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Tiger, 18
“My hat and motorcycle jacket are from Fried Rice NYC, pants are MNML, shoes Mihara Yasuhiro‘s big boots. The hat is actually relatively large – it feels like a little helmet!”
Sep 22, 2023 ∙ Greenwich Village
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La Dinastia, NYC
My favorite fried chicken in New York City!
La Dinastia on West 72nd St. is a classic Chinese-Dominican restaurant that my friend Victor introduced me to 25 years ago and we have no stopped eating at since. Obviously it was easier when we lived ten blocks away on 82nd St., but we’re still happy to make the trip from wherever we live. Even after we moved to Shanghai, we visited La Dinastia every time we flew back.
Last Friday we hit The Dead Poet for a few cocktails first, then shot down to the Return Brewing Tap Takeover at The Hoptimist before heading to La Dinastia for my friend John’s birthday dinner. As a creature of habit, my family always orders the exact same thing here, but this time, John had the honor of choosing our dinner... as long as their Boneless Crispy Crackling Chicken hit the table, as seen above. Here’s a look at what else we went with...
Old school pork egg rolls, which are getting harder and harder to find in the city...
Fried pork dumplings, which were a first for me...
General Tso’s Crispy Beef...
Arroz con Pollo Dominican Style...
There was also an order of their Chickpeas in Moro sauce, which is another dish I always get, and highly recommend you do too.
Everything was outstanding as always! Consistency is king here.
And, for another first, I ordered a cocktail instead of beer, a Nutcracker, with rum, amaretto, SoCo, pineapple juice and grenadine...
Several of New York’s long-time Latin-Chinese restaurants did not survive the pandemic, with even La Caridad 78 closing, but La Dinastia was packed with people, still going strong with all the same staff, and now their kids, who have been serving here for the three decades I’ve been going.
In the end, it’s the food that people keep coming back for, and on that front, La Dinastia is still at the top of their game!
LA DINASTIA
145 West 72nd St.
NY, NY 10023
212-362-3801
https://www.ladinastia72.com
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Tired of the spam, fake pages and porn following me
#me#real talk#follow#jersey#nyc#bored#supremenewyork#trending#clapback#lit#y'all hoes miss me?#deep fried#white rice#gunna#ysl#Gucci
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End of Term (NYC College AU)
Part 1 of 2
(Link to Part 2 will appear here when posted)
Summary: Fawn is a small-town girl from West Virginia trying to find her future in the Big Apple. She's left everything from her past behind her . . . or so she thinks. During her final exams, Fawn is completely unaware that she's been pregnant since before the semester began -- and her labor has started. As her discomfort grows more intense throughout the day, Fawn gets a little closer to discovering the cause of it. Hopefully, it doesn't take her too long to figure it out.
((This story features Newt, who belongs to @mittysins.))
TW: Cryptic pregnancy, graphic bodily descriptions, implications of past abuse, emotionally traumatic birth experience.
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I still wasn't used to the subway trains. Sitting on one was like riding an elevator sideways during an earthquake. The g-force of every start and stop made my stomach lurch, and I still almost flew outta my seat every time. I could expect to be a little queasy by the time Newt and I reached our last stop -- and that was when I didn't wake up sick.
"Bleh. I blame YOU for this!" I text messaged Newt, despite the fact he was sitting a few seats over. He was sitting in our usual spot, but that morning I needed to sit in the back corner, where I could curl up and rest against the wall.
I saw Newt check his phone from the corner of my eye, and seconds later I got his reply: "How is indigestion MY fault?"
"I didn't even want takeout until YOU asked for it." I was sure to put a goofy emoji at the end of the message to show I was being sarcastic.
"Sorry. Cravings." Newt replied. A second later he sent a gif of a cartoon cat shrugging.
I leaned over and met his eyes with a deliberately exaggerated frown. There were several strangers sitting between us, and I probably looked crazy -- but what else was new in this city? I hit 'send', and watched Newt check his phone. I delighted in his held back snicker when he saw the giant picture of a middle finger on his screen.
That morning marked the start of our first finals week as freshman at Queens College. Newt and I had stayed up as late as possible, doing some last-minute study cramming at my apartment. Now that Newt was entering his second trimester, he was trading in his morning sickness for late-night cravings of Chinese food -- specifically steamed dumplings with fried rice (but it had to be plain rice, he'd cried when I'd accidentally ordered the pork rice).
"You're a bad influence on me, lol. I need to stop joining in on your craving binges." I hugged my backpack tighter to my stomach as my guts cramped again.
"I'm not the one who ordered two boxes of sesame chicken and three extra egg rolls." Newt retorted. A second later: "Not to mention the lo mein."
"The lo mein was supposed to be for lunch today! >:("
"Ye right. ;)"
Fine, yeah, I'd overdone it last night. I could barely contain myself around food anymore. Ever since I'd arrived in New York City that past summer, I'd been overeating. I guess I was eating my emotions. The stress had been piling up all fuckin' semester!
Moving from the suburbs of West Virginia to such a huge city had my nerves fried by the time I settled into my teeny-tiny apartment that was more expensive than a house back home. Stacked on that was the anxiety of starting school. Stacked on that was the fact my roommate, Makayla, refused to do her share of chores. Stacked on that was homesickness. Stacked on that was studying enough to not lose my scholarship. Then stacked on all of that, my one and only friend in this city was dealing with an unplanned pregnancy.
If my next-door neighbor hadn't been Newt, I'd still be floundering. Without a doubt. We clicked at first sight, as if we'd known each other in a past life. He was my lifeline. Newt had lived in Manhattan all his life, but Queens College was the only local school within his budget and that's how we'd ended up in the same off-campus student housing. He was the one that taught me street-smarts -- which roads to avoid at night, where the best Mom-and-Pop restaurants were, how to hail a cab, and how to read the hieroglyphics that were the subway maps. Although we'd only been friends for barely a month when he knocked on my door with a positive pregnancy test and tears in his eyes, I'd never thought twice about being his shoulder to cry on and his hand to hold.
I didn't care if worrying over him added to the stress of my new life here, it was a worry I gladly carried.
But it seemed all that stress was finally catching up to me.
As the train came to another screaming halt, I was twisting myself into a pretzel. My stomach was cramping again, straining hard to move along the mountain of food I'd eaten twelve hours earlier. The doors slid open, and several passengers I recognized as fellow students stood up. Newt joined them, slinging his bookbag over his shoulder and plucking the air pods out of his ears. I knew I needed to get up, but my legs needed a few extra seconds of convincing.
"You good?" Newt asked as he watched me lift myself off the seat in segments.
"I'm fine," I said, walking with him onto the platform. "I just hope that Pepto kicks in soon."
"How many exams you got today?"
"Three," I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders. "Chemistry, biology, and that stupid-ass remedial algebra class."
"Ha! I've only got two," Newt gloated, pausing to zip up his oversized red jacket.
"Uh-huh, but don't you have to wait eight hours between them?"
"Gives me plenty of time to study," he said as we continued up the station stairs. The sonofabitch was talking like he hadn't been complaining all week about his morning class and evening class having the same exam day.
"Please," I smirked, rolling my eyes, "I know you're just gonna play The Sims 4 on your laptop."
We both shivered as we walked out of the muggy underground and into the biting cold winds coming off the harbor. I pulled my hood over my head and pulled the drawstrings tighter around my neck.
"You can't prove anything," Newt grinned, his breath coming out as a soft cloud.
I gave him a comedically unamused look. "You're pregnant, so I'm not gonna hit you."
Newt chuckled and placed his hand over the small, four-month bump that was hiding under his jacket. "Thanks for the save, kiddo."
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The walk to campus was only two blocks, but it felt like I was forcing myself to trudge through mud. I regretted ordering so much food. Clearly, I hadn't learned my lesson, yet.
My overeating the last few months had me in a constant state of bloat. It always felt like a giant water balloon was sitting right on my guts. I was peeing every few minutes, my kidneys working overtime to get rid of the extra fluid I was holding. Gas bubbles were always rolling through me, too. They were mostly just annoying blips of movement but recently they'd gotten painful.
The worst were the large pockets of air that got trapped under my ribs. They would stay there for hours sometimes, making it excruciating to breathe. Nothing in the world could help me when I got like that; I just had to go about my day in agony and wait until the pressure spreading my ribs apart decided to move along.
By now, I was kinda used to functioning while my intestines were trying to kill me; but, God, they were trying extra hard that day.
My stomachache flared up right outside the library, the shortcut I took to get to chemistry class. I sat down on a bench, gripping the edge of the seat and trying not to double over. My sides ached, and a deep stabbing pain plunged deep inside my abdomen. The invisible knife twisted, and I realized I was holding my breath.
"Fawn?"
I looked up at Newt, who had doubled back to check on me. His first class was on the other side of campus, and the library was where our daily routes split for most of the day.
"I'll be fine," I said, waving him away. "I'll buy a soda at lunch. That usually helps."
Newt glanced over his shoulder, down the path he was supposed to take, and then stepped a little closer. "I won't be out of here until five. Don't wait up for me, okay? When you're done with exams, just go home."
"Yeah, I will," I nodded. "That sounds good."
Newt nodded back, looking a lot more at ease. "Is it okay if I come over with some soup later? I found a new recipe online and it looks really good!"
"That's fine," I said, stretching my arms over my head to loosen up my torso. "Just use your key. I'll see 'ya then, bud."
"See you then." He gave me a two-fingered salute and continued on his way.
I checked the time on my phone and sighed. I had to get moving again, or else I'd have half my final exam score deducted for being late. My chemistry professor was a real stickler for being on-time.
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I'd moved to New York City to finally get my degree in Botany & Plant Science. It'd been my dream for a while to become a researcher and study the pharmaceutical use of plants. Having a pair of old hippies as parents will inspire that interest in 'ya. Queens College was the best scholarship I could get out-of-state, and I had to be out-of-state. I just had to be.
I already had trouble fitting in with my classmates as a "mature" undergrad student. Since when was twenty-nine considered too "mature" for college?! All of my subjects were basic introductory courses, and that meant I was surrounded by fresh-faced teenagers less than a year out of high school. Even Newt wasn't that young. He'd taken a few years off before college, but apparently twenty-four was still young enough to fit in with the crowd.
At least not having any classroom friends meant I was left alone that morning. I sat in my assigned seat and watched the rest of the students file in from the hallway. The desk allowed me to hunch down when my stomach clenched again, the muscles in my abs pinching hard. I crossed my legs and bounced my foot, trying to distract myself from the storm brewing inside me as the professor laid out the rules of the exam period.
I was in pain for that entire hour. It was hard to keep up with the time limit. I had to pause on several multiple-choice questions -- sometimes because they were challenging, other times because the stabbing, twisting pain was flaring up. I began fantasizing about how good I'd feel after I was able to get my hands on a soda, and that daydream carried me through.
Shockingly, I was one of the first students to stand up -- and I'd finished with barely eleven minutes to spare. My professor nodded at me as I placed my exam packet on his desk, and he quietly wished me a good winter break as I shuffled out the door.
Freedom at last! There were about two hours to kill before my biology exam, so I was sure with a light snack and some rest I'd be feeling better by then.
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I'd worked hard to build up enough of a nest egg to live off in New York. I'd squirreled money away for three years in a secret bank account, and lied to Alexander about how much my hourly pay was. My scholarship covered only part of my housing costs, and I knew living off savings couldn't last all four years of school. However, I was not going to stress over buying a three-dollar root beer when it felt like I was being wrung like a washcloth.
The dining hall at Queens was a glorified cafeteria: fold-out tables, plastic chairs, too much noise and not enough space. I really wasn't hungry, but I knew if I skipped out on lunch I would regret it later. So, I stopped by the Nathan's stand to grab a hotdog and bag of plain potato chips to go with my large cup of carbonated medicine.
I made do with sitting at the empty end of a crowded table, where the huddle of dudes at the other end were playing Magic: the Gathering. That stuff was more Newt's scene than mine, so I put my earbuds in and pulled up the YouTube app on my phone.
The Peanuts Christmas special played on my screen as I nibbled on chips and washed the salt away with long swigs of root beer. I was hoping to summon a little Christmas spirit to help me not feel so dead inside. It was two weeks away, and it was the little candy-red cherry atop my mountain of things to worry about. Between hesitant bites of hotdog, I wondered how I could pry some gift ideas out of Newt last-minute. I'd already gotten him an Amazon gift card, but I wanted to get him something a little more per-.
I sucked a sharp breath through my nostrils, choking on half-chewed bread as my stomach cramped again. It didn't feel the same as the hundreds of other cramps I'd been having. This one was bad. It was really. Fucking. Bad! I curled up in the seat, my hands dipping inside my hoodie pocket to press against my stomach. Even through three layers of clothing, I could feel my muscles clenching.
And it just wouldn't stop. Most of them would fade after a few seconds, but this one just kept going. I doubled over, pressing on my belly and praying the pain would stop.
And then it stopped.
I sat up straight and looked around. No one nearby was paying any attention, but my freckles turned pink anyway as I quickly rose and tossed what was left of my food in the trash. I chugged the rest of the soda.
There were still two exams to go, but I was already checked out for the day. I knew there was a bottle of cupcake vodka leftover from Makayla's birthday party last month. Mixed in a milkshake, that stuff had been sweet enough to give me both a sugar high and a buzz. Maybe if the soda didn't do the trick I'd go home and try soothing my stomach with one of those. I deserved one already, and it wasn't even noon.
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It hurt to be upright.
My biology exam was half lab work and half a written test. The class was split into two groups: one to do the lab first, and one to do the written exam first. Guess which one I was in.
I was white-knuckling that clipboard as I quietly shuffled from one specimen sample to the next. Identify this bone. Identify that leaf. Is this a rock or a fossil? I was rocking my weight from side-to-side as subtly as I could. The cramping hadn't eased up since lunch. I was feeling this one down to the soles of my feet and keeping 'em moving was the only way I could stay standing.
At the apex of the cramp, I grit my teeth as a new pain bloomed deep inside my hips. I leaned my weight over the table, disguising the motion as trying to get a better look at a specimen. A knife-like stab hit my cervix and the ache radiated between my legs.
Ah, okay. I knew that kind of pain, even if it'd been a while.
No wonder the indigestion was so bad. I always got an upset stomach the day my period was due to start. 'Course, I could never tell when I was due. I tried tracking them, but ever since puberty they'd been on a schedule of their own. My cycles had been mild spotting for most of that year, so I figured there was a mighty buildup of Mother Nature in there that was trying to come out. No wonder I was already cramping so hard.
Oh, boy . . . and from my experience, I could tell I was in for a world of hurt once I actually started bleedin'.
I made it through the written half of the exam free of carnage. The pain was somehow easier to deal with when I knew it was all just hormones. At the water fountain down the hall, I popped a few ibuprofen out of my purse and downed them. There, now I knew I'd be feeling better once those puppies kicked in.
Another two hours, and I'd be free to go home.
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I was relaxing on a sofa in the library when I suddenly felt a pouring wetness in the crotch of my pants. Ah, fuck. Fuck!
I left my backpack behind in a panic and speed-walked to the nearest restroom. I subtly pulled my hoodie as far over my hips as possible, hoping to hide anything that leaked through my sweatpants as I shuffled past other quietly studying students. I cussed myself out in my head for not thinking to put on a pad as soon as I started cramping.
Once I was hidden away in a stall, I inspected the damage. My underwear was damp with a watery pink discharge as well as several dark red clots. Yes, some of it had seeped through my pants, but not enough to be noticeable. I could still feel it dripping down into the toilet as I tried to clean everything up.
All it took was that first drop of blood for the cramps to reach their full strength. That was always the case when I missed a few periods. I pressed my lips together to stop a groan from escaping as I doubled over and hugged my midsection. My entire torso throbbed and clenched inward. My toes curled inside my sneakers as the pain once again trickled down to the soles of my feet. My jaw locked up as I grit my teeth against the pain, and I felt a charlie horse starting in the back of my neck.
Everything. Fucking. HURT.
The cramp left me feeling slightly weak. It didn't just disappear, it just . . . settled back into my muscles as a soft, constant ache. I held a wad of toilet paper between my legs for a few seconds, and in that short amount of time it was soaked in pastel pink. The floodgates had opened, and it wasn't going to stop. This pink discharge was no doubt going to become a full red tide by the time I got home.
I returned to the couch wearing a cheap cotton pad from the restroom vending machine. Although it wasn't smart, I swallowed two more ibuprofen dry. I sat curled up in the corner of the sofa, killing the last forty minutes before my exam watching videos on my phone.
The cramps just kept coming. I kept feeling blood gushing out of me and into the pad. My labia were constantly throbbing, and not in the good way. Every time I cramped, it felt like I was being turned inside out.
I seriously considered blowing off my algebra exam. I would fail the class, but I could just re-take it next semester, right? Maybe I could re-schedule the final if I brought in a doctor's note? Well, fuck . . . no, I couldn't do that. My health insurance wouldn't fully cover an emergency room visit and I doubted a doctor's note from three days after the final would be able to save my sorry ass.
Besides, I hated remedial algebra so much I felt nauseous at the thought of doing it again. I was just gonna have to suck it up and get through it like everyone else. Then, I wouldn't have to think about anything else until tomorrow.
God, why me?! Why today of all days to start the worst period in the history of mankind?!
I wondered if there was some cosmic deity out there who was taking joy in my suffering. If so, at least this pain was good for something in the grand scheme of things.
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Despite the biting December air, I felt sweat dripping down my back as I trudged across campus to attend my last exam. It hurt to walk. It hurt to stand. Hell, it just hurt to exist. I made myself keep a steady pace, although my body was demanding I stop with every cramp. When that telltale stabbing would start in my lower back, all I wanted to do was lay on the floor and cry; but I was a grown-up, and I had grown -up stuff to do.
When I sat at my desk, my hips jolted up as if the hard plastic seat had burned me. I let out an involuntary gasp of pain, and my face burned in embarrassment as everyone turned to look at me. I started a chesty cough to disguise the sound.
I hadn't noticed it when sitting on the plush couch, but my labia were ungodly swollen and sore. This was not something that usually happened during my period. I knew my hormones were way out of whack this time around, so . . . maybe it was some weird hormonal reaction?
Whatever it was, it wasn't making the exam any easier.
My whole weight was sitting square on my pelvis in that uncomfortable classroom desk, and it was torture. I tried sitting as far back as I could to take the pressure off, but that just made my tailbone hurt, too.
My pencil slipped in my wet palm as I desperately tried to fill the bubbles in on my scantron sheet. I wriggled my hips, trying in vain to find a way to sit that didn't hurt like hell. Sweat began to drip from under my sports bra beneath my layers of clothing. It was taking everything in my power not to beg my professor to let me take the exam while lying on the floor. Fuck, I'd even do it standing on my head -- anything to get the pressure off my poor vagina.
Ten minutes in I decided to leave my final grade up to fate. I was in so much pain, I no longer cared if I failed the class. I chose my answers based on educated guesses, skipping the solving process entirely.
I was staggering to my feet within twenty minutes, and my professor gave me a scowl when he saw my worksheet hardly had any equations written on it. He leaned in as I placed my scantron on his desk.
"I hope you know you've wasted your time," he whispered, glowering at me from under his bi-focals. "You may as well have not showed up."
The only answer I could offer was a nod. I hurried into the hallway, tears blurring my vision.
I knew I'd wasted my time. I knew I'd fucked myself over. The further I walked down the hall, the more I regretted not trying harder.
I threw the test after ten fuckin' minutes, just so I could go home and be lazy. I wasn't sick, I was just on my period! What sorry excuse was that for wasting tuition money? There were probably dozens of other students in the same amount of pain I was in, but they weren't throwing away their grades over it. God, I was pathetic. I was so determined to pass this stupid remedial class at the start of the semester, even if it was with a 'C', but in ten minutes I'd given up.
Maybe Alex was right. Maybe I was just too damn stupid to be here.
By the time I stepped outside, I was crying. I pulled up my hood to hide the tears and kept my head down as I began the long walk off campus.
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The noon train wasn't as packed as the seven o'clock train, but it was still too full for my liking. That was what I hated about the city; you couldn't go anywhere without brushing shoulders with a stranger.
There were available seats, but I couldn't sit down. My lower lips were throbbing with my heartbeat. I had my arm wrapped around a standing bar, clinging for dear life against the g-forces of the train. My stance had to be wider than natural, or else my thighs would pinch and cause a hot, pulsating pain through my stomach. I knew I probably looked like a drunk trying to hold themselves up against gravity, but I reminded myself that New Yorkers see things like that on the trains all the time. No one would say anything as long as I kept to myself. My hood was still up to hide the leaks in my eyes, the flow of tears I couldn't fully control.
I clung tighter to the bar as I cramped again, and a warm gush soaked into the pad between my legs. My eyes dripped as they stared off into nothing, my mind going blank from the pain. A sudden "buzz-buzz" from the phone in my pocket brought me back from the void. I blinked my vision clear and checked the text message. It was from Newt, replying to a text I'd sent earlier:
"Sorry ur feeling so shit :( You going home?"
I rested my temple against the smudged chrome pole and typed my reply:
"On the train now."
Three grey dots appeared below my message.
Buzz-buzz.
"Still want me to come over??"
I replied: "Yeah. Makayla's with her boyfriend for the week and I need distraction."
Grey dots. Buzz-buzz.
"Awww poor bb. A whole apartment all to yourself. Glad I'm not THAT unlucky. /s "
I grinned and dried half my face on my shoulder. Newt had never fit in with his roommate's group of frat boy sports fans. Just like I had never gelled with Makayla's crowd of hardcore party girls. They weren't "bad" people, they were just . . . not "our" people.
"We need new roommates," I typed.
Dots. Buzz-buzz.
"Ye."
I felt another huge gush, and my thighs pressed together in response. My inner cheek bled as my teeth chopped through it. Fuck. Forgot to not do that.
That cheap pad didn't feel like it was gonna hold up much longer. The last thing I needed was to reenact the elevator scene from The Shining in front of two dozen strangers on the subway. I pulled my hoodie further over my hips, just in case.
"Fair warning," I typed, "my apartment might be a bloodbath by the time you get there."
Dots. Buzz-buzz.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!"
"Omfg."
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"Ohhh my fucking god."
I angled my lower back into the stream of hot water, pressing my hands into the glass wall of the shower. I hung my head as my body gradually clamped down on itself like a vice, tighter . . . tighter . . . tighter. Now that I was safely inside the privacy of my apartment, I could finally deal with the pain how I wanted: whining like a 'lil bitch.
"Ohhh my fucking god," I repeated, the sentence crawling out of my mouth as a slurred moan.
The water splashed pink at my feet. A few dime-sized globs of red fell onto the shower mat and were washed away. My pad had been soaked through with that thin pink discharge, but hardly any real blood. My body must've been trying to break my uterus open like a piggy bank to get out what it needed, because I felt like I was dying.
"God," I dragged the word out for a solid minute in a deep, angry groan as I sank to my knees. I ran out of breath, but the pain kept going. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and pitched forward, eyelids pinched shut and teeth open in a gaping snarl. The muscles in my torso vibrated with tension. It was hard to breathe, my ribs too tight to get a full breath. The air I managed to suck in came back out as another drawn-out groan: "Fuck."
I'd been trying for hours to ease the cramping and indigestion that were teaming up to kill me. I'd taken enough ibuprofen to drop a horse. I'd taken Pepto-Bismol like shots of tequila. Heating pads had helped, but not for long. I'd put an ice pack between my legs to bring down the swelling, but the ice stung. I'd turned the temperature as high as I could tolerate and was now face-down on the shower floor, letting the water hit anywhere it could reach. My skin was scalded red, but the iota of relief I got was worth it.
Knock, knock, knock. Three solid knocks on the bathroom door.
I knelt there with my cheek in a puddle of water, too engulfed in pain to react.
"Soup delivery!" A cheery tenor voice on the other side, somewhat drowned by the water rolling over my ears.
Newt? What was he doing here? He didn't leave school until five. Shit, what time was it? How long had I been home?
I lifted myself onto my elbows, blowing out a long breath as I waited for the pain to fade. As soon as it did, I called loud enough for Newt to hear me over the roar of the shower:
"I'll be out in a sec. Just put everything in the kitchen."
"M'kay."
I didn't hear Newt walk away, but I heard his heavy crockpot being set on the counter -- the kitchen shared a wall with the bathroom. God, that apartment was tiny.
Ugh. I had to get up. I'd been in there too long. The water was turning cold. My hands and feet were pruney. I had to get up. I had to get up.
I climbed up the slick glass wall, leaving smeared handprints in the condensation. The higher I stood on my feet, the worse I felt; but if you'd asked me to describe how, I wouldn't have known what to say. I steadied myself, turned the water off, and opened the shower door.
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There was a fresh bowl waiting for me on the counter as I stepped into the kitchen, but I didn't have an appetite.
"Don't like it?" Newt asked, serving himself a helping of soup from the crockpot.
My hair was hanging limp around my face and shoulders, dripping water like the branches of a weeping willow; but the droplets rolling down my neck weren't water. A sticky layer of sweat was coating my back and my legs beneath my plush winter pajamas. The bowl of homemade French onion soup sat untouched and steaming in front of me.
"No, it looks good," I said. "I just don't really feel like eat--ugh!" Another cramp started and this time I didn't hold back a moan of pain. "Augh!"
Newt set his bowl on the stove and took a few soft-footed steps towards me. "Does your period usually hurt like this?" he asked, rubbing his hand over my back.
I shook my head and braced my hands against the counter, unable to answer him with words. I tried to speak, but my mouth would only allow a series of small moans and gasps as the pain went on and on and on and -- fuck, this wasn't right! It had been almost a year since my last full bleed, but there was no way in hell this level of pain was normal!
I leaned over the counter, rocking my hips in a fruitless bid to shake away the twisting, stabbing, squeezing pain. As I struggled to fill my lungs with air, my mind scrambled for answers. Was this what endometriosis felt like? A cyst rupturing? A fibroid? Oh my god, what if it was a tumor?!
I felt more fluid dripping in globs onto my pad, and I let out a sob. "It feels so bad!" I whimpered to my friend, tears coming to my eyes. "I just . . . just want it to stop!" My lower back suddenly felt like it was going to break, and I let out another sob as my knees began to give out under me.
Newt saw me falling and he acted quick. His arms hooked under my shoulders, and he arched his back to try and keep me standing.
"Woah, hey!" he cried as he caught me in a low crouch, just before I'd hit the ground. "What's wrong?!"
My first thought was to tell him to put me down. He shouldn't be straining himself like that, and I worried about him even through the blinding pain. I opened my mouth to scold him, but that's when it happened. I will never forget the moment it happened.
A huge weight began to sit on my lower bowels, and I swear to god I thought my guts were going to fall out. A tsunami wave of nausea rolled up from that horrible sinking pressure and hit my stomach like a geyser. I dry heaved and sank lower to the floor as my mind was overtaken by one silent demand:
Push!
"Newt-!" was all I managed to gasp.
And then I was bearing down with all my strength.
I'd never felt anything more intense in my life. It was an unholy demon pressing down on me, and I had no choice but to submit.
A scream -- a full, honest-to-god scream -- ripped itself free of my throat. I rested just long enough to inhale, and then I was pushing again, my chin pressed to my chest. I felt a shift deep inside, pressing against my lower spine. Something was prying me open. Something was slipping its way down.
I screamed again as the realization finally dawned on me: Something was coming out!
"Fawn?!" I heard his frantic voice, but my vision was haloed in black. "Fawn, talk to me!"
I held onto Newt as my lifeline, until I ran out of the strength to push anymore. "Help me!" I panted, hugging him closer. "God, please help me!"
"What is it?!"
"I'm fucking turning inside out!" I cried, growling as I pushed the object lower into my pelvis.
At first, I was convinced my colon or something was about to pop out like a fucked up horror movie; but I felt the object heading to a different area of my body. I could feel my swollen labia pushing out into my pad.
"Augh, I think it's my uterus!" I sobbed as I strained -- unable to stop myself in both regards. "That's what's falling out!"
"What the fuck?!" Newt cried. "That can happen?!"
"Yes!"
"Oh, shit!" Newt jumped up and began circling the kitchen. "Where the hell is my phone?! I'm calling 9-1-1!"
"Please fucking do!" I yelled, dropping to all fours as Newt hurried to look for his phone in the living room.
Forbidding myself to push was like forbidding myself to breathe. It simply had to happen. Tears flowed from my eyes as I was forced to push out one of my own internal organs. Not just any organ, the one that would end my dream of having a family once it was gone.
This was hell. I was in hell.
My hips tried to jerk away from the pain as the object began to force itself though my vagina. I felt the object pressing against my pad as I pushed, and I wondered if it would be enough to hold it in. Maybe if I could somehow keep it inside me, the doctors would be able to pull it back in.
The next push told me I had no other choice but it let it out. What was happening was happening fast. Too fast. Too fast! Oh, fuck! I felt my skin yawn open and pull tight, creating a hellish burn that made me scream myself hoarse.
I hiked my pants down and craned my neck to see between my legs. The first thing I saw was a long strand of pink-red mucous clinging to my bulging lips for a few seconds, before dripping down onto the pad at my knees.
I saw a hint of something beginning to breech out of me. It was fleshy and covered in blood. It was somewhat blue colored and wrinkled, and I was terrified. My inside-out uterus was coming out of me, and I couldn't bear the sight.
I shut my eyes tight and screamed through another huge push. I had a flash of the thought: "Since when was my uterus this big? Isn't it supposed to be small?" But it was gone before I could dwell on it.
Newt's footsteps ran back into the kitchen.
"Okay, I found-."
Both his voice and his footsteps came to a screeching halt as they entered the room. I heard something drop to the ground, and it sounded like the heavy-duty casing Newt kept on his cellphone.
"Holy fucking shit . . . !" Newt's voice was muffled, as if he was pressing his hand to his mouth.
"If it's really bad, don't tell me," I begged through gritted teeth, a small sob jolting my shoulders.
Newt didn't say anything, but I heard him drop to his knees in front of me. I opened my eyes and saw him spreading a hand towel from the sink over his lap.
"It's not that bad," he said, taking my arms and adjusting them so I was holding onto his shoulders. His voice was uncanny -- it was obvious he was pretending to be calm.
Newt draped the towel over his hands and my heart dropped.
"W-what are you doing?" I asked.
"Don't worry. I've got you covered," he said. "Just push."
"Newt?" I asked, turning my face towards his. My heart was starting to pound behind my eyes. "What's happening to me?"
I didn't see him smile, but his tone remained steady. "It'll be okay, Fawn. I promise."
I gripped his arms tighter as another pain started. "Oh god, I'm dying, aren't I?" I groaned. I wasn't even scared at the thought -- at this point, death felt like the only end to this pain. I'd all but accepted it.
"You're not dying, Fawn," Newt said, brushing his cheek against mine. His fledging facial hair tickled. "You're fine, you just need to push."
Sighing, I lowered my forehead to his shoulder and followed my body's demands. The stretch continued, grew worse by the second, until something round and squishy slipped out and dangled between my thighs.
God, it was finally over.
All we had to do was call an ambulance and they could take me to surgery. However this happened, there was still a chance my uterus could be saved. My dream didn't have to be - !
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, I was still pushing!
I screamed into Newt's body as my burning lips spread further over something wide for a few white-hot seconds. There was a disgusting splash that gushed over my inner thighs, followed by the softest little 'plop'.
I was empty. I felt hollow and numb. My body buzzed, but it felt dead. I was left gasping in deep breaths to steady my racing heart, staring off into nothing over Newt's shoulder. My eyes burned from sweat pouring down my brow.
"Fawn," Newt said -- his voice sounded miles away, "look."
"I don't wanna look at it," I sighed, wiping my face on my sleeve.
That's when she cried for the first time.
A warbled little mewl flew up to meet my ears.
I looked down, in the space between Newt and I . . . and I screamed.
A blue cord of flesh was hanging between my legs, coated in blood. It trailed down in a soft arch to the towel sitting on Newt's lap, where I saw the answer to every question I'd had that day.
Laying there between Newt's hands, squirming and screaming and blue, was a wrinkly newborn baby.
She was a girl.
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End of Part 1 of 2
Author's Note: Thank you for reading Part 1! This is by far the longest fic I've written thus far. It's so long that I had to split it into two chapters! Part 2 will be available very soon. This story will be available on my AO3 page, just like all of my other fics! Feel free to follow me or any of my stories there under the same name.
#fawn drabbles#mittysins#borrowed ocs#fawn and newt#birth kink#labor kink#newt my beloved <3#pre-relationship ship fic
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get to know me better tag
ty for the tag my beloved emma @fullmetalscullyy (can't believe it's been a year since we met up?!?!? I MISS HANGING OUT WITH YOU)
three ships: twiyor, royai, minakushi 💞
first ever ship: minakushi 🥰 they canonically got married had a kid and d-worded
last song: twenty-three, IU 🕺
last movie: are you there god? it's me, margaret (my bff and i were bawling very loudly in the corner lmao)
currently reading: contempt by alberto moravia + all of @silvershiner's old fics
currently watching: spy x family!! wakuwaku!!
currently consuming: leftovers... my diet rn closely resembles pre-loid forger twilight LMAO. except i probably consume 17263786x the amount of rice that he does
currently craving: another coffee would be nice about now... and fried chicken (this is a permanent craving and no i did not eat ten chicken sandwiches in nyc)
tagging: @nightofnyx8 @roseofbattles @x-rainflame-x @beware-thegemini @thatisadamnfinecupofcoffee @annespelledwithane @tsaritsa @megthemighty @lantur @sometimesiship @yortakeme @aerequets and anyone who wants to do this :)
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Weekly Press Briefing #77
Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from December 10 - December 16. Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing!
Challenges/Prompts:
There are no open challenges/prompts that we know of this week. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote or know of one we’re missing? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.
This Week in Canon:
Welcome back to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run.
Season 1, Episode 10: In Excelsis Deo aired on December 15, 1999.
Season 3, Episode 9: Bartlet For America aired on December 12, 2001.
Season 4, Episode 11: Holy Night aired on December 11, 2002.
Season 6, Episode 9: Impact Winter aired on December 14, 2004.
Photos/Videos:
Here’s what was posted from December 10 - December 16:
Allison Janney posted a promo still from Palm Royale, which premieres March 20, 2024 on Apple TV.
Josh Malina posted a photo and translation of an ad placed in a Yiddish-language paper by his great-grandfather in 1919.
Josh Malina posted a photo of chicken fried rice that he made.
Josh Malina posted a photo of himself with a racket and pickleballs.
Josh Malina posted an image and lyrics from Candide.
Peter James Smith posted a selfie with his hotel coffee.
Peter James Smith posted photos from his final full day in NYC.
Peter James Smith posted photos of the sunset in NY and the sunrise in LA.
Peter James Smith posted a 2023 year in review slide show.
Rob Lowe posted a photo of himself surfing.
Donna Moss Daily: December 10 | December 11 | December 12 | December 13 | December 14 | December 15 | December 16
Daily Josh Lyman: December 10 | December 11 | December 12 | December 13 | December 14 | December 15 | December 16
No Context BWhit: December 10 | December 11 | December 12 | December 13 | December 14 | December 15 | December 16
@twwarchive: December 11 | December 16
@JanneyUpdates: December 12
Edits/Artwork:
#joshdonna: safety net by @nacejisbon [VIDEO EDIT]
Editors’ Choice:
This week brings us the anniversary of the first airing of Impact Winter. Here are some of our favorite fics based on that episode. Be sure to share yours that we didn’t include!
and what have you done by sam_writes_fics | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | It's the first Christmas Day without her in five years, and the silent vow made in a cold and empty apartment to fix this. To fix them. Even if he doesn’t know how.
//’tis the season
The Harsh Impact of Reality by GinnyK | Rated M | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | Complete | Post Ep Impact Winter
Two Weeks by Jennifer Wilson [archived by westwingfancentral_archivist] | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | This is set the day Donna quits and takes a hard turn away from canon after the words, 'I quit.'
Thanks to the Watermelon Martini by LizaCameron | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Post-ep for Impact Winter. Josh finds it within himself to be a "man" and goes after Donna.
someone like you, a desperado like me by popmart (tambsi) for onekisstotakewithme | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete | things you said with too many miles between us
Look out for our reblog with this week's fics!
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Still Left with the River (The Paradox of Motion) ∘ a Stucky Post-TFATWS Fix-it
I’ve finished Still Left with the River (The Paradox of Motion), which is a post-Endgame, post-TFATWS Stucky fix-it that involves a lot of food.
Food serves many roles in the story, picking up from how eating together can be social and communal as we see at the end of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Food also holds memories—finding what you ate as a kid again or pulling back up shared memories that haven’t come to mind in a while. And food is part of how this story is a complicated love letter to New York City.
But, especially for Bucky, food is a doorway back into the world. It’s a way to be kind to himself and experience pleasure with his body that was tortured and controlled for so long: turned against him. Food—restaurants, bars—are also a way for Bucky to get out of that brutally bare apartment and be around people again; to have a chance to form new connections in a world where pretty much everyone Bucky has ever loved is gone. What he has left is New York, which like him is still here, however changed—rebuilt over and over, transformed beyond recognition maybe but persisting in its bones, in the essential parts.
But then Steve’s body has experienced a lot of pain in his life, too, and he knows a hell of a lot about loneliness.
In this story when Steve comes back, Bucky is generous enough to want to share with Steve some of what he’s found—parts from their shared past that have endured into the present and some of the tender-pale and fragile-green shoots pushing up out of Bucky’s destroyed and rebuilt life—while Steve is struggling to find his footing in a world that’s once again changed while he was gone.
To borrow a line: I love you. I want us both to eat well.
Of course, Bucky would be generous with Steve. But also, after loss piled on loss, Bucky has somehow gotten back the only other person on earth who could understand so much, who can remember with him. Though regaining something isn’t the same as getting to keep it, which Steve and Bucky know all too well.
“Steve.” Bucky’s thumb runs back and forth through the fine short hairs at the nape of his neck. “C’mon. Come upstairs. You’re gonna love this. Gołąbki and kopytka. They do it right with fried onions and a little sugar on top. Everybody forgets the sugar.”
Leaning closer, Steve thunks his forehead right into Bucky’s, which is a small jarring hurt he didn’t mean.
“But not us.”
“That’s right,” Bucky says quietly. His warm living breath fans out against Steve’s face, from the corner of his mouth across the lower half of his cheek. “But not us. So c’mon, you mook. Up.”
Still Left with the River is a story about survival. It’s a story about food, art and grief.
For those curious, a list of foods in the image from the story are below in the cut.
1) Classic halal cart chicken shawarma
2) Fries, served with aioli not ketchup, that came with their lamb burgers and...
3) Orval trappist ale
4) Grocery store cookies, the kind that come on a plastic tray
5) Pastrami sandwiches
6) Peak summer peaches
7) Sorrel (aka Jamaica)
8) Gołąbki with rice and meat
9) A huge diner breakfast with both pancakes and hash browns
10) Old fashioned sugar cookies
11) Whiskey (I figure Steve has been around enough to pick a good bottle by now)
12) Harissa cake (aka Basbousa)
13) The NYC cheese slice speaks for itself
14) Horchata, and...
15) Oreja tacos
#stucky#stucky fic#steve x bucky#steve x bucky fic#stucky fix-it#stucky meta#post-endgame#post-tfatws#steve rogers#bucky barnes#otp: till the end of the line#otp: even when I had nothing I had you#the existential loneliness of steven g. rogers#bucky barnes needs a hug#bucky barnes treats himself#river!verse#river!verse update#my fic
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top 5 kinds of tea! 🍵
Tea I don’t drink with milk
Da Hong Pao (a type of Chinese Oolong tea)
The aroma fills the entire house, infusing your home with a velvety almost vanilla-ish smell. It is so wonderful. I don’t have the words to describe how amazing this tea smells and tastes. It’s indescribably good. Try it if you get the chance. It is best enjoyed on its own, before or after a meal.
Longjing (a type of Chinese green tea)
The higher grade varieties are fantastically fresh , fragrant, and light. It is best enjoyed after a meal. The lower grade varieties are more intense in flavor and are thus great for dishes like ochazuke (where you brew a cup of tea and pour it over rice & sashimi) and longjing stir-fried shrimp (where you brew a small and concentrated batch of tea, and infuse it in your shrimp stir-fry).
Tea I drink with milk
Sticky Rice Pu'er (a type of pu’er, an aged Chinese black tea, infused with a plant that gives it a taste reminiscent of sticky rice)
It is tea that smells like fresh mochi. Adding a dash of milk really enhances the sweet rice flavor It is also very low caffeine so you can have it in bed before going to sleep!
Teh Tarik (a type of black tea mixed with condensed milk)
Sweet, rich, creamy and delicious. A classic South East Asian breakfast tea traditionally eaten with roti canai dipped in lentil or chicken curry (which are also amazingly delicious). Roti King near Euston Station in London serves this for lunch & dinner. Nyonya Restaurant in Chinatown, NYC also does it pretty well.
Matcha (a type of Japanese green tea)
I love unsweetened matcha lattes. The fragrant smell of the tea, the sharp bitter flavor perfectly counterbalanced by the smooth and creamy milk. Hot, iced, topped with ice cream, whipped cream, etc. It goes with everything: fluffy pancakes, mochi, katsudon, curry, hayashi rice, etc.
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best ever food & drink
cucumber & watermelon (same to me)
tofu (many ways)
glass of milk and 2 cookies (various)
mini sweet peppers
egyptian kahk
homemade red bean paste (u can make a lot affordably, keep it a decent amount of time, and use it for everything)
chicken mole
sashimi (various)
bisque (various)
gazpacho (various)
fruit that you picked
the first bite of a california burger (burger with lettuce, tomato, avocado, and monterey jack cheese)
lemon pound cake
dolma
oxtail stew with chayote (white people not invited)
pozole blanco
buttered pumpkin ravioli followed by the raspberry gelato served in a coconut shell at the obligatory little italian place in my obligatory little not-italian hometown
oolong tea
lamb gyro
when i worked at the college i used to rinse out my cup noodles before microwaving them bc they were too salty. that was good
phó (various)
zalabia topped with sesame seeds
scrambled egg white with spinach and mushrooms
avocado smoothie
street corner strawberries, too ripe to be sold to grocery stores
homemade lengua estofado (white people not invited)
butterfish hand roll
fiji lakdi mithai
fruit salad consisting of: apple, jicama, oranges, cucumber, and optional melon (honeydew or cantaloupe) with mandatory seasoning of citrus juice, red pepper, and salt
fried egg over easy stirred into white rice with very small amounts of sesame oil and soy sauce
my dad is the only person who can make bbq ribs worth eating bc they are tender and heavily spiced with a homemade mustard-based sauce with more spices than i’ve ever seen on any other single object
japanese curry + chicken cutlet (my preferred curry but all are valid)
melted monterey jack cheese (any context)
go to 300 Juan Medina Rd., Chimayo, NM, 87522
muesli
homemade honey kale chip (YSAC)
extremely dry breve cappuccino
cinnamon life cereal
homemade sopapilla with honey
NYC mall shrimp tempura udon (ubiquitous in NYC indoor malls in 2009)
banana with brown sugar and a little butter heated in microwave for like 3 minutes. wait til it cools
just the crust of deep dish pizza without the toppings
buttered macaronis with white onion (poisonous to me)
hot dog and vegetable stir fry
chile con carne with MY family’s green chile recipe
oyster tasting paid for by somebody else
this one stout beer that i shared with my mother in 2017 that came in an unlabeled bottle found in the back of a restaurant that has since changed ownership. no other information
dishes containing roux, custard, or caramelized onions patiently made by your own hand (taste of the fruits of your labor)
my sister’s fucked up health recipes that are actually incredibly fucking good such as a very seasoned broth with like 5 different types of mushrooms, a buffalo chicken/sweet potato/turkey bacon casserole, and all of her various spaghetti squash glops. so FUCKING good.
arugula salad with nuts and fruits
steamed pumpkin (various seasonings)
any decently improvised sweet bread, cookie, or cake flavored chiefly with butter, white sugar, and almond extract
baked potato with the red skin no seasonings eaten outside in the cold
thick, ambrosia-like homemade horchata served in a mug at the mexican place with zero english speakers on staff
11 oz can apple sidra apple soda
banana at 2 am
worst ever food & drink
banana at 6 am
waffle house “hashbrown”
backsweetened fruit beer
whole wheat pancake
whole wheat or multigrain health flour tortilla. if you’re worried about your health just eat a corn tortilla or wrap ur stuff in lettuce
guiltiest pleasures of all time
bacon pb&j burger.
expensive californian bougie health snack bars that consist of unrecognizable seeds, unrecognizable nuts, and unrecognizable dried fruits, unrecognizably sweetened and stuck together in an unrecognizable mound
spoonful of stone ground mustard
back home theres a place where u can get craft beer, a rosé slushie actually worth havinf, taste 4 nearly identical dry red wines, and then say its ur birthday and get panini bread toasted with butter and a melted hersheys bar topped with whipped cream. the birthday treat only really tastes good once youve had the aforementioned quantity of alcohol, but i think that’s by design. like listening to shpongle while profoundly high on psychedelics
2 dennys pancakes with 2 eggs over easy placed betwixt, wherein they will be smashed and mixed with maple syrup until the entire mess is soggy yellow-brown and unrecognizable
bowl of chevys fresh mex salsa con cuchara
i experience that “just one more oreo” comic but with mazapan, & when i wake up from the mazapan fugue state every dark cloth in the house is stained permanently
hot cocoa consisting of: almond milk, dark cocoa powder, and stove heat
i will never forget starbucks sage and juniper latte in the fall of 2018. nothing else at that godforsaken restaurant will ever be that good.
those cute fude nuggets they sell at target that are like $15 per box that are shaped like stars, fishies, etc.
anything with garlic or onion (poisons me)
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Sara, 28
“I am wearing Flatlist sunnies, Brandon Blackwood bag, a vintage Dior button down styled as a halter, Fried Rice bottoms, Maison Soksi tights, and thrifted mules. Lately my style has been inspired by the increased blurred lines of formal and casual wear. Mixing these to create more interesting looks and like many of us, by finding new and non traditional ways of wearing our current pieces to minimize overconsumption.”
Sep 8, 2023 ∙ Tribeca
#nyc looks#street style#new york#street fashion#style#outfit#vintage#new york fashion week#new york street style#flatlist#brandon blackwood#dior shirt#fried rice
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tag 3 people you want to get to know better
tagged by the lovely @carmenlire. thanks!!
relationship status: single and not looking
favorite color: eggplant
song stuck in my head: Habits (Stay High) by Tove Lo
last song I listened to: 99 Red Balloons
Favorite Foods: uni, French fries with mayo, and singapore style chicken curry over rice (and holy crap I would kill to get that last one in nyc. I tried ordering from a malaysian restaurant recently but it was disappointing)
last thing I googled: "Firefox secure connection failed" and I actually DID google it as opposed to using my usual duck duck go because the firefox issue made ddg unreachable
dream trip: i wouldn't call it a dream trip but lately I've been very into the idea of touring wineries in portugal!
anything I want: for all my running injuries to permanently disappear
tagging: @tehfanglyfish, @gingersnapwolves, @michellemisfit
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ik it’s so embarrassing 💔💔 i remember that week being not the best so maybe i was just emotional in general ?? idek 😭. i also cry over fluff more than angst. i read angst when i’m like at a rly low point bc it’s almost kinda comforting ……. idk dw bae i sound insane rn too ! we pretty much have the same favorite cereal bc if i had to choose i’d get the chocolate rice crispy ones (or honey nut cheerios) and i LOVEEEE milo. my nana from australia always sends it over and it’s delishhhh. so nostalgic. YES spanakopita is life, it is so so so so good. lmk what you and your mom end up getting ^_^ that sounds so fun i love eating w ppl
ITS THE HYUNE BODY ROLLING SO TRUE. i like when he dances with short sleeves or sleeveless tops bc the arm muscles just make me 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 insane !!! i’ve been wanting to watch a new movie so maybe i’ll watch howl now ^_^ i’ve heard a TON about it and i think you just fully convinced me hehe. do you have any other movie or show recs ?? i’m not a big movie or show person but im tryingggg to watch more stuff so tell me any of your faves
oh yea i could slander america as a professional job. like don’t get me wrong i’m extremely grateful to live somewhere where i can get a good education and just like survive but at the same time … i’m barely surviving ?? all our money goes to stuff that doesn’t even benefit us ??? idk man i’ll keep going if i don’t stop myself BUT YES PLS all the mcflurries 🙏🏼. possible unpopular opinion but oreo mcflurry dipped in fries = chefs kiss. it’s an underrated combo fr
i would pay MONEYYYY to experience one skz dance practice but hyunjins alone oh my oh my oh myyyyy. i don’t think i’d survive, his clinging would be ineffective bc i’d just be 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠. smth about the way he dances just GAHHH. YES CONFIDENT MISCHIEVOUS LITTLE YONGBOK he’s so cute 😭😭😭😭 i love his korean name it’s adorable
i watched the live when i woke up this am and it was the cutest thing ever <///3. felix looked so bf and i swear the There music video made it WORSEE. the parasocial vibes rly smacked me in the face and said grace u need to wake up and accept you can’t have these men 😔
spamming once again gahhhh can u tell i’m bored <///3. im stuck inside for another day bc nyc is having a rly bad snow storm rn and it’s torturous lol. as much as i love being in my bed all day, it gives me a raging headache every timeeeee
- 🐈⬛ kisses 4 uuuuu i hope ur sleeping well ^_^
i've never tried honey nut cheerios but now i kinda want to?? lets see lets see. going back to my campus this saturday so i gotta stock up on my food stock 🫡 i'm gonna try honey nut cheerios hehe. milo is good but i can't drink it that much bcs its best mixed with milk and im lactose intolerant </3 i mean i do consume dairy anyway but milo and milk is a deadly combination. one sip and you're gonna end up with diarrhea. even worse when u have lactose intolerance. god lactose intolerance sucks so bad, especially when i love dairy </3 life is a war game and the toilet is my battle field. </3 aaa me and mumsies ended up not getting breakfast bcs we didnt wake up on time LOLL love that 4 us 🤞
sleeveless tops on hyune always look so good. his arms are so nice, the type that isn't frail nor too muscular, he's just nice. dont get me started on his hands yo his hands are pretty big too and his fingers?? majestic. slender and pretty. makes me dizzy just watching it 😵💫howl is incredibly good, u reaaaaaally need to watch it <3!! mmm for tv shows, i really like gilmore girls and jujutsu kaisen. or if you like romance, u shud try out horimiya!!
I UNDERSTAND ABT THE MONEY THING... malaysian road taxes r no joke. youngsters going broke frm paying taxes is CRAAAZY. fries dipped in vanilla ice cream is so good so i get u!!!!! it's the mixture of sweet and salty 🤌
when hyunjin does a lil smirk while dancing... im frothing drooling melting. like bae stop i will get through this phone screen and kiss u 😭 so pretty. YONGBOK IS SO CUTE AND YES HIS NAME!! I LOVE WRITING HIM AS YONGBOK BCS I LOVE HIS NAME SM... i also love jeongin's name. it's cute and suiting for him.
the live c hdbhs i was fixated on seungmin the whole time... was just staring at him dreamily like... 💭 he made a mess but i's ok bcs it's seungmo!!
THE THERE MV OH MY GOD GRACEEEEEE. I'LL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT. HYUNJIN AND SEUNGMIN'S PART GOT ME GIGGLING!!1 also can i just say that the settings suit them so much? it feels like it's actually their ideal date. jeongin with the shopping for clothes, hyunjin with the camera and channie in the studio... it makes so much sense. omg what if it IS their ideal date? bye im gonna combust. why are they parasocializing with us!! its making the delusions worse!!!
talking abt parasocializing, felix needs to calm down. bro was wiping at his mouth and stuff r u indicating that we just made out?!?! not very pg13 of him. i heard he spams om bubble too 😭 he needs to find a gf his bitchless behavior is getting worse 😟
ur spam is always entertaining so dw!! i take my time with it always cs i wanna put thought in my words hehe. sorry to hear abt the storm :(( i hope ure staying warm <3
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How to make epic Crispy Pork Belly Fried Rice - Caribbean Life
How to make epic Crispy Pork Belly Fried Rice recipe. Photo by Chris De La Rosa. Search our comprehensive guide to caribbean events in NYC for more ... http://dlvr.it/T0lrxq
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Holidays 11.25
Holidays
Blasé Day
Carers Rights Day (UK)
Catterntide
CNSO Day (India)
Day Against Domestic Violence (EU)
Don’t Utter a Word Day
Evacuation Day (NYC)
Family Day (Palau)
Global Family Business Day
Hari Guru (a.k.a. Teacher's Day; Indonesia)
Homeland Security Day
International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women (UN)
International Hat Day
Mangé Yam (Yam Festival; Haiti)
Meh Day
Monkey Buffet Festival (Thailand)
Moquegua City Foundation Day (Peru)
Mousetrap Day
National Day (Bosnia and Herzegovina)
National Don't Utter a Word Day
National Lap Dance Day
National Natural Fibers Day
National Play with Dad
National Rugby Day
National Shopping Reminder Day
Pig Day (French Republic)
SAK Meatless Day
Shopping Reminder Day [1 Month 'till Xmas]
Sixteen Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence begins [ends 12.10]
Vajiravudh Memorial Day (Thailand)
White Ribbon Day (Australia, UK)
Women's Merrymaking Day
World Safari Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
Egg Fried Rice Day (China)
National “Eat with a Friend” Day
National Parfait Day
4th & Last Saturday in November
Canadian Craft Beer Day [Last Saturday]
ClauWau begins (a.k.a. Santa Claus World Championships; Switzerland) [Last Saturday]
Holodomor Remembrance Day (Ukraine) [4th Saturday]
International Aura Awareness Day [4th Saturday]
Minnesota Pint Day (a.k.a. MN Pint Day; Minnesota) [Saturday after Black Friday]
Saturday after Thanksgiving (US) [4th Saturday] (a.k.a. ...
Buy Nothing Day (UK)
Small Business Saturday
Swine Time Festival (Climax, Georgia)
Turkey Leftovers Day
World Day of Giving ‘Last Saturday]
Independence Days
Duaktoserija (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]
Ongal (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]
Statehood Day (Bosnia and Herzegovina)
Suriname (a.k.a. Srefidensi; from the Netherlands, 1975)
Feast Days
Bitterness Day (Church of the SubGenius)
Catherine Labouré (Christian; Saint)
Catherine of Alexandria (Christian; Saint)
Elizabeth of Reute (Christian; Saint)
Erasmus (a.k.a. Elme; Christian; Saint)
Gazpacho Soup Day (Pastafarian)
Isaac Watts (Lutheran Church and Church of England)
James Otis Sargent Huntington (Episcopal Church)
Lucy the Australopithecine Discovery Day (Pastafarian)
Maurice Denis (Artology)
Media Autumnus IV (Pagan)
Persephone (a.k.a. Kore; celebration for the Goddess of Vegetation; Ancient Greece)
Richelieu (Positivist; Saint)
Tom Turkey (Muppetism)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]
Premieres
Aladdin (Animated Disney Film; 1992)
Anticipation, by Carly Simon (Song; 1971)
The Artist (Film; 2011)
The Beatles: Get Back (Documentary Series; 2021)
The Bodyguard (Film; 1992)
Brooklyn (Film; 2015)
A Bug’s Life (Animated Pixar Film; 1998)
Caveman Inki (WB LT Cartoon; 1950)
Creed (Film; 2015)
The Croods: A New Age (Animated Film; 2020)
Ferdinand the Bull (Disney Cartoon; 1938)
Frozen: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (Album; 2013)
Gentlemen Jim (Film; 1942)
Geri’s Game (Pixar Cartoon; 1998)
Giantland (Disney Cartoon; 1933)
The Good Dinosaur (Animated Film; 2015)
The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special (TV Special; 2022)
Journey to the Center of the Earth, by Jules Verne (Novel; 1864)
The Last Waltz (Concert Film; 1976)
Lego Scooby-Doo! Knight Time Terror (WB Animated Film; 2015)
Let It Go, by Idina Menzel (Song; 2013)
New Wave Hookers (Adult Film; 1985)
Planes, Trains, and Automobiles (Film; 1987)
The Princess and the Frog (Animated Disney Film; 2009)
The Saint Steps In, by Leslie Charteris (Novel; 1943) [Saint #25]
Sevens, by Garth Brooks (Album; 1997)
Slide, Donald, Slide (Disney Cartoon; 1949)
Spotlight (Film; 2015)
Three Men and a Baby (Film; 1987)
Tintin in Tibet, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1960) [Tintin #20]
Walter Woolfe, or the Doom of the Drinker, by Thomas Dunn English (Novel; 1842)
You Always Hurt the One You Love, by The Mills Brothers (Song; 1944)
Today’s Name Days
Katharina, Kathrin, Katja (Austria)
Kliment, Klimentina (Bulgaria)
Erazmo, Katarina (Croatia)
Kateřina (Czech Republic)
Catharina (Denmark)
Kaarin, Kadi, Kadri, Kadrin, Karin, Katariina, Kati, Katre, Katri, Katrin, Triin, Triina, Triinu (Estonia)
Kaarina, Kaija, Kaisa, Kaisu, Katariina, Kati, Katja, Katri, Katriina, Riina (Finland)
Catherine (France)
Katharina, Kathrin, Katja, Jasmin (Germany)
Aikaterine, Aikaterini, Katerina, Merkourios (Greece)
Katalin (Hungary)
Caterina (Italy)
Kate, Katrīna, Trīne (Latvia)
Germilė, Kotryna, Santautas (Lithuania)
Kari, Katarina, Katrine (Norway)
Erazm, Jozafat, Katarzyna, Tęgomir (Poland)
Ecaterina (Romania)
Katarína (Slovakia)
Catalina (Spain)
Katarina, Katja (Sweden)
Caitlin, Caitlyn, Carina, Caryn, Catherine, Cathleen, Cathy Kaitlin, Kaitlynn, Kara, Karen, Kari, Karina, Kate, Katelyn, Katelynn, Katharine, Katherine, Kathleen, Kathryn, Kathy, Katie, Katrina, Treena, Trina, Trinity (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 329 of 2024; 36 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 6 of week 47 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 26 of 28]
Chinese: Month 10 (Gui-Hai), Day 13 (Ding-Hai)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 12 Kislev 5784
Islamic: 12 Jumada I 1445
J Cal: 29 Mir; Eightday [29 of 30]
Julian: 12 November 2023
Moon: 97%: Waxing Gibbous
Positivist: 21 Frederic (12th Month) [Richelieu]
Runic Half Month: Nyd (Necessity) [Day 15 of 15]
Season: Autumn (Day 63 of 89)
Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 4 of 30)
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Holidays 11.25
Holidays
Blasé Day
Carers Rights Day (UK)
Catterntide
CNSO Day (India)
Day Against Domestic Violence (EU)
Don’t Utter a Word Day
Evacuation Day (NYC)
Family Day (Palau)
Global Family Business Day
Hari Guru (a.k.a. Teacher's Day; Indonesia)
Homeland Security Day
International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women (UN)
International Hat Day
Mangé Yam (Yam Festival; Haiti)
Meh Day
Monkey Buffet Festival (Thailand)
Moquegua City Foundation Day (Peru)
Mousetrap Day
National Day (Bosnia and Herzegovina)
National Don't Utter a Word Day
National Lap Dance Day
National Natural Fibers Day
National Play with Dad
National Rugby Day
National Shopping Reminder Day
Pig Day (French Republic)
SAK Meatless Day
Shopping Reminder Day [1 Month 'till Xmas]
Sixteen Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence begins [ends 12.10]
Vajiravudh Memorial Day (Thailand)
White Ribbon Day (Australia, UK)
Women's Merrymaking Day
World Safari Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
Egg Fried Rice Day (China)
National “Eat with a Friend” Day
National Parfait Day
4th & Last Saturday in November
Canadian Craft Beer Day [Last Saturday]
ClauWau begins (a.k.a. Santa Claus World Championships; Switzerland) [Last Saturday]
Holodomor Remembrance Day (Ukraine) [4th Saturday]
International Aura Awareness Day [4th Saturday]
Minnesota Pint Day (a.k.a. MN Pint Day; Minnesota) [Saturday after Black Friday]
Saturday after Thanksgiving (US) [4th Saturday] (a.k.a. ...
Buy Nothing Day (UK)
Small Business Saturday
Swine Time Festival (Climax, Georgia)
Turkey Leftovers Day
World Day of Giving ‘Last Saturday]
Independence Days
Duaktoserija (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]
Ongal (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]
Statehood Day (Bosnia and Herzegovina)
Suriname (a.k.a. Srefidensi; from the Netherlands, 1975)
Feast Days
Bitterness Day (Church of the SubGenius)
Catherine Labouré (Christian; Saint)
Catherine of Alexandria (Christian; Saint)
Elizabeth of Reute (Christian; Saint)
Erasmus (a.k.a. Elme; Christian; Saint)
Gazpacho Soup Day (Pastafarian)
Isaac Watts (Lutheran Church and Church of England)
James Otis Sargent Huntington (Episcopal Church)
Lucy the Australopithecine Discovery Day (Pastafarian)
Maurice Denis (Artology)
Media Autumnus IV (Pagan)
Persephone (a.k.a. Kore; celebration for the Goddess of Vegetation; Ancient Greece)
Richelieu (Positivist; Saint)
Tom Turkey (Muppetism)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]
Premieres
Aladdin (Animated Disney Film; 1992)
Anticipation, by Carly Simon (Song; 1971)
The Artist (Film; 2011)
The Beatles: Get Back (Documentary Series; 2021)
The Bodyguard (Film; 1992)
Brooklyn (Film; 2015)
A Bug’s Life (Animated Pixar Film; 1998)
Caveman Inki (WB LT Cartoon; 1950)
Creed (Film; 2015)
The Croods: A New Age (Animated Film; 2020)
Ferdinand the Bull (Disney Cartoon; 1938)
Frozen: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (Album; 2013)
Gentlemen Jim (Film; 1942)
Geri’s Game (Pixar Cartoon; 1998)
Giantland (Disney Cartoon; 1933)
The Good Dinosaur (Animated Film; 2015)
The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special (TV Special; 2022)
Journey to the Center of the Earth, by Jules Verne (Novel; 1864)
The Last Waltz (Concert Film; 1976)
Lego Scooby-Doo! Knight Time Terror (WB Animated Film; 2015)
Let It Go, by Idina Menzel (Song; 2013)
New Wave Hookers (Adult Film; 1985)
Planes, Trains, and Automobiles (Film; 1987)
The Princess and the Frog (Animated Disney Film; 2009)
The Saint Steps In, by Leslie Charteris (Novel; 1943) [Saint #25]
Sevens, by Garth Brooks (Album; 1997)
Slide, Donald, Slide (Disney Cartoon; 1949)
Spotlight (Film; 2015)
Three Men and a Baby (Film; 1987)
Tintin in Tibet, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1960) [Tintin #20]
Walter Woolfe, or the Doom of the Drinker, by Thomas Dunn English (Novel; 1842)
You Always Hurt the One You Love, by The Mills Brothers (Song; 1944)
Today’s Name Days
Katharina, Kathrin, Katja (Austria)
Kliment, Klimentina (Bulgaria)
Erazmo, Katarina (Croatia)
Kateřina (Czech Republic)
Catharina (Denmark)
Kaarin, Kadi, Kadri, Kadrin, Karin, Katariina, Kati, Katre, Katri, Katrin, Triin, Triina, Triinu (Estonia)
Kaarina, Kaija, Kaisa, Kaisu, Katariina, Kati, Katja, Katri, Katriina, Riina (Finland)
Catherine (France)
Katharina, Kathrin, Katja, Jasmin (Germany)
Aikaterine, Aikaterini, Katerina, Merkourios (Greece)
Katalin (Hungary)
Caterina (Italy)
Kate, Katrīna, Trīne (Latvia)
Germilė, Kotryna, Santautas (Lithuania)
Kari, Katarina, Katrine (Norway)
Erazm, Jozafat, Katarzyna, Tęgomir (Poland)
Ecaterina (Romania)
Katarína (Slovakia)
Catalina (Spain)
Katarina, Katja (Sweden)
Caitlin, Caitlyn, Carina, Caryn, Catherine, Cathleen, Cathy Kaitlin, Kaitlynn, Kara, Karen, Kari, Karina, Kate, Katelyn, Katelynn, Katharine, Katherine, Kathleen, Kathryn, Kathy, Katie, Katrina, Treena, Trina, Trinity (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 329 of 2024; 36 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 6 of week 47 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 26 of 28]
Chinese: Month 10 (Gui-Hai), Day 13 (Ding-Hai)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 12 Kislev 5784
Islamic: 12 Jumada I 1445
J Cal: 29 Mir; Eightday [29 of 30]
Julian: 12 November 2023
Moon: 97%: Waxing Gibbous
Positivist: 21 Frederic (12th Month) [Richelieu]
Runic Half Month: Nyd (Necessity) [Day 15 of 15]
Season: Autumn (Day 63 of 89)
Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 4 of 30)
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Elevate Your NYC Dining Experience with the Zest of Pico De Gallo
When it comes to dining in the heart of New York City, the options are endless, but if you're seeking a taste of vibrant Mexican flavors, look no further than the delectable offerings at Pico De Gallo. This restaurant has become a beloved destination for those who crave the authentic taste of Mexico. The star of the show? Pico de Gallo, of course! This zesty, fresh salsa has made its way into various dishes, making it a must-try when you visit this culinary gem.
The Pico De Gallo Experience
At Pico De Gallo, the focus is on quality, tradition, and the joy of savoring Mexican cuisine at its finest. From the moment you step through the doors, you are welcomed with the aroma of freshly prepared dishes that reflect the rich culinary heritage of Mexico.
Appetizers That Set the Stage
Start your journey with a delightful array of appetizers that showcase the versatility of Pico De Gallo. The Traditional Guacamole, served with crisp tortilla chips, is a refreshing and creamy blend of avocado, tomatoes, lime juice, onion, jalapeno, and cilantro. It's the perfect way to awaken your taste buds.
Savor the Flavors
Pico De Gallo offers an extensive menu, but the focus here is on their exquisite use of Pico de Gallo in various dishes. Let's take a closer look at some of the mouthwatering options:
Elote Asado: Roasted corn, chipotle mayo, cotija cheese, and tajin make for a flavorful combination that perfectly complements the smoky and spicy kick of Pico de Gallo.
Chicken Empanadas: These deep-fried, golden parcels are filled with tender grilled chicken, providing a satisfying crunch with every bite.
Pico Nachos: Choose your favorite topping—roasted veggies, chicken, beef, or pork—layered with cheese, sour cream, jalapeño pieces, and, of course, Pico de Gallo. It's a party of flavors in every bite.
Flautas: Rolled corn tortillas filled with shredded chicken, sour cream, guacamole, cheese, and, you guessed it, Pico de Gallo. The freshness of the salsa balances the rich and savory filling.
Queso Fundido: Dive into a melting pot of Mexican cheeses, enhanced by your choice of beef, chicken, or chorizo, and paired perfectly with Pico de Gallo.
Ceviche: A seafood lover's delight, this dish features mixed seafood with Pico de Gallo, offering a refreshing and tangy twist.
Salads with a Mexican Twist
If you're looking for a lighter option, the salads at Pico De Gallo are a treat. The Green Salad combines mixed greens, tomatoes, onions, radish, almonds, guacamole, corn, and tamarind dressing, all enhanced by the zing of Pico de Gallo. The Taco Salad, available with chicken, pork, or shrimp, is served in a deep-fried flour tortilla bowl, offering a satisfying crunch alongside the freshness of Pico de Gallo.
Tacos and Burritos to Delight Your Palate
Pico De Gallo continues to impress with its selection of tacos and burritos. Whether you prefer the soft corn or flour tortillas, you'll find the perfect combination of meat, vegetables, and, of course, Pico de Gallo. The Veggie option features mushroom, asparagus, and brussels sprouts, while the choice of meat includes chicken, al pastor, pork, beef, chicken and mole, birria de res, fish, shrimp, and even salmon, each bursting with their unique flavors.
Mouthwatering Main Courses
Pico De Gallo's main courses offer a diverse range of options, all enhanced by the presence of Pico de Gallo. Whether you choose Enmoladas, Platano al Mole, Fajitas, Grill Salmon, New York Steak, Enchiladas, Quesadilla, or Chimichangas, you can expect the vibrant salsa to play a crucial role in elevating the overall dining experience.
Extras to Customize Your Meal
Don't forget to complement your meal with extras like Salsas, Red or Black Beans, French Fries, Yucca Fries, Mexican Rice, Sweet Plantain, and Guacamole to further enhance your culinary journey.
In the heart of New York City, Pico De Gallo brings a piece of Mexico to your table. Whether you're a fan of traditional Mexican dishes or looking for a fresh take on familiar favorites, Pico de Gallo is a culinary haven that promises to elevate your dining experience with the vibrant zest of its namesake salsa. Come and experience the true essence of Mexican cuisine right here in the city that never sleeps.
Visit: https://picodegallokitchen.com/order-online/
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