#fried boogers

[everythingseasoning]

What the JJK men eat for breakfast

[Y’all already know what Gojo’s one is gonna be like… ]

Warnings: none! Pure fluff <3

Nanami - A medley of things: usually his breakfast consists of salmon and rice, yogurt with berries, and a leafy salad with extra kale and tomatoes. Nanami starts the day off right, ensuring he’s got enough energy to get through the day with the grueling task of fighting curses. —After all, Nanami takes his job seriously & his goal is to save people; Nanami eats well so that he’s not in a weaker state— in the case that his energy level is the difference between somebody living or dying. [bonus note: Nanami carries protein bars and runner’s gel on him at all times, in case he needs a pick me up.]

Choso - the traditional Japanese breakfast of miso soup, fish, pickled vegetables, and rice. This breakfast array is filling for the stomach, and satisfying for the tastebuds, while also being healthy and a great way to start off the day with lots of energy! —These things are important to Choso, at least nourishment is important for him to serve to his brothers. He also enjoys this typical Japanese breakfast when he’s not totally neglecting himself while in search of his brothers. [bonus note: Hundreds of years ago, Choso used to cook for his younger brothers, juggling making meals with a bunch of other things. So, he can do lots filling & healthy recipes.]

Toji - this booger will eat anything he can find. He ain’t doin no meal prep the night before. He worries about it the day of. [bonus note: he’s gotten his breakfast by stealing lunch boxes from unsuspecting children more times than he can count.] [bonus note two: Toji actually really enjoys the typical western breakfast of bacon and eggs, toast, and coffee. He would eat this a lot back when his wife was still alive.]

Geto - this pretty prince likes having a solid meal for breakfast, something both nourishing and enjoyable. His favorite breakfast meal is fried rice with lots of meat bits, miso soup, green tea, and a salad. [bonus note: Though Geto doesn’t have a sweet tooth to the extent Gojo does, Geto does enjoy a pastry in his breakfast a few times a week.]

Gojo - He loves donuts for breakfast. They’re just such a sweet treat— he loves that it’s sugary glaze (or chocolate) melts on his tongue like a shot of liquid happiness, as the first taste he experiences in the morning. Gojo will also have a berry smoothie to accompany his sweet tooth. He honestly doesn’t eat super ravenously, so this suffices as a breakfast for the almighty Satoru Gojo. [bonus note: back when Satoru and Suguru were in each others’ lives, on top of his own, Satoru would often end up eating whatever Suguru was having for breakfast.]

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teehee I did toji dirty— or did I? (Nah he did this to himself).

Comment for a part two for the JJK students!

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➜ M’s JJK masterlist

Taglist: @satorulicious (it’s a small headcanon but I hope u like the Gojo part!) @kapeeshkapoosh (ily <3 hope you like hehe) and @sysysysysysysysysysysysysysy (from my taglist!)

[glacierclear]

leon kennedy headcanons (things he would do that arent positive)(lighthearted/don't take these too seriously)

- he would leave the toilet seat up

- and he would never put the toilet paper roll in the right way

- he'd get up and leave in the middle of any conversation that upsets him (like, in the middle of his partner trying to talk to him about difficult topics)

- he would sneeze/cough like a dad

- he would wear socks until they have holes in the toes

- he would grab you a little too hard when he's nervous about your safety. in that weird helicopter partner way.

- .......passive aggression

- bad at communication. doesn't text or call enough. can't take a compliment.

- emotionally unavailable as fuck

- he would leave a sliver of milk left in the carton and put it back into the fridge instead of just drinking the rest

- on that note; drinks straight out of the bottle or jug. like, standing in front of the open fridge. (I do this too lmao)

- would get mad if you give him gifts that are too expensive.

- mega light sleeper.

- kicks in his sleep.

- I have no evidence to support this but I think this man picks out the veggies in his fried rice.

- doesn't separate the colors in the washing machine

- maybe a little road rage. as a treat.

- wouldn't know the difference between an alligator and a crocodile

- so sweaty. even when he's asleep. sweaty sweaty man.

- wouldn't let you even split the cost of any meal he takes you too. (maybe positive or negative depending on who you are)

- hogs the blanket

- falls asleep during movies sometimes (you're happy he's getting some rest but goddammit leon this is plot relevant dialogue you're missing)

- wouldn't tell you if you have a booger hanging out of your nose

- his feet are so fucking cold leon get your toes off of me I'm gonna die

[supernova25]

Pet names they use

a/n: ill publish a fic soon i promise (dont be surprised if its scara) masterlist

c/w: maybee ooc?? idk, not proof read btw!

scaramouche

do you actually think this man would use pet names

he’d either use your nickname or would just use your name

or just anything mean

he calls you idiot, im convinced

dont be surprised if he suddenly calls you peasant one day /hj

xiao 

also doesn't use pet names

but i feel like if he finds out you like a certain pet name he’d use it

but if you don't he’d just use your name or your nickname(if you don’t have one he’s making one for you)

kaeya 

darling, princess, love, anything tbh

he does use the pet names like darling or love more

if there's a certain pet name you like he’d use it

he doesn't really like using your name or your nickname, doesn't like hearing you use his name either, he’d like it if you use a pet name for him

albedo 

darling or love.

PERIOD.

but he usually puts your name before it

its basically like “y/n, love” or “y/n, darling”

unlike kaeya, because kaeya just goes darling or love without having your name before the pet name

childe 

i feel like he’d use babe a lot

100% uses those weird pet names to tease you

by weird pet names i mean the “pookie wookie sugar booger bear, my sweet wittle baby waby, my oreo mcflurry and fries”

sorry, got too carried away

but he uses babe a lot

only uses the weird pet names on text

kaveh

pookie

/srs 

doesnt matter if you hate it or not

he uses pookie

or those weird pet names

diluc 

dearest, love, darling

or anything similar to that

he’s similar to albedo, he puts your name before the pet name

“y/n, dearest” “y/n, love” “y/n, darling”

[steviewashere]

Goofballs

Rating: General CW: Referenced Recreational Drug Use (Marijuana) Tags: Pre-Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is a Dork, Eddie Munson is a Dork, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Veiled Love Confessions (Sort of), Mutual Pining, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is watching them do the stupidest things and falling harder for them every time."

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1 —

Steve doesn’t allow anybody (sans maybe Nancy and Jonathan) to eat in his car. Robin often talked through a mouthful, pieces of fries and burger buns spraying onto his dashboard. The buttheads left their trash laying about the backseat, no matter how many times they’ve been reminded to throw it away. And Eddie…

Well, he loses his eating in the Beemer privileges today.

It’s a couple hours since he’s been discharged. Body considered stitched up and healed enough to leave the 1986 bat attack behind, though Steve know it quite literally wouldn’t. A week before May, tail end of April.

And Eddie suggests picking up a few items from the nearby diner. He orders a chocolate shake, cheeseburger and fries, and some containers of ketchup. And Steve gets his usual; cheeseburger with extra crispy fries, strawberry shake with extra whip, and honey mustard if they have it.

All goes well for a while. Eddie digs into his food earlier than Steve expected, as he thought they were going out the quarry for a little picnic. He doesn’t have enough time between when they resettle in the car and when he starts it to tell Eddie that he isn’t allowed to eat in the car. But decides, instead of saying anything, that he’ll figure out if Eddie is one of the people he can trust to eat in his car.

Listen, Steve’s no better about eating in his car. His steering wheel gets covered in grease and he’ll often drop crumbs down at his feet, there’s a couple straggler stains from sauces that couldn’t be contained. But for the most part, Steve cleans up. It’s fine. Everything’s fine with Eddie in the car.

Until he says, after a dangerous laughing fit, “Steve, dude, stop being funny! You’re gonna make me spray shake from my nose!”

Steve, horrified, keeps his gaze on the road but the shaking to his voice when he asks, “What?”

Instead of repeating himself, Eddie goes on with whatever he was going to do. He grabs two straws, ones that were extra on the diner’s counter, unwraps them, and stuffs one in each of his nostrils. “Haha, booger contraption!” He exclaims, laughing at himself. And then, he suckles down some of his chocolate shake. The dark brown, now lukewarm, very sticky shake. The straws still up his nose, stupidly endearing.

Though, maybe none of this would’ve been a problem had Steve not opened his mouth a mere thirty seconds later. Reciting down to the minute details something absolutely disgusting and hilarious Dustin did while Steve was at work. Explaining how in the quiet lulls of his shift, Steve would repeat Dustin’s words in his head. And at one point, laughed so hard that he stumbled into a nearby shelf, several tapes falling from their perches, thudding down onto his head.

It almost happens in slow motion. Almost. Except, Eddie laughs. With his belly, his chest, his head, with his everything. Cackling so hard he shakes the frame of the car. Choking on his shake, body convulsing against the seat with his giggles. He laughs so hard he turns red in the face, crying, a sputtering mess. Then, the slow motion trigger is pulled. From his nose, through those white diner straws, comes two dark brown waterfalls of pure chocolate shake. Spilling and burning their way through Eddie’s nostrils.

The mess splatters to the leather seat below Eddie’s ass. Onto the floor. Some stray spatters on the gearshift and the radio and the glovebox. He stops abruptly, jolting in his place, wide eyed and terrified when he locks eyes with Steve.

Steve, for all his bitching about keeping his car clean, laughs himself. Enough that he pulls off to the side of the road, forehead resting on his steering wheel, hands loose between his knees. Back arching and bouncing. Shoulders hitching and falling. Laughing himself silly into the horn.

Eddie barely makes a sound next to him. Small, short breaths. Then, he panic stutters, “I—I’m—Oh my god, Steve! I’m so sorry! I warned you, man. I didn’t mean to do that. It’s something I can’t control.” He scrambles around the space, grabbing all the napkins available, wiping and smearing at the stains. Almost hyperventilating with his movement. “’T’s why Wayne doesn’t allow me to drink anything but water in the living room. Fuck,” he softly curses, hands clenching around the soiled napkins in his grip, the seat still stained, Steve laughing so hysterically, Eddie’s afraid he may puke. “Fuck, Steve. I’ll find a way to pay for your car to be cleaned, I promise. I’m so—“

“Holy shit!” Steve shouts. Finally leaning into his seat. Eyes wide, wet, cheeks tear stained, smile so big he may just split his face in two. “I didn’t fucking believe you! And—Ha!—Holy shit, you spray shit from your nose if you laugh too hard?! That’s—“

“Fucking humiliating and disgusting, I know,” Eddie grumbles. “Don’t have to make fun of me for it.” And then, all at once, Steve’s laugh Peter’s out. He takes in Eddie. Listens back to his voice. Realizes, horrifyingly, that Eddie’s genuinely hurt, embarrassed, upset. Eddie chucks the sopping wet napkins into the equally gross take out bag. He lays his hands palm up on his thighs, because they’re stained with chocolate and sticky, too. “I’m sorry, Stevie. I—“ He sighs as if he’s just been told his dog died. “I was just hungry,” he says, voice too small. “Man, I should’a waited until we were out of the car, but I just—It wasn’t hospital food and I was too excited and I knew that I do that every time I laugh. And I wasn’t thinking, and I’m really, really—“

Steve places a gentle hand on Eddie’s forearm. Really looks at Eddie. His eyes filled with tears, one beading in the corner. His lips twisted down into a heavy scowl. “Hey,” Steve softly cuts in. “It’s okay, man.”

“It’s not okay! I just fucking ruined your car because I can’t be normal.”

He squeezes. “Eds, when the hell have you ever been normal?” He questions, earning him a not so subtle glare. “It’s fine, dude. Sure, you made a mess, but messes can be cleaned up. Besides, I thought it was funny. I love your laugh—The spraying part of it is like…kind of endearing, too.”

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“It’s true!” Steve exclaims, butting in before Eddie can argue. “I don’t care that you laugh like that! I love it, it’s…cute.” He scoots his palm up to Eddie’s shoulder, pushing back some of his hair to drape between his shoulder blades. Looks softly upon his friend’s face. Wishes they were more than friends, just so he has an excuse to kiss away the humiliation painted on Eddie’s beautiful face. “I love when you’re yourself, Eds. This doesn’t bother me. We’ll go out to the quarry, enjoy some of the fresh air. I’ll lay out the spare blanket in my trunk over your seat. And I’ll take it to get cleaned this weekend. No big deal.” He shrugs. “Though, you are barred from eating in my car again.”

“Ugh, what?!” Eddie splutters. “Man, don’t ban me from eating in here,” he whines.

Steve solemnly nods, attempting to hide his smirk. He sighs, something small and dramatic. He pats at Eddie’s shoulder. “You’ve been banned, unfortunately. Don’t worry, though, you aren’t the only one.”

“Fine,” Eddie sighs. “Thank you for being cool about my…stupid thing, by the way.”

“Not stupid,” he says, “I really do love it, Eds. Just be careful next time.”

+1

Okay, being friends with Steve Harrington should really come with its own warning. Not because he’s a bad guy or that he’s an asshole or he’s plain Jane really boring.

No, it’s because every time Eddie sees Steve do something that he thinks nobody cares about, Eddie falls even harder than he should.

Sometimes, Steve dances around the house, shirtless and singing like Kermit the Frog. He slides around the tiles on his socks. Not because he’s dancing or cold, no it’s because it “Makes me go faster.” He’ll flick dirty dishwasher on everybody in their friend circle, Eddie being destined to this fate many times over. Steve will wrap a scarf around his head, a pair of his mother’s sunglasses perched on his nose, chapstick smeared on his lips and pouting, and pretend like he’s some 1950s dame. 

In fact, that’s what he’s doing right now.

Eddie is blissfully stoned on the Harrington’s couch. Mind floating and his tongue heavy in his mouth. His stomach hurts from a combination of too many bowls of cereal and laughing extremely hard. And Steve is no better.

Steve’s got his stupid little pink sheer scarf on. His lips are pouty and plump and bright magenta pink. There’s a pair of white cat eye sunglasses perched low near the tip of his nose. His eyes are heavy, half-lidded, bloodshot, and glistening. He’s wrapped a blanket around himself like a shawl. And he’s got this terrible, god awful, adorable transatlantic accent. It’s, also, a little southern; though he thinks that Steve doesn’t even notice that aspect. Voice high pitched and sort of nasally.

“Why, Eddie Munson, aren’t you a pretty thing?” Steve says. He’s fanning himself with his hand. Legs crossed, a palm settled on his left knee. He bats his eyes. “I do believe you are,” he murmurs.

Eddie snorts. He’s laid out on the couch, feet near Steve’s hip. He has his hands patting on his belly, head nestled into the arm of the couch. One of his feet pokes Steve’s thigh. “You’re ridiculous, Harrington,” he chuckles. “If you wanted to flirt, you could just do that.”

Steve gasps, clutching at his chest like’s grabbing for his pearls. He genuinely seems offended, but Eddie knows that he isn’t. “Are you calling me…” He drops his voice to a whisper. “A harlot?”

“Are you southern or are you an actress in a 1950s film?” Eddie asks, ignoring Steve’s question. “Not that it really matters because you’re running circles in my mind anyway. Don’t even think you realize how much you’re doing.”

“I’m a doll,” Steve answers unhelpfully. “Thought you knew that.”

Of course, Eddie thinks, of course I knew. He snorts again instead. “You’re ridiculous,” he mutters. “And stupidly cute whenever you do this.”

“Really?” Steve breathes. The accent completely gone from his voice. His posture slumping back to his normal everyday. Character completely gone from him. “You think so?”

And if Eddie looked closely, he could say that Steve’s…sheepish, coy, genuine. Like he actually wants to be cute. Wants to be ridiculous. Wants to be stupidly adorable and stupidly wonderful and everything and more. So Eddie sighs, nestling into the couch with his eyes closed. Because maybe not seeing Steve will mask the truth in what he says next. “Steve, I quite literally love you. And everything you do makes me ass over heels. Seriously, I don’t think you realize how much you affect me, dude.”

Then, the room falls silent. Eddie’s floating in bliss. His cheeks warm and most definitely colored pink. Sure, that’s such a stupid thing to do, confess his feelings on a night like this. But Eddie almost doesn’t care. Though, he knows that if Steve remembers this in the morning, he’ll forget it happened. Blame it on the weed. Blame it on the goofiness and the sleepiness to the two of them.

He’ll save Eddie’s face. That’s what Eddie likes about this confession.

“Oh,” Steve mutters. He says it like he wasn’t expecting Eddie to be honest, which kind of hurts, but he shrugs it off for now. “Oh, okay,” Steve is whispering, “Love you, too, Eds.”

This will all be gone in the morning, wiped away with Madame Steve and her weird accent that can’t be placed, hidden by giggles and sly remarks and Steve’s weird little mannerisms. But the weight will still be there.

For now, “Madame Steve?” Eddie calls out. “How ‘bout you tell me about how pretty you think I am? And I can say how beautiful you are?”

Steve begins with his eyes.

The weight will forever be there.

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[reality-detective]

McDonald’s Fast Food = Poison 🤔

The Fries, Burgers and Mc'Nuggets... Toxic Chick-fil-A, Booger King, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut, Papa John's are all serving toxic food. It wouldn't surprise me if all the large chain restaurants are in the system to kill humanity.

Has anyone questioned where all restaurant establishments get their foods from? Including what the Mom and Pop family owned eateries are serving you? IF I were a betting man, I would say it goes much much deeper than you think⁉️

Jump into that Rabbit 🐇 Hole 🕳️

[drpoisonoaky]

A good psychologist is hard to find especially when you’re a bat-something. So go to Ivy’s house and pay a visit to the best therapist in Gotham: Harley Quinn {Part 5}

(not bat therapy for once)

---------[Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley] Harley: I need cuddles and a coma. And probably my weight and yours in french fries.  Ivy: You know at this point I thought Selina would know I don’t water my plants at noon. Harley: I think she knew but she needed that session. Ivy: She’s a pretty crier, isn’t she? Harley: It’s frustrating. Harley: But you still are the prettiest crier. Even when a booger is falling down you nose which it’s absolutely disgusting in other peopl- Ivy: I love you daffodil. Harley: And I love you, my lady salad. Ivy: You “therapisted me” at the earliest stages of our relationship don’t you? Harley: Since Arkham pretty girl.

[felixcloud6288]

Out-of-touch rich person reading a diner menu:

"What is a booger? Are these peasants eating their own mucus?" "French fries? Disgusting! They should be baked." "Are these people so poor that they use onions as jewelry?"

[alex-finechi-is-back]

I think a lot about him. I think a lot about him begging for the soft fries from when we’d have barbecue. I think about him in his last years. I think about him and how he wouldn’t lay in the expensive bed we got him but he’d lay on my dads old office chair bottom, with a blanket that my cousin tried to make me, with a pillow that my sisters ex gave to her.

I think about how he’d meow and meow, until someone let him on their lap. How he’d meow to greet us and he’d meow when we had something to eat. How my dad would make him eggs when the wet food ran out because he couldn’t eat much else.

How he’d be found on my bed and dad would try to get him out. But I’d let him back in. How sometimes if I left the door open he’d jump up and lay at the foot of the bed.

I think about him in his last few weeks. How he would always try to make it to my bed. How I’d end up having to talk to him when he ate because he’d meow and come look for me. How scared he sounded until he heard my voice.

His body rapidly failed him. I don’t think he could really see all too good. But he could be hear me.

I remember laying a trash bag down on the couch so he could be there with me. I remember trying to make sure he could do so without dad being annoyed.

He wasn’t able to make it like he used to.

He’d soil the bath rug and I could tell he felt so bad that he didn’t make it in time. He hissed at my dad once because he didn’t want to leave my bed. He used to never hiss at him.

I remember having went on a summer day trip to a gem cave. But all I could think about was him.

I saw a cross of selenite.

I thought about how he’d love it.

I tried to think that I’d see him again.

Only to get home and see him on the floor. He’d collapsed right in the hallway to my room. He died all alone. He must’ve been so scared. He must’ve been so scared

Did he meow for me?

Did he meow and die thinking that I didn’t want to see him?

Did he think I didn’t love him?

I’m so sorry booger. I’m so sorry that I thought we’d have more time.

I felt a thump on the foot of my bed last night.

I was scared. But I’m sorry if it was you that had come to visit me. Im sorry I was scared and I pulled my feet up out of fright.

Goodnight booger. I love you so much.

[sparklinpixiedust]

🔴⭕

Switched AU: au where Kevin and Ben are cousins on a road trip, Kevin gets the watch , Ben is the anodite and Gwen is the emo girl they meet in an arcade I.e the osmosian

So far, we've established the plumbers are bad.

🔴Does Albedo get stuck in a body that looks like {trix user's}?

Yes , and he has reboot Kevin vibes. He doesn't love chilli fries though, he loves smoothies, weird combinations and all. Kevin( the one with the omnitrix) has a weird obsessions with chilli fries and Gwen hates him so much for it.

After a while of finding chilli fry stains on her car seats, she now makes sure he either washes his hands thoroughly or he wears gloves when he's in. And he sits crossed armed when in her car and is not allowed to touch anything ever. Initially she put him in a straight jacket when driving around before Ben pointed out that he might need to go hero to save the world and the straight jacket wouldn't help in an emergency.

Gwen replied, " if the seats are stained one more time , I'll make sure his world ends"

⭕ Is Albedo a friend or foe?

Foe. Lol the snarky little booger frog turned human is better and funnier being a foe than a friend.

[tangerineloom]

How many paediatricians do you guys catch yearly killing little girls in America?

In Kentucky we learned that people will target people for many reasons. Usually it’s something that Bubba but fuck booger britches told Tammy trailer trash.

William was like we are going to drop all of the ugly ones off in Kentucky and call them Kentucky fried chicken oh my god you’re telling me Brit is actually British but she’s ugly British

[theothervonkarmagirl]

"I don't really like super-spicy foods, but I like watching other people eat them."

"By the way, these are called The Devil's Boogers." Clara presented a plate of chicken cut into bite-sized chunks, deep-fried, and coated in an angry red sauce. "I got them from a restaurant. Can you eat the whole thing?"

[theboysfromaustin]

November 13, 2004

“You're dumb.”

“I'm a genius.”

“You're dumb, you're gonna die, and dad Ian's gonna call you a moron at your funeral.”

“Nah,” Kazuo popped his skateboard up into his hand, surveying the Object of Danger - the curvaceous, steep road around Mount Bonnell.  Anders planted his feet on either side of his bike, “Did you ask to take this heavy piece of shit?” “That, my uncultured child, is a genuine Sony Betamovie.  And no.” “He's not gonna like that.”

“He'll forgive me, especially if I do -” “NO.” Kazuo bit his lower lip, watching a car go by, “Okay.  You're gonna follow me.  It's downhill, so we're gonna get speed.  Stay to one side so you can avoid cars.” “You getting plastered into the grill of a BMW will be what I show the paramedics.” “Oh my god, you have Ian's snottiness dialed up to 11.” “You love him, though.” “And I love you.” “Haha, you love me.  Gross.”

Kazuo dropped his board, placing one foot on it, “After this car, we go.” “What?” “And awaaaaaay we go!” Kazuo pushed off, heading down the road with a whoop.  “You fucking idiot!” Anders started the camcorder, pedaling fast to try and catch up to his nutcase dad.  Kazuo grinned, shooting the double bird to a van that narrowly missed him.

“Shit!” Anders groaned, sticking to the shoulder, worried about just how fast they were both going - a speed he internally described as “death awaits.”  Kazuo threw his head back with a deranged cackle, weaving back and forth.  He was already thinking of what song he'd dub over the footage to impress Ian, who thought he'd taken Anders off “to bond with him.”

Sort of.

I guess.

Anders was shocked this was going well.  They were getting close to 2222 though, and that worried him, “Hey!  You should pull up!  We're -” “I am unstoppable!  Traffic will part for -” Kazuo yelped as a squirrel darted into the road, and he cut hard to the left to avoid the rodent.  He bounced off a Mazda.  His board hit the curb, flipping Kazuo up, head over heels into a large shrubbery.

Anders pulled his bike up, “Smooth.” “Is the squirrel okay?” “You're dumb.”  Kazuo, upside-down, struggled to free himself, “Help.” Anders grabbed him by one arm, unceremoniously yanking his father from the shrubbery and onto concrete, “You're a mess.” “Did you get it?  Did I look cool?” “Like a gay Tony Hawk.” “Rad,” He shakily got to his feet, covered in scratches, bleeding, hair full of twigs and leaves.

He took a step, wincing, “Oooh.  Fucked that up.” “Well, we gotta walk back up to the car.” “I did not think this through.” “No shit, Sherlock.” “Are you still filming?” “Yup.” “You can stop.” Anders unstrapped the camera, holding it up, “Dad Ian, look at this creature you sleep with.” “Hiiiii, Ian!” Kazuo affected the most fey voice he could muster, “I love you, baby!  Kisses!” “Grab your board, numbnuts, we got a hike,” Anders turned the camera off and reattached it to his bike.

Kazuo limped along with him, “Why is this road so damn steep?” “Because it's Austin's half-assed, crappy mountain.  You're lucky you didn't get killed on 2222.” “Would have stopped before then.” “He's gonna freak out when he sees you.” “I know,” Kazuo paused to pull a leaf out of his nose, “Here, have a booger.” “You're so immature.” “I'll be dead before boogers aren't funny.”

They eventually arrived at Kazuo's beat to shit Toyota Tercel.  “Throw your bike into the back again,” Kazuo chucked his board, groaning as he settled into the driver's seat.  “You look like you got your ass kicked by the Jolly Green Giant.” “It's called fashion, sweetie, look it up.” “Oh my god, you're such a stereotype.” “Someone has to be.  I'm starving, you wanna go to Dan's?” “Dad Ian will be mad if we don't bring him something.”

“We'll get him a burger.  And fries.  And a shake,” Kazuo put the car in reverse, “Can't wait to see that footage.” “I can't wait for dad Ian to see it.  He'll probably start berating you in Welsh.” “I think he'll see the humor in it.” Anders leaned out the window, “This car smells like old beer and farts.” “And nobody will ever steal it.  And your distinguished father is guilty of at least half the stench.  Sometimes I think he's as evil as I am.  And I'm proud of him.”

“What's he doing, anyway?” “Think he's working on a case.” “Are relationships all just being weird and smelly, or is it just you two?” “I wouldn't know, he's my first,” Kazuo drummed on the wheel as they pulled up to the light at 2222.  “People at school don't believe half the shit I say about you two.” “I can come to school.” “Oh, that's not necessary.” 

Kazuo's phone rang, and Anders grabbed it, “Hey, dad.” “What are you two up to?” “Things…and stuff.” “That sounds ominous,” Ian pushed his chair back, standing and stretching, “You guys want lunch?” “Yeah, we were heading to Dan's.” Ian was halfway down the stairs already, “Meet you there.” Anders closed Kazuo's phone, “He's meeting us.  He's gonna love your new makeover.”

Ian stepped into Dan's, inhaling the delicious greasy aroma.

He stopped.

Kazuo grinned at him from a booth, covered in leaves and scratches, all bloodied up.  Ian approached, leaning in, speaking quietly, “What the hell?” “Hey baby.” “He lost a fight with a shrub.” Ian crossed his arms, “Did you order?” “Yeah.” Ian settled in, taking Kazuo's hands in his, “What delinquency are you involving our child in?” “Skating's not a crime.” “Where were you?” “Mount Bonnell,” Anders looked up as their number was called.

Ian swore in Welsh as he got up to grab the trays.  “He's gonna kill you.” “He won't.” Ian returned, setting the tray down, “Did you cause any property damage?” “One shrubbery.” “He bounced off a car.” Ian paused, burger halfway to his mouth, “Moving?!” “Stationary.” “Please don't get yourself killed,” Ian went quiet for a moment, “Are you two getting along?”

Kazuo slung one arm around Anders, “I love my little buddy.” “It's getting better, I think I like him,” Anders shoved fries into his mouth.  Ian relaxed.  The fact that they were all bonding as a family was a good sign.  “Be careful when you're skating.  We don't want any accidents.” “That sounds ominous.” “Creepy lawyer talk.”

Anders and Kazuo fist-bumped, grinning.

The bond was being forged.

[badaseyebags]

guys how do i add my masterlist in my bio? i’m dumb 😞 i stayed up all night and posted private lessons at 3 am and my brain is fried at this point.. and i got my period and i’m dying in pain aaaaaah -booger 🍞

update: got it!! thankyuuuuuu ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[a-goldentouch]

Bio For "Otto Nicole Midas"

Character Basics

Character’s full name: Otto Nicole Midas Birth date: March 30, 2006

Physical appearance

Age:16 Weight: 115 Height: 5'8" Body build: Scrawny and lanky Eye color: Golden Yellow Skin tone:  Pale fair skin with freckles Distinguishing marks: Freckles Predominant features: Droopy eyes with slight under-eye bags Hair color: Bright ginger red Voice:  Voice Claim (TBA) Physical disabilities: wheelchair-bound

Personality

Good personality traits: Kind, level headed, easy going, caring Bad personality traits: Anxious, nervous, clingy, overbearing Mood character is most often in: Cheerful Character’s greatest joy in life: Character’s greatest fear: Otto’s biggest fear is dying alone, he’s got serious abandonment issues. What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? If his current family fell apart in any way. Character is most at ease when: Miles! Life philosophy: You won’t live forever, so do everything you can while you’re alive! Wish: Get rid of his curse so he can’t hurt others anymore Character’s soft spot: Friends Is this soft spot obvious to others? Yes Greatest strength: Big kind loving heart Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Trusting to easily Biggest regret: Hurting his brother on accident

Goals

Drives and motivations: Friends and Family Immediate goals: Moving to Gotham and settling in (to be changed over time) Long term goals: Find a way to lift his family curse How the character plans to accomplish these goals: He has no clue How other characters will be affected: Some will be potentially stressed out or hurt as otto searches for answers.

Past

Hometown: Nevada City, California Type of childhood: Abusive childhood Pets: pet rat named Bloom, Cat named Booger Childhood hero: Superman Dream job: Superhero Education: Highschool

Present

Current location: Gotham City Currently living with: Older Brother and his wife. Pets: Dog named Carpet, 2 cats (booger and Pickes) Occupation: Highschool Student Finances: Lower Middleclass income, soon upperish middle class

Family

Mother: Margret Midas Relationship with her: Poor Father: Elias Midas Relationship with him: Poor Siblings: Paris midas Relationship with them: Great Sister-in-law: Hellen Troy Retationship with them: Great

Favorites

Color: Blue Least favorite color: Orange, brown Music: Imagine Dragons -  Enemies (current) Food: Macaroni and Cheese Least Favorite food: Apples

Traits

Optimist or pessimist… Introvert or extrovert… Daredevil or cautious… Logical or emotional… Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat… Prefers working or relaxing… Confident or unsure of himself… Animal lover!!

Self-perception

How he feels about himself: Otto has a bit of self-loathing and dislikes himself from time to time. But he tries to stay positive even when thinking bad about himself but it is often times hard. One word the character would use to describe self: Otto feels as if he’s unwanted and disliked by others. He would use the word useless, waste of space, and unwanted.

Relationships with others

Miles Kuunuaq: Miles is Otto’s best friend and current crush/love interest. Miles is oblivious to Otto’s feelings and Otto has made peace with the fact they might never get together. He will always care deeply for Miles. Mr. Freeze: Victor Fries intimidates Otto slightly, but Otto has a lot of great respect for him. He idolized the man's talent and intelligence and partially inspired what he wanted to pursue in college.

[ride365]

Spent 4 hours changing the starter and solenoid, only to have some kind of cooling problem and fried the engine up river.  Floated 2 hours back.  I am not happy - there is a sensor that is supposed to shut things down if you get too hot but that didn’t work and now the top end is boogered.  :(

[wanderingrestlessly]

someone plz tell me what exact day yoda died in real life. like yeah he died 4ABY or some shit but i need it translated into current irl month and day plz plz i need to know u dont understand i need to know when this fried booger lookin ballsack texture cretin died