#do you know what I mean like when all that weird food stuff and recipes out of toilets and things were popular
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For the prompt thing, may I suggest, "good morning sleeping beauty" with moon? I think it'd be really sweet to have y/n finally comfortable enough to sleep near moon and they wake up to see him next to them.
(also, hi bam!)
Moon-Centric | Wordcount: 1,018 | A03 Version
Adjusting to living with the Daycare Attendant was easy in some ways, odd in others, and in some cases: just weird.
You've gotten quite used to a few quirks or theirs, or simple things. Like remembering you're not alone in your apartment anymore when you suddenly hear the TV turn on to the news in the other room or the sound of doors opening and closing. Or the smell of food cooking (burning) when Sun decides to try a new recipe that he may have forgotten that your fridge is not an endless supply of ingredients and you do, actually, have to go to the grocery store to keep supplying his new hobby.
There's the whole showering situation. The laundry situation (they don't need clothes, per say, but one of the upsides of being free robots means they can dress however they like now, so their wardrobe is growing) and coming home to see that your furniture has been rearranged for a third time that week because the Daycare Attendant wants everything to look just right.
There's also the sleeping situation.
You mostly wake up to Sun in the morning. Unless you don't, and it's the middle of the night, and Moon doesn't know the meaning of 'personal bubble.'
One evening you wake up with a sore, dry throat, open your eyelids and find two bright red glows casting back down at you. "What the-"
A silicone-coated hand gently, quietly, comes over your lips. You are silenced, though still sending a glare, to the robot that hushes you, hovering inches over your face. Moon sits cross-legged on the bed, tall body hunched over your foam. His T-shirt brushes up against your bare arm. The bell of his hat rests beside your head on your pillow. This was the norm for him.
You glare up at him and talk through the fingers on your mouth. "Whattyadoing."
The Moon does not respond, but his smile and half-lidded eyes tell you its an obvious answer.
You blink through he bleariness and look to the clock. It's about 5AM, not the middle of the night like you thought, but the sun hasn't risen yet. The space behind your curtains is still a blue, purple of a day not born yet. "How long have you been like this."
"Only a few moments." He talks quietly, voicebox in a whisper. Any louder would disturb you, and he wants you to fall back asleep. "You were stirring."
You yawn, and the hand brushes down your chin and to your neck, and lingers there. The bed on your back and warm blankets are lulling, but the ache in your throat is becoming more noticeable as you breathe. "I need water."
"I can get it for you."
"No, it's fine." You grab his arm before he moves, and he stays. Though a dulled look comes across his face, he returns to hover above you. "Give me a minute. I should get up for the day about this time anyway."
Moon's face twitches. Obvious disagreement. But the hand near your neck returns just to brush the hair away from your face. "You are getting up early?"
"Yeah." You yawn, and stretch your legs under the blankets. Any moment now you'll have to bite the tired and sit up. "Gramps has doctor appointment at 8AM, and we're driving him. Might as well get some stuff done and ready before we go."
"Hmm." His thumb moves to your eyes, and you close them briefly as he thumbs away the sleepy bits in the corner. He does what Sun does all the same, greasy hair and dried drool on your face do not stop him from petting you, for some reason. It's a nice feeling, if not too soothing when you know you need to get up.
The Moon clicks dully, pulling at the skin underneath your eyes (dark circles, thin skin with taut veins from sleepless nights and days full of worry and agitation. ) before a soft grin stretches on his face. "Good morning, sleeping beauty."
You glare at him, blinking out of synch.
"I never tell you good morning." He continues, unphased by your less-than-impressed reaction. "I only tell you Good Night. My turn."
That was...correct. Moon was the one who followed you to bed, but never the one to wake up with you. That was Sun. You never thought to wonder if they'd prefer to see how it is to switch. "God, you're corny. I hate 'sleeping beauty.' Makes me cringe."
"I can use a different name I have for you." Moon's smile turns slightly wicked.
"Pass."
"I can try a different way-"
"I'm going back to sleep." With one swift motion, you pull the blanket up to your chin and turn away, back to the animatronics. "Wake me up in an hour."
A low, amused chuckle comes from the static voice box behind you, and the presence on the bed shifts, the weight moving as Moon's head comes down to your face directly. "I won't."
"Mean."
"I'll wake you when the sun rises."
You blow air out from your nose and onto his face. It swivels, the ball falling with it. "You're totally preventing me from getting my extra hour of sleep, by the way."
"A shame." Moon hums. The face disappears from your vision, and the darkness of the room is all you have to see. Against your back, you feel the bed shift, and an arm comes up underneath you. The covers are lifted (not like you didn't help with that) and the space behind you is occupied now. Your legs brush up against star-pattern pants, a metal arm secured around your waist. "We will make it two hours."
You realize with faint defeat that you never got your water, but you're already lulling back to sleep too late to try. "Don't make me late."
"Hush." The other hand finds its way over your eyes. Moon's faceplate rests on your head, his t-shirt presses into your back. "Good morning."
"G'morning." You mumble, shifting backward further into the animatronic, and letting your lingering sleep take you.
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—ONLY FOR YOU
pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader
summary: moose, mousse, basically the same thing, tastes so good, but so hard to make.. Carmy disagrees. apple donuts on the other hand, those were delicious. and conveniently easy.
contains: nothing but fluff, culinary inaccuracies, carmy teaching reader how to make apple donuts, aaaaandd reader is a bit of a perfectionist …
wc: 986
a/n: i literally pulled this shit outta my ass, lemme know your thoughts ! requested!
a/n 2: i thought this worked sososo well with carmy im so happy. i fucked up the end though zzz (requests r open !)
a/n 3: heres the link for the apple donut recipe !!
He made her feel alive. Made her think about how she should do her hair, what perfume to wear, how to smile, how to laugh, how to breathe.
It was random. Nobody intends to fall for someone so quick, however the only way out was to love. Or die crying.
[name] thinks its a universal problem. The need to be perfect for those you love, for those you want to love.
In doing so, making yourself perfect, you want everything to be perfect.
She became a chef because she loves food. Loves the simplicity of it, loves the complexity of it. Loves how feelings can be conveyed through it.
Which is what she is trying to do now: perfect the art of making a strawberry mousse.
It took a lot of tries, too many tries, and on the 8th [name] finally gave up.
She heaved out a sigh, placed her forearms on the kitchen counter and a bit harshly, dropped her head onto them.
She added everything. the egg whites, the yolk, the vanilla extract, the heavy cream, the—
“You alright chef?”
She opened her eyes but kept her head buried in her arms. But when she looked up, her face went blank for a second. Not knowing what to say.
“Yeah totally fine, just made a billion different flavored mousse for your birthday.”
“No, I wanted to confess to you using these stupid mousse, but it all went to shit.”
“No, I’m not okay; you don’t love me.”
“Yeah—I uhm, I’m fine I was just,” She finally stood up straight and was messing with her apron. “Messin’ with some stuff . . .”
Her head was lowered slightly. Picking at her lip with her nails as she tried to avoid his gaze.
She saw his feet carry his body to her. Was eye level with his chest when he was a foot away from her.
“Can I try em’?”
[name] paused. This is new.
For the past month or so, yes they’ve exchanged flirty conversations and teasing smiles and laughs, but not like this. Not so close, not so intimate.
She looked up and she felt as if the world was revolving around her for a moment.
“If you want to! I mean, it’s not really . . .” She paused. He was already reaching for a clean spoon, looking at her with those eyes.
“ . . . that good . . .” She finished. Right as he took, and ate, a spoonful of the strawberry mouse she made.
They both stood there. [name] was waiting for his reaction of the dish. And Carmy, he was trying to stop his mouth from watering.
“Not that good?” He said after recovering. “I—Chef this shit is amazing—”
He turned his head to the left away from her dish and suddenly they were eye to eye.
She could imagine, live in what his scent was. He’d smell of cigarettes and vanilla and cinnamon. A weird combination but [name] thought it’d smell good on him.
[name] opened her mouth about to say something then—
“Do you know how to make apple donuts?”
If she thought she was speechless now, [name] was more at a loss for words than she had ever been in her life.
“A—Apple donuts . . .?” She blinked. “Wh—huh?”
Carmen smiled.
***
They spent the past an hour finding, washing and cutting apples. They spent another hour prepping, and cutting flour to put into the apples.
“You’re telling me I have to cut a hole into this apple?”
“Well, that’s the idea, yeah,” Carmy confirmed. He took [name]’s hands in his and guided her. “Here, let me show you.”
Those were, the best hours of her life.
Sure there was sugar, cinnamon and flour everywhere, but it was fun. Refreshing even. To laugh and smile without a care in her heart.
***
The sun had set a long time ago, and it was just them, together in the kitchen. Them and kitchen filled with their smiles and longing touches.
Now, after hours of talking, they were cleaning the mess they made. [name] was doing the dishes and Carmen was cleaning the counter top.
She was rinsing the last dish when she heard Carmen clear his throat.
“Hey,” he said, “I was . . . thinking,”
[name] turned around from her place at the sink and met his eyes.
“Thats a first.” She smiled, teasing. “Thought you just do, not think.”
Carmen smiled and played with his knuckles, placing them on his lip.
“Okay, okay then uhm— would you like to go to dinner with me?” He questioned. Eyes never leaving hers.
“You know Bear,” She walked up to him and placed her hands behind her back. “I really thought you’d never ask.” She teased.
Carmy let out a chuckle and tried to hide his smile with his fist. “You—you’re really bold, you know that?”
[name] smiled and took his fist in his, uncurling his fingers and giving each its own kiss. “Only for you Berzatto.”
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TWST Valentines Cards 2023
Hell yeah, it's that time of the year again.
Going to make another post keeping record of this year's set of letters. Some cards haven't been found yet, so this post will be updated as I find more cards. If there is an asterisk beside a character's name, that means I only got the text itself but there may be errors and needs to be verified with the picture of the card itself. If any of you have pictures of letters that are either not there or need verification and don't mind showing to anyone, please send to me through DMs!
Since the cards freshly came out and some are still waiting for their own letters, all letters will be posted under the cut!
Riddle Rosehearts
My dear friend—
Thank you for the lovely sweets. I'll have them on my study breaks. If they're good, perhaps I'll set them out at a tea party. You'll certainly be invited if I do. After all, there's no rule that states you can't join.
Trey Clover
Hello, friend—
Thanks so much for the gift. It was exactly my taste, with just the right amount of sweetness. I can tell you thought a lot about what to get. I'll come up with a recipe based on these sweets sometime. I hope you'll taste test it for me.
Cater Diamond
Eyyy, friendo!
Sweets aren't normally my jam, but the ones you picked out were PERF—and they looked great too! You must've put in some WORK picking them out. So, thanks! I'll make sure to do the same for you!
Ace Trappola
Heya, pal—
I kinda freaked when I saw you left a present at my door—in a good way! You actually sent me sweets! You could've just given them to me in person, you know. I haven't had any yet, but I'm sure they'll be great! We should share them at lunch tomorrow.
Deuce Spade
My good friend—
Thanks for the amazing gift! You got me those mega-popular sweets we just talked about, right? They were so good! It's kind of a shame I ate them all. Have you had any? I guess it'd be weird if I gifted you the same thing, but come shopping with me sometime and we can pick out some sweets for you.
Leona Kingscholar
Hey—
You give me SWEETS? I swear, sometimes I don't know what goes through that noggin of yours. I'll be nice and say I appreciate the sentiment...this time. But don't expect any glowing food reviews.
Ruggie Bucchi
Hey, 'sup.
I got the sweets you sent! It's always a good day when someone gifts me food. These are supposed to be real popular right now, yeah? They must've been hard to snag. Shyeheehee, that makes them doubly good! Thanks a ton!
Jack Howl
Hi,
I was surprised when I smelled something sweet at my door. Consider your present received. I still can't believe you gave me such cutesy-looking sweets. Not that I'm unhappy about it, of course. I actually like candy and stuff. Thanks.
Azul Ashengrotto
My boon companion—
Thank you for the heartfelt gift. I suppose I owe it to you to partake of these sweets. Don't worry. Once I've analyzed the flavor, I'll gift you something equally delicious. After all, fair's fair.
Jade Leech
My good friend—
You've outdone yourself. Sweets that pair well with black tea? My deepest thanks. I'm flattered that you thought of me so when selecting them. You've inspired me. I'm going to spend my mountain hikes pondering just the right tea blend to suit your palate. I do hope you'll enjoy it.
Floyd Leech
Dear little shrimpy—
I saw your present. You got me candy? That rules! I was JUST in the mood for something sweet. I might not be tomorrow though, so I think I'll polish them off today. Thanks.
Kalim Al-Asim
To my dear friend—
Thanks for the present! What colorful and sparkly sweets. They look delicious! I just had an idea! How about we eat them together after school? Gifts like this taste better when shared, after all. I'll pick out a good tea to go with them. Can't wait to see you later!
Jamil Viper
Hello—
I was surprised to see you gifted me sweets. At first I wondered if you were hinting for me to make you something similar... But when I pulled the gift out of the bag, I saw all the details you put into it, right down to the ribbon. It's clear this was a heartfelt gesture. I'll treasure these treats as I eat them. Thank you.
Vil Schoenheit
Dearest friend—
Thank you for the gift. The sweets were dazzling and most attractive. Did you try to imagine what I'd like when picking them out? If so, you made an apt choice. I'll have something for you later in return.
Rook Hunt
Bonjour, and merci beaucoup!
What a lovely batch of confections! They’re so darling that I’m tempted to stow them away in a brilliant bejeweled box. Ah, but I jest. I’ll enjoy every morsel of this gift you’ve so thoughtfully bestowed upon me.
Epel Felmier
Dear friend—
Thanks for the gift! Sweets from the city have a real fancy vibe, don't they? I'll savor every bite. I know this isn't exactly a gift, but I just scored some coupons for the cafeteria. Wanna join me for lunch tomorrow? Just wait for me, and I'll find you!
Idia Shroud
@YOU
huh? What the wha? im low-key scared here why would u give me sweets??? ig that sometimes i run low on sugar when ive been gaming too long and my aim becomes trash... ok sure, if this is ur way of looking out for me, ill take it
Ortho Shroud
Hello, Prefect―
Thanks for the present! The sweets were very charming and cute, not to mention colorful. What neat designs! I'll make sure to save this as a special memory. I've run the data on their base ingredients, and hope to gift you some fitting sweets in return soon.
Malleus Draconia
To my dear friend—
Thank you. Never did I envision someone presenting me with the gift of sweet treats. It would be a shame for me to eat them all by myself. I think I'll share them with you. Would you be willing to provide the tea to go with them?
Lilia Vanrouge
Greetings!
Your present was delightful. The treats had a subtle sweetness that was perfect for a slightly mature fae like myself. I'll be making you a lovely treat in return, using a very special recipe of mine. I hope you'll enjoy it.
Silver
Salutations—
Thanks for the gift. I read once that sugar can boost your concentration. Did you give me these to snack on when I'm about to nod off during my studies? That was very considerate of you. I think I'll try them out today.
Sebek Zigvolt
Human—
I've received your gift. It was agreeably sweet. In fact, it might've been sweet enough to make black coffee bearable... But I digress. Regardless, I was somewhat impressed with your choice. You have my thanks.
Grim
Dear hench-human—
Mraaah! Is this ALL for me?! I've never seen such sparkly, yummy-lookin' candy before! I feel like a king! But I'd feel bad leavin' you out of this sugar extravaganza, so I GUESS you can have a small piece. I'm lookin' forward to more gifts, partner!
Dire Crowley
Dear esteemed student—
Thank you for the delicious gift. And don’t bother telling me I was supposed to share it—I’ve already finished the whole package! If you wish for the staff to also partake, I suggest you acquire more treats. But don’t worry, I won’t say a word if you give the same gift twice. I’m kindhearted like that!
Divus Crewel
Dear pup—
Is this a gift for the staff? Excellent. Now that I have some treats to sweeten my breaks, I'll be able to grade your exams with a much more critical eye. I can see the grimace on your face now. Relax, it was a joke. It's usually frowned upon for dogs to be the ones buying gifts, but since you're such a loyal pup, I'll let you off. I'm a generous trainer, after all.
Mozus Trein
Dear juvenile—
I must wonder why you decided to get me a present. Is this your way of thanking me for my lecture the other day? If so, gifts are hardly necessary. It's a teacher's job to educate students with a thirst for knowledge. I can't accept any offerings from students, but the sentiment is much appreciated. I expect nothing but excellence from you moving forward.
Ashton Vargas
Dear student—
Thanks for the present! Excessive sugar is a no-go when building a beautiful bod, but it'd be bad form to let your thoughtful gesture go to waste. Such is the price of popularity. I'll just have to accept that and work off everything I eat. Keep up those reps!
Sam
Yo, little imp!
What is UP? Thanks so much for the gift! You've got a real eye for quality. I'll make sure to stock up on goods that'll pique your interest, so swing by the shop soon!
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If the requests are open and your in a mood for Adventure Time,can you make a Prismo x reader? Hcs,Drabbles or oneshots whatever floats your boat,but...
Like if you watched or remember the end of the "Jake The Dog" ep where Jake said he gotta get Prismo a girlfriend? I was wondering if it's possible if you want to make like Jake being the wingman on helping reader and Prismo together? have a good day and stay healthy!
★ playing matchmaker :D
summary: jake gets prismo a partner. sorta.
cw: friends to lovers, relationships, you send a kiss to a wall, loser prismo 🤕, reader isn't shy, food and eating, icalled jake a starving dog as a metaphor.
"i need to get this guy a partner or sum."
said jake, when he left the time cube.
as you and jake headed to the treehouse (you left your bag there, you needed to grab it before BMO looked through your stuff)
"just set him up with someone?"
you'd suggest.
"the issue is, i have no one to".
he replied.
"hum.. i can do the job."
you nodded to yourself.
"you'll help me find someone?!"
the dog beamed happily, tail wagging.
"no."
?
"i can be his date."
??????
"DUUUDEE, you're into prismo?? i mean, uhh, yall match n stuff, but WHAT??"
you guys, the three of you, were good friends.
you'd usually spend time together, prismo would present his new pickle recipes to you and jake, to which you'd give your opinion on while jake absolutely ravaged all the remaining ones like a starving dog having it's first meal in days. (he'd just ate)
then you'd continue your day, playing card games, watching something on prismo's tv..
just three (or four, when finn joined in) friends hanging out.
"can you not shout it out loud for the world to hear??", you whisper-yell at Jake.
"yeah, yeah. im super secretive, you know it"
he isn't. you're sure he's gonna tell at least five people the moment you're away.
but u decide on trusting him, and letting him setup the date between you and prismo.
a few days pass, and before you know, prismo had sent you a note,
"hey! how 'bout we hang out tonite?",
how could you refuse him?
so you took a shower, dressed up, and went to the time cube.
as you got there, you couldn't help but notice the following scenery:
first, a table. in the middle of the cube, a table with scented candles, your favorite scent.
a chair, only one, prismo himself didn't need it.
the lights were dimly lit. weird.
"wishmaster?", you called out.
and there he was.
the figure of his curly hair looked slicked back, mostly on Jake's advice, and you were all for it.
i mean, yeah.. slicked back hair is ugly, but you like him. and he tried.
"hey. sit, wont you?"
you heard music in the background.
is that-
is it Jake's viola.
you bite back a scoff, impressed at how terrible-in-a-good-way he was at matchmaking.
"so, whachu been up to?', you asked prismo.
"work. tv.." he looked shy as he replied, chuckle at the end of his sentence as he was a bit ashamed.
you walked up closer, sat on the chair as you rested your elbow on the table, prismo's figure being across from you.
"that's nice."
talk goes, talk comes, and it's noticeable how much he complimented you during that afternoon.
from saying your outfit looks good to saying you look good.
and you'd smile. that pretty smile he just loved seeing on your perfect lips.
all he wanted was to take up a human form and just smooch.
and he'd ask you to be his, right then and there.
but he didn't even know how you felt.
and you knew how he felt, because the room reeked of your favorite scent, and it had such a romantic atmosphere, music playing in the background, and it'd remind you of those times where jake would partner up finn and some girl he'd fallen for.
which made you imagine prismo struggling to learn his advice, and it made you smile more.
would it be wrong to just.. wish for him to become your boyfriend?
you decide on ignoring that thought.
as your little date continued on, casual conversation as always, prismo became more and more nervous.
how he'd stutter and look to the side as he spoke..
"and what's with the new hairstyle?" you smiled as you asked.
"just.. changing things every once in a while. what'd you think?" the male almost died when you pointed it out, it being just another reason for how nervous he was, unsure if you'd even look his way in any kind of light, let alone thinking he looked good.
"its nice." you chuckle.
"so.. are you.. single?"
the way you looked at him, confused, made him want to immediately back away.
"yeah. you know that."
"right... haha.."
awkward.
it's awkward, and he doesn't know what to say.
"hm.. so... would you go on a date with me sometime?"
"sure."
and it's then that he knows how you feel about him, because you wouldn't put it so nicely if you didn't like him back.
then he'd get a little more confident, the conversation would flow better on.
by some time, you got straight to the point before he could - he was winding it so much
"you like me, right?", you said it jn a way you could change the direction quickly if he'd say no.
only if, because as soon as you say it, he goes
"of course i do!"
"you're amazing and who wouldn't be happy just to have you around.."
he was cute, but also sounded a bit desesperate as he spoke
"we could be together. if you want"
and honestly? he couldn't be happier to hear that.
#🥢% writing#adventure time x reader#adventure time#adventure time fanfic#fionna and cake#fionna and cake x reader#prismo the wishmaster x reader#prismo x reader#prismo#prismo the wishmaster
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ford-centric rambles under the cut :3 proceed with caution for it is a bit . long. also i talk a lot about weight + ford's relationship with food. enjoy
people who draw ford as having gained weight post-canon pls know that i love you dearly and that you're doing god's work out there. honestly i'm not super on board with drawing him as super skinny to begin with bcs like-
as much as i do think he lost a lot of weight during his portal years, i can't bring myself to see him as skinny as people draw him sometimes because like. your metabolism Does slow down as you age. despite his "strict fitness regime" or however he put it he's not going to achieve a picture-perfect skinny model body at 50+. fit as he is he would not fucking have abs /lh
also him being that skinny also just,,, isn't really healthy. weight loss is not... always... a good thing! especially when it's a result of basically starving!
all this to say i just can't see him with that smooth skinny body you tend to see a lot in ford fanart. rating: Not Cute, the poor man is malnourished, stop encouraging that </3. give him a belly and fat rolls and broader shoulders and fuck it more body hair too while we're at it
also post-canon ford being fatter carries the implication that he's been readjusting to eating human food again and eating regularly which makes me very happy :) he is finally healing from 30 years of scraping nutrients out of whatever he can find and/or supplement pills
honestly the image of him being able to enjoy human food again just makes me so happy. it would probably be weird for him to handle at first because... as i said 30 years of what is decidedly Not Normal Food but once his body got used to it? you know he is eating so much because he has to make up for all those years of missing out on rich tastes and textures
(i do personally headcanon him as having adhd, which first of all means he forgets to feed himself a lot because he hyperfocuses on his work. but after 30 years of being deprived of literally one of the best parts of life and being reminded of how good food is i think he would remember to eat more frequently lol. of course old habits die hard but i like to think he gets better at remembering to eat three square meals a day because he doesn't want to miss out on the delight of eating)
that combined with stan knowing how to cook stuff in canon... look i dunno if he's any Good in the first place (or if he knows how to make anything other than pancakes. i forget) but do you think he tries to get better at it for ford. do you think he looks up recipes which exclude textures that he knows ford dislikes for sensory reasons. do you ever think about How Much that would mean to ford. augh. cooking is a love language man
#just to be clear my only reference for stan knowing how to cook#is the Stancakes bit from the golf wars#also i think the kids eat pancakes at the start of legend of the gobblewonker#don't ask why i remember these things#ferret rambles#gravity falls#ford pines#stan pines#god it's been so long since i made a rambly gf post. we are so back#ok time to sleep.
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IM ON MY KNEES GIVE ME FACTS ABOUT SALLY PLEASE PLEASEEE I WILL LITERALLY PAY HOWDY FOR NO REASON I NEED TO KNOW STUFF ABOUT MY LITTLE GOOBER SALLY also can barnaby adopt me :)
AAA GET OFF THE FLOOR, DONT GIVE HOWDY MONEY, AND YES BARNABY WILL ADOPT YOU!!
What was i doing
Sally funfacts n not so funfacts round!! Right!! Ok!!
(Au MAstERPOST AA)
Fun Facts!!
She is a lesbian! At least in this au. Her sexuality isn’t confirmed (I don’t think) so to me shes a lesbian until it’s confirmed!
She is a REALLY good dancer. You spend all day inside online you’re gonna end up on some K-pop dancing tutorials.
She sits like a goddamn gremlin. Like fuckin L from death note but worse posture
Her computer is a Commodore 64 (or C64), aka the best computer you can get in like the 1980s.
She does all sorts of things on her computer, share art, talk to Julie, troll in chat rooms, play games, talk to Julie some more, look up recipes she’ll never do, order her food, and talk to Julie, of course!
^ she’s actually really goated at like most games, esp shooters
Her favorite food is microwave noodles :3
She really loves Julie. So so so much <3. She thinks shes the prettiest girl in the world and nearly faints every time she gets a kiss. They’re so cute. I’m not normally super into wlw ships being a dude, but these two are just- a- theyre so wholesome and cute and i love them they have a special place in my heart.
She owns a lock of Julie’s hair lol. Not because she was a creep and like snipped it when she wasn’t looking, Julie gave it willingly. it went something like this: “Julie your hair is really soft…” “Aw thanks.. do you want some of it lol?” “…kinda..” “why didn’t you just say that then, here..”
She really likes hyperpop and breakcore music! Julie thinks its weird, but loves her anyway lol. (I actually have a playlist dedicated to each character and Sally’s is mostly breakcore)
She was originally going to be a moon, but i liked the star better. I just like drawing the loopys
Sally smells like Julie because Julie regularly sprays her with perfume bc she smells kinda bad. (“Sally, I love you, but *spritz* thats better”)
Not-So Fun Facts
Sally is an addict. Mostly narcotics (cocaine), but she has a collection of prescription drugs, too.
She came to Home recovered, but Howdy got her hooked again
She regularly hallucinates being outside, despite not having left her house in about six years.
I imagine her hallucinations are really unnerving, like liminal space. Something just isn’t right.
Some people have argued with me that Sally shouldn’t “be in such good shape”, but shes really not. She’s just thin, doesn’t mean shes healthy, in fact she’s just thin because she regularly skips meals either because she forgets or because shes high. Cocaine skinny isn’t in shape, PSA lol
Sally’s house is really, really gross. Sally wears shoes all the time in her own house because you literally can’t see the floor anymore and she’s scared of what she’ll step on. Its all trash, boxes from packages, noodle containers, definitely does not smell pleasant.
She fears social interaction so much, if she were to overdose, she would rather die then call for help. Not even her survival instincts overpower her agoraphobia.
I don’t think I missed anything this time! Thanks for reading :D
#welcome home#welcome home opposite au#welcome home au#sally starlet#thanks for reading#sally x julie#julie x sally#sally welcome home#welcome home sally#julie joyful#thanks for the serotonin!#funfacts n not-so funfacts
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What do you think are the justice league member's favorite snacks/meals they like to cook/eat?
Dear anon, I am so glad you asked. Allow me to explain
J'onn - literally everyone is concerned. J'onn eats stuff that's not food just because he can. He will snack on drywall. He eats bugs off of leaves. The actual food he eats isn't much better - his diet consists almost entirely off of processed sugar. Obviously chocos/oreos, but also just the kind of things a seven year old would pack for lunch. Twinkies, sugary cereal, actual candy, donuts, popcorn, chips, etc. He tries, half-heartedly, to insist that Martians nutritional needs are different than humans, but there is literally no evidence to suggest that. Someone in the JL takes him out to eat/brings him food almost every day to make sure he doesn't die.
Wally - only marginally better than J'onn in that he won't eat chalk unprompted. We all know speedsters, they need a lot of food to keep up with their metabolism and energy, but Wally is especially ludicrous in the "will eat anything" category. He will put anything and everything in the fridge into a sandwich, which sounds like a fun thing to ask about, but eventually everyone realizes they just don't wanna know. Also a connoisseur of wild food combos ("icing in chili??" "Hey don't knock it til you try it")
Shayera - A little bit more normal but the bar is in hell so that doesn't mean much. She will try anything at least once, especially on a dare. She also just has an insane pallete for space food. Meals on thanagar were really just anything slightly edible thrown into a trough, so anything that's cooked is fine dining. Also sometimes things that aren't cooked. Raw chicken is one of her favorite snacks - She likes to chew on (and eventually eat) the bones
Bruce - now we're reaching slightly normal human foods, but that doesn't mean Bruce's diet is normal. Honestly, he's just autismcore with a splash of "do rich people really eat that?". His schedule is so fucked he rarely ever has time for an actual meal, so mostly he eats what he can when he can. I have fully adopted the fandom canon that he eats shredded cheese right out of the bag. When he does eat a real meal, it's part of a carefully crafted food schedule developed over decades. He essentially has 31 meals, one for every day - a good mix of recognizable foods and "some guy I traveled the Amazon with made this for me in 1986".
Diana - we have now reached the "can cook" section. One caveat for Diana though, she has no idea how kitchen appliances work. If the oven isn't made of stone she may set something on fire. She's used to the best Themyscira has to offer, lots of fresh fruits and vegetables and elaborate feasts. She can't really manage a feast in her apartment, but she knows a good few meals, she eats well. However, she's often too busy to make her own food, so it's like 60% take out.
Clark - this boy eats three square meals a day no matter WHAT. If you sleepover with Clark there will be pancakes and eggs on the table by the time you wake up. He's just a big country boy, his ma taught him well and he uses it. He cooks for himself pretty much every day, the only exception being occasionally going out for lunch during work or picking up a hot dog from a cart (he loves them, no one can understand why).
John - John is your uncle that got really into meal prep. He is religious about his food intake, he only eats the best and has every meal scheduled like a month in advance. He picked up a few recipes from his mom, but he really just picked up a passion for cooking well at some point just to challenge himself. He also eats really healthy, he's known to occasionally go on some weird keto diet that everyone makes fun of him for. He's the kind of person who eats overnight oats. He lectures Wally about his eating habits daily.
So. That was a ridiculous amount thought and effort for a simple headcanon question. This is what they inside of my brain looks like 24/7 thanks got asking <3
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Assistive Devices
I lived with a professional cook for about seven years and wound up getting the polish put on my knife skills. So, for the most part, when I cook, I need a good knife to cut up stuff.
I don't know what weird wild hare jumped across my ass last summer, but I (in my own mind) lost my mind and bought this:
I never used it all that much after I got it. Sure, sure, if you're making a salad for the week or something, it's useful enough, but I live with one other person, and your average recipe takes about ten minutes to prep if it's really involved and as I said, I'm pretty fast with a cook's knife.
Well...
I have Covid (My case is mild and I am lucky enough to have good medical care).
The household needs food and when one is sick, one often wants soup, right.
I could not stand at the counter cutting up stuff. I got too tired. So I pulled this out and sat at the table to prep the veggies for the soup.
Friends, if you don't cook much because you're too tired to do knife prep work, a vegetable chopper like this might be pretty useful to you. You can use it easily enough sitting down at a table.
(I mean, not wanting to cook is valid, too. Just... if you want to, it can help)
And yeah, tasty soup...
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Chaos prompts: 46 for the Leverage OT3!
Aaah, sure thing!
I know the worm-on-a-string meme thing was more of a 2016 thing, buuuuut I'm gonna pretend like it happened in 2013-2014 because I like my get-together fics within a year or two post-Long Goodbye. Less edited than my usual fics because I'm a bit short on time rn and can't be bothered.
Edit because I'm silly and forgot: prompt was "Why do you need 500 worms-on-a-string?"
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Eliot’s gotten pretty used to finding weird stuff on the counter when he comes up to Parker and Hardison’s apartment over the brewpub. Robotic parts, building plans, enough scented sparkly pens for an entire office building (if said office building was made up of children under the age of ten), tiny figurines of people with grimacing faces that could give a lesser man nightmares—he’d say at this point there’s little that could surprise him. So he’s not shocked, exactly, when he comes in with two bags of groceries and has to clear five large bags of brightly-colored fuzzy things out of the way.
Once he’s done putting the perishables into the fridge, he picks up one of the packages and gives it a look-over. Its label informs him there’s a hundred items inside.
“Hardison,” he calls. “Why the hell do you need five hundred worms-on-a-string?”
He’s well aware of the things; Hardison spent a solid three hours teaching Parker how to make them move around a couple years back. Nate had yelled at the two of them five separate times to quit leaving them around the apartment. That was probably because he’d gotten tired of finding them stuck in the silverware drawer, hanging over his bed, and nestled onto the decks of his model ships.
In Eliot’s opinion, absolutely nothing belongs in the produce drawer or any part of the kitchen except for utensils and food. But he hadn’t come down so hard on Hardison that time. The expression on Nate’s face whenever he found a new one was worth it.
As a general rule, questions like this require at least two minutes for Hardison to yank himself away from his orcs and elves and what-have-you before coming into the kitchen. This time the door swings back within about twenty seconds.
“You ain’t supposed to come in today,” Hardison says, frowning hard at him. “Thought you said you were gonna go out with that chick you met last week.”
“She had a work thing,” Eliot says shortly.
(Technically it had been a conference at the same time as their initial date. She’d suggested they do dinner instead.
There’d been a sale on raspberries at the farmer’s market this morning, though, and they tended to start losing their flavor and bruise within about forty-eight hours, and he already had a recipe picked out he’d been meaning to share with the other two for the last month, and, well—
He just hadn’t been in the mood for a date, that was all.)
Hardison raises an eyebrow. “Right.”
“Seriously,” Eliot says, waving the bag at him. “You better not be thinking about putting these all over the pub.”
“Who said I got them?” He’s avoiding making eye contact, shifting his weight in a way that Hardison himself would probably call shifty if he could see himself. Possibly Eliot’s suggestion is exactly what he plans to do; he might have something else in mind that’s worse. Either way, Eliot’s pretty sure Hardison’s at least partly responsible for the packages.
“Uh-huh,” he answers, instead of listing all of that out. Sometimes it’s easier to let Hardison dig his holes on his own.
“Parker loves ‘em, man, there was a sale and I figured I’d get her some. What’s so wrong with that?”
“It’s Parker,” Eliot says flatly.
“She’ll enjoy them!”
She will, he knows that. As in, she’ll enjoy sticking them all over the entire building. He’s going to be finding the things in the walk-in freezer for days.
And she’ll be grinning every second of it, all sunshine and bright glee, laughing like a little kid and looking for all the world like their life was pure paradise.
…fuck.
“I’m holding you responsible if she puts them in the brewery,” he says, tossing the bag down.
“You think I can control her any more than you can?” Hardison grumbles. He moves the bags, though. When Eliot hands him a pile of carrots and a chopping board, he gets to work without complaint.
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Eliot’s fears turn out to be well-founded. In fact, they’re an underestimation.
He encounters the first worm two days after Hardison left them out on the counter. It’s bright red and twisted around into the shape of a heart, with a tiny message tagged to it that says, in glittery pink pen, HELLO FREND!
It’s tucked into the pocket of his jeans. At his apartment. In his drawer.
“Dammit, Parker,” he growls under his breath. It’s not like he expects her to stay out of his apartment anymore—not after he walked into the living room one morning to find her sprawled on his couch with the TV on and a bowl of pasta in her lap—but there’s leaving a tiny creepy imitation of a rag doll on top of his recipe card box, and then there’s going through his clothes.
…at his place, anyway. At least four flannel shirts have been involuntarily sacrificed for her out of his duffle bags and suitcases. But that’s when his rooms have been beside hers. It never entailed her going out of her way to come all the way out to his apartment, bypass his security measures (which is easy for her but hell for anyone else) and find the pair of jeans he’s most likely to use next, all to stick a note and a fuzzy piece of plastic in the pocket.
He intends to chuck it in the wastebasket and move on. It’s not like she’s going to be short of them anytime soon.
But he’s got to shower first, and then he can’t really be bothered to pull it out, and after that he’s busy cooking and driving to the brewpub and revising the menu and planning the next job with the other two and really, he doesn’t mean to keep it. It’s just that after carrying it around all day it seems a shame to throw it away when he gets home.
He tosses it onto the nightstand, rolls into bed, and turns out the light.
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There’s a blue worm in the pocket of his flannel shirt the next morning. This one is in the same heart shape, but this time, the note says WORM TIME BABY in matching glitter pen.
He sighs, puts it on his dresser, and goes to water his plants.
That day he finds five more worms in the brewpub, two of which are in the staff area with tags with his name. Amy and the rest of the cooks and waitstaff know better than to say anything directly, but he catches them whispering and grinning behind his back.
The customers have been worse over the last few days than usual. Eliot lets it go, just this once.
They keep turning up, of course; Parker drags out jokes like nobody else, and he resigns himself to keeping them all in a drawer. She’ll be offended if she finds them in the trash all the time, and then he’ll just have to deal with even more. The traffic-cone-orange worm that has the tag PEACE WAS NEVER AN OPTION doesn’t have anything at all to do with any of this.
Days turn into weeks. Jobs come and go. They travel to Canada, where he finds thirty different worms over the course of two days, hidden anywhere from the files to his suitcase to the shower. This time, they’ve got a suite of rooms, one for him and one for the other two, and this, if anything, makes it worse. One time he finds neon yellow worms wrapped around both arms of his glasses.
(If he tries not to wonder if he’d find any fuzzy worms in their room, if he finds himself awake on the couch at three AM the second day—well, it can’t mean anything. It just… can’t.
He never does meet back up with that girl.)
The notes range from short and (though he’d never admit it to anyone) cute to creepy to indecipherable: ARSONIST!, I WILL HARVEST YOUR SOUL, SQUIRM? SQUIRM. SQUIRM!!!, TIME TO SIN, WILL STEAL YOUR KNEECAPS, PERISH, and, perhaps most disturbingly of all, LOVE <3. Unless it’s intentionally wrapped around something, every single worm is carefully twisted in the shape of a heart.
The creepy ones are definitely the most common. It’s Parker, so he can’t expect anything less.
(The LOVE <3 ones show up a lot more often than the others, though. He’s not sure what to make of that.)
He tells her off. Repeatedly. With emphasis. Once he threatens not to bake anything with chocolate for the next month. Every time, she just shrugs at him, pulls a worm out from nowhere (she’s been tying them up around her hairbands sometimes), and informs him with varying degrees of cheekiness that they’re just her friends and really, why would he mind her sharing friends?
“Because your friends are creepy, Parker,” he says once, and she gasps in dismay and pets the top of her worm’s head.
“Don’t say that, Eliot.”
Hardison’s laughing behind him, quiet enough not to be mocking to Parker but loud enough to be mocking to Eliot. He resigns himself to growling at the both of them and lobbing the next worm he finds out the window.
(He picks it up later, because he’s not one of those assholes that litters.)
At the end of the Canada trip, they find a deserted local ice rink and spend half the day messing around on the ice. Hardison’s better than Eliot had expected, good enough to skate hand-in-hand with Parker at a decently high speed.
Eliot tries to stick near the edges and let the two of them have their fun. They won’t let him. He keeps finding one of their hands warm in his, pulling him after them in a chain, and after a while he gives up and allows it. It’s easier than it maybe should be.
At one point Parker tugs them both out to the middle of the rink to make them twirl with her. Somehow, though, she manages to throw her weight at just the wrong angle, and suddenly they’re all toppling to the frigid floor. Eliot manages to catch them so that the blades of their skates don’t come anywhere near close enough to slice anybody’s skin open. This has the unfortunate side effect of landing both of them directly on top of him.
He means to grumble at them to get off, because they’re heavy and the ice is freezing against his neck. But then Parker immediately wriggles in closer, tucking herself up against his shoulder as she giggles. Hardison’s on his other side, squawking indignantly about fragile bones and whatever, but he’s got some kind of pleased note in his voice that Eliot can’t quite parse.
It’s stupid and sweet and comforting and, staring up at the blue, blue skies, he can’t help but want to stay down here for just a little while longer. Just long enough to memorize the sound of Parker’s laughter. Long enough to ingrain the way Hardison fits up against his other side into his memory.
Long enough to believe that maybe, maybe, he’s reading this right after all.
But that’s all kinds of dangerous, so he pushes them off him with excuses about frostbite, hauls himself up off his ass, and skates around the rim of the rink while they stumble to their feet.
They get back to the brewpub at an unholy hour of the morning. He collapses into the guest bed, staring up at the constellations in the glow-starred ceiling until sleep steals him away. Midafternoon, he gets up to find one single worm, smaller than the rest of them, laid neatly on top of his folded clothing. It’s curled in the same heart shape as the rest of them and bright green. (He gets fewer of those than the others. They’re Parker’s favorites, so most of them stay with her.)
Written on its tiny tag in blue glitter pen are the words:
WORM YOU BE MY DATE?
Eliot blinks, rubs his eyes, and checks again. When he finds the same phrase, he heads for the shower, turns the water to winter-lake-ice-cold, and spends a good ten minutes under it.
The tag is still the same when he comes back.
“What the fuck,” he mumbles under his breath. He’s half-tempted to say she’d meant to leave it for Hardison, except…
Except Parker doesn’t make mistakes like that, and she’d have had to go to a lot of effort to get into his room without waking him, and…
He dresses, tucks the worm into the pocket of his shirt, and steps out into the apartment. The other two are seated at the counter. Parker idly stirs her cereal while Hardison mutters at his laptop with a bowl of leftover eggs and rice at his side. They look up when they hear the door creak, watching him.
Eliot holds up the worm. It trembles slightly in his grip.
“What’s this about?” he asks, going for warily amused. It comes out closer to wobbly and very obviously desperate.
They glance at each other, shifting on their seats. Hardison closes his laptop. Parker puts down her spoon.
“We know it’s kinda unusual,” Hardison starts carefully. “And you don’t have to say yes, okay, and if not we’ll shut up and never speak of it again and all that, but—”
“But there’s a special at that place you like tomorrow and we thought you’d like to go and maybe we could go as more than just friends?” Parker asks in a rush.
The world shifts under his feet. Everything blurs, just a moment.
LOVE <3, he remembers. The last few weeks click into place.
“Yeah,” he says, tucking the worm back into his pocket. It takes him an extra try; his hands, always steady, are betraying him in this moment. He’s not sure he cares. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
They both beam, brighter than sunshine, warmer than fresh-baked bread, and he decides that can Parker can put as many worms in his stuff as she likes. This is worth it.
#leverage#leverage fic#thiefsome#parker x hardison x eliot#this fic totally ran away from me#probably gonna post this on Ao3 when I get the chance to edit#synapse writes
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Magnum PI 5.10 ‘Charlie Foxtrot’ review
So lots of stuff happened and at the same time not that much stuff happened. Some rapid fire thoughts.
(spoilers...obviously)
We did get some Miggy heart eyes... never gets old!
For me I think the first 5 minutes and the last 5 minutes were the best.
I liked it but also preferred the season 4 ‘Higgy spy adventures - MI6 don’t care about you...I do’ mid season finale to this (I mean there was the x-mas one too but plot-wise it was the spy episode that was the season finale right?). Like IDK, more emotional impact in that one was better?
Maybe Magnum should have been the one that got snatched or shot here. Just saying.
Poor Cade! Like even though TC is the one that got shot and paralysed (:O) I feel worse for our poor baby Cade!
RIP Childs, you were just starting to grow on me. No funeral? Is that going to be the start of 5.11? Or do we just not care enough about Childs for there to be one?
Very little Miggy in this one, even if soft + banter was cute, I feel like it was a pretty quick flip from kind of feel-y end of 5.09 to start of 5.10 which was all banter though really was meant to be like what? half an hour apart?
(Magnum being domestic and making Higgy food (or hot milk) and stuff has been like the running theme of this season and I want to nominate him for some boyfriend of the year award. Not just for the cooking but, you know, a little bit for that.)
(Higgy just keeps on going - seriously she was drugged and had crazy wacky nightmares like a few hours ago? This girl can not catch a break.)
Why is it so hard to make a villain still scary after learning their motives/backstories?
Anyways...
Higgy sharing recipes from childhood, Magnum being all ‘you’ve had a rough day, how about we take a break (from watching news stories about the lady who tried to kill you and totally drugged you up a few hours ago’ and stuff’ is adorable. We almost got the “why does Higgy not drink tea” story which now is a story I must know. Like come on! It’s almost as enticing as maybe one day learning what her tattoo is...
Juliet looking out the guest house window and noticing commandos - you cannot tell me that was legit not her worst fear coming true - and then our faves being all badass (that flip!), very much a good start.
Then, because I’d somehow gotten it into my head we were going to have ‘Robin’s Nest under siege’ for like a good chunk of the episode, I felt a little bummed out. Because I wanted like hostage, drama, no police, gang vs, baddies. But I didn’t get that.
Now, other than the fact that Rick is the person we’re looking for and TC is in the hospital, this case feels weirdly like just a normal case.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked it, but somehow it lacked a little of the ‘wow shocking! thrilling! excitement’ I’d hoped for in the mid-season finale. Maybe-just maybe because we kind of know Magnum, Higgins, Rick and TC and even Gordy and Kumu probably with 99% certainty aren’t going to die.
Which is nice.
But it also makes them being in danger less scary than for example say Cade had been taken or Suzy or even Childs (if he’d not gotten blown up.) Why Beth or Dennis being in danger is scarier than Rick. Because they could die. There is actual bad things that could happen.
I think that’s why Higgy in the mental hospital still felt scary and had lots of potential, because we knew she was going to be alive - we just wasn’t sure what kind of messed up visions, drugs, weird electro shock stuff that could have happened to her, right?
So I am kind of excited to see what they do with TC not being able to feel his feet/being paralyzed. Because you know, that is scary stuff, and super duper emotional and scaring to go through (good thing he rigged the chopper for Shammy to fly!)
Bad guy (well gal) of the season instantly became less badass when she became an actual person, which is sad. If that was her backstory of falling for a terrorist, dead child or just how not scary she felt IDK. I just felt a little sad for her.
Did it all also go kind of fast?
Fast can be good, it means it’s entertaining enough the 42 minutes flew by fast. But it also maybe means it was a little unmemorable. Which I think is what this episode ended up being for me.
Also random small question - would anyone ever get found or saved or stuff figured out without Higgy’s hacking skills? Just you know, asking for a friend...
(I’ve also been watching some K-dramas lately and IDK, I guess I wanted more melodrama and more cute-y feels and angsty accidental car accidents and evil CEO father figures than I got...)
Depressing for my Miggy heart, that this episode failed to really deal with Higgins ‘I’m scared Mangum will die’ worries and I doubt we’ll get it next “season”. Rather brought up Magnum’s worry about the gang maybe being broken up if TC or Rick didn’t pull through. Just because he said that and Rick made the video, I almost wondered if they would kill of Rick.
So when they didn’t it felt a little bland.
Mean of me to say, but that would have been pretty interesting and brave of them to do. Kill Rick I mean.
Like that would have been something! Suzy getting that video and it would also maybe be a “ahah” moment for Magnum, making him feel a little of what Juliet have been feeling with Richard and why she’s so worried. It could have gotten us a Miggy ‘I love you’ moment too, because though we know our two idiots love each other they haven’t said it yet.
Yeah, Rick’s death would have made for character development everyone too, going forward. Like maybe suddenly super over protective Magnum in the B part of the season? TC being suddenly a sad boi and not himself and struggling with a depression sort of thing, freaking Cade out, making him consider moving with his family on the mainland, making it worse. Higgy feeling like she failed the guys and Suzy because she was too focused on Magnum’s safety. Suzy could just be a big mess and we could have Miggy babysitting moments? But it’d be sad because Rick is dead... So much potential for angst and stuff.
Whatever. I’m not considering writing a fic where Rick died. I’m really not.
Anyways, I did like the ending with Cade and Higgy talking a lot. Higgy somehow being her normal ‘feelings?what are those’ while at the same time really saying awesome and uplifting things and just all around being the new spokes person for Happy Endings...
They guys all joining up and it feeling pretty hopeful was nice too. It was a nice place to end it, because while I got some angst and worries about the TC recovery plot, he’s alive and kicking and got his friends. And he’s TC! Come on, he’s going to big bear his way back to running after bad guys in no time. And if he don’t, he still awesome!
(Though what happened to TC’s girl? Is she not his girl anymore? Did I miss something? Maybe she’ll show up in part B of the season!)
Yeah, over all I enjoyed the episode, but it did not feel super-duper much like a midseason finale. I’d also like to inform everyone that it’s 132 days until September 3rd. So basically forever! How will we ever survive!? I guess we do have some pretty epic Miggy fluff and content to re-watch...
Anyone know when we’ll know anything about season 6?
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Hello!! Oh I love your work a lot and I've just about binged everything haah- and I'd like to request something as well!!
So- this may seem weird but could I request a Beel x Reader x Barb where reader and Barb have been in an established relationship for a while.
They both have a crush on Beel, and Beel has a crush on both of them as well but l feels a Lil bit guilty for it cuz two of his friends are dating and he knows he's chill with dating multiple people!
So eventually the guilt eats him up and he confesses to them on 'friend' outing and MC and Barb just look at him like "... we're sitting in ur lap. I thought we WERE dating." Or MC and Barb are mid spoon feeding him. And they just. Sit.
Okay so sorry if this is too specific-
Um- anyway I'm Alex hope you have a nice day!!
Hi, Alex! Thank you so much, I hope your day is good too! Now, on with the request, enjoy
confessions over crème brulée
-> beelzebub x mc x barbatos
mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read
content warnings: mild angst
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Beel often looked at you with pain and guilt in his heart. You and Barbatos made a great couple: you held great respect for each other, you know when to give the other space, it was like you completed each other. Beel is your dearest friend, who he secretly holds deep feelings for both of you. He can’t ever let you know though! Your friendship is perfect, and the two of you are great together. The avatar of gluttony doesn’t want to ruin any of that.
Little did he know both you and Barbatos felt the same way about him. You didn’t invite him to so many of your outings for nothing! The three of you have been to so many cafes, art galleries and picnics, and every single one of those trips was so much more fulfilled with the three of you instead of just you and Barbatos. It was pretty much like the three of you were all lovers. You even have a group chat where you talk to each other until deep into the nights. Recently, Barbatos heard about a new café that had opened near RAD. Diavolo was present at the opening and according to him, they serve the best crème brulée in the whole Devildom. You and the butler agreed that’s something Beel would love. So, you sent a message in the group chat, asking said demon to meet you at the place.
Beel was sitting on one of the café chairs with you and Barbatos on each of his legs. He used his arms to make sure you two are stable, so the butler was feeding him the dessert by spoon. ‘Diavolo was right, this is great stuff.’ the avatar of gluttony said, forgetting every feeling of guilt he had for a split second. Barbatos chuckled. ‘I’m glad you enjoy it. Maybe I ought to ask the chef for the recipe.’ You giggled at those words. There’s no way the chef is sharing his recipe, right! You placed a hand on Barbatos’ thigh as if telling him his little plan will probably fail. With a glum expression, Beel stared at your hand. ‘I can’t do it anymore.’ the words fell from his lips. Your gaze shot towards his. ‘What do you mean?’ you spoke, concern evident in your voice. Beel’s widened eyes darted back and forth between the two of you on his lap. Did he really just say that out loud? Oh no, what has he done? After having noticed his distress, Barbatos gently placed a hand on his shoulder. ‘It is alright, you can speak your mind.’ he reassured. Beel felt like his stomach was doing backflips. Can’t really play it off like it’s nothing anymore, right? Especially not when the two people he loves the most are showing such concern at his sudden change in mood. He took a deep breath before confessing his secret, his feelings. ‘I... I think I like you, in a romantic way.’ All three of you went silent for a while before you broke the silence. ‘Beel... we are literally on your lap feeding you food.’ Barbatos nodded with a smile. ‘I thought our romantic feelings towards you were already evident, apologies for not telling you explicitly.’ Beel couldn’t believe his ears, there is no way you two feel the same way about him. Trying to hide his obvious excitement, he squeezed the two of you closer to his body. ‘Waiter! We want a hundred extra crème brulées!’
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hiiii i'm frustrated about posts that state things like "you HAVE to drink water with nothing else in it" or "you HAVE to eat fruits/vegetables without putting them in 'bad' food" so. a post.
it is literally better to drink anything (juice, tea, coffee, sofa, milk, whatever) than not drink. if you can't tolerate water or won't reliably sip it throughout the day, it's better to make something you WILL drink than not drink at all.
veggies are the same way. 'bad' salad dressings or whatever else are still better if it means you can eat vegetables. these things don't "cancel out" if you add or do stuff to them. not enough to be worth your body rejecting the "correct" arrangement and not getting anything, at least.
i'm autistic. if i try to eat stuff i don't like or don't tolerate well, i throw up. friends can attest to this, as i've tried things in restaurants and instantly thrown up. i gag at the smell of pineapple or red doritos, without even tasting them. i'm also chronically ill with an autoimmune disease and do not have the energy nor luxury to 'teach' myself how to tolerate food better, or to make complicated, time consuming dishes that meet the criteria some of these posts set out.
when i tried to drink mostly water, i was literally MORE dehydrated. i could feel it in the elasticity of my skin, i could see it in the color of my urine. the fact is, there is no reality in which i can tolerate water enough to drink what i need of it. it has to be something else. sometimes i can make "good" choices in alternatives, like juice, but a lot of the time if i don't drink milk or soda, i don't drink. i can't. i will block it out or, worse, make an honest attempt and hurl my guts out due to intolerance.
look, fluids and vegetables are IMPORTANT. i'm not saying they're not. all i'm saying is if you need to consume them in an "unideal" way, that it's fine. you'll be fine. my auntie can't eat literally 90% of "healthy" foods because she is flat out allergic. it makes her feel worse. it makes her unhealthy.
i implore you to look up recipes that include a lot of fruits, veggies or water—assuming you don't have a literal allergic—that look EDIBLE, and specifically look GOOD. you will get a lot more use out of a "subpar" meal you LIKE than one you have to pick and grit your teeth through. a lot of people discover they like veggies made certain ways, so please experiment! if you find something "weird" but it's tasty to you, keep making that! keep looking for things that you WILL eat or drink, or CAN eat or drink.
i get the intention of posts like, "you need to drink more water, without anything in it," i do. i get that there are a huge number of people who can make it work. i also know i had the most debilitating constipation of my life when i was drinking "nothing but water", because i can't actually drink enough of it to do any good. my urine was so yellow and opaque my doctor, at a glance, thought i had a uti. i didn't.
if you can do it, great! but i don't want to see more people like me or my aunt feel like they're not "doing enough" if they can't do these things "correctly". anything is better than nothing, and "less overall useful things you can do reliably" are often better than "more useful things you can't do much or at all".
i'm not here to argue about it. i have tried to "eat healthier", to "drink more water", and i am still trying. i look for new ways to consume water and veggies all the time. i definitely encourage that! what's unhelpful to me are posts that make me feel bad for things that have literally helped me stay healthier and stronger. for anyone else with similar experiences, and/or the unwillingness or LITERAL INABILITY to do certain things with food and water, i want you to drink. i want you to eat. i don't care what it is as long as it's not nothing. please don't break yourselves over things that are unrealistic expectations for you. if you can't do it, find something you can do. eat. drink. experiment with what works best. i love you.
#sorry ive seen too many of these lately#like i get the intention and i dont even feel like (most of) those posts are mutually exclusive to this#but one in particular was bothering me bc there's just NO leeway from op about it#if i did what they recommend exactly i'd be sick as a damn dog. i know bc i've TRIED before#just!!!! eat what you can!!!! drink what you can!!!! try to include as much veggies and water in ways that work for you!!!#i dont give a shit if its got other stuff in it bc the other stuff is what makes my ass actually tolerate enough of it to stay standing!!!!#yoshi talks
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So we all know that Grocery Stores Bad, right? Like second maybe to housing, food is one of the basic things people need to live that currently costs money, and sometimes a lot of money, and that's pretty ethically fucked up. But there are plenty of ways around this, both through the state and outside of it, and I think it's worth talking about. I've especially noticed that folks raised middle-class & folks who have leftist sympathies but currently lucrative jobs have trouble with this, so I put together a handy guide.
Ways to Fight The Commodification Of Food And Also Eat For Free:
Research, utilize, and support your local food banks! Plenty of food banks get funding based on how many people use them, so by getting what you can from a food bank, you're usually helping them stay afloat. Some food banks are means-tested, especially the ones that get federal funding, but often the coolest volunteers will help you wiggle around a way to present your household finances that'll let you qualify (not fraud, mind - just different ways to present the same situation) or not require paystubs/proof of (no) income. Plenty of food banks are not means-tested. Try to find secular food banks, and failing that, low-pressure religious food banks can be great too. Often the "shopping" experience feels a little bit like a food scavenger hunt & they often get fun weird stuff that grocery stores couldn't sell enough of. Consider donating the money you would've budgeted for groceries if you have spare cash, or volunteering if you have spare time.
Check to see if you qualify for food stamps, and apply. Each state administers EBT differently, and will have different rules, but actually taking the step of signing up and de-stigmatizing the use of EBT when you talk to others is important. I've seen too many people assume they made too much money to qualify, miss out on benefits for months, and then get a fair amount when they do. If you wind up consistently having extra SNAP dollars, consider using them on shelf-stable emergency food or (and you're technically not supposed to do this) giving away staples to projects under number 4 based on community need. If you're in a state where benefits don't roll over month-to-month, do a big shopping trip or go to a take-and-bake restaurant like Papa Murphy's on the last day of the month so your excess dollars don't disappear.
Dumpster dive! Every city and state has different laws and regulations on this, and you'll have to decide how to engage with those. Sometimes just asking employees is good - oftentimes especially places that have ready-made food, like pizza and donut shops, differ on both corporate policy on end-of-day disposal and individual employee convictions. Be mindful of padlocks and "no trespassing" signs. For grocery stores, be mindful of expiration dates and packaging conditions. Dumpster diving for food is a thing that takes a lot of personal risk assessment, and especially if you intend to distribute the food to other people, it's important to know what condition that food is in and what risks may come with eating it, BUT generally you're pretty likely to find good quality stuff. Which, speaking of distributing to others, brings me to:
Other free food projects! Food Not Bombs is the big notorious one, but plenty of cities have similar projects that work on similar models (PDX, for example, has a group that broke off so they could serve non-vegan dumpster'd food). Freeboxes and Little Free Libraries often have food pantries for shelf-stable food, and part of the pandemic mutual aid boom was the Free Fridge project. As with food banks, if no secular projects exist in your area, finding the lowest-pressure religious option in your area is a solid route (Sikh Gurdwaras are usually best, Salvation Army worst, imo). Stuff like this is often lowest barrier to entry of the things on this list, and also easiest to be both a contributor and a recipent of the free food. Google is your friend here, but also, these are things that are comparatively easy to start if you don't have resources in your area - don't be afraid to reach out to more established projects nearby to ask about how they got started!
Grow or forage your own food! As opposed to the last thing, this one is pretty high barrier IMO, involving either having land to tend (owned by you, used with permission, or guerilla gardened) or becoming good at plant identification. Honestly, though, you'd be surprised at how many of thr plants around us are edible and tasty - I just had my first acorn muffins this year and they're great! Checking into native plants and low-effort gardening and compost systems and foraging laws and processing what you get can be labor-intensive, so usually I reccomend people pick one familiar thing to start: blackberries, walnuts, acorns, dandelion, even urban fruit trees. This is another thing where knowing your local laws and assessing risk becomes important, but on top of that, connect with local indigenous groups and learn how to respect the land you're engaging with
I'm not mentioning buying local or CSAs or farmers markets here because while a lot of that stuff can be good, it still costs money, and I firmly believe food should be free. That said, you don't have to become a full freegan overnight, or ever, to take these steps. Each thing I've listed is its whole own rabbit hole of research for you to do, especially because all of them will look different in different places.
Ultimately, though, every bit of free food you get or help others get is a load off your wallet and helps build an alternative food system. No one person is going to be able to abolish grocery stores and institute universal free food, but if everyone does what they can to get less money involved in their own food consumption, that makes our non-monetary food systems more robust and resilient. Everything I've mentioned here is also what people turn to during natural disasters or supply chain collapse, and it's worth building these systems up ahead of time so that they're more able to handle the shock of increased demand.
Eat free food. Help other people eat free food. Fight the idea that this should be tied to your income, give back where and when you can, and encourage the people in your life to reduce their dependance on the grocery system.
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Terrapin Soup
Part 4 (1/3)
After a bit more time at the park Usagi packed his things and took Leos hand as he led him towards his house, "Y'know. I'd been thinking, about out chat the other night." He started as Leo used his free hand to text his brothers that he'd be out late again tonight. To no ones surprise. "Oh? Which part were you thinking about."
"Us being boyfriends. Of course, I know you'd meant it more in a.. Pretend situation."
"Right.. I mean, it'd be a little weird to date someone you just met that day. I mean we'd been talking for a while but I couldn't just ask you something like that forward as soon as we met and-"
"You're rambling."
"Hm? O-Oh.. Sorry I uh.."
"It's alright, I find it kind of.. Endearing."
"Is.. That a good thing?" Usagi chuckled giving his hand a little squeeze, "Yes Leo, it's a good thing. Endearing means to inspire affection. I like listening to you. Which brings me back to what I was saying. If you'd like, I think it would be beneficial for us to date. But as an honest couple rather then a mask to deter suspicion."
"Beneficial..?" He asked, raising a brow and hoping his face markings would be enough to hide any blushing. "Yes. On each of our ends we'd be supplied with plenty of alibis, someone to collaborate with, and a real relationship with someone who shares many of the same preferences. Seems like a fair deal, seeing as neither of us mentioned having feelings for someone else prior to this agreement. And seeing how your family already has a good impression of me it'd be easier for us to stick with each other for a while instead of trying to find someone else, and slowly trying to ease them into these kind of.. Dietary preferences. And... You aren't exactly awful to look at so, that would be a plus as well.." Leo laughed a bit hearing the last bit, his eyes scanned over Usagi, having already called him hot it wasn't a lie to say something similar.. And they already had quite a bit in common. Who else would like him as he was? Who else would treat him as kindly as Usagi had? Probably no one.. "Well you make a solid argument, but I would've said yes if you asked me out normally too y'know~"
"Well, far from normal seems to be our thing. Why bother with it?"
"I love how you think.."
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Once the brothers set foot on the other side of the portal they headed off to do their own thing, doing their daily training exercises then right to goofing off as usual till later that day when Leo finally texted letting them know he wouldn't be home till later that night.
[R (Raph) D (Donnie) M (Mikey) for texting]
R; 'Hey what are you all up too'
M; 'I'm writing down the pizza puff recipe for the next time we see Leos boyfriend'
D; 'At the moment I'm doing some upgrades, why do you need something?'
R; 'I mean, it's not like important or anything. I just. So what did you think of Usagi?'
D; 'You wanna gossip about Leos boyfriend? I mean hey I'm all for it I love drama but it's kinda random'
M; 'Yeah I thought he was great! Oh! And he's soooo fluffy too! Did anyone else get to touch his fur I'm so jealous we aren't mammals :C'
R; 'I don't wanna gossip! I was just wondering.. If anyone else got like... A weird feeling'
D; 'I mean he didn't like. Impress me, but he was better then most guys Leo's been fanning over lately, and he's real so I can't ask for much else. And he did bring us food, that was an unnecessary kindness. Why? Did you get a weird vibe?'
R; 'I dunno.. I mean not really I just.. Raph's brain is thinking a lot right now.'
M; 'Well tell Raph that Dr. Feelings says it's okay to be conflicted, just don't overthink it okay? He's our brother so it's normal to feel a little uneasy about him going off with someone else, but you can't let that feeling interfere with something that makes him happy if there's no tangible sign of danger'
R; 'I guess you're right.. It's just weird. He's not here that often anymore and I mean he's here for missions and stuff but don't you guys miss him?'
D; 'I don't usually interject when emotions are involved but I think I have something to contribute, this once.'
D; 'When we were younger me and Leo made a promise, an oath if you would. To always be there for each other, no matter how mad we were or how far away, we'd always be brothers and always have each others shells. Even to this day that idiot still stands behind me when we get attacked as if its second nature to cover me even I wear my battle shell. Despite his absence from recent activities, I don't feel like he's MIA in our lives, because I know that if I need him he'll be there, in the most flashy and annoying way mind you, but still.'
M; 'Awww Dee :'3c '
R; 'That was.. Surprisingly heartfelt. Thanks Dee.'
D; 'Mhmm are we done here I need to keep this core stabilized or it could blow up so Imma brb'
R; 'I'm sorry what-?'
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Usagi led Leo into his house, not far from the garden they'd had lunch in. It looked surprisingly normal, its was a mix of a modern New York style house and a Japanese apartment. Leo smiled a little as he was led in, he wasn't sure why but his mind had made up this dark and ominous house he thought Usagi would've lived in that sort of unnerved him, but this of course was the much more realistic place. "Please make yourself comfortable, my teacher is the houses owner but he is not here often, and will not mind if I have guests. He is a tall lion yokai, which may look a bit intimidating but he's harmless." Leo nodded, glancing towards the kitchen as he listened. "You can look around if you'd like?"
"Hm? O-Oh, no it's alright. I was just.. Curious." Usagi chuckled and took Leos hand again leading him into the kitchen, it was surprisingly clean- Well.. Usagi did say he liked to be organized. He mentally cursed himself out for thinking such harsh things about Usagi and what kind of things he might do in his own time. "I like that you're curious." He said with a little smile, letting go of his hand to show him around, "It's no fun to sit in silence. Ask anything you want, and I will answer."
"..You will, no matter what it is hm?"
"Correct, as long as I'm comfortable doing so of course."
Leo nodded, leaning against the island counter in the kitchen, "Do you cook regular stuff and.. Other stuff, in a separate place?" Usagi went to the other side of the counter leaning forward, "That would waste time, I do all food prep here. And in the basement where we have a bigger freezer, but it's also very well kept down there."
"Oh? What kind of prep do you need to do there?"
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I HEAR you about the struggle of having to re-parent yourself. Honestly 2 meals a day is a good goal, and like yeah people may judge you for not eating ""correctly"" but like.. food is food. You're eating food and you have access to food. Honestly I'd say the fact you can choose what you eat is a pretty big success
Remembering to eat and keep clean and all that is wayyyyy tougher than what people say it is. Especially when it wasn't taught. You working on and with yourself and trying is great. Might not mean anything but one neglected kid to another I'm proud of ya.
But kaerjgnakejrgn food is so complicated like ?? textures?? tastes?? actually making your body chew and swallow?? Growing up my mother went wildly from one diet to another and had me on them too. After a few years she got us both to do a "eating once a day" thing but if she got out of bed she'd eat while I was at school/away or in bed.
I ended up doing cooking in school once I could to get free food, jumping at any left overs and sometimes digging in the trash. Took lots of dares to get food, I'm very good at swallowing things whole to get over whatever it was I was eating. When/if my mom cooked it was literal depression era food recipes, minus boxed stuff 'cause it had "too much flavour" (sigh). (tomato or cucumber sandwiches anyone? literally bread with a slice of tomato inside. Salt and pepper was fortunately in the house but rarely used. The good old classic of sliced potatoes, frozen vegetables and ground beef cooked in water without anything else added.)
Anyways sorry for the rant. Basically food is more complex than how it's treated, and even if you aren't eating in a way that people say is "correct", you're getting food and have edible food available to you when you're hungry and that's a big thing. That's a success, don't judge yourself too harshly for learning something that others get their entire life to learn. There's no shame in catching up, your efforts are worthy of recognition
yooo wait this all reminds me that when I started high school I would ask my friends if they were gonna eat their food or not, sometimes I ate like 3 people's meals (just bits of other people's meals they didnt wanna eat like 3 extra apples or a bunch of celery and carrots) because I didn't know if mom was gonna make something I could stomach or not. It definitely doesn't help that I apparently have Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder <- fancy words for saying I'd rather starve than eat food with a weird taste/texture
my mom was really busy so she went from making 3 meals a day when I was way younger (i have the vaguest memories of eating breakfast and helping make pancakes) down to around 1 or 2
and my dad can really only eat one big meal a day because of his own childhood abuse stuff that happened so nobody really helped us get back on track haha.
OH YEAH and another funny thing kind of related to all this: when I started high school I was working on a story with a bunch of abused kids so I looked up symptoms of abuse and I just ended up collecting a bunch of screenshots that literally described things I was doing. at the time I was like "oh lol I'm abused?? wild anyway." cause i was kind of already aware but it's a little crazy just HOW many of the signs/symptoms I had hahafdsfsd.
as far as the 2 meals thing- that's actually kind of a side effect of a different issue where I can't eat around 3-4 hours after waking up otherwise I'll have really bad digestive issues. So uhhh no breakfast for me! It's way worse the earlier it is. Like if I have to get up around 8 AM there's no way I'm eating until around 11-12
ANYWHO. for what its worth, I value other neglected kids opinions on stuff like this a bit more than other peoples, so I do really appreciate the pride :')
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I’d love to hear more about your eating “Cas has an eating disorder” Destiel fic if you have a snippet or wanna talk about it 🙂
Thank you!!! I’m excited about this one and am glad people are curious about it.
Like me, this post-Empty human Cas has trouble eating things that aren’t exactly what he wants to eat, and he prefers foods that are the same texture with every bite. Also like me, Cas has a partner (well, at first, a “friend”) whose love language is acts of service and food and is determined to make sure Cas gets enough to eat.
Unlike me--a vegetarian raised on California cuisine--Cas got his palette from Dean Winchester, and Dean’s the one doing the cooking, so there’s a lot of meat, plus Midwestern US excess and weirdness.
Like I mentioned before, the fic is in the form of recipes, and the thing about recipes is they’re usually in the 1st person. I don’t mind 1st person in fic, but I absolutely get why it bothers a lot of people. (I sometimes write in 1st person and then change it to 3rd person in late drafts.) But I’m committed to the recipe conceit for this one, so it’s gonna stay 1st person.
Recipes so far include:
Bacon Cheeseburger
Cas's Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich
Fried Bologna Sandwich
Blackberry Pie
Shakshuka
Noodles with Cottage Cheese
Persimmon Pudding
Biscuits and Gravy
Chicken Noodle Soup with Noodles Made From Scratch
Cinnamon Rolls and Chili
Grilled Sunflower Heads
Spring Zucchini Kugel
Brisket
Schnitzel
The style of the recipes changes a bit once Dean and Cas get together, move out of the bunker, and start cooking with plants they grew in their garden.
(Anyone who has suggestions for Midwestern and/or Jewish recipes Dean would make should feel free to shoot me an ask!)
And here’s what is currently the very first section/recipe, the Peanut Butter and Jelly Smoothie:
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Sammy figured it out first, which pissed me off. Couldn’t say why, just seemed like something I should’ve caught.
I mean, I knew Cas wasn’t eating enough. All sorts of reasons for that, I figured.
I wouldn’t say so where anyone could hear me, but I thought that it could’ve been—it sounds so fucking stupid, but I thought maybe there was a tiny bit of grace left after all. That he didn’t need to eat. Idiotic, I know. I just hate seeing him have such a rough time, and wanted to pretend he wasn’t.
Sometimes I think I might’ve sent him away the first time he was human even if Gadreel hadn’t told me to, just so I didn’t have to watch him hurt so much.
This guy thinks I’m the most selfless person he’s ever met, and that’s how I treat him.
Point is, Sam spent a whole morning making a dozen different smoothies and having Cas try ‘em until he found one he liked—like, really, really liked. I came in at the tail-end of it and there was green gunk spattered all over the place and it smelled like a lawnmower, but Cas was eating—well, drinking, but it counts as a meal apparently—and smiling for maybe the first time since he got back.
So the next day when Cas was out with Jack, I had Sam show me what he’d done so I could make it for Cas, too.
Peanut Butter and Jelly Smoothie
Ingredients:
Milk, about 1 cup
A handful of fresh baby spinach (Sam made it with kale the first time, but even the baby stuff tastes like grass, if you ask me. I made it for Cas with spinach and it was a lot smoother, for one thing, and Cas said he liked it better. Maybe if you have one of those hipster high-speed blenders you can stick a whole head of kale in, stems and all, and have it come out without little leaf chunks in it, but I have a normal person blender and I say just use the baby spinach.)
2 tbsp rolled oats
¼ frozen banana (You can freeze ‘em whole, peeled, just make sure they’re broken up before you put ‘em in the blender. That way it won’t make that awful knife-in-the-disposal sound it does when Sam was dropping ‘em in whole.)
½ cup frozen strawberries
Ice, as needed
2 tbsp smooth peanut butter
1 tsp maple syrup
Salt
This isn’t much milk for a smoothie this size, but Cas likes his smoothies so thick you can barely get ‘em through a straw, so I only add enough liquid that it won’t break the goddamn blender.
Instructions:
Add the spinach to the blender and just enough milk to cover it. Blend it together, starting with low power and working your way up to the highest your blender can go. If you have a regular blender, this is the best way to make sure the greens get broken down small enough to really mix with everything else.
Add the oats next. Really you can add ‘em whenever, but doing it early keeps it nice and thick and gives you a good idea of how much liquid you’ll need. Blend from low to high.
Add the bananas and strawberries, along with the rest of the milk. A lotta recipes just tell you to add everything and blend it together. Pretty sure that’s what they call hubris—or maybe it’s having a five hundred dollar blender. Probably the two go hand-in-hand. Just sayin’, the order is important to getting it all smooth, which is the point. S’why it’s called a smoothie.
Blend low to high. When it’s all combined add the peanut butter, syrup, and salt. Be careful with the salt. You shouldn’t be able to taste the salt, it’s just supposed to make everything else taste better, ‘cause, y’know, it’s salt. It’s a sweet smoothie, but you add salt to cookies, right? Same deal. Until you get used to it add just a little at a time, blend it, and taste it to make sure it’s right.
If it’s not creamy or cold enough, add some ice. You could add more banana pieces, but Cas doesn’t like the banana to be the main taste. Add more milk if it’s getting too thick to blend.
Sometimes Cas tells me not to make it with the greens. I just use a lot less than usual and the peanut butter covers it. S’why I got so good at making sure they blend in just right. Cas wasn’t eating a lot of meat, at first, so he really needed the iron ‘n’ all that stuff that’s in green things.
I’m pretty sure the people who say these things are a real meal are all either people who sit in offices all day and don’t burn any calories or people who get paid to tell other people to starve themselves, but Cas will drink this smoothie when he won’t eat anything else, and that goes a hell of a long way.
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