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rabbitcruiser · 3 months

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National Crunchy Taco Day

There’s nothing quite like a delicious crunchy taco to provide super-satisfying flavor for lunch or dinner.

Whether making crunchy tacos at home or grabbing up a few at a local restaurant or chain store, National Crunchy Taco Day is a delicious day that is worth celebrating!

History of National Crunchy Taco Day

The word ‘taco’ can trace its beginnings to the 18th century when workers in the silver mines in Mexico started using the name for little tortilla wrapped meats. This working class food was named after the ‘taquito’ of gunpowder wrapped in paper that the Mexican miners would use to blow up the rocks. The name migrated to the US as the taco developed its crunchy side.

While typically served at Mexican or Tex-Mex restaurants, the crunchy taco has decidedly American roots. In fact, in some Spanish-speaking communities, it is referred to as the “anglo taco”.

Tacos are traditionally served on soft corn tortillas in Mexico, but the crunchy fried shell is a more recent version of the food. The first written recipe for tacos written in English was included in a cookbook in 1914 and the recipe was written for tacos that were meant to be fried.

It wasn’t until the 1950s that the founder of Taco Bell helped make famous the idea of creating a fast way to make crunchy taco shells. Glen Bell had grown up in California where crispy tacos – soft tacos that were filled first and then fried – had become very popular. But the idea of frying the tacos into a U-shape prior to filling them was fairly new. So Mr. Bell decided to open a restaurant originally called Taco Tia, which then turned into Taco Bell.

National Crunchy Taco Day was founded particularly for those who really enjoy celebrating the delightful, tasty flavors of Tex-Mex foods. It’s a day to appreciate the simple things in life, like a little bit of spicy meat, some shredded cheese, lettuce, tomatoes and so much more.

But the most important thing to appreciate about National Crunchy Taco Day? Well, it’s the crunch, of course!

National Crunchy Taco Day Timeline

1890s First taco reference

The term ‘taco’ associated with miners in Mexico is first referenced in the late 19th century.

1914 Earliest known English-language taco recipe

As part of “California Mexican Spanish Cookbook”, this first taco recipe in English is published featuring a crunchy shell.

1962 First Taco Bell opens

This restaurant, in Downey, California, will go on to become the largest chain of fast food taco joints in the world.

1969 Old El Paso in supermarkets

Old El Paso becomes the first national brand to offer a full line of Mexican meals in supermarkets, urging the creation of a Mexican food section.

1986 Taco Bell expands to London

Sadly, Taco Bell can’t make a go of the crunchy taco this time around and closes in London by the mid-1990s.

How to Celebrate National Crunchy Taco Day

Paying heed to National Crunchy Taco Day is certainly no burden! It’s all a delightful way to celebrate this particular taco as well as all things Tex-Mex. Have fun celebrating the day with some of these ideas:

Enjoy Eating Crunchy Tacos

On National Crunchy Taco Day, an obvious – and probably even obligatory – choice is to make sure to eat some crunchy tacos for a meal, whether lunch or dinner, or even for a snack! Crunchy tacos bring a certain kind of delight with mouthwatering flavors and delicious toppings.

Choose a basic crunchy taco with simply meat and cheese, or add a few more toppings to make it even more tasty. Add shredded lettuce, chopped tomatoes and sour cream for a supreme version. Or get even more adventurous by adding other toppings such as grilled onions or chunks of avocado. And, of course, don’t forget to add a bit of spice by piling on the hot sauce!

Make Crunchy Tacos at Home

One thing that is really great about tacos is how simple they can be to make at home. But crunchy tacos also offer tons of opportunities for those who enjoy creating more complex flavors in the kitchen. Obviously, one of the most vital ingredients in making crunchy tacos at home is the need for crunchy taco shells. These can be easily sourced from a supermarket or Mexican grocery store and then heated in the oven at home. But they can also be made from scratch, for those who are feeling a bit more adventurous.

The next more important ingredient for making this dish in honor of National Crunchy Taco Day is the meat. Most people choose ground beef to serve inside of crunchy tacos, and it tastes best when it has been able to marinate in delicious seasonings for some time before serving.

While the meat is cooking, create a bar full of yummy options for topping crunchy tacos. Cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, salsa, sour cream, hot sauce, black beans, refried beans and guacamole are all items that people love to pile on top of their crunchy tacos. Choose a variety of options and let everyone make their own decisions about which topping options are their favorite!

Host a National Crunchy Taco Day Party

Tacos are a fun food to celebrate, and they’re especially easy for groups of people to pitch in. Set up a crunchy taco bar in the breakroom and work and have everyone bring a different topping. Or invite friends over to the house after work for a tasty taco bar at home. Plus, at home, it’s fun to be able to add some traditional Tex-Mex drinks such as pitchers of Margaritas, cold Coronas, or Jarritos for the kids.

While crunchy tacos are certainly the star of the show, it might also be good to add other elements to the party to get everyone in an even more festive mood. Decorate with a Tex-Mex theme and put on a playlist with traditional Mexican themed music, like from a Mariachi band. It might even be a fun idea to ask guests to dress up in a serape, sombrero, or some other nod to traditional dress south of the border, just to complete the occasion. For dessert, serve some churros, sopapillas or flan.

Get Creative with Crunchy Tacos

For those folks who tend to have crispy tacos on the regular, whether making them at home or ordering them at a restaurant, it might be fun to get a bit more creative with recipes in honor of National Crunchy Taco Day.

When making crunchy tacos at home, try out some of these ideas that can add a bit of flair for the occasion:

Crispy Tofu Tacos – fill crunchy shells with fried tofu and add toppings.

BBQ Crunchy Tacos – substitute regular ground beef with barbecue.

Potato Tacos – made with mashed potatoes, cheese, lettuce and sauce, this one is great for vegetarians.

Fried Avocado Tacos – just like the crispy tofu tacos, also for vegetarians!

National Crunchy Taco Day FAQs

Are Taco Bell crunchy tacos gluten free?

Although they are made with corn and no gluten, Taco Bell crunchy tacos are not made in a completely gluten free facility.

Are crunchy tacos Mexican?

Crunchy tacos actually seem to have been created in the United States, likely by Mexican-Americans.

Do crunchy taco shells go bad?

While they probably won’t be bad for you, they can certainly get stale.

What are crunchy taco shells made of?

Crunchy taco shells are made from limed corn flour, palm oil and salt.

How to make crunchy taco shells?

Crunchy taco shells can be made from corn tortillas that are either baked or deep fried.

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miss-floral-thief · 10 days

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bro got breakfast tacos, that's rare

#i don't mind bacon #but prolly prefer chorizo and eggs #tho still a bit oily/greasy but i think bacon is a bit more so #personalice #but nice also soft shelled since not as fond of the hard shell ones #tho tacquitos are alright #but would rather have tacos over quesadilla #been a while since i bought my own but hte ones he got last time had like onions in it?#or some chicken #which isnt' bad but i prefer beef or like ham in quesadilla #or a plain one #since meat and cheese outside of pizza i don't eat/mi x that oftne

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doromoni · 2 months

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After Lunch Snacks | LN4

Part 2 of Lunch Preferences

Ships : Lando Norris x Personal Chef! Reader , Platonic! Oscar Piastri x Personal Chef! Reader

Genre : Fluff

Summary : Now that you knew Lando’s lunch preferences, it’s time to explore what’s for dessert.

A/N : I delivered on my promise for a part 2! 🫶 @smoothoperator-forever700 @same1995

Part 1.

It was universally acknowledged that Lando Norris had the palette of a 5-year-old. Always opting for the safety and comfort of spring rolls and chicken nuggets.

That is why the whole paddock had been led to a shock when Lando had admitted in an interview that he had been exploring a whole lot more options in terms of food. Why? Because he wanted to make his girlfriend, Y/N L/N happy.

* Fish Tacos

Lando and the other drivers are now gathered for the driver’s parade. The drivers might deny it, but they secretly loved doing this before the races, as this allowed them to catch up on each other’s lives.

“You ate fish? No , I don’t believe you” Carlos’ disbelief was instant — their sushi-eating fiasco immediately came to mind.

“It’s true mate! I ate Fish tacos.” Lando bragged smugly to the Spaniard.

“What’s true?” Max then joined the conversation.

“Lando said that he ate fish” Carlos mimicked what Lando said to the Dutch driver.

“Bullshit, I doubt it” Max sniggered, shaking his head.

“It’s true! Y/N cooked something for date night. “ Lando explained

“Did Y/N shove it down your throat or something?” Max asked skeptically

“WHAT? NO! But I did eat it by mistake …. I ate her meal instead of mine, so in a way it was not intentional ” As Lando continued to yap, the 2 older drivers couldn’t help but laugh. They were right to assume that Lando would not eat fish willingly when he couldn't help it.

“But when you knew that it was fish, you stopped eating? What did Y/N say?” Carlos couldn’t help but ask, finding the situation funny.

“I finished everything, Mate. It was that good! I think I could eat anything Y/N cooks” Lando implored, now a soft smile present on the Brit’s face as he remembered his girlfriend.

“Mate, you’re whipped” Max teased

“ I mean, if your girlfriend is that pretty, caring, funny, and can make stroopwaffles anytime, anywhere — you would be too” Lando rebutted with pride.

* Ube Cake

“Thank you for baking, Y/N. Lily has been craving your ube cake for a while, she’ll be so happy for this!” Oscar said happily, as he dug into his slice of cake. This boy used his girlfriend as an excuse when you know for a fact that he was the one obsessed.

You and Osc are in the McLaren Kitchen, it was just after qualifying and the two McLaren drivers had both done excellently. And when your Aussie friend had begged you to bake the cake that you brought to the f2 paddock before— you really couldn’t say no.

“ Y/N? Babe, are you in the kitchen? “ You suddenly hear your boyfriend’s voice coming at a distance.

“Yup, I’m in the kitchen with Oscar” you hollered back to Lando, as you continued to slice the cake. But stopped when Osc tapped your hand, catching your attention.

“I’ll give you a thousand bucks, Lando won’t eat this when you offer him a slice” Oscar suddenly wagered to you as you saw Lando enter the room.

“You’re on Piastri, be ready to pay up!” You whispered hastily to the Australian. And you quickly schooled your facial expressions.

“Hi babe! Congratulations on qualifying. You did amazing, I’m so proud of you” You beamed up at Lando as he side-hugged you and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you, baby! I love you“ Land cooed at you as he pressed his lips to yours.

“You two are gross, I regret allowing this” Oscar wagged his fork between Yau and Lando in disgust at your display of affection.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, your arms finding their way to Lando’s waist.

“Oh shush it, Ohscah. No cake for you “ you tutted as you tried to pry the sweet treat away from the Australian.

“I'm joking! You and Lando are perfect together. your future babies will be beautiful and then you’ll live perfectly happy lives .” the Younger papaya driver said in haste as he held his cake closer.

“Flattery can only do so much. Piastri “ You said and Lando sneakered.

“Ohh, cake? Why is it purple though? “ Lando asked in both curiosity and a little bit of distrust.

You and Oscar meet eyes and the bet was absolutely on.

“ You want to try a bite, babe? “ You asked your boyfriend, slowly pushing a clean fork and a new slice to his side.

“What is it though?” Lando pressed but was now holding a fork and was closely inspecting the treat.

Oscar not sitting idly, and not wanting to lose 1000 dollars. Egged on Lando’s skepticism.

“You probably wouldn’t even like it. It’s made from potatoes” Oscar said looking so innocently.

You glared at your bestfriend.

“No, it’s not made from potatoes. It’s from the ube yam. I believe it’s from the Philippines. Remember the Adobo and the fried chicken from Jollibee we ate last month, this came from the same country. You tried to persuade the British driver.

“OH! I loved those. Alright, let me have a bite of this” Lando then took the fork and dug in.

“And you owe me a 1000, Oscy - wosky,” You said as you jumped in success.

“What? You bet on me?” Your boyfriend, who had icing all over his mouth asked, both betrayed and attracted by your actions.

“You bet we did, Babe. And I just won a 1000 “ you cheered kissing his cheek.

While Oscar couldn’t care less, he was just eating happily on the side.

* Paddock famous brownies

“I’m sorry , my girlfriend texted. What’s the question again?” Lando smiled broadly to the interviewer.

“Oh? What did she say?” The interviewer perked up at the mention of the british driver’s girlfriend. She had been a paddock favorite eversince she had been feeding everyone who had the pleasure of meeting her.

“She baked her brownies!” Lando cheered

And as he said that several hollers from drivers were heard from behind the camera .

“ Yo, Lando! I want one”

“Hey~ Landino , you promised me a piece last time!”

“Oi Lando , Y/N said that she baked that for us! “

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blacktacmopsi · 3 months

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Keegan HeadCanons: General Things Vol. 1

Canonically born in 1989 which makes him a millennial, so there's a HIGH chance he actually understand memes and early Internet humor. He won't double over laughing but instead do a "heh heh" kind of chuckle.

Total dog person. He likes dogs better than most people. He loves the loyalty he builds with them and feels like he can always rely on a dog for companionship.

Keegan is not much of a drinker or smoker but he will have a beer occasionally after a long day.

Speaking of beer, he'll definitely take one with a good slice of pizza or fajita tacos (for some reason I think he'd like TexMex..maybe because I think he's originally from Texas...which also might explain why he's bilingual).

He definitely makes bank but you'd never know it. He lives simply, rents an apartment, and drives a slightly old black F-150. It's not that he's cheap, he just prefers a no frills lifestyle. If he does splurge, it will be on his significant other or a rare treat for himself like a good pair of boots or speakers for his apartment.

Dude loves his hard music. Definitely listens to stuff like Chemlab. 'Suicide Jag' is a song he's played over and over along with various songs from The Offspring (come on! 'You're Gonna Go Far, Kid' is literally such a Keegan song).

When not in tactical, he is sporting flannel. His closet is loaded with them.

Since he's canonically reserved and not very social around people, he doesn't have a high body count. He prefers quality over quantity with both friends and relationships.

Him and Kick go waaaaaay back. I'm pretty sure they were childhood friends.

Keegan is a man who cleans up GOOD. We're talking sharp dresser when he has to be. If it's not his dress blues, it's a sharp and sleek black suit.

Perpetually either smells like cedar or wood smoke. It's like he lives in a lumber yard.

Doesn't want children of his own and never felt the call to fatherhood. But he doesn't hate kids though.

If you're interested in him, you'd most likely have to make the first move. It's not because he's dense and doesn't pick up on signals or flirting, he's just reserved and can be a bit guarded

Boxer man all the way. There are no briefs in his drawers...but there is a thong he has that he wore on a dare from his USMC days. For some reason he can't bring himself to get rid of it even though he's never worn it since.

Loves the cold seasons and has reverse Seasonal Effective Disorder. He hates the summer and spring. Keegan will stay inside and avoid the hot temps if he has anything to do with it.

Absolutely hates talking about politics. Seriously just don't. It's the quickest way to just piss him off.

Side sleeper and pillow hugger. He also snores. Not loud like someone with sleep apnea, but a soft snooz.

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #cod keegan #keegan p russ #cod ghosts #keegan cod ghosts #keegan cod #BlackTacMopsi Writes Garbage

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rosary-pearls · 8 months

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Wyll NSFW Thoughts/Headcanons

Because I need him & horny Wyll content is a dark parking lot where only like 16 of us meetup & don't really talk to each other. We should all get some Taco Bell together sometime

These are mostly top/dom focused & gender neutral (18+ Obvi)

•The first few times you have sex together his focus is on the connection - physical, emotional, mental & spiritual. Introducing yourselves to each other's bodies, and sense of desire. The more fun things would make their way into your bedroom naturally

•Every time you have sex he views it as making love no matter how dirty it is or is not. Because of this he isn't a fan of quickies. Not only does it hinder him from properly lavishing your body with affection, but he loves building anticipation for both of you. He’d make you wait unless you really riled him up somehow, which is more difficult than you think because he has shockingly good self-control

•Wyll is an excellent kisser, it feels like melting into his lips. He looooves kissing and making out for extended periods of time

•I wouldn't say he’s mind blowing at going down on you or using his hands AT FIRST. It’s either been awhile for him or he's a virgin just based off his voicelines. But once he learns how you work he's godly because your pleasure is important to him

•Missionary is his favorite position because it's intimate (no shock there), cuddlefucking probably second. Wyll likes any position as long as it isn't too convoluted tbh. He thinks overcomplicating it distracts from the moment

•If I had to put a label on it - to me he radiates pleasure dom. He gets off on getting you off. Wyll likes to lead in dance, and in sex - he's just not an aggressive leader. He’d much prefer to lead you with a gentle tug rather than a brutish yank

•The ‘dom’ portion of pleasure dom for him is very subtle & soft - he gives gentle but clear directions, even playful commands. It's rare for him to be stern, but when he is boy is it hot. These usually pertain to whether or not you may come, or if he doesn't want you to touch yourself for an extended period of time - though this is rare & would almost only happen if you're spending time apart

•Don't think he won't be submissive tho - I think he’d lean towards taking the lead because that's just his personality, and taking care of people makes him feel good. But if you want to take charge he has no issue with that. One of the best/worst things you can do to him is tie him up & touch yourself in front of him. Especially if you make yourself come!! He’s just like 'that's my job >:O’

•Not a bratty sub at all, he's the type that wants to do exactly what you say & be praised for how well he behaved. Don't call him your pet tho, it'd remind him of Mizora. Do men with daddy issues like to be called daddy or hate it? I have no clue someone please advise

•Has some verse/switch in him - I think he'd prefer topping because he comes way too fast bottoming LMAO and it hurts his pride a bit. Finger him while sucking him off & he's gone

•It doesn't matter what role he's taking - Wyll is noisy in bed. He doesn't get embarrassed tho - yknow the ‘guys too scared to moan, meanwhile im in my girl's ear like-’ meme? Yea that's him. At the start he's more grunting and groaning as the pleasure starts easing in, but as the intensity picks up he’s panting in your ear with breathy moans. When he's getting close, coming, or just extra passionate he's whiny & full of long, drawn out moans

•Not to mention he's talkative. Endless praise & encouragement - he's somehow both poetic & explicit with his dirty talk & can switch between the two seamlessly. YKNOW HE TALKS YOU THROUGH IT YOU CANT DENY IT

•Not a fan of degradation, giving or receiving - no way this man is going to call you a slut, whore, bitch or anything in that realm. Sorry to the degradation girlies (gn) he’s into having you beg (kind of) tho so there's that

•Wyll loves sensuality & pleasure of all sorts - massaging, bathing, burning candles, good scents, the whole shabang. Very textile, he really enjoys silk sheets and satin robes. He's the type that would warm you up by slowly kissing every inch of your body before doing anything else

That's all for now folks. I have more of these already written so if anyone wants more let me know & I'll post them

#bg3 smut #bg3 wyll #nsft #wyll smut #literally made a tumblr for wyll smut lmao that's how desperate the situation is #wyll x tav #wyll x reader #Wyll worship #prayer.list

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boliv-jenta · 11 days

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Ted Garcia x f!reader

WC: just shy of 4k

Warnings: smut, violence, horror elements, mentions of killing children.

Summery: Ted saves you when a mysterious madness claims his town.

The Cabin

The banging synchronised perfectly with the throbbing in your head. Memories faded in and out in time with the beat. Running through the desert. Someone chasing you. Fear and betrayal swirl in your gut and fuel the pumping of your legs.

The exposed light bulb swings on its pendulum in time with the pounding. That sparks another memory. Pleasure blooming from between your legs. His deep breathing in your ear. Promises whispered as you lay on the soft pillow, your body feeling just as soft and pliable as you come down from your high.

With a groan you try to sit up, the room spins but the pounding stops. Large hands find your back as the sparsely decorated room comes back into focus.

“Hey, you. You're awake. How are you? I was so worried.” Relief floods his voice as he wraps his arms around you. His moustache brushes your temple before he places a kiss there. Like he had a thousand times before. Ted. His name is Ted.

“I…I can't remember. What’s happening?” Your voice sounds far away to you. The rest of your mind is searching inwards.

You remember your name, you prefer dogs over cats, tea over coffee. You remember Ted. The Mayor. Your Ted. He brings you flowers every date night. The pretty pink roses on the table between the takeaway he brought. The best tacos in town. You remember screaming. Someone attacking you. You, fighting for your life. Not just your life, someone else's. It's all there but it's not. It fractured, some parts missing completely, others a mere outline.

“What's the last thing you remember?” His broad frame is wrapped around you as he cradles you. His thumb gently rubs back and forth on your cheek.

His presence brings you comfort. You know how you feel about him. “I love you.”

A sigh leaves his lips and blows through your hair. “I love you, too. What else do you remember?”

“Someone attacked me. I was fighting to protect myself and someone else…you?” His lips twitch into a smile against your skin as the words leave your mouth.

“Yes. That's good, you remember some of it. I'm glad because if I had to explain it, I don't think I could make you believe it. It's just…insanity. That's the only way to describe it.” He holds you even closer. “The people…our people…they started to attack each other. I don't know why. It's like a madness that spreads. Those that don't die in the attacks become mad too. I was bringing you here, to protect you when we were attacked. You're right, you fought for me, saved me, but you took the brunt of the attack before I could…I had to put them down.” His voice is choked up now.

It's your turn to comfort him. “Ssshh, Ted. You did what you had to. I remember the attack. It was dark. We were walking then they grabbed me by my hair, kicked me, choked me…”

“Hey. Don't think about that now. We're safe.” He kisses away tears you didn't know you had shed. “We have food and water. We can wait until things are safe then get out of here. You were only passing through anyway. We'll go buy that beach house you wanted. Alright?” His lips find yours. The kiss is easy, familiar, your lips move against his with ease.

“Yeah. That sounds perfect. Do you have any idea what's causing it? The madness?” You can't help but think of your neighbours. A sweet old couple. Hopefully they are safe too.

“The doctor had a few theories. Animal virus in our meat. Fungal infection. Natural gases. I tried to get us help. I really did. It happened so fast. The army should be on their way to help…survivors.” His shoulders slump. He loves his town. He loves being Mayor. That's part of what attracted you to him.

Your coffee was lukewarm as you planned the next part of your trip. Ted walked past the diner talking passionately about his town to the camera. He speaks with ease, his words are honest, straight forward. Later, he speaks the same with you. His marriage is a sham. His wife is already half moved in with her lover. She's staying until after the election, on his campaign manager's insistence. He likes you but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. It's you that does the chasing. He's almost shy when you touch him. He looks down at you through his lashes when you drop to your knees for him. You bring his hand to your head it lays there passively until he lets out a stifled groan and his fingers clench in the stands of your hair. It takes a while for him to take charge, to be as comfortable with you as he is in his role. When he does though, he has your sobbing, near folded in half, your cervix bruising, you and your body screaming. When you lay in his arms afterwards you spill your secret desires and hopes. You want a home on the beach, a career in nature photography. He wants a family, a bigger political career. You lay both your bodies and souls bare in your stolen time together. Quickly, you fall head over heels for him.

The water is hot and inviting as Ted helps you into the tub. “Here. This should help. Nice and hot. I have some whiskey here somewhere too. As my Abuela would say, a couple of shots won't solve everything but they won't hurt either.”

Ted had taken stock of your injuries, while he helped undress you. Your sides were bruised. You remember them kicking you while you were curled on the dry ground. The scrub cut your face and bare arms as you tried to roll away from your attacker. The water stung the tiny scratches at first. Then it began to relax you.

“There, all cleaned up.” Ted wrung out the wash cloth he cleaned you up with.

“Thank you.” You sigh.

“No problem. I'm a public servant.” He laughs lightly. “You relax. I'll go heat up some food. Then you can go to bed early. I boarded up the windows and barricaded the door but I'll stay up to watch over you, just in case.”

The tinned soup is pretty damn good. It warms as it fills you. Ted washes the dishes in the tiny sink in the corner of the room, next to a small counter top with a camping stove and some utensils on it, while you rest on the bed.

Once he's done, he fills a glass of water and hands it to you with a couple of round, white pills. “I found a few painkillers. Have these for now.” It still hurts to swallow but it'll be worth it for the painkillers to kick in.

“Thank you. You're doing all this for me but how are you?” You pat the bed next to you and he takes a seat.

“Honestly? Terrified. I don't know what's going on. I couldn't help my town. I feel like I could have done more but I saw the opportunity to save you and I had to. What kind of person does that make me?” He hangs his head in his hands.

“I'm sure you did whatever you could. Then you saved who you could. I would have done the same.” You replace his hands with your own. Drawing him to you, you place a gentle kiss on his lips, he returns it, then you do, then the back and forth rhythm dissolves into a hungry clash of tongues. Using his flannel shirt as leverage you pull him close until a pain shoots through your abdomen. The hiss that leaves you stops Ted in his tracks.

“Honey! I'm sorry. Are you alright?” He checks you over as if he can fix it all. Ever the practical man.

“I'm okay.” The pain subsides and you feel even more tired.

“Come on. I'll lay with you until you fall asleep.” Once again he is cradling you like he can protect you from the world.

Sleep comes quickly. It's fitful and filled with nightmares. Nightmares about the madness that Ted told you about. The sweet old couple you were worried about tearing out the throats of the children across the street. Their terror filled eyes glazing over as their blood spills over their colorful chalk drawings on the sidewalk. Sweat cools on your skin as you jump awake. Ted flips on the light and is by your side in seconds. His shotgun is abandoned on the cupboard that is serving as a barricade and the high stool he was perched on to keep watch is tipped over in his haste.

His hands find you to comfort you. “I'm here. I've got you. Oh, shit!”

Following his eyeline you see the heavy blood stain on the white sheet between your legs. “What?! What. I…”

“Shhh. Shhh. It's okay. You took some kicks to the stomach, maybe something was damaged. Let's stay calm. If we need to I'll get you to a hospital. The army should be here now. I'll get you help, I swear. I love you. I love you.” Fear creeps into Ted's voice as he begins to ramble while he rocks you in his arms.

A week passes, each day much the same. You rest. Ted cares for you. Thankfully, the bleeding stopped before that first morning. Each day you get stronger. With each day the hope of survival rises. Each day Ted reminds you why you fell in love with him. He's your gentle protector.

When your need for him grows too strong, he's still gentle, he kisses and caresses you until you are dripping for him. His thick fingers dip inside you to spread your slick before teasing your clit until you gush and relax for him. Even though his girthy length fills you with ease, he still takes his time with you. He works himself in slowly until your hips start to chase him. When he picks up speed he constantly checks in with you, whispering in your ear. After you come around him pulling him deeper, he asks if you can keep taking him until he comes. When he does finally spill inside you it's with a whimper.

Another week passes. This one is like a honeymoon. The worry of the world outside is almost forgotten with the two of you exploring each other's bodies like never before. Before you had stolen moments between meetings and appearances. Now you can take your time.

“Ted, I can't!” you can't help but giggle as you push him away. His moustache is soaked with your cum. You've lost count of how many times you've come against it while Ted spent the morning pleasuring you. “Here, let me take care of you.” You reach for the massive bulge in his underwear.

Catching your hand, he brings it to his lips. “Actually, I have an idea.”

Letting go of your hand, he tucks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear to slip them down his firm thighs until his cock springs free. Running his fingers through your slick, he uses it to coat himself until his fist pumps up and down freely. His eyes are laser focused on your wet cunt until they roll back and close. His hand slaps against his balls as he openly pleasures himself to your body. He looks beautiful, free and unashamed. A delicious look of pure ecstasy crossed his face when he hunches over grabbing your bare breast as he comes in hot ropes over your stomach. The one room cabin smells of sex every night that you fall asleep together.

The sun is setting as you finish dinner. The bare light bulb is off in favour of the small bedside lamp. Its warm light makes your new home feel cosy. Ted kisses your head as he collects your empty bowl. What you see next is so unexpected in your new little world that it takes a second for you to realise what you are seeing. A beam of white light flashes through the gaps in the boards of the window.

“Ted?” Ted turns to your voice and sees it too.

Quickly and quietly, he crossed to the door frame, squeezing himself between the window on the cabin door and the one on the wall next to it. He tries to see out without being seen.

“Get down!” He orders as the light gets brighter.

The sound of approaching footsteps fill the small space. Your heart is in your mouth. Beating harder with each nearing step. The bang on the door almost caused your heart to explode. Another bang has you nearly choking on it.

“Mayor Garcia?!” A voice calls out.

The name escapes you but the voice is familiar. It's one of the Sheriff's deputies. Relief floods you. “We're saved!” You sob at Ted stumbling towards him on shaking legs.

“Hello?” The voice calls, clearly having heard you.

“Ted? Open the door.” You try for the handle and Ted stiffens. “He's here to help.” Ted still doesn't move to open the door. “Ted?”

When you look at him in the low light his face is cold for a second before he opens the door. “Of course.” He gives you a fleeting smile.

“Sir, are you okay? Sheriff Vasquez came to look for you but she never came back. I found her car a little up the road there in a ditch. Ma'am.” He added in politeness with a nod.

“We were fine.” Ted responds coolly before taking his shotgun and blowing away the Deputy.

Shock rips through you like the pelts through the Deputy's flesh. “Ted!”

Fear claws at your throat as he turns to you. His warm, soft eyes are cold as steel.

“They couldn't just leave well alone. After all I've done for this town!” His raised voice raises the hairs on your neck. “I had a plan. I always have a plan. The ones I did for this town always work. But the one time I do one for me and it all goes to shit.” The stool by the door is flung across the room. “It was simple. Bring you here. Kill you. Bury you. No one would know. You were just passing through. No one would care.” As his words swarm you you cower back against the wall, using it to hold your broken pieces up. “Then you had to go and dig yourself out of your grave. I was going to just shoot you, seeing as choking you didn't work but then I thought ‘How did you manage to survive?’ a weak little woman. A whore, who sucks down married men's cocks. Maybe you had potential. Or maybe my seed made you stronger. Of course, I had to fix you back up. I had to make sure you lost that bastard child first. I can have an heir out of wedlock. How would that look? A hot bath, some whiskey, some pills that you didn't look too closely at. That was that. Thankfully, you didn't even remember that night.”

The pretty pink roses rest on the table. The same pink appears in two lines on the pregnancy test next to it.

“You're pregnant?” Ted is expressionless as he repeats his question.

“Yes and I want to keep it.” You reach for his hand, only for him to snatch it away.

“What? You think I'd have a baby with you? How would that look? Having a baby with a whore?” His words hit you like a slap in the face.

“A whore? You said you loved me.”

“I do but you're not Mayor's Wife material. You threw yourself at me. Bounced on my bare cock after only knowing me for a few weeks. Begged me to fuck your ass. Came all over my suit from rubbing your hungry pussy over my thigh. I mean, it was all good. I've never shot my load down a woman's throat that quickly before. Even when I hold my wife's head and force my cock down her throat it takes me a while to get there. I mean, I married her for her standing, not her skills in the bedroom but to have a child with you? You must be crazy.”

You're up on your trembling legs while you try to process. The words come out before you realise. “Ted. I…I love you.” As if saying it could make him the man you fell for again, not this horrible stranger in front of you.

“Then you'll get rid of that kid and we'll go back to what we had.” He rises slowly to gently take your hand.

“No! I can't.” Your fingers are shaking in his palm. You're not sure I'd it's from fear or anger.

“You can. Or I can make you.” His free hand shoots up to grab your throat.

“Fuck you!” You manage to spit before kicking him in his knee.

Howling in pain, he releases you. “You little slut!”

You are soon outside, running as fast as you can. The thought of your unborn baby pushing you on. Until Ted yanks you back by your hair. The sudden momentum sends you hurling to the ground. Ted manages to get a few kicks in to subdue you before he pulls you to your feet. Terror grips you as he wraps his large hands around your throat and you become light headed. The fight in you starts to fade as your lungs begin to burn.

“That's it. Let go. It'll all be over soon. Shhh. Let me take care of you.” The bastard has the audacity to kiss your temple as you go slack in his arms.

Ted feels relieved while he carries you to the shallow grave he’d dug. It would keep you hidden long enough for the animals to find you and pick you clean. No body, no crime. This is what he had to do. For the town. He couldn't have a scandal keeping him from being reelected. It was only when he lay you gently in the ground that his heart betrayed him. It clenched at the thought of you all alone out here. The two of you, without his protection. He brushed the thought away when he threw the first shovel load of dirt on your body.

Back at the cabin, he sat to get his story straight. He told his campaign manager that he was taking a day. He made sure enough people saw him leave town alone. He'd stop by the store tomorrow and make sure everyone saw him coming back. He had a few weeks before he needed to pile on the pressure with his constitutes. He could lay low for a while. If the police found you before the animals could do their job he could spin it. He could be saddened at the death of the poor woman, who he had taken under his wing. The poor woman who he'd allow to use his cabin for a while to take some nature photographs for her portfolio. She'd confessed that she had a baby on the way from her abusive ex so Ted felt compelled to help her. All his plans went sideways when you stumbled back into the cabin and passed out on the bed.

Fighting the urge to throw up, you push past Ted and out into the night.

“Come on, Honey. You know this goes one of two ways for you. You die or you stay with me. I knew I couldn't go back to town when you came back, so I've set my sights on bigger and better things. You could be a part of that. I'll make an honest woman of you. You can have a few kids. I look after all of you. We'll be picture perfect for my new campaign.” His voices get quieter to your ears as you edge your way in the dirt towards the Deputy’s car that he rolled to a stop down the dirt track. It's only a few feet away. The door is open and the keys are in the ignition. You're sure you can make it.

“Come on. What do you say?” His voice seems closer.

The light from the car obscures your view. There's no way for you to know where he is without giving yourself away.

‘Fuck it!’ you think and prepare to launch yourself at the car.

Just as you do the window of the open door bursts like an overripe watermelon above you. Glass rains down on you. You hear the distinct sound of a shotgun being snapped open. You have time to get to the car. Filled with renewed hope, you haul yourself up. Only for Ted to kick the door shut inches from your face.

“Hey, you. Let's just talk about this.” His best trustworthy smile is plastered on his face. It's eerily lit by the car’s lights. It gives his beautiful profile a harshness. His profile becomes even more harsh when you punch him squarely in the crotch.

Even as he crumbles, he laughs. “See, maybe that fire can come in handy. The world is changing. People expect more from politician’s wives.”

You are off running again. The same way you ran that night. Unfortunately, you take exactly the same route you took that night and end up back in your shallow grave. This time with even more company. The Sheriff is stone cold. Her face is bloody and puffy. Her glazed over eyes are bloodshot.

“Thankfully, you didn't check those pills too closely. Sleeping pills kept you out for most of that first week so I could go back to town and sort some things out. Unfortunately, I must have made her suspicious. I should have known. She got too close last time.” It felt like Ted was just treating you like the crowd at one of his rallies now, giving one of his long speeches. “We used to have a problem with homeless people. People can only run so far from their past. A lot of them ended up here, hoping to disappear over the border. I couldn't have that. Not on my streets. The first couple were tough. They were big men. The women were easier. They followed me out here willingly. Any-who, I slipped you another dose a couple of nights ago to go back to town. The Sheriff was waiting up the road there. She knew I had property out here and was trying to catch me in the act. Dumb bitch. Like I would drive around with evidence. I disposed of everything…”

It was your turn to laugh. “Not everything.”

The beautiful smile, the one that he gave you on that first day, the one that made you feel special after years of heartache, spread across his face as his brow furrowed in confusion. His confusion increased as pain ripped through his chest and his gut. He sank to his knees, suddenly weak and cold. “You forgot to dispose of her gun.”

The day was cooling down. The sun was low. The breeze picks up as you pull the blanket around you. For a second you debate going into your home, the house that you bought with the money Ted had stashed at the cabin on one of his trips into town while you were drugged. Instead you sat to watch your daughter run around on the sand, your faithful dog hot on her heels. For the past three years of her life, you've been asked over and over again about her unusual name ‘Tesha’. With a smile you tell people it means ‘survivor’.

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#pedro pascal character fanfiction #ted garcia #ted garcia x f!reader

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possessionisamyth · 10 months

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Genuinely a shame that resident evil doesn't really go into food that much, but I also completely understand since the "food" you see being eaten 99% of the time is people and rot. However, this will not stop me from food related headcanons, so lets talk about eating traits for the recurring (3 or more separate RE appearances) cast:

Chris Redfield- Never been a picky eater. Before RE5, he pretty much let his metabolism do all the work along with his "stay in shape" workout regimen, so he ate whatever he wanted and most of the time it was junk food, fast food, and meals with a lot of bread and potatoes. When he started working out more, his diet shifted to eating more fats and proteins since they give him a steady flow of energy instead of quick bursts. It doesn't mean he's stopped eating junk food or eating out. His palette simply changed from eating bags of chips and a roll of cookies everyday to maybe a large bag or two of chips and a large pack of cookies that he slowly finishes over the span of a few weeks. Beer and water are interchangeable depending on the meal.

Jill Valentine- She's the pasta person that will use a fork and a spoon underneath to twirl her noodles before eating them. Loves anything covered in a good savory sauce, and she will tear bits of bread off to swipe the rest of her plate clean. She prefers chicken over beef and pork over tofu. Entered a hot wing eating contest once on a dare, and she lost, but she made sure to find out what hot sauce they used so she could keep a bottle in her pantry. She drinks a lot of water, and she likes the taste of it. Not a fan of tea unless it's iced and sweetened heavily. Otherwise not really a fan of sweets when it comes to candy or baked goods unless there's some tartness or sourness to it.

Rebecca Chambers- Her diet leans more into foods she doesn't need utensils to finish like sandwiches, wraps, tacos, and the classic pizza fold with thin crust. She has a sweet tooth, but this is mainly for drinks and hard candies. She loves soda. She doesn't like how gummy candy sticks to her teeth due to the texture. Baked sweets are okay as long as they aren't super sticky to handle, but she'll make an exception for things which have a heavy amount of chocolate. She has a bag of mini-muffins on her desk for breakfast in the mornings. People know not to take any unless they desire her wrath. She knows when Chris has eaten them when she see's a package of snack cakes and an apology post-it note in her drawer.

Barry Burton- Before the gun incident, Barry was the guy who ate primarily meats and very little vegetables unless his stomach was fighting him. After the incident, he opened up his palette more to show he appreciated the hard work put into the meal. Ask him what his favorite food is and his answer changes every time cause it's always what his wife cooked for dinner the night before. He's a dinner guy. He's either too tired in the mornings or too in a rush to go to work, so breakfast is a no-go, but dinners are spent with his family, and post Revelations 2, he cherished them even more. Only drinks water from the tap.

Albert Wesker- Eats expensive looking food because it has the least amount of mess during consumption, and is an ego boost to his god complex wherein everything has to be prepared exactly to his taste. If during his time with S.T.A.R.S they managed to drag him out to eat, he would get a drink and nothing else. He doesn't like limp vegetables no matter how much dressing people cover them in to compensate, and he hates greasy food. His taste towards sweet things are minimal. He enjoys sweeter cheeses like cream cheese or mascarpone, and he tried to like tiramisu, but he didn't like how soft angel fingers are. He will also only eat macarons with a dark chocolate filling sandwiched between. Neutral about water and enjoys teas and wines.

Claire Redfield- Was the pickiest eater as a kid. Hated it when the food on her plate touched, or the juice from one part of her meal touched the other. She had the special disposable plates where each part of her meal was separated so that she'd actually finish the food she was given. She was also disgusted with canned vegetables. As an adult most of those hang-ups are gone. She'll eat almost anything now, and she loves trying new foods from the places she travels to. Flatbreads are her best friend. Pita, naan, chapati, and so on, she can make a meal out of bread and butter alone. She still hates canned vegetables, but she buys fresh or frozen vegetables and incorporates them into her meals where she can. She also hates the taste of water. She'll go for coffee or tea first.

Leon Kennedy- Allegedly is relaxed with all foods except when there's one thing on it he doesn't want to eat. No pickles on his burger. No red onions in his guacamole. No sliced fruit in or on his cake. It's not even that he hates these ingredients or has a texture discrepancy. He just has preferences on where they should be and where they shouldn't. He'll put those same pickles on his club sandwich, or ask for red onions on pizza, and he loves a good fruit pie. He also eats so many of those pre-packaged fruit cups. Neutral about regular water but treats flavored sparkling water like a treat and sometimes hides it in his flask. It's a fun prank to play on Claire.

Ada Wong- Eats more vegetarian style meals, but is not a vegetarian. This isn't done on purpose or for any particular reason. Simply a lot of the meals she favors tend to have an equal amount of vegetables and grains to a lower amount of meat, and some cooks are much more scarce on the meat than others. This resulted in a palate shift where she's fine if there isn't meat on her plate. She's not a big fan of greasy, deep-fried foods, but her guilty pleasure is shrimp toast, and she only has it off the clock when she finds someone who makes it well. Her other guilty pleasure is cinnamon sugar donuts, and she has that more often as a snack to finish off her lunch. Neutral about water and has an iced coffee preference.

Ingrid Hunnigan- She likes rice more than bread and will eat several bowls of rice with whatever the main food is if they go together. Seasoned and spiced long grain rice or plain sticky short grain rice, she'll enjoy them all as long as it's prepared correctly. Loves eating tofu. She'll trade any meat for tofu except for seafood. She's the one ordering surf and turf or the dish with shrimp in it if the option is available. Yet, she cannot eat anything with a face. She doesn't care how pretty the presentation is, there shouldn't be a shrimp or lobster head on her plate when she gets it. She always orders dessert unless she's eating with others, and likes anything cherry flavored. Enjoys drinking water and has to drink water between her energy drink refills.

Thanks for getting to the bottom of this even if you don't agree with any of them! I'll gladly do more of these for any other RE characters if asked, and I'm open to playful debate/convo about the ones listed or not listed.

#resident evil #re #chris redfield #jill valentine #rebecca chambers #barry burton #albert wesker #claire redfield #leon kennedy #ada wong #ingrid hunnigan #headcanons

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year

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idk maybe this is too big, but beatrice’s reaction at receiving diego’s email in 🐸 🗺? i really really like how you write their attraction towards one another. and here’s a set of 🌮🌮

[thank u for the tacos, maybe i'll have some birria later :)]

it's not a good day.

it's not a bad day, either, really.

you got out of bed in the morning. you ate breakfast — congee with an egg and some peanuts. you did the physical therapy exercises you're supposed to have kept up for your shoulder, even though it's been two years; they still help, especially when it's cold and rainy, so you do them. you went to the climbing gym, earlier than lilith ever would; you make your way up some V6s and V7s, but with no enjoyment, sluggish and tired for no reason. you went back to your loft — you'd signed the lease a few months ago under mary and shannon gentle urging and lilith's not-so-gentle demand, because even if you're not here often, beatrice, you need a home. you showered in the dark, blatantly ignoring whatever scars still sting sometimes. you washed your hair with expensive shampoo and conditioner a stylist you like — who lets you sit in the chair in silence she allows to be comfortable and doesn't pester, doesn't try to get you to try anything feminine, schedules you for trims you prefer more frequently than not if you're in town — and try, very hard, to feel real. you dried off, and put on comfortable clothes, and ate lunch, some leftover jerk salmon from the night before.

time moves weirdly on the days where it's not good enough to be solid but not bad enough to cease to exist at all. your therapist says this is normal for people with ptsd, but nothing feels normal about it. it feels like you're underwater, or like that one time when you were eighteen and got completely crossfaded at a party mary and shannon had thrown: everything is hard, and slow, and before you know it, it's nearing four and the light is fading.

you have things you need to do: photographs you need to edit; contracts you need to sign; to start coordinating a tentative upcoming trip to antarctica and south georgia this summer. you make yourself tea and will yourself to at the very least check your email; shannon had said that it helps her when she's having a bad day to set up one task she can do, to ease everything just a bit. you haven't really moved in, not in the way you should: you have a big desk, multiple monitors, all the gear you could hope for; you have a big bed, too soft, sometimes, and a couch. you have a nice, large tv on the wall. you have a few dishes and pots and pans in the kitchen. you have what you need in the bathroom: a toothbrush and a razor and toilet paper and your skincare serums and two clean towels, bar soap from mary dragging you to the farmer's market. you have nice olive oil and two throw pillows. you have a custom hangboard against one wall. there's empty space everywhere, your loft far bigger than you would ever need. not a home, not yet, in any way you can really feel, at least today. especially today.

but you boot up your desktop computer, because you are steadfast and there are still things you need to do, still things you need to shoot so you can show the world what matters. what has to matter, far beyond you and your small life.

most of your emails are boring — the option to do sponsored content for a new camera; an updated contract for an upcoming documentary you're going to help photograph for; a notification that the film you had ordered had, indeed, shipped — but there's one from someone you have never heard of that catches your eye.

you read through it, twice: someone named diego, a grad student at a university in the city, had emailed on behalf of his advisor, dr. ava silva, wondering if you might want to partner on an expedition to guyana. they need a climber, and diego claims that dr. silva loves your photography. you remember, vaguely, from an article before you had — before — that dr. silva apparently has some sort of preternatural ability to find new species of frog, and so it's intriguing, the prospect. everything feels more solid, like you're coming up for air after holding your breath for too long, when you think about the rainforest, and this little project and its simple, pure, important goal. you google ava silva phd frog and there's a link to a bunch of scientific journals, a formal headshot from the university — dr. silva is, well, beautiful, and young — and then, like the world rights itself, a picture of dr. silva smiling, dirty in the way only the real wild can produce, grinning with real joy. she holds a tiny frog — bright blue — in the palm of her gloved hand. there's green behind her, all around her.

if nothing else, you think, you'd like to meet this dr. ava silva, who finds such clear joy in small creatures, in making sure they're seen, and recognized, and named.

you email diego back, offering to be connected to dr. silva, because you want to know more. you order dinner and watch something that makes you laugh and even fish out some chocolate for dessert. you wash your face and moisturize; you brush your teeth; you fold back your duvet neatly. it's a life, you think, one that you are determined, even if it's hard, even if it's impossible, to make worthwhile. maybe tomorrow you'll get to learn more about the world from someone who fills it so fully. maybe tomorrow will feel clear. maybe tomorrow will be a good day after all.

#conservationist au #frog au #listen she's just doing her best ava rly lights up her entire world!!! w her frogs!#even before they have ever met lol #wn fic #avatrice #prompts

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rizzstappen · 8 months

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*sets up folding chair, lays blanket along my legs* Just gonna....get comfy real quick. Don't mind me. 👀👀👀👀

Okay this strays so far from the original tags lol but I was feeling extra soft especially after traveling myself. So this is kinda about the feeling of the ache of your body and returning home and how that’s such a good feeling.

It is a little shorter then last time but it is set in the same universe as my college au!

This is my second time writing maxiel so still figuring it out but of course any questions to comments are welcome!

So I hope you enjoy it Danni! 🫶🏼

Pov: snapshots of college Daniel and Max’s texas road-trip

Orange. That’s all Daniel saw as he drove down the Texas highway away from the border. The sun was setting behind them painting the desert landscape in hues of oranges and yellows against the brown of the dust. The week had been filled with memories Daniel would never forget.

On the first day, Max had peeled oranges in the passenger seat as they started their way through Texas stating:

“Of course they’re the best snack Daniel!”

Before he fed a slice to his boyfriend. They had agreed to do a road trip through Texas. They lived in Austin after all but had never ventured out of the city.

An hour into the trip, they stopped at a local winery. Of course, they had to get a couple of bottles to remember the trip.

“Look this one has a cool label,” Max said showing Daniel.

“It’s like us. You’re the orange and I’m the blue,” Daniel replied.

The label was a magnificent swirl of blue and orange hues with yellows in between. Daniel nodded “let’s take it,” he said before they went to check out and keep driving.

A stop in San Antonio resulted in a visit to the Zoo because of a new Australian exhibit. Of course, Daniel explained how he’d seen these kangaroos in the wild

“When you visit Maxy we’ll see them all along the side of the road” he nodded promising his boyfriend a grand tour of the red-orange Australian desert.

An afternoon was spent among the orange and yellow poppies in a canyon in Texas. That year had brought a lot of snow and once the heat of the summer melted the water the seedlings were able to bloom at the base of the mountain.

“Let’s have poppies at our wedding. This is beautiful” Daniel whispered as he lay with Max in the grass picking an orange poppy and sliding it into his soft blonde hair “I’ll even let Charles do the center pieces” he joked.

Max laughed softly against his boyfriends shoulder. His eyes shut “sounds like a plan Daniel” he whispered contently

Next came the salsas in El Paso. Green. Red. Orange? The lady had tried to explain in her best English that it was made from an extremely spicy pepper. Chile de árbol. By the end of the meal, both Max and Daniel had tears in their eyes but complimented the local taco shop on how amazing the food was.

It was Max who attempted in broken Spanish “muy bueno. Gracias!”

After that, it was time to go.

Daniel’s muscles felt sore and stiff from driving eight hours but finally, they were back in Austin. He parked the car before he looked over at a sleeping Max. Curled into the door of the old car his parents had lent him enough money to buy. An orange hoodie around his chest kept him warm since Daniel preferred a cold car keeping the a/c on.

“Babe wake up we’re back” he whispered placing a small kiss on his boyfriend's forehead “let’s go inside” he hummed shutting the car off.

The water ran down Daniels back. Getting the stale smell of his car off of himself was his first priority so a shower was in order.

The shower curtain opened and Daniel saw the silhouette of his boyfriend step in while he brushed the water out of his eyes.

“You’re gonna use up all the hot water” Max mumbled still half asleep from his nap in car. Daniel laughed as he squirts shampoo from the orange bottle into his hand.

“So you decided to join me?” He asked with a soft grin.

“It’s the only way I don’t have to take a cold shower” Max said sliding close to Daniel to get his own body wet.

Daniel stepped aside to rub the shampoo in his hair letting it suds up in his curls as he watched his boyfriend under the water.

He was glad to be home.

As close to home as they could each get.

Well, Daniel was always home with Max.

#maxiel #my fic #college au #this is just very soft and idk why I stuck with the orange theme in every scene but something about a warm sunset when you’re traveling #love it #anyways I hope you like it danni!#thanks for the wonderful ask as always!#asks #onboardsorasora

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rabbitcruiser · 1 year

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National Crunchy Taco Day

There’s nothing quite like a delicious crunchy taco to provide super-satisfying flavor for lunch or dinner.

Whether making crunchy tacos at home or grabbing up a few at a local restaurant or chain store, National Crunchy Taco Day is a delicious day that is worth celebrating!

History of National Crunchy Taco Day

While typically served at Mexican or Tex-Mex restaurants, the crunchy taco has decidedly American roots. In fact, in some Spanish-speaking communities, it is referred to as the “anglo taco”.

But the most important thing to appreciate about National Crunchy Taco Day? Well, it’s the crunch, of course!

National Crunchy Taco Day Timeline

1890s First taco reference

The term ‘taco’ associated with miners in Mexico is first referenced in the late 19th century.

1914 Earliest known English-language taco recipe

As part of “California Mexican Spanish Cookbook”, this first taco recipe in English is published featuring a crunchy shell.

1962 First Taco Bell opens

This restaurant, in Downey, California, will go on to become the largest chain of fast food taco joints in the world.

1969 Old El Paso in supermarkets

Old El Paso becomes the first national brand to offer a full line of Mexican meals in supermarkets, urging the creation of a Mexican food section.

1986 Taco Bell expands to London

Sadly, Taco Bell can’t make a go of the crunchy taco this time around and closes in London by the mid-1990s.

How to Celebrate National Crunchy Taco Day

Enjoy Eating Crunchy Tacos

Make Crunchy Tacos at Home

Host a National Crunchy Taco Day Party

Get Creative with Crunchy Tacos

When making crunchy tacos at home, try out some of these ideas that can add a bit of flair for the occasion:

Crispy Tofu Tacos – fill crunchy shells with fried tofu and add toppings.

BBQ Crunchy Tacos – substitute regular ground beef with barbecue.

Potato Tacos – made with mashed potatoes, cheese, lettuce and sauce, this one is great for vegetarians.

Fried Avocado Tacos – just like the crispy tofu tacos, also for vegetarians!

National Crunchy Taco Day FAQs

Are Taco Bell crunchy tacos gluten free?

Although they are made with corn and no gluten, Taco Bell crunchy tacos are not made in a completely gluten free facility.

Are crunchy tacos Mexican?

Crunchy tacos actually seem to have been created in the United States, likely by Mexican-Americans.

Do crunchy taco shells go bad?

While they probably won’t be bad for you, they can certainly get stale.

What are crunchy taco shells made of?

Crunchy taco shells are made from limed corn flour, palm oil and salt.

How to make crunchy taco shells?

Crunchy taco shells can be made from corn tortillas that are either baked or deep fried.

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#Spicy Chicken Chipotle Pasta #Taco Soup #I prefer soft tacos #travel #USA #tex-mex food #restaurant #appetizer #entrée #National Crunchy Taco Day #NationalCrunchyTacoDay #21 March #original photography #summer vacation #Guacamole #fries #salad #tomato

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mewguca · 1 year

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me and the bestie

one day i was like. hmmm enot has an egg. eggcat egg. egg friends? they're maybe a bit more like frenemies...? eggcat is kinda just. dragged along into enot's shenanigans. they are extremely silly...

my enot is some sort of horrifying :3 x3 lol random creature stuck in 2011 that thinks it can befriend basically anything. they wanna be friends with everyone (to mixed results)

ik canon enot is flirty or whatever but i just find the concept of this horrifically silly being trying to befriend everyone very goofy and funny

they saw eggcat and were basically like: "ur my friend now! we're having soft tacos later:3"

eggcat used to be a normal size btw.

enot shrank her specifically to make her more throwable. throw ur friend!!!!

if enot picks her up they can functionally make her slime mold operate like a singularity bomb when thrown. you can literally just throw the "egg" like normal it still detaches but noooooooo throwing your friend is more fun i guess!!

i like to think enot can like bend reality but they aren't 100% aware of this? kinda like haruhi

friend delivery service

she tried once to demand her height back. it did not work. she got used to it eventually and actually kinda prefers being small now because she does not like conflict!!!

(this is small enough though please do not shrink her out of existence)

i think their friendship would be really funny have u ever had that one friend u pretend to hate and be mortal enemies with. its like that.

theyre kinda like a manzai comedy duo

(actually one of my friends kinda inspired this one he id very silly. hi julian ik ur not reading this bc i am too embarrassed to explain why this weird cat thing is speaking like katytehpenguinofd00m.)

idk why i gave myself brianrot over a one-off gag and made them actually friends but haiii

#rain world #egg art #eggcat #enot #inv #???#why does this stupid creature have so many stupid names #rain world oc #the egg duo #eggmoon oc

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boldlyvoid · 2 years

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designated and store with Eddie pls

STORE; Putting belongings in the other’s house when they spend the night, slowly taking over the space.

DESIGNATED; Saving the other’s seat in school/church/a restaurant.

All through high school, they were inseparable, they tried to match classes, sat together at assemblies and at football games and never missed lunch together in the cafeteria. Even after she graduated she would still try and meet him once a week for lunch, and he was still coming over to her house on Tuesdays for taco night.

He started sleeping over sometime in the summer between jr and sr year, her room eventually became the spot he’d crash instead of the living room couch. He moved in some PJs, a swimsuit, towels, a toothbrush, and his preferred shampoo… all so that he didn’t have to go home as often. That was before he had the van, so she suspected it was just him not wanting to walk 5 miles home, but then he got the van and it was like he was with her more.

And with the addition of the van, being his right-hand man was easier again. One thing she missed the most about school was the way he saved her a seat, in the auditorium and in classes without assigned seating. Everyone knew if Eddie was there that the empty seat to his right was for his best friend and not to even try and sit there. Now she has her name stitched into the headrest cover of his passenger seat so absolutely everyone knew it belonged to her.

He belonged to her.

He’s always loved her. ever since he was a little kid and their grade 4 teacher sat him beside her thinking that she could keep him in check… instead, he just made her giggle all the time and it got them both in trouble. She was good at keeping him on track and she taught him how to understand the lessons in his own Eddie way, she was able to talk back to mean kids and stupid teachers for him. She was his person and he loved her for always being there.

It’s her mom that finally asks them what the fuck they’re waiting for.

He’s over for the millionth Tuesday dinner with her family, scarfing down his 5th tortilla filled to the brim with homemade toppings. He sits to her left, she smiles at him, they giggle, they bump shoulders and she wipes sour cream off his cheek only to boop it back onto his nose.

“Can you just get married already?”

They both turn to her with equally shocked expressions and make the same exasperated laugh, “what?” She asks.

“You’re so in love with each other,” she wags her finger between them. “Your father and I were so sure you were sleeping together, years ago! It’s getting ridiculous that you’re not actually together.”

He’s stiff as a board in his seat, terrified that this is on the table now and she could not feel the same way and everything could be ruined right here and right now. He didn’t tell her about his crush specifically because of moments like this.

The not knowing kills him.

She turns to him with a soft expression, “I mean… I’m not opposed to dating you, I just didn’t think you wanted to?”

That snaps him out of his haze and he looks at her like she’s insane, “you know I have a crush on you, everyone in the fucking town knows, I thought you didn’t like me. You’ve never made it clear?”

Her mom laughs, “she doesn’t treat anyone on earth the way she treats you, how’d you not know you’re special to her?”

He shrugs, “she’s just wonderful like that, I thought.”

“Stop,” she gets so bashful from being complimented by him that she could explode. She loves doing things for him, like making lunches for him and buying him random presents and giving him love letters… she would give her life for him if need be.

“Sorry,” he smiles back at her the same way. like she hung the stars in the sky just to see him a bit better in the darkness. “I love you.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this at the dinner table,” she shakes her head as she leans in more and cups his face in her hands, pressing a kiss to his lips quickly.

“Finally,” her mom sighs as she sits back in her chair, content with her job well done.

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@ncsls0515 @stevesmunsons @reidsbookclub @wroteclassicaly @sweetyyhippyy @manuosorioh @mrs-dr-reid @k-k0129 @eddiemunson-rp

Eddie

@fightingdragonswithwho @kyomito @reidselle @venomsvl @nomajdetective @girl-with-an-orange-cat @blairscott @princesseddie

#eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4

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masterdizzi · 5 months

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Some more Superhero trio headcanons that no one asked for

Max and Surge's job is simple, they are the token city heroes who's job is to come to the rescue when somethings goes wrong in Starr Park. Surge likes the hype and fan attention, Max likes it too but her main mission is to expose Starr Park.

I don't headcanon her as a mistreated worker because she seems young in comparison to those who I group there (Pam, Gale, Bronsons) but she is aware of Starr Park's coverup and gathers clues from her rescues, donating them to Belle (no one knows about this side of her, not even Surge.)

Meg is an aspiring young hero who works at the agency with Max and Surge. She's too inexperienced to join them but Max is very fond of her charisma so she teaches her everything she knows in relation to hero work and rescuing while Surge teaches her everything he knows in relation to fanservise. Meg works at the agency as a repair girl and technical support agent but sometimes she goes off to join the others doing hero work anyway.

Meg often gets hurt, pushing herself or jumping into situations that aren't her business and this makes Max angry because Meg is like a little sister to her and Surge and they don't want her getting hurt.

Max and Meg have both never been to parties. Meg is never invited and Max never shows up.

I cannot stress enough how much I beleive that Meg is a horrible singer. Max on the other hand sings like an angel but is too embarrassed to do so most of the time.

No one knows what Max's real hair looks like aside from Meg, Surge, Janet and Fang.

Janet and Fang are Max's only real friends outside of the agency. Fang and her met at the studio and bonded over a funny movie they saw together but they drifted apart. Then once Janet arrived at Starrpark, the two met and Janet took a liking to her instantly. Janet had no real friends even within her large fanbase so Max was a breath of fresh air for her, that is when she met Fang and the three have been besties ever since.

Max is a lesbian, so is Meg, Surge is pan (or Bi, idk)

Max and Janet are usually very, ahem soft around each other but when it comes to competition, they completely ditch that in favour of their competitive attitudes.

Max is usually a good sport but when the sport revolves around racing, she instantly loses all humility and her ego expands. She becomes cocky and unnsufferable

Surge can alter his size

Surge has a mental breakdown if he is not invited to even one party

Surge is very popular and has built a concrete reputation as a cool guy

Surge is also an awesome singer but he prefers breakdancing

Max can dance but is hopeless at slowdancing, pray you never get invited to a Kertillian Max 🤭

Surge is the "cool big bro" of the group, Max is the mostly cool but kinda akward middle child, Meg is the charismatic little sister.

The three like to sing karaoke together, despite the fact that Meg's singing is earrape

Max likes tacos

Meg cries, like a lot She's very sensitive and easy to hurt

Max is socially akward and has a hard time communicating with people when under pressure.

#brawl stars #surge brawl stars #max brawl stars #brawl stars meg #starr park #brawl stars fang #brawl stars janet #janet x max

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lonelimbless · 6 months

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(Different anon, just wanting to clarify that real quick.)

This is mostly my own spin with some wholesomeness thrown in:

During Legends, Raymesis ends up teaming up with Rayman (hence why he's playable) in order to take Ales down, as he got quite enough of the dude.

Before Legends though, all the way back during Rayman 2 actually, Raymesis ends up befriending Dark Globox and at some unknown point also Glombrox. Despite being a seemingly big brute who likes to scare people, Glombrox was surprisingly the most level-headed of the group. Raymesis ends up actually prefering the hero-turned-criminal that was Glombrox over his original father (Mr. Dark). So Raymesis ended up getting himself and his two siblings some new frog friends. If you know that meme of a tired looking guy holding a gremling on a leash, that's pretty much Glombrox with the group, or at least most of them, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Glombrox and Tychon could enjoy just taking the day of and read or go explore some ancient ruins for lost knowlegde.

Zephyr and Dark Globox pretty much constantly encouraged each other's chaotic nature.

Raymesis mostly just rolled with everyone quite frankly.

At some point Tychon does end up getting a crush, this being on the princess Olympia, after she saved him by stopping a large ogre's fist with just one hand. Tychon ended up chatting with Olympia quite a bit, about her home of Olympus, her powers, why she was here and so on. She in return asked about a lot of the things Tychon had going on, true she wasn't booksmart like they were, but they were still curious which Tychon liked.

Zephyr meanwhile does end up getting a wholesome friendship with Tily the Fairy, both of them going around pranking people and causing mischief. This does help Zephyr slowly leaning more towards the good side of chaos. Zephyr does have to remind her that Dark Globox is not a frog to use as a bouncing castle from time to time though.

Rayman and Raymesis meanwhile becomes rivals/frienemis, but Raymesis would never admit to actually liking Rayman's company after all these years.

In the future, we're talking about post-Mini here, Mr. Dark returns to the group. Raymesis, after both meeting Glombrox and teaming up with Rayman is kinda hesitant to return to his side. At first they team up, but it's actually Glombrox and Zephyr who decides to make a change here; first with Glombrox beating Mr. Dark to a pulp after getting enough of his ego ruining everything they planned and just overall not liking the guy, and Zephyr who when later on Mr. Dark is near-defeat asks her to open a portal to get him out of there, she refuses which ultimately leads to Mr. Dark dying. (I was also thinking Ly the Fairy, but i thought Olympia would be more interesting, unless you want me to elaborate.)

For a moment they don't know what to do with themselves, but as time passes, they end up actually prefering to live without Mr. Dark. Tychon does eventually leave the group, deciding to move to Olympus with Olympia, while Zephyr ends up becoming Voodoo Mama's new assistant. Raymesis stayed behind with Dark Globox and Glombrox though, the three of them turning one of Ales' old hideouts into a new house. Raymesis still keeps in contact with his siblings to this day, and while he still doesn't wanna admit it, he's thankful that Rayman won that battle all those years ago.

Oh, this is very wholesome indeed...

Besides some things that I wanted to clarify is with that battling Mr Dark is much more of a team effort and I'm not too sure if I want Tychon to have a crush on Olympia, perhaps just have her as a friend or what not. Other than those, this is such good stuff.

I especially enjoyed Dark Globox and Zephyr being chaotic buddies so here ya go. I might draw the rest soon. And I think I'll rename Dark Globox into Maddox, to fit in with the group.

They're having soft tacos later ✨/ref

#rayman #[ loneart ]#[ reply ]#zephyr #dark globox #maddox #also ik he looks different im not used to drawing globoxes #or frog based characters in general

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vince-ebooks · 2 years

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I'm only two days into playing Coral Island and my love for Rafael is so strong it pulled me out of a decade-long writing hiatus. enjoy this very self-indulgent Rafael x reader fic ehehehrheah;dfa (tw; gore mention)

Alakazam!

“Look, even the twist on Coral Stars was less predictable than this one. That jump scare totally didn’t ge-”

Rafael shoves a fish n’ chip into your mouth and ignores your comment. You shoot him a look briefly, but Rafael watches on, totally in his element. He steals a fish n’ chip for himself as the masked magician on-screen levitates his next hapless victim into a wood chipper.

It’s a muggy summer night, and while everyone is piled up at Fishenchips, Rafael invited you to watch his favorite horror movie -- Alakazam -- at the blacksmiths’. What you expected was going to be a goofy, bargain-bin slasher turned out to be an absolute gorefest. Rafael hugs you a little tighter as the two of you slowly sink into the covers. He tucks his head under your chin, his eyes glued on the screen. His jet black hair is soft and smells a little sooty. He grabs your hand unconsciously as the masked magician on screen wrings the absolute life out of a police officer on the scene.

“Didn’t you say it was your fourth time watching this movie?” you say.

“My idea of excitement,” Rafael responds, shrugging slightly. You never would have guessed this in the one year you’ve known him.

Looking to find a way to crack open a mysterious geode you found in a trash can, you happened upon the blacksmiths’ shop -- and there was Rafael, stacking fuel into the furnace, just noticing you walk in. “Can I help you?” he spoke up softly. He turns towards you. “Oh, you must be the farmer that just moved in. My name’s Rafael. My brother Pablo and I run the blacksmiths’ shop here. Nice to meet you!” His voice was deep, but welcoming; his face was worn slightly from working all day.

“Nice to meet you too!” you said. “Think you could crack open this geode I found? From, uh, from the mines.” You wipe a little bit of soda gunk off the rock sneakily and hand it to him alongside some gold coins.

“Sure,” Rafael said. He places the geode on the anvil and swung his hammer with a practiced fluidity, as a painter would his strokes. The geode cracked open and revealed insides lined with a purplish-blue metal.

“This-” Raf gasps in excitement, “-this is tevandium! The metal used to craft the Ironeye Hammer!” Your eyes meet Rafael’s; they are glittering at the discovery, the bags under his eyes disappearing under his grin. He clears his throat, and proceeds to hand the geode to you. “Here, this is yours. If you want to craft a new tool out of it, let me know!”

You take the geode, glance at it, and then back at him. He’s blushing, embarrassed at getting so giddy with someone he met mere minutes ago. Chuckling under your breath, you speak up. “Actually, I was wondering if you could tell me more about this Ironeye Hammer. I’ve only read about it in passing in folk tales.” You patted the books in your knapsack.

Rafael lit up again. “There’s a lot to say about it. Been reading about these magic tools since my father started teaching me smithing. Maybe, uh, we can talk over some sashimi? I’ll even let you try the anvil yourself.” His muscles rippled as he tried to suppress his overexcitement again, and his neckline glistened with sweat. “I would love to,” you said.

Something between you two began to click.

Since that day, you’ve hung out with him every day. You read him the romance novels you brought from Pokyo as he cleaned the moss off the gravestones in the morning, shared tacos with him at Emma’s truck in afternoons, helped him load logs into storage some nights.

Even his brother Pablo began to notice the change in atmosphere every time you barge in the blacksmiths’ spot with a bag full of geodes. “He’s not the kind of guy that goes out of his way to go out, y’know?” he remarks. “Always staying inside, always preferring the quiet. But he’s warmed up to you. You two make a real good pair. Inseparable, even.”

Rafael’s hands are tough and calloused from working the anvil and furnace all day, but his fingertips fit seamlessly between yours. It’s a familiar feeling, and you relish in it, curling your body around him just a little more. The credits roll as the camera pans across a trail of blood and corpses.

“So, what’d you think?” Rafael sits up to look at you. You struggle to express how surprised you are that such a quiet, kind-hearted man could enjoy a movie like this. How, honestly, you didn’t pay much attention to the movie because between the muggy weather, the furnace in the shop, and the snuggling under the covers, you almost fell asleep from how cozy you were feeling. How familiar and real of a feeling this was, and how grateful you were that it was just the two of you, holding each other.

So you pull Rafael into a kiss, instead. Taken aback for just a moment, he follows your lead, cupping your face as the two of you melted into each other. You feel Rafael blushing. Was it the heat? Was it your odd timing? Was it just something about Raf that made him so endearing? You push the thoughts aside as your lips part as Rafael pushes in, tongues dancing like embers.

Rafael sat at the edge of the lake, opposite Alun-Alun plaza and away from the New Year’s Eve festivities. Taking in the quiet flow of water, he twiddled with a small tool in his hands. The frigid air was brisk, and Rafael could feel his heart beat. He liked the cold, no ‘unbearable Summer heat’. Stars speckled the night sky as the moon shone over the healing lake shrine.

“Hey, there you are! How’s the party going on over there?” He brushed some snow off of his beard and adjusted his puffy jacket.

“Almost twisted an ankle, but I won the sack race! Loser’s bracket, at least,” you said with a scoff. “I’m challenging you to a one-on-one before the Cherry Blossom festival next year.” You shared some sashimi and green tea and sat next to him.

You didn’t know how long the two of you relaxed by the shrine before Rafael blurted out, “Can I kiss you?” You almost didn’t hear it at first, but you did hear Rafael gulp out of nervousness, his gloves rubbing together. He turned toward you, his ears red from the cold and snow-tipped. His expression appeared almost concerned that he had said the wrong thing, his mouth twisting into a pout, ashamed at his curtness. “I- I mean, if you…”

As you lean in, his embarrassment cleared away immediately as your lips met his and tongues danced like embers. Right on cue, fireworks popped in the sky like crystals, and you felt as though you and Rafael were breaking something brand new, wide open.

You both pull away from the kiss, breathless. Just the same as it was the first time. Rafael wraps you in for a hug, bringing you back to reality.

“Really sets the mood… my idea of excitement, for sure.” You flash Rafael a wry smile. Rafael’s eyelids are getting heavy, and so are yours. “Wanna watch another next week? Got a month before late fees,” he says behind a yawn. “Sure thing, Raf,” you yawn back. Rafael pulls the covers up, and you sneak in one last kiss before the two of you drift off on the couch.

#coral island rafael #coral island #rafael #writing #fanfiction #coral island game #if you are reading this i need you to know. that writing is Not My Strong Suit #especially not romance #very ham-fisted this #anyways pleaaaaaase plesea plasease talk to me about this man i am so down bad thank you. for coing to my TED talk #tw; gore

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