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ros3ybabe · 9 months

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Daily Check-in - August 7th, 2023 🎀

So, it's been an emotional last two weeks. Mental illness is never a fun thing. I slipped off from taking my meds and as a result became inconsistent with my goals and daily routines. I felt powerless to myself. I stayed in bed as much as possible, cried constantly, and had no energy for even the simplest of tasks.

But, I'm feeling better, and I even accomplished some of my goals/daily habits today! I managed to begin taking my meds again, and am still in contact with my therapist. I'm bound to have rough days, rough weeks, and even rough months. I just remind myself that it's okay to feel these rough moments for what they are, but to not let it make me spiral or keep me held down. I believe in my ability to care for myself, and listen to my current needs when I am in a depressive state as I have been. There's nothing wrong with low energy days. There's nothing wrong with needing a break. There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself. 🩷

🩷 What I Ate Today:

Breakfast - Was not feeling it today but needed to eat for my medication, so I had three hashbrown patties with some ketchup. And, of course, a cup of coffee.

Lunch - A delicious turkey and cheddar lunchable with one serving of lightly salted cashews. The lighter the lunch, the less tired I am when I get off my lunch break.

Dinner - I ordered some domino's pizza and cheesy bread because I was craving it, only ate 2 slices of both but it was sooo good and now I have leftovers!

Snacks - One cup of coffee after I got off work and a few bites of Ben and Jerry's Half Baked ice cream, which is currently my favorite ice cream.

Water ~ not enough, I made the mistake of forgetting a reusable water bottle when I went to work, so I didn't really start drinking water until like, 10am.

It's not my cleanest, healthiest, or best eating day, but I'm happy that I listened to what I wanted. Not every day will be like this, and that's okay. Moderation and balance are key <3

🩷 Workouts - Pilate Abs

Again, I love this one to start of my ab day! arts easy enough for my little plus sized self to accomplish and makes me feel proud for even attempting thus video and completing a workout!

I also love this one by Madeleine as well, her workout videos honestly just click with me and I am here for it! This one wasn't completed fully as I have a bit of trouble completing plank exercises, but as I continue to build strength and better my form, I know I'll get to a point where they will become easier

🩷 Habits I Accomplished Today -

Made my bed

Morning workout

Morning and Night Skincare

Morning guided journal

For my first day back on routine I'd say this is a win! Being able to complete any of my goals and habits for the day is definitely a good thing, and I'm proud of myself for accomplishing what I have today.

🩷 Song of the Day: Cake - ITZY

SHAKE IT SHAKE SHAKE IT SHAKE BUSS IT UP BUSS IT UP

My girl Yuna did so good in this song, and all of their outfits are cute and the energy is there and they all look so happy and this song makes me want to get up and dance. I may or may not be trying to learn Yuna's lil dance part....it's so satisfying to watch!!

That's all for today! Pretty proud of the way things have gone, and hopeful that tomorrow will also be a nice day for me. It feels good to be posting again!! I missed this <3

Til tomorrow, lovelies!!

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kaiyonohime · 1 year

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I started knitting a cardigan last year. I was going to be steeked, it was with Shetland wool, and I finished all the body except the bottom 2x2, just needed to do the arms, and realized I don’t really like it. For some reason the light blue MC was much thinner than the dark blue I was using for the lice, and it just makes the entire thing look awkward and clumsy.

I spent too much money on the yarn to want to wear something I don’t like. So I’m frogging it and started looking for a different pattern, not a steeked cardigan, and have found some lovely pull overs with just a little colorwork on the yoke. Gorgeous.

I just need to do a gauge swatch to see if my yarn is good, and if it is then I’m just going to do that.

Now when I’ll find the time to knit I don’t know. Baby doesn’t like me drawing my attention away for silly things like knitting and eating. I’m probably going to become a walking knitter, he loves being in the carrier for long walks, and I certainly love to take long walks. So I’ll just be the walking knitter from now on.

This will be tested tomorrow because I need to walk down to the shops. Which may or may not be an excuse to hit up McDonalds so I can try the new samurai burger. It has a hashbrown patty on it! I love me a hashbrown patty burger.

#knitting #when life gives you a WIP you don't like use the yarn and find another

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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24 and your Reggie ship of choice?

Reggie's eyes widened as he took in the buffet before him. It seemed to stretch on for miles, with foods from every region of the globe to sample and delight in. "I don't know what to get first," he lamented.

Luke grinned, slinging his arm over Reggie's shoulder. "I don't think even you and your black hole of a stomach can eat all that dude, but how about we both fill our plates and share as much as we can?"

"Really?" Reggie lit up at that. Luke gave him a bit off smile, then blushed as his stomach rumbled.

"What? I'm hungry too!"

They chuckled and went off to the first table, filling their plates with as many delicacies as they could before ambling back to the table where Alex and Bobby were already sitting.

"Hey boys!" Luke said around a mouthful of toast. "You enjoy the tables last night? Win big?"

Bobby shrugged. "I did alright at blackjack. Alex sucks at poker."

"I was happy with the slots!" Alex protested. "You were the one who dragged me to the table! You know I can't lie for shit!"

"Well I do now," Bobby grumbled before snagging a piece of bacon from Reggie's plate. "What did you two get up to?"

Reggie snatched the bacon back, chomping down on it with satisfaction before spearing a sausage from Luke's plate in exchange for his last piece of bacon. "Mostly people watched. And drank."

"So much drinking," Luke said. "So the night is a little hazy."

"But I'm sure it was fun!" Reggie piped up. "We got to see so much stuff!"

"Vegas is full of weirdos," Luke commented, passing Reggie a piece of cantaloupe from his fruit salad and snagging a corner of his hashbrown patty. "Had a drunk couple ask us to witness their wedding."

"Elvis?" Alex asked.

Reggie scoffed "No, they were lame and wanted the regular old Chapel of Love. Wedding was nice enough, though I give them three months before they annul it."

"Two on the outside," Luke said, then looked at his empty plate, and Reggie's. "Ready for round two?"

Reggie nodded, and the both of them got up, ignoring Alex's warning that they would have stomach aches if they indulged too much. "Vegas baby!" Luke yelled back at him with a shit eating grin, causing Alex to shake his head at them.

"So how long are we gonna wait and see if they remember the rest of their night?" Bobby asked before sipping his mimosa.

Alex glanced up at their friends, the way that Luke and Reggie's fingers brushed against one another, almost entangling, but not quite. "I'm saving it as blackmail," he admitted. "Not every day they witness a wedding, get super drunk afterwards and try to do it themselves. Thank goodness they called us and we stopped it in time."

"How long do you think before they get their heads out of their asses and realize they want to be together and elope for real?" Bobby asked.

"Oh, three months at least. Two on the outside," Alex replied with a smirk, squawking as Bobby tossed a napkin at him. "Way longer than it'll take them to remember the wedding they witnessed was ours."

Bobby grinned and pulled Alex in for a kiss, breaking apart to slip him a piece of toast. Glancing up he saw Luke staring at them, and Bobby winked, nodding his head towards Reggie. Luke gave him a thumbs up, and boldly took Reggie's hand, causing the bassist to grin widely.

Bobby grinned, and offered a hand to Alex. "More bacon Mr. Shaw-Mercer?"

"D'uh Mr. Mercer-Shaw."

And if the next time they all went to Vegas they were celebrating two anniversaries? Well none of them minded. Especially when Luke and Reggie got the Elvis ordained wedding they always wanted.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ruke #peterpatter #hints of bolex #julie and the phantoms

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maningrey0204 · 1 year

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about a month ago, I was tagged by @unlimitedgenderworks in an answering chain meme, and I’m now sitting down to answer those questions. :D

1. Relationship status: taken, ended up confessing to my current s/o earlier this April <3 he’s great! (also, this reminded me that I ought to update my pinned post.)

2. Favourite colour: purple, my username was previously “purpleprose4″ in part because of it. I’m happy to report that I still enjoy lavenders, royal purples, and almost any shade in between very much.

3. Song stuck in my head: none currently, but “I See the Light” (from Tangled) kinda wormed its way into my head earlier this morning. the harmonies in that song really are sublime.

4. Last song I listened to: I’m currently listening to stuff on my On Repeat playlist as I type this out, so for this question that’s “SHOCK” by Ayase (from the anime Buddy Daddies). I would heartily recommend anyone to check out the visuals for that OP, followed by the anime itself.

5. Three favourite foods:

Hashbrowns. particularly when they've been mixed with an egg-flour mixture and then fried, but I enjoy the cubed ones just as much. I can eat that stuff like catnip.

any sort of sweet-Oh Henry's, Pocky, tiramisu, mini doughnuts, mochi, etc. I have a significant sweet tooth.

I've also rediscovered just how good burgers and chicken fingers can be, though I'm picky on how they're made. burgers need to have beeg patties with a decent amount of toppings & condiment(s), and I like my chicken well-breaded (basically from Popeye's).

6. Last thing I Googled: setting aside how I just searched "significant other meaning" (to double-check I was using the term correctly), I looked up "x men days of future past" yesterday. there's a new Marvel comic series that was announced, taking place in that dystopian universe and serving as a sort of prequel to it.

it looks interesting enough that I set it aside as a "if the reviews are good" purchase.

7. Dream trip: I'd love to go to Montreal and/or somewhere in France, to immerse myself in French-related culture and put my language skills to the test. otherwise, Italy and Japan are up there for me too.

honestly, though, I'm not very picky about going on trips. anything observable that's out of my usual norms is automatically very, very fascinating to me. even if I were to stay in a hotel near me and then look around that area, I'd still gain enjoyment out of it.

8. Anything I want: there's way too much stuff that I really want, so I'll answer this one three-fold:

bone conduction headphones

a nice-looking black/gold ita bag

more pins themed around Emiya Alter, for said ita bag (black/gold, preferably bee or wasp themed)

the rules said to tag 10 people, so I'll go ahead and mention some followers/mutuals: @seolarpunk @chikuwashika @silvadraconis @emeraldloser @otaku-tactician @pug-life01 @feathery-dickmuffins @isteppedonice @t-375-150 @iheartvelma

with that said, I'd like to invite anyone else to answer these prompts as well! the only thing I ask is that I be mentioned if you are making a response; I always like reading other peoples' answers :)

#unlimitedgenderworks #ask prompt

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homoromantixx · 1 month

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5, 11, 26?

-🦝

5. Favorite form of Potato

Mcdonalds hashbrowns- or just hashbrown patties in general tbh 🤤🤤🤤 the perfect potato food imo

11. Anything from your childhood you've held onto?

Yes!!! I have my bear (very creatively named Beary) who I've had since I was 4! If y'all wanna see him I can take a pic- he's worn half to death now, but he's very special to me

26. How's your spice tolerance?

My spice tolerance is pretty good I think, actually! I can eat buldak's hot chicken ramen without much trouble, though it doesn't taste very good to me. I love spicy food that makes me feel like a dragon when I breathe 😂

(Also hiiiii lol!!)

#🦴 rambles #🦝 anon #🦴 ask games

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hungry-little-owl · 1 year

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29 Dec: brunch at The Lot

while I was ~home for the holidays~ I had brunch with a friend I hadn't seen since last Christmas, and it was lovely. Also seeing my friend was good too. ;)

this is a vegan breakfast sammich, so it was very money but also very good?? I could not believe the "egg" was not real egg. the not-sausage pattie was a bit on the small size (you can see the edge of it peeking out from under the not-egg square") but the big hashbrown on the bottom was an incredible addition to the sandwich.

the vibes of the restaurant were cool - we were sat in an almost-outdoor area (that's probably more of an outdoor feeling in the summer) with fire pits and outdoor furniture that made it feel like an early spring gathering at your rich friends house.

10/10, would go again and order more mimosas ;)

#brunch #vegan burger #vegan food #plant based #veggie burgers #mimosa #foodie #comfort food #home for the holidays

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chelleztjs18 · 1 year

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Hello you mrs. nutella eater, allergy sufferer, story writer lefty eyebag 😌

Good morning, hope you slept well! How are you?

I just finished eating breakfast. Made a bagel sandwich, that had an egg and hashbrown. What do you usually have for breakfast? Do you like oatmeal?

I think I know what you're talking about. Are they like thicker sprinkles too? I might have seen some tiktok videos of people eating that! It looks good, but I'm weird. I don't think I'd eat it because its sprinkles lol I don't even like sprinkles on donuts.

I like honey wheat. But then I found butter bread, and that's all I like now for sandwiches except when I make subs or reuben sandwiches. But my favorite is french bread, garlic bread, and sweet rolls. I could eat those anytime lol

There's this one restaurant here in Omaha where they serve fresh baked bread before the meal, and the first time I had it, the waitress showed us to have olive oil and parmesan cheese on a plate, then dip the bread..ohmygosh it was amazing. Especially since it was so fresh and hot! But the taste of the bread and oil and parmesan together..it just melted in my mouth. Maybe I'll go there this weekend...🤔🤣😅

Ah I see, so he loves to fish?

When I read the part where you called the fish ugly, I died laughing. Poor fishy lol but I know what you mean though. When I was younger, my grandma would take me with her to the market. And in the Philippines, they have like a fish market and it's open and you can smell all the fishy that they just caught for the day. The smell was so crazy and to see the fish just laying there with the tongue out like a dead person..the eyes looking at you, saying "why did you let them take meee".

Yeah I also can't eat fish with the bones. My bad experience was with sardines. I used to love sardines when I was younger, but then one time, I don't know if I got the wrong brand or something. I made it, started eating it, then felt a piercing on my gums, then something cracked between my teeth. I was surprised, and scared cause I though it was eating my own tooth or something. Then when I spit it out, it was a bone. Blegh.

No, I have not seen a shooting star either. When I go camping I always try to check the sky for it though lol

What do you do when you can't fall asleep?

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello you bread lover little john righty eyebag!

ouh sounds like a good breakfast. wait so u put the hashbrown between the bagel? what kind of bagel u like?

i rarely have breakfast but when i have breakfast i like to have bagel and cream cheese with iced coffee. that's for the quick breakfast but if i have time to sit down and eat, i usually have either sausage patty or ham with over easy egg and bacon. or just oatmeal with raisin, almonds and brown sugar. so yes, i love oatmeal.

yes i think it's a thicker sprinkles. it's different from sprinkles here. i think u will like this sprinkles.

i dont like sprinkles on donut either. what kind of donut u like?

honey wheat and butter bread are good. i love french bread if i dip it with creamy soup. i dont like garlic bread especially if it's too strong. i like garlic only in certain food.

haha yeah maybe u should go there this weekend. then u can take a pict for me if u go. hahah. last time i went to a italian restaurant n they serve their garilc bread with olive oil and some vinagret they even put some italian herbs and u can taste the basil.

basil is one of my favorite herbs. have i asked u what's ur favorite herbs? i think i did. lol.

yes, he likes to fish.

hahaha yeees some market in indonesia are like that too. i really dont like it when my mom took me there. it grossed me out. the floor were wet and the market smell from the fish and meat. n i remember all the fish were lined up. they all looked ugly. n the life chickens n stuff. i feel like the air there is not safe to breath. hahaha. n what concerned me the most is the wet ground. some puddle probably from the seller rinse their stall. i dont know, only god knows. it stressed me out when i got splashed even just a tiny drop from whatever water whereever it comes from.

also i'm glad u died laughing when u read my comment about the ugly fish n i'm glad that u revived. lol. i laughed when u mentioned about the fish tongue. ahahhah. It makes me think something like this:

yeah we experienced kinda similar things with fish bones. hahahahaha. n it's scary for me.

u like to go camping? i don't. i had bad experience in camping when i was in girlscout.

when i can't sleep, i will write or browse the internet like instagram or tiktok or just try to sleep, tossing n turn. either way i end up got headache n i will take tylenol n fell asleep. what about u?

next question?

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

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aggravatetheaxe · 3 years

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BO SINCLAIR X READER - Waffle House Pt. 1

You're a server at the south's greatest and best-loved institution: Waffle House. The graveyard shift can be tough, but you can usually find ways to entertain yourself. Turns out tonight's entertainment is named Bo, and he wants to know if you're on the menu.

I wrote this especially for my friend Zin! This title is SAFE FOR WORK. Pt. 2 is NSFW (and in Bo's POV!)

Soundtrack: Diner Ambience ; Rain ; Faint Hard Rock

Words: 3,269

Part 2

Part 3

Masterlist

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READER POV

It was raining when he came in, a light rain that tapped on the windows and made you want to leave your shift at Waffle House early to crawl into your warm bed. He was just some guy—average, white, brown hair, blue eyes. And yet you felt compelled to watch him as he tapped his dripping boots against the door and shook out his hat.

Wow.

You were new to the overnight shift. It was mostly truckers coming up and down the interstate, guys who just wanted to tuck into a warm meal and leave. They tipped well, too, so you didn't mind. It wasn't like your sleep schedule wasn't fucked anyway. May as well make some money while you were up all night.

This was the first time you'd had a physical reaction to any guy who'd walked in. You completely forgot about the orange juice you were in the process of putting away. You could feel your heart race as he gazed around the restaurant, and when his eyes found yours and he flashed you that grin?

Wow.

He took a seat at the breakfast bar, right in front of you, like he could sense your pulse quickening. "Evenin'."

Right, you were supposed to greet him. "Hi, there. Can I getcha some coffee?"

"That'd be real welcome, [miss / sir]." His crow's feet wrinkled, and he set his hat aside on the counter. His twang sounded so good mixing with the classic rock pouring from the speakers that you had to bite your lip to keep from sighing. "Sure is comin' down out there."

"Yeah," you agreed with a breathless laugh. God, did you sound stupid? You turned quickly, retrieving a mug and the fresh pot you'd just finished brewing. "How do you like it?"

"If you bring me the fixin's, I'll do it up," he said easily. When you turned and handed him the mug, his eyes found your chest, staring at your name tag for an extended moment. Then, his gaze crawled to yours. "Y/N."

Your face was so hot you wondered if he could see you blushing. Rather than say anything stupid, you practically shoved ramekins of creams and sugars at him, then mumbled some excuse or another before disappearing into the kitchen.

Pressed against the wall, you took a few deep breaths. You saw a hundred men every shift, some of them quite handsome, and yet this guy was standing out to you. Why, you had no idea, but you had a table of college kids to wait on and three other people at the counter ... you couldn't be fixated on this one person.

The cook glanced up at you, then did a double take, frowning. "You okay? Look like you're about to pass out."

Worried your Average Man had heard him, you cleared your throat and announced, "I was just getting some straws," before grabbing a handful and exiting.

You shoved the straws in your apron, trying to avoid eye contact with the man ... but as you poured refills and took orders, you found it hard not to glance over at him. He was just sitting, enjoying his coffee, but every so often, you could feel him watching you from the corner of his eye.

You knew you couldn't put off talking to him for long. You had to take his order, after all, and he'd been patient. As you walked back to him, he looked up, smiling brightly. "Welcome back."

"Thanks." Why were you thanking him? Jesus Christ, you sounded like an idiot. "Ready to order?"

He laughed a little, carding a hand through his slightly damp curls. "Once you give me a menu, darlin', I reckon I won't be long."

"Oh, sh— shoot." You scrambled to grab him a menu, slapping it down in front of him. "Sorry. It's been a long night."

"No worries." As he flipped the menu open, he nodded to his coffee cup. "Can I get some more a that, sweetpea?"

"Of course." Man, you were really fucking up this serving thing tonight.

By the time you'd grabbed the pot and refilled him, he'd set the menu down and was ready with two white packets between his fingers. He tore them both open in one motion, then looked at you, smirking. "Extra sugar. Don't tell."

Shit, you can have all the sugar you want. But your mouth was not half as dirty as your mind, and so you just smiled back, trying so hard to keep from giggling. "So, what'll it be?"

"I'll get the, uh ... Texas bacon patty melt with hashbrowns."

"Sure. How you want those hashbrowns?"

"Just plain. Actually, make 'em smothered. Oh, an' a side of biscuits 'n' gravy, please."

"You got it." You jotted the order down quickly and passed it through the kitchen window, readying yourself to move on to the next customer for your own sanity.

But it was the man's voice that drew you back to the counter: "Hey..."

You turned. He was about to ask you a question, you could tell from the tone of his voice. "What's up?"

"I'm not really from around here." His smile was friendly enough, but his shocking blue eyes seemed almost calculating. "S'pretty late, an' I don't feel like sleepin' in the truck again. You know any good motels 'round here?"

It didn't even occur to you in the moment that he could be flirting. "Well, there's a Motel 6 not far from here ... a Red Roof a few miles down the interstate. Those'll probably be your best options in terms of good quality."

His expression shifted a bit, but then his smile widened, crow's feet wrinkling again. "All right. Thanks, sugar."

Sugar. You weren't new to being called that—you lived in the south, after all—but something about the way he said it...

You tried to get him off your mind the rest of the night, but it was kind of difficult. Even after he'd finished his food, he lingered, draining coffees and flipping through a newspaper someone had left on the stool next to him. He got up to go to the restroom a couple times, but besides that, he stayed planted right in front of you, where it was impossible to ignore him.

It was an hour and thirty minutes later that your shift ended. You gathered your things, and as you headed toward the door, you weren't surprised to find him still there.

For some reason, only then did his lingering presence give you pause. Why was he hanging around a Waffle House at 3 a.m., anyway? He'd said he wasn't from around here ... had he gotten kicked out or something? Chosen a direction on the interstate and just started going?

Poor guy. You bit your lip, going back and forth with yourself for a few moments before your pity won out. "Hey, sir."

He looked over his shoulder, forehead wrinkling.

"Um, you take care. Lindsey'll ring you up whenever you're ready."

He cracked a smile and waved. "Take care, darlin'."

You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered at those words.

The sky was just beginning to turn the color of dusk, but it was still raining as you exited the restaurant and headed to your car. Your keys jingled as you wrestled them out of the pocket of your jacket. It took you a moment to find the keyhole in the driver's side door, squinting through the rain like you were.

The inside of the car was blissfully dry, and as you slammed the door and blocked out the pounding rain, you closed your eyes and pushed out a long breath. It was time to go home—have some dinner of your own, maybe some tea, then collapse in bed.

That thought finally moved you to put the key in the ignition and turn.

And turn.

...And turn.

Well, you were the only one turning, because the engine certainly fucking wasn't.

Dread crawled up your spine and gripped the back of your neck. What? How could something like this happen? You'd just paid through the nose for a ton of repairs and an inspection. How could your engine just...

Anxiety floated you as you climbed out of the car, braving the rain to look under the hood. But hell, you barely knew which one was the engine, let alone how to fix it if it was broken. Your hands shook as you fumbled for the hood prop, heat climbing your face and stinging your eyes. How were you gonna get this fixed? How would you even afford it? Below minimum wage and tips from truckers wasn't going to cut it.

You turned, leaning against the side of the car and taking your cellphone from your other pocket. The tears finally fell once you realized that you didn't have anyone to call. You slammed the hood of the car and covered your face.

"Hey."

The voice, raised over the downpour, made you jump. You'd been standing in the rain for a few minutes, sobbing your eyes out, and you were completely soaked through. The rain and the heat of your tears fogged your glasses so bad, you couldn't see who was there no matter how you squinted.

"Hey," he said again, much closer now. You recognized the twang.

Quickly, you grabbed your glasses off, wiping them against your shirt before replacing them. You could see the Average Man much more clearly now, watching you but keeping his distance.

"Hi," you managed, sniffling hard.

His face fell. In a few seconds, he was beside you, offering you a hanky from his back pocket. With a little mumble of thanks, you wiped your face and blew your nose. The hanky smelled like motor oil and musk. He was close enough for you to smell him, too, feel the heat coming off his body.

For some reason, that made you cry harder.

He clicked his tongue above you. "Why you cryin', darlin'? It's pourin' out; you're gonna get soaked."

"My ... my car," you managed, gesturing helplessly.

"Oh? Somethin' wrong with your car?"

"Yeah. And I don't know jack shit except the model and year." You vented your frustration in a hard exhale, wringing his hanky. "I just got it inspected, too."

The man paused for a moment. "Well, hey, I'm a mechanic. I could take a look if ya like."

You raised your head, wiping your glasses again. "I— no, it's fine. It's raining out, you don't have to..."

"I don't mind," he said dismissively, opening the hood with one hand and propping it up. "Pretty thing like you shouldn't cry like that."

Again, you found yourself staring at him. This man definitely gave off an ... energy, calling you pretty while fixing your car. For a stranger, he was certainly taking control of a situation he hadn't even been aware of a minute ago. You'd been well aware he was attractive and compelling, but this was a whole new level. You were so taken off guard you couldn't think of a response.

"Go ahead and climb in front," the man said, waving you that way. "Try 'n' start it when I knock on the window."

"Okay." You slid into the front seat again, waiting for his command. He knocked once, and you turned the key.

No luck. You hesitated before knocking back.

Another knock. No luck. After the third, he rapped on the driver's side window instead, and you opened the door for him.

He was soaked. His clothes were drenched to his skin, his hair curling wildly around his ears and forehead. "No luck, darlin'. Think your engine's shot."

You felt your face crumple, any hope you'd had now crushed. It was four-something in the morning. Where were you going to get a ride home let alone a tow truck? And then how were you going to pay for it all?

"You gonna be okay?"

His words shook you out of your reverie. Your chest felt cold and numb ... the beginnings of a panic attack starting to take hold. "I just ... I don't know what I'm gonna..." You clenched your hands, freezing and trembling, and inhaled shakily.

"Listen," he said after a few moments, glancing up at the sky. "It's real shitty out, if you'll pardon my French, an' I don't feel right leavin' you all alone out here..." He sighed, almost grimacing. "You want a ride? I can getcha home, you can rest an' make your phone calls in the mornin'."

Getting into a stranger's car ... it was the most stereotypical thing in the world, but you didn't see any way you could turn down the offer. He seemed nice enough, and if it came down to it, you could run if not defend yourself...

At this point, you'd risk anything to be somewhere warm and cozy instead of in this stupid, freezing parking lot.

"I don't want to ... inconvenience you," you said weakly.

"It's no bother." His smile tightened a bit. "I'd rather you say yes or no so I can get out of this downpour."

You slipped out of your car, shutting and locking it behind you. Hopefully it would be alright for the night. "As long as you don't mind, mister."

The man simply smirked in response, slamming your hood and heading for his truck. It was a beat-up Chevy in dire need of a paint job, but it was running, which was more than you could say for your own vehicle. He opened the passenger side door, then shut it behind you, hurrying himself out of the rain. The pickup's vintage interior smelled faintly of cigarettes as you slid into place, buckling in.

He swore softly as he climbed in beside you and started the truck. Heat blasted through the air vents, and you relaxed a little. It smelled musty and old in here, but the engine sounded good, and whatever problems there were were easily smoothed over by the handsome company and the rock droning from the radio.

"Name's Bo, by the way." He spared you a smile as he backed out of his parking space. "Only fair you know mine since I know yours." When you balked, he laughed. "Your name tag, remember?"

"Oh. Right. Duh."

The man—Bo—took it in stride. "You must be beat as hell, shift like that. Betcha can't wait to get home and curl up in bed."

"Yeah," you replied, giggling awkwardly.

Bo smiled. God, he was so pretty. "Don't blame ya. I'm dog tired myself. Do just about anything for a drink and a soft bed right now." A chuckle. "Guess I'll just have to settle for a beer and a motel mattress."

Again, you giggled awkwardly.

On the other hand, he wasn't awkward at all. In fact, he seemed perfectly comfortable carrying the conversation, as if he'd gotten the script before you and rehearsed his lines a thousand times. "So where'm I headed?"

"Oh, uh, take the next exit..."

You continued to navigate for him, but you were working from memory, your eyes barely on the road. You couldn't help but watch his hands as he maneuvered the truck. They looked strong and warm, with fine hairs near his wrist, and on his right hand, a signet ring glistened in the low light. When he stroked and squeezed the steering wheel, his muscles and skin shifted beautifully over his knuckles.

You kinda wished you were that steering wheel.

Eventually, the truck pulled up to your apartment building, engine purring as it idled. "This the one?"

"Yeah." You clutched your things closer and smiled over at Bo. "Thank you for this. Really, I don't know what..."

You'd been about to say I don't know what I can do to repay you, but the state he was in, it wasn't hard to guess what he needed. Not only was he drenched, but he looked half-dead with exhaustion despite that easy smile of his.

Even as you opened your mouth, you knew this was a crazy idea.

"Do you ... want to come in for a minute? I can at least get you a towel, um, and maybe some cash for taking you out of your way."

Bo paused. He had an expressive face—you could see him weighing his options. "What the hell," he sighed, giving a tight white-guy smile before cutting the engine. "Sure."

Your heart leapt. You had half expected him to turn you down out of politeness, but you supposed you had inconvenienced him. Excitement mixed with terror at the thought of having this man—a stranger—in your apartment. Alone with you.

But it was a little too late to back out now. You slipped out of the truck and led him quickly up the front steps, then the interior stairs to your apartment. As always, your building smelled like Second Floor's cats and First Floor's cheap weed. Bo only stood behind you, hat in his hand, nice and polite as he waited for you to unlock your door.

"Home sweet home," you said, laughing awkwardly as you stepped in.

Bo gave a cursory glance around the place but didn't seem to feel one way or the other about your decor, simply smiling at you. He sure did know how to make people feel at ease. This almost didn't feel like an insanely stupid idea.

"Make yourself at home. I'll go get a towel. Um, and I can get you a drink. What do you like?"

"I'm not fussy, but I'll take whiskey if you have it."

Your place was so small, you were able to carry on the conversation while you hurried to the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel from the cabinet. "I think one of my friends left some behind the last time she was over. Wild Turkey? It's bourbon?"

"That'll do." When you brought him the towel, he gave you one of those dazzling grins in return. "Much obliged, darlin'."

God, you just wanted to stand there and take him in while he toweled himself off, but you forced yourself not to, instead going into the small kitchen and fetching the whiskey. You weren't much of a drinker yourself, but you'd seen your friends drink plenty, so you poured a couple fingers in a wide glass and brought it out. He had already made himself quite comfortable on your couch, leaned back, legs spread, arm across the back of it.

"I hope it's not irresponsible of me to give you a drink when you're gonna be driving," you said as you handed him the whiskey.

He chuckled. "Don't you worry about me. I've pro'lly driven worse off a thousand times." He threw it back in one go, and you watched his slightly stubbly throat bob as he swallowed smoothly. He practically moaned, "That's it," before wiping his mouth. Looking you up and down, "None for you, sugar?"

It took you a moment to find your voice. "I don't really drink much. Tastes like paint thinner to me."

That drew a laugh from him. "Sacrilege." Then a hum. "You don't have to stand there, y'know. It is your house."

Sitting next to him would mean his arm was practically wrapped around your shoulder. An edge of wariness was beginning to press against your thundering heart. This was such a terrible idea, for so many different reasons.

You approached slowly, lingering before him. The way he looked up at you through his lashes, body sunk into your couch, nearly made your mouth water. He lifted his glass slightly. "Think I'm good for one more ... if ya don't mind."

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Part 2

Masterlist

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #house of wax 2005 #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher imagine #bo sinclair imagine #written

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freehismindatnite · 3 years

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Star Wars Modern AU headcannons ft. Single Dad Anakin pt 2

I managed to get brain rot from my own au lmao

Anyways this focuses more on the adults bc I've been thinking

Asajj was on Beat Bobby Flay once

She lost but people are coming to her restaurant more because they think it was rigged

So btw thranto is canon in this universe because I said so tee hee

Anyways Eli eventually leaves his accountant job and starts a restaurant called Cantina Tex-Mex because this is Texas, Eli Vanto is not portrayed as white so I made him Chilean and Mexican. ALSO tex mex is very good if done right.

He has an unreasonable amount of teenagers there on Fridays

He gave them a discount bc Asajj told (read: threatened) him to

Anyways Thrawn also makes specifically 2 gallons of Puerto Rican Chocolate Caliente (hot chocolate) every friday because he wants to watch the world burn

Literally every teen and tween loves that hot chocolate but he just makes 2 gallons then watches the mad scramble

Asajj makes a diner food and Romanian food mix

It's really good for date nights and the Skywalkers (plus Rex, Ahsoka,Barriss, and Obi-wan) to eat at for family dinners if something special happens

It's cool as hell she makes like Sarmale burgers so she has the patty be 2 actual Sarmale. Which is minced pork, spices, onions, and rice rolled in sour cabbage leaves and served with her hashbrowns potatos.

She serves Pepsi because she is a sadist

Ahsoka is a comedian as I have said before

Her content is all written by herself no ghost writers

She has had 2 Netflix specials so far

One of her jokes is about how her and Thrawn became enemies

Dr. Barriss and Eli are good friends so haha rivalry but your spouse will smack your dumbass for it.

They don't hit their spouses btw they just roll their eyes and pack up their crochet stuff.

Barriss and Eli met in middle school when other kids were being assholes to Barriss. Anyways they were friends ever since.

Maul, Savage, and Mother Talzin come visit one day

It's hilarious

No one really likes Maul

People think Savage is v nice

Mother Talzin is this 6 foot lady she terrifies the town minus the Skywalker twins and Los tres caballeros (Ahsoka, Anakin, and Obi-wan)

Anakin is a force of nature

He's an idiot with a clone of him

No like Leia is literally very much like him

Luke looks like him but other than that he's just Padme

Leia has done several things her father did

Everyone found it hilarious

Till she tried to jump off the roof to fly when she was 10

Poor baby had a big scar

Luke is also a fucking idiot I'd like to remind you, he has a insufferable martyr complex

Seriously Ahsoka, Barriss, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Luke were playing Bedwars once and Anakin and Luke kept throwing themselves onto the fray

Annoying as hell sometimes

Anakin literally just told Ahsoka that doing drugs was cringe once so she just didn't

Anakin did though Obi-wan lectured him on why drugs are bad and it went in one ear and out the other

And by drugs I mean weed

Because it's my fake USA so I will make it how I want it

Weed is legal now fuck you

Anakin just calls things cringe then leaves

Like he told Palpatine he was cringe once

I dont think Palpatine ever recovered

Also Palpatine is homophobic

Lol he lives in gay people texas

Shaak Ti my beloved

Aayla and Bly are the peak of cool aunt and uncle

They are the aunt and uncle who take you to rated r movies when your 13

Anyways that's it I just needed to get that out of my system

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delusion-of-negation · 2 years

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Congrats mcdonalds breakfasts are so good the sausage patties which are ostensibly just differently spiced burgers are so much better than their burgers I don't understand why they don't just replace the burgers with the sausage. Over here in Hawaii they do rice platters so I'll get rice 3 eggs 3 sausage patties and a hashbrown and I'll be happy and satisfied till dinner. I hate that they stopped doing 24 hour breakfasts here so much

mcdonald's really needs to do 24hr breakfast for real, they're so much better than the other stuff. wish they did rice here omg I love rice.

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heliosthegriffin · 3 years

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Himbo Dad AU; Breakfast

Achilles opens the door to his house, and then walks into the kitchen his father cooking at the stove, Heracles eating from his dog bowl, loaded full of sausages, bacon, pancakes, hash browns, and eggs, the dogs face covered in grease, Achilles could tell the dog was probably on his second or third bowl though, he’d probably need to eat one more before his food coma could start.

Achilles sat at the large table in kitchen and greeted his father with sleepy yawn. “Mornin, dad.”

Jaune looks over his shoulder at his son, his hands never leaving the stove in front of him as he was cooking enough food for a feast, and greeted his son back in a warm, fatherly tone. “Morning, sleepy one, did you stay up all night at your aunt Saphrons? Or did you get some sleep?”

Achilles blushed a little. “I got some sleep…”

Jaune rose a well-groomed eyebrow. “A little? So, you don’t need to take a nap when you go upstairs? Cause, after breakfast, I’m going on a 100k, and could always use a strolling buddy, if your up for it~”

Achilles paled. “Uh, uh, no thanks dad, I might have stayed up all night with Adrian.”

Jaune sighed and shook his head. “It’s bad for growing boys to stay up all night, but it’s the weekend. Just make sure your ready for school tomorrow.”

“Ugh, school. Why can’t I just go to Sanctum like Adrian yet?”

“You’re only ten, value your childhood while you can.”

Achilles whispers “Yeah, like you haven’t told me all that hundred times.”

Jaune turned his head at Achilles his eyes narrowed. “Hmm, what was that? Sound like back sass, and back sass sounds like another 100-kilometer run, mister. If you really want to give up your childhood and go to Sanctum, you’ll have to start doing those runs every day.”

His son’s tanned skin turned pale at the statement. “Uh, no sir! Sorry, sir! Please don’t make me run with you, it’s like trying to keep up with speeding bullhead!”

Crossing the kitchen with a couple of long steps, and ruffle his son’s hair and puts several plates in front of him. “I’m just playing Killies, I would never make you do something that you don’t want to do, but, I’m just not ready for my little boy to grow up on me. So, please, just stay a little boy for a little while longer? For me?” Jaune says kissing his son on top of the head.

Achilles bats away his dad with a blush, and mumbles out. “Fine… Just long as you train me like you are Adrian, please and thank you.”

Jaune lets out a beaming smile. “It’ll be my pleasure, my little warrior. Now eat up, and get some rest.”

Achilles looks at his plate full of food, with cooked bacon, crispy hashbrowns with cheese and onions, pancakes decorated with his crest of a spear breaking two arcs, with spear being made of strawberries and whipped cream and the arcs honey, scrambled eggs dusted with salt, pepper, and local spices, and then a tray loaded with fruit. Served alongside a glass of tea and orange juice.

Achilles found he didn’t need much convincing to eat up, giving a rushed thank you, and with no thoughts on why his father had made more than ten times the normal amount of food for himself, Achilles, and Heracles.

The boy didn’t notice as several newcomers entered the kitchen, with almost all of them taking a seat around the table, with one going up behind Jaune, having to stand on their tip of their toes, before slipping their arms around his neck, leaning their chest into his back, and laying their head on his shoulders.

“Mornin Handsome~,” Robyn said into his ear.

Jaune shivered slightly at the feeling of her breath on his neck. “Hey there, beautiful, not that I don’t appreciate what your doing, but let’s keep the PDA to a minimum, Achilles is back and I don’t want to give him any trauma today.”

“Oh, is that so? No wonder you had us screaming like little banshee’s last night.”

“First off, don’t make it weird, second off, I have my room sound and vibration proof. Third, I’m making you breakfast, you don’t have to seduce me, you’ve already won.”

“Maybe, I just miss your touch.”

Jaune rolled his eyes and with an impossible to follow speed, he had Robyn cradled in one arm while still cooking.

He gave her a little peck on the nose, causing a blush to run across her tan skin. “There, that make you feel any better?”

Robyn had nothing to say, and merely blushing deeper.

Jaune returned back to cooking, one arm full of a blushing mess.

Achilles finally took a break from inhaling his breakfast to see his table no longer empty, but full of his… He didn’t know what to call them really, first to his left playing his hair was Ms. Fiona who used to watch him when he was little, but still hung out with his dad a lot. He didn’t mind her playing with hair though it felt nice. “I’d envy hair this nice if it didn’t tangle so badly,” He thought he heard her mumble. It was weird seeing her wear dad’s shirts though.

To his right was Ms. Schnee, she liked to do business with dad sometimes, something about hunting for the Argus Military based. But, it always bugged him that an Atlas General liked to a sleepover with dad, besides why did the general deal with contracts for Argus Military base, when she could have people there, do it? When he asked, she just said it was important for Generals to maintain connections with independent powers. Then gave him some lien to go buy a video game or something. Why she wore dad’s pajamas was beyond him.

The rest of the table was filled with Ms. Schnee’s friends? And Ms. Fiona’s friends, and oddly enough Ms. Nikos, their next-door neighbor… Actually, it’s not that weird, she practically lived over here.

Why they were wearing more of dad’s clothes than dad was wearing, he was only wearing a apron and a pair of shorts, was a mystery for another day.

The table seemed to notice him and gave him a series of hellos and good morning, he greeted them back, and got back to eating before they started asking about his grades and stuff. His social-studies weren’t great. He’d have to call Aunt Weiss or Blake for some help, Aunt Weiss would understand, plus she loved to spoil him. He knew Aunt Blake loved him, but deep down he was sure that she held a grudge for he bit her ears as a baby.

The sliding of plates across the table got everyone’s attention, a personalized plate for each seat at the table, along with bowls full of rolls, scones, and biscuits, baskets of bacon, sausage, and ham, and various pastries on plates.

Jaune put down Robyn into a chair, appreciating how his shirt looked on her, and took in the rest of the table with a pleased expression, really liking how his girls were looking wearing his clothes.

With a clap, he got everyone’s attention. “First, off enjoy. Second off, don’t show weakness Heracles will steal your food. Third, if it goes into the air or floor, it’s Heracles. Fourth, if you have leftovers, put them in Heracles doggy dish, he will love you forever. We, good? Alright, everybody dig in!”

A wave of giggles took over the table, before the sound of forks and spoons clinking over took the giggles.

Robyn looked at her plate hungrily, it full of roasted, seasoned tomatoes, a personal favorite of hers, large slices of ham and turkey, eggs sunnyside up, several slices of toast coated in butter and jam, a couple slices of bacon, mushrooms, baked apple slices, and to top it off a large glass of ice coffee.

Robyn gave Jaune a saucy glance, “I’d kiss you, if you hadn’t bruised my lips last night, by the way, are you trying to make me fall for you? It’s working~.” Robyn said before digging in.

Jaune gave a playful roll of the eyes. “I don’t need to try for something I already have.”

Next to Robyn, May sat in Jaune’s white undershirt, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders to cover what the shirt barely covered with how loose it was on her. She groaned at her leader, but quickly resumed eating her breakfast of an omelette stacked full of ham, sausage, cheese, diced onions, and bacon on a bed of cooked hash browns, with a stack of pancakes on the side, with a ice vanilla latte on the side.

In-between Fiona and May, sat snuggly Joanna the only one besides Elm who could wear Jaune’s clothing without looking entirely ridiculous, but even then the flannel shirt was a size or two too big and she had to wear an undershirt underneath. She looked slightly amused at May’s annoyance and her leaders bad flirtation.

Her breakfast could be described as meat, all the meat and eggs she could have. Bacon? Check. Eggs? Scrambled, sunnyside up, omelet, and poached on toast. Ham? Yes. Turkey? An entire leg. Sausage? Links, patties, and summer sausage. Chicken? She had them on biscuits. Steak? With the eggs of course. Finally she had some Lox and other seafood, with a side of biscuits, various cheeses, jams, and a large strawberry protein shake and glass of water.

Fiona sitting next to Achilles wore little more than Jaune’s white long sleeve sweatshirt, not that she needed anymore as she wore it more like a dress from how big it was. She had given up on getting all of Achilles knots out of his hair, she had talked with Saphron and Terra before on how hard it was to get him to take care of his hair, she dreaded when Yang found out he started growing his hair out like her, but refused to take care of it properly. Anyway she was trying to get her lover’s son to open up to her a bit more.

Achilles was too consumed by eating to notice. Fiona let out a sigh and went to work on eat breakfast, Jaune was good to her, too good in fact and sometimes loaded up her plate more than she could eat, but she supposed growing up around seven sisters and then hanging out with huntress gave him a skewed view on how much she wanted to eat.

The plate was full of cooked mushrooms, baked tomatoes, a omelett full of leafy greens, onions, and vegetables, biscuits, muffins, pancakes, a yogurt parfait mixed with banana, nuts and strawberries, some scrambled eggs, sausage patties, and finally a large breakfast tea to finish it off. She had her work cut out for herself, but Jaune’s food was bar none the best in Argus.

Achilles was half way through his plate.

Winter scrolled across her Scroll, making sure her schedule was clear today… for reasons. She smiled when she saw that the day was clear along with tomorrow and most of the week, she pulled her, formerly Jaune’s pajama’s tight, and looked with a smile at her plate. She would never regret loaning Klein to Jaune so the man could learn the butler’s ways.

On her plate was a large waffle cover in chocolate custard with strawberries forming a heart in the center, her cheeks blushing slightly, Jaune always insisted she get all the love she was denied as a child. Also on the plate was sausage links, orange slices, blueberry muffins, some donuts, sliced ham, crackers, cheese, and some turkey. To drink was a simple black coffee.

To Winter’s immediate right was Harriet digging into her food, dressed only in a large red sweatshirt to cover herself. Her breakfast consists of toast, cheesy scrambled eggs, apple cinnamon oatmeal, berry smoothie, a couple bagels with cottage cheese, and some ham. A glass of water to the side. She was really hungry after all the, exercise she got last night. So conscious thoughts were a bit away.

Elm was the only one who was actually close to Jaune in size, but since he hit his second growth spurt he was almost a head taller than her, with even broader shoulders! That said while his clothes hung loosely on her, it wasn’t nearly as bad as say on Fiona. Elm wore a simple robe and undershirt with boxers on underneath. She wasn’t much of a morning person, but she managed through simple questions when asked.

Her breakfast was similar to Joanna’s, only even larger. With an omelet loaded to bursting with steak, and an ever larger caffeine chocolate protein shake, an entire plate with hashbrowns full of meat and cheese and the occasional onion.

Next to Elm was the last lady of the table, Thetis Nikos, mother to late Pyrrha Nikos. She wore Jaune’s robe and a black t-shirt. Her breakfast was a parfait loaded with fruit and nuts, a stack of pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs, a muffin and a cup of coffee.

Finally Jaune had his own plate… Platter, he had a platter, full of every meat he had all sizzling, crispy and delicious, all the eggs, all of them! A waffles, pancakes, oatmeal, muffins, protein shakes and smoothies, sausage and toast, his plate full was nearing total collapses.

Breakfast went on for a while, everyone scraffing down as much as them could, Joanna, Elm, Jaune, Achilles, and Thetis going for second, eventually it was all gone with what little scraps being given to Heracles.

“You spoil us, you know?” Elm called out to Jaune, holding her full belly.

“Yeah, you don’t have to cook for us everytime we swing by. I'm down for going out for breakfast, I just don’t understand how you have the energy, when,” She wiggles her eyebrows at Jaune. “You do the most exercise around here.”

A series of groans emerged around the table. Achilles could only nod, his dad did work out a lot.

Winter coughed at that, and then spoke. “I concur with that statement, I feel the time could be used more, pleasantly.” A blush rose on her face. “If I ordered catering, you wouldn’t have to rise two hours early to make breakfast for everyone.” She then said under her breath. “And then you wouldn’t have to leave the bed so early.”

May smirked at her from across the table. “You just don’t wanna lose your big spoon? Do you princess bed hog?’ Her smirk growing deeper at Winter’s atomic blush.

“Alright, alright, I get it, but I like cooking for everybody,” Jaune said a pearly smile, making the women at the table go weak in the knees. “Anyway, I have get up early anyway, to improve myself, and keep my body top of the line.” The weakness came back in full force for the women, remembering the taste they got last night of how top of the line his body was.

“Now, who’s up for a 100k run!” Jaune asks.

Only for all of them to groan, as they felt the soreness across their bodies from last night.

“Fine, I guess you girls got plenty of exercise last night.” Jaune said with a smirk.

Achilles didn’t get why the women around his dad were so weird, but it didn’t matter to him that much, they were in a way family to him, sure they weren’t always around, but when they were he enjoyed it, and all of them united in their shared fear of his father’s insane physical routine.

#Jaune is a himbo #Himbo dad #Achilles Arc

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doggirlhen · 2 years

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Best breakfast food

genuinely hard to answer bc i fucking love breakfast but i like a good breakfast burger. hashbrowns n eggs n bacon on a burger. theres a few places thatll grind up special patties with part breakfast sasauge in there and its so so good.

#ask me shit #turbomarisa

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jawllines · 3 years

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What’s your favorite breakfast food? Mine would be hash browns. It doesn’t matter if it’s shredded diced or patty form I will eat them all-🌼

I LOVE HASHBROWNS!! I THINK MY FAVORITE FAVORITE BREAKFAST FOOD ARE WAFFLES BUT ALSO MAYBE FRENCH TOAST!! I DO LOVE ME A GOOD BREAKFAST SANDWICH TO LIKE EGG AND CHEESE

#Anonymous

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edgypasta-headcanons · 4 years

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What are the creepypastas favorite foods including the slender bros please. Sorry if it's to much.

[I should really start including the Slender Bros but sometimes it’s hard to think of some headcanons for them in some asks. But I’ll try to add more to them in the future!]

Jeff The Killer: At one point in his life, Jeff lived off of Hot Cheetos and Mountain Dew. But he has always loved Cajun food. He always loved the kick.

Ben Drowned: Ben has always loved pizza. Authentic or not, he’ll eat it as long it has a lot of cheese.

Eyeless Jack: Besides his love for human organs, he loves Lengua(Cow tongue). A few times he’s cooked it not in the normal fashion, but the way his dad used to make it in red sauce and bell peppers. He’s cooked it for the mansion a couple of times, laughed evilly once everyone found out it was cow tongue and continued to eat his serving.

Masky: Homeboy really loves Mexican food. But it has to be the authentic food, no Taco Bell, Chipotle, or Del Taco. It has to be legit Mexican food or he’ll get the runs.

Hoodie: Hamburgers. he doesn’t care from were as long they don’t get him sick, they’re dry as hockey pucks and have no flavor. He likes juicy and flavorful patties.

Ticci Toby: Breakfast foods. Waffles, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, etc. He doesn’t know what makes breakfast food taste so good but he’d eat it all day, every day.

Jane The Killer: Greek food. As expensive and weird as it sounds, she likes the different food combinations they have.

Clockwork: Barbecue.

Slenderman: Souls of the innocent He actually likes French food

BONUS

Dr. Smiley: Tripas de Leche. A delicacy that he loves eating but they’re hard to find at grocery stores now.

Jason The Toymaker: Korean food.

The Puppeteer: Pasta.

Nina The Killer: Japanese take out.

Trenderman: French food.

Splendorman: Mexican food and mac and cheese.

Dracul (Satine): Human blood and fruit smoothies

Her (Darkelle): Besides human flesh, she loves Dim Sum and Japanese food.

Ghost In The Trees (Misty): It’s unknown if she eats humans like her uncles and father, but she loves spicy food.

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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940

it’s a day before my internship starts and a day before my life gets eaten up once again so disclaimer!!!!! expect quite the shit-ton of surveys today (plus i haven’t been doing a lot of these lately and i miss surveys, so that too)

potato-themed asks

Has anyone ever accused you of being a couch potato? No. I never want to be one or be referred to as one anyway, so my workaholic ass is always looking for active steps to do things that would keep me busy.

Did you used to play with Mr. (or Mrs.) Potato Head, growing up? No but I always wanted one of my own when I was a kid. I liked toys with customizable features so a Potato Head would’ve been perfect for me. The thing is I never knew it was a real, actual toy until I got older and always thought it was just a character on Toy Story, so I never really asked for my own.

Mashed Potatoes: Do you prefer them with or without lumps? I don’t really have a preference I guess. I’m pretty easy to please and just like my mashed potatoes milky and creamy.

Baked Potato: What topping do you prefer to have on your baked potato? Bacon bits and tons of cheese. I gotta say, I’ve only had baked potato once in my life and it was years ago, and it had those two toppings so that’s also part of the reason why I’m going with bacon and cheese by default.

Spud: Do you remember playing Spud with kids in the neighborhood or on the playground? I’ve never heard of that game before, actually. Must be at least a North American thing. We played other games outside but they’re all uniquely Filipino, so it’ll be a little useless to list some of them down.

Small Fry: How tall are you? Just a little over 5′1″. It’s the most average average height for Filipinos, so my height isn’t special at all lol.

Scalloped Potatoes: Have you ever tried to grow potatoes before? No. I’ve never tried to grow any crop or fruit or veggies of my own.

Tater Tots: What condiments do you use on your potatoes? Various ones, depending on what kind of potato dish I’ve got. I like mayonnaise with my fries, gravy with my mashed potatoes, ranch with my mojos, you get the idea.

Shoestring French Fries: How often do you eat potatoes? I’d say 2-3 times a week. My dad will sometimes mix in potatoes in our scrambled eggs and we always have a supply of potato chips at home.

French Fries: Do you consider potatoes to be a starch, a vegetable, or a starchy vegetable? I’m honestly not very knowledgeable when it comes to food groups, but ‘starchy vegetable’ sounds the most right to me. HAHA I could always be wrong though.

Steak Fries: What is your favorite “type” of fry to eat? Shoestring fries and curly fries.

Potato Wedges: Do you have a preferred method for cooking potatoes? (grill, oven, stovetop, air fryer, etc) Welp I don’t cook, so I wouldn’t be the most credible person to answer this.

Curly Fries: Where can you get the best fast-food french fries from, if you’re looking for some greasy goodness? Burger King, McDonald’s, or Jollibee.

Hash Browns: Do you prefer the thin shreds or the flat patties? I’ve only ever encountered flat hashbrowns, so I’m siding with them by default. I’ve never heard of shredded hashbrowns - that’s pretty interesting.

Potato Pancakes: Do you celebrate Hanukkah? Have you ever had latkes before? Nope, and no I haven’t. I’m open to trying anything though, especially when it comes to food :)))

Potato Salad: Do you prefer German, mustard, or regular the most? I don’t eat potato salad, so I’m not aware of these varieties to begin with.

Did you ever play Hot Potato as a child? We did but we called it a different name. It’s a popular kids’ party game and we usually used balloons, and on this side of the world we call the game Pass the Balloon. Very straightforward, lol.

Roasted Potatoes: Do you prefer red or brown potatoes? Do you eat them with or without onions? What do you use to season them? I only know of brown potatoes. I’ve never had roasted potatoes, but I imagine onions would sound very good with them.

Sweet Potato: Do you prefer sweet potato pie or pumpkin pie? I’ve never tried either but if both pies were offered in front of me, I think I’d go for the pumpkin pie first mostly because it’s more popular.

Poutine: Have you ever tried this before? I haven’t, but this is also because the market for poutine is soooo tiny here and other than Tim Horton’s we don’t really have restaurants that are Canadian in origin or offering Canadian cuisine. Poutine does look good as fuck and I’d love to try it out – I know @inchoate-surveys has a lot of praise for it, heh. :D

Chili Cheese Fries/Loaded Fries: What would you like on yours? I don’t really get loaded fries but I’d buy a dish if it says it has lots of melted cheese, bacon bits, ground beef, and jalapeños.

Have you ever made potato soup before? No.

[survey by bionic-beth/ohsh1t2wksl8]

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Do you like using cinnamon on or in any of your food? I love cinnamon! Did you ever make fortune tellers as a kid? Yup, constantly. Do you know how to cook or bake? For the most part, sure. Who is the best cook in your family? My husband. Which berry is your favorite? Blueberry. I’m not a big berry person honestly.

What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Chicken and waffles. Hashbrowns. Omelets. Do you prefer cappuccinos or frappuccinos? I’m actually drinking a frappuccino right now. Have you ever tried to learn a foreign language? Sure. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? Either. Do you own any leather-bound books? I think so. Which baby animal is your favorite? KITTIES. PANDAS. BATS. Do you like jam on your toast and biscuits? Sure. What was the scent of the last candle you burned? I can’t remember. Are there any plants in your home? Yeah, some air plants. Do you prefer honey, sugar, or something else as a sweetener? Depends on the thing. What food does honey go best with? Tea. When is the last time you were lazy and just curled up to read a good book? I need to do that. I usually curl up to watch a TV show. What was on the last sandwich that you ate? A chicken patty, mayo, and lettuce. Have you ever carved a pumpkin? Yup, every year. I carved one last friday. I might get another one to carve before Halloween and so I can make everything bagel seasoned seeds again. What is your favorite type of weather? Warm and rainy. Do you love seeing frost hanging off leaves in the Winter? Sure. Do you love all the rain that Spring brings? Sure. Do you prefer wrapping presents or putting them in a bag? I love wrapping presents, but a bag is better for some things. If your friend made you a batch of cookies, what cookies would you like them to be? Sugar. What is your favorite book? To Kill a Mockingbird. Have you ever reread a book? Of course. What is your dream house like? Some place on a lake in the woods. A cozy a-framed cabin with other cool architectural details, a big open great room with a fire place, a big screened in porch so I can sit outside in the rain, an indoor/outdoor pool and hot tub, an outdoor firepit, access to a beach, a cozy master bedroom with a big king size bed, a couple of cute guest rooms, a basement with a pool table/game room. Would you ever like to own a chandelier? Sure. What scent is the last body wash you used? Lavender. Do you have any religious symbols in your home? Uhhh I have a dreidel, does that count? What religion do you identify with, if any? -- If you could have a small garden in your backyard, what would you plant? I have a small veggie and flower garden. I don’t feel like listing everything I’ve planted. What pets have you had while growing up? Birds, a hamster, mice, kitties, a doggo. Not all at once. If you went to an art museum, what do you think you would want to see first? Depends on what’s there? What type of museum would you like to go to? I like art and science museums. Do you enjoy those tins of butter cookies? Yes. Are you diligent with your studies? Hah. Do you prefer to eat ice cream from a cone or a cup? Cone. When is the last time you went to a carnival? July. Have you ever been to the circus? I went once as a kid. Do you own any art supplies? Yes. Do you have a favorite glass, cup, or mug? Yes. What are some of your favorite scents? Rain, gardenia, coconut. What is you favorite flavor of pudding and/or yogurt? Butterscotch or rice pudding. And just plain or vanilla yogurt. Do you have a daily planner that you write in? My phone. What branch of science interests you the most? Psychology/Sociology. Do you prefer writing in pen or pencil? Pen. How many notebooks do you own? Are they all filled? I have a few, but no they aren’t filled. Do you enjoy flavored coffee? If so, which flavor is your favorite? Eh. What kind of tea is your favorite? Jade citrus mint.

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