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siren-serenity · 4 months

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you're so in love

characters: portgas d. ace, gn!reader, marco the phoenix (cameo??) warnings: fluff (takes place before SPOILER: teach's betrayal), reader is slightly drunk in the last prompt but there's no violence, ace calls reader "babe" but in a genderneutral way, slight swearing a/n: - these prompts were from @novelbear!! felt a bit of writer's block so i decided to do some :)) tysm bae! - PRETTY SURE I FAILED MY MATH EXAM BUT THATS OKAY - honorary tag for my wifey -> @officialdaydreamer00 - feedback is appreciated!

gently resting their head on their shoulder when peeking at something

scratch scratch ace woke up to the sound of a pen scratching onto paper. with a groan, he slowly sat up from the bed and rubbed at his eyes. his vision looked like a blur of colors but he only focused on you. the color of his "rare" shirts on your body made you seem like a blob of red because of how big it was and ace couldn't hold back the soft smile growing. he shuffled across the bed quietly but you whirled around, eyes widened. he froze like a deer in headlights, hands pressing onto the bed and his butt raised to scoot over. you chuckled. he flopped onto the bed and laughed aloud. "mornin' love," ace crawled towards you before resting his head on your lap. he burrowed himself in your scent and he felt the drowsiness come back again. he yawned. "welp- good night." you let out another small laugh before letting a small hand rest on his chest; a small finger traced the grooves of his abs and he jerked from the ticklish sensation. he quickly put your hand on his hair and moved it around to indicate that yes: portgas d ace, feared second division commander of the whitebeard pirates, wanted head pats and head rubs from his lover. he felt your fingers run through his messy hair and ace groaned from the soothing feeling. he pressed his head further into your lap, blinking slowly one last time before sighing in bliss. 'yes,' ace thought to himself before falling asleep with a drowsy smile. 'this is undoubtly heaven.' you continued to run a hand through his hair, using your other hand to finish ace's stack of paperworks.

always giving the other the first bite of their food

"say ahhh," ace playfully crooned, holding up a spoon with...something on it. you eyed him warily. both of you were wandering the streets of one of the islands under whitebeard's protection, having taken the opportunity for a long, overdue date. it was hard for ace to keep his hands off you (he loved PDA and loved seeing his brothers grimace at him) so the moment the moby dick docked, he threw some clothes at you and him before dragging you to the festival. and here you were, hand in hand and wandering the busy marketplace. although... you hummed, eyes trailing up and down ace's body. the clothes he threw were borrowed from marco, given that ace rarely had any shirts of his own (you appreciated the view of his glistening abs and his broad shoulders-) and the colors complimented him well. as if reading your thoughts, ace leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "you know, you can take this off me later," he murmured and you laughed at his thoughts. "how did you know i was thinking of that?" he raised an eyebrow before lifting up the bottom of his shirt to reveal his abs and his v-line. you spluttered, quickly snatching his hand and making him drop the shirt. that sight was for you, and you only. "seriously? tell me your eyes weren't trying to rip this shirt off." "pft-" you chuckled into a fist before finally taking a bite of his snack. it was a wafer ice cream sandwich and you smiled in delight. it was delicious! ace smiled before gesturing to the corner of his lips. when you failed to get the crumbs of wafer off you, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. the ice cream was quickly forgotten as you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing your bodies together.

absentmindedly playing with their hair at all times

"aceeeee," you whined, slurring your words slightly. you reached out for ace, who enveloped you in a one-armed hug and pressed a kiss to your forehead. you stared at him through your eyelashes for so long, ace looked at you with concern. "babe?" "ace," you stated, a serious look on your face. the other commanders stifled a laugh. "has anyone told you that you're hot?" "yes?" ace twirled a lock of your hair around his finger absentmindedly. he raised an eyebrow in confusion. "i ate the mera mera no mi, remember? " you shook your head, cheeks flushed with alcohol. "no, like really. you're really, really hot. smoking hot. burning hot. fiery hot. fried barbeque kinda hot-" marco swooped in, dragging you backward and a sharp hiss tore from your lips. ace's eyes widened as he quickly unwrapped your hair from his fingers. "shit- sorry love!" "charred black kinda hot, like super hot? marc, have you seen my boyfriend?" you gripped marco's shoulders with desperation, eyes wide. ace almost choked on his next gulp of rum; he's praying for you now. marco never lets anybody get away with that."he's totally beyond cute. he's super caring and nice and sweet and-" the first division commander rolled his eyes. "yes, yes, or so i've heard. [name], you're so drunk." "drunk and in love!" you singsonged before leaping into ace's embrace again. ace's fingers threaded through your hair as he adjusted his position so he was sitting comfortably and you were burrowed into his side. you popped a kiss onto his cheek before humming. "in love with portgas d ace!!" ace's cheeks were flushed red, but not because of the alcohol. his vision was definitely blurred though and a small tear welled up. "l-love you too," he choked out. if his grip around your waist was tighter after that statement, you didn't mention it.

#one piece #one piece x reader #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #ace x reader #ace one piece #ace #guys i love ace #i will never forgive oda for killing the love of my life #like holy shit he's hot #have i said that?#ill say it again and again #PORTGAS D ACE I WILL DIE FOR YOU #I LOVE YOU

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aiweirdness · 2 years

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AI-generated donuts

If you're going to open a late-night donut shop, you're going to need a unique set of over-the-top donuts to set the proper festive atmosphere. But how to keep the ideas coming?

I decided to see what donut ideas I could get using OpenAI's GPT-3 text-generating models. I collected seven of the weirdest donuts and descriptions I could find (such as a pizza donut, or a dirt-themed donut), and presented them as a list for the AI to complete. I've drawn a few of the best donuts it added to the list.

[human illustrations of some of the ai-generated donuts below]

When I say I used "GPT-3" for this project it's hard to be exact about it, because OpenAI often updates the models. The newest GPT-3 versions (as of May 2022) actually did the worst at this task - they kept presenting me with real donuts that they'd seen during their online training, and not even particularly weird donuts. They were trying to match what was most common online, not what I was asking for. But the original early-2020 GPT-3 models were more willing to deliver the weirdness. Here are some more of my favorite results from the various models!

The biggest model, DaVinci

Violet Beauregarde - A lemon glazed donut with blue raspberry eyes and a raspberry center The Candleberry Flu - A chocolate doughnut filled inside with ganache plus a dripping candle on top that's dripping liquid sediments Brick of Yum - A glazed doughnut sandwiching American cheese, with red pepper jelly inside The Confusatron - A doughnut sliced into three layers - vanilla, coconut, and chocolate, dipped in chocolate ganache and topped with sugar pearls that look like circuit boards The Purple Stuff - Chocolate, oreo, and purple stuff sprinkled with powdered sugar

Curie, the second-largest model

Heckleberry - A strawberry donut smothered with blueberry syrup and crushed vegan Crunchies Donut of Doom - Rainbow donut filled with Frosted Flakes, black sprinkles, and sour candy The Alligator Rising - A spiral donut, frosted with chocolate and filled with a filling of chocolate hard-boiled egg and green apple slices Hell Raisin - A jelly donut with a filling of peanut butter and hot dogs Dark Crystal - A donut filled with candy corn and white chocolate chips I ♥ My Gay Ex - A rainbow Jell-O donut with white frosting, red sugar sprinkles, and pink glitter Fish N' Chips – Topped with chocolate and tangy tempura-flavoured icing

Babbage, the second-smallest model

Mr Crepe - Topped with tapioca pudding, green sprinkles Little Red Apples - Topped with pumpkin bread crumbs and small red apples Chalkista - Stationary donut with chalk dusting Horns - Cupcake gripped in both of the animal’s horns Julius Rooms - A pair of bottomless donuts Doughnut Forest - A profusion of donuts spread throughout the French Quarter Flintlock fennec - bacon, fried okra, and burnt thermochromic alcohol Baffle - cocoa powder, giraffes, and vanilla wafers

Ada, the smallest and definitely weirdest model

Bath Roll - Three donuts melted hot on one side Friar Flats - Topped with tomatoes, honey, red paint and ceramic chili caps Ponder Owls - magical, yellow-feathered donuts covered in icing with puffiness and shine By Soul - filled with firecrackers, black bean dip, red pepper syrup, and watermelon Coconut Fun - Sulphure hasn’t been wiped off, a demon cake filled with coconut cream and pistachios Blood Donut - Creamy moist donut topped with spoonfuls of delicious blood Goofy Trick - the elephant, is a clown and it's all about tossing treats into his skull Spankin’ - Other-colored donut with a frying pan in the middle

Bonus content: More of Ada's weird donuts (plus some donuts made of antimatter??)

Also you can buy the donuts on a tea towel! Along with pies, cookies, and breakfast cereals.

#neural networks #food #donuts #gpt-3 #doughnuts #giraffes

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mychlapci · 20 days

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i've got a lot of ideas for cybertronian foods and where they came from so here's some! (just gonna call them their earth equivalent for ease of naming stuff)

pancakes - a dish created in tarn as a result of miners needing to stretch out their rations. it's typically made by grinding some sort of metal (typically iron or copper since it was what was most available) into a powder and then mixing it together with liquid energon. the resulting batter is then fried within a shallow pan (hence pancakes) and can be served plain or in most expensive cases, topped with mercury, gold flakes, and syrupy energon

pizza - created in kaon when the gladiator arenas needed a quick easy snack to feed their spectators. typically made by creating a type of flatbread out of copper or steel powder mixed with energon and sodium flakes. it is then traditionally baked on the edge of one of the smelting pits until firm and then topped with an energon sauce and chunks of cheap slag. once the dish spread outside the arenas it was then adapted to be cooked on hot stones instead of near the smelting pits

of course we gotta do a burger - created in helex as a quick snack for workers on break this dish is typically made in a similar manner as pizza, with a dough made from energon, crushed sodium, and some kind of cheap metal ground into a fine dust. the resulting dough is then cooked in an oven and then cut into two pieces. sandwiched between them is a patty typically made from cheaper slag metals leftover from production and some kind of savoury energon sauce. it's a filling dish meant to keep workers going on a low budget and once it left helex it got upgraded to bar and cafe food with all sorts of fillings and toppings! the most common kinds are some type of pressed metal (lettuce), hunks of cut metal that's been submerged in some kind of pickling agent (pickles), and a type of native cybertronian plant sliced thin (tomato).

ice cream - a vosian dessert this dish is made by storing energon at low temperatures and then scooping the resulting sludge (since energon doesn't really freeze fully) into a cup or wafer cone made from pressed aluminium. it is then topped with gold shavings and hunks of gemstones for an added crunch. each city in vos tends to have their own special flavours and extra toppings

popcorn - made by fully dehydrating energon and then tossing the resulting chips into some kind of heating device. the energon puffs up and the chunks are then tossed in some kind of flavouring agent like sodium (for savoury) or gold (for sweet). this dish doesn't have a city of origin, though historians speculate that it first appeared in iacon due to the prevalence of these snacks among the working class.

tears off my shirt AAAAAH I LOVE CYBERTRONIAN FOOD.

as much as i enjoy the alien aspect of them simply consuming fuel, i think i can indulge in some cybertronian cooking… I feel like they can have a little treat. Give those robots a burger.

i’ve thought a lot about cybetronians cooking before, i am so charmed by it. would have loved to see cybertronian street food. i just know it's some crazy shit.

#tf hc's #transformers

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invinciblelikeu · 21 days

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pov: you own a cafe and the dream team walk into your shop. what pastry and drink would you serve them?

for dream: iced pure matcha latte with oat milk, no foam, no syrups, no sweetener + toasted butter croissant sandwich stuffed with avocado, tomato slices, cheese and prosciutto

for george: strawberry lemonade with extra ice so he can give them to dream + apple crumble with vanilla ice cream on top

for sapnap: white hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and cocoa powder, with a chocolate wafer stick, one large marshmallow that's been blowtorched + everything bagel with scallion cream cheese, jalapenos and bacon

#ask #i had to think this through

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lizzybeth1986 · 8 months

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Saffron Sugar, Turmeric Spice

Book: Perfect Match

Pairings: f!Hayden x poly m!MC (Basil Park), f!Hayden x f!OC (Nilukshi Sigera). Implied Sloane x MC.

Summary: Sage and Basil have been in an open relationship since that moonlit chat in Berlin. He's a free agent - so is she. It's an arrangement she's grown to love...but is Sage ready to to fall in love with more than one person?

Word Count: 3,720 words

Note: I mention a comet named "Comet Hasegawa" in the second part of the fic. This is a fictional comet modelled on Comet Nishimura (C/2023 P1) which was spotted this month and won't be seen for another 400+ years.

Old Fashioned Ice Cream, the sign reads, a fairly-large four leaf clover gracing the right corner. Mashti Malone's is practically an institution here in LA - with its pastel interiors and its quaint, old-world charm and the heady, rich, floral scents of Persian bastani. Sage can't resist taking in a deep breath everytime she enters this place. Although today...today she does it less for the pleasure of all these sweet scents, and more about keeping herself calm.

It feels like only yesterday that Basil brought her here for the first time, two years ago. To will away a bit of their nervousness about catching hold of Winona Johnson, he'd said.

And it did help. Every fear they'd had that she would laugh in their face, would throw them out, would never even listen...all of it melted away when the delightful coldness of French Lavender ice cream hit her tongue. Basil had playfully swiped a tiny spoonful of his orange blossom scoop on her nose. You could almost taste the promise of so, so many honeyed nighttime kisses in their laughter that day.

Mashti Malone has been their most-visited place in LA, ever since. Sometimes with the Candy Bombs (Damien, Alana and Khaan still grimace collectively at the name), sometimes with Sloane and Kim. But more often than not, it's just the two of them. Her spending an extra three minutes at the counter, taking in the rainbow-range of colours and gleefully tasting samples; him sitting back on his chair to watch her, ice cream sandwich in hand and a twinkle in his eye.

This is a place Sage never tires of exploring, and she always leaves it with a different flavour. It was Persian cucumber the last time, a burst of freshness that soothed and invigorated her sense all at once. And before that, the crystal glow of rice noodles against creamy, rose-scented vanilla, their signature faludeh. And way before that, the treacly unctuousness of date ice cream, so rich she had to take a full pint home.

Basil's order has always remained the same. Bastani Sonnati, offered to him the minute he shows his face at the door. From time to time they take bites of each other's ice creams; the smell of saffron and rosewater is familiar, and divine. This man sticks to his favourites - a principle he applies only to food, Sage thinks to herself, giggling quietly.

Today she finds herself in need, desperately, of the sunny-hued comfort of Basil's bastani. She wants to crack the wafers of the sandwich open, watching as the ice cream stretches and pulls apart. She wants to breathe in the floral scents of rose and saffron, feel the pistachios break in a satisfying crunch between her teeth. At this point when she wants to tell Basil her wish to explore the unknown, she finds herself seeking the comfort of the familiar. So she orders her own Bastani Sonnati.

"Baby," There's a teasing fondness in Basil's tone, as if he knows she has something in her mind that she's struggling to tell. "Something's up. You haven't said a word since we've got here."

Warmth creeps up her neck. Basil knows her too well for a man she's been dating for just two years.

"Um." Sage begins, fake-clearing her throat, " remember that time you and Sloane went to DC to visit Kim, and I took up that rock climbing tour at The Gunks?"

Basil grins. "Yeah...six months ago, right?" She nods as he continues to speak, finishing off the last of his wafers. "That may have been the first time I heard you gushing about Dr Madison Eckhart, but it sure as hell wasn't the last."

She smiles and mock-punches him on the arm, shaking her head as he steals a bite of her bastani sandwich. "You would, too, if you'd seen her normally sweet mouth come up with the most creative ways to shade a cocky guy," Sage tells him, giggling at the memory before she mimics Dr Eckhart's lilting but remarkably steely voice, "Get your head out of your armpits and listen to what I'm saying for once, Greg you asshole!"

For a minute, she almost forgets what she was intending to say, simply basking in their shared laughter. But then the strongest memory she has of that excursion resurfaces - silken brown hair whipping around a weatherbeaten face...almost like a reel in her head that she has watched too long on loop - and the warmth climbs up her neck again.

"So...uh. I met someone there."

"Oh?"

Basil tilts his head slightly, his eyebrows raised in an expression of mild interest. She searches his face for any traces of doubt, or judgement, or jealousy, and finds nothing but curiosity and...a brief flash of excitement? Either he's a very good actor or what she's clearly about to say doesn't sound as transgressive to him as it has to her.

She's been worried that he'd ask her - like he did two years before when she'd moved to her own flat - if her feelings for him have changed. Whether she's lost interest. Basil has identified himself as polyamorous for years, and she and Sloane have had his version of "The Talk" more times than they could collectively count. Don't be ashamed of wanting to be with other people. Openness is key. Honesty is key.

Back then they'd listened carefully, sincerely, but neither understood why any of that needed to apply to them. Sage and Sloane will always love Basil - for all he is and for all they've learned from him - but personally, they could never envision any sort of future with anyone else. And that was fine.

But now Sloane has started to show a sliver of interest in Alana, and as for herself...well.

"Earth to Sage." Sage can barely hear Basil's soft, laughing voice over the clamor of her own thoughts. It sounds like heaven, now more than ever.

All through this little trip, Sage had taken care. Touches. Kisses. The nicknames they use only on each other. An admission like the one she's making today could be taken the wrong way...and never, never, not even in a million years - not even after they are dust particles and rusted metal beneath six feet of earth - would she want Basil to ever believe the impossible. That her love for him would stop.

She puts what remains of her ice cream sandwich down, and steals a glance at him. Crinkles of laughter around his eyes, a corner of his mouth tugged upwards. A corner she will always want to kiss.

So he does know. He does trust her.

"There's a picture of her from that trip," Sage says, biting back her own smile, "You wanna see?"

"Mmm," he puts a hand over hers. "but let's get home first."

The trip back to Nadia's friend's place takes fifteen minutes but feels like hours, and they both drop with a thud on the couch rather than actually sit.

Sage has to slide the lockscreen upwards to unlock her phone. They both share a secret smile: the picture on the lockscreen is a silhouette of two people kissing, against the backdrop of a moon so abnormally large and golden that you would assume it was photoshopped in, if you didn't know what supermoons were. Only they (and Sloane, who gleefully clicked this picture just minutes before Sage took a similar one of her and Basil) know that it was real, that it was taken last year, that it's them. In this cozy, slightly messy sitting room - much like the one they own at home - Basil's hand moves from the small of Sage's back to cup her shoulders, and his head leans against hers.

The picture she shows him doesn't seem like much: a young woman, long brown hair loosely tied back, her dusky skin taking on a golden glow from the light of the afternoon sun. She's still wearing her climbing gear, her helmet on the rock beside her, her smile both tired and full of mischief. It reminds Sage of the very first time she looked at the woman - windswept hair whipping around her face before she tied it up and put on her helmet - and fell head over heels in love.

Sage had felt the gut punch of that realization the minute their eyes met - knew it was love with a terrifying certainty that was at once not at all like the way she fell for Basil, but also exactly like that.

Basil studies Sage's face for longer than he looks at the picture, his smile soft and knowing. "What's her name?" he asks as she flips through her gallery in search of other pictures, lacing the fingers of her other hand with his own.

"Nilukshi," She finds what she's looking for - a picture of the both of them against the backdrop of a stage. Sage sitting over a crate strumming guitar, Nilukshi singing, her hands spread out and her feet apart, her face a portrait of pure joy. Even here, in this quiet, cozy living-room sofa, far from the chaos of that stage, Sage relives the moment she realized they were both auditioning for the same play, just two weeks after that excursion. How their eyes locked for several skips of a heartbeat once they were done. "Small scale production for Rent. We were jamming on Seasons of Love backstage."

He chuckles. "Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes...how do you measure, measure a year." His voice is pitch perfect, as usual, and Sage has to bite back the urge to finish the verse with "Measure in love, sweet love". This is not the right time for an impromptu acapella.

But he turns serious a minute later, adjusts himself slightly to face Sage. His brows furrow in that way they do when he asks a question they both know will have answers that scare the shit out of you. "Does she know you're..."

"Yeah. I told her about Eros. It...didn't go as badly as I thought."

He sighs in relief. "Does she know about us?"

"Yep." It was funny how that was the harder conversation to have. Nilukshi's face had been studiously blank when Sage told her about her boyfriend, her hands shoved deep into her pockets. At least for the first five minutes. But the words "open relationship" loosened her up for some reason, and suddenly her gorgeous, long, artist's fingers were stretched out in front of her, eyes laser-focusing on them as if checking out her brand new manicure was the most important task in the world. Cool, she'd said, her voice almost squeaky, cool.

Basil's other hand lightly rubs her arm, encouraging Sage to sink into his embrace. "Did you only realise you wanted to date her now?"

She shakes her head, flushing. "I wanted to believe it was just a crush, not gonna lie. I just didn't think having my feelings returned was possible till now."

He frowns, almost like he's going to say it isn't like you to lack confidence in your charms, Sage. "Why not?"

Sage sighs, slowly inching forward and kissing a corner of his mouth. She looks down, training her gaze over their fingers tangled together.

It hasn't been easy, reliving the last five months of pining and awkwardness and just...the tendency to get ten times clumsier in Nilukshi's presence. Or reliving the last five months of tension and worry and (maybe misplaced) guilt, hoping against hope that she wasn't doing her relationship with Basil an injustice by getting even one step of this revelation wrong. But she'd still do it all over again - for him and for Nilu. For the two people who own her whole heart, the one that doesn't even physically exist in her body.

"Didn't think she'd be interested. Thought it would be a thing I'd tell myself to get over at some point. I'd have told you straightaway the moment I thought I stood a chance." Her eyes are darker and more shadowed as she raises them to meet his. "I did okay...didn't I?"

She feels the rumble of soft laughter from against her as he pulls her closer. "Oh honey. You did better than just okay." Sage sighs softly against his mouth as he draws her closer. "You were perfect."

His hands cup her face, his nose nudges softly against her own, making her giggle. The flavour of the ice cream they'd just shared half an hour ago lingers on his tongue. A bouquet of saffron and rose and clotted cream, coating her palate and making her feel like she is lying on a bed of flowers, sunlight streaming in rays of butter-yellow down her hair.

Two weeks later

Nilukshi is here before time at Brooklyn Bridge Park: binoculars, mat, amateur astronomy 101 booklet, backup garbage bags and snacks at hand. Chose tonight because of the new moon, she whispers excitedly. Even in the pitch dark, Sage can see her eyes light up as she approaches.

Comet Hasegawa is best seen in the early hours before dawn, where the sky is dark and unfettered by the thick veil of New York smog, preferably with no moonlight to obscure the intense glow of the stars. It was discovered only last month, by the Japanese scientist it was named after, and they have just this month to capture it in its full, emerald-green glory. This Saturday is the last time it will appear in the night sky. It'll take another 500 years for anyone on Earth to ever catch sight of it again.

Sage knows this because Sloane told her. Because Sage and Basil may have joined her in her backyard stargazing sessions, her trips to the planetarium, taken turns gazing into her humble home telescope just for the smile that lights up her face afterwards...but somewhere along the line they started to look forward to stargazing. Cherish it. Treasure it. It had become their thing.

Nilukshi had stared blankly at Sage the first time she'd yapped on and on about space - something stupidly jargon-y bullshit about Mercury's greatest elongation and seeing Jupiter at opposition. It got so embarrassingly obvious that she was confusing her crush that she'd apologized and backed away, whispering to herself since when did you become such a fucking nerd, Sage!

Nilukshi knows the basics. Orion. Meteor Showers. Total solar eclipses that make the sun look like an enlarged diamond ring; a nighttime sky at noon. She's the kind that would sit out even the major astronomical events because she's so used to city skylines veiled in smog. She, of all people, wouldn't have the time to squint at the night sky searching for constellations and planets.

And...and she set this up. Probably looked up this month's (maybe even this year's) calendar of astronomical events on Google, checked out amateur stargazing clubs, did her research, figured out the perfect timings, the perfect place, even the perfect gear. Chose a suitably dark night where they would need only binoculars. Sage has been through enough of these kinds of trips to know how much work goes into one like this.

And the way she sneaks glances at Sage, from underneath those impossibly long eyelashes of hers, you could tell that the success of every minute of this picnic will hinge on what Sage's own face gives away.

Nilukshi did this. For her. Dove headlong into this...this thing that she barely knew much about before they met, for her.

Goddamit. It should be criminal for that hum beneath her skin - the one that usually tells her that everything in her body is in tip-top shape - to keep running this...this normally. Not when her brain and her soul and her (mechanical) heart feel so out of whack.

Ignorant of the way Sage's thoughts are running riot, Nilukshi rummages through her backpack, not stopping until she takes out a ziplock bag filled with crispy, yellow, star-shaped snacks.

"Koki," her teeth gleam in the darkness. "Amma made these for me when she came over to visit last week."

Sage nods. She remembers Mrs Sigera from the first time she'd come with Nilukshi to the backstage area of the theatre, meeting the cast, clicking poloroids of them all on her cute pink FujiFilm. Sage can almost imagine Nilukshi's features maturing out to look exactly like her mother's when she reaches that age - warm brown skin with faint lines showing, fine crinkles around those wonderful brown eyes, streaks of grey peppering her dark wild hair. She shouldn't hunger for that sight the way she does now - the way she did when she first imagined Basil and Sloane and herself, rocking gently on armchairs, their wizened gnarled hands on her still-youthful ones, watching sunsets - but she does. She does. She wants all of those images to combine and become the truth of her future.

The rice cookies break apart in a satisfying crunch against her teeth, before dissolving into a sweet-savoury blend of coconut milk, and turmeric, with the slightest hint of red chili. The turmeric is perhaps the most prominent flavour - peppery and bright, slightly bitter and earthy and balanced out perfectly with a bit of sugar. If she were to guess, it's the turmeric that gives the koki its distinctive yellow glow, pretty much the way saffron stains Basil's favourite bastani this exact golden hue.

They sit together in a silence that feels both comforting and way too heavy, pretending to focus instead on the emerald glow of Comet Hasegawa, Earth's guest for only a few days before it disappears for another half-millennium. Sage points to the constellation of Leo it passes across; they both smile, recalling the surprise birthday party Dr Eckhart and her team threw, mid-August, for Nilukshi at their rock climbing gym. The comet looks like a streak of glow-in-the-dark phosphorus paint, brushed against the canvas of the sky.

Nilukshi has packed more food than that - maybe too much for this trip - but it's the kokis Sage keeps coming back to, their sweet-saltiness and that mild nuttiness that likely comes from the sesame seeds hidden beneath the surface. She eats slowly, conscious of Nilukshi's expectant gaze.

"Man," Sage whispers, "I could eat my body weight in these, they're so good. Don't tell your mom."

Nilukshi tears her gaze away from her, swallowing as she gazes again at the comet. "Amma only makes them for special people in our lives...and we don't have that many. She'd be pissed if I gave those kokis to anyone else..."

If Sage had any ability to think before she said that, it disappears completely when she hears what Nilukshi says next. "...if I didn't give them to the girl I've fallen so hard for." Fuck. Fuck. Holy shit. She'd been hoping and wishing and terrified of this moment and now it's... "The girl I want to spend the rest of my life with."

Nilukshi says the last one in a terrified whisper. She looks down now, at the grass. Her fingers tremble as they fiddle with a loose thread on the mat.

"Since when?" Sage can barely breathe.

"Since the minute Dr Eckhart dragged Greg Jones' arrogant, trip-sabotaging ass, and then someone let out a belly-laugh that made me think it was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard."

Slowly, swayingly, as if they're both in a dream, Sage inches herself towards her, whispering her name like it's a prayer. Balances herself on her knees, cupping her left cheek, making her look up so Sage can bask in the mixture of desire and fear in her eyes. Her fingers have combed through Nilukshi's hair often enough in her dreams that their softness against her fingertips feels like coming home. Sage feels Nilu's breaths turn shallow as she traces a line of kisses, from temple to jawline to corner of mouth, before covering lips thinner than her own. But the moment Sage's tongue brushes hers, Nilu sighs and almost sinks into her. As she is ready to be absorbed into the pores of Sage's skin, if that's what it takes to get closer.

On Nilukshi's tongue she tastes the creaminess of coconut milk and the slightest dusting of sugar, the light heat of the chili powder and the welcome, golden bitterness of turmeric. She tastes like heaven.

Sage can't bear to move away - even as their lips part - so she keeps her forehead against Nilukshi's and her hands buried in her hair.

"You too?" Nilukshi breathes.

"Goddamit, Nilu. Since the minute we met."

"What about..." Nilukshi flushes and looks away.

Sage understands perfectly, smiles softly at her. "Basil knows. He'd probably cuss me out if I didn't stop moping over you and actually do something about it. I bet he'll get along with your mom like a house on fire."

Nilukshi lets out a watery giggle, then gasps as they stop talking altogether. They kiss again, and again, and again, moaning as Nilukshi catches Sage's lower lip with her teeth, as Sage grabs fistfuls of her dress so she won't fall over.

In the sky above them, Comet Hasegawa is close to completing its journey across the constellation of Leo, ready to continue its path across the universe and out of the solar system. Neither Sage, nor Nilukshi, nor any of the people Sage has loved or will ever love in the future, will see such a sight again in their lifetime.

In their minds, that comet has already passed, already streaked its way through their orbit and faded in relevance. All that remains is starlight and quick gasps and hushed kisses and the taste of spicy-sweet kokis.

Tomorrow, Sage promises herself. She and Nilukshi will need to talk, once this afterglow has faded and they have to think about the reality of their situation.

This is a first for Nilukshi, just as the relationship with Basil had been a first for her. Like Sage, there are going to be things that will scare Nilu. And like Basil, Sage will need to take on the lead a bit. Will need to ask the right questions, say the right words to reassure her, read her body language and listen to her voice and understand at least a little of what Nilukshi's boundaries are. Will need to ease her into the realization that as long as they're honest, as long as they trust each other...this will be okay. They will be okay.

Sage breathes in the smell of fresh grass and rice-coconut cookies, smiles at the stray thought of Basil looking at her, with that proud grin, raising his mug of coffee to her like he's making a toast. Baby, you did perfect.

Tomorrow, Sage promises herself, as the comet they came to watch slowly inches its way, half-seen, out of their orbit. There will be other starlit nights, other fantastic things to see and experience together. They will have so much of tomorrow left to savour.

For tonight, the kisses they share will be magic enough.

References:

Basil is my polyam MC, and he dates everyone in the group. Sloane and Sage, too, wind up having other relationships and the three of them live together in the current timeline of this fic. Sage is the Adventurer Hayden (Mysterious, Rebellious, Humourous and Impulsive) but she sometimes showcases opposing traits due to the Double Ripple Effect.

Mashti Malone - A Persian ice cream shop, v popular in LA. I used this video about them as a reference

Bastani - Iranian ice cream which is golden and made with saffron, rosewater and pistachios. Bastani Sonnati is the same, sandwiched between wafers.

Faludeh - A traditional Iranian cold dessert similar to a sorbet. It consists of thin vermicelli-sized noodles made from starch in a semi-frozen syrup containing sugar and rose water.

Koki - An all-time favorite Sri Lankan deep-fried snack made specially during festivals such as Sinhalese and Tamil new year, weddings, and ceremonies. The basic Kokis batter is made of rice flour, salt, turmeric powder, and coconut milk.

Sage's lockscreen in this fic (of Basil and Sage's silhouettes against a supermoon), is a reference to the next fic I'm writing, Harvest Moon

Yes the Dr Eckhart I mention here as the rock climbing professional trainer is Madison from The Freshman. I HC that she went on to do her PhD in Volcanology and runs adventurer courses. 😄

Tagging @choicesficwriterscreations for FoTW, and @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 for Day 14: Poloroid Picture/Clicking special photos of S/O(s) and @choicespride for Bisexual Awareness Week

Tagging @haydenyoungappreciationweek and @sazanes for HYAW 2023 for Day 2: Relationships

#hayden young #perfect match #haydenyoungappreciationweek #HYAW #hyaw 2023 #HYAW Day 2 #HYAW Day 2: Relationships #lizzybeth1986 #content: fanfic

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bumblechub · 2 years

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one of the best summer treats you can get at korean groceries are Samanco's fish-shaped wafer ice cream sandwiches...the classic is filled with vanilla ice cream and sweet red beans, but they also come in matcha, strawberry, and chocolate. fish seems a silly shape for ice cream, so why not bugs? here's my design pitch for a beetle and cricket shaped sandwich. if you saw these in a store, would you buy them?

#bug #bug art #bugs #bugblr #insect art #entomology #insect #insects #cricket #beetle #ice cream #ice cream sandwich #samanco #korean food

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rabiesram · 2 years

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Here Ratau, it seems you need more cheese. I'm not sure if it's up to your taste, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

*Hands over a vanilla ice cream sandwich except the wafers are two giant blocks of smoked gouda cheese* ohh... the ice cream is oozing everywhere...

lamb doesnt want ratau going absolutely batshit crazy they cant handle it /lh

#asks

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noscomnias · 9 months

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assigning enstars characters some of my arfid/autism safe foods/drinks :3

tsukasa: chocolate milkshake with peanut butter blended in

eichi: vanilla wafers

nazuna: peanut butter & nutella sandwich

yuta: mcdonalds apple pie & iced tea (canned specifically)

midori: banana chocolate chip muffin

kanata: shark gummies

aira: honey nut cheerios

mika: funnel cake with vanilla ice cream, powdered sugar and reese pieces

arashi: kitkat chunky

mao: chicken ramen

niki: mustard glazed ham with scalloped potatoes and cheese perogies

natsume: cinnamon rolls

leo: mcdonalds fries and plain cheeseburger with nuggets

kaoru: penne chicken alfredo pasta

madara: bacon and eggs

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juliettana · 2 months

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Day 29 ABC diet

Weight: 92.4kg

I almost binged today. I started picking things to order, things I definitely can’t afford, but I managed to stop myself and rationalise. Instead, I went to sleep.

I had another job interview today, it’s not really a job I want to do, but in the end it’s better than where I am now. At the end the manager told me I’m one of the top candidates for the position, but I’ll know by the end of the week.

I also went on a walk and to the gym today. According to my watch, I burned over a 1000 calories today, whoop whoop!

Meal 1:

- 2 small bites of my friend’s ice cream sandwich - 50 kcal (the whole thing is like 240 and they were really small bites but I’d rather overestimate a bit to be on the safe side)

Meal 2:

- miso soup - 32 kcal

Meal 3:

- blueberries - 37 kcal

- 1 small wafer - 33 kcal

Total: 152 / 200 kcal

#pro miiia #3d thoughts #@na trigger #ana bllog #ed not ed sheeran #i need to ⭐️ve #tw ana diary #⭐️rve #4n0r3xia #pro for me not for thee

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rithmeres · 11 months

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Hello Bryn so I started following you for your Trigun art (love love love ‘em) but your spring rolls pic just gave me so much personal and Trigun feels… sorry I’m about to ramble.

So my good friend is Viet and we lived together during Covid lockdown. We made and ate SO MUCH Viet food. It really is a whole event. A participatory art. I live alone now and I miss eating as a communal ritual.

Which reminds me of that Stampede scene where Vash finally started eating again “I deserve to eat, right?” They were eating together too—all of them, including the three random dudes that were on the sideline. There’s just something so natural and comforting about sharing meals; it’s making me kind of sad because Vash often had to eat alone (ex. when he first came to ship 3 and when he roamed around the desert). Vash was hungry for a family/community and now I can see that being one of the points of episode 4.

Happy eating together!!!

i feel the same way 😭😭 sharing food isn’t just about food, it’s healing. to be welcomed in, to be looked after, to participate together in the creation and consumption of what makes us so human

my roommate of four years was viet (i can’t even call her a roommate, we were so much more than that, she’s family) and she helped teach me how to cook and for us food wasn’t just what we ate, it was what we did. it was how we loved.

i’ve never seen someone eat so much in my life, countless shared meals, whether it was just the two of us or we were cooking for thirty other people, howl’s-moving-castle-breakfasts on weekends, hurried dinner leftovers scarfed down in the car while i drove the 55, hours-long hot pot feasts until we’re sweating and stuffed, wicked cold ice cream eaten on the curb downtown as midnight approaches, entire rainy mondays spent making phở, sandwiches with too much maggi seasoning packed in paper bags for hikes, inviting the boys over to gorge on wafer-thin bánh xèo, she’d chop tomatoes for my bruschetta because the smell of them made me sick and i would juice lemons for her when her hands were chapped and bleeding. and i’ve never had an easy relationship with food but something about lyss made eating feel so simple and right.

since she moved away and i eventually moved too i don’t have that same community anymore and i’ve struggled to eat well since losing it. i didn’t know what i had until it was gone. she never forced me to eat or chided me for not eating, she would just make really good food and share it with me. and i would eat it. i could eat it. eating was easier when she was around. so making dinner tonight was like a ritual, putting on the apron she gave me and making spring rolls for the first time in months and accidentally pouring out too much fish sauce just like she would do; and even though i don’t get to share spring rolls with her anymore, the time and the food that we shared together has changed me. and it’s okay. it’s easier to let myself eat and laugh when i can be the one to provide a meal for the people that i am with now, even if they’re not the people who make it easy, so for now i will do just that and maybe someday again i will be able to cook and eat with someone who makes it unburdensome.

#the tristamp food conversation dealt me 1 d20 damage it really could not have come at a worse (or better) time #local tumblr user repeatedly knocked flat by carefully handled themes of shared meals and disordered eating in anime #i have. an entire video about this thing exactly #personal #lyss tag

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skyler10fic · 1 year

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We don't talk enough about food as a sensory delight

We talk a lot about food sensory aversions, but tonight I want to give it up for food that makes us happy stim.

For me, so much happiness in life can come from a carb, a dairy/dairy substitute product, and fruit.

Crackers, cheese, and grapes? Cake with raspberries and whipped cream? Peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream! Strawberries, yogurt, and granola. Dole whip with a wafer cookie. Watermelon, feta, and potato chips! Blueberries, bananas, and (plant) milk smoothie with a breakfast bar. Apples, popcorn, and a mozzarella cheese stick. Key lime pie! Lemon cookies! Mandarin oranges and a grilled cheese sandwich. There's so many options.

If you're ever stuck on what to eat, try a fruit you love (frozen, fresh, whatever), a dairy(-like) product you can digest well, and a type of carb that pairs well with them.

#food #fruit #cooking for one #neurodivergent tips

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prismaticpichu · 2 years

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Fluffy Zack & Seph nonsense because I like going to bed feeling good!!!!

- Zack introduces his buddy to all kinds of food. Sephiroth’s not a (complete) idiot: he knows what ice cream is, but he didn’t know that people put them in between wafers and mimic sandwiches. What is this delicious sorcery??? (Everything in moderation ofc. Zack frequents the vending machines… frequently.)

- Having left for Shinra at age 13, Zack really only has a seventh-grade education. Never to fear! Sephiroth tutors him whenever he can, sitting at either his or Zack’s kitchen with an open textbook and one of those frilly pens. Sephiroth’s never been to school so he just teaches everything he knows, whiiiich includes the phases of mitosis, cellular respiration, and the quadratic formula (while also learning that Zack learns best when things are presented in a rhyming song). He tests him every Friday and if passed, they’ll watch any movie of Zack’s choosing.

- Zack falls asleep a lot on Sephiroth’s couch. Oopsie. He’ll usually fall asleep to the sound of Seph typing away at a report and awake the next morning draped in a blankie.

- Zack often steals the keys to the office so that Seph can’t go in past 10:30pm. It’s time to sleep! (He does this when Seph gets up for one reason or another- accidentally locking him in the office once was enough.) Sephiroth obviously catches on, but gradually adapts to the routine and finds himself wanting to relax when he’s finished all the paperwork. Sure, he can bite into tomorrow’s work…. but he’d rather bite into dinner.

- Sephiroth spends 25 minutes brushing his hair.

- Zack spends 30 minutes picking what cereal to eat in the morning.

- During troop training, Sephiroth spars with the SOLDIERs while Zack’s always ready with a first-aid kit.

- Whenever a bird flies by, black or white, they both make a promise that they’ll never leave the other’s side <3

#zack fair #sephiroth #ff7 #random headcanon #I’ma walking zombieeee #best buddies

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icestarphoenix · 2 years

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As an Iowan, I'm curious what Iowa's spirit would be. What do you see the great Cyclone (I know it's Hawkeye but it's almost college football season) State's Team Spirit?

Iowa Headcanons

Iowa’s State Spirit is golden corn stalks at his feet. The corn is at about V10 stage in growth as the Spirit’s default form. The stalks sway slightly in a circle around Iowa as if wind is blowing around him.

When he becomes more emotionally intense, the corn will grow higher into the R1 growth stage and the wind will blow harder.

Iowa has been consistently ranked first in corn production since 1994.

Iowa is a very well read person, and he enjoys reading in his free time. He’s currently trying to write a book with a Midwest gothic aesthetic that is heavy in themes of isolation and emptiness.

UNESCO designated Iowa City as a City of Literature in 2008.

If California paid any attention to Iowa as a potential friend, they could spend hours discussing books together.

He’s gotten used to being self-sufficient since he’s often forgotten by the others. Iowa isn’t used to asking people for help and he really only does so when he knows he can’t fix the problem himself.

He loves ice cream and eats a lot of Blue Bunny’s products. Iowa prefers eating ice cream in handheld forms, like sandwiches, cones, or bars.

Le Mars, Iowa is considered the ice cream capital of the world as Blue Bunny makes more ice cream in one location than anywhere else in the world.

Iowa’s absolute favorite, however, is Lotte sweet corn ice cream sandwiches that he found in an Asian supermarket. It’s enclosed in a wafer shaped like a corn cob.

Washington and New York often laugh at and lord their superiority over Iowa for his apples, seeing as the infamous Red Delicious apple variant was first grown in the state. Iowa doesn’t like the modern Red Delicious either and prefers the original Hawkeye strain.

When Iowa tries to defend himself saying that they also grow Red Delicious apples in their states, they respond that they only grow them for profit seeing as they’ll never eat or use Red Delicious apples ever.

Surprisingly, even though western-mood Washington gives off more of an elitist vibe, eastern-mood Washington is way more snobbish about it as they’re in more of a critical farmer’s mindset when they feel eastern that day. It’s also for a bit of petty and pretty unwarranted revenge as the overreliance of and the decreasing demand for Red Delicious apples nearly collapsed Washington’s apple industry in the 1990’s, but of course that’s not Iowa’s fault.

Iowa snorts when he laughs hard. The state has the most pigs of any state and is a top pork producer, so I figured it’d be cute.

#replies!#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt iowa #headcanons

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early20sfailingplenty · 2 years

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Yo, I woke up after one in the afternoon and had a glass of milk with a Nutty Buddy of all things for breakfast, accidentally giving myself a stomachache because I drank the milk too fast. Then I immediately started on doing the dishes as soon as I was done eating (which took about three hours) before I finally sat down in front of my computer only to discover that today was not -in fact- a writing day.

I can just picture Bo watching me go about my morning in utter amusement as I stuff my face with a sad excuse for breakfast before proceeding to complain about my stomachache while doing dishes. Then listening to me bitch with half and ear when I finally sit down to do my favorite activity only to discover that I have no motivation for it.

He would definitely think I'm a bit of a fruit loop. Lol.

(Why are you and me giving off the same vibes? I too drink milk too fast and end up giving myself a stomachache😂😂😂 I had to Google what a Nutty Buddy was because we don't have them here in the UK and I got two results – a wafer bar with peanut butter between each layer and covered in chocolate and an ice cream cone with peanut butter pieces on it, but whatever you ate, it sounds super goooood ~ and a good breakfast to have (any breakfast is a good breakfast)! Delicious!💖

You forever whip up super cute blurbs for me unprompted so here I am with one for you; personalised and a bit late, but for you! Don't ever hesitate if you want one! I have more free time atm so I can do them same day in most cases!)

You had woken up in the early afternoon; later in the day, in fact, than even Vincent, who usually woke up around eleven if he had gone to bed at three in the morning, or noon if he had gone to bed just as the birds woke up at four.

Bo was often up early, as early as Lester (you had asked once if the two brothers sent each other good morning texts because they woke up at the same time, but they had denied it vehemently. Vincent, however, had nodded his head twice; answering once each for his brothers. You trusted him – he wasn't afraid to speak the truth, no matter the consequences, and he was the Sinclair most aware of their reality). As such, he liked to sit down at the kitchen table in the late morning, watching his twin come downstairs seeking coffee. Bo always had it made ready for Vincent, simply holding out an old cracked mug full of the steamy goodness, and accepting a good morning grunt from Vincent. A thumbs up or down from Vincent would tell Bo if he had slept well or not, and then the longer haired twin would be on his way back down to the basement to get ready for a day's hard work.

The eldest Sinclair was still at the table when you came downstairs at one in the afternoon, halfway through a sandwich. He chuckled around a mouthful at the state of you (like he was much better) and you wrinkled your nose in distaste as he greeted you with his mouth full. Your breakfast was simple but delicious – a glass of milk and a Nutty Buddy. Lester had surprised you with a box of them last weekend and you were eating them slowly, savouring each one.

You were thirstier than you realised, and even knowing what the consequences would be, you gulped down the glass of milk while eating your breakfast just as quickly.

Bo shook his head in amusement at you. “Jus' bought yer'self a ticket to Stomachache City, darlin', drinkin' it like that.”

You shrugged, making Bo laugh again, dumping the glass on the side and chucking the wrapper in the bin. Your stomach was sated but you'd probably eat something again soon; your breakfasts were only ever enough to take the edge off. You dealt with bigger meals once you were awake a bit more. The dishes were piled high and the day was still young, so you figured you would do the dishes. Unfortunately for you, Bo's warning and your ignored instinct came to fruition, because your stomachache set in while you were doing the dishes.

“Oww,” you tried to keep quiet, not wanting Bo to pick up on your discomfort, but he already knew what was happening to you, and he scoffed.

“What did I fuckin' tell ya'?”

He continued to listen to you as you complained about your stomach, though you took very few breaks from the dishes. Bo half listened to you, nodding and making noises to let you know he was still There in the room with you, but he gave you no sympathy. You had been warned, even with you knowing what you were doing, and he had nothing gentle for you. What had you expected? A stomachache. What had you done anyway? Drunk the milk too fast; it was your own damn fault. All in all, it took you three hours to get everything done (Bo watched the whole damn time but didn't help you, except to dump his plate in the sink with a cheeky grin), and by the time you were done, you had lost all motivation to engage in one of your favourite hobbies.

“Today is not, in fact, a writing day,” You huffed, doom-scrolling and not doing the very thing you had gotten out of bed for.

“Ain't it?” Bo grinned at you, amused by how your day had turned out. He had meant to go back to the garage but watching you was infinitely more fun. “Well, Tibby, I'on what t'tell ya', other than th'fact y're a few sandwiches sort of a picnic, huh? Fuckin' fruit loop.”

“Take one to know one, Sinclair.”

Bo mockingly tipped his hat at you and you grinned at each other from across the room, reading each other like the well-loved books you were.

#bo sinclair x tibby

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