So uhhh this happened somehow without me noticing
Umm are yall okay? Are yall good? I even cleaned it out to make sure none of them were bots too...it made the number go down by like 5 but still 400?!?! Asdftyh thank youu?? My brain is still computing three digit numbers let alone 100 followers away from 500???
Umm but yeah thanks so much! It means so much that you guys enjoy my writings, ramblings, and sometimes drawings lol
Thank you guys!
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Title for the fic game: midnight in India
Okay, okay, so ... this is specifially for you haha
Hux used to be a famed, awared-winning chef with his own restaurant 'Le Premier Ordre'. But his life came crashing down around him when The Resistance, a group of investigative journalists, uncovered some rather unsavory things about his late father, who had founded "Le Premier Ordre". The subsequent scandal causes quite a stir and, in the end, forces Hux to shut down his restaurant.
Since he hasn't exactly made a lot of friends during his career (due to his charming personality, most people in the business hate his guts), it turned out to be infuriatingly difficult to find a new and adequate position. In the end he has to settle for "Sneaky Snoke", a very hip and trendy bar with a small and selective menu.
Hux hates it. He hates his job. He hates his life. He hates everything and everyone. Particularly Ben Solo, the new bartender his boss has hired. That guy is insufferable, and what's even worth, everyone else seems to like him.
After a particularly taxing shift, Hux just wants to drink himself into a stupor in peace. But of course Solo isn't having any of that. He insists that, if Hux really has to get plastered, he musn't do it drinking cheap cooking wine and whatever else he has available in the kitchen.
Hux has no idea why he relents. He has even less of an idea why, after a couple shots and cocktails, he keeps pouring his soul out to this man who is practially a stranger. But he does. And, loathe as he is to admit it, Solo isn't even half bad. Same as his cocktails.
Particularly the one Solo claims to have invented specifically for him (the pretentious arse).
It's called "Midnight in India".
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NOBLESSE OBLIGE
Bruce Wayne (The Batman 2022) x Sang-hee Choi (Original Character).
In the summer of 1997, Sang-hee Choi meets Bruce Wayne and the city of Gotham.
Years later, when they are no longer children, they begin to unwind the threads that bind them together in both love and dread.
This is a link to a collection of old one-shots and fic snippets part of the unpublished Noblesse Oblige fanfic and dedicated to @malangaleaves, the author. Only registered users on AO3 can access. Please note that this collection contains NSFW material.
AO3.
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so when food is too salty we might say "打死卖盐的" basically meaning "did you beat the salt merchant to death" but one time in an attempt to be a little polite and a little funny to the chef (my mother) i said "……是不是又跟卖盐的有矛盾了" meaning "are you... having a dispute with the salt merchant again" and now it's a whole thing in my family
anyway point being there has been another altercation with the salt merchant
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Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."
Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.
These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!
Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!
Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.
So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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COMMENT ON OLD FICS, I BEG YOU!
I swear to god after like a week people will still be reading but nobody leaves comments anymore and I just want to make it absolutely clear that I would be excited and elated to get a comment on these fics one hundred years after I post them.
A FIC IS NEVER TOO OLD TO LEAVE A NICE COMMENT ON. GO FORTH AND COMMENT!
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