#i already do not like pasta much so having to eat it twice in a day is... im autism

[berrymeter]

i lied & grabbed three cookies. and ate them. are you proud of me mama.

[paigebueckersmommy]

parents house - p.b

paige bueckers x reader (fem)

warnings: SMUTTTT and some fluff, fingering, p eating,

you and paige have been dating for 7 months, and couldn’t be happier. her mom and little brother adored you, so when paige invited you to come home with her for spring break you immediately accepted the offer.

“i’m so excited P!” you squealed in her ear on your late afternoon flight to minnesota, “i’m exited too baby” paige said, your flight would land at about 6pm, giving you the night to hang out with her family and wander around the town and house she grew up in. you loved her childhood home.

you spent the entire night having dinner and playing basketball with her brother drew, for dinner paige’s mom made pasta and it was good.after dinner you and paige went to her room, and got changed into pajamas.

“ P i’ve had so much fun already” you say as you plop down next to her on her bed , paige was wearing a nike sports bra and pajama pants, you wearing something similar. “cm here baby” paige says as she pulls you into her. she starts to rub you lower stomach and sneaking her thumb under the band of your plaid pajama and under the band of your white thong, paige’s favorite color on you when it comes to lingerie.

“ P your mom is the room across the hall, you know i can’t stay quiet for you.” i choke out with a giggle from the suddenness of her touch in my panties. paige sits up as she says with a smirk, “please ma, i’m dying to taste your pussy and feel my fingers inside of you. it’s all i’ve thought about the entire plane ride and the entire night.” the thought of paige’s lengthy, veiny digits pumping inside of you made you even wetter. “god P when u talk like that i can’t say no to you.” paige stands up with the biggest smile on her face, paige was the munchiest munch in the history of munches. she got so excited when you gave her consent, witch was also a big thing with her.

after she hopped off her bed, she climbed over to your side of her full bed. she landed on top of you and started passionately kissing you. her toung slipped inside your lips and started exploring. she lifted her face off your, still only inches seperate your desperate faces. “fuck ur so pretty angel i could look at you all day” she said with a grin on her face. she had starts to rip of your sports bra, revealing your tits. she latched her mouth onto your nipple, her hand trailing down your back side, slipping your pants off and grabbing your ass, and rubs her thumb over the skin. you gasp, for some reason you weren’t expecting that, knowing paige was an ass girl.

her mouth explores your body, as she holds eye contact with you the entire time. when she reaches your pussy she looks up at you with a smirk on her face. she moves your panties to the side, revealing your listening pussy. she likes a stripe up your folds, earning a gasp from you, she lets out a giggle against your pussy. with her free hand, still working her tounge against you, she puts her ring and middle finger on your chest, giving you the signal the suck them. you get excited, knowing what this signifies. you swirl her long fingers in your mouth, as she takes her finger back down to your pussy, she enters them into you. “f-f-f-fuck P i’m not gonna last much longer” you say as quietly as you can, witch wasn’t quiet at all. the way the paige was eating you out her nose was hitting your clit just perfectly, she knew what she was doing with was why she was giggling repeatley. she loved making you feel good and could get off by simply watching you cum. you melted under her, she pumped her fingers twice more before she removed her fingers, bringing them to her mouth and licking them clean and you sit there breathless.

“you taste so fucking good,” paige brings her mouth to yours kisses you before quickly going to the bathroom and jogging back with a smile on her face as she jumped onto her bed next to you. she pulls you in looking at your worn out face, tucking your hair behind your ear. “i love you so much. this has been the happiest seven months of my life. you’ve been so supportive with basketball, my crazy life and i just appreciate you so much.” paige says with a grin on her face. “aw P i love you so much. your my favorite girl in the whole wide world.” you say, admiring your beautiful girlfriend.

the next morning

“good morning” paige’s mom greets you too as you walk into the living room, “ how did you two sleep?” she says, sipping on coffee. “oh i slept great!” you say with ab smile on your face. you hear paige giggle subtly behind you and say “ yup be too, slept great.” she kisses you on the check and goes to the bathroom.

[msmk11]

James and His Damned Owl

James Potter x gn!muggle!reader

Word count: 1.5k

CW: Mentions of food/eating, mentions of alcohol, ornithophobia

Summary: Having a wizard boyfriend is strange to say the least. While it certainly has its perks, it also has its quirks… In particular, you’re not very much a fan of the magic world’s choice in pets.

Author’s Note: So you know how this type of fanfic is called self-insert, well this is the most self-insert fic I’ve ever written. Reader is me, I am a reader. BIRDS ARE SCARY, okay?! Anyways, this fic is the silliest one I’ve written so far and I had so much fun doing it! I hope you enjoy :)

Having a boyfriend who is a wizard is strange in a number of ways. Truthfully, when James first confessed his secret to you a few weeks ago, you laughed right in his face. It wasn’t until he pulled out his wand and literally started doing magic in front of you that you believed him. It’s safe to say you were in shock, and you’re not quite sure that feeling has faded yet. After James gave you a day or two to process the news, his magic usage around you went from 0 to 100. More times than you’d like to count, your mischievous boyfriend has scared the ever-loving shit out of you by randomly appearing in your home or on the street out of thin air. Now too, instead of walking or driving to your house like a normal person, James will randomly tumble out of your fireplace in a burst of green flames. Not only did you nearly die on the spot the first time it happened, but you’ve since bitched to James many times about how the soot he tracks in is ruining your very nice rug.

The moving pictures he has gives you the creeps, you find it laughable that he prefers using a quill and ink to a pen, and your head swarms every time James mentions some spell, potion, or magical creature whose name sounds like complete and utter gibberish.

But, despite your groans and whining, you do really think that James being a wizard is super cool. Like a child seeing a magician, you’re constantly begging your boyfriend to do different things with his magic so you can ooh and aah over them. When you found out James is an ani- animungal? Anamatronic?- the thing where you can turn into an animal, you were even more ecstatic. Admittedly, you may have once or twice begged James to assume his deer form so that you could ride on his back through the woods like some Disney princess probably would.

Magic has its perks too outside of your own personal entertainment. For example, now, instead of having to do dishes when one of the two of you cook dinner, a flick of James’ wand has them cleaning themselves. Other chores are now taken care of similarly, leaving you with a lot more free time to be with your lovely boyfriend.

This evening is one perfect example. After getting off work, you were surprised to find James waiting outside your office, a bouquet of pretty pink flowers in hand. The evening sun rested lovingly on his peaceful face so that his brown skin seemed to actually glow. It was a wonderful surprise and your trip back to his flat was much more pleasant than usual- defined by clasped hands swinging between you and teasing conversation.

The night only seemed to get better when you arrived at James’ place and were met with the delicious smell of garlic and pasta. The table was set nicely, and your two plates were already prepared, kept warm by the wonders of magic.

Things were perfect. Maybe a little too much so.

******

When you and James finish dinner, he stands and grabs your plates. Usually, you would protest- claiming that whoever didn’t cook has to do dishes- but you know magic will take care of it all. James then kisses you quick before taking a trip to the bathroom.

As you’re sitting at the kitchen table still, reveling in your full belly and nursing your glass of wine, your peace is rudely disrupted. With it being pleasantly warm out this evening, James had left the windows open. This seemed like a great idea until now- when a big brown owl comes swooping into the kitchen.

While anyone would surely be startled by the bird’s random appearance, you are especially so because you’re terrified of birds. The bloodcurdling scream you let out is akin to someone who is dying- but in your mind is appropriate for the situation at hand. A string of curses leave your mouth as you jump up and hesitantly back away from the owl perched on one of the kitchen chairs. You grope for the counter behind you, never taking your eye off the owl as you maneuver around the island to hide behind it.

Of course, your scream has resulted in a panicked James and shouts of your name. He comes barreling into the kitchen in only his shirt and boxers, wand at the ready. He whips his head around, looking for you and the supposed threat that caused you to scream. He calls your name again and your head pops up from behind the counter.

“Lovey? What is it?” He asks anxiously.

You whimper a little and, with a shaky hand, point at the big bird across the room. When James sees what you’re pointing at, he visibly relaxes and lowers his wand.

“Oh, him? That’s just Hootie,” he tells you casually, “Probably should’ve mentioned I have a pet owl.”

You stare at him in complete and utter shock then shrilly squeal, “How’d you forget to mention that you have a pet owl?!!”

James shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and places his wand on the counter, walking towards you, “Well, I guess I didn’t really think too much about it. It’s very common in the magic world to have one, so I didn’t consider that it’d be abnormal. It’s just like having a dog in the muggle world.”

You don’t respond with any English, instead sputtering anxiously.

James crouches beside you, “So are you going to come out now? There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

You shake your head no aggressively and shrink into his side, “No way, Jamie. Birds are terrifying- with their big beaks and beady eyes. And who knows what diseases they carry- no offense.”

Your boyfriend wraps his arm around you and soothingly rubs your side, “Awe, sweetheart, I didn’t know you’re afraid of birds.”

“Oh yes, very. Have been since I was five and a bird pooped on me at the zoo.”

You don’t miss the chuckle and small smirk on James’ face and huff, pulling away.

“It’s not funny Jamie! It’s a real fear!”

He puts his hands up in surrender, “I know, I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart. It is a real fear. But it’s an irrational one, you know.”

You huff again and roll your eyes, grumbling under your breath. James then stands and stretches out his hands, “Here, why don’t you come meet Hootie and see birds aren’t all so bad.”

You hesitantly take his hand and stand. You slowly walk out from behind the counter and only make it a few steps before the damned bird shifts, ruffling its feathers.

You squeal again and let go of James’ hand, this time hiding behind his broad frame, “I don’t think I can do this Jamie.”

He turns around and looks at you softly before pulling you into a tight hug. You relax a little against his chest, but your eyes never leave the owl over his shoulder, “I believe in you, lovey. Why don’t you let me go first, to show you that Hootie won’t hurt you, and then we can try together, yeah?”

You hesitantly reply with an okay.

James lets go of you and turns around. He walks over to the brown owl easily and coos a little, petting its back softly as it nuzzles into his touch. The owl then juts its head out, seeming to be waiting for something. James, apparently, knows what this means, and reaches behind him to grab some sort of pellet out of the cabinet and feed it to the bird.

“Okay, sweetheart. Now why don’t you come over and give Hootie a pet.”

He walks over and grabs your hand. Your smaller one fits into his nicely and you grip onto it with a death-grip. The two of you slowly make your way over to the owl and stand beside it. You sort of half stand behind James while still holding his hand. Fingers intertwined, James slowly starts moving your joint arms out, “Ready?

You very slightly shake your head and then your palm makes connection with the soft feathers of Hootie. The bird stares at you with its big eyes and, like it did for James, nuzzles into your touch.

Some of the tension in your shoulders eases a little and you decide that maybe birds aren’t so bad.

As you pull away, James squeezes your hand gently, “See? You did it. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

Just as you’re beginning to feel proud of yourself too, the owl shuffles a little and rotates its head 180, so it’s no longer staring at you. The range of motion it has terrifies you and you scream again, running down the hall away from James and his damned owl.

[ellieluvr420]

Friends? Never. Pt.12 (Ellie Williams x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

SMUT MDNI !!

Hello beautiful people, I finished planning out the whole story and Friends? Never is going to wrap up after 25 chapters! I am so excited for you guys to see what I have planned and I really hope you're gonna love it as much as I do because you have all been so kind so far so THANK YOU SO MUCH and if anyone has any requests I would love to hear them <3

“Hey Joel.” 

“Hey kiddo, come on in.” Ellie’s smile mirrored Joel’s lopsided one as she walked into the living room of his cabin.  

“Ugh what is that smell?” 

“Coffee.” 

“Smells like burnt ass.” 

“Well burnt ass tastes pretty good.” Ellie chuckles as she grimaces. 

“Ew... how did you get that anyway?” 

“I’m ashamed of what I had to trade to get it.” He bowed his head in shame before beckoning Ellie into the kitchen. “I didn’t have much on me when you said about coming over so er sorry the food isn’t as good as last time.” He gestures to the plates of pasta and Ellie notices the can still sitting on the side. 

“Oh shit, chef boyardee... throwback.” 

“Yeah no kidding, tastes a lot nicer warmed up though I swear.” 

“I’ll take your word for it.” Ellie grabs her plate and follows Joel to the living room where he sits on the sofa and presses play on the film he had put on. They eat in silence as they watch the film until Joel sighs and puts his fork down.  

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you’re here but is everything okay? Seemed kinda out of the blue.” 

“Oh er yeah everything’s fine. I just- I know I’ve been distant since... everything and It’s taken me a long time to understand why you did what you did but I think I’m starting to, at least I’m trying to anyway. I want us to be able to move on you know?” There was quiet for a long while after Ellie finished speaking, the only sounds in the room were that of the ones playing on the TV until Joel sucked a sharp breath in. 

“I- I’d like that. A lot.” She could see the glassy sheen of his eyes as he placed his hand over her knee and squeezed. “This anything to do with that girl your roommate executed a few weeks ago?” 

“So Maria told you huh?” 

“Yeah... I appreciate what she did for me.” 

“Yeah me too, about that actually... Er she-” 

“She’s your girlfriend.” 

“Wha- How did you...” She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Yeah, she is.” 

“Can’t say I didn’t see it coming.” 

“Well that makes one of us.” They both chuckle and go back to eating, Ellie commenting on the film every few minutes and being met with a mix of chuckles and scoffs.  

“So he knew already?” 

“Yeah probably guessed after he walked in on us in the kitchen.” 

“Ha! He knew before us then.” 

“Yeah sounds about right.” You and Ellie were riding next to each other at the back of your patrol group, Ellie had got home from Joel’s after you fell asleep last night so now was the first chance she had to tell you about it. As you both chuckled, Rita who was up front signalled to dismount the horses because you had reached the factory building you needed to clear. Everyone tied up their horses and began moving inside. The second you walked through the doors you heard the foreboding sound of groans and clicks, you glance at Ellie to see she’s already looking at you, you nod and she reciprocates the gesture before you all start to push forward, the quiet doesn’t last long as your teams bullets start ricocheting all throughout the building.  

You fired your gun twice and sent a runner and a clicker to the ground before you’re tackled to the ground by a runner, you can feel its hot, rancid breath on your neck as he desperately snaps his mangled teeth at you. You struggle with all your force to keep him away from you and as you feel your body being plagued with fatigue a gunshot rings out and the body falls limp on top off you. You groan and struggle to push him off as Lex offers you a hand up. You immediately scan the room for Ellie and see her savaging a clicker with her switchblade before Rita calls for everyone to move, you wait to see Ellie start running and then you follow, fleeing the dozens of infected that were on your tail. You can see the exit of the building you’re being led to and you see three people climb through the opening before Ellie gets to it, she turns back and as you make eye contact, she pauses.  

“GO ELLIE I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU!” You scream to her and you breathe a sigh of relief when she reluctantly goes through the opening only to immediately suck it back in as the building shakes and rumbles and debris begins to fall all around you, right in front of the opening Ellie had just climbed through. “Fuck, we gotta find another way out.” You say as you bash yourself against the debris that wouldn’t move an inch. 

“NO!” Ellie screeches as she watches you disappear behind the fallen debris that was now blocking the exit. She throws herself against it in vain as she only causes a dull ache to ring throughout the right side of her body. “Fuck fuck fuck.” She screams your name in a panic. “Please tell me you’re okay!” Her voice is shaky and desperate as her stomach churns and drops.  

“I’m okay but we gotta find another- AGH!” Your sentence is interrupted as a clicker lunges at you sending you both crashing to the floor, you can hear Ellie screaming your name and the repeated thuds of her throwing herself against the wall but you can’t reassure because you’re not sure if you are okay. You jam your knife into the clicker’s skull and grip your gun to deliver two shots straight through the fungal crown growing out of its head. As it falls on top of you, you climb out from beneath it and scream a quick ‘I’m okay!’ to Ellie before shooting at the three runners that were speeding at you. You and the two other people still stuck inside with you empty out all of your magazines, use every bit of ammo you had, you’re sure your knife is blunt from the amount of infected it had slaughtered. As you’re running from a clicker you notice a large hammer on the floor and grip it tight enough that your knuckles turn white before turning and slamming it into the clicker until it laid in a crumpled pile before you. You take a second to catch your breath before you hear the muffled screams of help from the others as you run towards the sound. You bash the brains of a runner that had tackled Raphael to the ground before stabbing your knife into the back of a clicker and dragging it down as a blood-curdling screech fills the room, you slam the hammer into its head until it’s unmoving on the ground and Lacey can bounce back up with the same enthusiasm she always magically had. “Fuck that was bad. We all clear?” They nod and you begin moving forward desperate to find a way out now that the immediate threat was neutralised.  

All Ellie could hear was a symphony of gunshots and shrieks until everything goes quiet. She feels her eyes sting with tears as the panic overtakes her as she continues to slam herself against the unmoving debris blocking the exit she had crawled through without you. “I should’ve waited... fuck why didn’t I wait?” She mutters to herself until she feels a pair of hands wrapping around her and yanking her away from the wall.  

“Ellie, that’s not helping, we just have to trust they’re okay.” Rita tries to reason with her as she thrashes in her arms. 

“No! Get the fuck off me. I have to get in there, I have to help her!” Ellie pushes a stunned Rita to the ground with a crazed look in her eyes before running off to try and find another way in as everyone calls out to her to stay put, she can hear their footsteps following but she doesn’t care, she needed to know if you were okay, she needed to find you. “Come on, please be okay.” She whispers as she frantically searches for another entrance until she sees a window a floor up that was open. She immediately starts looking for a way to climb it and as she manages to get a footing on a pipe running up the building she feels someone pulling her down again, sending her crashing to the ground on top of Ben. She immediately punches him and then squeezes round his neck with all her strength. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WE HAVE TO HELP THEM!” Ben claws at her as he thrashes in her arms and she only loosens up when she hears a thump only to see Lacey dropping to the ground from the window, she lets go of her grip around Ben’s neck as she immediately runs over to Lacey. Then Raphael drops to the ground also, her heartbeat quickens as there’s no sign of you, she storms over to Raphael and pushes him hard enough that he stumbles back to the ground. “WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?” 

“I- I don’t know, she was right behind me when I went out the window.” She looks up only to see no sign of you and the lump in her throat returns making it hard for her to breathe. She calls your name and is met with silence until a minute later, although it felt like centuries, your head pops out of the window before you throw yourself out of it, smacking onto the ground with a whine. She runs over to you immediately cradling you in her arms as the tears that had been threatening to spill over, cascade down her cheeks in waves. You smile up at her flushed face as you attempt to catch your breath, the fall winding you slightly. 

“Oh my god, I thought you were dead, you’re okay, you’re okay.” She pulls away to look down at you. “You’re okay right? You’re clear?” 

“Yeah, I’m clear.” Your voice comes out as a wheeze and the relief flooding through her pushes her forward to attach her lips to yours in a passionate kiss before she remembers her surroundings and stands, pulling you up with her. You both turn to see everyone on patrol staring at you both with dumbfounded expressions before you roll your eyes, sick of the undivided attention on you both. 

“What? You ain’t ever seen two girls kiss before? Shut your traps, you’re catching flies!” You snap and everyone immediately averts their gaze from you both as you all collect yourselves and get ready to keep moving. The thought that you still had four checkpoints to go through send a shiver through your body but feeling Ellie’s hand slip into yours and squeeze grounds you enough to continue your assignment. 

“Fuck I was so worried- ugh- I- I thought you were dead.” Ellie breathes out through grunts and moans. 

 You had barely made it through the door of your home before she was attacking your body with kisses, sucking bruises on any skin she could find.  

“Just let me take care of you please, I need to feel you.” She was almost pleading with you as if you would actually say no. She squeezed at your hips to prompt a response from your panting form.  

“Take me upstairs babe.” At your words she immediately pulls you away from the wall that your back was against and led you upstairs, her lips never leaving your skin. You both tumble into her room and clumsily fall down onto her bed as you both desperately try and rid each other of the clothes that were preventing you from feeling your bodies press together. As you rip her top over her head your mouth waters at the sight of her already erect nipples, you lurch forward attaching your lips to her pink bud and swirling your tongue around it as she grips onto your hair and hisses at the sudden stimulation. You pull away as she lifts your top over your head, grabbing a handful of each tit and squeezing them together then pressing her face into them and leaving tiny, ticklish kisses over them. You giggle at her actions before she pushes you down flush with the bed, you whine a little at the distance between you two but she shushes you as she stands to yank her jeans and briefs off in one motion before tapping at your hip so you’d lift them, allowing her to strip you naked to match her. 

Her hands run all over your naked form as she consumes you with her kisses, the dance of your tongues taking over your every thought. The warmth of her body pressing against yours feels like heaven as she slots herself flush with you and begins grinding herself down onto you. This was your favourite way to have sex with Ellie, the grinding of your bodies together felt like your hearts were merging into one and every thought that wasn’t her left your mind as you feel your core tightening and pulsing as her movements became rougher and rushed. The room was filled with your heavy breaths and groans until she swallowed them into her mouth as she once again attached her lips to yours before sucking a line from your jaw to your collarbones. “I love you so much, you can’t scare me like that again.” She says through kisses and pants as her hips stutter. 

“Oh Ellie, I love you too. I’m sorry, all I could think about was getting back to you.” You cry out as the knot in your stomach tightens, you can tell from the scrunch of Ellie’s face she’s as close to finishing as you are. You lean up to whisper in her ear. “Cum with me babe, please. I love you, I love you, I love you- ugh Ellie oh my god!” You chant your words as they’re the only words ringing throughout your mind. You loved her and she loved you and it was the most important thing to you, you used to get stir-crazy when you hadn’t gone on patrol in awhile, you used to look forward to patrol but since your relationship with Ellie had blossomed, those feelings had changed, twisted into feelings of panic and fear because the worst thing you could imagine is being ripped from her or her you because the only thing you cared about was getting to love with her and be with her. As Ellie gazed at your beautiful face, slightly shiny from the sweat that was generated from the heat between the both of you, she realised she hated how patrol had made her feel recently because all it did was increase the risk of her not getting to grow old with you and that was all she wanted, to grow old and die in your arms because the thought of losing you sent her into a spiral she felt she’d never escape. 

As you both finish with whines and moans, you expect her to slow down but she doesn’t which elicits a scream from you at the overstimulation. “Come on baby, give me another one, please, I just need you to give me one more.” She breathed out and the desperation in her voice was enough for you to fight through the urge to squirm and shy away from the feeling of her slick clunt gliding against yours roughly. It wasn’t long before her pace was faltering as she leant down to hold onto you for leverage as her body trembled as both of your second orgasms washed over you, your toes curled and you bit down onto her shoulder hard enough to draw blood as you felt lightheaded and dizzy from the force of your second release. As both your bodies relaxed and she collapsed fully onto you you released from her shoulder and kitten-licked at the wound before kissing her so she tastes her blood on your tongue, she moans into your mouth, a high-pitched moan that had both your eyes snapping open, her cheeks flush even darker than they already had before she cracks a small lop-sides smile and that you gigglle at. “Sorry about that...” You mutter sheepishly as you glance at the bite mark on her shoulder. 

“It’s okay, that was hot.” She kisses your forhead before lying down on top of you once again as your heartbeats and breathing sync, her thumb drawing circles on your hip and your hands scratching at her back. She sighs into you before squeezing at your hip a little. “I think I might wanna do less patrolling, try and pick up some jobs in Jackson-” She was ready to explain herself, thinking you’d call her a pussy and tell her to stop being silly but your soft tone shocks her. 

“Me too, today made me realise we’re so lucky to live in Jackson, where it’s safe and where we can have a pretty normal life and every time we leave those walls voluntarily we’re taking it for granted. We already lost 3 years, I don’t want our time together to be cut short.” 

“Fuck you’re so perfect.” You giggle and press a kiss to the top of her head as you both relax into the comfort of your bodies being pressed together without anything between you both, her soft skin caressing yours. “We’re kinda becoming the pussies we used to make fun of.” 

“Oh god don’t remind me.” You whine before sighing. “It’s all your fault though.” 

“My fault?!” She gasps and pinches you as you squeal. “You know if I wasn’t so wiped we’d totally be fighting right now.” 

“Mhm sure.” You reply monotonously not believing a word that leaves her pretty lips. 

“No I’m so serious, you wouldn’t know what hit you.” She barely gets her sentence out before a loud yawn leaves her causing her to glare at your smug face.  

“I believe you babe, get some sleep, it was a long day hm.” She nods and lays her head back down on your bare chest with a content sigh as you both feel the tiredness consume you and drag you into slumber. 

tags: @emiliabby @readbydayana @radioheadfan699 @lil-elliesgf @isitadinosaur @amberputh

[stinkypeanutbutter]

silly Aiden headcanons because I have no impulse

i probably already done these before in other headcanon posts I made but ermm I’ll do it again 😹

small TW for scars at the end 🗣🗣

AIDEN :

Aiden has the most unhinged playlist ever like oh my giggly goodness we got metal we got rock we got classic we got indie we got pop we got vocaloid Idfk whatever you can think of ( same 😹 )

totally had an immense phase of just everything . Creepy pasta , animation , FNAF , idk any other phases from 2016 help

Probably dated like once or twice , but they weren’t serious at ALL and mostly online . He just said yes because he wanted to be nice since he never really had friends ofc , so why hurt someone you barley know if it means getting a friend ? ( I’m gonna explode 😭 )

I’m not sure when this was actually invented , but he’d probably try and convince everyone to make battery acid candy drinks . ( they all say no 😔 )

Sorta sad headcanon they if no matter how hard to tries to solve a difficult puzzle , and he fails , he just starts silently bawling his eyes out . Cause you know he’s really good at them right ? He can solve them pretty quickly ? So if he’s like absolutely pressured by a bunch of people watching expecting him to win ( or like his friends cause yk they believe in him !!!! ) and he can’t solve the puzzle he’ll be like “ why can’t I solve this why is this hard why am I failing “ or something and then start crying ig ( Yeouchers angst 😿 )

Bro is the heaviest napper ever you can stack things on him for HOURS but the moment he actually sleeps most things can wake him ( if he’s not comfortable at least . He’ll sleep pretty well at sleepovers )

I can’t figure out an art style for him but I updated it so ignore that last drawing it’s grody anyway he sometimes draws people but prefers just random splotches of color . He has extremely stylized art but yk , it’s just ‘ weird ’ according to some people since it’s really . . graphic . Not in a BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD way but very mixed ( if you get what I mean )

Hugs everything when he sleeps you can’t tell me otherwise like you seen his old bed ?? He had NOTHIN so absolutely is he gonna cuddle everything near him

Hates competing . ( idk if he did it before but we’ll see ) like he doesn’t like doing puzzle competitions anymore that much , he just got bored of it and was really kinda forced to do it when he was younger . BUT if it’s in a game against his friends , he’ll probably do it just to help them out cause they always get stuck if Logan can’t figure it out either .

Does that thing with music where If it absolutely hits he just starts spazzing out and dances to it

that one thing where he walks around in a circle talking to himself if he’s really deep in thought ( he could go on for hours so someone has to pull him out to drink water at least )

TONS of posters in his room

Him and Taylor binge shows together , often ask the others to join when they aren’t busy . They totally watch anime ( Tyler calls it childish then gets really invested in uhhhh let’s say full metal alchemist and sport animes like haikyuu or something I can’t think of any he’d like . But I’m gonna make them all watch Ghost stories because it’s funny )

Aidlyn cuddling is mostly done at Aidens house cause his parents rarely go up to check on him ( 😅💥 ) and also he had a ton of blankets for Ashlyn to wrap herself in . He got her a heavy weighted blanket for her birthday one time so when that’s not around she just uses Aiden as a blanket if she’s feeling affectionate ( he’s warm in the winter time and pretty light believe it or not )

Has a medium spice tolerance , eats more then what he can handle like a stinky loser

doesn’t like anyone pointing out his growing hair roots so just don’t talk about it much 😅😅

steals chopsticks from restaurants cause who needs to buy any ??? They’re free if you don’t get caught / hj

sometimes just locks himself up in his room and lays in his bed thinking about life

LOVES drawing his friends ( especially Ash ) in his free time because he rarely draws in front of people , and will make an airplane out of it to throw it over to them . But he has that mentality where “ Everyrhing I make kinda sucks “ so expect to find doodles in the trash or hidden in his room

IPad kid , can’t tel me otherwise .

Loves hover boarding but he kinda sucks at it so he just 🧍🕺☠️ ( falls )

Will ram into everyone in bumper cars , almost sent someone flying ( Lilly , he bought her candy as a sorry )

rarely catches cavities because he actually has really strong teeth and willingly bites down on hard candies ( I do the same thing because I’m impatient 😹 )

Does all his school work at home cause school has too many distractions ( real )

Buys like body foundation to smear onto his legs and arms . He doesn’t want anyone to point out them out , and if they do he just tells them their from skateboarding . It can come off after a few days if he doesn’t reapply , but it’s fine since he does it again in between and would have to reapply anyway . Idk how it works 😿

Anyway who shall I do next ????? Put your answers in the comment section below subscribe like and support my Patreon see you in the next video 😹😹😹☝️☝️💥💥

[canisalbus]

I realize this might be a slightly odd ask, but… Out of curiosity, what sort of foods do you think Machete would be fond of? And do you think they’d differ noticeably from when he was young vs once he’d grown older?

He's a fussy eater. He rarely eats for pleasure and dislikes being seen dining in company, but attends formal dinners and banquets if invited, since declining without a very good reason would be at best rude and at worst a devastating faux pas. He prefers fowl dishes over red meat and greatly dislikes sea food (which is just peachy since this is the Mediterranean). Pasta seems to be already a well established part of the cuisine at that point, maybe he's into that. For the most of his life he's eaten rather simple foods so he finds bland soups and broths very safe and comforting. Pomegranates are his fruit of choice, he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth but enjoys candied apricots and figs on occasion.

He's exceptionally bad at holding his liquor, and he can't stand the feelings of unpredictability, disorientation, unsafeness and potential loss of control that being intoxicated causes in him. Unfortunately, drinking plain water was very risky and uncommon, it was contaminated and unsanitary more often than not, especially in population centers. Generally the main drinks you'd consume through the day were diluted wine and beer/ale (this was the case for children as well). Machete tends to prefer wine, which he waters down heavily, and sometimes has it flavored with spices, herbs, honey or sugar. Having even a little bit of alcohol in the mix would kill at least a portion of the bacteria (not that the concept was known at the time, people believed many illnesses were caused by tainted air and foul smells, I mean fair enough, if your water is filthy it probably smells bad too).

(Fun fact, apparently Ancient Romans had more or less perfected the art of winemaking but by the Middle Ages a lot of the techniques had been lost. During the Renaissance wine was generally very low quality and the way it was fermented and stored (making the switch from sealed ceramic amphora of the Antiquity to those iconic wooden barrels) meant it would only stay good for a year at best and the taste would start to deteriorate within the first couple of months. Vintage wines weren't a thing, the best stuff was fresh. Apparently European wine was pretty bad for hundreds of years and would only start to improve again around 1800s. Or at least that's what I've gathered, I could be wrong, I'm not a wine expert).

Europe hadn't quite adopted tea yet and he narrowly missed the time coffee began to spread to his corner of the world (I bet he would've loved both of those, with the help of caffeine he could've been twice as much of a jittery sleepless wreck). I've read that people would distill sage and drink the resulting concoction with hot water to create this very tea-like minty drink, that sounds like something he'd like.

[oogieswife67]

Another silly idea of Fellow Honest being a God that popped in my head late last night.

You got weirdly lucky to finally date a God. The handsome fox beastman agreed to your inquiry of going to the fanciest Italian restaurant in a nearby village half an hour away (which wasn't saying a lot with the population size). You two agree to meet at said place at 5:00 p.m. Fellow should be free from his duties before then. He won't mind if you're there before him. He's a busy God, after all.

You get to the restaurant, then wait. How was he going to get here? Well, he is a God, so he does have his way. You then get surprised when the usually larger than life God appears to you at a more reasonable size. 6'2" to be specific (he told you that was the size he was when he came down to Earth), however he was still in his toga, weirdly enough, which rests comfortably over his... smaller middle. He's a big, proud fox with a gut to match, but you think that he might be doing this to try to disguise himself as a human better. Even though his fox ears and tail were still present.

Then the date begins as soon as you walk through those restaurant doors. Knowing Fellow, you make sure you get the antipasti. Bread, meat, cheese, salad, bruschetta, crostini, fried zucchini- Having to order so much was going to hurt your wallet, but watching Fellow eating up the food was going to be worth it! The God is so excited. His (what he says to be) first date since coming to Earth. He happily started to eat up such a spread of food, and you two begin to talk about the day at first. You live a pretty regular life as a human- trying to make ends meet while having personal time off to relax and do chores. Fellow would ask for more appetizers as he talked about all the wishes and offerings he granted today. You're not sure about eating etiquette in an Italian restaurant, but Fellow knew and he was ignoring it as he ordered more antipasti. He was going to need to eat more of the light meal if his belly was going to get bigger, after all.

You swore he ate all the appetizers that the restaurant had to offer judging by all the plates that were stacked, while there was baskets of bread that were left untouched. You were a bit confused why, until the first dishes- Primi- were ordered. Pastas, risotto, polenta, soups, gnocchi- and with it being a fancy restaurant, the portions were on a smaller side. This didn't seem to bother your date as he would eat up every dish that was set before him. You got to see the bread finally get eaten as he uses them to get any sauces left behind on the plates, like he was getting those plates nearly clean.

It then dawned on you that your date... was growing, and not just in belly either. Your eyes were so focused on his growing belly that you didn't realized until just now that he was getting taller. There's a good reason your chairs don't have arms on them.

You learned that if you had no food on your plate that you'd be served more, and it was getting difficult for the server to just keep serving the God more and more food. Certainly explained why he cleaned his plates so good. Fellow was already twice his human height now before the Primi was "officially" completed.

You could feel your wallet quiver in fear, while you were quivering at how big your date was now. 13 feet tall, with his belly filling his lap plus some extra on the edges. You could hear all that food churning inside of him. Your server ends up apologizing to the both of you for running out of food for the Primi.

"Don't you worry- I can get Secondi started right now!" Fellow said happily. You and the server wonder for a moment what he met until- GULP!

Before you know it- the poor server is eaten right up by the God! Fellow licked his lips as the server could be seen struggling inside the stuffed stomach, their cries muffled underneath the food, flesh, and toga in that order. Fellow wiped his lips with a napkin. "Mmm! I'm hungrier than I thought I was! But I couldn't help myself, they looked soooooooooooo good! But..."

The fox God smirks at you, lowering his gaze lustfully.

"Not as good as you."

You weren't sure if you should be scared or aroused.

All you knew was that you really wanted more alone time with Fellow...

But, there was no time to ask if he could spare a night with you in a hotel room as Secondi finally came! Dishes like Fiorentia, Brasato al Barolo, Pollo alla cacciatora, Involtini, Saltimbocca alla Romana- just so many dishes! There was also various fish and vegetarian recipes that you couldn't figure out. Various side dishes also came along, like potatoes and various vegetables.

Fellow dug right into the food. Nothing was going to be spared from the God's hungry maw. You have to snag yourself a plate of food before you forget to eat. Your eyes are just glued to your date. He was getting taller and taller, while his belly got bigger and rounder. The server inside of him slowed down on their struggles, but you could see a divot every so often. Your new server is certainly frightened at the sight of your date, as he's now over 24 feet tall. This restaurant is lucky to have such a high roof, but now you found yourself having to move spots before you crashed into some other patrons thanks to Fellow pushing your table away with his size.

The patrons weren't happy about their dinner being interrupted by such a large being now. The few that were in the restaurant decide to complain to you about it. You try to explain that you didn't think this would happen, but damn they just didn't want to hear it. You wanted to say more, but suddenly those people were grabbed and eaten right up by Fellow! You watch the lump of his throat go down and vanish, then his belly growing a bit. His belly is active with life once more. "We don't need to be having that now..." Fellow purred as he licked his lips.

God, you wish you could get close, but you were rudely interrupted with the new server coming to tell Fellow that they ran out of all Secondi and Contorni. Fellow didn't seem worried, and ate the server right up to end the course! He pats his belly as the struggling inside of him could be seen more now. You jump as you watch Fellow actually getting a bit taller, seemingly to accommodate his new belly size.

Now you were sure he couldn't fit in a hotel room. You wondered if there was an RV park somewhere...

Then came the sweetest part of the meal- the Dolci. Tiramisu, Panna Cotta, fruits, gelato, tarts, cakes- all so sweet and ready to be eaten! Fellow didn't skip a beat and started to eat. He had to lean forward so he could reach the table, which caused him to sit on his knees. You watch as his swollen mass touched the ground, spreading out to the sides. With each gulp, you watch the belly bounce and swell. The people Fellow had eaten struggle in him while the dessert piles on them, but Fellow wasn't bothered by it.

Then all the Dolci is gone. This caused the chefs and owner to storm out from their respective work spots to come confront you and Fellow, just as the last server was giving you two your digestifs. You try to calm down these angry people, but before you really had a chance to-

Fellow ate them right up! The new server wasn't spared either. The God was now over six times the height he was before dinner started. His belly active with everyone he ate in the restaurant, divots and wiggling could be seen. He sits back up as he takes his cup. "That was a delicious meal!" he said happily and drinks down his espresso. He licked his lips before patting his lips with the now tiny napkin.

You're not sure what to say now... You wanted to go pay the bill, but there was no one to give you a check. The restaurant was now empty. The only thing you could hear was your date's belly working hard to digest dinner.

You decide it might be time to head out (mostly home, but hoped you could still get alone time with the god), and it wasn't until you got to the large double door did it dawn on you...

Your date really was huge.

Fellow had to crawl on his hands and knees to try to get out, dragging his belly along. All you could see from the outside was his beautiful face, especially those orange eyes, and his bright orange locks of hair. He didn't like he was seeing. He didn't want to be trapped in the restaurant. He had to grant wishes tomorrow!

You were about to say something, but then you quickly stepped back as you realized Fellow was forcing his head through the doorway! The brick and metal were no match against the strength of a God, though you were upset that your date was dirtying himself up. "Ah!" Fellow gasped when his head was out, then he forced his shoulders through next. He lifted himself a bit, destroying more wall, especially as he raised himself up. You step back more as Fellow crawls more of himself out. Even his belly and hips were now taking their turns to destroy the place.

Fellow looks down at you with a sweet smile on his face, seemingly oblivious of the destruction he just caused (especially with his tail wagging). "That was such a lovely dinner!" he said happily. He leans down closer to you and plants a big, wet kiss on you. You're covered in a bit of drool, but you didn't care...

You suggest going somewhere to rest for the night while blushing.

"But I got to get back to my temple!" Fellow replied.

You promise him that he'll be back home in time for breakfast. If not... He can eat you.

"Well... One night away wouldn't hurt... Did you have a place in mind?"

Then you two hear his belly growling.

The God was still hungry...

...

You were lucky there was an RV park in this village, and one with a hill that Fellow could lay on. He was back to his original giant size, and his belly was packed with food and the whole village, even the RV park owners weren't spared. You're exhausted, and you treated Fellow like he was your own bed. Even his toga was your blanket for a cold night.

"I had a wonderful time." Fellow purred and looked down at you with a smile. "You sure do know how to spoil a God..." his hands ran down to his belly- just feeling the results of tonight's dinner and dessert moving around in him.

You look pleased with hearing that. You pat Fellow's chest gently to let him know you're happy to hear that. Then... You suggest going on another date later.

"Oh, I'd love to!" Fellow said happily. "Might I suggest going to wine country for the next date? I know it's far from the temple... But I've never done wine tasting in a vineyard before!"

If that date was going to end like like this one...

You nod happily and give Fellow a kiss on his chest.

[sl33py-g4m3r]

throwing a question out into the void~~ cause idk~~ could look some stuff up about it and might later, but I'm tired and want to go to bed.

how do you cook without eggs?

like make custards or cakes or other things without eggs?

I guess it depends on "what" I need that particular egg substitute to do; like binding, or leavening or something and find a fitting sub...

last time I tried to bake without eggs I forgot what it was but I think it ended kinda bad~~ and wasn't good~~

trying to stay vegetarian and eat dairy, but cut out eggs from everywhere, as I'm out of them at home~~

my intention is to eventually get all of my lacto vegetarian stuff ate (hot cocoa, nutella, pasta side things, ice cream, cheese that I shouldn't have picked up)... and eventually go vegan when I run out of those things.

so~~ how was any of your alls transitions to a vegan diet? how did you learn how to bake and make "egg heavy" recipes without them?

I can already sub out dairy pretty easily; and like a lot of non dairy milks~~ I've been using them for a couple years now~~

griping a bit again~~ that vegan chocolate spreads are more expensive for less than the store brand hazlenut spread, which is twice as much~~

why is specialty stuff so expensive??? T_T;;

[weezly14]

so i used to use this more as a blog where i talked about my life and my feelings and there's been both a lot and nothing happening in my life lately but i sure do have feelings! so i'm gonna write it down and send vibes into the universe because why not. what else do i have to do today?

i've been a little MIA in terms of working on my fics. i've barely written. first it was a rough fucking winter; then summer kicked my ass just as bad. i hate summer.

"but why has it been rough?"

well, because i'm not fucking pregnant yet.

we've been trying for a baby (i hate this phrase) for ten months? ish? and nothing has happened. in school they made it sound like you skip protection once and you'll get knocked up; my mom got accidentally pregnant twice. and here i am, charting dates and peeing on ovulation predictor sticks and tracking symptoms and the whole nine yards, timing sex and taking fucking prenatals and vitamins and not eating sushi or steak during the two week wait and not drinking at all, and all i've gotten to show for it is my fucking period, every month like clockwork.

the studies say, it can take up to a year. yes, most couples get pregnant within six months, but sometimes it takes longer. sure, fine, whatever.

so it's been hard enough trying to get pregnant and then failing (because it does feel like failing, every time), but then two things happened in quick succession:

my best friend got pregnant, sort of accidentally;

i got sent for bloodwork and the results caused my doctor to refer me straight to a fertility clinic.

when i saw the results i cried, but i thought i was just spiraling and being over dramatic. sure, my AMH is really low, but it's technically still in range, and that's not everything, right? my other tests were mostly fine, not totally out of the normal range. then i called my doctor's office, only to be told "we're referring you to a clinic, your ob/gyn doesn't think you'll get pregnant without treatment."

it's a hell of a thing to be told while standing in the pasta aisle of a grocery store.

in the midst of being referred to the clinic, i of course googled. read articles and papers. cried to my husband, my mom, my friends. of course the clinic was booking weeks out; in three weeks i'll go for my first appointment. my mom said, well maybe now you'll get pregnant. it happens, you know - people struggle and then as soon as they get booked to see a specialist, or start IVF, they get pregnant.

my period started over the weekend. it was not a good time.

the thing about trying for a baby is that every month is the same fucking rollercoaster, only you can't get off, and despite knowing exactly how it'll go, it's still somehow traumatic every time. every cycle there's the devastation when your period starts, followed by the hopeful/planning mode of "let me now track ovulation, let's chart out when we need to have sex." then there's the actual sex - trying to still have fun with it as opposed to the clinical "literally all we need is for you to finish," though sometimes it is just the quickie before work or after dinner because it's Fertile Week and we need to optimize our chances so it doesn't matter if it's not very romantic, we can have romantic sex later. after that it's the waiting game, the two weeks of overanalyzing every ache, every twinge, of looking up expected due dates and thinking about how to announce to family and friends, of hoping and thinking that maybe you are actually pregnant - all followed by the two, three days leading up to your period where every trip to the bathroom has the potential to devastate. where every pms symptom is enough to set off a fresh round of tears until your period actually starts. i've stopped taking pregnancy tests early. the stark white negatives (or rude NO - on the digital tests) was too much for me to handle in my already hormonal, pms state.

it hasn't been a year, which makes me feel like i shouldn't be so upset already. on the other hand, my egg reserve is apparently incredibly low - that is, i'm rapidly running out of eggs, and who knows if the ones i've got are even any good. in three weeks we'll see a fertility specialist, and based on my extensive research and trolling on reddit and listening to podcasts, i'm fairly confident they're going to tell us it's IVF or bust.

because i'm running out of eggs, for reasons that might not exist, or might just be "sometimes things just suck for certain people." some people get a diagnosis of "unexplained infertility," which basically means the doctors have run every test and there's no reason you can't get pregnant. we aren't in that camp, we're likely in the "diminished ovarian reserve" camp. for reasons that are unexplained.

meanwhile, my best friend is pregnant, and i can't talk to her without crying.

we moved into a bigger house a year ago in preparation for kids. we got our finances in order, we made sure our marriage was solid, we planned - and now? we've always wanted two, maybe three. at this point i think we'll be lucky to get one. maybe i'm being pessimistic. i'm trying to be confident but also realistic. IVF doesn't work for everyone. even my clinic, which has the best numbers in the state, has a 63% success rate. sounds great, and it is - but that's 37% of couples who don't go home with a baby. nationally, the outcomes are something like 50ish% of IVF cycles will result in a live birth (they measure by both pregnancy and live birth, because even if you've managed to get pregnant, there's no guarantee you'll stay pregnant.)

today is a good day, by the way. today i can talk to my mom, i can call up our insurance, i can write this and be factual and calm and not crying. today i feel like we have a good chance, like we will end up with a take home baby. today i'm cleaning my house and looking up meal plans to increase my fertility. exercise regimens to help me get in shape to increase my fertility. tomorrow might be a bad day. bad days are when i can barely get off the couch, where i cry at the thought or mention of my fertility. where a tiktok of a dad and baby sends me spiraling. when it all feels fucking useless and unfair.

today is a good day. i don't know what tomorrow's going to be yet.

i've been isolating all summer, which isn't hard to do when most of my friends aren't local. but i find i don't want to be around anyone, really. i don't want to talk to people. i don't want to be asked how i'm doing, i don't want to be asked what's new or what i've been up to.

"i've been cleaning my house and trying to get pregnant and failing. last week i made a new recipe, and today i cried."

it's not an exciting life i'm leading these days. and anyway, no one wants to hear about fertility struggles.

it's not that i'm too stressed. i don't need to go on vacation, or get drunk and have sex, or relax and then i'll get pregnant. sure, i could use a vacation, but that's not the magic ticket. the problem isn't lack of sex. i have depression; the stress is always there, but that's why i see my therapist and my psychiatrist. that's why i take my meds and do my self-soothing shit.

i'm not pregnant because i'm just not. and hopefully the specialist will have a plan and hopefully that plan has a more than 30% chance of succeeding, and hopefully we get to bring a baby home - but today? today i'm not pregnant, and it's not a guarantee that i ever will be.

so even though today is a good day, i'm still really fucking sad.

but, you know. i'm trying to have hope.

that, too, is a cycle.

[robbybirdy]

Baking therapy on a budget Ft. Genshin Characters: Chongyun - Pasta salad

Hey, every birdy. Today we are going to be looking at one of my all-time favorite summer dishes. Because it is so simple and honest because it is best served cold. 

The character that best suits this recipe is Chongyun or popsicle boy. Yes, I know that his real recipe would in fact be a popsicle. But I had no idea how to make a popsicle when I didn’t have popsicle sticks at the ready. Chongyun (chun-young) is a young man from Liyue who is an exorcist but is not very good because he gives off too much yang energy, and therefore the spirits are already gone by the time he tries to exercise them. And his favorite foods are cold things. 

The recipe and the measurements will be down in the description below. 

This is one of those recipes that I grew up eating, and it is hard to actually right out a recipe. Because it is so diverse. Each time we eat it, it is so different. But there are some things that always stay the same. Like the pasta. 

So what you will need for a good pasta salad is:

Pasta of any shape will do

Mayo 

Mustard

Pickles 

Onions 

Celery or some other crunch

Hard boiled eggs 

Lunch meat or cooked meat

Any other produce that you may have on hand

The first thing you are going to do is cook your pasta, and boil your eggs. Once they are both done, place them in separate bowls and set them in the fridge so that they can chill for at least 1-2 hours. 

After the pasta has cooled you are going to grab the biggest bowl you have and place the pasta in it. 

Now you will want to cut up your eggs, and place them in the bowl. 

Using whatever produce you have on hand, cut them up and put them in the bowl. The options for the produce are endless. I have had pasta salad SO many times in my life, and I don’t think i have ever had the same one twice. So you chose what produce you want. 

The same goes for proteins. If you want this dish to be heavy on the veggies and less on the meat, then you could simply add in some beans. The options are endless. It is very common for our household to go this route in the summer because it is hot and we really don’t want a lot of meat. 

Once you have all of your fixings cut up and in the bowl, you can make your dressing. For this you are going to add mayo, mustard and a little bit of pickles and the juice for the extra kick. But if that seems to bland for your liking, you could add ranch or any other type of salad dressing. Italian dressing is good for this as well. 

The possibilities are endless, enjoy your pasta salad. 

This is probably one of the first recipes I know from heart. I would help my mom make this every summer and she would tell me “we are going to be using what we have.” And so pasta salad has become one of the most versatile things in our house. 

I hope that you liked this recipe.  Feel free to check it out for yourself. See you in the next post. Thank you.

Pinterest: Here

Recipe: Here

Ingredients 

1 package of Pasta of any shape will do

1 Cup Mayo - enough to cover the pasta

2 Tablespoons Mustard - if you like mustard add more, if you are like my mom and I add just enough to make it have a mustard taste 

¼ cup Pickles + juice - you don’t want have to much, just enough to have a tangy flavor

1 Cup - Salad Dressing of your choice- If you don’t want to use the mayo+mustard dressing you can just add in your dressing

1 or 2 Onions - depending on the size of your onions  

1 bunch Celery or some other crunch

12 or 14  Hard boiled eggs 

Lunch meat or cooked meat

Any other produce that you may have on hand

Cook the pasta according to the package. Place it in a bowl in the fridge once it is done. Then cook your eggs, and place them in the fridge in a bowl of water for about 1 to 2 hours. Grab the biggest bowl that you have and dump your pasta into, cut up your eggs and place them into the bowl. Cut up your produce and place in the bowl. Add the dressing of your choice, either the mayo and mustard or the salad dressing. Mix everything together and either eat right away, or chill it for a bit longer.  

[virusinfected-memes]

TIK TOK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 5 ;

85 starters. CW: cussing, sexual themes, violence. Some starters are just random quotes from Tik Tok creators, some starters are from Tik Tok trends that have popped up over the past year or so. The original sources of these trends are from various memes, shows, songs, and other popular media. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PARTS: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4]

"Alright, on your knees, mortal scum! You stand in the presence of _____!"

"Always remember: you may not be able to change the past, but you can still ruin the future."

"Am I ever gonna get it?"

"And if you call me a bitch, make sure to put 'sensitive' in front of it."

"And I keep my side of the street clean. You wouldn't know what I mean."

"But I can't forgive you."

"But I don't want to stay in the middle."

"Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?"

"Come out and haunt me."

"Did I mistake you for a sign from God?"

"Don't be ridiculous, _____. Everybody wants this."

"Don't try to find me."

"Do you ever just have this deep seated desire to bother people? I have clown blood."

"Do you think I'm fragile?"

"Do you wanna dance, baby?"

"Everybody wants to rule the world."

"Get in, sparkle farts! We got chaos to spread!"

"Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure."

"Honey, I love you. I think you're a terrific girl. But you have clothes like a fucking dickhead."

"I can't take Benadryl because I owe the Hat Man money and I don't want to see him."

"I didn't know I could love something this much until I laid my eyes on you."

"I don't ever wanna see you and I never wanna miss you again."

"I don't need to be fixed. I need to be rebuilt."

"If you touch that again, I shall kill you right now. Do not touch this! This is a 'no touching' zone!"

"I got nothing to lose."

"I guarantee I gotcha'."

"I have not behaved one single day of my life. Not one single day have I behaved and I'm fine."

"I just can't say goodbye."

"I just heard a butt-curdling scream."

"I know that violence is not the answer, but... Yes, it is."

"I know you see me looking at you on the daily."

"I know you want me."

"I love that Netflix was like, "OoOoh, we're gonna reduce your quality to 480p if you don't pay us more!" Like, bruh... I come from the land of 144p Naruto episodes cut into sixteen parts on YouTube. 480 is luxury. 480 is bouge."

"I'm absolutely a danger to my own mental health."

"I'm comin' back for you, baby."

"I mean, look at this thing! I can't imagine a more beautiful thing."

"I mean, what if I don't want to live the way you live?"

"I might be broke as hell tomorrow, but that's alright, 'cause I'm that bitch today."

"I might kill my ex. Not the best idea."

"I'm in a trance lately."

"I'm not going to nap. I'm just going to rest my eyes and clench my teeth for a little while."

"Im not like other girls. I'm worse."

"I'm one of those witches, babe."

"I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say."

"I'm the love witch. I seduce men with my spells, my potions, my eyes, and my body."

"I'm tired of working on myself. I will now be unapologetically insane."

"I never make the same mistake twice. I make it, like, six or seven times."

"In my dreams, I'm making you pasta and nothing bad has happened to us yet."

"I said I wasn't gonna be judgmental, but fuck it. I'm sick, I have an excuse."

"I think I like when it rains."

"It's already too late for you to try and run away."

"It's me. Hi. I'm the problem, it's me."

"I want to get on my broomstick and fly away with my kitty to another city to work on my witch powers, then live with a pregnant woman who owns a bakery and start a delivery service."

"I want to go to there."

"I was at about six there. You don't wanna see me go to ten."

"Mortals, behold! The glory of the kill is mine!"

"No, I don't think you understand. I'm obsessed."

"Normalize being a sleepyhead. It's okay to be eternally trapped within the realm of ancient dreams."

"Nothing ever lasts forever."

"Not working out? Not eating right? Fucked up sleep schedule? You aren't depressed. You're on your way to achieving tremendous arcane power. Become the wizard you were meant to be."

"Oh, you think the b-word's offensive? You should hear what I say in the Call of Duty lobbies."

"Okay, I don't know how you went this long without knowing this, but there are people out there who create original Sonic the Hedgehog characters, and often those characters fuck."

"Okay, well, what you said was some bullshit. That's what it is."

"Okay... Why'd you have to fucking bring that up?"

"One kiss is all it takes."

"Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why."

"So you're telling me if I killed your family, you wouldn't be my friend anymore?"

"Take a swing. Here's my neck."

"The next time you feel lazy, remember that laziness is a puritanical myth based on the sin of idleness and is used to oppress people into forced labor."

"There are currently no bug-dragon dual type Pokémon, but I wanna share a few insects that I think would make good candidates for being the first."

"They keep on asking me who is he."

"What are you gonna do with that? You gonna hit me? Better make it count. Better make it hurt. Better kill me with one shot."

"Whatever I've done, I did it for love."

"Which was more culturally significant? The Renaissance... or 'Single Ladies' by Beyoncé?"

"Who wants to look simple when you can look stunning?"

"Why do I keep getting attracted?"

"Why don't you sit right down and stay a while?"

"Why do we keep telling people who aren't freaky that they're vanilla? Vanilla is the freakiest flavor. Like, look at ice cream, for example. It goes good with all of the toppings. Vanilla doesn't care who you pair it up with, so long as they get on top. I aspire to be as slutty as vanilla is. Also, if you are a slut, what flavor of ice cream are you, bitch? Pistachio? Neo-political? That's fucking disgusting."

"Will I get over it? No. But life goes on."

"Yeah, I'm gay. Good at Yu-Gi-Oh."

"Yes, I am doing blasphemy! Yes!"

"You better fix my entire life, you little shit."

"You can't keep me waiting."

"You might play the same games as me, but I play them in a far worse and more unskilled way than you ever will."

"You're just being cynical."

[a-strange-inkling]

First of all, I LOVED THE UPDATE OF OLD HAUNTS. Second I am now Craving for a back story especially with what was written in the new chapter, you have me HOOKED.

😭 Thank you so much!! Oh yes, I’m absolutely working on a prequel. I plan to post it once Old Haunts is finished just so I’m not having too many stories to update at once. BUT how about a little snippet of it??

For context: This is after Chrissy escapes the upside down and is hiding out with Eddie at Reefer Rick’s:

***

The knocks help. Their secret little code.

Four beats. The question.

Are you still there?

Two beats. The answer.

I’m here.

He does it twice while she changes after her shower.

Even a thin wall between them is too much.

Nancy and Steve drop off a box of food, clothes, and supplies.

It’s left on the front steps, with a note on where to meet in the morning. He sighs, picking it up and carrying it to the living room.

She’s sitting in the middle of the couch, in his flannel that looks like it could swallow her whole, her arms wrapped around her knees, head against them, resting to the side. Her hair is still partially wet from her shower. She looks small and tired… she’s not moving.

“Chrissy?” he beckons worriedly, blood running cold.

Chrissy, wake up! C’mon, Chrissy!

She looks up at him and smiles a sweet little smile, her blue eyes shining in the evening light, clear of any pale foggy gloss.

I’m here.

His relief is palpable as he makes his way over to her, setting the box on the coffee table before looking through it.

“Care package.” he supplies, feeling her curious eyes on him. He glances up to see her smile gone, she looks pale, light bruising under her eyes.

“We should probably eat something.” he muses out loud, as he digs through. There’s two apples, a loaf of sliced bread, a bag of rice, saltines, Jiff, jam, a box of pasta, Poptarts, canned vegetables, soups, bottled water, soda, Slim Jim’s.

“Very nutritious, Wheeler,” he quips at the box. “All of the food groups are represented.”

Chrissy emits a soft, amused snort and Eddie gives her a wry smile as he takes a bite of an apple. It’s thick skinned and a little mealy, but hungry as he is, it’s damn near the most delicious thing he has ever tasted.

She's still watching him, fixated.

Undaunted, he keeps her gaze as he chews, wiping the juice from the fruit dripping down his chin with the sleeve of his shirt.

Eat your heart out, Cunningham, I’ve been watching you a lot longer.

“You hungry?”

She shakes her head slowly, turning back to rest on her knees, forfeiting their staring contest.

He frowns. “When was the last time you ate something?”

He’s already doing the math in his head. Three days in that hell hole. She never eats lunch at school. He picked her up right after the game.

Four days!?

She shrugs her shoulders in reply.

“Chrissy…”

“I’m not hungry.” she murmurs softly. It’s the first time she’s spoken in hours.

“Yeah, well, you have to eat something,'' he insists, grabbing a sleeve of saltines and a soda, coming to sit beside her. She turns further away from him. He gives her a few seconds before gently nudging her with his elbow.

Fucking pushing a full work week without eating anything.

“Chrissy, c’mon.” he whispers. Forget the demon from a parallel universe she somehow managed to survive, he’s going to lose her to something as base as starvation.

“I can’t, Eddie.”

“You have to try.” he pleads gently.

“No.” She shakes her head vigorously, meeting his gaze. “…I’ll just get sick.” she tells him, like it’s a big dark secret, tears in the corner of her eyes. She buries her face in her hands. “I don’t want to get sick.”

[drawthething]

Headcanon questions! What kind of hobbies would the Pesto boys get into together? Have they ever tried cooking together? What would the perfect Saturday look like for them?

Hope you don't mind but I tried to combine the answers to these questions into a hc list, pffffft:

• So there was a phase where Jimmy Jr tried so hard to get his lil bros into 80s dance movies, and every Saturday morning he put on something like "Footloose" and analysed the whole thing for the twins. Andy & Ollie never really understood what he said and kept getting distracted

J-ju just gave up eventually and begrudgingly put on one of those dumb kid shows so they can all watch it together instead (though he'd rather die than admit to them that he found those enjoyable)

• The twins looove drawing and Jimmy just asks to join in whenever he's bored. Andy & Ollie also drew like, a thousand portraits of their brother. Their versions look exactly the same everytime, but somehow, SOMEHOW J-ju is able to tell which one is Andy's and which one is Ollie's

And when Zeke comes over and sees two scribbling drawings in J-ju's room he's like "Oh yeah, they're my brothers' 😐 Ikr I look so dumb in those 🙄" (but he taped them on the wall next to his Red Hot Chili Pepper poster FOR A REASON)

• The boys fricking love watching their turtle doing like... literally anything. There are lazy weekend afternoons where they spend several hours doing so. Zeke also brings Leslie's turtle to their place all the time so they can have a little turtle race pfffft

Oooo and for them baby twins only? Every night they take a bloody ton of times whispering goodnights to Terry: "Andy and I love you, Terry." - "Okay, now my turn :D. Ollie and I love you, Terry." - "Wait let me say it again to him"

• Cooking... oooof that sounds like the most disastrous thing the boys could pull off together pffft. BUT occasionally when Pesto Sr forgets that he has children to feed and straight up leaves the house for the entire night (buttchin won parent of the year again 🥳!!) then uhhh, dinner for three, with undercooked pasta, microwaved leftover pizzas and omelette that is waaay too salty. They have some fun though, plus they get to eat on the couch ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

• Them boys have secret snacks parties in each other's room sometimes. And maybe J-ju loves his gum too much to consider sharing at times, but he knows he HAS to teach his brothers how to blow a perfect bubblegum (boy succeeded at it twice and already thought that he's an expert). So uhhh, yeah, they get the privilege :D

[nancypullen]

Hole in One

Alrighty! I returned home from Florida yesterday, racing ahead of storms the whole way. The mister and I arrived in our driveway around 5 o'clock and I immediately dumped suitcases and started laundry. I had to get a jump on things, it's just a week until Christmas and I can't be bogged down with run of the mill chores - I have stuff to do! My visit with my mom and sister was fun, we spent most of it shopping and eating, the two sacred female activities. I had hoped to get a haircut while I was down there since the Denton stylists have done me wrong (fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice...they've fooled me twice already). But there just weren't any appointments available. I'm tempted to get a short hairstyle, even though I don't like my face with short hair. It might be easier as far as wash and dry, but I'd have to maintain it with cuts every six to eight weeks so that's actually higher maintenance. Looks like I will sail into old age with pony tails and Farrah layers. At this point I really don't care. My mother suggested I just let it grow and sport a long braid. That appeals to me - seems like a very artsy, slightly hippie vibe, and I'm a fan of that. It may also mean I've given up. You win, hair.

My sister's birthday was on our schedule for the visit. We celebrated with presents, a good dinner, and dessert. She said that she wanted a fruit platter instead of a cake, and the birthday girl's wishes are supposed to come true.

We didn't get to light those candles. She'd contracted the plague right before traveling and no one wanted her blowing all over the fruit. It wasn't covid, but she spent most of the trip coughing, dripping, and blowing. Not fun for her at all. On the other hand, if you have stock in facial tissue or Sudafed she boosted your profits. Merry Christmas. Still, a good time was had by all and then we flew away to our respective nests. And speaking of flying, on my way down to Florida I gave the gift that keeps on giving - laughter. Apparently, choosing to fly comfortably in my favorite old jeans was a mistake. They broke up with me on this trip. We parted ways.

Sadly, I was unaware that it had happened. I have no idea how long I walked around showing the world my underwear. I had a three hour layover in Atlanta where I walked around and around and up and down. Escalators, trains, jetways - you're welcome holiday travelers. Enjoy telling your friends about the lady in front of you who didn't know her pants had split. It wasn't until I arrived at my mother's house that my sister pointed out that it looked like I'd "had a blow out". Of course. It wasn't even because they were tight, they weren't, just really, really old. They'd been washed a million times, I suppose I should have checked them for thinning spots. Naturally travel day was the day the threads just couldn't hold on another minute. Oh well. If you were in the Atlanta airport on December 12th and saw an old lady's underwear, speak kindly of her. She didn't know. Today I'm doing the bare minimum. I have a very busy few days ahead and no rest in sight until the new year. I feel myself coming down with my sister's cold, or maybe it was given to me by any of the hundreds of people hacking and snorting in the airports and on planes. I have too much to do to be sick, so I'm going to pretend it's not happening. I'm ready for Christmas, but not all of the meals involved. I'll be feeding a crowd from the 22nd through, I think, the 29th. Other than Xmas dinner I'm keeping it simple. A big pot of chili one night, sheet pan suppers, maybe a pasta bake with rotini and meatballs, definitely something in the crockpot one night. I'm out of ideas. None of that sounds delicious to me, and certainly not as healthy as we'd normally eat, but I just need to get through that week of meals. No one will die from it.

So I'm making my grocery list and checking it twice, then I'm going to wash my hair, and finish up a little laundry. Mickey has a photo club meeting tonight so I'm just making quick taco bowls (seasoned ground turkey, black beans, cauliflower rice, tomato & onion, etc) for dinner. I may spend the evening watching Hallmark movies and pretending I live in one of those adorable fictional towns. I'll be the struggling bakery owner trying to charm the big city exec who represents the corporation trying to buy out my little shop. We'll fall in love somewhere between the obligatory snowball fight and accidentally bumping into each other under the mistletoe. Although I'm strapped for cash I'll wear a different designer coat and new boots in every scene. In the end he won't be able to resist me and my fabulous wardrobe and he'll surprise me by becoming a silent investor in my bakery and dropping to one knee in front of the town's giant Christmas tree (or an ice skating rink, your choice). The predictable plot lines are what I love about them. I hope your week has been better than split pants and sneezes, and that you spend your evening feeling cozy and content. That's my goal. The countdown to Santa has begun and I couldn't be happier. Let's do this! Sending out lots of love. Stay safe, stay well, go ahead and have another cookie. XOXO, Nancy

[louisianaturra]

Carlton wine room, Carlton

It was my mum’s bday. She loves this place. I do too. It wasn’t that long ago that I was here and had every intention of reviewing it, however too much time passed. So I was happy that we were returning, another chance to critique this well renowned establishment.

Walking in, it’s bustling. Mind you it’s only 6pm, and it’s already busy. Like I said ‘well renowned establishment’. The host was quick to greet us at the door and tell us where our table was. The walls are white, black lights and wooden stools. Nothing offensive here. Classic, clean. We were led upstairs to another section that has round booths, sounds trashy but again it’s classic, kind of New York style.

Our waiter was personable, lovely and attentive. My partner and I arrived a little later than others, however she was quick to serve us a glass of champagne to match the table. Good guess. I love champagne. Carlton wine room is all about sharing. The food is prepared to be enjoyed and dissected by all at the table. I know it sounds bossy, but I usually take charge at places like this. People get overwhelmed and worry about who will like what. I just order as varied as possible to include everyones taste preferences. Most people appreciate it, others may get annoyed. Oh well. We ordered some oysters, Tasmanian. Good, some a little frozen, but of quality. We then ordered an anchovy on fried bread with whipped ricotta and pickled cucumber. We had one vego, the waiter offered to replace the anchovy with a mushroom. My sister in law said it was delicious. Ours was a beautiful starter, thin crispy bread with a subtle mix of salty, sweet and sour. Lovely.

Next was the eggplant dish, this was bursting with flavour. Mint, chilli, currents, with a creamy finish however had texture. The other dish was the asparagus, with an avocado sauce and salmon roe. The roe bursts little salt pop rocks into your mouth, and the avocado balances the dish nicely. I would have preferred less roe, a little overpowering.

The next dish was an obvious favourite, so much so that my partner and brother agreed to order another after the main. This was the stracciatella with pickled mushrooms and chive oil. I cannot describe the decadence of this dish, to look at yuk. To eat, an absolute delight. Look past the frog swamp, grab a potato focaccia( hand made, light and fluffy) and dig in. You won’t regret it.

By this point I had a few Awericanos and a Chardonnay. I decided to order some sparkling, the waiter brought me the champagne from earlier… I didn’t realise until 3 glasses in… whoops. This was also when I realised that we had been waiting over 30mins for our mains…

Our mains were pork and chicken. The pork was served in a mustard style sauce, it was good, however I am a terrible judge of pork. It reminds me of human.. too graphic? Sorry. The chicken had big chunks of bacon, mushroom and a lovely red wine jus. The chicken was cooked perfectly, juicy and well seasoned. There was also a side of grilled zucchini and ricotta. A lovely palate cleanser.

My sister in law ordered the rigatoni with smoked ricotta, tomato and basil. Before it was ordered I very politely said to the waiter that last time we ordered this the pasta was under cooked and cold. She looked at me sarcastically and said ‘okay I’ll tell the chef to COOK the food this time’. I realise it may have come across as snooty, however I wasn’t being an arsehole and her response was uncalled for. Give me shit behind my back instead. Mind you this wasn’t our original waiter. Figures. When the dish came out, the pasta was al dented however it was cold again… disappointing.

The dessert is worth ordering. I never ever think twice about ordering a rum baba. Seems old school and out of fashion. The Carlton wine rooms rum baba deserves an award. For The booziest rum baba in town. They present it as a slice of cake, rather than the original muffin shape. It also works perfectly as a share dish, everyone just grabs a spoon and digs in to the booze soaked sponge. An absolute triumph.

The Carlton wine room is a great night out. The service is impeccable, the food is well priced and appears to be served with love and passion. There were some gaps, however the positives override any issues. I highly recommend the rum baba, but be warned, if you are driving… you may blow over the legal limit. Take a taxi.

[pbandjesse]

We are in the car in our way home from Julien's show! It was so good! I haven't listened to much of his music but it was so beautiful. I really enjoyed it! I don't always love live music because it's to loud. But I really had a good time.

Honestly today was really lovely for the most part. I slept okay last night. But I woke up to some very distressed texts from James. They had lost their new gloves and were just falling apart being angry at themselves. And like I get it. They were expensive and stuff. But also. This is a fixable problem. And I hated seeing them being so mean to themselves over something so trivial in the grand scheme of things.

It did make me realize something about myself and my family and how I was raised. I joke a lot about never telling myself no and getting everything stupid thing my little brain ever wants. And how I'm spoiled but not rotten!! And when James lost their gloves I was like. Oh this is fixable. And went on eBay and found some to replace them. Problem solved. James wanted to just beat themselves up, I wanted to just throw money at the problem. Which I think sometimes my family does. This is with all the love in the world because I know how hard my dad worked to be able to do that. If he couldn't fix it himself he would make sure it was handled. And I think I'm very much like that. If I can't make it, fix it, or find it, I'll just. Handle it. I know it's not particularly unhealthy or whatever. It's mostly just an observation about my family's love langue.

So I was a little distressed that James was distressed. But there wasn't anything I could do for them in the moment.

So I got up and got dressed and started organizing the apartment. This would be my big goal for the day. Putting things away. Making a plan for where things will live. I didn't have a ton of time before I needed to go but it was a good start.

I left the house around 930 and went to get breakfast before I got to the museum. And the museum was fun. I don't love doing the desk but I am getting better at it.

When I got there I hugged in James for a bit. They were still distressed but it would lessen throughout the day.

Their meeting got pushed back and I was already a little early. So I made a little walk around the musuem before I sat with James and got to work on my scarf knitting.

I made a ton of progress today. I got through the first ball of yarn I had in this color and started the next. I still will probably have to take the whole thing to joann's to find a color match. But we'll see. Maybe this will be a tube scarf.

Jack and Cindy came in and not only was it Jack's birthday (he did not tell me and I had to find out later) it was also Cindy's first day as an educator. Well at least it was her first day of paperwork. I'm excited! She's so lovely so I'm excited to have her as a coworker.

James went to their meeting and I had some guests come in. They wanted an audio guide and I couldn't figure out why they were all in Spanish and panicked a little. But I would figure it out with only minimal stress. And then I had two more people come in and that was it.

I mostly just got to knit and scroll on my phone and eat my pasta salad. Honestly a really ideal way to spend a few hours.

I did have to answer the phone a few times. Which was scary but mostly because I was sure I wouldn't be able to give anyone the correct information. But I only had to answer it twice and did a pretty good job. Maybe. I dont actually know.

James came down and took back over. And I headed out. I still had energy and I wanted to throw myself into my stuff at home before we had our cannonball run drive to Philly tonight.

I went home. And I knew if I sat down I wouldn't do anything. So I put on a podcast and got to work. I did a lot of moving around. I hung some stuff. I found homes for things.

While I was doing this Elizabeth let me know that the Friday group rescheduled so I didn't have to come in. And that was such a huge relief. I was really stressed about everything.

But she also reminded me I am there Wednesday Thursday and Friday next week. And I somehow double booked myself. So I had to quickly text Jessica and let her know and it's all sorted but that was very stressful for me.

I had disappointing people and I just have. A lot of things and a lot of things to juggle. Sometimes it's going to get messed up but I am trying my very best. And I hope that everyone is aware of that because I really don't want anyone mad at me.

I would set an alarm for 330 so I would know when to leave to get James from work and we could drive to Philly. But I had lots of time.

So I kept sorting in my studio. I cleaned up my desk a lot. Moved things around. I found all my Christmas gifts and put them in one box. And found all my in progress quilts and put them in another box. It is not done at all but it's a start.

I would really like to do a big purge before the winter. I used to be so good at purging stuff. But there has been a lot of anxiety tied up in my objects lately. I don't know what it is. But it has become a lot more guilt inducing to get rid of things.

James said they will help me but I am still nervous about it. I both wish I had nothing and also with I have more shelves so things would just be vertical. I love shelves. If wood wasn't so stupid expensive. Maybe I'll look into some planks.

I would eventually sit and have a sandwich. I also heated up my hot glue gun and fixed a few things that I had been putting off. And then I worked on my new iron on sweatshirt with my more accurate puhtok translation. Which I think is peak comedy. I did not have enough P,'s so I have to cut an R. But you cannot tell. I am going to embroider trees on the top with a million french knots. But I'm looking forward to another project. You know how I am.

I would lay down for a half hour. Just to rest a little. And then I was off to get James.

James ended up getting pulled into a meeting. So I stayed in the parking lot and organized the car a little. Moved some stuff around. Threw out the trash in the back. Mike let me know that James would be a little but that was okay. We had lots of time.

James wanted us to leave right at 4 but we would leave a little later then that. I just chilled knitting in the parking lot. And then once we were in the road I kept knitting.

James let me know some work drama. And vented a little. I told them about my afternoon. But really it was just a nice drive.

We were slightly worried about the world series traffic. But it would only affect us a little towards the end. And we would find parking around 630.

We got to the venue and it was still an hour before the doors opened. So we went to find something to eat and a bathroom.

We found a fancy little pizza place and got a tiny pizza that was upside down. Cheese with sauce on top. It was pretty good. I enjoyed the company more.

We met up with the rest of Julien's family outside the venue. Grace and David and Katie and George. And it was really nice to see them. We had comp ticket. We were on the guest list. So we waited by the door for those and just talked. I people watched.

Inside was a small stage room with a bar. And it was honestly lovely. The crowd was small but enthusiastic. And when Julien started they were so nice to listen to.

But I was also just enjoying watching everyone. The people dancing. The couples. The bassist had a great cloud sweater and the girl on the barricade was clearly their girlfriend and they made faces at eachother the entire set and it was super sweet.

There were two songs I specifically really like. The very last song was my favorite one. And then we were heading to the back to check out the merch. We got shirts and a CD. And waited for Julien to come out.

I ended up talking to David for a while. He does tree work and I was fascinated by that. I have been trying more to ask people specifics about themselves. I am very comfortable talking about me. Probably from art school. And I want to know more about others but they aren't comfortable just. Telling me after I tell them like I want them to be. So I am practicing actually asking. It's always interesting to find out about other people's lives.

And then the band was there. I asked the bassist where their cloud sweater was from. May have already found one on eBay. And gave Julien a big hug. He did such a good job and I am very proud of him.

We chatted for a few minutes but we wanted to get out of there before the next act. We said goodbye before things got to loud and we were out.

We found the car and got our car drinks. And decided we had enough coffee and water to drive straight back.

And that's what we are doing now. We are about half way home. And I am really excited to get a shower and go to bed. Today was a really good day.

I hope tomorrow is good too. I don't have to rush to puhtok in the morning to set up because the group isn't coming on Friday. But I do have two canneries. One I'm leading. I hope it's another good day with great people.

I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well everyone. Stay safe!! I love you!!