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intothewings · 5 months

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Hi! Sorry if this is annoying, I’m shy and didn’t want to come off anon.😭 but I’be been following you for so long and love your blog. I’m going solo to Hawaii in February and I’m curious about what foods you think I should try? Thank you in advance. 🌴

Hii! You are not bothering me, thank you so much for following my page!<3 I will just share the things I like to eat and you can keep what sounds good to you. :)

I mostly eat Borinki food at home, which is Puerto Rican-Hawaiian fusion cuisine. I have some favorite fusion restaurants, but I'd rather not publicly disclose their names. If you're interested, I can share them with you privately!

Other than that I like

Manapua: steamed bun stuffed with filling, you can get pork, chicken, fish, sweet beans, veggies, sweet potatoes, or a mixture. My favorite are the spicy chicken and sweet potato or the plain vegetable from Sing Cheong Yuan, it’s a Chinese bakery in Honolulu.

Spam Musubi: spam sushi!! It’s two pieces of fried spam, usually teriyaki flavor, with sticky rice in the middle and wrapped in nori seaweed. I go to Musubi Cafe Iyasume, they have a few locations on Oʻahu and a variety of flavorful spam marinades and condiments from scratch. I get the teriyaki spam with avocado, they are $3 each!

Huli Huli Chicken: chicken marinated in soy sauce, brown sugar, ketchup and pineapple juice. Really good and flavorful, most times this is the chicken that goes into the Manapua with veggies. I like it best that way.

Hawaiian chow mein: regular chow mein with light teriyaki sauce. I eat it with pickled pineapple and coconut shrimp. You can get it at almost any food truck on Hawai’i for 10-15$, they give a big serving with lots of vegetables. I always have leftovers.

I also like Lo’i Feke, which is Tongan🇹🇴, not Hawaiian but you can still get it on Hawai’i.😋 It’s tender chunks of octopus that get made with coconut cream milk and red or white onions, then cooked in an umu, which is a Polynesian earth oven. It’s often served with sweet potato or yam and I get a tortilla.

Furikake Mix: You can get it at snack shops and sometimes 7-11. It’s a sweet and salty baked mix with chips, cereals, pretzels etc and tossed with soy sauce, butter, and furikake rice seasoning (fish flakes, salt, herbs and seaweed)

Sweets

Fruits!!!: lots of fruits that you can’t really find on the mainland. It’s probably like 50% of what I eat, I’m obsessed with Haleʻiwa Bowls too when I have time to get there, or else I just make my own smoothie bowls. For fruits I love starfruit, abiu, dragonfruit, lychee, longan, mangosteen, passionfruit, star apple. Most fruit stalls/groceries have regular fruits too like apple, tangerine, banana, mango, plum and pear. I make korean hwachae once or twice a week if I’m home, which is a bowl with chopped fruit, milk and a carbonated drink. I do strawberry or banana milk+wild bill’s cream soda and put in lavender and hibiscus flowers for antioxidants! It’s my favorite thing to eat!

Fruit Sandwiches: I go to Mana and get the strawberry banana Oreo sandwich or blueberry marmallow sandwich. I eat them on the beach all the time.

Shave ice: Like a snow cone but 100 times better. I’ll eat any flavor any time any day lol. It was started by Japanese immigrants but there’s so many varieties now because all of the different ethnic groups. My favorite is my grandpas recipe from Puerto Rico, it’s made with Coquito, cinnamon, sweetened condensed milk, fresh strawberry syrup and a sweet Polynesian spice blend!

Haupia: coconut jelly pudding dessert or coconut cream jello bar. It’s a firm jello texture and served in a square.

Butter mochi: like a Hawaiian blondie with butter and coconut.

If you're on Hilo side, go to Three Ladies mochi! They make the cutest mochi and they taste better than in Japan in my opinion.

This is just stuff I like to eat. I rarely eat fish or red meat. I don't advocate for the consumption of raw fish, like poke, oysters, squid, or sea urchin like uni/kina, as it tends to make people unwell. Personally, I avoid ingesting raw meat, fish, or sea creatures myself because of parasites and intestinal worms. 😬

You'll discover way more cuisine from Polynesia and Asia once you get here! I suggest trying hole in the walls or food trucks for the most enjoyable meals, they’re often more affordable than upscale establishments and a great way to support locals.

I hope this helps. Please be kind to the land and wildlife, good luck on your trip!<3 :)

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cartoonsbyandie · 2 years

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10 People You Want to Know Better

Tagged by @marshmallowgoop! Thanks so much! ;u; Showing my RP blog roots by breaking out OOC icons aren’t I

Relationship status: Single.

Favorite colors: Red and turquoise! Though really I think I have stronger feelings towards color combinations than individual colors, like blue/brown and black/gold.

Favorite foods: Slushies and crab legs came to mind first, which really are on opposite ends of the price spectrum ain’t they. Also breadsticks and fish sandwiches!

Song stuck in your head: Neon Moon by Brooks and Dunn of all things. Also Glimpse of Us by Joji.

Last thing you Googled: Not counting that I just googled ‘Neon Moon’ for the last question, apparently it was “Pretzel bun.” It was for a drawing. .w.;

Time: 9:30.

Dream trip: I’d love to visit Japan and buy all the Conan merch but I’d want to be able to speak Japanese at least somewhat before I really considered it, and I’m really lazy and intimidated by that. Would love to visit New York City again though! I’ve been twice and I love it there. London might also be fun to visit at some point.

Last thing you read: Uhhhm. I guess discord messages.

Last book you enjoyed reading: Manga does count, right? Because otherwise I don’t think I’ve read a legit only-text book in years. Anyway, probably the Legend of Zelda Phantom Hourglass manga! I also managed to snag all four issues of Zombiepowder for dirt cheap and read through it one night, though I’m not sure ‘enjoy’ is the right word. It was interesting at least!

Favorite thing to cook/bake: Uhhhh. Steaks, I guess? I’m not very good at cooking them.

Favorite craft to do in your free time: YO MARSH THOSE AMVS COUNT AS ARTISTIC EXCUSE ME-- Ahem but uhh. As far as crafting goes, I’m getting into customizing Funko Pops! I’m so happy with the two I have right now and I have two more in the works! Even if I have very little time to work on them. :’)

Most niche dislike: If someone’s putting an image into literally anything, and I can tell that they’ve stretched it out to make it fit in the space. I don’t mean that they’ve taken a really small image and enlarged it (though that also looks bad bc it’ll be all pixelated), I mean it’s only stretched in one direction, like they tried to make a square image fit in an 8x10 space and take up the entire thing. It looks bad. It always looks bad! It would look less bad to just let it stay square and not fill the entire space! And I see it so often it drives me insane how someone can look at that and think it looks okay. I’ve had it done to my own art and logos before! It drives me NUTS.

Opinion on circuses: Never been, I don’t think? If I have I don’t remember it. I’ve only ever seen one at big theme parks and there’s stuff I’d rather do more than check out the big top tent.

Do you have a sense of direction: LOL not really. GPS is my best friend.

Tagging: Dunno who all has been tagged so I’ll go with my last few followers that I’m able to tag! @brofenare, @overlord-pupper23, @lackadaisically-m, @paraniodarchive1996, @detective-kyria, @airu27, @one-whole-rat, @dontknowwhatimdoingblr, @lostsomewhereinthegarden, @lullaby-art

#not art

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ladynoirist · 1 year

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I posted 5,448 times in 2022

That's 4,713 more posts than 2021!

207 posts created (4%)

5,241 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@chatonnoir

@nothing-particularly-exciting

@gentil-minou

@ladyofthenoodle

@passionfruitbowls

I tagged 2,836 of my posts in 2022

Only 48% of my posts had no tags

#ml spoilers - 241 posts

#adrien agreste - 216 posts

#ladynoir - 204 posts

#spy x family - 175 posts

#lisays - 173 posts

#ml season 4 - 129 posts

#chat noir - 96 posts

#ml season 5 - 92 posts

#spy x family manga - 91 posts

#love square - 75 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#they sent the showrunner death threats over their ship which was very blatantly meant to be a rebound and nothing else and lasted maybe 3 ep

My Top Posts in 2022:

it's a straight up miracle that ml is a coherent and enjoyable show despite jeremy zag doing his level best to literally blow it up to smithereens in every possible aspect with his incompetence and ego. i want to say i'm astounded that morons on here and twitter are twisting themselves into pretzels trying to pin the blame on thomas instead of jeremy, but this is honestly par for the course with the collective brain worms disease that infects social media and especially the saltier and whinier parts of this fandom. also it's painfully obvious to anyone with a brain that a good 75% of the drama that thomas "caused" on twitter with snark about chronology/releases/writing/censorship/abruptly shortened story arcs was him having to cover up for jeremy's idiocy and greed to keep himself from being fired from his own show, but then again expecting a functioning brain cell is too much from most of you i guess.

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adrien at the end of penalteam: now that's what you call a CAT-HAS-TROPHY!!!

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literally everything about this episode was so perfect but the fact that they even recreated my favorite blink-and-you-miss it detail

and made it BETTER by including the guy's legs dangling from the ceiling in the same shot... i will never not be obsessed with this series

821 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

saw a post earlier today saying that twilight's real name might be james, since anya was subject 007 and bond (and bondman) is bond and that would complete the set of references, and i'm pretty sure endo said yor's name is short for "yolanda," which i googled just now and one of the first examples of notable people on the wikipedia page was

i think there might be something to this theory

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My #1 post of 2022

ladybug refuses to dm chat noir as civilians for the longest time and she claims it's for identity and security reasons but actually it's because she subconsciously knows that if they can text outside their suits she would send him six hundred cat pics a day all captioned "this u"

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nancypullen · 14 days

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Sunday Evening

I'm stretching out the last minutes of this day because I don't want to face another work week. Not because it's horrible, but because this weekend was so much fun. We drove up to Lancaster, stayed in a gorgeous hotel on Penn Square, spoiled ourselves with room service, and just had the best, most relaxing time. On the morning of day one we roamed around the city of Lancaster, spending a good amount of time at Central Market - sort of a huge farmer's market inside a historic brick building. It was hoppin'. Think of any tasty treat, from freshly churned butter to exotic spices and you can find it there. Amish bakeries rubbing shoulders with Cuban spiced meats, Irish stew served up in a booth next to Polish pierogies - you get the idea. Several local dairies offering raw milk, tempting cheeses of all sorts, logs of flavored butter,and so on. The aroma of the baked goods made Mickey weak at the knees. It was so crowded that we didn't even stay for lunch. We wanted to, but decided we'd keep exploring. So we did. I was surprised that Lancaster had such a young, hip vibe. I'm not sure why I expected it to be more staid and full of white-haired folks like us. It's a beautiful city of gorgeous old buildings housing cool new stuff. I loved it. This is a view of Central Market from our hotel room.

Anywho... We hopped in the car and headed out for Intercourse. Get your mind out of the gutter. Intercourse, Pennsylvania along with Bird-in-Hand, and Strasburg are all towns east of Lancaster that offer a peek into Amish life and lots of wonderful garden centers, farm stands, quilt shops, etc. I'm waiting for some of Mickey's photos of the beautiful Amish farms (every one neat as a pin), buggies traveling up and down the roads, and the stunning countryside. I spent a lot of time exclaiming, "I want to live here" Think Tyler and Jamie would drive an extra hour to see us? It's so beautiful. I did snap a few photos. We pulled in to take a peek at the library in Intercourse and I enjoyed the parking lot...

Reserved parking for library patrons...please clean up after your horses. I'll take their horse poop over our bedbug books any day.

We traveled through covered bridges that led us to pretty towns,

and it seemed like we bought a snack at every stop. There is no shortage of tempting treats in Amish country.

ON day two we explored Lititz, Ephrata, and the surrounding area. Mickey wanted to pop into the nation's oldest commercial pretzel factory - it's in an old stone building in the middle of Lititz.

So we had lunch on this street...

and then walked right around the corner and found the Julius Sturgis pretzel place.

Mickey chowed down on a fresh hot pretzel and I picked up some snacks to take home. I mean, how often can you buy dark chocolate dipped pretzels shaped like a horse and buggy?

I'm barely scraping the surface of the fun that we had. We made numerous stops at garden centers and greenhouses because my husband is nice enough to hit the brakes every time I gasp, "Plants!" My favorite stop was a big Amish operation named Reiff's. They had the healthiest plants I've ever seen, all grown in their greenhouses that looked like showrooms. The prices were rock bottom. I filled the back of the SUV for $21. Herb plants were just 99 cents! I also picked up some extra bee balm (always trying to lure more hummingbirds and butterflies) and odds and ends. Their displays were so unique. Check out the succulents growing out of this old sofa.

It's kind of equal parts pretty and creepy, isn't it? Like you might see it in an a creaky old mansion occupied by a witch. This chair is less creepy.

I could have spent hours at Reiff's. While I walked through the greenhouses, Mickey was inside their store buying sauerkraut. He knows the way to my heart. He also bought a big ol' jar of their peaches. The orchards are right there and they boast acres and acres of peaches, plums, and apples. We brought home last summer's peaches and they taste like they were picked yesterday. Heaven! No heavy syrup, just delicious fruit. Does is sound like all we did was eat? I swear that's not how it went. We had a ball going town to town and admiring the picturesque countryside between them. I'd love to see it in every season. Did I mention I could live there? Real estate is quite affordable, just sayin'. Okay, I'm shutting up. I still need to paint my nails and get a few things ready for work tomorrow. I'll be back to share more when I can get my hands on some of Mickey's pretty photos. I'll close by saying that Lititz was my favorite town, the Amish have no fear of carbs, there is a peaceful magic afoot in that corner of Pennsylvania, and my husband is still my favorite travel buddy. It was a perfect weekend. More soon. I have a few long days ahead, but I'll meet you back here for a chat. Sending you lots of love and a sincere wish that the week ahead is a good one for you. Treat yourself kindly. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

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dreamingofimpalas · 16 days

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If you could relive any of your memories, which would it be?

Hello! This is a really unique question and I love this ❤️ Note that the images that I'm using in this post aren't mine, so they'll be linked to the images for their sources. It was really hard to choose which one because I have quite a few good ones, but there's one that keeps drawing me back to it...

If I could relive any of my memories, it would be eating cheesecake *cough*

Honestly, I would love to go back to Newport, Oregon with my mom and my dad. We used to go every year in September for my birthday, from about the time I was 11 or 12 until I was about 15 or 16; we used to pack lunches and drinks in a cooler, then play car games (more toward when I was younger; I wasn't really interested as a teen) or I would usually draw in my sketchbook and listen to music in the back of the car. I also always brought my Nintendo DS Lite with me, changing between Pokémon or Mario games.

Newport is located near the ocean, so the air is crisp, salty, and cold (and, unfortunately, smells like fish in certain areas because of the docks and fisheries that are there). Unfortunately, I never actually got to go into the city portion of Newport, but I'd love to make that my next trip (after the Twilight Festival this September - woohoo!). I believe I've also been out to Agate Beach a few times, too. The docks are referred to as 'Sea Lion Docks' because, of course, they're constantly visited by Sea Lions. 🦭

There's a Ripley's Believe-it-or-Not Museum, an aquarium, some restaurants (seafood is a must, of course), a sweets shop called Doodle Bugs, and several other places.

Doodle Bugs has always been my favorite place to go and I literally refuse to leave Newport if I haven't stopped by 🤤 They sell so many different things — Saltwater Taffy, huge spiral rainbow suckers, chocolate covered pretzels, fudge squares, ice cream, coffee, and more!

So, all in all, I think this would be the perfect memory (—ies) that I would relive if I had the chance. Maybe with the twist of going into the city, because I've always loved to explore ❤ Thank you for your ask (and sorry about the long winded response)!

#non fandom #asks #fabulousnomatterwhat #newport oregon #doodlebugs #personal #memories #traveling #favs #this is me

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estel-eruantien · 3 months

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2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

28. five songs to describe you?

32. top five favorite vines?

38. lemonade or tea?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

55. favorite fairy tale?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

62. seven characters you relate to?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

70. left or right handed?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

94. favorite season?

THANKS FRIEND!!!

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2. chocolate bars or lollipops? CHOCOLATE!

7. earbuds or headphones? Headphones!

8. movies or tv shows? Movies! My husband and I have a big movie collection! (mostly horror movies, surprise surprise lol)

9. favorite smell in the summer? Summer rain <3

12. name of your favorite playlist? I bounce between my playlists depending on my mooood! It's either my "not Jesus heavy metal" playlist, my "not your classic worship music" playlist, OR my "villain songs for *inspiration*" playlist!

13. lanyard or key ring? Lanyard! I wear a Power Rangers lanyard to work every day :)

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? I actually read The Hobbit as a school book! It's easily one of my favorite books ever!

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? I love a classic pen and paper writing for ideas and whatnot, but for a story/fanfiction? I gotta type it to actually make sense of it all!

28. five songs to describe you? BET Sunshine by Beartooth, I'm Born to Run by American Authors, Voices by Switchfoot, The Beauty Between by Kings Kaleidoscope, and The Jig is Up by Ice Nine Kills

32. top five favorite vines? "Hello?" w/water bottle, "the power of God AND anime on my side", "I won't hesitate BITCH", *dancing by the piano GETTING LIT*, and "IS THAT A WEED?"

38. lemonade or tea? Lemonade all the way!!!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Cardigan or jean jacket!

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? I feel like the expected answer is superhero, but I'm a fantasy bitch all the way!

55. favorite fairy tale? I'm sure I have one, but I can't really think of any at the moment

58. four talents you’re proud of having? I'm a photographer, a writer, an animal-whisperer, and I'm really good with children :)

62. seven characters you relate to? OH MY GOD Ziggy Grover (of course, Power Rangers), Merlin (Merlin), Adam Stanheight (Saw movies), Bridge Carson (Power Rangers), Evra Von (Cirque du Freak), Merry Brandybuck (LOTR), and Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

64. favorite website from your childhood? Disney Channel or Meez!

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? I don't like most of the weird "limited edition" flavors of coca-cola!

70. left or right handed? Lefty!

73. favorite weird flavor combo? Sour cream and onion pretzels with cheese!

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? Potato squares! (also called home fries, I think!)

85. fairy tales or mythology? Mythology! My witchy ass wants to learn it all!

94. favorite season? (lmao my first thought was "of Power Rangers?") Spring! I love them "in between" seasons :)

#about me #fun facts #thanks!!!#mutuals #personal #i am a nerd

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sirgiant-blog-blog · 1 year

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Oh, what fun!

Have you ever received a photo from someone, maybe on your phone, and the first words you said were, "Oh, what fun!"

Or maybe that was your reaction to a friend telling you a story about a recent adventure.

Maybe it was a photo of someone you love who lives far away. Maybe it was a story of someone you love who is much older now.

Maybe it is about building a snowman, riding a water slide, or sharing a horse on a carousel.

I bet when you hear those stories you smile.

I bet you go to that place and time, if just for a moment, in your mind.

Those "remember the time" stories are precious. They bond you with those in your presence whether they are included in the memory or not.

I bet you laugh when you tell those stories. I bet you touch the other person on the shoulder. I bet you glow inside. I bet they do, too.

When Alex was little, and riding in the passenger seat of our car, I would frequently tell him stories from my past. I was so pleased one day when he asked me to tell him 'another one.'

It meant he was listening. It meant he was 'with me' in his mind as I recalled whatever shenanigans I had been involved in when I was a kid.

I was always going for the laugh. Always editing out any stories of sadness or complete stupidity (a LITTLE stupidity was okay).

As an adult, Alex invited me to come along with him on his trip to New York City in 2016. He was 30 and I was 61 years old. We had been to the city in the past but Alex was always a child. This was the first time I was with him in New York as two adults.

We walked a lot. And I talked a lot.

I gave him the "Dad" tour.

I showed him where my favorite arcade was in Times Square, I showed him where Grandma stood in line to see Frank Sinatra, I showed him Washington Square Park and told him how I wanted to be the next great songwriter like the ones who frequented that park before they were famous, I showed him where his Grandpa worked when he was with the NYPD, I showed him where we stood to watch the Macy's parade, I showed him where I begged Grandpa for a sardine sandwich at Horn & Hardart's and then cried because it was horrible (hey, they said it was fish! I thought they meant TUNA fish!), I told him about the Polar Bear at the Central Park Zoo, I told him about the subway tokens, the vendors who sold salty pretzels, dirty water hotdogs, and Italian ices.

And, yes, when we went to McDonald's I told him that it used to be a peep show and, here comes the cringe, yes I had been there.

I really thought I had been reminiscing too much. At one point I thought, "Oh gosh. I hope I haven't been boring Alex with my constant talking."

The relationship between parent and child is so different when the child is an adult. I no longer held his hand as we crossed the street and maybe he no longer enjoyed hearing my "remember when" stories.

Later that afternoon Alex and I were in our hotel room and he called his wife. I sat by the window watching the 8th Avenue traffic from our fourth floor window. Alex sat on his bed and chatted.

I wasn't eavesdropping. But I heard him say the words, "I couldn't have asked for a better tour guide than my Dad!"

Wow!

I think I teared up. It was a wonderful thing to hear.

All my talking and talking and talking, that I thought was becoming a bit too much, turned out to be the "father and son" moment you only see in the movies.

When I share that story now, it brings a smile, and that warm expression "oh, what fun!"

Robin and I visited Helen, Georgia, a couple of years ago. It was just the two of us and I have such fond memories of that experience.

It's a Bavarian town. Or, at least, it's designed to LOOK like a Bavarian town. Living in Florida it is easy to be dissuaded from doing anything "touristy." But that day, in Helen, I was embracing my "tourist" identity! We both were.

Neither of us had ever been there. So we were creating a brand new memory. A future "remember the time" that only the two of us would share.

We visited the souvenir shops with the tacky t-shirts, the gimmicky snow globes, the "home made" jellies, and the glossy post cards.

We went to a German restaurant and, even though I don't drink beer, I ordered a beer and a large salty pretzel.

And, even though I grew up in New York and had seen those horse drawn carriages (often called the Hansom Cabs), I had never been in one.

But, there, in Helen, Georgia, I noticed a little sign in the window of one of the shops that read, "See Helen from a horse drawn carriage. Half-hour rides only $35."

The resulting ride was magical. It was everything you would hope for. Robin even got to feed a carrot to the horse when we were finished.

I took a video during our ride and there is more than one time in that video when you can hear Robin saying, "Oh, what fun!"

We are so familiar with the song, "Jingle Bells," that we often don't realize that the songwriter, James Lord Pierpont, was actually sharing with all of us a fond memory.

Try to read his words without hearing the melody:

"Dashing through the snow

In a one-horse open sleigh

O'er the fields we go

Laughing all the way

Bells on bob tail ring

Making spirits bright

What fun it is to ride and sing

A sleighing song tonight!

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh, hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh!

A day or two ago,

I thought I'd take a ride

And soon, Miss Fanny Bright

Was seated by my side

The horse was lean and lank

Misfortune seemed his lot

He got into a drifted bank

And then we got upsot

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh, hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh!

A day or two ago

The story I must tell

I went out on the snow

And on my back I fell

A gent was riding by

In a one-horse open sleigh

He laughed as there I sprawling lie

But quickly drove away

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh, hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh!

Now the ground is white

Go it while you're young

Take the girls tonight

And sing this sleighing song

Just get a bobtailed bay

Two forty as his speed

Hitch him to an open sleigh

And crack! You'll take the lead

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh, hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh!"

Whoa! What a story! And such great advice: "Go it while you're young"!

He's telling us that he had the time of his life with someone he had a special relationship with! He's telling us that, in spite of having a spill in the snow, the two of them were laughing! He's telling us that he and Fanny Bright were even making fun of the horse a bit.

This is a "remember the time" story! Every year we hear it over and over and we miss this story EVERY TIME.

Don't miss your own story. Don't miss your Grandma's story. Don't miss listening, sharing, laughing, maybe even feeling sad together.

Thanksgiving is Thursday. The people preparing that food, and that get-together, are doing everything to make it perfect.

You will be making memories and you will be sharing memories.

There will be footballs thrown, board games played, photos passed around, toasts made, cigars smoked, gardens visited, recipes shared, dogs stealing food under the table, and maybe, JUST MAYBE, someone will offer to take a walk with JUST YOU, or maybe a ride to the store with JUST YOU, or maybe even a ride in a one-horse open sleigh...with JUST YOU.

Oh, what fun.

I painted this using Procreate with the dry brush.

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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heyy do you think you can do a steve rogers x reader where the rest of the avengers try to matchmake them because everyone ships them (& everyone knows that they're both in love with each other besides themselves LMAO)? it would be EXTRA amazing if you could make it such that the reader is smaller/shorter than steve? personally really love the height difference in a relationship but if not it's fine too! thank you so much, have a great day ahead xoxo

Set Us Up

Warnings: 2455

Word Count: crude language, but mostly fluff

a/n: This took me a hot minute because I couldn't think of ways for everyone to try and set them up lol, but I think this is super cute! I hope you have a great day too!!

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"He totally has a thing for you! Nat, back me up." Wanda turned to the redhead.

You, Wanda, and Nat were supposed to be training. Instead, the two of them have been trying to convince you to make a move on Steve. As if that would ever happen.

"She's right." Nat replied calmly.

"Would you two stop gossiping and just train with me! Please!" You have never confirmed your crush on Steve, but that didn't mean your two best friends didn't know about it.

"Y/N, I'm serious. That man is crazy about you." Wanda tried again while Nat easily defended your attack.

"Wanda, he's my friend. That it." You refused to make eye contact, knowing she would she the longing in your eyes. Instead you kept advancing on Nat.

"Friends don't look at each other like that." Wanda smirked, knowing you'd fall into her trap.

"Like what?" You continued sparring with Nat.

"Like he wants to fuck you against any flat surface available." She stated matter-of-factly.

"Wanda!" You finally turned to her. Unfortunately, that was the point where Nat went on the offensive.

She easily tackled you to the ground, unable to stop her own momentum. She folded you like a pretzel, resulting in a very pitiful whine from you.

"Ow." You complained from the ground, not bothering with trying to get up.

"I know exactly what you need." Nat smirked devilishly. "Steve!" She called across the gym, only making you wince further.

"Steve! Can you do me a favor?" Nat asked the super soldier, knowing he was never one to turn down a friend in need.

"'Course, what do you need?" He made his way across the gym to where you were still sprawled out on the mats.

"Y/N just took a pretty bad beating. Can you help her stretch?" Her and Wanda wore matching smirks despite trying to hide them. "I'd do it, but I promised Wanda I'd help her with something, and we have to go now."

Steve barely had time to respond before the two women were making their way out of the gym.

"Hey, Y/N." He greeted you kindly, looming over your body which was still on the ground. "Are you okay?"

You huffed, glared at the door where your friends just abandoned you, and then smiled at Steve. "Yeah, Wanda just distracted me and you know what that means when you're sparring with Nat."

He grimaced slightly, imaging the beating you just experienced.

"I've definitely been there." He gestured for you to put your foot in his hand. "Here, give me your ankle."

You followed his instructions, lifting your left leg until he grabbed onto your ankle. He slowly pushed your leg forward, helping to stretch your hamstring.

You couldn't help but laugh at the way he had to bend over slightly to fully push on your leg.

"What's so funny?" He tickled your leg before gesturing for you to switch.

"Nothing. You're just really tall." You snickered again at his hunched over frame. Your foot didn't even reach his hips, meaning his back was arched at an odd angle to give him the correct leverage to help you stretch.

"Maybe you're just short. Ever think of that?" He raised a brow, dropping your right leg back to the floor. "C'mon, give me your hands."

You raised your arms up like a petulant child, knowing he would have to bend down to reach your hands.

He rolled his eyes at your childish behavior, but ultimately bent down to grasp your hands. He pulled you to your feet a bit too harshly causing your body to stumble into his.

Your head landed squarely against his chest, really showing off the height difference.

"See," he put a hand on top of your head. "You're just short."

You shoved him slightly, backing away from his warm body. "That may be true, but that doesn't mean you can go around saying it." You playfully glared at the much taller man.

"I'm sorry. Come with me, I'll make you a smoothie to make up for it."

Despite your best efforts, you couldn't keep the grin off your face.

"Deal."

You just knew Nat and Wanda would be all smirks when you inevitably filled them in on this whole encounter.

"Who moved all the mugs?" You muttered to yourself. You spent the last five minutes standing on the tips of your toes trying to reach the mugs that, for some reason, had been move to the very top shelf.

Then you spent another five minutes looking for the step stool you kept in the kitchen.

You were about to resort to climbing on top of the counter when Steve walked into the kitchen.

You didn't even have to ask for his help before he was walking up behind you and reaching for a mug. His body briefly brushed against yours as he pulled the mug from the shelf, plopping it down on the counter in front of you.

"Thank you." You smiled at him, unsure if you could form any additional words.

"Anytime, short stuff." He smirked.

"Hey! It's not my fault someone felt the need to reorganize the cabinets." You whined. "Who does that?"

"I think it was Tony." He chuckled. "He said something about helping two idiots realized they're in love." He shrugged.

"That man is so weird." The two of you laughed, completely oblivious to Tony's plan.

"You ready to go, punk?" Steve could tell just by the look on Bucky's face that something was up.

"What did you do, jerk?" He eyed him suspiciously.

"Nothing!" He quickly looked down the hall, knowing you and Sam were supposed to emerge any second.

"Sam! You promised you would take me to Coney Island today!" You followed him down the hall, not realizing Bucky and Steve were already in the living room.

"I know, but I can't! I have to fix my wings." He glanced at Bucky conspiratorially. "Tin man, Tony said he needs you in the lab. Something about updating the tech in your arm."

Bucky looked back at Steve.

"Sorry, man. Gotta go." Bucky went to leave, but turned back before he made it out of the doorway. "Why don't you and Y/N go?"

"That's a great idea!" Sam added on. "You two go have fun."

The two of them ran from the room together before you could protest.

"Looks like it's just you and me." You smiled at Steve, grabbing your purse and heading for the door. "You coming?"

"Definitely." He smiled right back at you before leading you to the car.

The car ride took a while, but it felt like no time at all while talking to Steve.

"What's your favorite part?" He gestured to the park map as the two of you walked in.

"I've actually never been before. That's why I was so bummed when Sam said he was busy." You looked around the park entrance, taking in all the bright colors and happy people.

"I'll just have to show you all of my favorite parts then." He smiled at the look of wonder on your face, slowly reaching for your hand.

"I'd like that." You bit your lip nervously, butterflies swarming in your stomach when he took your hand.

He showed you around the entire park, starting with the rides. You went on every ride you could, only stopping when a fan asked for an autograph or a picture from one or both of you.

"Those are all the best rides." He smiled confidently.

"Really? No ferris wheel?" You pouted a bit. "I've always wanted to ride a ferris wheel."

"Don't worry, we will." He grabbed your hand again. "It's better to save that for the end of the night. Right now, it's time for games."

You couldn't help but smile at his antics. He genuinely looked to be having the best time in the world, and you honestly felt the same way.

"Lead the way."

The two of you made your way to the arcade, where Steve let every kid beat him.

His face lit up with joy watching them celebrate beating Captain America at various carnival games. When the game seemed unbeatable, he would win and let the kid choose a prize.

At the last game, he whispered with one kid as you looked on suspiciously. The little boy grinned, nodding his head in complete seriousness before turning back to the game.

When Steve won, the little kid smiled bigger than anyone else had all day. Steve walked back over to you with an enormous gray teddy bear.

"Your losing streak ends." You gestured to the bear.

"Yeah, well little Michael over there said I needed to win a prize for my pretty friend. He said he'd throw the game for me." He spoke with complete seriousness, causing you to giggle.

"That might be the cutest thing I've ever heard." Your face was the epitome of heart eyes as you looked between Steve and the bear. You pulled him into a massive hug before finally stepping back and trying to calm down.

"What's next?" You grabbed the bear, holding it tightly in one arm.

"Food!" Again, he held your hand as he lead you around the park.

He walked with you along the boardwalk, pointing out various spots to get different foods. Some had been there since he was a kid, others were clearly newer.

"This used to be my favorite." He smiled fondly looking at the Nathan's Famous sign.

"Well then, what are we waiting for?" You walked confidently up to the window only to realize you had no idea what to order. "Steve! What should I get?"

He laughed at the panic on your face. Without even realizing, he put his arm around your shoulder, drawing you closer to him. You went easily, leaning into his touch.

"Can we get two Coney dogs and a large order of fries?" He asked the attendant taking orders. "Do you want anything to drink?" He looked down at you as though this were an everyday occurance.

"A slushie!" Your eyes went wide, a giddy kind of excitement growing in you.

"And two cherry slushies, please." He fished out his wallet with his free hand, still holding you close.

You moved to get money as well, but Steve shook his head. "This one's on me, sweetheart."

You all but melted at the pet name, hiding your smile by burying your head between your bear and his chest.

You signed a few more autographs and posed for more pictures while you waited for your food. A little kid came up to the two of you just as your order was called.

"I'll get it." You gestured for him to talk to the child.

"Captain America!" The little girl smiled widely when Steve crouched down to talk to her. "Are you on a date?"

Steve's face reddened at the question, but it made him think. "You know what, I think I am." He shook his head when he finally realized that Bucky and Sam set the two of you up without either of you realizing it.

"My mommy's gonna be sad. She said you're really handsome." The little girl laughed.

"Well, she's right. He is really handsome." You whispered conspiratorially as you returned with the food.

The little girl laughed before running back to her mom.

"C'mon, we can go sit on that bench." Steve gestured to an empty bench overlooking the beach. The two of you joked and laughed while you ate, but Steve couldn't stop thinking about the little girl's question.

"It's beautiful." You looked out over the sand. The sun was low in the sky, reflecting off the water.

"Breathtaking." Steve agreed, his eyes focused on you rather than the view.

"It's later in the day. Does that mean it's time for the ferris wheel?" You smiled widely, a common occurrence for the day.

"Yep. The ferris wheel is the very last thing to do before leaving." He threw away the trash from your meal before taking your hand in his.

"Why's that?" You looked up at him curiously.

"It's slow enough for you to enjoy the ride, even after eating. Plus, you get the best view from the top when the sun is setting." The two of you stood in line as he explained his reasoning.

"I guess you really know all the best tricks." You smiled at him, hugging the bear to avoid any embarrassing actions.

"Not really. Just the old ones." He joked.

"Steve Rogers! Did you just joke about your age?" You gaped at him playfully.

"Hey! If I can't joke about your height, you can't joke about my age." He pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense.

"I guess that's fair." You nudged him with your shoulder, but he remained solid as a rock.

The two of you sat next to each other in the cart, placing the stuffed bear across from you.

"You were right. This is an incredible end to a marvelous day." You looked out over the park, taking in the pink and orange hues from the sunset.

"Y/N... I think Sam and Bucky set us up." He looked at you nervously.

"Yeah, they did a great job of it too." You replied easily, having realized much earlier than Steve what was going on.

"You're not upset?" He questioned, a confused look on his face. You decided to respond with an unfamiliar amount of bravery.

"Steve, I had an incredible day. The only way I'd be upset is if you didn't kiss me at the end of it." You smiled shyly.

"What if I kissed you now, even though it's not technically the end?" His smile matched your own.

"That'd be okay too."

"You both leaned in, meeting in the middle for a soft and romantic first kiss. His lips moved against yours as if they were made for each other.

"Steve?" You pulled back for air.

"Yes?" He smiled blissfully, forehead still pressed against yours.

"I think we're the idiots in love with each other." You whispered softly, thinking back to what Tony had said.

"I think you might be right."

He smiled, pulling you to kiss you again.

"Steve?" You pulled back again, a bright smile on your face.

"Yes?" His eyes remained closed, just breathing in the moment.

"The ride is over..."

His eyes snapped open, a blush painting his cheeks when the ride attendant awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Sorry!" He jumped from the ride, grabbing the bear in one hand and you in the other.

"Where to now?" You questioned, laughing as he pulled you through the park.

"Home, so I can end this date right."

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jewels2876 · 3 years

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Peanuts and Cracker Jacks

A/N: I couldn’t leave Bucky and his adorable family out of today’s Food and Drinks theme for all of the HBC! Thanks to the OG @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Word count: 547

Also using this to fill my square for @star-spangled-bingo: Cassie Lang

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x reader - Also adding this to my little ‘verse here

Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Bianca held onto your hand as Shawn and Spencer tried to race ahead. “Boys! Stay close, please.” You turned towards Bucky, who had Rebecca riding on his shoulders. “Will you say something to them?”

Bucky grinned and hollered. “Barnes boys assemble!” They stopped midstride and ran back to their dad, matching grins on their faces. “So are you ready for your first baseball game?” The boys cheered, along with Bianca, while Rebecca simply took in the surroundings. You and Bucky quickly found your seats in the outfield and settled in, the kids sandwiched between you. Shawn and Spencer wiggled in their seats while Rebecca sat on Bianca’s lap. The game was already underway, in the bottom of the third inning, and the batter from the home team had just hit a hard line drive, sending two guys around the bases. People cheered the two runs, including Shawn and Spencer.

The game was uneventful for the next twenty minutes; Shawn and Spencer had taken to running up and down the aisle of seats. “Maybe they’ll pass out on the way home?” Bucky told you. You snorted as Rebecca settled into your arms.

“And maybe they’ll wake up just in time to catch a second wind and not go to bed,” you countered with a grin. You watched as Bianca started waving frantically at people behind you. “Bianca, who are you waving at?”

Scott Lang and his daughter Cassie appeared. Bianca squealed at her favorite babysitter. “Mom, can I sit with them please?” You shot Scott a look to check with him.

“What do you think, peanut? Should Bianca join us? I mean, I did buy the biggest sized popcorn just for us,” Scott teased. Cassie grinned and held her hand out for Bianca.

“Of course!” Cassie answered. “If that’s okay with Mrs. Barnes?”

You feigned shock. “You want to take my most well-behaved? Aren’t Shawn and Spencer a better deal?” Bianca groaned and rolled her nine-year-old eyes at her mom. “Yes you can go; behave.” You pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and watched as they fell into seats just three aisles down from you. Bucky got up out of his seat to stretch; Shawn and Spencer ran at him full speed, ramming into his legs. He gasped before looking down at his sons.

“I’m not your speed bump,” he joked. “How about we go get a snack? Popcorn? Hot dogs? Peanuts? Cracker Jacks?”

“What the heck are Cracker Jacks, dad?” Shawn asked while Spencer tackled Bucky’s legs again. Bucky picked Spencer off of his leg and took a hand of each boy and walked with them towards a food kiosk.

“It’s caramel popcorn, with peanuts mixed in,” Bucky explained before stopping at the end of the aisle. “Doll what do you want?”

You looked at Rebecca in your lap with a grin. “Hot pretzels for us please!”

Four hours later you were tucking the two boys into their beds. Rebecca was already passed out on her new big girl bed and Bianca had asked to read before she went to bed. Bucky tucked Spencer in while you tucked in Shawn.

“What did you think of the game today?” you asked Shawn. He yawned and smiled, patting his belly, looking very much like his father.

“The food!”

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fromasgardandback · 2 years

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Holiday Markets

Clint B. x Reader

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Clint lived in the middle of no where on a piece of farmland. This meant that when the town got together for Christmas, it was a blast to see all the neighbors coming in and bringing their small trinkets to sell. But this year, I decided to stay with Clint in the big apple at the Avengers Tower. It was a nice change in scenery for the both of us and it meant we got to enjoy Christmas festivities in the city. One thing that I missed the most was the Holiday Markets in the town square. Then Clint told me that some areas in the city in different park locations, they did have Christmas markets. This made my day even more spectacular.

It was a week before Christmas and the time spent with Clint could not have been anymore perfect. He was the perfect boyfriend, and even better father. His kids were staying with his ex-wife Laura back home, while we were here. They came to visit last week to spend time with his children, which turned out to be the best time for me as well. Clint and I still had to do some Christmas shopping, that did include little items for his kids. The day started by going to Rockefeller Center to check out the tree and have breakfast while people watching. Dating the Hawkeye meant that sitting on high ledge tops and over looking the views was the only option.

Next the two of us went through the different markets. However, being during the work day, Union Square Park was the only one open with vendors at the time we went. We found some cute things for stocking stuffers and some little trinkets for his boys.

“Babe! What about these socks? Aren’t they the cutest. Little bow and arrows. I am so getting this for you.” I smiled paying for them.

“Baby, whyyy.” Clint whined.

“Because I love you and you’re the bow to my arrow.” I kissed his cheek sweetly. Chuckling we decided on going back to the Tower after shopping to drop the bags off, rest for a little bit, and have lunch.

Later that night we headed out to Columbus Circle for the second Holiday Markets. This one had chestnuts roasting, popcorn stands, sweet pretzel stands, and hot chocolate carts. We grabbed a hot chocolate and a sweet pretzel to share while walking around.

“Oh! Baby, wouldn’t Lila love this?” It was a hand-knitted hat in her favorite color that matched with fingerless gloves. One thing that I picked up on was that as she got older, she loved matching her clothes and looking fashionable, but not girly. That was my style as well.

“Yeah. She’d really like that.” Clint smiled, kissing me softly. I kissed back, slightly pushing him aside.

We went through the rest of the market finding some other things before leaving and walking home. It wasn’t that far of a walk. It was nice to be able to enjoy this time with Clint knowing that it comes and goes so often with his work.

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” Clint smiled down at me.

“Hmm. No, I don’t think so.” I giggled leaning into him.

“Well then. Let me remind you. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He kissed me on my forehead, nose, then lips.

Christmas in the city with my love will be a Christmas to remember.

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myaekingheart · 4 years

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I think one of the most overwhelming things about dealing with the holidays while battling an eating disorder is the sheer volume of dessert stuff that friends and family pawn off to you. It’s like I’m super grateful, of course, but there’s just so much and I feel obligated to eat all of it to the point where I either binge or have a panic attack because it’s just an overwhelming amount of chocolate-y shit and it feels like I have a limited period of time to eat all of it and it’s just...eek fuck can we not

#like i shit you not #there's a tub of homemade cookies as well as cookies from the hotel my parents stayed at plus chocolate covered pretzels #two bags of andes mints a bag of ghirardelli chocolate squares three chocolate bars #two bags of m+ms a box of swedish fish #and the peace de resistance: an entire chocolate pecan pie #which is fine like that's my favorite but it's a whole fucking pie #on top of everything else #and my boyfriend is going to eat almost none of this shit bc he's not a huge fan of sweets #so eating it all is resting solely on my shoulders and i just hnngggg the panic is real like can we please not #because i don't want to waste all of it #i don't want this shit to go bad #because it's just SO MUCH CANDY JFC #like hi i'm having an existential crisis/ED breakdown SEND HELP #and the worst part is that they don't even realize this is stressful for me #my mother just thinks she's providing for me and loading me up with happy holiday shit #but IT'S SO DAMN STRESSFUL #like hot damn send help #tw: eating disorders #ramblings

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sarahwroteathing · 3 years

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Take a Chance (2)

[Sam Wilson x Reader]

Word Count: 1062

Summary: Sam draws you out of your comfort zone to spend an evening with the team.

Warnings: Vague social anxiety

A/N: Look at me posting twice in a week! Wack. Chapter 1 if you missed it

@star-spangled-bingo 2021 Square Fill: Cuddling

That weekend, after much coaxing (whining), arguing (complaining), and outright bribery (outright bribery), Sam convinced you to spend an evening with him and his fellow Avengers. A hard won victory considering you generally spent any time off as far away from the compound and all associated individuals as possible.

“You are going to owe me at least ten favors for this,” you sighed when Sam met you at the elevator, tugging self consciously at the hem of your skirt.

“And here I was about to tell you how nice you look. I’m gonna owe you favors for hanging out with me?” Sam offered you his arm with a curious smile, and you took it without hesitation, eyes still flashing around the room, cataloguing the showroom- esque furnishings and the impressive people they supported. Bucky and Steve lounging on a couch, beers in hand. Clint sprawled on the floor, apparently already asleep while Wanda tossed pretzels at him. The relative relaxation in the room didn’t ease your tension in the slightest.

“You’re gonna owe me favors for making me come back here and spend my day off with people who probably consider themselves my bosses,” you corrected in a low voice, flashing a smile and wave at the few calls of greeting your entrance had prompted.

“Oh trust me, nobody here is stupid enough to try bossing you around,” a new voice cut in, making both you and Sam jolt in surprise. Natasha materialized at your side, linking her arm with yours in a familiar way Sam wasn't sure your relationship warranted. “Steve might even be scared of you.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “He is in no way afraid of me. What am I gonna do? Write a strongly worded email?”

“He’s impressed by you. Which I think is the closest he gets to being scared of someone,” Sam said, not missing the pleased little smirk that flickered across your lips for a moment.

“You been bragging on me, Sam?” you asked, leaning your head on his shoulder and fluttering your eyelashes in a way that made his stomach flip despite your teasing smile.

“Constantly,” Natasha answered as she started to steer you towards the low couches on the right side of the room.

“Interesting.” You dragged Sam along with you, keeping a firm grip on his arm to avoid separation. “And here I thought all he did was complain about how much time I spend at work.”

“He does that too,” Bucky mumbled from his place on the couch, leveling a baleful look at Sam. “It’s annoying.”

“It is annoying,” you agreed, earning a begrudging nod of approval from Barnes before Steve hopped up from his seat with a polite smile.

“It’s nice to see you out from behind the desk though. Thanks for joining us.” He offered you his hand, but Sam slapped it down.

“Man, you’re not interviewing her. This is a movie night.”

Steve held up his hands in surrender, an annoyingly knowing smile on his lips.

“Fine. Plenty of food and drinks on the table. Help yourself since manners are off limits.”

Sam rolled his eyes and followed you to the table as Natasha shook a dozing Clint awake.

“What movie are we watching?” you asked quietly, nudging Sam gently as he poured your drinks.

Natasha is the one who answered.

“We’ve been doing a tour of the genre classics. Tonight is the original Friday the 13th.”

“Brace yourself for Kevin Bacon in tiny red shorts,” Clint said with a yawn. “It's a lot to handle sober, so I suggest drinking. Heavily.”

“Can’t be any smaller than the blue ones Steve used to wear,” Bucky commented mildly. “But maybe the tights helped.”

“Wait - ”

“What?”

“You have no proof,” Steve responded smugly.

“I’m sure some of those posters survived.”

“None that made the shorts obvious.”

“There will obviously be some in-depth internet searching after this is over, but let’s focus up. We’ve got a movie to heckle,” Sam cut in as you tugged him onto an empty couch with you.

There was a chorus of sighs and vague shuffling as everyone claimed their spaces and settled in.

Under different circumstances, Sam might have considered this a successful movie night. Clint and Natasha offered well-timed commentary, and Steve and Wanda’s purposefully stupid questions made even Bucky laugh. But while you smiled along and responded cheerfully to any comments directed your way, you never seemed fully engaged. Your posture just a bit too stiff, laughter coming a beat too late, like you weren’t sure it was welcome. Like you didn’t know it was Sam’s favorite sound.

You were out of your element here, far past the bounds of your comfort zone, and it showed. But it was a sacrifice you were making for him, because he wanted you here, because he’d asked.

Most days, Sam couldn’t tell whether you liked him the way that he liked you. He still couldn’t. But maybe you being here meant something. So he decided to try again.

Sam carefully slid his hand into yours, keeping his eyes fixed on the screen as another camp counselor met a grizzly fate. He caught your glance in his peripheral vision but didn’t turn, keeping his demeanor casual and calm as your fingers laced together and you scooted closer on the couch.

“All the things you’ve seen, and scary movies can still getcha, huh?” you whispered, giving his hand a squeeze.

And no that wasn’t at all why he wanted to hold your hand, but it was hard to correct you when you were looking at him like that. Your eyes were sympathetic, smile comforting, as you reached to press his hand between both of yours.

“Guess so,” Sam answered evenly, thoroughly enjoying the way your thumb stroked gently over his wrist.

A conspiratorial spark flickered into your eyes and you leaned a bit closer.

“As long as you don’t sleep with Kevin Bacon I think you should be fine.”

“Damn. There go my evening plans.”

There was a laugh, a genuine one, sudden enough to make you snort as you dropped your head against his shoulder to muffle the sound. Sam grinned as you made an effort to calm yourself. You turned to face the movie again but stayed nestled against his shoulder, giving his hand another squeeze when he tilted his head to rest it against yours.

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We’ve got these two crazy kids cuddling, and that’s what I call PROGRESS. What’s the mood? How are we feeling about their prospects? What would you like to see from them?

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sisterspooky1013 · 3 years

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Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 13

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

She twists around within the confines of his arms and nuzzles against his neck. He smiles, pulling her closer as early-dawn light seeps in around the blinds. She hums contentedly, wiggling against him, and he pulls in a deep breath, flexing his hips gently towards her with a sigh. Pulling her head back, she looks at him with a sleepy smile.

“Hi,” she says softly, her fingers grazing over his bare back.

“Hey,” he replies, “I have to say, I much prefer that morning greeting to ‘what the hell?’”

Her smile widens.

“You might also be a touch confused if you went to bed alone and woke up with someone beside you,” she says, though not defensively.

“If I went to bed alone and woke up with you next to me, the only thing I’d be saying is ‘praise the lord,’”

“I thought you were an atheist,” she retorts, her hand sliding down his back until it slips just under the waistband of his boxers.

He shrugs. “It’s a figure of speech.”

“Well, speaking of the Lord, I told my mother I’d go to church with her this morning, so I’ll have to kick you out shortly,” she says, fingers brushing against the tops of his ass cheeks and effectively waking up his dick.

“You said you’re Catholic, right?” he asks, and she nods. “I think you may have some things to confess, Ms. Scully,” he continues, bringing his own hand to her panty-clad backside and pulling her against him so she can feel him growing hard.

She smiles mischievously at him. “That I do, thanks to you,” she says.

“So how does that work?” he asks, “forgive me father, for I have sat on a man’s face?”

She laughs out loud, a true guffaw, and shakes her head at him.

“They really don’t like you to get that specific,” she answers, “more like...engaged in sex acts outside of marriage, fornicated, euphemisms like that.”

“That’s too bad,” he says, slipping his hand under her panties at the leg so he can squeeze her bare ass cheek, “I’m sure those poor priests could use come juicy confessions to break up the doldrums of celibacy.”

“Mmm, I’m sure,” she says, digging her fingernails into his flesh.

He kisses her, chastely at first, the sleep-warm smell of her intimate and comforting at the same time. When he brushes his tongue against her lips, she pulls back.

“I have awful morning breath, Mulder,” she objects.

“So do I,” he replies, kissing her again, and this time she lets him.

They paw gently at each other, slow and sleepy in their exploration. His hands drift up under her oversized T-shirt to touch her breasts, and down over the smooth skin of her thighs. She trails her fingers over his bare torso, dancing along the hem of his boxers, brushing over his erection through the cotton. They sigh and kiss, a soft moan occasionally escaping when something feels especially nice. He tugs at her panties and she pushes them down to her knees, then scissors her legs until she kicks them off. Her leg falls open as he touches her softly, not with a goal in mind; touching just for the pleasure of touch. When he slips a finger inside, he groans at how wet she is.

“Mulder,” she says breathily, her lips close to his ear, “let’s have sex.”

He feels a surge of blood flush into his already stiff cock.

“Are you sure?” he asks, slowly pumping his finger in and out.

“Very,” she answers, her voice catching.

“Do you have a condom?” he inquires, praying that the answer is yes.

She pushes his hand away and rolls on top of him, kissing him and flexing her pelvis against his as she reaches into her bedside drawer. Finding what she was looking for, she rolls back to his side and holds up a black square with a smirk.

He pushes his own boxers off quickly, then moves to hover over her. Tugging at the hem of her T-Shirt, he waits while she sits up enough for him to pull it off over her head, leaving them both naked with him cradled between her thighs. They resume kissing and he can hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper as she tears it open, then feels her hands stroking him lazily before the cool latex touches the head of his cock. She rolls it down his length expertly and continues down to cup his balls, giving them a soft tug that makes him groan. Next he feels her grip his shaft, positioning the tip at her opening before her hands come to rest on his sides.

He slowly pushes into her, listening and feeling raptly for any indication that he’s hurting her, but soon enough their bodies are flush, his scrotum pressed against her ass with every inch of him tucked inside. She is tight and hot around him and he stays still for a moment, their lips brushing together softly. When he slowly pulls back and pushes into her again, they both moan as her back arches off the bed, her head dropping back against the pillow. He begins a slow, languid rhythm as they kiss, her hands scraping over his back and her legs wrapping around his hips.

“You feel so fucking good,” he professes against her ear, and he feels her throb once around him. “Can you come like this?”

“Probably not,” she breaths, “but that’s okay, it still feels really good.”

“No, tell me what you need,” he whispers into her neck, sucking at her earlobe.

“Maybe,” she says hesitantly, “if you lay behind me, kind of spooning.”

He withdraws from her and rolls on to his side, pulling her back against his chest. He touches her breasts for a moment and then slides his hand down to push her leg up, hitching her ankle behind his knee.

“Like this?” he asks, reaching between her legs to press the head of his cock against her opening as he routes inside.

“Mmmmm, yes,” she moans, and he resumes a steady pace as his fingers find her clit, gently circling.

He threads his other arm under her, crossing it over her chest so he can cup her breast, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She gasps, and he feels her clench around him again, the sensation incredible both physically and mentally. She moves her free arm back to rest on his ass, squeezing and encouraging him as he thrusts into her. They are entwined like human pretzels, hands working as he moves within her, her head turned up to find his mouth as they kiss and touch and fuck slowly and quietly, save for the occasional moan and the wet slip of her as he pumps in and out. When she stops kissing him, just holding her open mouth against his, he keeps his movements consistent, knowing she’s close.

“Oh yes, oh god, don’t stop,” she keens, and he feels his balls tighten in anticipation.

She pulls in a big breath and holds it, her body going rigid. Then she lets out a long, low moan and he feels her clench tight around him before erupting into rhythmic throbs. It feels so amazing that he soon follows her, clutching her to him as his orgasm takes off just as hers is coming down, their shared release a cacophony of muted groans and declarations to deities only one of them believes in. They stay there entangled as he slowly slips out of her, kissing her neck softly.

“I need to take a shower,” she says regretfully, “gotta get ready to go confess what we just did,” she adds with a squeeze to his arm, and he chuckles.

“Okay. I’ll call you later?” he replies, standing and stepping into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

“Please do,” she says, stretching before she rises from the bed herself.

He pulls her into a hug, already missing the feeling of her nakedness against his own.

“Say a few Hail Mulder’s for me, would ya?”

She pulls back and smiles up at him. “Of course.”

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She sits between Missy and her mother in the pew, Charlie seated on the other side of mom, as Father McCue delivers his Sunday sermon. Though they have varying levels of belief in the religion they were raised with, Bill being the most devout and Dana a distant second, Maggie Scully lives for the Sundays when one or more of her children attend mass with her. The fact that all three of those who live locally made it today has her in an especially good mood, which is why she doesn’t seem to notice her daughters whispering in the pew beside her.

Missy keeps glancing over at her surreptitiously until finally Dana turns and gives her a pointed look, eyebrows lifted expectantly.

Missy glances at mom to ensure her attention is on the pulpit and then leans in close to her sister’s ear.

“You had sex, didn’t you?” she says in the softest of whispers, and Dana shoots her a look.

“We are in church, Melissa,” she whispers back, shutting down the conversation.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Missy retorts haughtily, and Dana jabs her in the ribcage with an elbow. Missy winces, then adds “see you in the confessional, Sis.”

After mass and the confession booth, where Dana admits to fornication and impure thoughts (so many, many, impure thoughts), they head to Mom’s favorite little cafe for Sunday brunch. The place is bustling at noon on a Sunday and the three Scully children and their mother are cloistered tightly around a small round table, munching on omelettes and sandwiches.

“Dana has a boyfriend,” Missy says flatly during a lull in the conversation, and Scully shoots her another look.

“Nice,” Charlie says with very little interest, but Mom is looking at Dana with a wounded expression.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone, Dana?” she asks with furrowed brows and a frown.

“It’s very new, mom. Nothing serious.” Even as the words leave her mouth, she knows it’s a lie; her feelings for Mulder are anything but casual, even if she’s not quite ready to admit it yet.

“When will we get to meet him?” Maggie asks next, and Dana sighs.

“I don’t know, Mom. Like I said, it’s pretty new. I’m not going to accost him with a family gathering anytime soon.”

“Well, tell us about him, then,” she prods, “what’s his name?”

Scully cringes. “Um, his name is Fox Mulder.”

“Fox? Like the animal?” Charlie asks with a dopey smile, suddenly deciding to engage in the conversation.

“Yes, Charlie, like the animal,” she replies with an irritated tone, “but he doesn’t like to be called by his first name, he just goes by Mulder.”

“You call your boyfriend ‘Mulder’?” Charlie teases, and she sets her jaw, glaring at him.

“I’m sorry, Charlie, what was the name of that trashy woman you brought to Easter dinner last year, Bambi?” she says with a cutting tone. Charlie stops smiling and narrows his eyes at her.

“Her name was Fawn. It’s a totally normal name,” he says dejectedly.

“That’s enough,” Maggie declares, shooting a look at Missy who has been giggling through the entire conversation. “I’m glad to hear that you’re dating, Dana,” she says, placing her hand on top of her daughter’s on the table. “When you’re ready, I’d love to meet him.”

Dana gives her a tight lipped smile and a nod, and they continue their meal in relative peace.

After they’ve parted ways at the restaurant doors, she is walking the two blocks to where she parked her car when she passes by a sidewalk cafe. She does a double take when she spots Mulder at one of the outdoor tables, a smile immediately curling the corners of her mouth at the sight of him. She walks towards the table and is about to approach him when she stops, realizing that he’s not alone. He’s seated with a woman with long, dark brown hair, and the way he’s smiling at her makes Dana’s stomach turn.

She steps behind a parked car and watches them for a bit, noting the casual way he touches her hand on the table top and the familiar crinkle at the corner of his eyes that is paired with an affectionate gaze. It is unmistakably the look between two people who are more than just friends, who know each other intimately. She feels nauseous, her heart pounding in her throat as they stand and he pulls her into a tight hug, rocking slightly as his hands brush over her back. They are starting to separate and she can see that he is tilting his head to kiss her so she looks away, not wanting to see. She stumbles to her car, tears breaking free and slipping down her cheeks. Once in the driver’s seat, she lets the sobs overtake her. She feels betrayed, and stupid, and guilty. Stupid because she should have known it was too good to be true and she fell for it hook, line, and sinker. Guilty because she deserves this, after what she did to Ethan. Reap what you sow; isn’t that what she’d been taught as a child?

Maybe it was all for nothing after all. Maybe she ruined her life and a potentially happy marriage for a man who saw her only as a conquest. She sniffs hard, wiping away her tears, and collects herself. Buckling her seatbelt and starting the ignition, she drives home. Once there, she gets to work ridding her apartment of any signs of him. She strips her bed, washes her sheets, throws away the still damp toothbrush he’d just used that morning. She removes him from her life once again, a life that will start over fresh tomorrow; starting over seems to be something she’s becoming an expert at as of late. She just hopes that one day her new beginning turns into something she can hold on to, and that this painful cycle of hurt and healing will eventually stop.

#the x files #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #gillovny #msr #sculder #x files fanfic #alternate universe

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xninetiestrendx · 2 years

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Thank you @whatwouldmickeydo for making another fun tag game and also @energievie for tagging me 💜happy friday

Name you think is cool (NOT YOURS): Ahava

Favorite kind of tree: Lemon Tree 🍋

Last thing you ate: These candies my mom makes of a melted rolo’s between 2 little square pretzels

Quick! Find a cute picrew and link it here: this one

Something that brings you joy right now: the excitement over planning my vacation

Recent fic that you enjoyed: I’m rereading ‘the stranger in my brothers bed’

Enemies to lovers or friends to lovers?: friends to lovers

Favorite scene/moment from your current hyperfixation: “I love you. I love you.” scene

Name a song: Atlantis by Seafret

Favorite pair of shoes: the slippers I got for Christmas

Aquarium or museum: very hard to pick but I’ll say aquarium 🐡

Second favorite movie: Where The Heart Is❤️

There’s a package on your doorstep! What do you hope is in it?: cute stickers, handwritten letters

tagging: @xgoldendays @smokey-mickey @sluttymickey @bravemikhailo @gallavichsbitch @squirrelfund @squidyyy23 @iansw0rld @shameless-notashamed @milkimick @milligar @look-i-love-u @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @lethargicmick @heymrspatel @buffymilkovich @suzy-queued @suchagallabitch @gallawitchxx @celestialmickey @y0itsbri and anyone else who wants or here’s some flowers 🌼🌻💐

#tag games

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greenduvet · 3 years

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Comfortably Numb

This is based loosely, on the song Comfortably numb by Pink Floyd! I’d give it a listen with this.

Wc: 1.1k

Peter was used to this. Feeling numb. He was on his own and didn’t belong anywhere or with anyone. But he had grown used to this. He thought when he joined the X-men it would change, and it did for a while. He wasn’t as alone. But things slowly went back to the way they were. He didn’t feel needed by them. He didn’t fit in. Kurt seemed less interested in hanging out with him. Everyone was in their own worlds.

But It all suddenly changed when you popped into this life. He had noticed you walking out of a coffee shop, he stopped in his place and just started at you. Maybe it was the way you had your Walkman on, or the way your hair looked. Peter had to stop and just stare. The way your eyes wrinkled as you were smiling from the song and warm coffee. He knew he had to get to know you, get into your head. ZOOM and he’s in front of you. Silver hair immediately bringing you out of your music, coming from your headphones.

“Um, Hi.” Peter says and starts to shrink into himself. ‘Wrong first impression’ he thought.

You smile widely at his hello. “Hey there, I’m Y/N.” You step slightly to the side to clear the way for people needing to pass by. He follows suit and you hold out your hand for him to shake. “Did you come by to get a coffee? It’s so good here I could suggest some things.” Your words are going in one of his ears and out the other. He was slipping into you and your smile. And your coffee obsession.

6 Months Pass By in a fly

You and Peter had grown conjoined at the hip. Best friends. Partners in crime. Confidants. Peter had trusted you enough to tell he was a mutant. The fact you stayed by him and didn’t think he was a “mistake” (as he often called himself) made him fall deeper in love with you. Of course he could never confess his feelings. Peter couldn’t lose you. He felt so much. He wasn’t just numb anymore. He felt wanted and fit in with you.

Peter had been quiet for too long. He wasn’t bouncing around either. “Hey,” You poke his cheek “earth to Maximoff.” You call off trying to break him from his thoughts. He blushed and quickly snapped out of it.

“I want to do something special with you today.” He said suddenly. You looked over at him. He had seemed so nervous and out of it this past week. You knew either he was keeping something from you or was out of it. Or both. “I’m taking you to the arcade. And I’ll buy you a pretzel. But you gotta win me at Pac Man first.” Slowly his smug grin returned to his face.

You had begged Peter to let you two drive to the arcade instead of speed there as usual. “Please I want to spend more with you, Plus I just did my hair!” Your puppy dog eyes had won him over before you had used them. You for sure had a hold on him.

“Fine. Only because I don’t want to be seen with someone with messy hair,” he teased and you rolled your eyes playfully. Today would be fun.

After a car ride with singing along to only the best Pink Floyd songs and a ton of Peter’s air ”guitaring”, did you two arrive. It was pretty dead for a Wednesday afternoon. But that’s just How you two liked it. Peter quickly checked each mecheain to see if his high score was still on top. Of course it was.

“I wanna play Galaga first! Then Ms. Pac-Man!” You shout over the games and music with excitement. You were so happy to be here with Peter. He had understood you and loved your company. You had felt safe and vulnerable in a good sense with him. You felt as he did, so scared to lose one another and so in love.

“I let you win that!” He said to you laughing hard. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing as hard as he was.

“No way You sore loser! I won that fair and square! Now let’s go get that pretzel you owe me.” You two had been at the arcade for a few hours and hunger had taken over your moods.

As Peter promised you he had got your favorite, a pretzel with (Your favorite dip or drink). “Thank you Peter, this hit the spot. And being with you is always a great time.” You smile softly and look down at your pretzel instead of his dark chocolate eyes you adored more than anything.

He bit his lip. Biting back a million words he wanted to say to you. “Of course Y/N. I wouldn’t trade hanging out with you for the world. I just don’t know how you deal with a loser like me.” Peter looked down. He really wasn’t anything special. You deserved a better friend than him. Why you stuck around had him lost.

“Hey. Don’t talk like that please.” You looked at him, your heart breaking. You knew how hard Peter was on himself and it killed you inside. “Peter, you are the farthest thing from a loser. You are a fantastic, funny, sarcastic, lovable dork who I care about so much. It kills me to hear you talk and think so lowly of yourself. You are more than you know.” You finish and reach over slowly for his hand and he lets you.

He looks at you, his eyes wide and glassy. “You really think that highly of me? I’m a loser who sometimes helps out the X-Men.” He tries to brush you off but you won’t let him.

“But Peter that’s amazing! How can you not see that?” You grab both of his hands and look into his eyes. “Having you as my best friend for the last six months has made me, probably the best I’ve been in a long time. I wouldn’t trade our time together for anything. You make me so happy.” Before you know your eyes are tearing up and you're trying not to confess your love for him.

Peter takes a deep breath. One he’s been holding in for a long time without knowing. “I feel exactly the same about you Y/N. And more. You make the bad days good and the good days better. Can I..” He takes a deep breath. Now or never he thinks to himself. “Can I kiss you?” Both of your faces turn red. Hopefully no one was easdropping on your conversation in the mall cafeteria. You nod your head softly and Peter takes that as a yes and leans in.

And with one kiss everything changed. Peter knew he wouldn’t have to get comfortable being alone anymore. He had you. And whatever he felt by your side he knew you would go through it with you.

A/N: Hi ! I hope everyone is doing okay <3 This is the longest thing I’ve written yet and I really liked it! it started out as a vent piece and I feel writing it all out really helped me! I hope you all liked it Xoxo

#Evan Peters #peter maximof x reader #peter maximoff #quicksilver #xmen #quicksilver x reader #pink floyd #evan #AHS #x reader #oneshot #xmen x reader #xmen imagine #peter maximoff imagine #quicksilver imagine #peter maximoff x reader

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