants of afternoon sunlight, rainbows shimmering in moisture the watering vehicles apply to grape leaves, the dog Number One keeping pace with the two humanoids.

The animal’s species is a dog, right?

One to Make Us Whole, Number One | Una Chin-Riley & Number One | Will Riker & Number One | Jean Luc Picard’s Dog, friendship, G

8. “Try it like this.” Chris’ arm slides alongside Una’s, delicate fingers that slow her shake of seasoning into the simmering sauce. There’s a soft press of his chest to her shoulder blades, ballet-like movements of culinary reverence that help her faster reflexes find calm.

A Little Love, Here and There, Pikeuna, T, a “drabble pyramid” of a ficlet each at 100, 200, 300, 400, and 500 words exactly; with five separate first lines I chose the opening I like best

9. Chris left that part out of the official report: the fantasies. 

Not Starfleet’s business.

Not anyone’s business.

Not even his business.

It’s cruel to plumb someone’s thoughts, to share their secrets and watch for a reaction — a reaction Number One barely gave; irritation, if that, not the red-cheeked humiliation he would have felt if that had been done to him. So it’s right to ban travel to Talos IV. No one should ever have to endure that sort of mental pillage ever again.

Nope, never again.

Ever.

Except … ahem.

Fantasies? About him? From the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen?

Truth is a Fantasy, Pikeuna • Pikeone, T

10. “This was amazing, Mom.” Chris settles back in his chair, pancake crumbs and a streak of leftover egg on his plate, the sun bright through the kitchen windows. “Thanks.”

Youthful Exuberance (Some Kind of Love), Pikeuna, E

Pattern analysis: These mostly begin with action or a scene-setting description or both. Descriptions are so the story start can convey that the setting is unusual and therefore relevant to the action about to unfold. Half are quotes and the other half are narrative. My dream is that all of them make a reader want to know more and therefore keep reading. 🫶

No pressure tags: @pc-corner, @divinemissem13, @elephant-in-the-pride-parade, @emilie786, @grissomesque, @fiadorable, @lorcaswhisky, @enterprise-come-in, @marymoss1971, @starrybouquet, @sun-lit-roses, and the many people I’m forgetting because I love to be tagged but get tag anxiety when tagging others. If you want to play, please consider yourself tagged! 🥳

[shitouttabuck]

What WIPs do you have right now and what's a little snip or just something about them (how you came up with the idea, what you're excited about, what you're listening to as you write, what you're struggling with, etc.)? Also, what's your favorite snack food?

HI okay this is a big answer but i’m taking you at face value that you actually wanna know haha !! popping them under the cut for anyone who doesn’t

1. current wips are: christmas fic (love you like a dog sequel) / sickfic / madney wedding bed sharing (another. lol) / fuck you buckley parents (tbh i’ve forgotten what i wanted to write here) / kissing bruises prompt (for @eddiebabygirldiaz) / cruise disaster fight fic (nina writing non-crack? alert the papers alert bella hadid)

2. a snip from xmas fic:

“Oh,” Buck grins. “Best friend’s cool older brother situation, huh?” Eddie makes a face at him.  “She did look pretty happy to see you,” Buck shrugs, leaning his forearms on the trolley handle. “Mm,” Eddie looks at him. “S’that why you rubbed yourself all over me?” “No,” Buck says haughtily. “It’s just been a while since I rubbed myself all over you. Figured now was as good a time as any to catch up.” He grins when Eddie rolls his eyes and hip-checks him, making the trolley wobble and veer left. The first time Buck had gotten all up in Eddie’s space like this, cheeky and dimpled and all oh I didn’t see you there as he wrapped himself around Eddie for everyone to see, it had been during a charity drive at the station. Eddie’d bundled him into a storage closet to kiss him exasperatedly about it for a bit and said, “Why don’t you just take a leak on me, let everyone know who I belong to?” Buck looked like he was having a stroke then, jaw slack and eyelashes trembling. He’d been pink in the tops of his cheeks for the whole day after, sneaking looks at Eddie when he thought he wasn’t aware.

3. i usually come up with dialogue first and stories sort of form around it? OR i hear a song and think of a lyric title and build it based on that. like for cruise disaster fic (which i’m not sharing yet) i heard a song, thought of dialogue in one particular scene, and went from there.

im really excited about that one i think! i’ve been enjoying writing a lot recently (idk if you can tell from the. Three fics i’ve posted this month lmfao)

i can’t listen to anything while writing i get super distracted!!

struggling with: xmas fic and idk why. i’ve written the entire first half, plotted the entire second half in bullet points but just struggling to write it out. anyone got any advice for that block i am desperate!! really wanna post it

4. fave snack food anything dipped in hummus orrr green mango sliced with salt and chilli powder :)

[maracujatangerine]

Ohhhh, for the ask game I'd like to suggest a Special Treat of their choice for Brutus please. :D

72. A well-earned reward

CW: aftermath of violence, institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

Master unclipped the hook from the metal ring on the guard dog’s black collar. He was beaming.

“Good job, boy!”

Wayland Jones even clapped the muscular pet on the shoulder, before Brutus obediently stepped into the cage.

“Thank you, Master!” The wave of pride and joy that rose within him was almost enough to wash away the pain from countless cuts and bruises. “I live to serve.”

“And serve well you did! You winning today gave me quite a tidy sum.” With a flourish, he handed over a white paper bag. “Don’t say that I’m not grateful. I brought you your favourite treat.”

“Thank you, thank you so much, Master.”

The door to the cage clanged shut and Wayland closed the padlock with a sharp click. He turned away, humming to himself as he was walking down the row of cages, like cells or storage compartments with concrete floors, each floor-to-ceiling space divided by wooden supports and chicken wire. As it was still early in the evening, the other cages were empty.

Brutus stood to attention, respectfully keeping his gaze on his Master through all the chicken wire until Wayland Jones passed out of view.

Not until then did he allow himself to gingerly sit down on the bare concrete floor. Master would be gone for many hours, drinking and gambling and celebrating his victory.

Brutus turned his mind away from the unpleasant feeling of sweat and crusted blood drying on his skin. He was still fortunate. Each cage had chains bolted to the floor for more unruly fighters, but Master had not decided to use them for his pet.

With eager anticipation, Brutus pulled out a white styrofoam box from the bag. His Master had been generous, there was a bottle of water in the bag too, but the fighter’s attention was rapt as he opened the box.

Oh, joy of joys. The feast inside exceeded even his most extravagant hopes. A fluffy bubble waffle, filled with fruit salad with strawberries, banana, chunks of apple and pear, rich vanilla and chocolate ice cream, whipped cream and chocolate sauce drizzled on top.

Ignoring the sharp iron smell of the blood on his hands, Brutus immersed himself in enjoying the waffle. The perfect balance between crispiness and a soft interior waffle, fresh fruit, the refreshing cool of the ice cream and the intense sweetness of the chocolate sauce. It was heaven.

As Brutus was eating, footsteps approached.

“You should be grateful I dragged your fleabag ass to the vet.” A man‘s angry voice. “A dislocated shoulder is no excuse for losing like that. No reward for you tonight, Jazz.”

The owner unceremoniously unclipped the blonde guard dog’s leash and clanged the door shut. After making sure the padlock held, he walked away without a backwards glance.

Brutus’ opponent gave him a resentful side eye and sat down at the far end of his cage, curling himself protectively around his right arm bound up in a sling.

Brutus watched him from the corner of his eye. It had been a fair fight, one could almost say it had been a good fight. He and Jazz were evenly matched. There had been some extra skill, Brutus prided himself, but he had to admit that it was mostly luck calling the shots of the outcome tonight.

Thoughtfully, the guard dog tore off a piece of the remaining waffle. It was not the best piece, not the soft middle part drenched in melting ice cream, but still a hefty chunk with a good amount of chocolate sauce and a few pieces of fruit on it.

He took it gingerly between a thumb and index finger, careful to not get too much of the crusted blood on the food. Then, he reached out towards the fence between them.

“Do you want a piece?”

The other fighter watched him warily, but gave him a curt nod. Slowly, with his blue eyes on Brutus’ face, he approached the barrier.

Jazz grabbed the proffered food quickly, as if he had expected it to be snatched away at the last moment. Then, he sat down, wincing, and took a bite of the treat.

“Thank you.”

They ate the remaining pieces of the waffle in silence, side by side in their cages.

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Thank you for this intriguing ask @shiningstarofwinter 💖 I hope you’ll enjoy it. ☺️

Fun facts

Bubble waffles (gai daan jai) are originally from Hong Kong and were invented in the 1950’s. It was most likely a way for businesses to use unsold eggs and flour.

In the beginning, people usually couldn’t afford a whole waffle. Instead, larger waffles were made and sold so that one would just buy one bubble as a snack.

Bubble waffles were seen as healthy and nutritious. (If you have problems with affording enough calories, a waffle stuffed with eggs is a pretty good choice.)

Bubble waffles were traditionally sold plain, but now they are eaten with all sorts of fillings and often used as an ice cream cone.

Do you have more fun facts about bubble waffles? Have you tried them, and if so, what did you think?

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[outerfeathers-creates]

I finally finished my minecraft house in my survival world :]

Exterior photos:

I’m not usually a pink fan, but I love how it looks. The roof is looking a bit off to me tho, but I’ll take it

interior photos:

(don’t mind all the dogs)

I have an enchantment corner, a place for food and crafting, some decor, a storage wall, a small room for potions (may add more there later), a small balcony for my bed, a place for smelting, disenchanting, and stone cutting, also two armor stands for extra armor I may get from checking out structures. I also have a cage for Armie (an armadillo I kept for dog armor)

I’m not the best builder, I just like to have a place for safety and shelter, especially storage

soon I’ll work on my nether base, I gotta make it bigger than it is tbh

[pielove123clan]

50 Writing Starters I Got From This Random Children's Writing Book I Found Cleaning My Room. (All of them)

1. How would you play in a puddle?

2. How would you make three wishes?

3. How would you capture a mouse?

4. How would you move your belongings? (Word bank: boxes, heavy, toys, pets, family, storage, bed)

5. How would you walk to school?

6. How would you catch a butterfly?

7. How would a superhero marry a princess?

8. How would you catch a shooting star? (Word bank: sky, bright, luck, wish, moon, leap, dream.)

9. How would you eat brussel sprouts?

10. How would you make a garden?

11. How would you work on a farm?

12. How would you explore the world? (Word bank: voyage, travel, map, ship, airplane, crew, compass)

13. How would elepants take baths?

14. How would a hippo get his teeth cleaned? (Word bank: mouth, dentist, floss, toothbrush, molars, braces, fluoride)

15. How would a deer fly?

16. How would pigs make mud pies?

17. How would you make a sandwich? (Word Bank: bread, cheese, peanut butter, meat, spread, ketchup, lunch box)

18. How would an apple pie smell?

19. How would you ice-skate?

20. How would you drive a car?

21. How would you relax?

22. How would you pack your backpack? (Word bank: pencils, books, folders, homework, straps, zipper, calculator )

23. How would you teach a class?

24. How would you sing in a chior?

25. How would you travel around the world?

26. How would you catch a lizard? (Word Bank: tail, cage, scaly, food, climb, run, trap

27. How would you eat all the ice cream in the world?

28. How would you teach a dog a trick?

29. How would you make the best pizza in the world?

30. How would you drive a race car? (Word Bank: helment, uniform, fast, tires, pit crew, finnish line, winner's circle)

31. How would you go to the beach?

32. How would you organize your toys?

33. How would you go fishing?

34. How would you talk to the president? ( Word Bank: important, White House, telephone, conversation, visit, message, meeting )

35. How would you cat be a princess?

36. How would it rain all the time?

37. How would a gifaffe wear clothes?

38. How would you dress for Halloween? (Word Bank: costume, trick-or-treat, candy, parents, spooky, neighborhood, friends)

39. How would you run a marathon?

40. How would the weather be in your dreams?

41. How would you climb a tree?

42. How would you fly with birds? (Word Bank: wings, food, nest, sky clouds, worms, chirp)

43. How would you make a flower grow?

44. How would you find honey?

45. How would you fly a plane?

46. How would you sail a sailboat? (Word Bank: wind, rudder, sails, ocean, waves, storm, life jacket)

47. How would you drive a train?

48. How would you fill your calender for a month?

49. How would you change your name?

50. How would you dress to go to a ball? (Word Bank: formal, dress, suit, dancing, dinnerm occasion, attire)