#i love you leekie

[ssreeder]

*taps mic*

*screeching synth noise*

hem hem

first of all

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

now that we have That out of the way

SREEDIE YOU’RE SO SPEEDY (that’s an awful rhyme I’m so sorry) ARE YOU READY TO HEAR MY EVERY THOUGH WHILE READING THIS CHAPTER (once again I’m so sorry But not sorry enough to spare you bc I’ve gotta keep being annoying to remind you why we got divorced)

yikes it really must be lowkey terrifying on katara’s end rn… like it’s pretty much the whole They Died And Came Back Wrong trope except sokka only died in theory and yet came back wrong anyway. I feel so bad for her :((

SLAY TOPH keep an eye on iroh please

not katara suspending her disbelief regarding jet being heroic T-T

this is actually a really interesting dynamic change for katara and sokka bc even though katara was always caring for everyone else in the show, sokka was always the one person who was always looking out for katara, so to have him be the sibling that needs taking care of is like… damn yk

okay maybe this means absolutely nothing BUT I feel like jet losing his arm and therefore his ability to wield dual blades has the potential to cause even more tension with zuko bc jet will not only hate him for being fire nation but now they won’t even be evenly matched in a fight and he’s gonna resent the fact that zuko still has both arms. and that’s ASIDE from the fact that it’s gonna be a gruelling healing process before jet even gets the chance to Think about picking up a blade again

jet: is literally on his deathbed

suki: I’m looking respectfully-

“how did sokka handle that” well katara isn’t that the money question, and unfortunately the answer is always Not Very Well

oh katara sokka has also stabbed a man to death with a stick so uh,, yeah while amputating jet’s arm was unideal, alas it is far from the most gory shit sokka has done

perfect girl but sokka wants a boyyyyyyyy~ (these bitches gay)

yes sokka let’s try to keep the house hacking to a minimum shall we

okay definitely nothing has been solved but crying on the bathroom floor is actually very therapeutic not that I’m speaking from personal experience or anything haha HOWEVER I do think sokka needs to cry for longer for the catharsis to work properly. so that’s my note sreedie. MAKE HIM CRY MORE

fuck dude there’s just.. Nothing like sibling relationships. like obviously katara and sokka are (were?) really close siblings but even when siblings are estranged to whatever extent it’s still just so different from any other kind of relationship you have with other people so it’s like… if Anyone would be able to help sokka it would be katara. idk how to express it but not even zuko would be able to help sokka the way katara (though he would Understand it more) bc sokka needs to know that he has people that have enduring love for him and the only person he’ll be able to trust to give him that initially would be katara and I just AHHHHH

YAY MORE CRYING YOU LISTENED TO ME

ugh sokka stop LYING you LIAR

zuko IS an asshole and I love that about him <3

not katara’s bluffing about yue- absolutely appalling effort folks, katara this is the funniest thing you have ever done

sorry I know it was a very intense and somber situation but I just find it hilarious that the solution to zuko being stubborn and refusing to cooperate (however much that is understandable given the circumstances) is just to straight up knock him out. like night night kiddo

ah shit I wish iroh weren’t the one undressing zuko. actually I wish nobody was undressing zuko this is just shit

ZUKO PLEASE YOU’RE DYING WHY ARE YOU STILL AWAKE

speech impediment zuko my beloved <3

ZUKO WHY ARE YOU A MENACE literally first thing out of his mouth that’s not defensive in an attempt to protect himself is to fucking insult jee I can’t T-T

JEE YOU SAVAGE ily

zuko bit jee I forgot omfg this is hilarious (even though it’s actually very sad but shhh we’re ignoring that)

jee the emotional support bestie reporting for duty bc he is the only emotionally stable adult in this household

iroh: is indescribably furious about the fact that zuko has been tortured

also iroh: my this boy has a mighty strange haircut going on

ah fuck here we go. it’s SA discovery time >:/

sreedie did jee break something accidentally bc he was in shock or did he smash something out of rage

rasu fashion icon <3

dragon of the west popping off with the murder plans

when a blind girl and a human disaster are left alone in the kitchen-

oh okay so he Did break a table. slay.

jee in dad mode <3

SOKKA JUST FUCKING TELL PEOPLE PLEASE THIS IS FRUSTRATING AND SAD AT THE SAME TIME WTF

I’m sorry but not jee thinking sokka is a bigger pain in the ass than zuko. alas, he does have a point

OHIHOHOHHEHEHEHE ITS CHANG BITCHES AND HE’S IN HIS GIRLBOSS ERA

nvm chang is in his struggle era actually

lots of layers LIKE AN ONION-

OH SHIT REHO RECOGNISES CHANG

“little wet-noodle” PLEASE I adore chang

for once in her life, slay ara, now the story is finally fucking getting a move on (no shade to you sreedie <33)

lmao bato is so right both about sokka AND about teasing hakoda despite being in the midst of a very tense wartime situation

omg in relation to you an: pls let zuko fuck up all of sokka’s lies accidentally bc this boy cannot lie for shit LET ALONE when he doesn’t realise he even needs to lie and is also high as fuck from iroh drugging him so that he doesn’t bite people

OR sokka is gonna see zuko on his sickbed and immediately his whole world is gonna narrow down to just zuko (understandably) and everyone else in the room is gonna figure out what’s going on pretty quick and effectively sokka just exposes HIMSELF à la love for zuko spewing out of him alongside guilt and regret and fear and relief (essentially the full emotional gambit)

in review: sokka needs to cry more, zuko should bite more people, zukka needs to reunite, I love jee, I love chang, hakoda is gonna need a head massage after all the mental gymnastics he’s gonna be subjected to next chapter. THE END.

love you So much TOODLES *mwah*

LEEEEEEKI BELOVED!!!!

I’m sure you’re like wtf ex lover why aren’t you answering my ask & I’m innocently over here cherishing every word and sniffing it until it loses your smell….

Yes, I’m weirdo. But you keep coming back for me so HA…. ;)

I know some people in the comments were like “I can’t believe Sokka just DID THAT!! no way!!”

& it’s like what’s worse? Stabbing someone in the neck 30 times with a jagged stick you found on the ground while pretend shitting or cutting off your kind of enemy kind of whatever guys arm to save his life??

(There was also the warden situation too… so idk I think Sokka is pretty desensitized at this point and is so emotionally constipated that he doesn’t know HOW to feel about ANYTHING right now ((except Zuko))))

Jee: Zuko is the most difficult person

Jee meets Sokka: I stand corrected

Haha I enjoy your reviews, & I can’t wait to see you soon!!

[kingsmedley]

@abstractreign​ asked: He holds his finger up to his chin, and asks: “what  conspiracy  theories  do  you  believe?” { for leeky ovo

“Hm. I tend to be quite skeptical of conspiracy theories, actually, both on an individual and conceptual level,” Joshua says.

“See, conspiracy theories are deeply entwined with antisemitism, and have been for ages. Even today, they’re often used as a vehicle to promote antisemitic ideas in a way most people wouldn’t pick up on, all the while retaining the ability to claim some degree of plausible deniability. They frequently center around the idea of a small group of elites that secretly control the world--an idea that has been around and applied to Jews for centuries.

“Sometimes these elites are portrayed as being nonhuman, or as drinking blood, or any number of other tropes, but regardless of the details, many conspiracy theories are rooted in the same old ideas. It’s all terribly disappointing, honestly--I imagine they could be quite fun if they were harmless, but when do people at large ever have fun without some type of insidiousness?”

He huffs, then pauses. "The United States ‘moon landing’ was a hoax, though,” he adds, throwing in a casual hair flip for effect. “Obviously.”

[bluerosetarot]

Silly idea due to the fact I have the cilantro = soap gene. Expanding off this post I made yesterday. Gonna be a fluffy fun fic with a lil spice at the end.

Tags: fem!reader x Soap Mactavish, blowjobs, cunnilingus

Tagging: @tf141glory because they said they wanted a fic from that joke post

You noticed that Task Force 141 ordered a lot of takeout, though you chalked that up to the grueling work that you all did to keep the world safe. MREs were all fine and good and you noticed each of the men had their own particular food they could cook.

Soap would occasionally cook something called cock-a-leekie soup and the name of the dish never ceased to make you chuckle, much to his enjoyment. You noticed that when you laughed he would always give you a big smile, the corners of his eyes wrinkling ever so slightly.

Price was a traditional British man through and through; the man loved bangers and mash and at one point cooked it every day for a week until you got sick of it and you never saw him without a scone at tea.

You'd asked Ghost what he knew to cook one time and he shrugged, giving you an answer that avoided talking about himself like he always did. But you noticed that next weekend he was in the kitchen making a cottage pie for everyone. You'd given him a little teasing about hidden culinary skills to which he told you the very vaguest parts of his history from when he was a child; the enjoyment he got from when his mum would make this exact recipe. There was a sadness to his eyes as he changed the subject so you dropped the subject.

Gaz was the odd man out in that he didn't really know how to cook, you chalked it up to him being the youngest of the team and lacking experience in that department. But the man was amazing with chips and other friend foods which led you to your current dinner, everyone sat around a table with a big plate of curry chips.

The masala curry was on par with what you'd tried from the local shops which made Gaz's smile bright when you complimented him on it.

"Thanks, mate! Made it myself because I had a wild craving for curry chips and figured I'd share. Never made a curry before that wasn't from a jar but I think it turned out alright, yeah?"

"Yeah, not too spicy either. Y' did good on this one!" Soap was already getting a second helping.

"What, got a weak tongue, Sergeant?" Ghost had been picking at his plate idly with a book in front of him.

"Nae wha' ye tryin' ta imply wit tha', LT?" The accent was getting thick as Soap got more excitable. "I'll have ye know ma tongue is quite strong..." You could've swore he gave you a wink at that. "Just cannae stand heat s'all."

"Hmm." A grunt was the lieutenant's only reply as he spooned some green paste onto the top of his chips before offering it to you. "Chutney? Gaz made some cilantro chutney to go with th' chips. Not bad with th' curry."

Your nose crinkled up at the offering, disgust plain on your face.

"No thanks. I'm one of those genetic weirdos where I got a gene that cilantro tastes like soap."

"Aye an' how d'ye know wha' I taste like, bonnie?" Soap hadn't skipped a beat, and his words brought a flush of red to your cheeks.

"You know that is NOT what I meant!"

Soap smirked at you from across the table and took a chip from his plate, putting some chutney on it and offering it to you.

"Ye keen to find out wha' I taste like, bonnie? Here, have a sample."

You'd finished most of your plate already and figured this was as good enough of a time to excuse yourself from dinner. As you washed your plate you could hear Gaz elbowing Soap in the side with a muffled "Oi now cut that out."

Once you got back to your quarters you just laid in bed staring up at the ceiling. You'd had a crush on each of the guys for different reasons, but you wondered if Soap had noticed. Granted, he was always a flirt when the team went out for some r&r at one of the local bars, but up until now you hadn't really thought of the man as interested in you.

A knock made you look up and you heard Soap's voice from the other side of the heavy door.

"I wanted to apologise, bonnie. Ye still awake?"

"Yeah. Door's unlocked, come in."

Soap stuck his head through the door with an expression you'd never seen on his face before. He looked sheepish and truly regretful as he walked in and shut the door behind him.

"I think I might've taken it a bit far tonight, bonnie. Ye seemed upset after dinner and I wanted ta make sure ye weren't mad at me an' all tha'."

That got a small chuckle out of you and you saw his lips quirk up in the slightest of smiles.

"Nah, we're good, Soap. I'm used to your jokes just, uh, caught me off guard a bit, yeah?"

"Oh? An' how's that?"

He had walked from the door to your bed and sat down at the edge, his hand resting on your thigh reassuringly, the gentle way he touched you made you think about what it would be like to have those hands on other parts of your body.

"Ah, well..." You weren't quite sure how to begin. But you knew the man responded well to blunt talk so you took your chances. "I might actually be interested in what you taste like..."

As your words trailed off you could swear Soap's grin couldn't get any bigger.

"Issat so, bonnie? Well perhaps I'm interested on seein' what ye taste like as well."

The fact that your feelings were reciprocated for him made your heart skip a beat even as you sat there in stunned silence. He had moved a bit closer, his larger frame looming over you.

"Jus' a lil taste, aye? Yer lips, my lips, see where this all goes?"

With a silent nod you leaned in to close the gap between your lips, locking together in a slow, sensual kiss as you felt his strong arms wrap around you. The world seemed to melt away as your tongues explored each other's mouths and truly tasted one another.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity he was the first one to pull away, that smirk on his lips once again as he lightly held your chin in his hand.

"Now tha' I ken what those lips a' yours taste like... how's about we go a little lower, aye?"

His free hand slid up the back of your shirt, unclasping your bra with a practiced ease while you nodded once again. God above you were going to get drunk off this man's treatment of you and you helped him help you to get out of your shirt and bra.

Once topless he pulled back and took a long look at you, letting out an impressed whistle.

"Did nae ken you had such a good body under that uniform, bonnie."

He didn't give you time to reply before his mouth found one of your nipples, teasing and sucking the sensitive nub while his hand gently rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. Each moan that he managed to work from your lips made the hunger inside him grow and he let out a soft grown when your hands went up to his mohawk and gave it a tug.

"S-soap... I want more... I want to taste you too..."

Pulling away from your breast with an audible smacking of his lips he pressed back on your shoulders.

"Nae yet, bonnie. Dinner was nice but I want some dessert first."

As you laid back he pulled your sweatpants down and off your legs, tossing them aside to some forgotten corner of the room alongside your panties. Strong hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart so he could see your already slick cunt, ready and waiting for him. Even as much as he wanted to taste you he wanted to relish in the moment which meant kisses along your inner thighs accompanied by the occasional soft bite to the skin there that would make you whimper in need.

Finally, after he felt you'd been teased enough, he dove in for his treat. Soft lips surrounded your clit as he sucked on it gently, alternating between that and flicking against it with his tongue. Thick fingers slid inside and curled up to rub against your g-spot in time with his tongue.

With his face buried between your legs your hands desperately grabbed onto anything to give yourself leverage as you bucked your hips up against his mouth, finally settling on gripping his short hair to earn yourself another growl from him.

It didn't take him long at all to get you to the edge of climax, you could tell this man not only had experience but enjoyed the act of getting his partner off. Just as you were teetering on the edge he pulled his mouth away to look up at you as his fingers kept pumping in and out of you.

"Aye, tha's it. Good girl. Gonna cum for me, aye?"

And with that his face was back down between your legs and your vision went white as your orgasm finally hit, your moans and whines music to his ears as you rode his face through your climax. Only when the final aftershocks and twitches had worked through your system did he stop and pull away once more, wiping his mouth on his forearm.

"Now tha' I ken wha' ye taste like, bonnie, time for ye to taste me."

You watched as he took off his belt and pulled down his pants just enough to let his cock spring free. He wasn't massive but you knew that taking him in your mouth was going to be a test of your gag reflex for sure, still you matched his cocky grin with your own and crawled over to him as he lay there, idly stroking his length.

A drop of pre rolled down the head and you lapped that up first, finding that this kind of Soap had a better taste than you expected. You wanted more and soon you had your lips wrapped around his head, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth.

"Christ, bonnie!" His hands rested on the back of your head, fingers clenching as you could tell he wanted you to go further down, to go faster, but you wanted to tease him just as he'd teased you. So you took it slow, tongue gliding along every inch of his throbbing shaft until you finally made it to the base. His hips rolled up to meet your mouth and you finally decided to give him what he wanted.

Your soft mouth was already getting him on edge, though he was fighting against his climax with all his strength. When you finally started to slide up and down his length he swore inwardly that you were going to suck the soul right out of him.

It wasn't just your mouth working him at this point; one hand worked his shaft to stroke it in time with your mouth while your other hand gently massaged his massive balls. They felt pent up and twitched with his growing orgasm until finally he managed to choke out.

"B-bonnie... I'm gonna..."

He couldn't finish his words as a low growl cut his sentence short as he filled your mouth with his warm seed. Rope after rope filled your mouth and you eagerly swallowed it all, paying him back in kind for the pleasure he'd given you.

You only pulled away when he'd started to go soft, both of you breathing heavy in the dim light of your room. Those strong arms of his grabbed you suddenly and brought you up to rest your head on his chest. Soap was an affectionate lover and showed it by peppering your head and face with gentle kisses between words of praise.

"Ye did great, bonnie. So good."

Finally he laid his head back with a sigh and a soft chuckle.

"You tasted amazing, bonnie, hope I managed t' taste even half as good as the heaven between yer legs."

With a satisfied lick of your lips you nodded against his chest.

"Yeah, could get used to having you as dessert more often, Soap."

[jiubilant]

“You’re sure,” says Shiv’s father after they’ve made so, so many fishcakes, “you want to do this?”

Shiv, her hands full of cod-and-leek mince, stares at him. “Da.”

Her father spreads his hands—which are, like hers, sticky with fish and flour. “We can still eat them.”

In the frying-pan on the fire, the last of the fishcakes sizzle in agreement. When summoning one’s ancestors on a day of ceremony, it’s Velothi custom to make enough food, be it fiskekaker or a more traditional dish, for both the living and the dead. According to Da, anyway. Shiv thinks, surveying the crispy golden patties heaped on every platter and trencher they own, that they’ve made enough food for the living, the dead, and the entire street.

“Sure as harbors,” she says, and drops the cake she’s shaped into the pan. It hits the ciciliani oil—haggled in Dockside’s only Hlaalu market for a price that had made Da smug—with a fragrant, leeky hiss. “Why?”

“When you were younger,” says Da, toweling off his hands, “you didn’t—”

“—I was pit-a-pat of vexatious spirits,” says Shiv breezily, “and suchlike. Most mortally frighted of the immortal. And now I en’t.” She peers into the pan, then nods down at it. “Fini.”

Da, sensing another pun, gives her a suspicious look. Then he brightens.

“Ah,” he says. “Finny.”

He fishes the cakes out with the serving-fork. Shiv dunks her hands into the washbasin. It’s a parry, her spinnery about spirits and such, and they both know it—which is why she’s grateful that, while Da plates and she dries her paws, the space that is hearthroom and home office to the only lettered coves on Beefskid Street is warm and comfortable and quiet.

“If you’re sure,” says Da at length, quietly. “As harbors. Come here.”

He’s sitting by the hearth. Shiv sits across from him, sweeping the hearthstones with the great broombrush of her tail. She watches Da cap the bottle of oil with his thumb, turn it upside-down, then swipe his thumb—shining, now, with ciciliani—through the ashes in the hearth.

Then she gives the nearest platter a wistful look. “Kitchen-physic first?”

“After.” Da studies her as if contemplating how to do her makeup. “Look at me.”

Shiv looks at him. It becomes more difficult, up close, to look at him. When she was a scrib, the lines in his face had been fainter, easier to mistake for the tracks of a nearby smile. Now the hearthlight, honest as a scolding aunt, casts him in disturbing relief: an old man as full of grief as the cup that, just last week, some greenhand drunk on shore leave had thrown in his face.

(He’d been Velothi, that boy. He’d seen Da’s Company chain.)

She must have let her thoughts onto her face, some, because Da smiles at her in the usual way: calm and purposeful, as though he parcels out his waning stock of smiles by need. He likely does. He’d smiled at the greenhand, too, ghastly in his courtesy, ale dripping in foamy gobs down his chin.

“Chin up,” he says.

It’s a bene excuse to look at the rafters. Shiv shuts her eyes when he cups her face and touches his thumb to her brow, mostly so he won’t get grit in them, but also because the gentle pride in his hands makes her whole face hurt. A clump of ash crumbles down her nose. She wrinkles it—

“Here is my child,” says her father in the language of Veloth, with which fire converses with air. The words are simple. His voice is simple too, hoarse and glad and warm, pronouncing the prayer without pomp. “I commend her to you. I ask that you guard and guide her with love, with patience, with prudence, and that you bless her with the wisdom that you learned in life. Say hello.”

This last, Shiv realizes after a moment, is meant for her. She cracks open one skeptical eye. “To the glim?”

Da’s accustomed to her phraseology. He smiles again—softer, this time, and in the wry way that always makes her think of Auntie. “It’s polite.”

Shiv glances sidelong at the fire. For several years she’s slept by the hearth, cooked oatcakes on the stones and porridge in the pot, warmed her hands above the friendly heat of the glimfenders. It’s almost easy, she thinks, to see the fire as Da sees it: alive, listening, a door through which the dead look out.

“Hullo,” she says to the hearth. She flicks back her ears, uneasy and intrigued, then clears her throat. “Made you fishcakes.”

The fire crackles. A twig crumbles in the grate with a sighing hiss.

* * *

“D’you feel different?” asks Rafe the next morning. His mouth is full. He’s walking with Shiv out of Birgit’s, where they’d stopped for breakfast before work: hot porridge, skyr sprinkled with bilberries, bread topped with generous slabs of brunost. “Like someone’s watching you?”

Rafe’s discovered girls and gotten stupider. For the past few years, ever since he made journeyman and started earning a wastrel-wage as Da’s scribbler, he’s been loitering in taverns and letting his hair grow long; whenever he tosses a raffish, Rafe-ish smile at Vivienne Onis or some other maid, his curls flop with cherubic charm into his face. Viv thinks he’s funny, like an organ-grinder’s little monkey. Shiv thinks he should shave.

“En’t like that,” she says with a scornful flick of her tail, pulling him by the sleeve to let a carter pass. “S’like how you pray to Notorgo. Doesn’t feel like he’s got toplights on you, does it?” She looks at him sidelong as the cart rattles by. “Crumb on your gob.”

Rafe prods the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

“Other side.”

“Thanks,” says Rafe, and—with an older brother’s presumption—ruffles her ears before she can duck. Then he’s sauntering across the street, hands in his pockets, smiling and nodding at the fishwives.

Shiv, scowling, watches him go.

“Like someone’s watching me,” she mutters. “‘Cause I’m fascinating, me.”

Then, for no reason in particular, she looks over her shoulder. The nape of her neck prickles. The plume of smoke dancing from Birgit’s chimney, bending on the wind, twists for a moment like a smiling mouth.

[lingering-42-long]

I’ll be home for Christmas

Soap x f! reader

I don’t know what happened, but the original one either got accidentally deleted or I just never posted it! This is the first of the series. I’ll be home for Christmas. Enjoy

Warnings: none

John winced when he got the call from headquarters saying he would need to leave for duty on Tuesday, witch meant be on a flight to the shitty hell-hole of a place tomorrow. He hated being called at last moment. Being left out of the loop irked him to no end.

Soap looked over at the clock and noticed that his girlfriend would be home soon. She worked at a local pub by night in Sterling and her shift was nearing the end. Just as he was thinking about her his phone buzzed with a text. It was from (y/n). ‘Hey Johnny, I’ll be home in a bit on my way.’

John texted back ‘ok love. See you here.:)’ He noticed she called him Johnny not hunny or babe. She must be tired. He thought to himself as he got up to finish dinner. He hated having to leave her behind in such short notice.

The Cock-a-Leekie soup was almost finished when John heard keys outside jingle and the lock opening. (Y/n) came in on this chilly night.

“Brrrr. It’s cold out there” she shivered and hung her jacket on the peg by the door and was in the process of taking her wet shoes and socks off, when two arms snaked around her waist. “Aye mo leannan (yes my sweetheart). You’re cold aren’t ya?” His thick Scottish accent rolled off his tongue as he kissed her neck. A giggle could be heard from her lips “Already trying to flirt with me this late? “Lass if I was try’n to flirt with ya, I would’ve put more effort into it.” He gave a little nibble to her earlobe. (Y/n) smiled as she slipped on a pair of house slippers. “Something smells amazing. Are you making what I think your making?”

“Aye ghràdh (love).” Soap smiled as he dished out two plates.

“You really didn’t have to do that. It’s so late…” It was true. It was around 1:45am, but John didn’t matter. He knew he did not have much time with his Beloved. “No I don’t mind,” he smiled then his face dropped, “Also I got to tell you something.”

A frown formed on (y/n)’s face. “Let’s talk about it after dinner, ok?” John gave a quick nod and touched her cheek gently “tha gaol agam ort (I love you).”

A light blush formed over (y/n)’s face “I love you too”

Dinner was amazing and the two of them talked about (y/n)’s job and who was at the pub that night. John gave a slight snort when she was telling him about the idiot who kept flirting with her. “Did ye tell ‘em yur with meh?”

“Of course I did but you know how men are, he saw that as a challenge”

“Next time I’ll show him a real challenge” he huffed.

“No need. I took care of it quick.” She chuckled. “I got Bruce to start waiting on him.” The man Bruce, she was referring too, was a big hulking of a man and could scare anyone into submission if it came to one of his colleagues getting uneasy with a drunken idiot.

“Well at least he has been delt with.” John nodded. He was very happy that she could stand up in a fight. That’s one of the many things he loved about her.

“So…. What’s this bad news you have to dump on me?” (Y/n) asked already figuring it out but waiting for the confirmation.

“Lass I got called in for a mission… I know it’s bad timing.” So close to Christmas. It was both there favorite time of the year. It was going to be tough on them.

“Yeah really bad timing.” She bit her bottom lip trying not to let her tears fall. “I had made plans and everything too…oh well”

“Hey now mo aingeal milis (my sweet angel). Yer can still do those things, and the plan is to be home for Christmas… if all goes to plan tha’ is.” A simple touch to the shoulder almost sent (y/n) crying. She was a tough-ie but things that were very important to her still got to her. “I know…I just worry if you will be ok…if you will make it…”

“Aye Bonnie I promise ye I will com back home in one piece yeah?”

“Alive?” She asked

“Alive and well.” He chuckled. “Now go get ready fer bed. I’ll clean up and be there in a bit.”

She shook her head “I want to help…”

“Your tired. You’ve been working all night. Let me do this fer ya.”

“Fine.” (Y/n) trudged upstairs to their room and washroom were she took off her makeup and jewelry. She had worn the necklace and matching earrings that John had given her last year as an anniversary gift on Valentine’s Day.

She looked at herself in the mirror, tears still threatening to spill, a long night and now this? Pull yourself together girl. (Y/n) told herself but to no avail. When she made it to the bedroom to get changed for the evening, the thought of her boyfriend leaving her made the waterworks start as she burst out crying into her pillow, sobbing away. Perfect timing for Soap to walk in, catching sight of his overtired, crying girlfriend.

“Hey hey hey! What’s this Love?” Gently kneeling beside her side of the bed and placing a hand on her back.

“I’m sorry I must be tired, but the thought of you leaving for the holidays…” (Y/n)’s voice broke again as she tried to regain her composure.

“No don’t apologize, ghràdh (love). I wished I could have told you sooner.” He kissed her head gently. “I know this will be h’rd on both of us but we can work this out, yeah?” John got up and walked to his dresser to get on a pair of pants. He liked to sleep shirtless.

As soon as Soap opened the covers to get in, his girlfriend clung onto him. “Aye lass I got ye.” He chuckled and stroked her head. “I’ll wake ye up when I leave ok?” No reply just a nod into his chest. Softly, as if she would shatter in his arms, he hummed an old song and gently rubbed her back. This made (Y/n) break down and cry again. “I got ye let it out. Shhhhhh.” John murmured, now his own eyes betraying him as they stung with salty water threatening to hit his pillow and his girlfriend. He held (y/n) tightly, letting her cry to sleep, knowing that would be the best for her. Soon he was following in that pattern.

It was 6:30am when John began walking to the door with his sleepy girlfriend in tow, holding his arm. Soap opened the door, with his duffel bags in hand gave his (y/n) a kiss. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, you’ll see”

(y/n) nodded sadly. “Be safe out here ok? Kick there asses.”

He gave a small smile “I always do.”

John turned around to head for his car don’t turn back, dont fucking turn back. But he did and saw (y/n) standing there “fuck” he muttered a small choke. He dropped his bags and swiftly dashed back to her.

“Oh lass I am going to miss ye so so so much!” He was shaking. Trying to hold it in, trying to be the big tough Sargent he needed to be.

“It’s ok. You told me last night we got this, it’s not like we haven’t been in this same boat before. If we did it 100 times before we can do it one more time. I’ll be waiting here for you when you get back ok?” A smile laced with sadness stretched over (y/n)’s face.

He pulled himself up and nodded. She was right. With a final lasting kiss he went back to grab his bags once more and this time made it to the car without look back. Setting his stuff in the back seat, he then got into the front, starting the engine, and slowly driving out from the driveway. He could see her silhouette in the dim light coming from the living room as she stood outside watching him. Soap drove down the road towards the airport with one thought on his mind.

When I get back love, I’m going to ask you a question… I hope you say yes.

[ayeforscotland]

Hey Aye, I've got a bit of a (light hearted not serious) thinker for ya.

A while ago, I did a DNA test to learn about my medical history because I'm adopted. I learned that my dad was fully Scottish, and I'm a bit of a culinary lover, so it got me really interested in Scottish foods.

One problem: I'm Jewish and I keep Kosher. So, nothing with blood in it (black pudding, or most organs, so no Haggis), no pork, no shellfish, no bottom feeders, no fish that don't have both fins and scales (so salmon and cod are good, but catfish is a no-go), and nothing with meat and dairy combined in the dish (if it's something like mashed potatoes where the dairy can be easily substituted, that's totally fine).

So far I've had a few snacks here and there that can be bought easily off Amazon (irn bru, walkers) so I'm also interested in similar snacks, but I'd also love more dishes I can cook at home. Any suggestions?

Oh nice, that’s a good challenge! And digging through recipes has taught me some Kosher laws!

Cullen Skink - An amazing Scottish fish soup that’s traditionally made with Haddock (fins and scales! I checked!) - from what I read fish is excluded from the ‘mixing meat and dairy’ so I think you should be good. Please double check though as I’ll no doubt have missed something obvious.

Haggis (Veggie or Vegan) - It’s become pretty standard in Scottish restaurants to have a veggie/vegan haggis available - and it’s also available in supermarkets. It’ll give you the haggis experience without the whole sheep’s stomach packed with offal thing that a traditional haggis has going for it. There’s definitely recipes online for it and if you want to take it to the next level it absolutely slaps with a nice whisky sauce!

Cranachan - A dessert so amazing that even after you’ve loaded up with haggis, neeps and tatties - you’ll always have room for it. Don’t think it violates any Kosher rules - it’s oats, whisky, cream and raspberries.

Cock-a-leekie - We like our soups and we like joking about the names of our soups. It’s chicken and leek soup. It’s nice. Everyone loves soup. Some recipes will suggest adding bacon for some reason but I’ve never seen it before.

Tablet - Want something that’ll ruin your teeth and have you bouncing off walls? Try making your own tablet. I couldn’t find anything that said whether it isn’t Kosher or not. You need butter, milk, condensed milk and a metric fuckload of sugar.

Those would be my top 5 - there’s absolutely no harm in looking up Scottish food and then substituting whatever you’re not able to have. It takes a lot to fuck up a Scottish dish because the foundations of them are so common (and tasty!)

Hope that helps - and feel free to flag anything I got super wrong.

[pinewoodpipit]

slàinte, mo ghràdh - Fic Meta

A meta post for my fluff fic, slàinte, mo ghràdh! I'll put the meta thoughts in after a cut, as usual.

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The Fic's Title

The title, "slàinte, mo ghràdh", is Gaidhlig / Scottish Gaelic for "cheers, my love". I'm not a fluent Gaidhlig speaker but I am learning, and I'm really fond of it as a language. Gaidhlig is really incredibly important to our culture, especially because speaking our native Scottish languages was actually illegal here for a long time as part of an assimilation effort to "civilise" the Highlands. Very few people speak our languages here, now, but we're working hard to try and keep our languages alive. I thought this would be a nice way to include it.

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Real Places

Lots of the places in this fic are real places in Edinburgh! The museum, of course, is real.

The hotel they stayed in is also real, and I even looked ahead of time to see what their rooms would look like.

The restaurant they went to get the cranachan is the Abbotsford Bar and Restaurant, since I'd read that their cranachan is good and gets recommended by Edinburgh locals. The main street is, of course, real, and the park they went to when it was snowing is The Meadows, the same place where the torch procession started.

The horse statues at the end are The Kelpies, giant horse head statues which light up at night and look incredible in the snow. They're bigger than you might think just from looking at pictures!

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Foods Mentioned

Most food mentioned in this fic is real.

Rumbledethump is a real cabbage dish here, made with cabbage, potato, swede, and cheese, and you can get it in little pastries sometimes.

Cranachans are a real dessert here, and a very historical one, originally made to celebrate the autumn harvests :) they're great, although usually better when made at home rather than eaten at a restaurant.

Sticky toffee pudding is INCREDIBLE and one of the best things we've got. That sauce could heal any wounds. It's meant to come with hot sauce to drench the cake, and the ice cream melts into it. UGH I could die.

Curry stuffed naan is a real thing you can get at our Christmas markets in Edinburgh - curry is also pretty widely loved in the UK. Tikka Masala was invented here by a Bangladeshi-Scottish man, Ali Ahmed Aslam, back in the 1970s! Phall was also invented in Birmingham. The UK really likes curry.

Cock-a-leekie is a real soup here. It's just chicken and leek soup. Cullen skink is also a real meal here, and it's a thick haddock soup. Seafood and fish is very commonly eaten here, and salmon is especially good in Scotland. We do seafood right.

I disagree fundamentally with "British food sucks" jokes because honestly, I feel like people who say that haven't tried actual British food. British is not synonymous with English; Britain is a collection of several countries which includes England, and just using Scotland as an example, we have some really fantastic foods. It's sad to me to see it get written off when so much of Scottish culture has had to fight tooth and nail just to exist after centuries of assimilation efforts. Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland are all countries in our own right and our cultures - and tastes in food - exist independently from England.

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Hogmanay

New Year is focused on a little more in this fic, and there's a reason for that - generally, New Year is a bigger holiday in Scotland than Christmas, and there's historical context for it. Christmas was actually made illegal here back in the 1600s, and as a result, Hogmanay (or New Year) became a large celebration in its own right. The Scots LOVE Hogmanay, and New Year celebrations in Edinburgh is a festival which lasts several days, including the torch procession (a LOT of our celebrations include fire), ceilidh, live music festivals, drinking pub nights, and fireworks etc.

The ban on Christmas was lifted about seventy years later, but Hogmanay was still a huge celebration, and it's an important part of our lives, now.

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Clothes

The ugly sweaters mentioned in the fic are real.

The nicer ones are also real, and I really like them! Truly though, they're not warm enough to keep you cosy in the snow. You need a thick coat, winter boots, and probably also a hat/gloves/scarf for that. The cold here is no joke; even though the temperatures don't look that cold, Scotland is so humid and wet that it's really impossible to escape and it burrows deep. I know people who live through -20C Canadian winters with no problem but HATE wintering in Scotland because it's miserable, even if it's not that cold on paper.

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Other

The reindeer plush is a reference to my freckle fic!

It's him, but reindeer flavoured.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

A Rachel simp too why am I even surprised

Going to assume this is about Rachel Duncan. Anyone who's been around when I go to bat for Merula knows what's coming next. To the uninitiated, brace yourselves. Unabashed Rachel defense incoming.

Now I admit, she's done horrible things. Like when she stole Beth's identity. Or when she stood by and watched her friend suffocate as punishment for a crime she did not commit. Like when she shot Helena in the chest. Like when she murdered a ton of her own sisters on the orders of the Prolethians. Or even the time she put a pencil in Rachel's brain.

...Do you see my point?

The Sisters pretty much all do terrible things at some point during the show. (Except Cosima, she is a cinnamon roll and Delphine does not deserve her. I said what I said.) You can argue that Rachel's crimes are more numerous than the other clones, but that's probably because she's on the other side of the conflict, and we're seeing things from the perspective of the main heroes. I know, I know, Neolution is evil, and after all, it was Rachel's choice to join them. Oh wait, no it wasn't. Not at all. She was raised by them. They are a cult, and Season 5 spells this out about directly. Rachel frequently shows the same tendency as most Neolutionists to put their loyalty to "science" (read: eugenics) above human life. But that's because, again, she was indoctrinated as a child and brainwashed. Which resulted in her dealing with her situation in the worst way possible.

From a young age, she was taught to see herself as a string of numbers. As a subject. As property. The older she got, the clearer that was made to her. Rachel may be power-hungry, but her lust for power is nothing more than a desire for autonomy. In her mind, it's the only way forward. Despite being "Pro-Clone" she has not been raised without knowing human compassion. It's worse than that. She was given a taste of it with her parents (who are both terrible people but I could make a full post about each of them so let's stay on topic) before being taken by Neolution where she was forced to adapt if she wanted to survive. But everyone she knew or cared about, or was even allied with, betrayed her at some point.

Ethan Duncan, her father, took his own life and made her watch. His last words? "You don't deserve me anymore." Yeah, all kinds of fuck him. Aldous Leekie, who she once trusted enough that she considered him a father figure, constantly went behind her back and it was during one of his examinations that he refused to share her results and told her "You're not exempt from the experiment." Susan abandoned her when she was little, gave her to Neolution, and even when they were reunited, the way she treated her was despicable. It was textbook emotional abuse. I know I'm supposed to think of Rachel as the villain when she stabs Susan, but this act immediately followed the line "I regret creating you." She also stabbed Sarah in the leg in the same scene but...again, Sarah put a pencil in her brain. I'd say they're even. Oh, then there was Delphine, who tortured Rachel for information when she could barely speak. (This is unrelated but. Fuck Delphine. She is such a creep.) Let's not forget Westmoreland, who took advantage of her, lied to her, all while still objectifying her as property and spying on her through the eye-cam. The only person Rachel cared about who didn't stab her in the back? Kira. Because of this, I refuse to believe Rachel ever wanted Kira hurt or would have let it happen on her watch.

I still don't see how the word "simp" applies here but...y'know what, screw it. I'd have coffee with her. She'd probably stab me in the neck with an icepick in the middle of the night, but I'd still have coffee with her. Just consider me a full Rachel Duncan simp. Hey, as long as we're talking about her dating life, Ferdinand is a fucking creep who does not love her at all, he's just got some disturbing obsession with her that is possessive and violent. ("Who's a dirty clone" made me want to hurl, and I only wish Delphine hadn't stopped Sarah from finishing him off.) His obsession includes strangling Rachel, and pretending that Mika is Rachel while he's murdering her, in some sick, twisted form of venting his aggression at Rachel. It is messed up and I despise Ferdinand. But Rachel genuinely thinks that he is the only person who ever loved her and I just want to scream. No. No no no.

I'm still mad that Rachel was barred from Clone Club when all was said and done. It goes against the entire spirit of what Clone Club was supposed to be about, especially since they still let Helena be a part of it back in Season 2, despite her crimes. The gang would never have defeated Neolution without Rachel's help. She rescued Kira, betrayed Westmoreland and put a huge target on her back in the process. For crying out loud, she cut out her own eye to stop him from monitoring her. She betrayed Ferdinand (The "only person who ever loved her," don't forget) and warned Siobhan when he survived. She provided information on all of the other clones. And excuse me, after all that, Felix just gets to unilaterally decide that she can't come in? Screw that, why aren't the actual Sisters consulted? Or Kira? I feel like this should be put to a vote at the very least. I know Sarah will never forgive Rachel, but Rachel seems to have put the whole pencil incident behind her, so...that kind of makes her the bigger person here, just saying. Even if the writers wanted Rachel to go her own way, they didn't have to Felix slam the door in her face before she'd even knocked.

Rachel may be a villain, but that's because she's a victim of her circumstances. She didn't ask to be a clone, she didn't ask to be raised by her creators and groomed to suppress any empathetic urges. Her upbringing turned her into some strange, contradictory blend of slave and slave master, and it probably gave her a boatload of identity issues and self esteem issues. It took time for her to figure all of that out, and considering that she was constantly under the surveillance of Neolution, that's totally understandable. She didn't have any counter-examples apart from Sarah's gang, who were framed as enemies from the moment they met. Just consider for a moment, that Rachel was subjected to the fate that Sarah fought tooth and nail to protect Kira from. But no, Rachel had to live that life. But above all...she suffered for her crimes. She suffered so much. She spent two entire seasons learning to speak and walk again. She had to watch her father kill himself. Sarah and the others were willing to open their hearts to Helena, so why not Rachel?

[healerelowen]

Attack on @leeky-studios!!!

I love Bob. They are such a creature/pos

I kid you not, the mere second when I saw Bob in Leeky’s characters I was racing to draw this. It took me a little over 45 minutes to make so yeah. Potentially more art of Bob soon 👀

[hopeful-hugz]

A Masked Stranger Called Out: Notes echo out from another world... ^ < < ^ A >

@pureposer Called Out: Shout it he will - even deciding to use his Normal Vocals. After all, that's like two people Talking at once! (At least, it sounds like it). Though he shall not say it, rather, he'll Scream it! Scream it as Loud as Possible - "LILLIUM!!" - as he stood a top the Government Building. Blowing his Voice out is a Small Price to pay for having a Hand in Saving STM's Greatest Doctor, after all. He even decided to roll out the -um part, hoping that'd help somehow. He hopes it does.

@fallenphxtxgrapher Called Out: “ ^ < < ^ A > “ Joel....may be passed out on the couch right now but Lee...well the noise managed to get to the reaper's guitar and pluck out the right melody. don't ask why he knows how to do that

@strawberry-barista / @falseapostle / @enchantedbrew Called Out: Espresso: ^ < < ^ A > Nitro: "Lillium!" Decaf: ^ < < ^ A > . . . "Lillium." Haruto: "Lillium." ∎∎∎∎∎: ^ < < ^ A >

A Masked Stranger Called Out: ^ < < ^ A >

@abstractreign Called Out: From within his own corner of the cosmos, a worn-down Composer hisses out, "Lillium."

@fairymint Called Out: ^ < < ^ A >

@kingsmedley Called Out: ^ < < ^ A > Leeky is playing his piccolo!

@kingsmedley Called Out: Every single instrument in Highness's Shibuya comes to life at once, all blaring the same tune, over and over again. ^ < < ^ A >

@lollipopsandgunshots Called Out: There's yelling from a certain Reaper couple. "Give up, Lilliyum! Hope's got a lot of friends that love her, and we're not backing down!" - Kariya "This is for Hope and for all you've done to her, so leave her alone, Lilliyum!" - Uzuki

@the-rat-house​ Called Out: Lillium!!!

389 Other Masked Voices From Across Space and Time in Unison: Lillium

THRESHOLD SHATTERED | RESULT: S++

MARIA’S HOLD: -400%

“What-”

One by one, the voices flood through the the air of Meyth; the aether name and the spoken one. No one had come to the group’s aid before, only checked in- she’d been watching. “How!? No one was responding before! I made sure of it!”

“It seems they were just waiting for the right moment.” A hand is thrust forward, a void tendril piercing the the space directly between the eyes of Hope’s body. Naturally there’s an attempt to fight back, but against the bonds and the flood of music and voices, there’s no way for Maria to keep controlling the body properly. Though Teal does rush in to further restrict the aether as well, as to make sure Cam isn’t harmed during the procedure.

“I believe it’s about time you gave the good doctor back her form, Mother.” Chamyle yanks at the string of shadow and void, pulling the purebred out and flinging her down the beach. The creation being tumbles and roll, sliding to a halt at the feet of a shadow, who looks from Maria, to her now-slumped and hollow identity, then to her best friend. The one smiling right at her.

“I’ve dealt my judgement as Archivist, as has the entire multiverse you’ve saved before you. Now it’s time to deal yours.”

To this there’s a nod and Hope sprints for her body.

What follows is a blinding light that shoots into the air with a force that prompts Teal, Chamyle and Noir to all step back and shield their eyes from the scattering sands. In the sky it fades enough to catch the form of a half breed, powered up by the remnants of raw aether energy. She stays in the air for a moment, the elements of creation itself seeming to react to her presence as she relishes in being reunited with who she is. Then Hope sets her gaze on her mother, the woman who had caused her loved ones nothing but suffering and peace quickly turns to rage.

A beat. Then she charges directly into Maria; vanishing from sight for a moment.

Silence.

From the decrepit lab on the cliffs, where the weapon had been born and abandoned; raised by a monster- there’s a blinding light. Maria being dragged through equipment and thrown into the building’s old walls relentlessly. White blood coats the floors and countertops, stains tools as she tries to fight back against her daughter and successors unending assault, but she’s powerless to stop it. The moment there’s a pause, she tries to flee to the skies, only to find a barrier in place made by her own son; aiding his sister in ensuring the weakened aether purebred falls here and now.

The entire world is set into stasis and Hope, having gotten her anger out speaks.

“Lillium “Maria” Hugz. The multiverse has found you guilty of countless crimes against nature, the laws of space-time and of individual universes.” With every word she draws closer, taking out the world core of Meyth itself.

“When did you get that-” 

“But I’m not going to sentence you for those, as much as I’d like to: As the Aether Being of multiple iterations of Shibuya, you’ve committed several wrongs against the people in those cities; as well as against me, personally.” The aether throws the core into the air, charging and taking hold of the the part of Maria’s tail that connected her body to her torso. A hand is held out for the core to return to her free hand and it’s held against her mother’s rune marking. Naturally there’s struggling, which is put a stop to by her own tail, not caring how much of her mothers blood stains her fur and body. “I learned my lesson of what your plans are if I kill you. Your remaining fragments will join the ones already scattered throughout space and time; among your alternates. So I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of a true death.”

“I sentence you to be sealed away with your creations, and for this core to be sealed away further still. You will never see the light of the moon or Aether Realms again. I’m sure the Composers and Producers I’m under won’t have an issue with this.”

The Barrier is released as Hope sends Chamyle, Teal and Noir out of the universe, as well as any of their belongings that remained in this universe. Then the core is pushed into Maria’s rune...

“...Goodbye Mother... I’m sorry it had to end like this...”

...And the elder aether is absorbed into it with a finally high pitched frequency. 

The world around Hope starts following suit and crumbling around her as she touches the ground, tail returning to wings and the full aether status fading from her form. She looks out over the town she grew up in; a world she barely got to know... and she can’t help tearing up a little.

“Goodbye Meyth... Goodbye Comalia... I hope you find peace in your eternal rest.” With that, the half breed vanishes from view, leaving the world to be sealed in the core she now held.

[ssreeder]

welcome to leekie’s baking exploits, where leekie attempts recipes she doesn’t read all the way through and realises she doesn’t know wtf she’s doing when she’s already in the middle and it’s too late to back out :)

okay so basically I decided against making an “easter log” bc the reality is that my sister will eat like one (1) slice and then I’ll be stuck with an entire cake by myself and then it’ll just get old and stale and Nobody Wants That, so instead I was like oh I’ll make pear sorbet that should be easy.

(famous last words fr)

have I ever made pear sorbet before?? no. have I ever made SORBET before?? no. did I consider that maybe I should do some fucking Research beforehand?? haha what do you take me for

ANYWAYS so I buy the pears and whatever else I need, and I’m like okay time to make some sorbet !! and I start peeling the pears and that’s all fine unTIL I realise oh shit we got rid of our apple/pear/whatever-else-fruit corer BUT I TELL MYSELF oh it’s fine I’ll just use a knife… idk if you know this but pears are actually really slippery once they’ve been peeled?? which means they like to slide out of your hand while your sticking a knife into them and then when the knife gets stuck in the pear it’s very difficult to get out bc you can’t actually get a proper grip on the pear to pull it out and so you can’t regulate how much strength you have to use aND THEN YOU USE TOO MUCH STRENGTH AND THE KNIFE *schicks* OUT SO FAST YOU ACCIDENTALLY STAB IT BACK THE OTHER WAY WHEN YOU RECOIL AND NEARLY END UP BLEEDING TO DEATH OUT OF YOUR THUMB but luckily your reflexes are impeccable and so you avoid certain death with your only takeaway from the experience being well that was almost traumatic :D

and then you go through that process 3 more times bc you need 4 pears for this recipe and then you realise uhhh now I’ve gotta sous vide these pears which you have never done before so Obviously you don’t have a sous vide machine. So naturally,, you then google how to sous vide without a sous vide machine, and google tells you that if you use the wrong type of plastic bag then you might end up giving yourself cancer bc the plastic will release toxins when heated and you don’t know if you have the non toxic kind of plastic but they’re the only plastic bags you have on hand so you’re gonna have to risk it babyyy

BUT THEN the bags you have are Small and you can’t get all the air out of them to vacuum seal them AND THE POT YOU’RE USING IS SMALL TOO SO YOU HAVE TO SPLIT THE PEARS INTO TWO BATCHES AND GO THROUGH THE WHOLE SOUS VIDE PROCESS TWICE which takes you an hour but at least it’s just Waiting and not fighting demons like the first hour of this adventure

ALAS I WAS STILL STUCK IN MY WOEFUL ERA AFTER THAT bc I had to Strain the mushy blended up pears through a sieve. which doesn’t sound awful. but it is. BC THAT TOOK ME ANOTHER WHOLE HOUR BC THE PEARS WERE TOO GODDAMN THICK TO GO THROUGH THE SIEVE WITHOUT HELP (which is the whole point of straining but stfu nobody asked) AND I HAD TO MASH THE PEARS DOWN and my arms literally felt like they were gonna fall off idk if I’ll ever recover honestly

anyway FINALLY I put that away after I engaged in battle with the freezer to make enough space for my pears and then I check the recipe… and the pears have to freeze overnight. Which means. I don’t even get to enjoy the product of this ordeal on the same day as a reward and instead it was just Suffering (really resonated with jesus this good friday)

so bc I want Something to reward myself I’m like okay time to make panacotta,, which I also have never made before but fortunately!!! is not very hard. HOWEVER. panacotta also has to chill in the fridge for 4 hours. so I still had no instant gratification.

nevertheless I persevered, and at 9pm my panacotta was just barely chilled enough and so I ate that :)

panacotta review: good but honestly too sweet bc this was a butterscotch flavoured one and I forgot how sweet butterscotch was so I didn’t think to adjust any of the ratios

MOVING ON the next morning I’m eating brekkie and I’m like oh might as well finish up my sorbet bC AFTER ALL THAT IT STILL WASN’T DONE so I get my massive hunk of frozen pears out of the freezer and then I realise, I’m supposed to blend this shit. and it’s too big to fit in the blender as is. so I’ve gotta chop it into smaller chunks.

anyway long story short I almost died again bc my fingers went numb bc the pears were FROZEN and so obviously I couldn’t feel them and I nearly sliced myself open with the knife I was using to finagle the pear slab into manageable pieces for the blender bc surprise surprise, the frozen pears did not want to be cut. BUT I DIDN’T DIE!! so I got them all crushed and blended and whipped and then popped the sorbet back in the freezer !! IN ITS FINAL FORM !! which means I don’t have to touch it again until I’m eating it :D

pear sorbet review: i am SO MAD bc the pear sorbet is really fucking good which means I have absolutely not learnt my lesson and I Will be doing this shit again

to conclude, here’s my baby:

she’s a little ugly but she tastes amazing (misshapen ball is sorbet, funky rectangle is panacotta)

(also the next day I made mini chicken pies but I was like oh I want more veggies in this so I added more but Unfortunately one of the veggies I added wAS A WHOLE ENTIRE LEEK which has a very high water content I didn’t account for, so my pies were LEAKING fucking everywhere and also I had like x4 the amount of filling I was supposed to BUT !! it’s not all bad bc I just froze the rest and now I have low effort dinner ready if I’m in a pinch :D)

so pretty much, in conclusion, my toxic trait is not reading recipes all the way through before I attempt them and assuming I can alter them however I want and they’ll turn out fine. I am plagued by hubris <3

anyways genuinely sorry to anybody who’s read this catastrophe that’s not sreedie bc sreedie asked for this so they can suffer xx

This is an exact image of me reading this ask.

I adore YOU, and I’m sorry but that fucking dessert looks soooooo so so so much better than that weird Easter log thing. I want a bite so bad and now I’m really pissed we didn’t get together this Easter.

So here’s the plan, we will have our own holiday & it is going to be the “Peary divorce holiday” and you will make me this fucking dessert and I will enjoy it and I can cook dinner :)

I May still love you (in celebration of may) but thank you for showing me this I’m sorry I sat on it so long but I read it like 20 times haha:)

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

26 for Sia and Sam!!!

Making Dinner - Intimacy Prompt

For Siobhan Kelly (OC) and Sam Drake - Uncharted

"Cock-a-whaty?" He stared at her with a lopsided grin, his eyebrow raised as far as it could go. He rested against the kitchen counter, shoulders hunched to meet her eye level.

She tied the apron around her back and sighed heavily. "Cock-a-leekie." Looking over her shoulder she could see how absolutely pleased he was with his own joke. "It's a bloody soup, ya dirty feck."

"Now Sia, you can hardly blame a man when a word like that comes spilling out of a pretty woman's mouth." His cheeky grin only spreading wider on his lips.

"What, leek?" She smirked up at him, blue-green eyes dancing with mischief.

"Ha. So what exactly is in this soup?" He stood up tall, his back aching from forcing himself to stay so small.

"Exactly what it sounds like." She mumbled into the fridge as she grabbed the ingredients.

His eyes went wide, hands naturally drifting to cover himself. He was sure it couldn't really be what she meant, but she also ate blood sausage for breakfast and called it black pudding.

She turned to find him looking defensive. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph." She pinched at the bridge of her nose. "Cock as in cockerel, Samuel. It's feckin' chicken." She shook the bag of chicken thighs at him.

"Praise the lord." His hands returned to resting on the counter. "And leeks then, I assume."

"MENSA here we come." She slid him the cutting board and a knife. "You can handle the veg."

"Yes, boss." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Turning to wash his hands in the kitchen sink.

She grabbed the dutch oven and placed it on top of the stove with a heavy thud, clicking on the gas and lighting the flame. Frying the chicken thighs, the sounds of their sizzling flesh filled the kitchen.

"You know what I think always sets the mood?"

"What, love?" She asked, expecting some sort of quip from the fast talking Bostonian.

"Music." He headed into the living room and turned on the stereo. "Got any requests, chef?"

She didn't answer, the sound of the cooking chicken drowned him out.

"Guess it's up to me," he said to himself. Popping open a cd case he slid it into the stereo's cd drive. His head bobbing to the Cult as the opening chords of 'She Sells Sanctuary' began.

"Are ya helping me in here or not?" She called from the kitchen.

"Coming."

She gave him a quick glance as he came back into the kitchen, tucking her hair back behind her ear.

He stood beside her and chopped the leeks in bunches of thick rounds, though his eyes were barely focused on his work. Instead, he couldn't help but notice the soft sway of her hips and the little shuffle of her feet as she flipped the chicken in the pot, dancing along to the music while stuck at the stove.

One year, twelve whole months, to finally get them here. She'd been threatening to cook for him for months, tired of seeing him eat nothing but pub food. "You might not like it, I know most people like to make fun of British and Irish food. All meat and potatoes, no flavour…all that shite. But you can't survive on ale and sausages forever. How long since you've had a vegetable?" She'd looked up at him through her glasses, reflecting the light back at him. She always seemed to care about his well-being, more than anyone else. She tended to his wounds when he came stumbling back from an assignment and was the first to offer him a Tylenol when he was dealing with a hangover.

She was more than he deserved.

"What're you lookin' at?" She asked, giving him the side-eye.

He'd been staring at her a little too long. Wouldn't be the first time she'd caught him doing that and she was always happy to call him out on it.

"You."

"Why?"

Her hair had fallen into loose waves, slipping free of the bobby pins she used to tuck them back. Her glasses pushed up onto her forehead. He had memorised every freckle that was scattered across her skin.

"Why not?"

"Stupid eegit." A flush rose up her cheeks, not only from the heat of the pot she was stirring.

She grabbed the chopping board and dropped the cut leek tops into the pot, along with bacon, carrots and celery. Mixing it to brown them.

He leaned over her shoulder looking down into the pot. "God, that smells good."

She pressed her head back against his chest. "Bacon'll do that."

"Smells almost as good as you." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed kisses to her cheek.

His stubble rubbed at her skin as he nuzzled in against her neck.

"Don't make me beat you off me with me wooden spoon," she chuckled.

"Message received, loud and clear." He reached into the pot and grabbed a slice of carrot popping it into his mouth. Licking his fingers with a smirk.

"You are so much trouble, Samuel Drake." She smacked the back of his hand with her spoon playfully.

"Guess the nuns should've been more strict with me."

"I'll be feckin' strict with ya." Plunking the spoon back in the pot, she grabbed him by the tee shirt and lifted up on to her very tip toes to kiss his chin.

He looked over the top of her head at the steam rising from the unwatched pot. "Be careful you don't burn your stock, Sia."

Looking up at him through her lashes, she grabbed the bottle of white wine on the counter pulling the cork out with her teeth and poured the liquor over top of the vegetables without taking her eyes off of him. "I've done this before, I'll have ya remember."

With a wink she turned back to the stove and started to scrape at the browned bottom of the pan. Adding the chicken back into the pot, stirring quickly and then pouring water on top. She placed the lid on top and lowered the heat. "And now we wait."

"How much time have we got?"

"Forty minutes."

"More than enough time for me to make all this worth your while."

She pressed her hand to her hip as she rested against the counter. "What kinda girl do you take me for?"

"One who's far too good for me." He smirked, the crow's feet that hugged his warm brown eyes crinkled.

She pressed her finger to his chest. "And don't ya forget it."

[englishstrawbie]

Orphan Black: season 5

- One of my favourite things is how Tatiana has different chemistry with the other actors depending on which part she’s playing. Like, the chemistry between Cosima/Delphine is so very different from Sarah/Delphine, and the chemistry between Alison/Donnie is so very different from Helena/Donnie. Not just the way Tatiana reacts to them, but also the way they react to her. It’s so clever!

- I feel robbed that we didn’t get a proper conversation between Cosima and Delphine about the fact that Cosima spent months thinking she was dead and how that impacted her. Give me the angst! 

- It felt like a bit of a stretch that they would let Kira go off with Rachel time and time again, even if Kira did want to go. 

- I like how they gave the characters a focussed episode each. Alison’s episode was great and I love how it gave us such a good Alison v. Rachel scene! Cosima’s episode was amazing, showing us more of that moment with Delphine at the end of season 1 and how it tied into the scene in the dressing room in her episode. Helena’s episode and her backstory was incredible too. 

- I’m still laughing at Donnie passing out in a kilt and flashing at the audience. 

- Rachel removing her eye was utterly gross! 🙈

- I liked the Delphine & Mrs S team up very much. Also Delphine’s hair was particularly magical in this season! 

- Episode 5x08 is one of my absolute favourites. Cosima and Delphine being reunited made me happy and I loved all of their scenes. “You own me” - from someone who hates that she’s property. And that moment when they expose Neolution and Cosima breaks down in tears? Oh my heart. 

- I loved Felix’s art show and how he used the sestras. And his speech about his galaxy of women was so lovely. ❤️

- Except they killed Mrs S, HOW COULD THEY??!! 😭 I guess someone was bound to die, but I wanted them all to have a happy ending! Her note that was read at the funeral? Damn, they made me cry.

- Sarah helping Helena give birth to the twins was a beautiful moment, especially putting it together with the flashbacks of Mrs S helping Sarah give birth. I was in pieces! 

- Also it feels like Helena was pregnant for a long time - three seasons?! I said at the beginning that I liked her being bad and didn’t necessarily need a redemption arc, and I’m pretty sure she’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her babies, but I did love seeing her with the babies and that softer side to her. Naming the babies after Donnie and Art was sweet too. 

- Did Donnie always work in concrete or was that something he picked up after they buried and dug up Doctor Leekie?! 

- I loved that we got a last scene between the four sisters - it still amazes me how they get them all into one shot. It was a lovely scene too. I also loved to see them all getting a happy ending. 

Has anyone listened to the Orphan Black: The Next Chapter podcasts? I think I’m going to download them and listen, I’m not ready to say goodbye to these characters yet!! 

[lingering-42-long]

I’ll be home for Christmas

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x reader

Warnings: sfw, a little angst, maybe make a pt 2, might be ooc, crazy Scottish Gaelic thrown in there, misspellings are dialect. 

My first SOAP opera. Lol puns aside I was in a Christmas mood, listening to Christmas music, at night, and feeling a little moody. I wanted to give this “Christmas” themed short a try. Let me know if I should do a Pt 2 on this. ALSO Gaelic in there, I tried to be as accurate as I could don’t kill me plz 😓.

John winced when he got the call from headquarters saying he would need to leave for duty on Tuesday, witch meant be on a flight to the shitty hell-hole of a place tomorrow. He hated being called at last moment. Being left out of the loop irked him to no end.

Soap looked over at the clock and noticed that his girlfriend would be home soon. She worked at a local pub by night in Sterling and her shift was nearing the end. Just as he was thinking about her his phone buzzed with a text. It was from (y/n). ‘Hey Johnny, I’ll be home in a bit on my way.’

John texted back ‘ok love. See you here.:)’ He noticed she called him Johnny not hunny or babe. She must be tired. He thought to himself as he got up to finish dinner. He hated having to leave her behind in such short notice.

The Cock-a-Leekie soup was almost finished when John heard keys outside jingle and the lock opening. (Y/n) came in on this chilly night.

“Brrrr. It’s cold out there” she shivered and hung her jacket on the peg by the door and was in the process of taking her wet shoes and socks off, when two arms snaked around her waist. “Aye mo leannan (yes my sweetheart). You’re cold aren’t ya?” His thick Scottish accent rolled off his tongue as he kissed her neck. A giggle could be heard from her lips “Already trying to flirt with me this late? “Lass if I was try’n to flirt with ya, I would’ve put more effort into it.” He gave a little nibble to her earlobe. (Y/n) smiled as she slipped on a pair of house slippers. “Something smells amazing. Are you making what I think your making?”

“Aye ghràdh (love).” Soap smiled as he dished out two plates.

“You really didn’t have to do that. It’s so late…” It was true. It was around 1:45am, but John didn’t matter. He knew he did not have much time with his Beloved. “No I don’t mind,” he smiled then his face dropped, “Also I got to tell you something.”

A frown formed on (y/n)’s face. “Let’s talk about it after dinner, ok?” John gave a quick nod and touched her cheek gently “tha gaol agam ort (I love you).”

A light blush formed over (y/n)’s face “I love you too”

Dinner was amazing and the two of them talked about (y/n)’s job and who was at the pub that night. John gave a slight snort when she was telling him about the idiot who kept flirting with her. “Did ye tell ‘em yur with meh?”

“Of course I did but you know how men are, he saw that as a challenge”

“Next time I’ll show him a real challenge” he huffed.

“No need. I took care of it quick.” She chuckled. “I got Bruce to start waiting on him.” The man Bruce, she was referring too, was a big hulking of a man and could scare anyone into submission if it came to one of his colleagues getting uneasy with a drunken idiot.

“Well at least he has been delt with.” John nodded. He was very happy that she could stand up in a fight. That’s one of the many things he loved about her.

“So…. What’s this bad news you have to dump on me?” (Y/n) asked already figuring it out but waiting for the confirmation.

“Lass I got called in for a mission… I know it’s bad timing.” So close to Christmas. It was both there favorite time of the year. It was going to be tough on them.

“Yeah really bad timing.” She bit her bottom lip trying not to let her tears fall. “I had made plans and everything too…oh well”

“Hey now mo aingeal milis (my sweet angel). Yer can still do those things, and the plan is to be home for Christmas… if all goes to plan tha’ is.” A simple touch to the shoulder almost sent (y/n) crying. She was a tough-ie but things that were very important to her still got to her. “I know…I just worry if you will be ok…if you will make it…”

“Aye Bonnie I promise ye I will com back home in one piece yeah?”

“Alive?” She asked

“Alive and well.” He chuckled. “Now go get ready fer bed. I’ll clean up and be there in a bit.”

She shook her head “I want to help…”

“Your tired. You’ve been working all night. Let me do this fer ya.”

“Fine.” (Y/n) trudged upstairs to their room and washroom were she took off her makeup and jewelry. She had worn the necklace and matching earrings that John had given her last year as an anniversary gift on Valentine’s Day.

She looked at herself in the mirror, tears still threatening to spill, a long night and now this? Pull yourself together girl. (Y/n) told herself but to no avail. When she made it to the bedroom to get changed for the evening, the thought of her boyfriend leaving her made the waterworks start as she burst out crying into her pillow, sobbing away. Perfect timing for Soap to walk in, catching sight of his overtired, crying girlfriend.

“Hey hey hey! What’s this Love?” Gently kneeling beside her side of the bed and placing a hand on her back.

“I’m sorry I must be tired, but the thought of you leaving for the holidays…” (Y/n)’s voice broke again as she tried to regain her composure.

“No don’t apologize, ghràdh (love). I wished I could have told you sooner.” He kissed her head gently. “I know this will be h’rd on both of us but we can work this out, yeah?” John got up and walked to his dresser to get on a pair of pants. He liked to sleep shirtless.

As soon as Soap opened the covers to get in, his girlfriend clung onto him. “Aye lass I got ye.” He chuckled and stroked her head. “I’ll wake ye up when I leave ok?” No reply just a nod into his chest. Softly, as if she would shatter in his arms, he hummed an old song and gently rubbed her back. This made (Y/n) break down and cry again. “I got ye let it out. Shhhhhh.” John murmured, now his own eyes betraying him as they stung with salty water threatening to hit his pillow and his girlfriend. He held (y/n) tightly, letting her cry to sleep, knowing that would be the best for her. Soon he was following in that pattern.

It was 6:30am when John began walking to the door with his sleepy girlfriend in tow, holding his arm. Soap opened the door, with his duffel bags in hand gave his (y/n) a kiss. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, you’ll see”

(y/n) nodded sadly. “Be safe out here ok? Kick there asses.”

He gave a small smile “I always do.”

John turned around to head for his car don’t turn back, dont fucking turn back. But he did and saw (y/n) standing there “fuck” he muttered a small choke. He dropped his bags and swiftly dashed back to her.

“Oh lass I am going to miss ye so so so much!” He was shaking. Trying to hold it in, trying to be the big tough Sargent he needed to be.

“It’s ok. You told me last night we got this, it’s not like we haven’t been in this same boat before. If we did it 100 times before we can do it one more time. I’ll be waiting here for you when you get back ok?” A smile laced with sadness stretched over (y/n)’s face.

He pulled himself up and nodded. She was right. With a final lasting kiss he went back to grab his bags once more and this time made it to the car without look back. Setting his stuff in the back seat, he then got into the front, starting the engine, and slowly driving out from the driveway. He could see her silhouette in the dim light coming from the living room as she stood outside watching him. Soap drove down the road towards the airport with one thought on his mind.

When I get back love, I’m going to ask you a question… I hope you say yes.

[abstractreign]

★ (for leeky) ( → @kingsmedley )

( → send me a ★ and I’ll bold what applies to your muse !! still accepting )

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me/ You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me * ( you seem like you really could use one ) / I’m scared of losing you * ( or rather, scared of the consequences of you being lost to some ill-natured power ) / I don’t think you like me * ( or rather, know you definitely don't like the front i put up in that chatroom ) / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back * ( already am ) / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you * ( thought i did ) / I’m dependent on you * ( thought i was ) / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you * ( already slightly am ) / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail * ( who'd put a kid in jail? ) / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

[kingsmedley]

@abstractreign​ asked: ☼ { either main josh or leeky? both?? depnding on who has more to say about him fjdjdndn 

send me ☼ and i’ll bold all those that apply to your muse:

I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me |