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[bestpickme]

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[spacerockfloater]

Cassian had been eating an early breakfast with them this morning when Rhys had gotten the bill for Nesta’s night out. When Rhys had read each item aloud. Bottles of rare wine, exotic foods, gambling debts …

Oh, do shut the fuck up people. You’re acting as if Nesta requested three muscled, naked, oiled up, male sex workers come to her table and feed her whipped cream with their dicks. She ordered fucking food and drinks for fuck’s sake. The horror! You’re building a fifth mansion, you can afford to pick up the tab you cunts, especially after she fought your fucking war for you. Boo fucking hoo.

Feyre had stared at her plate until silent tears dripped into her scrambled eggs.

Now, what the actual fuck is this grown ass woman crying about? Bitch, pull your melodramatic self together. You’re acting as if Nesta made the front page of the local newspaper for being a serial killer. Calm the fuck down. Your husband is reading you a fucking bar’s bill, for crying out loud. A private bill, that was available only for you to see, until your toddler of a partner decided to let everyone know about it. Like, the only acceptable reason for you to shed a tear is realising you’re shackled to this piece of shit for eternity.

Cassian knew there’d been previous conversations—fights—about Nesta. About whether to give her time to heal herself, as they’d all believed would happen at first, or to step in. But as Feyre wept at the table, he knew it was a breaking of some sort. An acceptance of a hope failed.

Yes, because we all know that the only two ways of helping a traumatised person are either leaving them completely alone with their self destructive tendencies and excluding them from our lives (not a single painting of Nesta in Feyre’s home, pity job offers from Rhys, just superficial attempts of Feyre inviting Nesta to witness her perfect new life and house but no true attempts at connecting with her) or stripping them off of every bit of freedom and forcing them to do unpaid physical labour. Now every hope is obviously lost!

It had required all of Cassian’s training, every horror he’d endured on and off the battlefield, to keep that same crushing sorrow from his own face.

Cassian, for the millionth time, I hope someone throws your hypocritical ass in a deep fryer as soon as possible. Looking forward to Elain’s prophecy coming true.

Rhys had laid a comforting hand on Feyre’s, squeezing gently before he looked at Azriel, and then Cassian, and laid out his plan. As if he’d had it waiting a long, long while.

Rhysand, you sly, manipulative snake, you. You never fail to disgust me. Aiming to break your own fucking wife apart so that she, in her vulnerability, goes along with your pre-prepared schemes, while simultaneously acting as if you’re her shoulder to cry on when you’re in fact the reason she’s crying, is actually nauseating. And I thought Tamlin was the beast! Rhysand is the worst thing that ever happened to Feyre. At the very best, they deserve each other. And that’s me being generous.

[redheadspark]

Again

Summary - Azriel missed his wife, and he shows it.

Warnings - PURE SMUT! 18+ ONLY!

Author's Notes - As the warning state, this is pure smut! Short and fun to write, hope you enjoy ;)

“A-Az….Az I….mmph,”

“I know, baby.  Just let it happen for me,”

You sighed, and a gutter moan escaped your lips as hands were on your hips, gripping possessively as your thighs were burning and sweat was going on along your skin and from your pores. All you were feeling was the insane pleasure deep within you, coiling up too tight in your abdomen and spewing out to touch the tips of your fingers and toes as your eyes were closed in bliss.  Although you were feeling so tight in your stomach from how close you were to bursting, you were also shaking from how intense it was feeling.  

Rightfully so, since you have been on edge for what felt like hours.

“There you go, sweetheart.  Cauldron, you look fucking divine on top of me like this,”

You opened your eyes, shakily and with lust as you looked down at the being pinned under you, deep inside of you to make you feel so full and snug within your walls.  His wings sprawled out on either side of him, almost dangling off the bed with the sheets already skew on the ground along with some of the throw pillow.  His face was on you, etched with his own pleasure he was feeling and the most alluring smile on his lips.  Hazel eyes were bright and almost fully dilated, his dark hair tossed and messy from your fingers digging in the locks to be grounded, and slight hickies along his neck and collarbone nearly blended into his tan skin.

Azriel looked fucked out of his mind, but he looked too happy because of it.

Of course, you forgot how to get into his position in the first place.  You two were away from each other because of his Spymaster duties and your job in the Inner Circle as Fryer’s right-hand and personal treasurer.  It has been an exhausting few weeks you both were working hard and long hours, barely having time to be together since you two were newly mated two years prior.  It was the sacrifice in having these careers, you and Azriel knew that.  

But still, you missed his company and his touch on the lonelier nights when he was away.  There was no doubt Azriel was as great a lover as he was as your best friend and husband.  Even before you two were married, Azriel knew how to rock your world when you two fell in bed together.  There was always gossip about Illyrians and their wingspans.  You never paid attention to them too much, but of course the gossip of larger wingspans being equivalent to Illryian’s packages.  It made the far blush madly to think about, and you never had that in mind when you got together with Azriel and became mates with him.

Yet the rumors were proven right the first time you two fucked: he was an amazing lover.

The way his fingers would curl inside of you to make you arch off the bed, how his tongue would dive into your folds and inside of you to not just stretch you out but to have you writhe around in bed, he knew just what to do to make you scream out his name as if he was a God and you were worshipping him.  Not to mention when his cock was fully inside of you, perfect in size and girth as if It was designed to be snug along your inner walls.  Divinely made for you, just you, and every time you two had sex, it felt like the first time all over again.

Nothing was ever said outside your bedroom door of course, yet the others in the Inner Circle were just as curious and teasing after you and Azriel returned from your honeymoon.  Especially Cassian, who was winking at you and then elbowing Azriel’s side.

“Hopefully you were tame with your new wife, eh Az?” He teased, making you blush madly and Azriel glare at him.

This was no different, you two clawing at each other as soon as you could when you made it back home to your penthouse in the city.  Azriel wasted no time undressing you and giving you hickey after hickey on your neck as you threw off his leathers and belt that hung low on his hips.  It also all through the night, you were inwardly glad that your penthouse had no neighbors around to hear your vigorous activity.  Yet now it was 3 am, and you both going on round three as there was no sign of slowing down or losing momentum.  

“You still there, sweetheart?” Azriel asked as he was seeing you catch your breath, the pleasure was so close it was on your tongue as you nodded rapidly and hummed, “How close are you, baby?”

“S-s-o close….so c-close Az,” You whimpered, about to reach down to where you two were connected so you could touch your aching clit that was rubbing deliciously against Azriel’s rock-hard cock.  Azriel tutted, taking your hand away to lace your fingers and hold it against your stomach.  You full-on whined, yet he smiled and shook his head.

“That’s my job, remember?” He asked you coolly, his other hand reaching over to hover right in front of your clit, “You’re gonna cum from my touch, right there where you need it, okay?  Not me fucking you, not you rolling those glorious hips that I love, but me simply touching you right there, because I only can, got it?”

You gulped, nodded, and waited on bated breath for him to touch you.  He licked his lips, his thumb was so close, and yet he didn’t move, not just yet.  

Finally, after what seemed to be long seconds that would be torture, he rubbed his calloused thumb along your clit in small circles.  Within seconds, you came and moaned so loud in the bedroom it almost sounded like you were being tortured. 

Azriel was notorious for this, he knew just how to make you undone with his simple touches to longing gazes.  Maybe it was because he knew how to tap in the vulnerability of a person because of his Spymaster duties,  However, those were times of torture, not with you.  With you, he was gentle, never rough or too demanding.  But still, that simple touch along your skin or a simple growl in your ear, you would unravel so fast it was hard to catch up.  

This orgasm was cosmic, you shaking as you were still hovering and trying to ride it out for as long as you could.  But you felt it everywhere, along your skin and under your eyelids as you were gasping for air.  Your bones were feeling like jelly, almost willing your body to collapse on Azriel as he was watching you with utter amazement and awe.

“Fuck,” He growled, sitting up suddenly and making you moan some more as you were so sensitive at this point.  He wrapped you in his arms, kissing you all over as you were simply leaning against him and trying to come back to reality.  

“I will never get enough of you cumming like this,” He said into your hair as you hummed.  You shifted a bit, still feeling his rock-hard cock inside of your sensitive pussy.  As sensitive as you were, you felt his fingers guide along your lower back. He rolled his hips slightly, you moaning hotly as he nodded his head.

“I know, baby.  I got you,” He replied, almost reading your mind as to what you both needed   You’d let him since you trust him with your life and he would care with exceeded expectations.  He pulled out, you whimpering from the loss and also the relief as he moved you on the bed to be on your stomach.  The cool sheets under your bare body were calming, his calloused fingers dancing along your sweaty body to bring you some relief as he then pushed a pillow under your hips.  Gathering some of the juices from your pussy, he lathered his own cock up again as he was on his knees behind you.

“Az..” You mewled as he lifted your ass up a bit, he perched behind you to kiss along your spine and caresses your thighs.  

“Let me fill you up, please baby.  You feel so good around my cock that I need to unload in you, can I please?  It’ll be so good, I promise,” He growled along your spine, you simply nodded your head since you knew it would be so good.  No matter that you were bone tired, you experienced such an amazing orgasm that shook you to your core.  Azriel would never dare to continue unless you were willing to let him, waiting for your permission and consent.  Even in the heat of you two fucking, he always stopped and asked you, made sure you were okay.

You grew to love him all the more.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he soothed against your backside as you felt his cock’s tip right along your entrance.  Within a second, he slid right back into you, both of you moaning and sighing in both lust and relief at the same time.  Azriel braced your hips in a good grip, rolling his back as his wings stretched out behind him and his cock was once again snugging your walls.

“That’s a good girl,” he rumbled, making you cum at least two more times in that very position before he could finally release deep inside of you.  

[copperbadge]

My answer was too long for the fried food post. I used to make grilled PB&J, just like you'd make a grilled cheese and my family always thought that was weird. I know, it's not deep fried, but I don't deep fry at home. Weirdest (and BEST) thing I've had was fried tacos, It was a very strange but awesome camping trip, where there was much weird food to be enjoyed. Anyhoo, they took a less sweet kind of donut dough, hollowed out a ball, filled it with meat, cheese and peppers if you wanted them, sealed the hole shut, rolled them in corn flour and dropped them into the kettle. They were served 3 to a bowl, with a scoop of salsa, guac, and/or sour cream. They'd sprinkle with cotija cheese at the end. We also had elote on the side, and hard cider. They took the last of the dough at the end of the meal and stuffed them with marshmallows and chocolate chips, and skipped the corn flour but I was too full of excellent tacos and elote to indulge. Man, the pandemic sucked in so many ways, but my camping group really came together in the spring of 21, and we've had so many awesome trips since then. And lots of deep fried tacos. The person who invented it is trying to do something with tamale batter to make them even more taco-y, but it's still a work in progress. The tamale batter is loose enough that it wants to fall apart in the fryer.

This was sent in response to my "What's the weirdest thing you've fried or weirdest fried thing you've eaten" post and I failed to respond in a timely fashion and was considering deleting it out of shame but then I read the recipe for FRIED TACOS and was like no. The world needs to know. My feelings are as nothing next to the glory of the fried taco.

I realize this is a lot of work for camping but if your friend is still looking for solutions to the tamale issue, I would suggest steaming the "taco balls" in tamale dough first, then cooling and frying -- the masa firms up a lot during the steaming process, and the amount of time it would take to get the exterior crispy and golden should be enough time to reheat the interior. (Or it might explode. Testing is needed.)

I might have to give this a shot -- I can think of a few dough recipes that would work, and I have some fajita seasoning that's going to go stale if I don't use it relatively soon. Hmmm.

[evadoupixii]

NEVER LOSE ME

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Summary: You left katsuki all alone on the farm to go pursue your dreams. You still loved each other even as the silence grew louder. All in all, you both made it work.....until.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 wc >>1.4k

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Warnings; FarmboyBakugo x fem reader! Poc coded reader! mutual masturbation, finger fucking, phone sex/computer sex explicit content.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 i know yall must be tired of all the country boy bs but i can't help it i love it sm! Send me requests of anything you guys want! tysm for 50+ followers!

FarmboyBakugo! // Who happily tapped his fingertips against the side of his steering wheel as he drove home along the dirt road. Turning up the music as he glanced to the left of him at the blue lake that ripped through the countryside, how the setting sun sent ripples of shiver along its length. As mundane and gray as life had gotten seeing this view at the end of every day never ceased to amaze him. He turned the truck onto another dirt road, the light from the sun flickering every second as the tall trees began to envelop him. He sighed as he pulled his pickup truck into the driveway of the little house on an Everglade late into the afternoon. He took out the keys from the ignition and hopped out of his truck, the sound of the heels from his boots clicking against the wooden deck of the house as he walked up the porch stairs.  

FarmboyBakugo! Who As soon as he was in the house,  began kicking off his boots and throwing his cowboy hat on the coffee table of the living room. Running his hands through his blond hair and leaning back on the comfy couch relishing the quietness of the house.  

FarmbouBakugo!Who was surprised to hear the crackle of thunder outside his bedroom window as he dried off his hair with a towel after taking a long thoughtful shower. Who threw on some blue plaid pajama pants and walked downstairs shirtless, reluctantly putting the kettle on the stove and taking out some frozen chicken nuggets from the freezer, throwing them in the air fryer. Who muttered a silent “Fuck” when he saw your caller ID pop up on the screen of his phone.  

FarmboyBakugo!Who answered your call with an immediate smile on his face. You greeted him with your usual flirty undertone.  

“Do you have any plans for tonight?” You said at the other end of the line. Bakugo could almost hear the fervor in your voice and decided not to act on it. As it would come again later, as it usually did on nights like these.  

“Unless they're with you? Then no.” He said roughly. 

FarmboyBakugo! Who knew for sure you had probably rolled your eyes at that remark. Then again, he knew you relished the fact that he was so open with his insatiable longing towards you. You had known each other so long that it wouldn't make sense to hide it. He heard the shuffling at the other end of the line that sounded like the light thump of clothes hitting a bathroom counter and the flush of water coming out of the faucet. It wasn't until he heard unzipping and unbuckling that he knew what you were doing.  

“I was wondering if you wanted to have another……movie night.” The pause you took before you said the last two words left Bakugo with the most horrifying smile on his face and the sound of his deep rough chuckle echoing through the kitchen. “Movie night huh?”  

“If you're up for it.” You said.  

“Always baby, always.”  

FarmboyBakugo! Who upon getting off the phone with you, sat on his couch and hastily ate his air fryer nuggets and drank his tea. He thought about how dirty and raunchy it was when this…. routine…between the two of you started. It’s not like it had gotten less electrifying as time went on. If anything he yearned for it throughout the days that passed. How ferocious and cold-blooded he thought of himself to continue as if you were little to non-existent after each act. Telling himself that this was okay because this is how you wanted it. How you persisted that this would be the best for both of you. How it would satiate the twisting uncompromisable craving of  

Each other.  

FarmboyBakugo! Who went up to his bedroom and pulled his laptop out of his desk. Turning off all the lights and lighting a candle on the dresser. If it’s, one thing Bakugo wanted in his home it was ambience and peace. He settled into bed and waited for you.   

FarmboyBakugo! Who answered your call and felt the lump in his throat form as soon as your camera on his laptop screen turned on. You were always unmerciful in the way you showed yourself to him. Always tantalizingly out of reach. Your doll eyes had that lewd look in them like they always did. The camera showed the top half of your body, just enough. A tight black lace tank top hugged you. Your boobs were pushed up to the moon by the blanket you were hugging to your chest. Your hair was down and cascading around your face in a flattering way.  

“Bakugo…earth to bakugo” You said on the other side of the screen. Waving your hand around in the eye of the camera with an unwavering smile on your face.  

“Sorry baby, what’s up?” Bakugo said positioning the laptop adjacent to him on the bed. He made sure you got a full view of his naked chest and a partial view of his crouch.   

“I said which hunger games movie should we start on?” You said squinting at your computer. Bakugo could see your laptop screen as you scanned through the illegal movie streaming site.  

FarmboyBakugo! Who just watched you in pure bewildered amazement. He wondered how long it would take this time. He wondered if it would even happen tonight, if the night would just consist of wholesome movie watching and witty banter……. 

Well, that's definitely not how the night went.  

Farmboybakugo! Who’s pre-cum was wasted on the sheets around him, the squelching wet sounds of him fisting his cock filled the room along with the rain pattering outside. Who’s blond hair was plasterd to his face with sweat as he watched you fuck yourself with your fingers, whimpering his name on the other side of the camera.  

“C’mon baby, fuck yourself harder show me how badly you want this cock, yeah?”  

His mouth parted in ecstasy as he watched you spread your legs wider for him. How the sight of your tits bouncing as you fuck yourselff with more pace went straight to his cock.  

“It’s so hot when y-you talk to me like that” You moaned.  

Farmboybakugo! Who with more praising, convinced you to pull put the dildo he had gotten for you. Who marveled at the way the veins of his dick pulsated as he watched your pretty pussy sink itself on to the dick that resembled his own. Who barely managed to mewl out another “Your such a good girl for daddy, Yeah?” as he watched you writhe with pleasure as you steadily bounced yourself.  

As much as he wanted to be serious in a time like this. He couldn't help but chuckle at the reminder that the movie was still playing. How the movie wasnt even 30 minutes in before the flirty undertones became full on “What were you do to me if i were next to you” exchanges. His heart fluttered a little knowing that you were impatient for him too.  

Farmboybakugo! Who almost died on the spot when he watched you maneuver yourself to where your back was facing the camera. Whose eyes zeroed in on the curvature of your ass, as if he hadn't seen it in this position many times before…and even closer at times if he might add.  

“That’s all f’me right baby?” He said.  

You turned around to lock eyes with him through the camera rolling your eyes and shrugging your shoulders with a smirk on your face. As if you were saying “What’s all for you?Who even are you again?”  

Farmboybakugo! Who wanted to grasp that little neck of yours in his big hands and fuck you until you were tired of saying his name. Who yelled at your through the screen to start bouncing on that makeshift dick of his before he decided to stick his cock back into his pants.  

Katsuki bakugo who sat there with you in the aftermath. Who after making you cum one last time watched as you cleaned yourself up and walked your naked body back into bed and stared back at him through the camera. Katsuki bakugo who would kill to be able to reach his hand through the screen and kiss your lips again, pinch your cheeks and whisper to you all the things that lingered in his heart at night.  

Katsuki bakugo who’s favorite part about this routine were the conversations that seemed to last until the sun rose. As this one did and many others to come. As he watched you lull yourself to sleep, he started to make a mental note of all the loose ends he needed to tie before he came to you. It didn't matter if you weren't ready……as he would always be ready…for you.  

[goodworkperky]

"Hey," Sarah says almost nervously as soon Bucky picks up the phone. "I'm sorry to do this but the boys wanted to talk to you before they went to bed."

Bucky is quite literally looking down a sniper scope at an arm's dealer halfway around the world from the Wilson home. "I said you guys can call anytime, Sarah. I meant it," he says quietly. "Put 'em on."

A beat.

"Uncle Buck," the boys chime in unison before they start speaking simultaneously, each trying to shout over the other.

Bucky laughs under his breath. "One at a time."

"Are you fighting bad guys, Uncle Buck?" Cass asks just as AJ asks, "Are you coming back?"

"Yes and yes," Bucky answers. "And I expect your mom to tell me you guys have been best behavior when I get there."

The boys promise and wish him good night before they are off to bed.

"Thank you," Sarah says with a note of humor as the boys run off.

"Any time." A beat. "Hope the boys weren't the only ones that wanted to call."

She hums a laugh that makes his heart flutter. "Sam told me you were working. I didn't want to be a distraction."

"I can multitask. Unless this turns into one of those 'what are you wearing' calls."

"Not unless I change out of an old tee that smells like a deep fryer."

"Sexy," Bucky says without a hint of sarcasm.

Sarah laughs easily. "I can't with you." A beat. "Call me when you're not busy saving people?"

Finger rests on the trigger. "Then we'll be here all day. How about we settle for tomorrow morning?"

"It's a date." Sarah says earnestly, "Stay safe, Buchanan. I'd hate for anything to happen to you."

"I promised I'd come back, didn't I? Have some faith in me, Sarah."

"I always do."

[windsweptinred]

OK I had to do these for Corinthiel cause they're the pinnacle of crack prompts.  

who controls the netflix account and what have they dominated the suggestions with by watching 

Well, since Danny has every streaming service living rent free in his mind, it's got to be Cori. You've got to have all the modern luxuries when out doing your Lord's bidding in the Waking, including the best streaming has to offer. His watch list is full of the usual you would expect for THE nightmare paramount. A chocolate box of horrors so psychology damaging, one wonders who or what the director had to fuck to get it green lit. His suggestions however, are curiously dominated by the suspiciously twee likes of the ‘The Great British Sewing Bee’ and the ‘The Secret Life of Cats.’ He blames Ruin… Everyone knows it's not Ruin.

who snores

Daniel, oh yes, perfect little princess face Danny boy with all the grace, poise and finesse of an expert geisha… Snores like an alcoholic sailor with severe sleep apnea when he's out. That ‘unique’ laugh of Morpheus's had to go somewhere. And it chose make a new home for itself in Danny's nasal passages. Eldritch horrors live in fear of hearing it, demons tell stories of it in hushed, reverant tones. It's the most horrific sound to ever take form. Cori adores it. 

who has an embarrassing ringtone that the other calls them in public just to get to go off 

Wait, you think Cori's phone blasting ‘Pour some sugar on me’ while his phone  flashes a salacious lockscreen photo of Daniel, isn't meticulously planned? For his own delight and everyone else's discomfort? He's purposely arranged callbacks from sales companies, just so he can stand there like a smug git while a Jpeg Lord of the Dreaming flashes his sugar tits. He's done it with Constantine, Hob, the archangel Michael… That one time with Destiny. He doesn't talk about that though… 

who sleeps on the top bunk if given the chance 

If by top bunk you mean the finely sculpted pectorals of one blonde nightmare.. It's an all out war between Danny and Madison about who gets to curl up and purr themselves into oblivion. Trust me, those catfights gets naaasty! They're the closest thing the Dreaming has to bloodsports. Trauma for the eyes in a flurry of white hair. 

who plays the piano at 6 in the morning to wake up the other 

Matthew once spent a month making Mervyn hit a piano repetitively with a heavy duty chain whip to get them out of their bed chamber. Does that count? Would you want to face an enraged librarian on the warpath because their peace has been heinously disturbed? Well neither did they. It was the only way to get them to put their pants on. 

who has accidentally set something on fire by attempting to cook a birthday meal 

Well, since Cori is the accomplished male wife he is, I'm going to say with no canonical proof ( but we all know it's true) his skills in the culinary arts could make Gordon Ramsey renounce swearing in euphoria. And Daniel should be able to pull from an encyclopedic dreamer knowledge of this stuff. So… Ruin did it. How did Ruin set fire to the deep fat fryer when making a romantic icecream  sundae for his Lord and mentor in all things night terrors? Well, let me tell you, he has a particular set of skills! 

[dameronscopilot]

as per @romanarose's request 💖—

Thanksgiving with the Triple Frontier Boys

BENNY

Has been banned from turkey duty for the last 3 years because one year he waited until the night before to start defrosting it, the next year he accidentally bought a chicken, and the year after that he “surprised” everyone by making a Hot Cheetos turkey.

Was finally allowed to be in charge of the turkey again this year, bought an outdoor deep fryer to cook it.

Gets into a fight with Santiago every year because he thinks canned cranberry sauce is the best and he always brings it.

Always brings the best biscuits, acts very mysterious and refuses to tell anyone where he buys them from (they’re from Popeyes).

Brought Doritos for whatever reason?

WILL 

Is the host because he has the best television and living room set up to watch the football game.

Had an entire extra turkey ready to go in the oven when he rightly assumed that Benny’s deep fried turkey would be an absolute disaster.

Nobody but him is allowed to make the mashed potatoes after the crunchy potatoes disaster of 2013, the stringy potatoes nightmare of 2015, and the liquid potatoes catastrophe of 2016. 

He’s also the only one that’s allowed to use the electric carving knife.

SANTIAGO

Makes his own cranberry sauce from scratch.

Spitefully bought all of the canned cranberry sauce at the grocery store Benny goes to (and donated it to a food bank) so he wouldn’t have it.

(The joke was on him because Benny already had a stockpile in his pantry.)

Everyone hates green beans besides him. He brings an entire tray anyway and purposely puts them on everyone’s plates.

Makes the best sweet potatoes, hands down (and he surprised Benny by finally giving in and making the sweet potato casserole he begs him to make every year). 

FRANKIE

Stopped at the McDonalds drive thru and got a bag full of cheeseburgers on the way "just in case."

Bought every single kind of pie at the grocery store because he was getting anxiety watching everyone fight over flavors in the group chat.

Has been bringing the same store bought mac and cheese tray for the past 5 years. They all love it. Everyone thinks he’s making it at home from scratch. Will probably never tell them otherwise.

Made a ridiculous Jell-O salad one year just to fuck with everyone. Benny ate the entire thing just to make a point (and spent the next two hours throwing up). Will has since banned Jell-O from Thanksgiving, period.

[thesims3help]

Sims 3 - Gameplay enhancing mods: In-game fixes and other mods.

A category-based mod post. Mods and links previously featured in our Masterlist. All credits to their rightful owners.

Categories include small mods fixing in-game issues, No More Autonomous, Autonomous mods, and mods that don't fit previous categories.

Honorary mentions to: Anach's Sims 3 Mods, Ani's Sims | Downloads , aa6x7 : Quick Links, simlogical.com

Fixes:

Just Sit (script mod)

Invisible Sim Fixer Mod by Consort (simlogical.com)

Change At Home After Work

Opportunity phone call fix (and more)

Trait Discovery Fix

Harvester Fix

Random Sim Fixes 2.0

Get to Know Fix

Certificate Reward Fix (UPDATED for Late Night)

Sunbathing Fix by Inge (simlogical.com)

Interaction on sloped terrain enabler

Base Game Half Walls FIXED!!!!

Write Thank You Notes Fix

Inventor's Workbench fix for Bridgeport.

Read Toddler to Sleep - Fixed Interaction

Pet Tombstone Shadow Fix

Fixed horse tails (no more shiny horses!)

University Life Visual Fixes (Send Insulting Text, Texting Idle, Heat of the Moment Kiss)

A Proper Fix to the Proper Trait for 1.67 [UPDATED:~8/1/2016] - *Supernatural Required*!

Restoration Spell Fix

Hanging Lantern Fix

ITF Perigee Planter Fix

Watch Laser Rhythm-a-Con FIX

Spicy Animation Fix

Better Bloom Interaction

Pigtail Glitch Fix

Opportunity Phone Call Fix

Laundromat Fix

Nectar Squishing Makes You Dirty

Fix for photograhy issues. Patch 1.55 (moreawesomethanyou.com)

(No) Autonomous mods:

No Autonomous Go To Home at The Sims 3 Nexus

No Autonomous "Check out new object"

No more autonomous computer use (1.67)

No Autonomous "Read Something" Interaction

More requested no autonomy mods for Pets and Generations.

No Autonomous Sprinkler

No Autonomous Tag

No Autonomous Skinny Dipping/Get in HotTub/Pool with Flavours

No Auto make Processed Baby Food

No autonomous Deep Fryer or Ice Cream Maker

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No Autonomous Play In The Ocean

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No Relationship Sparkles

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No Simoleon Effects When Selling Paintings

No Fight Effects/No Slap Effects

No Musical Notes!

No Build Sparkles!

No more stupid outfits. +Sniper296's Curfew remover integracion.

No Sleep Zzzs - Now with No 010101s (Amb) and No Vvvs! (LN)

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Snoring be gone!

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No Mutated Hair/Eye Colour

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Perfect Honey and No Auto Clean the Hive

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Moar Interactions

WrittenWord - Sim written books found in Bookstore under General tab.

World Loading Screen Overhaul v2.0

No pets waking up sleeping sim, less ice cream truck and more or less CAS money

Put Away All Books *Compatible with 1.67*

Put Away All Scraps

Store All Fish and Harvestables at Once *Compatible with 1.67*

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[fuckkbrunch]

One that I've been waiting for! I didn't want to have to buy a whole huge bag of gochugaru just for this recipe, since I only needed a few tablespoons, so my Korean coworker hooked me up once again.

I butchered my own chickens, so this took longer than intended. It's supposed to be only legs (thigh and drum) but I added in the wings as well. Added a pound to my recipe, but the marinade looked like more than enough.

Chili oil, salt and gochugaru marinade for an hour. I think it should marinate longer, but I followed the rules. I didn't photograph the tapioca dredging, for obvious reasons. But it took me a while. I could fry four pieces at a time, so this took me at least an hour. I may have double dredged them out of boredom while I was waiting for all the frying.

All blanched. I wasn't the best at monitoring my oil temp, so a few of them were a bit heavy on the blanching. I wish I had a reliable deep fryer. I really do.

All wrapped up and ready to freeze. Don't do what I did. If you put paper towel on the pan, it will freeze to the chicken skin and rip. It's easy enough to remove, but avoid the issue entirely and use just parchment or foil to line the pans. Recipe says to freeze for 8 hours or overnight, but I waited a few days.

Warning! These radishes take a day and a half to make! I didn't read the whole recipe before planning my shit, so this didn't make it as the side dish the first time I made the chicken.

Very proud of my diced daikon here, if I do say so myself. Soak this in vinegar sugar salt water on the counter for twelve hours, then in the fridge for a day.

Now make the sauce. I think it's supposed to be yangyeom sauce, but it's not quite right. Very gochujang heavy. Tasty though.

Brush on the sauce and bam. Very labour intensive chicken. But very, very good chicken. Worth it. It was sooo crispy and perfectly salty. Can't say I noticed the chili oil marinade much though.

Had it for dinner again a few days later, so that we could try the radishes in context. Sauce on the side purely for cleaner hands. The radishes were unappealing on their own, but they do cut the salt and fat from the chicken nicely. A good pair, but I wouldn't eat the radishes on their own.

| Korean Fried Chicken & Korean-Style Radish Pickles |

Taste is a 4.5 out of 5. Could be perfect with a little tweaking, but still so good. So good.

Difficulty is a 4 out of 5. Labour intensive. You must be comfortable deep frying at home, you'll be doing quite a bit of it

Time was uhh, a few hours over two days.

You need to plan this, spend a weekend setting it up. You really see why Korean chicken is so pricey, but the work is so worth it. Make a double batch and keep it in your freezer as a back up meal. I bet reheating it in an air fryer would be good too. Never used one, but I hear they're good at this shit. Will definitely be making this again.

[dudadragneel]

AAAAND HERE IT IS!! FINALLY!

*Requests are open*

STUBBORN part.II

By the end of the concert, things had calmed down a bit, with Hyunjin staying on IV drips to help with dehydration. After a few minutes, the members appeared in the room, Chan being in full dad mode.

- Did he get examined?

- Yes, after Minho came down with him, he threw up a few more times, that's why they set an IV. The doctor said it's a pretty bad stomach bug.

- That explains a lot.

- How are you feeling now, Hyunjin-ah?

Minho asked with a menacing expression. You knew what he was going to say after so you tried your best to hold your laughter.

- Better. The best I felt since morning.

- Oh, yeah that's good. You know what will happen when we get home right? 20 minutes at 180 degrees in the air fryer.

- Yes, hyungnim.

The threat made everyone laugh for the first time that day. And that's exactly what happened later but, since he had caught a stomach bug, things were far from being over.

The members took about 40 minutes to change and get everything ready to return to the dorms, long enough for the IV drip to finish. The concert venue was a little far from the dorms, so the ride back would take about an hour, or two if there was traffic.

- Kids, everyone's ready? Grabbed everything?

- Yes, hyung!

- Let's go then.

You turned to Hyunjin and got up from your seat and stood out your hand.

- Can you stand?

- Yes, thanks.

He grabbed your hand, stood up, and pulled you closer for a hug.

- Oh my God you two, let's go already!

Minho said with a disgusting expression. You two couldn't help but laugh, he loved teasing both of you.

Arriving at the van, something deep inside your mind told you to sit more to the front and close to the door, because if he had a stomach bug, things could get bad again.

- Kids, is everyone here? Got everything?

- Yes!

- Alright! Back to the dorms!

The ride started and surprisingly enough, even though they had just finished a full concert, they were still full of energy. Well, it wasn't that surprising, since they were known for their chaotic energy and behavior.

They started talking about the concert, and how the performance lived up to their standards.

They wanted to turn on a life but given Hyunjin's situation and your presence, they thought it would be better not to risk it.

- Hey, Hyunjin-ah, you worked hard today. I'm proud of you.

- Thanks, hyung.

- But, next time listen to us. When you're feeling better we'll talk.

- Yes, hyung.

- But, honestly, you did really well even though you weren't feeling great.

- I didn't want to disappoint STAYs.

- We know.

All of you kept talking about the concert, the best parts, the peculiar things they saw in the audience. It had been a long time since they had this much fun.

Eventually, an important topic came up, food. They were all tired but incredibly hungry as well, and usually, after a concert, the staff would treat them to a banquet.

- So, what are we eating today?

- why don't we go with something everyone likes?

- Pizza?

- Yeah!

For a while, Hyunjin participated in the discussion, but then something deep inside of him started acting up again. The movement of the car, along with the talking was making Hyunjin feel nauseous again, the nausea was building up slowly and he tried to ignore it or deal with it but it was getting stronger.

He decided to sit back and focus his eyes on the road, being aware of the car movement usually helped with car sickness, but this wasn't the case.

You and the boys noticed he'd grown quiet and started to get worried.

- Hey, babe, what's wrong?

- Hyunjin-ah, are you okay?

Chan said putting a hand on the younger's shoulder and giving it a little squeeze.

- I'm feeling a little queasy...

- Kids, let's change the topic and quiet down for a bit.

They started talking more quietly and talked about anything else other than food. You turned your attention to the sick boy sitting beside you.

- Babe, I'm right here.

- Honey, can you hold my hand?

- Sure.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it a little, reassuring him you were there.

He kept trying to focus on the road, since using his phone in that situation was a big no. But that wasn't working, so he closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing and your touch, as you started rubbing his hand.

It seemed to work for a while, but then the van entered a bumpy road and the car wouldn't stop jumping and each movement made Hyunjin's stomach twist and turn.

He felt cold sweat on his neck and back and a burning sensation growing stronger on his chest, he squeezed your hand even tighter, until his knuckles turned white.

-Hey, what is it?

- I really don't feel good...

He felt the contents of his stomach sloshing around and then coming up his throat and started to swallow convulsively, trying to die down the urge to vomit.

- Try to breathe, babe. I'm right here.

He just nodded to your instruction and kept on trying to breathe and swallow, but the road condition wasn't helping. The van hit a rather big bump making the car move harshly and the sudden movement sent Hyunjin's stomach over the edge.

He felt hot liquid hitting the back of his throat, and jerked forward covering his mouth. It took everything in his power to warn you.

- I'm gonna be sick-

- Chan! Pull over!

Chan quickly grabbed a hold of the situation and told the manager to pull over, thankfully they were close to a rest area.

As soon as the van stopped, Chan stormed out of the vehicle and ran to open the door on Hyunjin's side.

- Here, I've got you.

He helped Hyunjin off the van and the young boy immediately bent over the moment he was out of the van, vomit coming out of his mouth violently. He coughed before another stream came out contracting his stomach and arching his back so forcefully, he felt out of breath and swayed forward, almost falling. Thankfully Chan, was by his side to hold him, he wrapped his arms around Hyunjin's body and guided him down to his knees.

- Hey, hey, I've got you, you're safe.

He kept rubbing his back while Hyunjin continued to vomit, each wave making him even more breathless and painful.

You grabbed a water bottle from your bag and made your way to Chan and Hyunjin.

You kneeled next to Hyunjin and started rubbing his stomach as well.

- Oh babe. you're doing good. Let everything out.

Meanwhile, in the van, the boys were clearly worried for Hyunjin, they'd never seen him that sick.

- Minho-hyung, will he be okay?

- Yes. It's just a stomach bug. A nasty one.

They kept talking, some decided to scroll through their phones to distract themselves from what was happening. And then they noticed Felix had gone quiet all of a sudden.

- Hey, Felix, you good?

- I don't know...

Only after taking in his dongsaeng complexion, Minho remembered a very important detail: Felix had a really sensitive gag reflex.

- Oh shit. Felix, look at me. You're okay, alright? Changbin-ah, open the door.

Changbin did as he was told and Minho got outside the van and went immediately to Felix's side.

- Hey, Felix, look at me, alright? focus on me.

Do you have your headphones with you?

- No-I I forgot them at home...

- Kids, can someone lend me a headphone?

- Here, hyung.

- Thanks. Felix put this on.

Minho knew Felix could get sick by seeing someone else being sick or hearing the sound, hence why he asked for the headphones. Once Felix put them on, Minho checked him one more time and noticed that he was shaking a bit, so he grabbed the younger's hands and squeezed them, bringing Felix's attention somewhere else.

- Felix, you're okay. Take deep breaths and focus on the music playing on the headphones. I'm right here with you.

Felix followed Minho's instructions and closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing. He paid attention to every movement his body made as he breathed and the comforting touch from his hyung. Eventually, he was able to calm down and the eerie feeling he began to feel earlier, had gone away.

- I'm okay now, hyung. Thanks...

- No problem. But don't take off the headphones, alright?

- Okay.

On the other side of the van, Hyunjin kept throwing up, his stomach not giving him a single break. It contracted painfully, arching his back and expelling everything, making his throat hurt from all the acid.

- It hurts...

- I know babe...You'll be fine, don't worry.

But the situation was getting too much, he felt pain all over his body, and his head was now pounding from all the strain it was going through. He started to feel panicked, he felt the world spin even though he was completely still, his vision was starting to get blurry and started to shake as well.

- Y/n... I'm feeling out of breath... I feel faint.

Chan guided Hyunjin to sit on the ground and held him close to his body. You positioned yourself in front of him and grabbed his hands.

- Hey, hey, hey. Look at me, honey. Look at me.

If you start to hyperventilate now, you'll only make yourself sick again.

You started rubbing his hands in patterns and told him to follow your breathing, while Chan held him and rubbed his chest to help the younger feel calmer.

- we're right here with you. There. You're doing good, my love. Keep going.

After a few minutes following this pattern, his breathing was under control again, but the nausea persisted. Without much warning, his stomach made him lurch forward, vomit coming out of his mouth hitting the ground, and a bit on your clothes. Chan kept holding him and rubbing his chest.

- I'm sorry...

- No. Don't apologize. It's okay.

- Don't worry Hyunjin-ah.

After that wave, he was left dry heaving. You gave him some water to rinse his mouth.

- Think we go back into the van now?

- Yes...

- Can you stand?

- No... I feel dizzy...

- Alright.

Chan put Hyunjin's arm over his shoulder while wrapping his other arm around the younger's waist and carefully stood up. He stopped for a moment to make sure Hyunjin felt grounded.

- You good? Can we walk?

- Yes, hyung...

You helped Chan take Hyunjin back to the van and settle him. You both stayed with him for a while to make sure he was feeling okay before entering the van yourselves.

- Can we go back to the dorm now? Hyunjin-ah, you sure you're okay?

- Yes, hyung

- And you Felix, you good?

Minho asked getting Chan's attention.

- What happened?

Minho whispered in Chan's ear, just so he wouldn't upset Hyunjin. That's the last thing he wanted.

- Felix's gag reflex acted up while you guys were outside.

- Really? Did he get sick?

- Thankfully no. I was able to calm him down.

- Good. Thank you. Let's go back home. We need to rest.

The rest of the ride home was uneventful, Hyunjin didn't get sick again, and Felix was fine as well. But you knew Hyunjin still felt sick, you could tell from the look in his eyes it was taking everything in his power to endure the ride back home.

Arriving at the building, the manager drove the car to the garage, to give the boys and you some privacy and safety. When the car stopped, everyone got out of the van but one, Hyunjin.

- Babe, what's wrong?

- I really don't feel good...I don't think I have any strength to walk...

As he spoke you noticed how shaky and pale he was. It broke your heart to see him so vulnerable, so sad, and in pain. You just wanted your cheerful and dramatic ball of sunshine back.

Chan instructed the members to head up first and get things ready for Hyunjin, while he helped you guide the sick boy to the elevator.

- Hyunjin-ah, can you walk?

- No... I feel lightheaded...

- I'll help you, okay?

- Sorry, hyung.

- Don't apologize. Come on.

Chan wrapped his arms around Hyunjin and carefully guided him out of the van, you following behind with all of your stuff.

Before Chan began walking he waited a moment to make sure Hyunjin wasn't feeling faint.

- Can we go?

- Hm.

The boy just hummed in response. The walk from the van to the elevator wasn't long, but for Hyunjin it felt like they were crossing the country on foot. And you were walking very slowly, so as not to risk Hyunjin fainting.

But each step was a challenge, he felt as if his legs were made of jelly, and even the smallest of movements were making his stomach angry. Halfway through to the elevator, his stomach decided it had enough of the walking and sent hot liquid up his chest. He felt it hitting the back of his throat and his mouth immediately filled with sour liquid. He just tugged Chan's clothes as a warning, which the leader understood and was quick to halt the movement.

Hyunjin bent forward and didn't have enough time to get his hand away from his mouth before vomiting, so it spilled through his fingers, hitting the ground with a sickening sound.

Chan kept holding him, and rubbing his chest and you stayed by your boyfriend's side rubbing his back.

- Oh my poor babe. Let it out.

He belched and that brought up even more watery vomit, making him bend even further. And if it wasn't for Chan, Hyunjin would've already fallen.

- I've got you, don't worry. Straighten your back, Hyunjin-ah.

Chan kept rubbing his chest to help with the nausea.

After a while, he said that he felt like nothing would come up. You cleaned his hand and helped him rinse his mouth before you could reach the elevator.

When you three finally arrived at the apartment, the boys had already prepared a bath for Hyunjin.

- Hyung, the bath is ready.

- Thank you.

- And Hyunjin? Why did you take so long?

- He threw up again...

- Oh my God.

- Where are Minho and Felix?

- Apparently, Felix wasn't feeling that good, so Minho-hyung went to the bedroom with him.

- Okay. I'll check on them.

- Y/n, take Hyunjin to the bath, I'll ask Minho to help you.

- Okay.

IN THE BEDROOM

From what the boys told Chan, Felix wasn't feeling great when they reached the dorms, so the leader went to check on him. When he got to the bedroom, he found Felix sitting on the edge of the bed with Minho by his side, rubbing the younger's nape

- Hey. Is everything okay?

- Oh, hyung! Felix's gag reflex acted up earlier and now he said he is feeling queasy.

- Minho, can you go and help y/n give Hyunjin a bath? I think you'd lighten up the mood a little.

- Yes.

- I'll stay here with Felix.

Minho exited the room leaving Felix and Chan alone.

- Hey mate, how are you feeling?

- Weird, I guess...

- Do you think you're gonna be sick?

- Not really. Well, as long as I don't see anything, no. It just feels strange, like a lingering eerie feeling in my stomach.

- Did you take anything?

- Yeah, Minho hyung gave me a nausea pill. It's starting to take effect. I guess I was just a little bit panicked.

- Well, we are all drained from the concert. Why don't we take a bath a just relax?

- Yeah. I'll just wait for Hyunjin to be settled first.

In the bathroom, you helped Hyunjin out of his clothes while Minho checked the water temperature. Fortunately, they had moved dorms and now both of their dorms had bathtubs since Hyunjin was in no state to take a bath standing up.

Minho helped him get into the bathtub and sit down.

- Are you okay?

- Hmm.

- Is the water good?

- Yes...

You decided to leave them and go get a change of clothes for Hyunjin.

- Hey, Hyunjin-ah, are you feeling okay?

- For now yes...

- I'll turn around so you can take your bath, just say something if you feel sick again.

- Alright...

After about 15 minutes, Hyunjin finished his bath without any incidents.

You opened the door to the bathroom and gave Minho the clothes you picked for Hyunjin and waited outside for them.

Minho helped Hyunjin out of the bathtub and walked out of the bathroom holding him so he wouldn't fall. At this time, his hyung's support was everything keeping him from passing out.

The bath felt heavenly because on top of smelling like vomit, he was sweaty from the concert. But at the same time, it relaxed him too much, to the point he felt like all his strength left his body, for real this time.

- Hyung...I feel dizzy...

- Okay, let's sit down.

Minho went to the living room with Hyunjin and you followed them.

The older carefully helped the boy sit down on the couch and he immediately slouched.

- How are you feeling now, babe?

- A little better, but completely drained...

- No wonder... and the nausea?

- Seems to be gone for now...

- Think you can stomach something in a while?

- Maybe...

- Okay then, I'll prepare something for you.

- Let us do the cooking, Y/n. You can go shower first.

- Are you sure? It's no problem at all for me.

- Yes. You're tired as well.

- Thank you.

You really wanted to take a bath, considering you had vomit on your clothes but at the same time, you're the one with the most energy out of everyone in that dorm, so you wanted to help. But the boys were always very caring about you so things like this made you happy.

You went to Hyunjin's bedroom to grab some of his clothes for you before heading to the bathroom, leaving the sick boy in the living room with the other members.

After a while, Felix came out of the bedroom, he was looking much calmer and his complexion was better as well. He went to Hyunjin's side and gave him a hug, which Hyunjin returned.

- I'm sorry Felix, for making you feel sick.

- Oh that! No no no, don't apologize. It's my fault for not being cautious with myself.

- And are you feeling okay now?

- Yes. And you? How are you feeling?

-  A little better. At least the nausea seems settled for now. I just feel really weak...

- Do you want to watch something?

- I don't know... I can't really trust my stomach right now... I'm afraid that all the movement might make me feel sick again...

- It's okay.

After what to Hyunjin, seemed like an eternity, you came out of the shower, wearing his clothes. He couldn't help but blush at the sight of the beautiful person in front of him, even though you've been dating for a few years, there were times he felt like he was seeing you for the first time.

He grabbed you by the waist and guided you to sit by his side and placed a kiss on your cheek.

- You look absolutely beautiful.

- Oh stop it, babe. I take it you're feeling better? For you to be all lovey-dovey

- My stomach seems settled for now...

- That's good. Thank heavens. But I'll just wait for your brothers to get themselves comfortable and then we'll talk.

- Yes.

After everyone took their baths and eaten, they all gathered in the living room to have a serious talk with Hyunjin.

- Hyunjin-ah, I wanna start by saying that you did really well today, despite not being well. However, this can not happen again. You need to listen to us and your body as well. You weren't feeling good since morning, we heard you throwing up, we asked you and you chose to tell us you were fine. I asked y/n to talk to you because I thought you'd listen to them. You got sick during rehearsal and almost got sick during the actual concert.

Can you imagine what could've happened if you'd gotten sick onstage? STAYs would get worried and that could cause panic.

- I'm really sorry, hyung. I really wanted to perform.

- We understand you but you need to think ahead, if you decide to perform while being sick, you could end up having to sit out other performances. Listen to your body, what if on top of being sick, you fainted onstage?

- I'm really really sorry for worrying you and you, y/n. I didn't want it to be like this.

- Just, listen to your hyungs next time okay? And y/n as well. We just want your well-being.

- I understand, hyung.

At this moment, Hyunjin was already crying. He didn't feel it coming, tears just fell. The thought of upsetting and worrying the members and you was practically unbearable. He began to sob and tremble and you, Chan, and Minho were quick to help.

- Hey, hey hey, breathe, Hyunjin-ah. You're gonna make yourself sick again.

Chan sit beside him and started rubbing his chest, trying to calm down the younger boy. You kept by his side holding his hand and reassuring him none of you were mad. And Minho positioned himself in front of him and tried to guide the sick boy through breathing patterns to help him calm down.

But it wasn't working, he tried to pay attention to everything all 3 of you were doing, but the crying made him swallow too much saliva and his stomach did not agree with that.

He could feel it revolting and something creeping up his chest and muffled a burp with his hand. Upon noticing this, Minho quickly grabbed a trash can and placed it underneath Hyunjin's mouth.

- Hey, if you're feeling sick you need to let it out.

He didn't want to, his throat was hurting and so was his stomach but his body did not want to keep that in. He bent forward, opening his mouth as vomit escaped from his mouth hitting the trash can with a sickening sound, making you grimace a little. Minho stood up from his position and placed a hand on Hyunjin's back gently pressing it down while you rubbed it, and Chan kept rubbing his chest.

- That's it, you're okay. We're right here with you.

All it took was a few seconds for Chan and Minho to realize Felix was close to them.

- Shit, hey Changbin-ah, take Felix to the bedroom!

- Ok!

Changbin wrapped his arms around Felix and guided the boy to his room before anything could happen.

After a few minutes, Hyunjin's stomach was empty again and left the boy gagging unproductively.

- Babe, you don't have anything on your stomach.

He just spat out thick saliva before you handed him a bottle of water to rinse his mouth.

- How are you feeling now?

- A little better, now that something came out.

- Think you take some medicine now?

- Yeah...

You have him a nausea pill, which took effect rather quickly. In about 30 minutes Hyunjin was feeling better and was even willing to watch some movies with the members. Upon noticing this, Minho gave a menacing look to the long-haired boy. You looked at him and immediately looked away, covering your mouth trying to surpass a laugh.

- Hey, Hyunjin-ah.

- Yes, hyung?

- Are you feeling better? Hm?

- Now yes.

- Ah, really? Good. That's good. You know you worried the hell out of us today, right?

- I know. I'm sorry.

- No, it's okay. But you know what we'll happen right? 20 minutes in the air fryer at 180 degrees.

- Yes, hyungnim.

You and the boys couldn't help but laugh while Minho stood there looking Hyunjin dead in the eye, which made the situation even more hilarious.

The night went on without any incidents, with you and the boys agreeing to watch a horror movie together. Everyone gathered in the living room, with mattresses, and slept there, while you slept hugging Hyunjin.

After such a tiring day, ending it with rain pouring outside and everyone together in that cozy living room, was everything all of you needed.

[cyncerity]

How did cranboo Ctubbo get to dating in the store shifter au if one of them cannot understand the other? Very enthusiastic sign language and a lot of squinting?

alright first things first i wanna use this ask to specify that Ranboo and Tubbo are in a QPR!! If you don’t know what that is, it stands for Queer Platonic Relationship, cause I headcanon C!Tubbo is on the aro spectrum and I’m aro so i feel the need to project cause i never see QPRs being talked about lmao. So that’s being added to this au. Also slightly unrelated but in this au (and another dsmp character headcanon) Ranboo is ace 💖

ok back to the actual question so y’know how in the dsmp lore Tubbo married Ranboo cause he was rich and stuff? This. Ranboo isn’t rich or anything, he’s a teenager with a retail job, but hey, any money is rich by borrower standards. Not that Tommy doesn’t buy Tubbo stuff and he doesn’t steal Dream’s stuff (Dream hasn’t met him and Foolish lives next door with Puffy), but he took way more of a liking to Ranboo than he thought he would when he asked Tommy to take him to work with him and now he needs a viable excuse to keep clinging to him. And having an extra human to give him stuff was nice too. Tubbo really looked at this ridiculously tall anxious human and said “that one.”

So anyway, he kinda just…watched him for like, a month. Ranboo would constantly complain to Tommy that he felt like he was being watched, and Tommy would just unconvincingly laugh it off. Eventually tho, Tubbo messed up and ended up stuck on a few higher shelves in the kitchen’s backrooms before closing time. Tommy was talking to Wil and the other employees had gone home, so Ranboo was the only other person near Tubbo, and he just happened to slip and almost fall into the deep fryers that Ranboo was shutting down for the night.

Thankfully Ranboo caught him, but unthankfully Ranboo immediately hid Tubbo from Tommy cause why would he think they knew each other? It took some serious charades and a solid thirty minutes for Tubbo to communicate to Ranboo that, yes, Tommy knew him and he really needed to get back to Tommy cause they live together. Once Tubbo had been returned to a very frantic and panicked looking Tommy who was concerned that Tubbo had been abducted or killed while he wasn’t looking, Tommy ended up explaining this all better and Ranboo eventually put the pieces together that Tubbo was the weird presence of always being watched that he felt at work.

After that, he did his best to communicate with Tubbo, because it seemed like Tubbo really wanted to talk to him, but he couldn’t help that he couldn’t understand him! They tried charades, but they both sucked, so eventually it just turned into Ranboo having one sided conversations that Tubbo would nod or shake his head at. And Tubbo also started bringing him things. Like, little buttons or feathers or cool rocks and leaves, and Ranboo couldn’t say that the gesture didn’t mean something to him. It reminded him of a crow, and he told Tubbo that once, who accepted the comment with pride. But it was still frustrating that they couldn’t communicate. Eventually, he started to notice that even if Tommy would talk to Tubbo normally, sometimes they talked using BSL, which he didn’t even think Tubbo knew, considering Tubbo couldn’t even write (as in, he was completely illiterate and had never even been taught the alphabet cause that’s apparently unnecessary to borrowers) and was also, according to Tommy, probably dyslexic.

Ranboo sought Tommy out to teach him BSL in secret as a surprise to Tubbo. He learned a good bit of basics and almost ever curse word before he decided to start taking online lessons. And on the six month anniversary of meeting Tubbo, he was very happy to finally be able to communicate properly with him for the first time. Of course, his signing wasn’t perfect, and Tubbo’s hands occasionally messed up (Ranboo had thought that Tommy was weird for choosing “fuck” and every iteration of the word fuck to be the first words Ranboo learned, but he was starting to appreciate that now, given that Tubbo said it constantly, especially when he messed up bad enough or had to pause and restart a sentence)(Tommy may have been right about the dyslexic thing but it really wasn’t his business), but it was a start, and it was better than they’d ever had.

As it turned out, he and Tubbo had very similar senses of humor. They talked for hours and hours on end, now that they could, and Ranboo enjoyed every second of it. Tubbo also verbally spoke when he signed and, even if Ranboo couldn’t understand it, he could hear every bit of emotion and emphasis behind the words. He didn’t need to hear the words in order to pick up on Tubbo’s attitude in every conversation they had. Tubbo was a very good story teller, he learned, and his jokes always somehow landed, even if Ranboo couldn’t hear exactly how it was said. He also learned that to borrower ears (and to Tommy), Tubbo had a british accent, and he only learned this because Tubbo made fun of him for being American damn near constantly. Ranboo also learned that he didn’t need to sign, cause Tubbo could understand English just fine, but Ranboo decided that if his hands weren’t busy, there really wasn’t a harm to it. Besides, if Tubbo had to sign to be understood, Ranboo might as well keep practicing just to make sure he didn’t forget anything (or maybe he just didn’t want to make Tubbo feel alienated when they talked, but he could have that debate with himself).

All in all, though Ranboo hadn’t really been expecting it, he couldn’t say he was shocked when the little trinkets that Tubbo would bring shifted from small knick knacks into things like flowers (which Ranboo would usually tuck behind his ear for the rest of his shift) or shiny objects that he knew he’d find pretty or occasionally jewelry he must’ve stolen from the lost and found area, though Ranboo appreciated it nonetheless.

Tubbo came to him on the one year anniversary of their meeting with an actual jewelry box, which was odd, and he opened it to find an intricately woven purple and green braid with a minecraft bee charm and an enderman charm linked on it, a running joke between the two since Tubbo and Ranboo had frequently started having sleepovers at Ranboo’s house and Tubbo had fallen in love with the bees as soon as Ranboo had booted up minecraft, and they’d gotten into an argument about which mob was better. But he also knew what that braid meant. Of course he did, cause he was already wearing one. Purple, green, and red: that was the one on his left wrist. Tommy’s was on his right, and Tubbo wore his as an anklet. They’d made them together as soon as the three had become close friends, and as soon as the cultural significance had been explained to Ranboo. But this one was just for him and Tubbo. That implied that they were something more, and Ranboo knew it. He also found he was ok with it.

Tubbo hadn’t even needed to ask it out loud. He had just been staring the entire time, until Ranboo looped the braid behind his neck and tied it in place, shooting a smile at the borrower. Tubbo grinned like an idiot, before asking Ranboo if they’d be interested in going to the park sometime later that day, just to make it official. Ranboo smiled wider as he signed “it’s a date” and carried on with work for the rest of that day as Tubbo was busy trying to find Tommy and tell him that it all went well.

and yes Tommy was aware of all of this. He bought Tubbo the little minecraft charms cause he thought it was funny as hell and also on a more serious note he’d do anything to help his practically brother at this point. He’d been the one to actually convince him to give Ranboo the necklace, cause at that point Tommy was like 98% sure Ranboo would accept it. It also helped that Tommy knew Tubbo had liked Ranboo since the very fucking beginning, a fact that not even Ranboo knew. Needless to say, he was right there with Tubbo in his excitement when he went to Tommy after the fact, and he couldn’t have been happier for his two best friends.

[leclerced]

i just made doughnuts and i may have no baking experience but i am the best ever they’re so good

omg period! i am a firm believer you don’t need experience to be a good baker. it’s an incredible feeling when you make something for the first time and it comes out well. ive been baking since i was a kid, its my favorite thing. so proud of you. i haven’t made donuts yet bc i hate getting out my deep fryer unless im making chicken fried steak tbh

also im a regular at the donut shop by my house and if i learned how to make donuts i would have to stop going there because it would ruin donuts for me. once i can make something well i am never satisfied when i pay for it bc i can make it better at home.

[frogswithfrogs]

My Au William Afton timeline-Part one

This covers his birth all the way to his first death

Born March 2 1949 to Robert “Rob” Afton and Violeta Watson Afton, he has two older siblings, Eleanor Afton , who was born 1945, and Thomas “Tommy” Afton, who was born in 1947. He also has an older half brother named Vincent Paars, who was the product of an affair Violeta had with a American solider in 1944. William was born in York, Britain. His mother was incredibly doting to him, as he was a rainbow baby. This would later fester into extreme narcissism.

His younger Sister Jane is born in 1950

His Younger brothers Robert “Bobby” Afton Junior and Charles “Chuck” Afton are born in 1952

In 1955, Violeta would poison her husband and children, with the exception of William and Vincent, who lived with his fathers wife. Eleanor would survive, and as a result, be sent away to a catholic school for girls. William was 6 years old.

On November 1st, 1956, when William was seven, they would move to London, where Violeta would meet Oscar Anderson.

On February 9th, 1957, Violeta would Marry Oscar after only three months of dating. This event would anger William. Oscar would go on to verbally abuse him.

On April 14th, 1957, William would kill a small rabbit on his school playground, causing him to be expelled from the school, he would later switch to a private school. He would continue to kill small animals, and hurt children younger and smaller than him

On October 12, 1957, Eleanor would return from the catholic school, having been expelled. This would cause William to grow more upset with his home situation, he wanted to Kill Eleanor.

On October 21st, 1962, William would shove Eleanore hands into a deep fryer, hoping to kill her with it, he was unsuccessful. Eleanore would be scared for life both in her hands and in her head.

On July 3rd, 1967, Oscar and William would get into a fight about him wanting to go to America for college, ending with William pushing him off a balcony, killing Oscar upon impact with the floor

On August 6th, William would depart for college, attending American Academy with a major in business and minor in robotics.

On Christmas of 1968, William meets Isabella Rodriguez, who he becomes infatuated with

On November 2nd, 1969, William gives birth to his first child, Micheal Afton, with Isabella being the mother. After this, his mother tells him to not marry her, he listens. He begins to claim the baby is not his. This results in a long custody battle which ended in 1972. William would gain full custody of Micheal.

On February 14, 1972, William meets both Henry Emily and his then girlfriend Lauren Jones, he and Lauren get very close and he later marries her when she and Henry break up. He becomes quick best friends with Henry.

On June 11th, 1973, Lauren gives birth to Elizabeth Afton, his second child. After her birth, William slowly withdrew from Micheal, causing him to become confused. About a year later, Henry and his wife Luiya give birth to Charlotte “Charlie” and Samuel “Sammy” Emily.

On August 18th,1975, Lauren gives birth to Evan Garret Afton, his third and final child and second son. He starts becoming more abusive and neglectful towards Micheal.

On September 3rd, 1979, Henry Emily and William open Fredbears family dinner. Combing Henry’s creativity and Williams eye for business. The restaurant becomes a smash hit, especially with its unique spring lock animatronics, which act as both animatronic performers and mascot costumes.

On May 6th, 1982, William would go through a spring lock accident. He would have to have a surgery to get some metal parts out of him. The scars of the accident would remain on him for the rest of his life.

On August 18th, 1983, Evan Afton would be killed in the jaws of the Fredbear animatronic, caused by a prank Michael and his friends pulled. William wouldn’t necessarily mourn his son, as he saw him as a weak crybaby, and his rage toward Micheal was more severe than any sadness he had.

On January 6th, 1984, About a week after it opened,Elizabeth would be killed by Circus Baby, the animatronic designed to kill children. He would feel a slight bit of guilt about it, but he more saw it as a learning opportunity. Charlie Emily would be a witness to this event, and would tell Henry. Circus babies would be closed immediately after.

On July 10th, 1985, Henry and William open Freddy and Friends

On October 31st, 1984, William would Kill Charlie, hoping to silence her, in this event, he would discover remnant, he would use it to experiment on. Henry would be traumatized by this incident, and becomes depressed, making it easier for William to manipulate him.

During the summer of 1985, William would murder five children, one of them being the best friend of his late son and daughter of a employee , Cassidy Guerra. He would frame the event on Employees Jack Kennedy and Dave Miller. They would be arrested the following September.

On September 19th, 1985, Fredbear and Friends, which at this point had been rebranded as Freddy Fazbears Pizza, would close.

On March 10th 1986, Lauren would divorce him, after years of an unfulfilling and abusive relationship. He would skip town after suspicion of him being the real killer would come out, and Jack and Dave’s release. That following night, he would go to Freddy’s to get more remnant, Jack would meet him there and shot him with a pistol. William would use remnant to heal himself, making him immortal

On April 14th, 1993, William would begin working at Freddy Fazbear pizza as a brief night guard until it would open that next month.

On April 17th, William would destroy the beat down animatronics, releasing the sprits. The ghosts would chase him into the back room where they had been murdered several years prior. As a way to hide, and taunt them, William would put on the spring Bonnie suit, laughing hard as he did. Unfortunately for him, the 14 year old suit did not respond well to the heavy movement, not to mention the leaking ceiling. The combination off the movement and water caused the spring locks to go off, killing him instantly.

[toptshirt]

 Christmas gift ideas for mom

Christmas is a magical time of year, and finding the perfect gift for your mom can make the holiday season even more special. With so many options available, it’s essential to consider her tastes and interests when selecting a gift. Here are some Christmas gift ideas for mom that she’s sure to love:

A. Warm and Cozy Gifts

Soft blankets: Help your mom stay warm and cozy during the winter months with a luxurious soft blanket. Choose one made from plush materials like fleece, sherpa, or faux fur to provide maximum comfort.

Scented candles: Scented candles can create a relaxing atmosphere and fill her home with delightful fragrances. Choose a scent that your mom loves or one that evokes cherished memories or experiences.

B. Unique Kitchen Gadgets – Christmas Gift Ideas for Mom For a mom who enjoys spending time in the kitchen, unique kitchen gadgets can make thoughtful and practical Christmas gifts. These items can help her create delicious meals while also simplifying her cooking process.

Air fryers: Air fryers are a popular and healthy alternative to traditional deep frying. Gift your mom an air fryer to help her make crispy, delicious dishes with less oil and fat.

Multi-cookers: A versatile multi-cooker can save your mom time and effort by combining several appliances into one. This handy gadget can be used for slow cooking, pressure cooking, sautéing, and more, making it an excellent addition to her kitchen.

C. Decorative Items – Best Christmas Presents for Mom Decorative items make some of the best Christmas presents for mom, as they can brighten up her living space and reflect her personal style.

Personalized wall art: Custom wall art featuring your mom’s favorite quote, a family photo, or even a beautiful landscape can add a personal touch to her home. Consider her preferred aesthetic when selecting the design and colors.

Customized ornaments: Commemorate the holiday season with a customized ornament that can be hung on the Christmas tree each year. Look for designs that reflect your mom’s interests or celebrate a significant milestone or memory.

D. Tips for Finding the Perfect Christmas Gift To find the perfect Christmas gift for your mom, consider her hobbies, interests, and personal tastes. Make sure the gift is something she will truly appreciate and use. Additionally, remember that the most meaningful gifts come from the heart and are accompanied by love and thoughtfulness.

[suicideandcheese]

Workhorse, Backbone, Anywhere

She goes to bed cradling my arm. "Got the coffee ready, maybe get my lunch?" I get up, caress a couple lines. Shit my head Full of beer, rustle with the cat, feed him why. She said a mouse ate her lunch yesterday. Got in her bag, somehow tore through The plastic zip-loc, took it mostly. Damn, you fat motherlucker. Word, Lover came home starving, poor thing With an order of taxi fries. Demolished this, I mean killed it with small girl fat girl vibes, Appetite. And okay, I ate most the rest. She's a tiny. And I'm her armour. Shiv a guy in the streets for her blindly Kinda guy, that one and lastly. Right, So bust out the plastic containery. In the fridge, it's limited knightery. Chicken sheets, cheese sheets, Everything but the bedsheets, girl. Lil' pepperoni, chopped, like a rapper, Some tiny pickles, too. On the outskirts, Gotta keep the grains dry but moist. Most def, just another sammy, spread The mustard each slice, knived for her Pleasure. Lil cheese, lil breast. Sorry it's not The best. But I'll cook us breakfast tonight. Eggs and maple sausage and seasoned tots. Life is simple and it is limited and I am sorry But we'll get there next Jan. You told me I'm worth it. Moving on, moving in, moving long. Killed myself for a career that ain't on. Pop the lid. Killed myself for you to get it on, girl. You better Get along through college. Long game, baby. Short life. I'll get a job downtown slingin' grease And awe with fryer disease, and my nights will go, Go, gone. I'm only a man, but to man is to bed beside You. You, you make me think what it is to be that Cooks much deeper than it's plated out, plated in to. Reach deep, deeper, within. When I tell you I feel Gone, lost, lostly, limitless and near-death, you Hear me out and let me catch my breath. And I need that. I need it more than ever. I need a girl to womanize me into her man. Play me like a dumbass until I'm goddamn. All the gods be man, this guy, fucker be cursing Hell be to man, and to be damned, and to fuck With it all except the ones giving their damned. Hell of a fucker, not a hero. His lady, though, damn.