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Our road trip through New Mexico, part three, Artisa, Roswell, Pistachioland, Bear Creek cabins in Pinos Altos Mountains near Silver City. May, 2023.
#my gay life#gay couple tucson ariz#gay road trip#queer activist#queer photographer#mark navarro#Michael Ely#new mexico#giant pistachio#Bear Creek cabins#silver city#queer artists#queer musican#alien abduction#roswell new mexico#flying saucer#white sands
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also why does joe keep impulsively putting addled blond boys in glass boxes. blond boys will wake up in a glass box and be like "excuse me mister cheekbones how long am I going to be in this box. I am going to need my pills and powders soon or I will become extremely addled" and joe will be like "I'm going to be real with you blond boy, I honestly never have a plan that goes any further along the track than 'put that blond in a glass box'"
#you#you spoilers#sorry this show is like. my favorite kind of nuts. it is a giant jar of pistachios and I cannot keep the lid on#psir
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Danny's "boo-tiful" parlor
After college Danny decided to open his own business, but he couldn't do it in Amity Park with so many people doubting his parents businesses or methods.
So he went to Gotham and set up a nice ice cream parlor downtown. Technically he wasn't invading any territory because he was in all of them at once. Both the Bats and the Rogues wondered if that made it a neutral area.
Everything was going well, Red Hood stopped by for pistachio ice cream every Wednesday, Harley came for bubble gum ice cream on Monday nights, ¡even a giant Crocodile came to buy him! (Croc was very surprised to be treated like another customer and it became his favorite establishment)
Until Batman decided to ruin it and investigate the harmless ice cream parlor; which unfortunately for Danny worked with his own ghost ice and sometimes could look a little too green.
He thought it wasn't fair for them to judge his ice, he had been very careful not to mix ectoplasm with his food, he didn't want alive cookies and cream or liminals running all over the city; except Hood, his pistachio ice cream might have a little ecto-dejecto, but it was to heal him ¡healing ice cream!
That's how Monday morning, the owner put up a "No Batman's allowed" sign in front of the establishment, his business was good without disrespectful furrys.
If the bat wanted to investigate, it should do so away from his respectable business and his new Boo-berry flavor. Maybe he needed to rename the place, but Sam and Tucker banned calling it "I-scream" and "Phantom's haunt" was not that obvious ¿right?
#danny phantom#dp x dc#danny fenton#dc x dp#red hood#ice cream parlor#Amity Park doubt all the Fentons business#So he moved to Gotham#He is a retired superhero now#jason todd#Batman is not allowed to eat ice cream now#at least not his ice cream#Danny is the owner but he also administrate the parlor#He is happy with his new business#Sam and Tucker helped#Dani pass sometimes#Other furrys can come just not Batman#His Rogues visits sometimes#And stay with him a couple of days#just to make sure he is doing fine#He also lives between the ice cream parlor and the Infinite Realms with Clockwork#People just think he lives in the business#But no#he lives with Clockwork cause didn't want the castle
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Thinking about
Thinking about how a giant shows off their power to a tiny (a mer shredding a fish with their claws; a human cracking a pistachio open; a giant uprooting trees) in order to convey “I am powerful.”
And they show how gentle they can also be (a mer handing the now small pieces of meat to a smaller mer so they can eat easier; a human sliding the pistachio over to a borrower/fairy as a sign of peace; a giant holding their human in a gentle fist with so so much care) in order to convey “but I will never hurt you.”
But the tiny only sees, only hears, them say “I am powerful.” The tiny cannot hear them say “I will not hurt you,” because they’re too busy filling in the rest of the sentence with “I could easily overpower you without a second thought.”
(The smaller mer only sees the claws tearing into their own flimsy scales; the borrower/fairy only sees them being torn apart; the human only sees their roof being pulled off.
They all see themselves being crushed.)
#g/t#feel free to add on to this sngkfhg#g/t ideas#giant/tiny#g/t giants#g/t borrowers#g/t mers#g/t fairy#g/t community#g/t prompt#g/t talk
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addendum: not to create crowd bias but pls see this koala render that @kichona-s made in 5 seconds HELP
#oscar piastri#op81#this post brought to you by: chronic procrastination#once again asking where my f1 x kpop fans are#im crying in the office at the sketch pls help me
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Talviel's Tamrielic Anniversary Banquet
In lieu of an updated jubilee cake for the 30 year TES/10 year ESO anniversary, here's a banquet menu fit for the nobility of Tamriel! Dig in!
Summerset
Soft Indrik cheese and caramelised onion and pear chutney vol-au-vents, with sundried tomatoes
Auridon Blue Monkfish, poached in Russafeld Heights chardonnay
Shimmerene cherry blossom snowskin mooncake, with an apricot mousse and lemon crème filling
Black Marsh
Crocodile dumplings, with a spicy peanut and sweet saltrice dipping sauce
Stormhold jerk kagouti haunch, with guar fat vegetable fried rice
"Kueh cendol" chewy tapioca rice cakes, with dark palm sugar and coconut milk and jelly layers. A Black Marsh specialty!
Valenwood
Wild venison Greenshade carpaccio, with whipped bacon-honey butter
Stone-baked timber mammoth tail, slow roasted for 48 hours with a honey and mammoth butter glaze
Frozen honeyed "bingsoo" yoghurt, with sweetgnats, candied bacon, and deep fried lard bits, drizzled with sweet condensed milk
High Rock
Alcaire smoked pea soup, with bacon lardons and fresh garden herbs
Flambéed foie gras à la Shornhelm, with a blood orange and goose fat reduction
Gorapple tarte tatin, with golden butterscotch sauce and Bantha vanilla bean ice cream
Morrowind
Smoked kwama egg yolk carbonara, with scrib bacon
Spicy Ashlander-style shalk and ash yam stew, served in a shalk carapace
"Baked Vvardenfell" guar milk ice cream and kwama meringue cake, flavoured with comberries and gold kanet flowers
Elsweyr
Old Anequina jerboa and "lap cheong" sausage pie, with a saffron rice and an ale-and-moon sugar gravy
Terror bird egg "foo yong hai" omelette, with an array of Pellitine seafood and a bhut jolokia moon sugar caramel dipping sauce
Frozen samar pekoe tea custard, with hot moon sugar fudge
Cyrodiil
Bruma barley soup, with homemade herbed sourdough foccacia
Barbecued Blackwood cavy, basted with a rich Surilie Brothers port and habanero barbecue sauce
Abecean sea salt, dark chocolate, and Cyrodiilic olive oil ice cream, with wild strawberry coulis
Skyrim
Markarth goat cheese and pine nut crème tartlets, with smoked juniper salt
Lake Honrich salmon steak, hot smoked over maple wood with Goldenglow honey, served with dill remoulade
Snowberry panna cotta, with spiced Whiterun apple-akevitt compote
Wrothgar
Echatere Gruyère and rosemary mini soufflés, with smoked Vorkhiposh roe
Echalette steak, served medium-rare, in a ginger wine jus
Kurog's wild berry chocolate gateaux, with whipped echatere cream and drenched in wrathberry brandy
Hammerfell
Port Hunding roasted red pepper and harissa hummus, with spiced lentil flatbreads
Spicy Alik'r giant snake tikka, with mint yoghurt dipping sauce and pickles
Coconut and medjool date kulfi, with a slice of rosewater and pistachio baklava
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{R/n and Soap having lunch outside of a 7/11.]
R/n: I'm gonna get a pet bird.
Soap: Don't get a bird.
R/n: Why not?
Soap: Because they're weird. I dunno. I can't relate to a bird. They're so far removed. They've got different chromosomes... and they come from eggs...
R/n: They have faces.
Soap: So do cockroaches. *takes a bite out of his hot-dog* Whub re ya g-ing do wib a brb? (” What are you going to do wit a bird?”)
R/n: I'm gonna stick it in a cage and feed it, what do you think I'm gonna do wit’ it?
Soap: Well I think you should get a bird, at least get one you can eat.
R/n: I'm gonna get a friend! I'm not going to eat my friend!
Soap: They have brains the size of pistachios... it's not smart enough to be your friend.
R/n: You don't know what you're talking about! I saw this special on PBS called "Animal Miracles" and they did a dramatic re-enactment about a guy being robbed, and he had a parrot or a cockatoo or something, and that bird lost it's shit when its owner was attacked. It opened up it's cage...
Soap, cutting-in: Why would you put a bird in a cage if it can open the door?
R/n, getting frustrated: Where else are you going to put it?Anyway, it opened up it's cage and went crazy, pecked out the robbers eyes, scratched his face up like he was Tippi Hedren or some shit. And don't you tell me that's not friendship.
Soap, thinks as he sips his slurpee:.....
Soap: How big was this parrot?
R/n: I don't know, parrot size.
Soap: Well a parrot can't take on a full-grown man unless that man is a giant pussy...
R/n: I didn't say the parrot won! The robber stabbed it with a fork and killed it's owner. The bird's dead.
Soap:...
Soap: So why are you gettin’ a bird?
R/n, now very frustrated: It's not about national security, you stupid mother fucker, I'm gonna get a friend!
Soap, puts his hands up in surrender: Alright, jeez...
#s: dead like me#call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes#task force 141#john soap mactavish#john soap mactavish x reader#gn!reader#tw: swearing#tw: animal death#cod mw soap
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About those valentine's requests, how about:
A history nerd nerding out with their ancient dragon friend that hoards books and relics from the past.
The cave was silent. Carved out of the side of a mountain, with tunnels and caverns, hidden nooks and crannies, and a deep pit filled to the brim with the blue dragons treasure. And within that pit, lies the massive dark blue scaled dragon, lazily curled up, smoke slowly rising from their snout. The moment is peaceful- tranquil even. Absolute rela-"You have a first account story of the burning of the Alexandria library!!!" A human cried out, making the giant lizard grin brightly, watching his little companion dig through his treasures, producing the old papers, only held together by his own magic, ensuring the items in his keep are timelessly preserved.
"That I do. Written in the late year of 48 BC. The only copy as well."
Though his tone was collected, he quickly evolved to a more delighted and quick paced tone. "And you of course know how it was of course set ablaze by Julius Caesar during his civil war?"
"And that no one actually knows how many of the books are truly gone because so many did burn but there are those that were saved or recreated!" You chirp happily in response, clutching the old book to your chest as you look up at Earen from your spot among his coiled form.
The dark scales dragons grin only grew as he lowered his gigantic maw, nuzzling gingerly against the side of your head. "My little scholar." He cooed softly, a newfound determination in his eyes as his snout lowered to the pile of old writings, nosing aside some in search of a particular- "Ah. Here we are." And with that, he lifted a specific light leather bound book, depositing it before you as you set the one in your hands to the side to read later.
"what's this?" You question, lifting the surprisingly heavy book that has no name, no author, just old leather.
Earen perks up, waiting with baited breath for you to open this specific book, waiting for your reaction.
And so, you open the book.
"..." it's a book... You read the first few words.
"... THE DOMESTICATION OF LENTILS, VETCH, PISTACHIOS, AND FUCKING ALMONDS?!"
Earen roars in a booming delight at your excitement. "Humans! You have been the most fascinating aspects in history, and 11,000 BCE Greece is where things started happening! Of course other advancements were made, but I found a hand drawn depiction of this! I even had a scholar lable and bind the pages for me!"
And this was how the night went. One book after another, a conversation of excitement and the next book found.
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{R/n and Hobie having lunch outside of 7/11.]
R/n: I'm gonna get a pet bird.
Hobie: Don't get a bird.
R/n: Why not?
Hobie: Because they're weird. I dunno. I can't relate to a bird. They're so far removed. They've got different chromosomes... and they come from eggs...
R/n: They have faces.
Hobie: So do cockroaches. *takes a bite out of his hot-dog* Whub re ya g-ing do wib a brb? (” What are you going to do wit a bird?”)
R/n: I'm gonna stick it in a cage and feed it, what do you think I'm gonna do wit’ it?
Hobie: Well I think you should get a bird, at least get one you can eat.
R/n: I'm gonna get a friend! I'm not going to eat my friend!
Hobie: They have brains the size of pistachios... it's not smart enough to be your friend.
R/n: You don't know what you're talking about! I saw this special on PBS called "Animal Miracles" and they did a dramatic re-enactment about a guy being robbed, and he had a parrot or a cockatoo or something, and that bird lost it's shit when its owner was attacked. It opened up it's cage...
Hobie, cutting-in: Why would you put a bird in a cage if it can open the door?
R/n, getting frustrated: Where else are you going to put it?Anyway, it opened up it's cage and went crazy, pecked out the robbers eyes, scratched his face up like he was Tippi Hedren or some shit. And don't you tell me that's not friendship.
Hobie, thinks as he sips his slurpee:.....
Hobie: How big was this parrot?
R/n: I don't know, parrot size.
Hobie: Well a parrot can't take on a full-grown man unless that man is a giant pussy...
R/n: I didn't say the parrot won! The robber stabbed it with a fork and killed it's owner. The bird's dead.
Hobie:...
Hobie: So why are you gettin’ a bird?
R/n, now very frustrated: It's not about national security, you stupid mother fucker, I'm gonna get a friend!
Hobie, puts his hands up in surrender: Alright, jeez...
#S: dead like me#spiderverse incorrect quotes#across the spiderverse#spiderman#spider punk#spiderpunk x reader#hobie brown x reader#gn!reader#tw: swearing#tw: animal death
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There are other reasons why environmentalism might have looked like a bourgeois playground to Said. The Israeli state has long coated its nation-building project in a green veneer – it was a key part of the Zionist ‘back to the land’ pioneer ethos. And in this context trees, specifically, have been among the most potent weapons of land grabbing and occupation. It’s not only the countless olive and pistachio trees that have been uprooted to make way for settlements and Israeli-only roads. It’s also the sprawling pine and eucalyptus forests that have been planted over those orchards, as well as over Palestinian villages, most notoriously by the Jewish National Fund, which, under its slogan ‘Turning the Desert Green’, boasts of having planted 250 million trees in Israel since 1901, many of them non-native to the region. In publicity materials, the JNF bills itself as just another green NGO, concerned with forest and water management, parks and recreation. It also happens to be the largest private landowner in the state of Israel, and despite a number of complicated legal challenges, it still refuses to lease or sell land to non-Jews.
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The JNF is an extreme and recent example of what some call ‘green colonialism’. But the phenomenon is hardly new, nor is it unique to Israel. There is a long and painful history in the Americas of beautiful pieces of wilderness being turned into conservation parks – and then that designation being used to prevent Indigenous people from accessing their ancestral territories to hunt and fish, or simply to live. It has happened again and again. A contemporary version of this phenomenon is the carbon offset. Indigenous people from Brazil to Uganda are finding that some of the most aggressive land grabbing is being done by conservation organisations. A forest is suddenly rebranded a carbon offset and is put off-limits to its traditional inhabitants. As a result, the carbon offset market has created a whole new class of ‘green’ human rights abuses, with farmers and Indigenous people being physically attacked by park rangers or private security when they try to access these lands. Said’s comment about tree-huggers should be seen in this context.
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But this only scratches the surface of what we can learn from reading Said in a warming world. He was, of course, a giant in the study of ‘othering’ – what is described in Orientalism as ‘disregarding, essentialising, denuding the humanity of another culture, people or geographical region’. And once the other has been firmly established, the ground is softened for any transgression: violent expulsion, land theft, occupation, invasion. Because the whole point of othering is that the other doesn’t have the same rights, the same humanity, as those making the distinction. What does this have to do with climate change? Perhaps everything.
We have dangerously warmed our world already, and our governments still refuse to take the actions necessary to halt the trend. There was a time when many had the right to claim ignorance. But for the past three decades, since the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change was created and climate negotiations began, this refusal to lower emissions has been accompanied with full awareness of the dangers. And this kind of recklessness would have been functionally impossible without institutional racism, even if only latent. It would have been impossible without Orientalism, without all the potent tools on offer that allow the powerful to discount the lives of the less powerful. These tools – of ranking the relative value of humans – are what allow the writing off of entire nations and ancient cultures. And they are what allowed for the digging up of all that carbon to begin with.
2 June 2016
#naomi klein#edward said#climate change#palestine#israel#london review of books#environmentalism#conservation#jewish national fund#jnf
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hi! could i have crushing + general relationship hcs for india please? 💕
Neeraja Patel (India), Gupta Muhammad Hassan (Egypt), Wibawa Prayogo (Indonesia) General Dating Relationship Headcannons
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A/N: Hey @reeces-pieses! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you do not mind that I added Indonesia as well as Egypt for this headcannon. This is for relationship headcannons and soon after this would be done. I would make a Crushing headcanon!
Gender: Neutral.
Warning: None
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Neeraja Patel - India
India is a positive give just like a Golden Retriever so it is expected that he would go far to make your dating experience great together with him.
It is not surprising because he is a friendly guy. He would make one of the great gentlemen. It is canon that India is polite and would tell everyone 'namaste' which means in India it means hello.
Would keep holding your hands when the two of you are in the crowd as he does not want to lose you because he's scared that there's a bad guy planning to hurt you.
Does not get angered easily and he has a high patience. The only thing that might piss him off if you are making fun of his culture since he's proud of it. He is generally a sweet guy so don't try to anger him.
If you love sweets? He would bring you to Indian markets that sell the best Kulfi (Pistachio Ice cream without eggs) or Jalebi ( A spiral-shaped sweet made out of sugar and saffron).
Also, he would also bring you to those markets that sell the best milk tea. After all, India is most known for their Milk Tea and many people love their tea.
Since I did mention he is a sweet guy. Sometimes, he would let you ride his elephant. He loves animals but he mostly loves his elephant so you are lucky if you never ride this animal. he would offer you to ride them with him behind you.
Don't bother trying to argue with him. He can be quite argumentative just because I told you he is sweet and polite. Which is sucks because when he is getting mouthy, he already had some resources to counter your argument.
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(Y/N) sat by the window, their/her/his heart racing with anticipation as (Y/N) waited for their/her/his boyfriend Neeraja to come home. The gentle lights coming from the sun shining and cascading onto (Y/N)'s skin provided soothing thoughts for you. As the minutes ticked by, your excitement grew, and (Y/N) found yourself constantly glancing at the clock.
From far far away, Neeraja guided the gentle giant back towards home. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow across the lands. Neeraja's heart skipped a beat when he spotted the certain person with (H/C) hair colour and (E/C) eye colour already waiting for him.
A smile spread across his face as he urged the elephant to slow down, and he waved his hand enthusiastically to catch (Y/N)'s attention. From the distance, their eyes locked, and a rush of happiness filled him. (Y/N)'s face lit up as they/she/he recognized Neeraja and the elephant, and they/she/he waved back with equal enthusiasm.
Neeraja gently directed the elephant to a halt as the two of them already reach his palace. Neeraja dismounted himself from the back of the gentle giant. Neeraja carefully slid down from the back of the elephant, and landed softly on the ground, his feet finding their footing with practised ease.
The slender man with dark brown hair's heart raced with excitement as he closed the distance between himself and (Y/N). A mixture of joy and longing was evident in his eyes. (Y/N) had to step out of the palace. (Y/N) descended the stairs, each step carrying a mix of excitement and love.
The door closed behind them with a soft click, leaving a momentary silence in its wake. Neeraja's eyes lit up with delight as he spotted (Y/N) walking down the street. Without a moment's hesitation, he broke into a joyful sprint, closing the distance between you and him in an instant.
He smoothly wrapped his arm around (Y/N)'s waist, pulling you into a warm and unexpected hug. (Y/N)'s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as Neeraja's playful embrace took you by surprise. In a playful and lighthearted gesture, Neeraja twirled (Y/N) gently in his arms, prompting a delighted giggle to escape (Y/N)'s lips.
"I miss you so much, dearie," he gently set you down on the ground.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Neeraja extended an inviting hand to (Y/N), a spontaneous idea forming in his mind. "How about we take a ride on my elephant together?" he suggested with a playful smile. (Y/N)'s eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and excitement, and a grin slowly spread across your face as you nodded in agreement.
Neeraja helped (Y/N) onto the elephant's back, ensuring their comfort and safety. Once settled, Neeraja mounted behind them, his arms encircling (Y/N) protectively as the elephant carefully and slowly stood up on its leg. The world seemed to take on a new perspective from up there.
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Gupta Muhammad Hassan - Egypt
Egypt can be blunt and tactless when speaking but that does not mean he is heartless. He's just introverted and observant but secretly he does have a soft spot for you.
Very protective of you and you know how hot it gets in the desert so if you are travelling around the Sahara desert with him. He will make you wear tons of clothes that cover you from the sun.
Also, let you ride on his camel when the two of you are travelling in the desert as he also already prepares many drinks when the two of you are going on travel since he did not you to be dehydrated.
Secretly is a tough guy so he would not even let any dangerous desert animals come close to you, especially the cobras, the scorpions or the Nile crocodiles.
Despite his cold exterior. Egypt actually can be quite cute. He's very easily blush if you give him affection like a simple kiss on the cheek already made his cheeks go pink.
He might not show it but secretly he does get jealous when you are around Turkey because he knows many women and men like Turkey so he would most likely watch over you when interacting with his friend.
If you ask about it. Not going to admit that he is jealous as he would just say "I do not understand what you mean. I'm sorry," and then walk away with you still confused.
If you are observant enough. His love language is actually the service of act and then quality time together with you. It's not really easy for him to show how much he loves you like how India did for his S/O.
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Muhammad Gupta stood before the mirror, his khaki uniform neatly worn, representing his country as Egypt. He reached for his white keffiyeh, carefully unfolding it before draping it over his shoulders. The soft fabric settled against his chest, a symbol of tradition and identity that connected him to his heritage.
(Y/N) (L/N) stood hidden behind the slightly ajar door, observing Muhammad Gupta with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety, worried if anything bad happen to him. Everyone knows the desert is not a friendly place for human beings, there are many deaths because of the heat and because of the dangerous animals in there.
A subtle intuition tingled at the back of Muhammad Gupta's mind, a feeling that he was not alone in the room. Slowly, he turned around, his gaze shifting from the mirror to see (Y/N) already standing there. The man with white keffiyeh could not help but sigh at (Y/N).
"Is everything alright?" He asks (Y/N) who is still standing behind the door.
(Y/N)'s gaze met Muhammad Gupta's as you hesitated, then finally spoke up.
"Hey, do you think I could join you on one of your desert trips sometime?" you asked with a hopeful smile.
Muhammad's expression softened, and he took a moment before responding, his tone tinged with concern. "I appreciate your interest, but the desert can be quite challenging and unpredictable. It's not without risks, and I wouldn't want you to get hurt." His words carried a mixture of protective care and a desire to keep you safe.
A flicker of disappointment crossed (Y/N)'s expression. You took a moment to process his concern before mustering up the courage to respond.
"I understand your worries, Gupta. But I promise to be careful and follow your guidance. I really want to see what the desert looks like as well as the pyramid. I promise I will be careful," (Y/N) is begging him to let her/him/them go with him.
Muhammad was a little bit hesitant, seeing the genuine desire in (Y/N)'s eyes. He couldn't resist the sight of (Y/N) pouting slightly, her/his/their bottom lip jutting out in an adorable manner. Another sigh escapes from his nostrils along his mouth, shaking his head slightly as he realizes that he just gave in because of the way you act.
"Alright, "but you'll have to promise to follow my instructions and stay close," (Y/N) smile was glowing bright once you hear Gupta finally letting you go.
As (Y/N) relished in the triumphant moment of convincing Muhammad Gupta to let them join him in the desert, a gentle rustling drew their attention. Turning towards the sound, (Y/N) watched in astonishment as Muhammad reached into his wardrobe and pulled out another white keffiyeh. Without any words, the man with white keffiyeh steps closer and puts another white keffiyeh on top of your head.
Muhammad gently placed the white cloth over (Y/N)'s head, letting it settle atop your hair. Confusion mixed with surprise painted on your facial expression, and they blinked at him in disbelief.
"What's this for?" (Y/N) asked, their voice a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
Muhammad was silent for a moment before he spoke, It's to protect your hair from the sun. It's going to be very hot in there," he commented.
A soft blush crept onto (Y/N)'s cheeks as (Y/N) connected the dots. Gupta's caring gesture, his concern for their well-being, and the way he delicately placed the keffiyeh on their head all fell into place making you realize that he does not want you to get heated because of the sun from the desert. Your eyes looked up at him, their eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and affection.
"Thank you," you whisper silently with a little smile on your face.
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Wibawa Prayogo - Indonesia
Almost like India, he doesn't get angry easily despite he often fights together with some ASEAN countries, especially Malaysia like siblings. Although, he has a little bit more temper than him and is a bit less polite.
Indonesia has a double side which is his bold side along with a shy side surprisingly. His bolder side is he is going to bring you around Jakarta on a motorcycle and just let you taste any delicious street food.
Would often fluster you with his little teasings. He can be a little bit of a prankster, sometimes would call you 'My dear, love, My sweet' and the cringiest is 'Ayang' which has the same meaning when you call people honey. He really loves to use those endearment pet names for you.
Also, going to bring you to his Komodo dragon island sometimes and let you interact with his Komodo dragon pet. Not only his Komodo dragon, but he would also let you interact with his bird of paradise (Cendrawasih bird).
The cute side of him when he is getting shy after he receives little kisses for you as he smiles goofily. Would look at the ground and then try to hide his red face.
He would also brag to Every ASEAN country about you, especially to Malaysia about him having a loving, cute and caring S/O. Also, even bragging about your achievement.
Just like India, he can be argumentative but India is still able to be polite about it or just plain Passive Aggressive. Whereas Indonesia would call out your every mistake and maybe even raise his voice.
Also, Indonesia can be even more stubborn than Indoa. If India is still able to forgive you when he is angry. Indonesia would give you silent treatment and sometimes does not even want to admit he is wrong.
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Seated on the comfortable couch in the living room, (Y/N) stared at the television screen with a hint of boredom etched on his face. The movie playing before them seemed to lack the spark that could capture their attention. The characters moved through predictable scenarios, and the dialogue felt flat.
Resting their/her/his chin on their/her/his hand, (Y/N) let out a quiet sigh, (Y/N) mind drifting away from the movie's storyline. The sound of the characters' voices became a distant murmur as they found themselves lost in their own thoughts, it's just the same for every romance highschool story of a girl crushing on a jock who has a girlfriend of a cheerleader and a popular girl and then the guy dumps the girl in the end to get the 'I'm not like other girl' MC character.
As the dull movie played on in the background, (Y/N) was jolted from the reverie by the distant rumble of a motorcycle engine. The sound grew louder, causing (Y/N) curiosity to pique. You instinctively got up from the couch, moving towards the window to investigate. Pulling the curtain aside, your eyes widened in surprise.
There, parked on the street, was (Y/N)'s boyfriend Wibawa Prayogo, sitting confidently on a sleek motorcycle that he always rides around the city. A smile broke across (Y/N)'s face as you took in the sight of Wibawa's helmeted head, his eyes hidden but the joy evident in the curve of his lips.
"Baby!! I'm here, let's go out together and have some Fried Rice with Chicken Skewers! I know a great place that sells Fried Rice!" He shouted.
With a rush of excitement, (Y/N) wasted no time in stepping outside, the cool breeze hitting their/her/his face as they eagerly approached the waiting motorcycle. Wibawa's warm smile greeted you, and without hesitation, (Y/N) carefully mounted the motorcycle behind him, ensuring him with the grip.
Wibawa turned towards you, a grin hidden beneath his helmet as he handed over an extra helmet. (Y/N) accepted it with gratitude, securing it in place before giving Wibawa a reassuring nod. The motorcycle roared to life once he press his feet on the pedal, the engine vibrating beneath them and the tire starts to move once the engine starts.
As the wind rushed past them and the world blurred in their peripheral vision, (Y/N)'s heart swelled with happiness. You recalled the numerous times the two of you had ventured out together, exploring new culinary delights, savouring exotic flavours, and discovering hidden gems in the city's culinary scene.
After arriving at the festival of the Independence Day night markets. Amid the festive atmosphere of the Indonesia Independence Day celebration, Wibawa and (Y/N) found themselves immersed in a vibrant sea of colours, lights, and laughter. The night market was alive with energy.
(Y/N) couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for Wibawa's thoughtfulness in bringing them/her/him to the festival. With a tender smile, you leaned into his face to press a gentle kiss on his cheeks.
"Happy Independence Day, Wibawa. Also, thank you for bringing me to this place," you whispered to his ears.
Wibawa's cheeks flushed with a delightful mix of surprise and pleasure, his eyes widening in response to the unexpected display of affection.
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• @seastersjones IG The Zionist American Resnick family steals the water of Fijians. Then send millions to the IOF. At the ICJ, Fiji currently stands alone beside the US in defending the occupation’s continued genocide.
The Wonderful Company (the Resnick family) owns Fiji water. You know, the pistachio giants who lobby for sanctions and escalation against Iran because they want to cut Iran’s pistachio industry off to erase the competition. Let’s not ignore the water the Resnick’s steal from California to grow their goods. After one secret meeting in 1994, the billionaire Resnicks came to own nearly 60% of Kern Water Bank, which was built with hundreds of millions of taxpayers’ money.
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random miguel hcs
will not admit it but he has cried to multiple animated kids movies
definitely the classics like toy story 3, the iron giant, and inside out
but he also BAWLED at the end of finding nemo because he was thinking about gabriella
he thinks that toothless from how to train your dragon is cute
no i will not elaborate on that
secretly celebrates st patrick’s day
likes to wear something green under his suit or have one piece of decor hidden in the depths of his office
has really low spice tolerance BUT really likes it and also he has a reputation to keep up as the big and tough guy so he WILL try and hide how much water he is chugging
he likes the dad ice cream flavours like pistachio and rum raisin
but hates dad hobbies like golfing or collecting stuff like antique coins or dioramas
he just doesn’t have the patience for it
can cook and bake!!!! actually scratch that he can do all of the chores and is basically a househusband but is simply unwilling to do it
peter b may or may not have gotten him a kiss the cook apron that may or may not be the only apron he owns…
he could 100% have gourmet meals every day but he doesn’t have anyone to impress but himself so most days he just lives off of the sealed, pre-cooked chicken breasts from the convenience store and reheated rice that he makes in a big batch once a week
because yes chicken can be store bought but microwaved rice tastes too much like chemicals, especially for his heightened taste buds
is a shower guy
he thinks that baths are too inefficient and most tubs can’t fit him
but if you somehow manage to find one that’s big enough…oh boy he’ll act like you are waterboarding him but honestly he’s having the time of his life
competitive as hell, even when he acts like he could not care less
like he does not understand the concept of letting somebody else win, why is he handicapping himself and letting them think they’re better than they actually are?
he doesn’t mean it in a way to establish dominance or superiority
he just thinks that it’s weird to let someone win because wouldn’t lying to them be worse? now they can’t even improve
designed his own suit and probably gets a little bit self conscious when someone comments on it because he really isn’t an aesthetics guy but he worked really hard and is proud of his suit 🥺
was perhaps a little bit salty about the dark garfield comment but you didn’t hear that from me
please never trust him with naming or decorating though because if left on his own, it’s either going to be the most disgusting combination of items ever known to man or quite literally the bare minimum
don’t even think about a bed frame, there’s a chance that he doesn’t even have a mattress
he’s good with personal hygiene though
a slight germaphobe in the sense that he wants everything to be sterile (a habit he picked up from always being in the lab) but is more than okay with getting his hands dirty, just as long as he can thoroughly sanitize them afterwards
a terrible movie watcher
he either does not understand the movie whatsoever and keeps on asking questions that they just answered a minute ago
or he’s ripping them apart for their weird pseudoscience
honestly his ranting ends up being more entertaining than the movie at times
be prepared for a full lecture if you don’t stop him at some point though
i’ve heard a lot of people throw out spanish songs that they think he would listen to but might i suggest some non-spanish songs
he gives me doja cat vibes, don’t ask me, i just feel it
personally, i don’t think he would actively listen to kpop or be into the fan culture but he probably enjoys some songs without even realizing they’re kpop
i’m thinking newjeans and maybe epik high??
ABBA
mitski and hozier (where are my depressed wlw at) because you know that when he’s in his brooding self hating mood that he needs suitable bgm
HATES cruises
something about being on water does not vibe with his spider-catness
neither does the overall cruise ship experience
hot tubs and buffets just don’t really do it for him
there’s not much space for privacy except for your own room but even then the walls are fairly thin
so it’d be nearly impossible for him to get any sort of peace
me and the rest of the internet all seem to have agreed that he has insomnia and i feel like a cruise ship would not help whatsoever
would complain about how the mexican food is just what americans think mexican food is like
is too much of a workaholic to take an extended break, and it’s too difficult to jump back into work should there be an emergency
#i am mentally unwell but i am free#do i know where these came from?#no they simply spawned from the void#miguel o'hara#across the spiderverse#atsv#miguel o’hara hcs#miguel o’hara headcanons#atsv hcs#atsv miguel
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steve harrington | movie night
masterlist | ko-fi
words: 2.9k
warnings: reader has a pregnancy scare and is dating a shitty, toxic jock, alcohol consumption, steve is whipped, enemies to lovers vibes, strong language, mentions of spooky hawkins shenanigans, no spoilers, reader has she/her pronouns,
prompts: Any time anything bad happens your there are you cursing me or something? Steve Harrington x reader can it have some fluff and angst
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the "i don't need your pity" with steve please ❤️
Steve Harrington is trying really hard not to notice you. You’ve barely spoken since the two of you were kidnapped by Russians last July, never great friends to begin with — partly because he loves teasing the shit out of you, and partly because he’s always dragging you into Hawkins’s batshit underworld, whether it’s Demogorgons killing Dustin Henderson’s cat or a giant fucking Mind Flayer in the middle of the mall. And between those things, you were stuck with him for years. Tutoring him at school. Working with him at Scoops. You irritate each other to no end, but he can’t stop that burning feeling that flames in his chest whenever you’re around; that need to get a reaction.
He hasn’t worked out why it’s there yet, or maybe he’s in denial. Robin claims it’s because he likes you, but Steve refuses to admit he has feelings for the very bane of his existence, the person who always ate the leftover pistachio ice cream, of all things. He doesn’t trust anyone who picks wild, shitty flavours involving nuts. It’s mint chocolate chip or nothing.
That’s why, when he comes out back and finds you browsing the chick flick section in Family Video, he freezes with a collection of tapes still in his hands. And okay, maybe the sight of you leaves him bristling instinctively, but… maybe he’d also forgotten how pretty you look when you’re concentrating, tongue sticking out just slightly and eyes narrowed. It’s your perfecting-the-ice-cream-scoop face. Your murdering-gruesome-monsters-with-a-baseball-bat face. And, apparently, your looking-for-exactly-the-right-romcom face.
He’s missed that face. Not that he would ever admit it. He retreats behind the counter quietly, half-wondering if he could go back to the stockroom or take his afternoon break a little early. But then he won’t have the chance to talk to you, and the thought leaves him feeling empty.
So he stays, distracting himself by sorting the videos, first by genre and then alphabet. As he does, he feels Robin’s presence behind him — and jumps when he looks over his shoulder to find her breathing down his neck. “Guess who’s here?”
Heat rises to his cheeks, but he feigns nonchalance. “I don’t know. Who?”
“Only the love of your life. And look at that blush!” She points and he slaps her hand away. “You’re still crushing hard, I see.”
He glares, turning around and leaning against the counter. “Yeah, right,” he scoffs. “Please. She's the most irritating person in the world. We’re not doing this whole,” he motions vaguely, “thing again.”
“The thing where you pretend you don’t like Y/N?”
“The thing where you try to play Cupid with me and the one person I can’t stand.”
Robin rolls her eyes, leaning on the counter beside him. He mirrors her position, crossing his arms and stealing a glance your way. He can barely see you behind the row of tapes, thank god.
A new customer distracts him, swaggering through the door. An asshole jock he never liked, and not just because he was better at basketball. Wes is a dick. Has always been a dick. Steve vaguely remembers coming home with a chunk of hair missing in middle school once because Wes had taken it upon himself to chop it all off. The entire class had laughed, and Steve had grown out his hair just to spite them.
Wes doesn’t look their way when he enters. Instead, he heads straight to you, dragging his feet and groaning when he finds you. “Again? Seriously?”
“Oh, please. If we watch Mad Max one more time, I’m going to gouge out my eyes.”
“Yeah, well, if I have to sit through another dull snooze fest with that ginger chick, I’m gonna gouge them out for you.”
Steve catches you scowling through the video racks and clenches his jaw. He had no idea you were dating anybody, but you’ve had your fair share of shitbags over the years. It pisses him off, the way you always choose the worst people to date. Whenever he overheard you gossiping with Robin at Scoops, he wanted to shake you. Tell you to wake the fuck up and choose someone better.
But he doesn’t know why he’s still surprised.
You sigh; pick a movie. “I’ll watch a shitty action if you watch a shitty romance. How about that?”
Wes still rolls his eyes as though you’re asking him to sacrifice a limb, and even Steve knows it’s a dick move. If he was dating somebody like you, he’d watch anything to make you happy. Not that he’d ever want to date someone like you. God, no. You’re… awful.
Your boyfriend picks up Fright Night as you approach the counter, slamming it in front of Steve beside your Romancing the Stone. Steve glances at Robin in the hopes she’ll serve you so he won’t have to, but after greeting you happily, she wanders into the back mumbling something about a lunch break. Typical.
With a huff, he drags his feet to you. “Y/N.” He nods.
“Steve,” you reply tersely, shuffling from one foot to the other.
“This is where you’re working now, Harrington?” Wes scoffs beside you, his sparkling eyes fixing on Steve’s tacky uniform. “King Steve is no more, huh?”
“Wes,” you scold.
Steve ignores him, inputting your rentals into the system. He finds his fingers shaking; not with anger, but with something that feels rooted much deeper in his gut. Something that makes him feel sick. Why Wes? You could have anybody, so why would you choose a dick like him?
“Just saying. It’s kinda funny.” Wes plays with Steve’s name badge, face twisted with the taunt. “Least you get this cool badge, right?”
“That’s enough,” you snap at the same time Steve bats his hand away. Steve only notices then that you’re pale. Eyes watery. Worry niggles through him, and he wishes it wouldn’t.
“Jeez,” Wes mutters. “Lighten up, babe.”
You shake your head, pulling out your purse to pay Steve. “Why can’t you just stop being an asshole?”
“What did you say to me?” Wes grits his teeth, narrowing his eyes at you.
Steve looks between you, biting his lower lip. He can’t help it now. He wonders what the hell you’re doing with this jerk. Wonders if he’s more than just an asshole. Especially when he balls his fists, shoulders squared.
“Enjoy your movies,” is all Steve can think to say in an effort to dissolve the tension. He places the videos in a bag and leaves them on the counter.
You take them without looking at him, mumbling a “thanks.” And then you’re disappearing out the door. Wes sizes Steve up a final time before following.
“Dick,” Steve mumbles before going back to his work. But that unease stays with him for the rest of the day, the ghost of your disgruntled, ashen face following him around Hawkins.
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What was supposed to be an intimate movie night with your boyfriend turned into a house party full of people you despised in high school and still do now. Worse? You had a pregnancy scare this morning. You’re late, and you’d been dreading telling Wes, but you needed him to get the test for you because your dad works in the pharmacy, and he doesn’t know anything about who you date.
The test came back negative, but Wes had been a first-class prick the entire time, starting with the way he’d treated Steve. Blaming you for not forcing him to wear a condom or not taking the pill, and then making accusations you’d done it on purpose to trap him, or else cheated with other people. By the time his friends turned up at seven, you were in tears and he was already half-drunk.
You did your best to pretend everything was fine for the sake of his friends. But the horror movie and the constant, subtle jabs sent your way had been the last straw. You're still recovering from the monsters you’ve fought more than once, and Wes knows you hate horror. He knows. But he doesn’t care. He’s never cared.
So you broke up with him in front of everyone. Snatched his dad’s finest whiskey from his liquor cabinet, and walked out. Problem is, it’s nearly midnight now and you’re walking through Hawkins alone. No one to call. Nowhere to go.
The first headlights you’ve seen in eons beam behind you, lighting up the darkness. You clutch your drink closer to your chest and turn your face away, just in case it’s someone you know. But the car stops. And when you don’t look back, the driver honks. Fuck. You think it’s Wes, but when you turn around, you find a car you just about recognise to be Steve Harrington’s. Sure enough, his big-haired silhouette fills up the driver’s seat. Somehow, that’s even worse.
He rolls down the window. “What are you doing out here on your own?”
“None of your business,” you mutter.
When you attempt to walk away, Steve begins rolling the car to match your pace. “Hey. I can give you a ride. It’s no problem.”
“I don’t need a ride from you.”
He flinches as though it’s a physical blow — but still doesn’t leave you be. “Y/N… what the hell’s going on? Just get in the car.”
“What are you even doing here?” you snap, whipping around to face him. “God, what is it with you? You’re always around when something bad happens! Is it you? Are you cursing me or something?”
His lips part as though surprised, and you only realise then that you probably look like shit, your makeup running and your steps hindered by the whisky. You silently beg that he drives away, because the last thing you need is to breakdown in front of Steve Harrington, the one guy you’ve never been able to get along with. He’s the reason you’re always dragged into monster-hunting and Russian-spying. The reason why you hate horror movies and are scared of the dark.
Finally, he softens, opening the passenger-side door and patting the empty seat. “C’mon. You’re drunk. Let me take you home.”
You scoff, but it quickly turns into a sniffle. “I’m not going home. I can’t go home like this.”
“Okay, then you can take my spare room. My parents aren’t home tonight.”
The shadows close in on you, and you know it’s the only option you have. That, or you’ll be wandering around town for the rest of the night, and that never ends well. It didn’t for Barb or Will Byers, at least.
You slump into his car, shutting the door behind you and trying to ignore his burning gaze. “Fine. Whatever.”
He starts driving, leaving you in the engine-whirring silence. You stare out of the windshield, watching the pines merge into one great big shadow that reminds you too much of Starcourt Mall.
“No boyfriend tonight?” Steve asks finally, carefully.
“No. We broke up.”
“Good. He’s a piece of shit.”
You snort because you know it’s true. “Yeah.”
“He didn’t…hurt you or anything?” Steve’s eyes search you, and you fight the urge to cower away.
“No.”
“So, what was the last straw? His shitty taste in movies?” His lip twitches with the attempt at humour.
“Among other things.” You swig your whisky. “We were just always fighting. That’s all.”
“If Robin was here, she’d be telling you you can do way better.”
You smile softly at that, looking down at the bottle in your lap. “Yeah. They always start off nice, though. Sweet. And then they just… turn.”
“C’mon. You knew Wes was an asshole. Everyone does.”
“Maybe.” Your lip trembles, and you find Steve watching you with something that looks an awful lot like sympathy. You stiffen, an inexplicable wave of sickness washing over you. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t need your pity.”
“It’s not pity.” He returns his attention to the road, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. “I just don’t get it. You could date anyone you wanted, but you always choose the worst people in the world.”
“That’s not true.”
He tilts his head. “It’s a little true. Tommy H. Sam. Paul.” He winces and feigns a gag when he says, “Brad.”
Brad had been a particularly bad experience, and your lip curls in disgust. You know he’s right. You pick the wrong people. Problem is, it doesn’t usually feel like a choice. Being alone, feeling lonely… it eats you up, so the second someone asks you out, you’re quick to say yes just to ease that hole in your chest. You’re naive. You hope that if you’re good to them, they’ll love you right. But they never do.
“Why’d you do it, Y/N?” Steve asks, voice so soft it makes you want to break. You never talk like this. Not without harsh jabs or barbed banter. It makes you want to tell the truth too much.
You turn your face away as you say, “I guess after all the crazy shit we went through, dating makes me feel normal. Less alone. I guess I’d rather keep getting my heart broken than face monsters and shit.”
Silence passes between you, heavy and thick and humiliating. Your face burns as you wait for the mocking, the scorn, the disbelief. But Steve only says, “I get it. It’s hard being alone after everything we went through. I hate having that big house to myself most nights. It still feels like they’re out there, y’know? Waiting.”
“Yeah.” You pick at the label on your bottle, trying to hide the surprise you feel. Steve always seems so unfazed by what you’ve been through. He just… bounces back like it’s nothing. “Yeah, it does.”
“Did you ever tell Wes?”
You shake your head. “He wouldn’t believe me. I remember… I woke up from a nightmare once, screaming, and he… he told me to shut up ‘cos he had to get up early for work.”
Steve hisses. “Jesus. What a dick.”
You don’t even know why you’re telling him; only that you feel like you can. Should. He’s the only one who gets it. It’s what makes you say, “I’m sorry. For the way he treated you today.”
“No need to apologise. For what it’s worth, it meant a lot that you said something. I wasn’t expecting that.”
You're almost at his house now, the pointed roof breaking through the trees. “Yeah, well, you’re a pain in my ass, Harrington, but you don’t deserve to be mocked. We’re all just trying to get by, right? We’re not in high school anymore.”
Steve pulls up outside his house, the porch lights twinkling in the darkness. But when the engine cuts out, neither of you move. Instead, he unfastens his seatbelt and twists towards you. “You seemed upset today. Were you already fighting, or…?”
You shake your head, unable to put it into words. “A lot happened today.”
“Like what?”
You scrape your hair back, whetting your dry lips. You shouldn’t tell him. You don’t want him to see you this vulnerable. It’s easier when you’re at each other’s throats, pretending that there isn’t a flame guttering between the two of you. But you’re not sure how much longer you can keep everything to yourself. All this pain. “I was late.”
“To Family Video?” he asks innocently.
You almost laugh. “No. My period was late, Steve.”
His eyes widen. “Oh.”
“I thought maybe… I mean, we were being careful, but it’s not always enough. So I needed to take a pregnancy test. Wes lost his shit. Started accusing me of trying to trap him. And then when the test came back negative, he still kept treating me like shit. All fucking day. We were supposed to be having a date night tonight, but he invited a tonne of his friends and got drunk. And he told everyone. He told everyone I thought I was pregnant, and I was trying to trap him, and it probably wasn’t even his because I’m a slut or whatever. You came up, actually. Said since I was defending you so much in the video store, this fictional, non-existent baby could have been yours.” You give a mirthless chuckle, feeling nauseous when Steve frowns. Not with sympathy, but with worry. With anger.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N. I’m… That’s fucked up. God.”
“Good riddance, I guess.” You wipe your damp eyes, faking another smile, but it only makes you break.
“Hey,” Steve whispers, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Fuck him. He doesn’t deserve you. You deserve someone you can trust. Someone who’ll watch shitty romcoms with you.”
You laugh again at that, this time with humour. “They’re not shitty.”
“You’re right. Michael Douglas is a total hunk.”
“Right?” you agree. “Kinda into Kathleen Turner, too.”
“She’s smoking,” he agrees. And then you’re both laughing. Really laughing. And something is changing here, in this car, because you realise that for all his flaws, you can trust Steve Harrington with anything.
“Hey, I’m pretty sure my mom has a copy of Romancing the Stone somewhere,” he offers. “Still wanna watch it?”
“You don’t have to pretend it’s your mom’s, Steve. If anything, owning that video only makes you way cooler than I thought you were.”
“Okay, fine,” he mumbles. “It’s mine.”
Your heart twinges with a fondness you usually hide from. “It sounds nice. Thank you.”
He pulls his keys from the ignition. Gives you another reassuring smile. “Let’s go.”
So you do, spending the rest of the night on Steve’s couch while you watch your favourite movie. And he doesn’t complain once.
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Lissen, i dont know how "land lording" works, but since you're housing the roach loser, ye prolly can house an actual hard working man and his therapy gator right?
Anycase, I'll be leaving this... Rent thing right here-
*he drops a giant chest of pistachios on the door step*
That should cover this month. Pleasure doing business with ya
With love Dr.Scurvy~
And Snappy
Hello, Doctor Scurvy (and Snappy)!
So you're the one everyone's been talking about. Nice to meet you!
Now, about this room you're trying to rent... Unfortunately I only have one available, and it's currently occupied. Just to explain; I don't own a large complex, just my house and my garage, both of which are already spoken for.
But if you're having trouble on the housing-front, I could let you stay on my sofa for two nights as my house guest. No payment necessary! Tragically I cannot pay my bills with pistachios anyway. If I could, I would have specialized in another field, haha!
And while I do not doubt you are a hard-working and upstanding man, there's just one thing I would like to mention. For this to work I'm going to need you to be a bit more respectful towards the people around you. Starting with my tenant.
I hope you have a good day! Please let me know what you decide to do.🍋
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BIG joy saturday: started my day with a pain au chocolat (not as good as my one yday) and pain au raisin (amazing). And visited claude monet’s estate in giverny today. the gardens were breathtaking but the house was my favorite. so many windows!!! such much color and artwork on the walls!!! It was so overwhelmingly cheerful and calming at the same time. I also got to see the giant panoramic water lily canvases today in L’Orangerie and I almost started to cry by how moved I was. Then I went and had dinner and got french onion soup, escargot, and a strawberry pistachio cream tart!! and it was all so good. Very big day and very exhausting but I feel so full.
🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 this sounds like such an incredible day, i’m so glad you’ve had such a good time!!!
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