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nicollekidman · 10 months

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Why are people mad at the barbie promo?

it's not a standard promotional cycle for a film that happens to involve mattel's famous toy. it is a massive brand push to revitalize a product for a new age, and the movie is the commercial. it is not normal to have promotion that includes collaborations with: airbnb, hair tools, many makeup companies, rollerskates, forever21, canned lemonade, ruggable, toothburshes, skincare, shoe lines, gap, pacsun, OPI etc etc etc............... like i'm going to go see the movie! it will in all likelihood be fun and enjoyable. but this rollout is explicitly mattel's first phase in what they hope is a HUGE endeavor to make "cinema" out of every one of their products, as a way to get more people to buy these products. regardless of how the barbie movie turns out, it is not actually good for anyone to have a failing film industry turn to self-cannibalizing commercial products for story. i hope everyone has a good time! i don't give a fuck if you want to buy a hot pink dress and go with your girlfriends and revel in your #womanhood or whatever. but the degree to which mattel has already had input in the actual movie + made people think that their massive push of product is some sort of cool innovative trendy Promotion (while having plans to do this to. 45 other producuts) is like. lol oh boy.

#like who cares no one is going to yell boo at you and rip your fun barbie branded stuff out of your hands #but don't pretend it's like.#cool and new fun marketing for a regular ole movie #if you factor this in with the current state of the Movies.... bruh. el oh el!!!!!!#so like do whatever you want to do but don't act like people critiquing the rollout are like #antifeminist or something for pointing out some #um. troubling details

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astronomysturniolos · 3 months

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matt sturniolo x gf-reader!!

our love in pink and red

summary: after you’ve had enough of matt ignoring you all valentine’s day, you go to see him to get to the bottom of this, only to find your boyfriend and a romantic gesture waiting for you. (fluff)

warnings: slight kissing??

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today was february 14th. which means it was valentine’s day. i would normally be excited for today, considering i would spend the romantic holiday with my boyfriend, matt.

we have been dating for nearly two years, and every year he would always do something small and intimate to ask me to be his valentine. but i haven’t gotten any calls, texts, or even a “good morning” from him, even though it’s now around 6 at night. which is very out of the ordinary.

i’ve called him at least 10 times, and texted him 5, but he has yet to answer me. so, i quickly get dressed in a light pink sundress, with white hearts on it, to possibly hint to him as to why i’ve been so adamant to talk to him. i make my way towards his house, the silence of the car ride making me more anxious, thinking the worst possible. what if something happened? what if he forgot? what if he wants to break up?

i hadn’t even noticed i was standing in front of his door until it suddenly swings open, with a smiley matt in front of me, dressed in light baggy jeans, with a pink shirt and hat on, coincidentally matching. “hey babyy” he says instantly wrapping his arms around my waist, snuggling his head in my neck. “hi love” i reply, sighing in relief. “are you alright?” he asks lifting his head up so i can see the slight furrow in his brows. “yes baby, im alright” i say with a small smile on my face. “okay good, because i have a surprise and it wouldn’t be very enjoyable if you weren’t” he says his smile returning as he drags me by my wrist inside.

i enter the house, hearing a distant song coming from somewhere. i follow the sound into his backyard, to be greeted by a blanket on the grass with handwritten cards and all my favorite things. chocolate covered strawberries, pink lemonade, m&ms, jolly ranchers, cherries, and sparkling water. and to my surprise everything is pink and red.

i can make out the song playing. our song. “cant help falling in love” by elvis is playing softly. the soft lights hanging over the picnic, illuminating his smile as i turn to him. “no way.” i whisper to him, in which he just nods rapidly running up to me and engulfing me in a hug. “you really thought i would forget?” he says as he leaves a kiss in my hair. we both then look at eachother, and he leans in, connecting his lips with mine. a soft, gentle kiss. we pull back but stay so close our noses are still touching. “will you be my valentine, baby?” he whispers. all i do is nod, kissing him again. spending valentine’s day with the love of my life.

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anna speaks: in honor of valentine’s day coming up, i wanted to feed all my matt girlies. i was planning on posting this on valentines but its been sitting in my notes staring at me, and i am impatient so i hope yall liked this🤗🤗 feedback is very appreciated!!!

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whorediaries-09 · 1 month

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SO SORRY TO ADD ANOTHER A OTHER REQUEST :( BUT CAN WE MAYBE HAVE LIKE A SOFT NICE DATE THAT SLOWLY TURNS INTO SMUT WITH RON? PLEASEE? Also hui :3

hi lovey, thank you for sending in the request, hope you like it!

i think he knows; pairing- ronald weasley x reader warning(s)- mentions of war, 18+ content, fluff. a/n- contrary to popular belief, i am in fact quite alive and breathing.

little train.

' he got that boyish look that i like in man, i'm an architect i'm drawing up the plans. '

going on a date after the war was...intimidating, to put it in within a play of a single word. and surely ron wasn't expecting himself to be in a sticky situation with the pretty healer who had tended to his wounds after the traumatizing events. he ran his thumb over the now healed scar.

it'd tell a tale.

he remembered you. he could recall the dullness of worry in your eyes. the shine of hope in your eyes. even if your hair was matted with blood and rubble, you were the diesel to the fire that so timidly burned. the bruise under your eye was fresh, deep blue blackening, a shard of glass hanging from your chin.

he wish he could paint the blue golden.

with the last tug at the leather strap of the watch around his wrist, he decided he'd get the flowers. it would add a nice touch, a 'gentlemanly effect', he liked to think. even if it did seem to be a bit cliche. perhaps he thought of the smile on your face when you got the flowers (he was hopeful that you liked flowers). or perhaps he was just afraid of the aspect of a hormone rushing pregnant ginny hitting him on the head because of his 'less gentlemanly thoughts'

he remembered harry patting his shoulders, throwing out advices. ron rolled his eyes. he recalled when harry was swooning over cho chang, describing his very 'wet' kiss. he kicked harry in the shin, pulling a laugh out of his friend, grumbling harry wasn't much of a 'playboy' either.

so, he found himself standing in the flower shop, having absolutely no ideas about flowers. he watched the half a dozen barely bloomed pink roses being tied together. god forbid you weren't allergic to them. or didn't laugh at him for being too cliched.

he wished hermione had actually written that book about girls.

it was fruitful, his attempt to choose the flowers. he'd recognized it from the shine in your eyes and the beautiful curve adorned on your lips. he'd found you beautiful when you were on the brink of death, disguised as a savior, so heaven sent. but now, when you held his hand, touching the scar you'd mended, talking away about stuff he couldn't really catch up on, your hair smelling like something so desirable, he found you breathtaking. he was mesmerized by you.

you felt like a forbidden treasure, the diesel to the fire in his heart that raged it's flames ever so timidly.

you'd liked the flowers. ron silently thanked the gods that you weren't allergic. you liked a lot of things, he learnt. cats, photography, literature, music, and a good fuck... was amongst the few things you liked. he was sure you'd said that intentionally just to pull out a reaction. the evil trick was recognized by the pretense innocent mischievousness in your eyes.

he was glad he coughed the drink in his mouth instead of spitting it right onto your face. you'd smiled, throwing him a dirty wink, twirling the straw of lemonade with your tongue. the dim carnival light angled your features, bringing out the best of your bone structure.

'well, to put it correctly, i enjoy a good fuck...' you said, after ron had recovered from his coughing haze. he wiped the edge of his lips, a nd putting on his best front, he responded,

'well then i can promise you an enjoyable time with me sweetheart,'

it was said with an awkward stance, a constant shift of octaves. but it still made you flush as the flame of the fire of his burning heart tickled your skin. you'd be his fuel, his diesel. you'd be his muse, the tale he recite.

by the time it was time to leave you by the doorstep, the sky dizzied itself across the luminated street scattered with gravel. his fingers were melted within the crevices of yours, fit snug like a puzzle. he liked the way you laughed, the way your voice did throbbed so serenely against his eardrums while narrating tales, the way your eyes lit up against the dim lighting. 'liked' would be an understatement.

for the first time in his life, he was thankful for his freckles. he hoped they hid the flush of his pale skin.

'you're...kind,' you stated, shimmying on your tiptoes.

'hmm... why do you say so, sweetheart?' he asked.

'i know you live on the other side of town, and you came by to drop me...' a stupid line pops up in his head, but he doesn't say anything. he almost bites his lip to not let his boyish thought control his action. so, he smiles.

and lingers. holding your hand. the distance between him and you isn't much, the little roof over the entrance of your house providing him the needed protection from rain.

he can feel your breathe upon his already warm skin. it excruciates his patience. it plays with his senses, the sweet fragrance of petrichor infused with a scent, that reeks of you. it's blissful.

still, like the boyish man he is, he does nothing. he lingers, letting a silence wrap the little bubble of tranquility. it's comforting, in a strange way. he can't figure out what to do, when the sound of the rain, the running vehicles and the croaking frogs blur, when he feels your fingers tighten around his.

your lips lingers a little too close to his, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. or rather the side of his mouth. his mind reels when you place forward your request, your thought.

'the rain won't stop. not now anyways.' you whisper, lips brushing his earlobe. he doesn't recognize what takes over him within the click of your doorknob and the placement of your hand on his waist, as you pull him towards you.

but he enjoys it, the sudden rush of hormones. it's quick, it's something he's not felt for a long time. so long, it almost feels foreign. perhaps, it is. it's a warmth he's never felt, no never in his teenage years has he ever felt the need of touch. he's never realized the need, he thinks.

it's maddening, your touch all over his body when he finally crashes his mouth with yours, pushing you against the unlocked door of your house. he stumbles as you grab your neck, breathlessly cradling your cheek within the crevice of his palm. the scar you'd fixed touches the one on your chin.

it's a tale to be kept silent, to be a concealed message. like a string of fate, perhaps.

his teeth nips softly at the bare skin of your neck, your back pressed against the cold wall of your house. he feels the heat radiate off your body, moans leaving your mouth. your name rolls of his tongue as your fingers pull his hair, pulling his face away from your neck.

'is this okay?' he asks, concerned. he thinks he's fucked it up, by jumping on your bones. to his relief, you smile,

'it's...more than okay. can we go to the bedroom please?'

'sure, sweetheart. whatever makes you comfortable.'

you've got your hair tangled up in his ginger locks. the moans spilling from your throat echoes through against the walls of your bedroom. his lips aren't on yours, as much as he'd love to taste your moans and sounds, your noise is honey-dripping gold in his eardrums.

his cock plunges deep within you, till your room loses the smell of your sandalwood candles. it reeks of sex and skin, the physical intimate bond of unheard individuals. it reeks of something magical, a golden desire painting over deep blue bruises.

it's fueling, to feel his touch on your skin. it diesels the fire that ignites within you when he snaps his hips against yours. the sound of his gasps, your moans, and skin slapping fills the room. you roll your eyes, as he thrusts himself angled perfectly so as to hit your sweet spot. you see white, moaning his name,

'fuck please, ron right there,'

his silver chain dangles over your lips. you wrap your lips around it, bringing his face closer. he gasps, his finger slipping between your connected bodies. his calloused thumb rubs over your stimulated clit, making you arch your hips, searching for more friction.

'you're making me feel so good, sweetheart,' he moans as you clench your walls around his girth. the coil building in your stomach drives your to the edge of your sanity.

'yeah?' you whisper back, half heaving, half controlling your urge to scream. it's heavenly, the combination of his perfect thrusts, the rubbing of his finger against your clit. you wrap your legs around his body, pulling him closer, to feel him, to touch him.

his girth plunges in you, and you feel your coil unraveling through you, your thighs shaking as the orgasm bubbles over the brink. it's pure heavenly insanity, a break through from the scorching insatiable desire for him.

you feel him release within you, wrecking your guts. your orgasm paints his abs, as his lump body falls over yours, his weight dead. he hides his face into your neck, smiling. the tranquil silence settles, carving a little bubble of comfort. neither of you hear the rain pattering against the gravel.

perhaps, truly it was just an excuse. excuse for a fate, for a destiny. to rebound broken strings of souls.

'you don't break promises do you?' you ask, laughing.

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total-drama-brainrot · 10 days

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I’m now thinking of what each td character would taste like now… like chomp their heads like they are chocolate.

Anyways Izzy would be like crack flavored or something

Well. I mean. From an objective standpoint I imagine all of the characters would taste like whatever humans taste like. But I get what you mean.

I think Izzy would taste like popping candy and gingerbread. Or maybe cinnamon?

Katie and Sadie would taste like bubble-gum flavoured gelato and buttercream icing. Overwhelmingly sweet and sugary.

Resident Geoff expert @wheredidalltheusersgo has informed me that Geoff tastes like pink lemonade, and I'm inclined to agree. I'd also like to add on that I think he's taste like mango juice too.

And I think Bridgette would taste like fresh pineapple. Or maybe she'd taste like jelly sharks?

Resident Ezekiel enjoyer @cunt-removal claims that Ezekiel tastes like the bread TikTok tradwives bake from scratch, which I'm also inclined to agree with.

@mary-kasexual claims that Courtney tastes like peppermint, specifically "the ones that melt in your mouth". I was unaware there were peppermints that did that, but sure. Courtney does give of minty vibes to be fair.

And Duncan tastes like glowstick fluid, according to Jason. (I don't actually know what Jason's blog is, or if he has one, but if I did I'd @ him.) I see it.

It was unanimously agreed that Tyler tastes like some sort of energy drink, and "red". I'd bet the energy drink in question is cherry Lucozade. It just fits, you know?

@fin-the-fissssssh suggested that Cody tastes like sour candies, which I then suggested that he'd specifically taste like sour gummies (like Haribo Tangfastics).

As for the other characters, I encourage people to add on their own thoughts!

#At this point it's less “what would they taste like?” and more “what food item would they be?”#total drama #silly headcanons #replies

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loveofastarvingdog · 10 months

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AND THEN I CONSIDER THE DELIGHTFUL ANDROGYNY OF THE RODEO — timothy l.l.s.h.

because transsexual desire exists in rural towns just the same as cities, and because we love our roots just as much as our queerness.

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Well, lookit those lovely chick-a-dees, a-meanderin’ and amblin’ and Ignorin’ the Sun shining mightily in their eyes when they’re unlucky, And soaking tan with a red-underbelly into Their neck and shoulders when Lady Luck loves them once more.

My! What a sight, what a thing to love! These young birds take their fistfuls of cash and wads of green And scramble their way up dusty-side just to reach glory. Oh heavens, the glory of a soda fountain when you have a sweat-soaked Ten-dollar clutched in all ten fingers, the glory of pointin’ With dirt under your fingernails At the largest size they have displayed, and sayin’ your please and thank you ma’am’s In the softest voice you got ‘cause your mouth is already Waterin’ something awful at the anticipation of the cool, fizzy drink.

Don’t guzzle it now, sweet things! Wait for that blessed relief-giving condensation to Settle along the sides of your plastic cup, little pearls, little water-snails Racing down to plop themselves bodily to The boot-ground dust of the Earth. Let them swell their little round shells and then quick! Gather Them up in one swiping palm, one heaving hand, And smear that dripping prize across your salt-flecked forehead; Let its rivulets tumble over your brow and into your eyes, and Squint against the salt-sting of foreign tears caught In your thick calf-lashes.

Oh, pretty little darlings, have you tasted it? The sugar and dye, sweet-soft and fizzling in your stained mouths, Headaches already beginning to worm low and aching behind Your squinting eyes. Have you memorized the shuffle-step it takes you to alight on your stadium seat? Look away from the water truck soaking the ring, Tear your eyes from the rainbow rising with the dust, With the water vapor, With the murmur of your dozen, dozen voices. Playfight ball-caps versus cowboy hats and add a point for each fancy belt buckle, Count the church-worthy button-ups and remember that Everyone has different places To worship.

And ah, what fat luck, arriving early enough to pick your seats when The stands are still so empty! Take the chance you have to feast yourselves on watching people stream in; Drink them down, the tired-eyed mothers, forehead-wrinkled fathers, Satiate yourselves on numbering the children wandering listless and over-excited around you, And carefully avoid looking too long at The young people with their soft-slender hands and hand-me-down boots, Their pink-open mouths, flashing teeth as they talk, sweat, swallow down lemonade. As they speak in voices that don’t lend themselves To being masculine or feminine, too caught up in the fat enjoyment of Being young and Alive.

You’re starving yourself, dear things, by choking down the desire while you Suck down the saccharine corn-syrup molecules just the same. Go ahead, grow into your own shoulders and make eye contact with warm brown and rosy red, Tilt the brim of your hat and let the actor in you embody it as full confidence and Not half-shame. When you shrug beneath the bleachers all too-long legs and too-hunched back, Let yourself taste the tart lemonade on their lips and ask them to call you something softer Than the name your daddy gave you. Let them place broad palm on the goose-flesh of the skin of your ribcage, Let yourself be taller than them and let them treat you porcelain-fragile anyways.

Say it with me now, The thunder above your heads is not Sodom and Gomorrah, it is a thousand feet, A thousand hands, A thousand writhing bodies stomping and hollering for The best bareback bronco score so far tonight, and no one cares that you are missing. No one cares that you have found your existence In the arms of a sexless young thing just like yourself, surrounded by cigarette butts And a handful of discarded and crushed Bud Lite cans and Dust that just won’t die.

What’s the name of your soul, sweethearts? What do you hide away when you’re where the people can see you? The knees of your lightwash jeans are dirty when you crawl back into the world. The cheers of the crowd have gotten just a little less sharp in your ears. You share a drop of your soda with a puddle of gnats and scream for the Oklahoman rider, And no one looks twice At the shape of your hands and jaw.

When the Sun sets in your eyes tonight, you’re too busy putting Your two fingers to your lips and whistling louder than a trainhorn’s shriek To care that your drink has gone flat and Lukewarm.

—timothy l.l.s.h.

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#one of my favourite poems i have ever written. maybe my favourite of all time #this took a few days to write but god... i loved it #poetim #original poetry #poetry #timothy l.l.s.h.#timothy's txts.#image description #trans poetry

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vampiric-angel-mutt · 8 months

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Hey y’all! I was tagged my @evilbubblewrap Thank you so much!

Three ships: uhhh dammit I don’t really ship anything really

First ship ever: I’m sorrryyyyyyy

Last song: My Own Summer (Shove it)-Deftones

Last movie: Toxic Avenger!

Currently reading: I’m not at the moment but the last thing I read was Pet Semetery

Currently consuming: chocolate cherry ice cream

Currently craving: mmmmmmango lemonade

I’m gonnaaaa tag @icechippies @ghost-bc-gf-enjoyer @dysphoria-things @pink-station-zero-zero aaaaand @infinity-on-hiii

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murdockparker · 2 years

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Foolish Endeavor - Part 1

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: Benedict Bridgerton was certainly no fool. Bad at cards, sure, a bit taller than most, that was a given, but he was seldom called a fool. Though, one could argue that falling for your best friend was a foolish endeavor, indeed.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: mix of book/show, mixed canon, tried my best to be time-accurate but even the source material isn’t so.... bon appetit!

next part

Of all the charming places in the world, London seemed to be at the height of that list. True that many in the ton were used to the daily life of the fair city, but far more found the simple pleasures of the life to be more than suffice, the joys of society far too enjoyable.

Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was decidedly not one of those few people.

Daughter to the Earl of Kent, the only child he had sired, she grew up rather lonely within the walls of their lavish homes—the one in London, Tonbridge and the estate near Scotland. It was not as if the earl and his wife longed for more children—no, they had tried their hardest to conceive a son to pass the title and fortune on—the countess could simply not carry another child after the miracle of their only daughter. This not only left (Y/N) terribly lonely, but felt the largest sense of duty to fulfill, to provide her parents with a grandson to continue the lineage before the earl should pass. Her father had no brothers, nor male cousins to his name, all records of distant and far-off relatives were coincidentally destroyed in a fire many years ago—her grandfather would deny any accusation that was thrown his way. Because of that tragedy, the earldom would all but disappear should an heir not be procured.

(Y/N) did not consider herself to be of the maternal type, but as her duty required, she would have to muster any bit of those fleeting feelings to provide for her parents, for their title. How she loathed the system in its entirety for that sole purpose. Naturally, she could not acquire the title for herself—a woman in society could never have that privilege—so she must begin to court, to find a husband to provide her an heir. Of course, this brought a great laugh to Lady (Y/N), as it was of the normalcy that the men in the ton required such a thing as well.

Courting was, in every word imaginable, boring. None of the eligible men in the ton seemed to strike (Y/N)’s fancy—no matter how hard they tried. Each ball was filled with strife, meaningless conversations and rather terrible company. The keen fact of the matter was that (Y/N) couldn’t simply marry any man in the ton, but a man of no title. Once again, a laughable endeavor as many eligible bachelorettes were seeking the opposite—a man of nobility and the deepest pockets to provide for their full life.

Thankfully the infamous gossip rag, Lady Whistledown, had not yet caught wind of the (Y/L/N)’s true reasoning to the desperate need for their daughter to marry, lest the ton be any of the wiser. Of course, those with half a brain would still want their title-less or less fortunate son to marry a well-off young lady such as (Y/N), considering she would potentially have a rather large dowry and welcome the son into the rather influential family, the point was moot.

So here she was, at one of the many balls of the season, the Cowper ball, standing terribly too close to a refreshment table, hoping not a soul would notice her. Of course, her mother had prepared for such an attitude, having (Y/N) dress in a ghastly pink dress to catch the eyes of suitors from around the ballroom. She was practically fluorescent, shining like a candle in the night. When her eyes locked with a man coming her way, she nearly downed her glass of lemonade.

“Lady (Y/N),” the man bowed, out of politeness. (Y/N) could all but roll her eyes at the sight. She bit her tongue at the thought.

“Lord Greenwood,” (Y/N) nodded back.

“Truth be told, I did not expect you to be at this event tonight,” Lord Greenwood said, his hand finding his pocket effortlessly. The man was the older type, not nearly as young as (Y/N) with a good fifteen years difference between them at the least. He had a wife once before, both her and their heir dying during childbirth, so the Lord had no choice but to begin to court again, to hope for an heir again. It hadn’t been a love match, to (Y/N)’s knowledge, but they seemed to care enough about one another to equate such a loss.

“If I must be truthful, neither did I,” (Y/N) replied honestly, grabbing another glass of lemonade, her silk gloves tracing the delicate pattern on the glass. “I do rather hate these dances.”

“But with a beautiful presence such as yours, surely your dance card must be keeping you busy, no?” Lord Greenwood motioned to the card hanging from her wrist, trying to eye the list of names written on the back. (Y/N) grabbed the card quickly from his prying eyes.

“Y-yes, of course my Lord,” (Y/N) faked a smile, “my dance card always seems to be filled, never giving me the proper moment of respite I so desperately need…” She eyed the man briefly, hoping her point would catch. He seemingly did not. “That moment, of course, being right now.”

“Ah,” the Lord nodded, “apologies for interrupting. I was just to see if you had but a line left on your dance card. I would be most pleased to share a dance with you this evening.”

“I’m afraid my card is full,” (Y/N) gave the most forced smile she could muster, one hopefully read as sympathetic. She hoped deeply that it worked. “Perhaps you should find me earlier at the next dance?”

“Of course, I will surely have to do just that,” Lord Greenwood nodded, his eyes dancing right behind her head. He found himself glancing at a group of young ladies, all looking pleasantly alone and oh-so beautiful. “If you must excuse me.”

(Y/N) let out a caught breath, finally able to release the card from her hand. Her dance card hadn’t been filled at all—not with genuine names at least—she had taken a moment to fill nearly every spot with a believable name so she could have one free evening this season to relax and enjoy the music. Of course, she had left one line free, just in case she were to find a man worth her time and breath. As if that would ever happen.

“Turning away a viable suitor? I can practically see the steam rising from your mother’s ears.”

(Y/N) found herself turning her head, only to be met with the eyes of Benedict Bridgerton, a friend, thank God above. “Well, hello Mr. Bridgerton. Fancy seeing you this evening.”

“Fancy indeed,” he hummed. “I must say, it was quite hard to not see you this evening.” Benedict smiled at her dress, eyeing the bright fabric with a casual intensity.

“Mama thought it be best I wore something eye catching,” a sigh almost escaped her lips. “She believes no suitable man would possibly see me otherwise.”

“Now why on earth would she think of that?” Benedict laughed lightly. “It is not as if you try to hide by the refreshment tables or in the hallways, is it not?”

(Y/N) fought back a grin, the corners of her lips turning upwards ever so slightly. “You think little of me, Mr. Bridgerton,” she took a sip of her lemonade, “I would never try to hide, I am rather good at it, so there is no need in trying.”

“Hiding will not find you a husband.”

“Perhaps that is the goal?” (Y/N) eyed Benedict lightly, her brow arched upward. “You see how these ladies throw themselves about the room, going from suitor to suitor,” she pointed across the way, “take Miss Harrison for example, her mama has her in such an ill-fitting dress, her bosom is practically falling out of it.”

“I do not see your point? Miss Harrison has an ample bosom, surely that is what could bait her a husband, no?”

“I could never stoop so low as baiting a man,” (Y/N) nearly shuddered. “If I ever were to marry—and my mama is hell bent on making that so—I would want it to be of my own volition and choice, not because I was merely charmed during a waltz.”

“I once again fail to see your point,” Benedict smiled lightly. “You do not wish to marry, yet you would if a man were to charm you somehow else?”

“If I were to find a man worth marrying,” (Y/N) corrected, “it certainly wouldn’t be within the social setting the ton seems to have everyone wrapped around.”

“Because you despise these gatherings?”

“Precisely that.”

“If I may be so honest,” Benedict leaned closer to her, “I too despise this setting.”

“You share that as if I didn’t know that much,” (Y/N) teased. “You seem to forget that we have known each other for many years.”

“We have,” Benedict nodded, “but ever since your debut, we have seldom chatted, especially at events such as these.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want the ton to think we were courting, would we?”

“Would that be the worst gossip to come about us?” Benedict asked honestly. It wouldn’t be, he had decided. “I can think of, at the least, five other juicy morsels that Whistledown could choose to publish instead. Why, I rather think that your dress this evening would be a key topic of conversation.”

“You couldn’t possibly wish to court me, the ton would know it too,” (Y/N) waved him off, simply ignoring the rightful jab at her dress. “You only jest.”

“Perhaps this is true,” Benedict laughed hesitantly. The truth behind his words was shaky at best. “It would be like courting my sister, even if my sisters are mostly wonderful ladies.” He tapped mindlessly against his newly-refreshed lemonade glass.

“How is your mother dealing with Eloise’s debut? I’m sure that your sister is just loving her time in the season.” (Y/N) was genuinely curious of how the middle Bridgerton daughter’s debut had been going, knowing from their time growing up that Eloise seemed rather… against everything the season had to offer. The earl and the late viscount were great mates from their schooling, the families growing up not too far away from one another while the (Y/L/N)’s were in London. (Y/N) found herself at the Bridgerton residence more often than she’d ever admit, finding great company in the eldest four Bridgerton siblings. She also found comfort in the youngest four, too, almost as if she was their older sister. It felt nice, to feel like she had siblings, and the Bridgertons had quite a few to spare.

“Mother has her head in a tizzy,” Benedict sighed, a hand resting on his pocket. “She wanted Eloise to debut sooner,” he hummed, “Anthony is rather cross about how she’s been acting.”

“Eloise is younger than when Daphne debuted, no?” Benedict nodded lightly. “Well, Daphne debuted later and found a husband with no problems,” her mind drifted to the rumored duel between the Duke of Hastings and Anthony. “Few problems, I imagine. Best to start early in the seasons, though.”

“You,” Benedict poked her shoulder, “debuted at two and twenty if my memory serves correct.”

“And I,” she poked back, “held off on that front as long as I could,” (Y/N) held back a grin. “I am nearly considered a spinster now, currently on my third season.”

“Just as you’d like it, I presume.”

“You know me too well, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Ah, must we be so formal?” Benedict sighed, his head cocking ever so slightly. “I do understand the prying ears and eyes of the room, but I do rather hate it when you are so formal.”

“Apologies,” (Y/N) sniggered. “I did not know that would cause such a great offense.”

“Minor offense was taken,” Benedict hummed, rocking slightly on his heels. His eyes followed the dancers around the center of the room, watching the new couples and courting prospects alike twist and turn. “But I do miss being called ‘Benny’, if you must know.”

“Certainly your youngest siblings still call you that?” (Y/N) nearly snorted. “I haven’t even dreamed of calling you that since we were out of our leading strings,” she scanned her eyes quickly around, “and even so, I wouldn’t be so keen on using it here.”

“You simply didn’t know me whilst we were in leading strings,” Benedict laughed. “And no, Gregory and Hyacinth simply call me by my given name, as one would expect.”

“So it must be Eloise who still calls you that,” (Y/N) sharpened her gaze at the tallest Bridgerton. His cheeks flushed at the notion. “Ah, I see I’m correct.”

“Eloise is known to be quite teasing,” Benedict coughs, trying to hide his embarrassment. “Particularly with me, so it seems.”

“You are one of her favorite brothers,” (Y/N) hummed into her lemonade glass, nearing the bottom. Soon enough the glass would be empty, leaving her with no reason to stand off to the side. A large sigh escaped her lips.

“I didn’t know my presence would be such a bore to you,” Benedict said, a lopsided smirk following.

“No, trust that it is not you but the dreaded fact that my mama is to find me soon,” (Y/N) finally finished her glass. “I have not taken to the dance floor all evening and—”

“But your dance card is full?” Benedict grabbed at the card dangling from her wrist, reading the names carefully. His grin grew wide, face twisting in amusement. “You mean to tell me that you haven’t shared a dance with a one R. Montague?” (Y/N)’s eyes were fixed on the floor, a smirk dancing across her lips. “I’m sure that C. Worthy is practically crestfallen to not have waltzed with you.”

“You mustn’t forget I. Lash, he was a rather persistent fellow, rather handsy,” (Y/N) tried to sound sincere, failing miserably.

“So pray tell, what if your mother asks to meet any of these viable suitors?” Benedict asked. “Or asks why you hadn’t been on the dance floor?”

“You must have missed the blank line, Benedict,” she cautiously used his given name, almost in a whisper, “I had planned to make at least one dance this evening.”

“With whom?”

“That, I’m not sure,” (Y/N) all but shrugged. “I have to take to the dance floor at least once, lest my mother be any the wiser. I figured that I would find some suitor I did not particularly hate to twirl around with, one to fool the masses.”

“And Lord Greenwood was not that suitor?”

“Please,” (Y/N) snorted, “Lord Greenwood could practically be my father. No amount of wealth around could get me to play pretend and feign interest with him.”

“This just brings me back to my earlier point, hiding will not find you a husband—or a dance partner.”

“I am not hiding, you seemed to find me quite well.”

“I can always find you.”

“If that is clearly the case, why do you not add your name to my dance card?”

Benedict’s eyes grew wide at his friend’s boldness. It was customary for the man to ask the lady for a space on her dance card, not the other way around. “But I am not a possible suitor for you, is that not correct?”

“No, you’re correct,” (Y/N) said quickly, as if it were obvious. “But I’d much rather spend my one dance of the eve with a friend than someone entirely too vexing.”

“You don’t think I’m vexing?” Benedict threw his hand to his chest in mock offense, a small gasp exiting his lips. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes at the gesture, her smile not dropping in the slightest. “I should take that as a compliment, but somehow my heart hurts.”

“As I said, I would appreciate,” she punched her words, “to spend my dance with a friend.”

“Well, I’m sure your mother would find it most pleasing to see you dancing with a Bridgerton.”

“So you understand?”

Benedict offered his hand gently, awaiting (Y/N)’s to join. “I understand completely.”

—

The evening at the Cowper residence was one of infamy. It is in This Author’s opinion that many a love match were made in the very halls the ton found themselves in last eve. It is on good authority that the elder Lord Greenwood has charmed Miss Alice Harrison and a courtship is surely soon to follow.

But that, dear readers, is not the high of the evening’s events. Benedict Bridgerton, second eldest of the Bridgerton brood, found himself scarce as always until the eleventh hour, finding his way amongst the dance floor with none other than with dear family friend Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Lady (Y/N), of course, being the daughter of the esteemed Earl of Kent, is rumored to be making haste on finding a marriage partner this season. Could her dearest friend be that candidate? Their dance only had happened after a prolonged conversation nearest the refreshment table, perhaps Mr. Bridgerton found a way to finally charm her in the ways only a suitor could. This Author is inclined to keep a watchful eye on the handsome couple, lest we miss a love match right under our noses.

Lady Whistledown Society Papers

Benedict felt his eyes nearly pop out of his head, reading and re-reading the small pamphlet that had been delivered to the Bridgerton residence in the early morning hours. He normally did not entertain himself with the gossip paper, but when Eloise nearly spat up her first cup of tea amongst the column, he grew interested.

“Brother, it could be worse,” Eloise tried to reason. “You rarely are mentioned amongst her ramblings, if this is to be the worst—”

“It is not me I am worried about, sister,” Benedict sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose tightly. “(Y/N) is to find a husband this season, for Lady Whistledown to insinuate that we are courting—”

“It will not hurt her chances,” Anthony chimed in, having been sitting in the room the entire time. “Besides, if I recall correctly, you yourself had once said that a rumor of a supposed courtship with Lady (Y/N) would not be the worst in the world.”

“I was merely saying that in jest, brother! I did not think that it could possibly come to fruition, especially with everything else that happened last eve. Lady Cowper nearly fell into the lemonade bowl, at her own ball, surely that could’ve made some sort of impression.”

“You two did look rather taken with one another on the dance floor,” Eloise said, playing with the threads of her pale blue frock. She had dressed up nicely for the morning, much to her disdain and her mother’s persistence. Perhaps she’d have a caller in the morning, crazier things have happened. “I’ve known her forever, she’s never looked at anyone like she looked at you.”

“You don’t know of what you speak,” Benedict waved. “Sister, I have known her just as long as you, she was merely playing the part of a devoted debutante at a ball to appease the countess.”

“(Y/N) must be a fine actress, then,” Eloise said, sitting on the couch beside Benedict with a flop. “She seemed to fool the entire ton with one dance.” Benedict’s face fell like stone, hardened in thought.

“You cannot possibly be angered that this rumor would be the worst to come of you last evening,” Anthony laughed at his brother’s demeanor. “How unfortunate that you’re supposedly courting a fine young lady.”

“But I don’t wish to be courting anyone, let alone a good friend of mine.”

“You mean to tell me that your long-time crush on (Y/N) has simply dissipated?”

Benedict grew silent. It was true, he had been infatuated with the young daughter of the earl since they were children, her demeanor and way she held herself was unlike any of the other children the Bridgertons found themselves in company with. She had a quick wit, a sharp tongue and the prettiest eyes Benedict had the pleasure of viewing. Of course, he knew she was meant to wed an influential man one day, never could she entertain the idea of courting a second-born son, let alone a man she saw no more than a friend.

“Those feelings were merely those of children,” Benedict assured his older brother, if not, assuring himself also. “I’ve grown since then.”

“If you say so, Brother,” Anthony said. He decided to drop the topic altogether, noting Benedict’s demeanor on the conversation at hand. The energy in the room shifted, it was obvious. Eloise looked beside herself, almost biting back words she desperately wished to share. Anthony shot her a stern look, a wordless plea to not push her brother’s buttons further. The look didn’t work.

“Benedict, (Y/N) is a wonderful friend. I’m sure if you were to court her—”

“I am not courting!” Benedict shot up from the chaise, the eyes of his siblings all locking onto him, Eloise instantly growing silent. His fists were clenched, knuckles turning white. “I have little desire to wed, let alone court a dear friend,” he paused, as if to get his point across, “I wish you would not speculate any more about it, it makes you no better than Lady Whistledown.”

“Benedict, we were mostly doing it in jest,” Eloise quietly added, almost afraid to set her brother off again. She hardly ever went quiet.

“Eloise is right,” Anthony rose to Benedict’s side, a hand placed on his shoulder. “It was mostly in jest.” Benedict shoved his brother’s hand off his shoulder, finding himself storming off to his bedchambers, away from his various siblings.

“What did you all do to Benedict?” Colin asked, having just joined the family from breaking their fast. “He looked as if he was ready to kill.”

“Kill Lady Whistledown, no doubt,” Eloise said, handing Colin the latest gossip column. Colin took a moment to graze the first article, having noted Benedict’s name rather quickly.

“Ah. I suppose he is.”

—

Across town, at Kent House, a similar conversation was taking place over their breakfast, a feast fit for, well, an earl. (Y/N) felt as if she wanted to crawl inside herself, away from the prying eyes of her mother and father, afraid to even be seen amongst the ton at all. She instantly dashed any plans to be had that afternoon, she simply could not bear to be the topic of gossip amongst the masses. She was hardly the topic of conversation in Whistledown, anything said about her was usually a compliment, but the occasional singe of scandal graced the text of the gossip rag every now and then, but then again, it had for practically everyone in the ton as well.

“Benedict would be a perfect match for you,” Lord Kent nearly grunted. “He’s the second born Bridgerton. He’s not to be the next viscount, should his brother have sons, leaving the opportunity for heirs to inherit our family’s title—”

“I understand that, papa,” (Y/N) groaned, shoving the fork into the mush on her plate. She hadn’t had an appetite since reading Whistledown. “But Benedict is a friend!”

“Your father and I were friends first,” Lady Kent spoke up, “I don’t see you having any other suitors lining up. You hadn’t had a gentleman call upon you since the first ball of the season.” Her mother continued to eat their meal, taking almost dainty bites of the toast. “How have we not thought of the Bridgerton boy before?”

“Benedict is not a viable suitor,” (Y/N) pleaded again. “He agreed to dance with me last night—as a friend,” her voice was pointed, “nothing more, nothing less. He is but a good friend to me.”

“I wouldn’t push the Bridgerton boy aside so quickly, dearest,” Lady Kent said, blotting the corner of her mouth with a pure white cloth. “Why, any of the Bridgerton boys would be quite the match indeed. They all are the epitome of excellence, great looking and great manners, Edmund and Violet did them well.”

“They did,” (Y/N) agreed quickly, nodding her head. “Although, Anthony is a viscount—also terribly loathsome,” (Y/N) ticked off, one, two, three, her fingers pointed to the ceiling. “Benedict is out of the question,” she pointed to her next finger, “and Colin? He practically still a boy.”

“Colin is your age, is he not?” Lord Kent asked.

“A year or so younger, dear, I believe,” Lady Kent tried to correct. “Or, perhaps,” she thought for a moment, “you may be right, dearest.”

“The Bridgertons are a perfectly suitable family, anyone would be lucky to marry into it,” It wasn’t as if she had never thought of the notion, marrying any of the elder Bridgerton boys. As a young girl—a hopeless romantic one at that—she practically saw herself with nearly every boy around her age, wondering if they were to be wed in the future. As time passed, the notion about marrying into the Bridgertons became laughable, almost a farce.

“I’m sure if we were to strike a deal with the Viscount Bridgerton…” Lord Kent trailed off, nearly to himself. His wife nodded in earnest.

“Yes, I am quite certain that the viscount would agree to such a match for his brother.”

“Papa! You cannot be serious!?” (Y/N) nearly screamed.

“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

“I was merely thinking aloud, flower,” Lord Kent assured her. “You know how badly we need you to marry and produce an heir. You also know we agreed on no forced arrangements until your fourth season, should there be a fourth.”

“Nearly a year to go,” Lady Kent sighed. “You must make haste if you wish to not have your father’s hand in your match.”

(Y/N) mirrored her mother’s sigh. “I am well aware, mama,” She pushed her plate away from herself, almost disgusted by the thought of taking another bite. Not that she had eaten much of it anyway. “It is not that I don’t entirely wish to marry, I just don’t want to find my match at those boring events.”

“Those ‘boring events’ are where matches are made, dearest,” Lady Kent said. “It is simply how things are done.”

“Just because it is ‘how things are done’, does not mean that one cannot go off the beaten path,” (Y/N) droned, falling back against her chair, a rather unladylike motion. Her mother’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. She straightened up. “Trust that I’m working on finding a husband, please, on my own terms.”

“Well,” Lady Kent sighed again, a rather common reaction this morning. “If anything were to come from Whistledown, it at the least makes you more desirable. With a Bridgerton supposedly interested, the rest of the ton is sure to follow.”

“I’m sure that you’re only saying that—”

The doors to their dining room swung open, the family butler, Franklin, stood in the dead center. “My Lord,” he bowed lightly. “I’ve come to announce a number of callers for Lady (Y/N),” Franklin said, holding a small stack of cards. “Should you wish to hear their names?”

“How many?” Lord Kent asked, his interested peaked greatly.

“Six so far,” Franklin gave a small smile. “I’m inclined to believe more will be following—”

“Is the Bridgerton boy among them?” Lord Kent asked again.

Franklin shook his head lightly, double checking the cards in his hand. “No, your grace, it seems as if Mr. Bridgerton is absent from today’s callers.”

“Pity,” Lady Kent said, tapping her fork against her plate lightly. “Well, dearest, I suppose you should find yourself presentable and entertain our guests?”

“Don’t I need a chaperone?” she narrowed her eyes. “Wouldn’t want another scandal to come of our family name, would we?”

“I will be joining in a moment to continue my embroidery,” her mother waved her off, “trust you will not be alone. Though, I do hope Benedict comes around.”

It took everything in (Y/N)’s power to not groan at the thought. To see Benedict amongst her callers—suitors wishing to perhaps ask for her hand—was a laughable endeavor. Sure, he would certainly stand out amongst the masses, his height making it easy to spot him from even the farthest of distances. She always loved his height, how even at their somewhat of a height difference, he never made her feel small. He always had appreciated her presence and opinions, never allowing her to fall to the sidelines…

But she couldn’t possibly bear to see him with the fools waiting for her in the drawing room. No way.

#Benedict Bridgerton #Benedict Bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x reader #reader insert #bridgerton #i'm still doing marvel my guys just.... on a bridgerton kick too lol #benedict is best boy and you cannot convince me otherwise #i've been working on this fic for like a month #i have seven chapters already written with like at least 3 more in the works

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snailvalley · 1 year

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The bachelors and bachelorettes go-to Starbucks orders!

Enjoy! Maybe if someone wants I’ll do the other non-marriageable villagers? 🤞

First, the bachelors!

🛹Sam-a caramel frappuccino and a cake pop lol. He loves sugar.

🚬Sebastian-probably a cold brew or a shaken espresso. Loves a good cold coffee and a cigarette haha. (Drinks PSLs when they’re in season even though he constantly bags on them)

✍️Elliot- a London fog, two tea bags, extra hot. He’s very particular about it.

🏈Alex- a refresher or something. Doesn’t like coffee. He’d probably get a breakfast sandwich on the side for some extra protein!

🩺Harvey-probably a black coffee with a couple packets of sugar and cream. But he’d get one of the special brews. He wants to enjoy all the lil flavor notes!

🐥Shane- would be mad they don’t have Joja Cola. Goes to the 7-11 next door instead lol.

Bachelorettes!

📓Penny- an iced chai tea! Maybe with some cold foam on top if she’s feeling adventurous.

💎Abigail- a dragonfruit refresher. She loves the color of it!

🍃Leah- I think Leah would get a green tea lemonade or something like that! Maybe a matcha latte?

📷Haley- she is a pink drink girly hands down. You cannot convince me otherwise.

🧬Maru- I think she’d go for a caramel macchiato! And maybe a chocolate croissant on the side.

🦜Emily - Emily is definitely a matcha latte enjoyer.

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ilovejuzi · 8 months

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Not a question butttt

I’M ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH THE WAY YOU DRAW HAIR I LOVE IT SOSOSOSOSO MUCH I love it so much I think your art is used in my pfp holy moly

-love, Average pink lemonade enjoyer <3

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH !!! And ya ur pfp is my art it's so cool when ppl use my art like OMGGG anywaybs thanks for the ask :333

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krafterwrites · 1 year

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All The Sonic Cafe Foods

Because I can’t find a concrete source that lists every single food from the Sonic 25th Anniversary Cafe, I’m going to list all the foods I can find here (And talk about them a bit I guess)

Sonic Chili Dog

I don’t like hot dogs or chili but it looks decent, and the onion rings with the leafy greens seem pretty nice

Shadow Burger

Not going to lie I would genuinely eat this. The black bun looks a bit weird but I love burgers, and it would be really funny to eat a slice of cheese that has a render of Shadow printed on it

Eggman Takoyaki

This looks really good, it’s probably one of the most appetizing things on the menu. I’ve never had Takoyaki before, but it looks sooo good here, so I’m sure I would love it

Imagawa-yaki

This is basically just a pancake filled with sweet red bean paste, which sounds pretty good. I also really like the illustrations on them, they look very nice

Classic Team Sonic Pancakes

This is a pretty good one, it’s three pancakes that have Team Sonic printed on them with maple syrup, butter, and I think cream with raspberry? It’s pretty simple, but still good

Sundae Supreme

This is definitely the best item on the entire menu. This looks soooo good. If I had amnesia and didn’t remember my name, I would name myself after this too, because it looks amazing

Triple S Cafe Drinks

Sonic’s drink is a latte, Shadow’s drink is cocoa, and Silver’s drink is mocha. I don’t drink cafe drinks, but apparently a mocha is a chocolate drink, so that sounds pretty nice

Tails’ Hot Lemonade

I’ve never heard of hot lemonade before, but it probably isn’t as good as cold lemonade. I would try it at least once though, because it does sound interesting

Amy, Knuckles, And Chao Sodas

Amy’s soda is peach flavored (The description also says that if you drink it, your girl power will improve and you might become like Amy, so I suppose they put estrogen in the soda), Knuckles’ soda is strawberry flavored, and the Chao soda didn’t have a flavor listed so I’m guessing it’s just blue flavored. All these sodas also look like they have a scoop of vanilla ice cream in them, which is a nice extra

Eggman Omurice

This looks a tiny bit gross because of the sauce, but honestly it doesn’t seem that bad. I like eggs and rice, so I would probably enjoy this if I got it. The veggies are a bit random though, they could have just done bell peppers and it would have gone with the eggs and rice better

Another Chili Dog

This looks like a different dish from the one at the top of this list, and it looks a bit better than it too. The sign is a nice touch, the onion rings look more normal, and there’s more veggies on the side

Shadow Curry

Like the omurice, this looks a bit weird, but I would eat it if I was given the opportunity since curry and rice is delicious. Once again though, the veggies are just kind of random, although they do have a bell pepper this time around (Or it could be a weirdly shaped tomato wedge). They also have what looks like fried... something, I genuinely cannot tell in the slightest. Also they should have made Blaze Curry instead, it would’ve been more fitting

Tails Carbonara

Okay, this one is a little bit unappetizing even to me. Just a little bit though. It’s entirely because of the slice of cheese they printed Tails on, cheese on pasta is nice, but an uncut slice of it draped over wet noodles and sauce is not. I would still eat this though, maybe because my standards for food are low

Green Hill Roll Cake

This one looks nice, it’s chocolate cake with green frosting and some sort of cream filling, as well as a few pieces of assorted fruit. I’m not much of a fruit person, but this still looks tasty

Amy’s Homemade Pink Cake

This is probably the best looking desert (Aside from the Sundae Supreme of course), I can’t tell precisely what all of it would taste like just from looking at it, but I’m sure it would be enjoyable

Tails’ Lab Experiment Solution

This looks like another soda, although I can’t really tell what flavor it is by looking at it, if I had to guess I’d say it’s orange. I also don’t know what’s up with the stuff in the cup. I think I vaguely remember having sugar crystals at a restaurant one time that looked like these and fizzed in my mouth, so maybe you’re supposed to add those things to the soda to make it extra fizzy/sweet?

Silver’s ESP Soda

I really want to drink this one. It looks like it’s made up of clear soda, blue sorbet (Which I almost mistook for cotton candy the first time I saw this image because it looks so light) and green jello just kind of sitting there at the bottom. I don’t know what you’re supposed to do with it, maybe slurp it up like boba? Or just eat it once you’ve drank all the soda, I guess

Sticks’ Jungle Juice

Another soda drink with ice cream! I don’t know what flavor this is for sure, but based on the fact that it’s orange and it was described as wild and tropical, I’m going to say it’s mango soda. No clue what the icre cream is, but I do love the little boomerang that’s stuck into it

Knuckles’ Power Drink

Knuckles gets two drinks, and this one is basically a red slurpee with vanilla ice cream, which actually sounds really nice. It’s probably cherry flavor, although it could be strawberry or even watermelon

Sonic Latte

Not much to say about this one, it’s just a latte with Classic Sonic’s face on it

Infinite’s Jello Dessert

This one looks tasty, mostly because of its great presentation. I’m not sure what flavor the jello inside or outside the cup is, but I’m going to go with strawberry and bitter cherry respectively. It also looks like there’s some whipped cream in addition to the fruit and mint sprig (I think? It could be something else but it’s probably mint), which would all pair nicely with fruit jello

Knuckles Boba

That’s right, Knuckles has ANOTHER drink. He has three drinks. The site that I’m using for this last series of images (Which started with the Infinite Jello Dessert) doesn’t have any descriptions, so I just have to guess from here on out. I really have no clue what the drink could be, and even less clue on what the boba taste like since I’ve never had boba before. My best guess for the drink is peach flavored soda or possibly sweet tea, but I’m completely stumped on the boba pearls

Eggman Scotch Eggs

This one doesn’t look too bad (Except for the watery and slimy looking meat sauce), the eggs, meat, and casing all look pretty nice. Even as I was typing this, I thought the mark on the right egg was some seaweed or something, but I just realized that it’s the Eggman Empire logo. I may be stupid. Anyways, I still don’t get why they put broccoli and cauliflower with all of Eggman’s meals. Broccoli does not go with scotch eggs, or eggs in general

Cat Rookie Drink

This is one of the best looking drinks, it looks super appealing. The drink itself looks like strawberry milk with ice, and you also get whipped cream and sprinkles to go with it. This is definitely an extremely sweet drink, which I really like

Bird Rookie Drink

This one also looks really good, entirely due to its neon green coloring that looks straight out of Shadow’s tube. We have a clearer view of the sugar crystals that went with Tails’ drink, which fit this drink pretty well, since making it even fizzier adds to its forbidden science liquid vibe. I think there could be boba pearls or something like that at the bottom, but it’s hard to tell, and I have no clue what they would taste like if they actually are there

Shadow’s Root Beer Float

This is a super good drink, it’s a root beer float with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and two cherries. I guess it could be coke, but it’s way more likely than it’s root beer. It doesn’t have much to do with Shadow, the last drink probably would have fit him better since it looks like the liquid he was birthed in, but now that I think about it Shadow probably would enjoy a good root beer float

Chaos’ Soda

Now this is a drink! It’s so blue and refreshing looking, I want to slurp this up right now. I don’t know for sure what it’s flavored like, probably blue raspberry, but I know it has to taste amazing based on how good it looks

Classic Sonic’s Boba Drink

This one is also a delicious looking cool blue that makes me want to down the whole glass, but like the battery acid/Shadow’s nutrient fluid drink, it has some mystery boba pearls (I think?) in it too. Like I said last time, I have no clue what these would taste like, but they can’t be that bad if they’re soaking in such a pretty liquid

Sonic’s... Something

I’m going to level with you, I do not know what this is. It just looks like a patty of rice with onion rings, veggies, and a cutout of Sonic on it. Maybe that’s what it actually is. Honestly that wouldn’t be too bad since rice and onion rings are tasty, but it would be a very strange dish to serve if that’s really it, which is why I think I’m missing something here. Let me know what you think this is if you have any theories

Tails’ Udon

This looks gross and tasty at the same time. I love udon noodles, and the chives really add to it, but the omelette looks very soggy and wet, which is gross. At least, I think that’s an omelette. It could be fried meat or something, which would make this dish really good, since fried meat and noodles are a killer combo. Also, carrot stars. I didn’t mention them on any of the foods before because they were just a little garnish, but they’re cool! I wouldn’t eat them with the dish though, carrot wouldn’t go well with most of the dishes I’ve listed

Gadget’s Pancakes

This is a great pancake meal, it puts the one with Team Sonic on it to shame. There’s two pancakes (One with Gadget printed on it), maple syrup, sprinkles, whipped cream, fruit and mint, and a chocolate pen thingy. I think the chocolate pen thingy either has chocolate liquid in it or is meant to be broken up and put onto the pancake like chocolate chips. Either way, this is a spectacular desert/breakfast, and I really wish I could try it

And with that, we’re done! I suppose there could be foods out there that I missed, considering I had to scour several unofficial sources to find all this, but I’m pretty sure I got them all. If you got this far, thanks for reading! I’m glad you liked it, because typing all this hurt my finger

#Sonic #Sth #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic Cafe #I could tag all of the characters but I don't want to be annoying #Krafter Talks

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chelseahotel2004 · 4 months

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Breakthrough on the remembering to take meds situation. because i think anticipation is the #1 cause of enjoyment ive started keeping one exciting drink in the fridge. I can only have a sip of this drink before bed as I’m taking my meds. That way every time i open the fridge and see the fun drink and go ohhhh I’d love to have a little sip of that i build up my anticipation thus making me not only excited to drink my pink lemonade but also my meds!!!

#hashtag cleo win honestly #i loveeeee gamifying things it’s the only thing that got me through high school #🍎

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nervousoctoberknits · 27 days

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(slightly delayed) march wrap up!

champagne cardigan-ish, celeste sweater, 2x2 ribbed hat

champagne cardigan by petiteknit

yarn: drops heart you 7 and drops kid-silk both in lemonade

body and buttonband done, just sleeves to go! it's turning out a little bit more fitted than i wanted but i knew playing with gauge was going to affect my yarn usage and i didn't want to run out so i probably chose a size smaller than i ideally would've loved. it definitely still FITS and i think the cotton will prob end up stretching out a bit over time so i'm not upset about it. this was also just kinda an impulsive experiment of a project anyway so 🤷🏻‍♀️

celeste sweater by petiteknit

yarn: knit picks palette in bittersweet heather* (mc), lion brand wool-ease in linen & oatmeal, knit picks wool of the andes worsted in haze heather, loops & threads woolike in sage*

*held double

doing a mini knit-along with my mom for this one 😊 i had a vision for a colour palette and was able to pull all the contrast colours from stash which is Great because they were all random single balls without a plan. the colourwork on this is v enjoyable with the exception of the rows with the green yarn bc it's so damn slippery

2x2 ribbed hat

yarn: craft smart neon acrylic in neon pink

i thought i'd have this one done by now but work has been super busy so i haven't had as much time to work on it this past month. i think i'll probably have to figure out how i'd like to do the crown decreases soon so we'll see when i get to it

#knitting #project: champagne #project: celeste #project: 2x2 ribbed hat

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is-jan-jan-is · 8 months

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Best comics by publisher:

I am bored and autistic and gay and so I've compiled an objectively subjective list of the 'best' books from each publisher. You're welcome, America.

IDW-honestly the current Star Trek run is phenomenal and we all love TMNT but I gotta give it to Atomic Robo.

Scout-Metal Shark Bro is so good that it honestly skewed my expectations for the entire publisher. They truthfully have two solid lines and the rest is an odd marketing campaign. The Black Caravan stuff was fun, though.

Boom!-SIKTC is undeniably amazing and 'We Only Find Them When They're Dead' is objectively top tier but for me, it's all about Coda. The art, the writing, the straight dude getting dunked on by his orc paladin wife-perfection. The first issue of the continuation just dropped and reading it was like returning home.

Ahoy!-Penultiman is pretty good but I think 'The Wrong Earth' is clearly their best title.

Valiant-hear me out, hear me out. I've collected ALL of Valiant's reboot, 2012-present. Unfortunately I must report that peak Valiant is X-O Manowar: Retribution. 1993 was a good year for whacky sci-fi comics. There is a scene wherein Aric of Darcia proclaims:"he must be like those men who prefer other men. I do not understand these men; but damn, do they make the best wizards!" That's peak fiction.

Dark Horse-look Hellboy is great. It's so good that I almost gave it to Mike Mignolia just on merit and industry influence alone. Unfortunately, Jeff Lemire exists. Black Hammer is perfect in every way. MIND MGMT was a strong second.

Image-Astro City. The characters are deep, emotional beings. Their stories breathe in the most human way. Most other titles conflate grit with maturity while AC makes you feel without several arcs of trauma porn. Also, im happy to see creators who remember that comic books are the home of wackiness. Its a slice of life hero series-10/10. Also Alex Ross. This (image) was annoying to choose because-despite suffering the unforgivable scourge of Robert Kirkman- Image has so many other good titles. Bitch Planet, Savage Dragon and Spawn (obligatory, obvi), Rumble, Chew, Outer Darkness, Descender/Ascender, etc .. not to mention Radiant Black. I still want to give it to Saga. Due to all the confusion with inage/wildstorm/dc having some claim to Astro City I almost skipped it entirely which is a shame but, yeah-Astro City.

TKO Studios-honestly, I'm not sure that this company is still kickin'. They were a fun little experiment though, with several enjoyable titles. I can't say any of them really blew me away. But, if I had to pick a 'best' I'd give it to 'Sentient'. Jeff Lemire can do no wrong.

AWA-they're too new for a selection to have any real meaning but 'The Resistance' is pretty good. It's been a couple years and I hope they produce something else that's quality because E-Ratic was a pretty big let down.

D.C.-Crisis on Infinite Earths. It's a given. There is something to be said about the cultural impact of Crisis. Originally, 'crisis' stories were crossovers of varying stakes. The comic gods(Perez and Wolfman) changed the game with this one. Also,every Crisis story which follows was similarly silly and serious. The pseudo science wackiness and over the top theatrics gets me every time. No other comic company gets it right. D.C. has been getting progressively better and better these last couple years, especially now with the phenomenal 'Dawn of D.C.' stuff. But if I was stranded on an island and could only bring one D.C. title it would be Crisis. ('83 New Teen Titans is of course a strong second)

Oni Press- their Rick and Morty stuff was a guilty pleasure (because it's really quite good but that means I have to spend money on Rick and Morty) and 'The Sixth Gun' was well made. Regardless, their best title was clearly 'Pink Lemonade'. Its chaotic indie fun that doesn't make sense and doesn't have too.

Massive/Whatnot Inc: these guys are really new, started 2022 I think. Not really sold on them yet but one of their first titles, quested, was lots of fun. Pretty small selection so far but what they do have is quality. 'Best book' goes to Plot Holes. Not only did Sean Murphy give us the most tolerable Bruce Wayne, he also gave us this creative joyride. It's equal parts wacky and sincere and best of all, it's in the Murphy style. Even though its early on in the run it's one of those titles you look forward to. throughout the month.

Marvel-Marvel peaked in 1999 with Earth X. Don't get me wrong, I love a great deal of Marvel books. Al Ewing's Ultimates (NOT Bendis) was great. Personally, my favorite Avengers story was the Celestial Madonna saga of the sixties, but Waid's run was great(obvi) and Hickman's was too. Hickman's Xmen stuff...also happened. Cates and Jason aaron had good Thor runs. The first and last of Aaron's avenger arcs were great. Peter David's many 'Spider' runs were fun and Dan Slott sure does exist. The Sam Wilson cap runs were all phenomenal, especially the Symbol of Truth run-and Kelly Thompson's run on Carol was one of the best ever. Good Marvel books have been dwindling lately but Jed McKay's 'Avengers' is honestly one of the best books out there. Unfortunately, none of that good stuff comes close to Earth X. The prose, the thorough examination of human nature, the Alex Ross of it all. Earth X was an ode to Marvel lore which read better than most of Marvel history. 'Nuff said.

#comics #autism #comic books #dc comics #marvel #image comics #dark horse comics #idw comics #scout comics #astro city #the avengers #teen titans #atomic robo #radiant black #alex ross #black hammer

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linabirb · 2 months

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96. desktop background? / 95. favorite app on your phone? / 86. cookies or cupcakes? / 55. favorite fairy tale? / 38. lemonade or tea?

hi hi mimi thank you sm for the questions <3

96. "desktop background?"

this hsr official art bc 1) i like it :) it makes a cool wallpaper and 2) i find both smart men and women attractive and i just have to hope they find a pink idiot creacher attractive too. herta is also there we love to see it!!!

95. "favorite app on your phone?"

finch (a cute self-care app with a birb <3), neko atsume and soupsoup (you have to like, find. things there. the illustrations are really cute). pocketlove is cute too!

86. "cookies or cupcakes?"

i almost never eat cupcakes so yeah cookies (and i do actually like them more)

55. "favorite fairytale?"

i remember being a huge hans christian andersen fairytales enjoyer.. it's like little me was like "wtf why is this so sad :(" with most of his works (the little match girl traumatized poor 9 y/o me) and still couldn't stop reading them. call me basic but i really liked the little mermaid and i also liked the nightingale and the wild swans

38. "lemonade or tea?"

again almost never drink lemonade so yeah i'm going with tea (and again i do like tea more. a proud leaf water enjoyer)

#[ 💓 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ]#[ 💕 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ]#[ 🌷 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: 𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 ]

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abookishdreamer · 6 months

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Character Intro: Anatole (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nickname- Tana by her sisters & the rest of The Horae

Age- 32 (immortal)

Location- New Olympus, Olympius (The Royal Palace)

Personality- Being a social butterfly goes well with her sunny disposition. She's also charming, outgoing, approachable, & talkative. She's casually dating.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of sunrise her other powers/abilities include limited photokinesis (not as strong as her eldest sister or other light deities, but a bit more stronger than her twin), being able to communicate with some diurnal animals, and limited circadian manipulation (as it relates to the sunrise). She's at her most strongest during the first hour of sunrise.

Tana & her fraternal twin Auge (goddess of first daylight) are members of The Horae.

She lives in an apartment suite at the royal palace, just a floor beneath her twin sister. The walls and ceiling are painted in hues of golden yellow, orange, red, light pink, & pale violet. The furniture style is the perfect mix of modern and coastal. The greatest housewarming gift from Theia (Titaness of sight & heavenly light) hang from her bedroom windows- yellow gold curtains made from the rarest most exquisite satin with added Imperial Gold accents.

Tana towers over Auge and her eldest sister Alectrona (goddess of the sun & morning) with an impressive height of 6''2!

A go-to drink for her are the homemade orange banana smoothies she makes. She also likes orange juice, sparkling grapefruit cocktails, pineapple juice, iced tea, coconut water, mango juice, lemonade soda, bellinis, shirley temples, and golden dream cocktails. Her usual from The Roasted Bean is a large hot decaf cappuccino.

Tana has an animal companion- a pegasus named Callista. She's also a licensed chariot mini-bus driver. One of Tana's main responsibilities is to drive a chariot mini-bus of tourists (pulled by Callista) to the palace when it doubles as a museum. She loves the new faces she meets every month & the new stories she hears when she eavesdrops on their conversations. Tana also makes it a point to socialize with the passengers. She almost always covers the early afternoon shifts at the palace's gift shop.

In the group Tana is closest to Gymnasia (Nasia) (goddess of excercise & gymnastics), Mesembria (Bria) (goddess of the afternoon), and Sponde (goddess of libations).

Daylilies are her favorite flowers!

Even though their sister relationship has had its fair share of ups and downs, there's still love between Tana & Auge. She's constantly trying to get Auge to come out of her shell more. They both respect and look up to elder sister.

She hates when Auge constantly reminds her of being the "older twin."

Her favorite frozen treat is the citrus sorbet (made with oranges, lemon, clementines, & white grapefruit), She always gets an olympian sized cup from The Frozen Spoon.

Tana is well known for her delicious and cheesy croque monsieur breakfast casserole. She even made one for Zeus when news of Hera filing for divorce became public.

She loves using the Glory's Crown citrus superfruit hair oil for her short sunkissed blonde hair.

In the pantheon Tana's also friends with Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness), Matikós (god of performance), Damia (goddess of naturalness), Elpis (goddess of hope), Pherusa (goddess of substance & farm estates), Apólafsi (god of enjoyment), Elais (goddess of oil), Aegle (goddess of good health), Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection), Sardo (one of The Nesoi), Thilasmós (goddess of nursing), and Hesychia (goddess of quiet, stillness, rest, & silence). She's also gotten friendly with the esteemed Titan family of Hyperion, Theia, Helios, Selene, & Eos- being introduced by her oldest sister. Tana's excited about the invitation she recieved to Hyperion's upcoming yacht party to celebrate the Summer Solstice.

For other work/means of income she models for/endorses Olmorfia, Heavenly Spark, Phaelam, and the newest deal being for the jewelry brand Euryphaessa. Tana also has her own stall at the Emberglow Farmer's Market (in the Hearthwood neighborhood) where she sells various sundried fruits & vegetables.

Her all time favorite dessert is the mango pie from Hollyhock's Bakery.

Her go-to thing to get from The Bread Box is the citrus arugula salad (drizzled in extra honey lemon dressing).

Tana's favorite make-up product to wear is the Olmorfia liquid matte lipstick in the shade "Heat Wave," a burnt orange color.

In her free time she enjoys sunbathing, tanning, sufing, gardening, bike riding, yoga, scrapbooking, jet skiing, shopping, cooking, tennis, and football (soccer).

Her all time favorite meal is fried rice (added with sundried tomatoes) alongside a sweet n' sour glazed grilled salmon.

"Every sunset is also a sunrise. It all depends on where you stand."

#my oc #my oc character #my character #oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek mythology #modern greek gods #greek myth retellings #greek goddess #greek goddesses #greek mythology #greek pantheon

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