#live@lunch

[ysphcpb-ii]

Live House 140524 | LiveAtLunchSS2xSingto

[ysphcpb]

2020 | 2023: "This is his favourite place."

[dreamsteddie]

Eddie and Steve settle down in a town just outside the border of Indiana, so close that it's only a different state in name, and carve out a little place for themselves.

They live in a tiny house at the edge of town with other like-minded recluses. They're all friendly, but they mind their own business. It's an open secret what they share in their house as two men with no wives or girlfriends, but they're not the only ones in similar positions.

Eddie gets a position at the only mechanic shop in town, which is always understaffed. Steve works at the grocery as a clerk and shelver.

After a handful of years of being with Eddie, Steve fully lets go of any lingering hope of having children of his own. It hurts a little, but even if the system would deign to give a child to a gay couple, it certainly wouldn't be two men living in a tiny bungalow at the ends of the forest. He wouldn't trade what he has for the world; he loved Eddie more than anything, but it's something he has to come to terms with.

Then one day, when they're both closer to 40 than 30, a kid starts lingering around the storefront for hours. He's probably around 11 or 12 give or take, small and skinny in a way that makes Steve ache a little. He wanders in and out a little, looking around at the shelves of cool drinks and fruit with a cautious eye until something startles him and he scuttles out to the front.

He watches it happen for almost two weeks. It's driving him crazy how no one is saying or doing anything. They're all just pretending they don't notice. He raves about it almost every night to Eddie, who calms him and nudges him a little to talk to him.

The next night, the kid is still there when Steve gets out at nine, later than he's ever stayed before. He takes a moment to waffle about what to do, but he grabs two iced teas from the fridge and two of those pre-packaged danishes and heads out.

He sits on the curb without saying anything, a safe distance between them, and drops half of his loot by the kid's leg. He doesn't look at him, just opens his own drink and looks out into the waning summer sun. He can feel scrutinizing eyes glaring at the side of his head, not touching the food.

They sit for a good five minutes before the kid snatched the drink and food up, turning his back halfway to scarf it down quickly. He scurries away quickly after he finishes, Steve watching him go.

Steve continues this routine, the kid, Jake, getting more comfortable as Steve continues to be kind. He opens up a little bit more about school and interests, but he never talks about home.

One day, Jake doesn't show up, and Steve freaks out. He goes home and gets Eddie so they can both drive all around town. Steve has a terrible feeling in his gut that sinks completely when they don't find him before the sun comes up.

Eddie holds him as he urges him to get some sleep before his shift.

The next day, all Steve can do is look out the big windows, waiting for ratty off-brand Converse and a red hoodie to walk through the doors. It takes almost his entire shift, but he does eventually see Jake slink around the corner of the store across the street, walking slowly toward the store.

Steve tears off his apron and makes some excuse to the other clerk, and runs out into the street to meet him. He knows he shouldn't, but he's just too relieved to stop himself, and scoops him into a hug.

Jake flinches but clings back desperately, clinging to Steve and sobbing into his shoulder. Steve doesn't give a shit if it's right or wrong or whatever, he knows Jake has been hurt and he's taking him home.

They get to the house, Jake having calmed down a little bit but still holding right to Steve's hand. He goes around and scoops Jake into his arms and takes him inside. Eddie is waiting on the porch, backlit by the soft glow of their living room.

Jake is hesitant at first, especially with the new man in the picture, but he knows Eddie from stories, and they get him to open up about what happened. The entire time, Steve is crushing Eddie's hand in his own, overwhelmed with rage.

They let Jake pass out on the couch, belly full of grilled cheese and tucked under their plushest blanket. The two men don't sleep that night, staying up until the sun rises again, discussing what to do.

In the end, Steve and Eddie leave in the early morning, going to the house Jake described in his story. They're greeted by a gruff-looking man reeking of booze, already spitting angry insults for the early wake-up call.

What they do is less than legal, but in a town this small, things tend to work by their own rules. They make it clear that Jake won't be coming back, and that they'll be keeping him under their roof. The man gives only a token protest before he lets Eddie bully his way into the house to find what exists of Jake's documents.

They go home and present their offer to Jake. They have room for him, if he wants to stay. He's old enough that he can make his own choice, and they won't force him, but they would love to give him a home.

Jake is a difficult, troubled kid, but he brings to much joy and purpose into their lives that they didn't even know they were missing. Their sparse neighbors keep them under their protection, making sure the budding little family has what they need to keep themselves afloat.

[meg-noel-art]

Jericho's is generational 🍽️ You can bet Vi takes her kiddos there, even when they're no longer little 🥲

ft. (one of) my caitvi fankids - Cassandra II

[anasbasilps]

Hello, friends. I’m Anas, writing from Gaza. I wanted to ask a fun question about breakfast, since I know for many of you it’s a comforting and energizing part of your day. For us here, though, breakfast—or any meal, really—has become an unimaginable luxury.

With the borders closed, there’s barely any food coming into Gaza. Even simple items like fresh vegetables, fruit, and bread have become hard to find or too expensive to afford. These days, a typical breakfast might be a little bit of za’atar (a thyme and sesame spice mix) or salt with bread, and even these basics are running low.

I’m sharing this not just to talk about food but to help others understand our reality. My brother Ahmad and I have dreams—of learning, of helping our family, and of living in peace. But here, where we can’t even rely on the next meal, those dreams feel so distant. That’s why we’ve started a campaign to raise funds, hoping for a way out to continue our education and build a future we can look forward to. If our story resonates with you, we’d be grateful if you could take a moment to visit our campaign. Whether you can donate, share, or simply keep us in your thoughts, your support truly means the world to us. Thank you for listening to our story. 💙

Donation link here 👇

[hipsternumbertwo]

Who survived April 2024?

[vegan-nom-noms]

Lunch Box Recipes:

Sandwiches

Wraps

Summer Rolls

Muffins

Cookies

Roasted Nuts

Fruit Leather

Jerky

Banana Bread

Protein Bars

Protein Balls

Popcorn

Apple Chips

Banana Chips

Salad

Muesli Bars (also known as granola bars)

Sushi

Pizza Rolls

Yogurt

Chia Pudding

Lemon Bars

Blondies

Cupcakes

Trail Mix

Hummus (with veggie sticks & crackers)

[bet-on-me-13]

Ghostly Host AU

So! Ghosts need a physical Anchor in the living world, or they are liable to fall apart and fade away if they stay for too long.

In Amity Park, this usually isn't too much of a problem. Sure most Ghosts can't stay for a week without a Host, but the ambient Ecto-Levels in Amity Park are enough that they can stay for a few days or so at a time with little worry.

This changes however, during Reign Storm.

When Pariah Dark awakens, Tens of Thousands of Ghosts use the Fenton Portal to escape the Rule of Pariah Dark, running away into the Human Realm.

If Amity Park had stayed where it was, this would have been fine. They could have stayed in the Living Realm for a few days, and maybe the Weaker ones would need to find a temporary Host, but that was fine since Amity was filled with thousands of Liminals.

Unfortunately, Pariah Darks first move was to suck Amity Park into the Ghost Zone, alongside all of the Ecto-Energy that had accumulated there.

Now left trapped in the Living Realm with no way back to the Zone, thousands of Ghosts suddenly needed Hosts or they would start dying off by the Hundreds. In a Panic, they spread out across the Planet in search of viable Hosts.

Any normal Person wouldn't do, they needed a Living Being that could actually handle their Power, or someone who matched their Soul. Preferably both. Liminals were the best since they had a durable Body and a Malleable Soul, so any Ghost could use any of them as a Host.

But outside of Amity Liminals were very rare, and finding someone who matched their Soul was time-consuming and hard. Thankfully, in recent years the population of Aliens, Metahumans, Enhanced Soldiers, and even extra durable baseline Humans had spiked across the world.

All across the planet, People suddenly found themselves stuck with a new Passenger in their Bodies.

Those new passengers thankfully weren't malicious, for the most part, but it was still annoying. The only good thing was that they now had new Powers, which neat.

They could summon the Ghosts in their Body outwardly, and then command the Ghost to use their Powers in whatever way they wanted. Only other Hosts could see another person's Ghost, which meant they looked very awkward to normal people when they fought. Generally, Hosts seemed to act more strangely after getting a Ghost, as if they lost a few of their Inhibitions.

Why did they feel the sudden need to strike a flamboyant Pose? Or over dramatically scream?

[beautyandlifestyleblog86]

Healthy Metabolism-Boosting Salmon and Veggie Bowl

Ingredients:

- 1 lb salmon fillet

- 1 tbsp olive oil

- 1/2 tsp dried oregano

- 1/4 tsp salt

- 1/4 tsp black pepper

- 1 cup broccoli florets

- 1 cup Brussels sprouts, trimmed and halved

- 1/2 cup chopped red onion

- 1 cup cooked brown rice

- 1 tbsp lemon juice

- 1 tbsp chopped fresh parsley (optional)

Instructions:

1. Preheat oven to 400°F (200°C).

2. In a small bowl, mix together olive oil, oregano, salt, and pepper.

3. Place salmon in a baking dish and brush with the marinade.

4. Toss broccoli, Brussels sprouts, and red onion with the remaining marinade.

5. Spread the vegetables around the salmon in the baking dish.

6. Bake for 20-25 minutes until salmon is cooked through and vegetables are tender-crisp.

7. Serve salmon and vegetables over cooked brown rice.

8. Drizzle with lemon juice and garnish with parsley (optional).

This recipe is full of nutrients to support a healthy metabolism, including protein from salmon, healthy fats from omega-3s, B vitamins from brown rice, fiber from vegetables, and essential micronutrients. Enjoy this delicious and nutritious meal!

[happyfunf3tti]

evangelion au time

[vultursvolans]

(click on image for better quality)

Her room was a portrait of his longing. Books left askew. Pages crumpled in haste. Clothes forgotten in his rush to reach her. At long last, the scribe had no need for ink or quill. For in the warmth of her hands, he was reconciled with something words could never capture.

Commission by @/Puri24A on twt. Do not save or repost.

[not-the-living-ghost]

Well, one thing led to another, and I ended up infodumping the entire Dead Boy Detectives TV show lore to my middle school little sister, the fellow neurodivergent weirdo of the family, and some of her reactions were so fucking funny, I just had to share

"Cancelling a gay show in 2024? Shame on you."

"We got a Dead Boy Detectives cancellation before GTA 6..."

"At least Edwin got his cardio in while he was in Hell"

Her talking about Esther: "I'm okay with you killing Becky, you can kill all the little girls you want, but how dare you — how DARE you — kill Monty."

"Edwin would bully little kids on Roblox"

"Crystal reminds me of Rachel Elizabeth Dare" (she's real as fuck for that, and quite frankly, I'm surprised I hadn't seen those parallels myself)

"Monty is just like Nico [Di Angelo], because I think he would love McDonalds"

"WHO canceled this show!?!??! We're gonna have a talk"

"What's with psychics and having neglectful parents???"

Me showing a photo of Charles and Edwin to her: Aww look, they're so cute!

Her: ...Hm... It's giving gay

Me: *explaining who Brad and Hunter is*

Her: ...are they gay?

Me: No.

Her: Aw no cause that would've been perfect, because it's just like the gay jocks from Heathers

Me: They're not gay

Her: I'm gonna write fanfiction about Brad and Hunter so they're gay

Me: You're not supposed to like them, they're misogynists — they don't like women

Her (misunderstanding what "misogynist" means): Exactly, so they're gay

*Me explaining Esther's ghost torture device*

Her: Okay, but that's kinda girlboss though

*Me showing her a photo of Dream*

Her: Dream looks like he came out of a 90s mosh pit...

Me: That's cool though

Her: Not in 2025

Me: We don't even know if Monty was gonna be in season two-

Her: Yeah, but he's in the fanfiction

Me: And then Charles started dating Crystal-

Her: Wait, isn't Charles gay?

Me: Edwin is canonically gay. Charles isn't really confirmed anything, but...

Her: -but he's probably gay

Not to mention the insane amount of Dora the Explorer jokes that she made as soon as I mentioned that Charles has an infinite backpack, which led to her dubbing Charles' new nickname "Charles the explorer"

[yeahthisisabadidea]

Twin Ghost Kings

An idea I got into my head, I've seen a few tropes where Danny and Dani are twins, two sides of a coin, the king and the free spirit sort of idea. so what if, both Dani and Danny become the ghost king?

I can just imagine some poor smuck (cult? the Justice Leauge? someone from another fandom?) decides to summon "the ghost king" for whatever reason, so solve XYZ or to grant them world dominating power, whatever, and they're expecting a single, monsterous, tyranical being Pariah Dark, but in stead, they get these two black and white child-ghosts (they're not acctually children, it's been centuries, but it's fun to be OP while being underestimated and messing with people)

This wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote a bit of it, so...

The boy’s eyes roamed over the heroes, down to the circle and then made eye contact with John.

“Dani?” he asked, tone echoing and childish but oh, so dangerous. The hair on the back of John's neck stood on end. The girl similarly looked directly at John, acid green eyes boring into him. The feeling doubled down.

“Yes, Danny?”

“I think we’ve been summoned.”

The two smiled twin grins. It was sharp and mischievous and unnerving with too many teeth, too wide for their faces. As they continued to speak, the two began to float around as easily and aimlessly as leaves in a breeze, circling the heroes like predators evaluating their next kill. John certainly felt like prey.

“I think you’re right.”

“Someone tried to call Pariah.”

“Someone called the ghost king.”

“Someone wants the dark.”

“Someone made a mistake…”

“Ying yang spirits,” John muttered. The two children continued to circle each other in a dizing display of black and white and green eyes that hold too much power.

“Nope,” the girl giggled, popping the p.

“Close, but no.” Confirmed the boy in a sing-song voice, his impish smile only growing sharper. 

“Then wha– who are you?”

The spirits stopped their flying to drop to the ground in front of Constantine, their wispy tails splitting and solidifying into sets of legs so they could stand and stare with those green eyes at the man.

“We are the ghost king,” the boy said simply, voice teeming with power that made John’s ears hurt. The girl continued.

“Heirs apparent of the infinite realms and all that call it home.”

“And you have dared to summon us.”

“I don’t understand,” John had to try twice before his voice was loud enough to be heard. “I thought I called The King... Pariah Dark?"

"We told you."

"We are the king."

“I am the king phantom,” declared the boy. “Watcher of stars, bane of the dark. I am the guardian, the keep, the order. I am the light of the moons.”

“I am the king phantasm,” declared the girl. “Who followed after and seen all first. I am the wanderer, the wild, the chaos. I am the void between.”

“You demanded the Ghost King.”

“You called to the Dark.”

“So, tell us, Hellblazer,” the girl mused, grin sharp and wicked as she circled him, pausing to leer over his shoulder. “Who are you loyal to?”

“The crown?”

“Or the dark?”

“Be honest now.”

“We’ll know if you lie.”

“We can see your soul.”

“We own most of it, after all.”

[toyastales]

Catfish

[reality-detective]

Now that Donald Trump has directed Elon Musk and DOGE to look into the Department of Defense, we HAVE TO look into this

The Department of Defense is providing school lunches in America. Just imagine the secret deals going on with this….

“I thought DOD stood for something else, but you're saying it's definitely Department of Defense providing the school lunches?”

‌

“Yeah”

‌

“Who mandates this? The state and the federal government?”

‌

“Yeah.”

‌

—“Mandate who you buy food from?”

‌

“Yeah”

‌

“They'll give us hundreds of thousands of dollars, but we can only spend it in their channels. — There there specific companies that you're allowed to buy through

‌

We purchase through DOD. They have their own ordering guide, and we purchased through them. But they they work out the contracts throughout the General Mills, etc”

‌

“Sucks for you guys and it sucks for us and it sucks for the kids. And in the same respect, if the Department of Defense is supplying the food and they are the ones who are negotiating these contracts with these mega corporations like, you know, General Mills and Yeah. Nestle, all of these.

‌

Right. Then they are incentivized to get the lowest quality at the highest, you know, price. So so then the more processed, the better for them. So, again, it seems like the only options you guys have are the things that are predetermined anyway, and so your options are limited.”

‌

You have to watch this whole video, this is CRAZY.

Why is the DoD providing school lunch contracts in America?

EXCELLENT question… We need Elon Musk, DOGE and RFK Jr. to dig into this fiasco. 🤔