a) MOTHERFUCKING STREET FOOD, I want to SAUNTER UP TO A GODDAMN PIZZA STOREFRONT WHEN I AM SAD AND RAVENOUS AND BROKE and buy two slices of cheese pizza THE SIZE OF MY FACE for a dollar apiece or ONE FIFTY FOR PEPPERONI, perfectly decadently crisp from sunning under the warming lights for an hour or two, A DOLLAR FIFTY FOR A MASSIVE SLICE OF PEPPERONI PIZZA I EAT ON MY WALK TO WORK THAT FEELS LIKE A BENEDICTION FROM GOD THEMSELF
and there’s Dumpling-Man-On-St-Marks dumplings (pork, fresh, covered in green onion slivers), fried fresh and crispy, $4.50 for a whole meal during after-school happy hour
and Mamoun’s Falafel, the only 100% vegetable meal that makes you Feel filled walking through the rain on a mournful summer evening, hot and crunchy and indulgent (I mean other falafel does this too, but I had a lot of good narratively important Mamoun’s experiences)
and 3am pierogi at Veselka, which is not exactly street food but the same level of cultural comfort food writ large
and those empanadas I had the the Bryant Park Holiday Market, full of spicy chicken and thick pastry and the only good peas I’ve ever digested
but most of FUCKING all, the food truck next to my subway stop for the R train in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, the GODDAMN BEST GYRO I HAVE EVER EATEN, five dollars for a massive dripping meal-and-a-half of spicy, melt-in-your-mouth cheap cuts of lamb you watch the chefs chop hot on the grill (mocking you gently for coming by every day) rolled up in a heated slab of pita with fresh-chopped tomato and lettuce and covered in white sauce (tzatziki) and red sauce (a spicy magical guarded secret; NON-NYC GYRO SHOPS AND MEDITERRANEAN CAFES DO NOT SEEM TO HAVE OR COMPREHEND RED SAUCE) and you feel like a real person for the first time since the last time you put this in your goddamn mouth
I dream about good gyros and that halal food truck in particular almost weekly, three years later.
you can eat the greatest food you’ll ever eat in your life that will ruin you for cheap shock-you-into-being-alive food for the rest of your life for under five dollars walking the streets of New York.
and b) everything is huge and alive and narrative and will suck you into its orbit if you want it to. just walk up Broadway, from top to bottom. pace up and down St Marks. watch people. walk for miles. sit in a random cafe you picked for cheap decent refillable coffee and $1.50 bagels and okay wifi for four hours and your life is different forever. your life keeps getting different forever in three-hour increments, because there’s always narrative, there are always people who are larger than life, who change everything, who make you Want. you want to be as big, as magic, as pulling-others-into-one’s orbit as they are. and you walk down the street and there’s a free show happening in a tiny cafe you’ve never been to, so you go in, and a stranger buys you a beer. someone lets you cry into their coat. you help someone find a payphone to call their parents. you get a job interview by accident. New York is too big, all the time, and if that’s the sort of thing you want or know how to use, it’s intoxicating. it’s Everything. you can sit back and feed on the echoes, or you can grab it with your teeth and hang on. you can Be part of the narrative, because it’s always flowing past within reach. you fail at it, you find a different angle. magic you never asked for keeps happening. it doesn’t feed you. it doesn’t keep you from wanting to walk in front of a train. but it Is. it’s Big. it makes you feel like you can touch the pulse of the universe. like if you don’t mean anything, you can touch something that Does, and steal a little of the Feeling of that. you can eat that along with three dollar falafel. you’re part of the Story now. you just have to figure out how to ride it till you’re not just an extra with character.
I could ride the subway alone for the rest of my life and be fulfilled. god.
Title: Version 2.0 Author: Elizabeth1985 Artist: comedicdrama Rating: Explicit Pairings: Dean/Cas Warnings/Tags: nyc, best friends, roommates, friends with benefits, tattooed!dean, tattooed!castiel, dean is crazy smart, business partners, light d/s, light kink Posting Date: 10/31/2017
Summary: Life is nothing but a series of processes. We rise, we work, we function within the walls we’ve designed for ourselves. Dean Winchester does not deviate from this system. Heavily tattooed and a borderline genius; Dean necessitates control. Relationships are a no-go. Too messy, unpredictable. And yeah, he knows having casual sex with his best friend, roommate, and business partner is a dumbass move. But Cas’ suggestion is impossible to resist. What Dean doesn’t expect and couldn’t possibly predict is the unique way Cas manages to shut down his mile-a-minute mind, giving him a level of inner peace he’d thought to be unattainable. What starts out of convenience morphs into a dynamic emotional slide neither of them were prepared for, forcing them to decide what they’re willing to risk.
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They know each other too well. Castiel’s crystal blue eyes narrow into slits, head tipped at an angle against the back of the couch. There’s a weighted pause hovering between them.
“Something’s different…” Cas murmurs, barely meeting Dean’s eyes.
It’s the strangest thing, this singular moment. As if they both know something’s changed but neither has the balls to say it outright or even blink suggestively in that direction. They let it hang, pretending there aren’t internal freakouts just flying all over the apartment like hyper-charged dust motes.
Choking down unwanted panic, Dean ruffles Cas’ unruly hair. “Don’t worry about it. What do you want for dinner?”
His roommate closes his eyes to the touch. “Whatever you want works for me.”
Is there a double-meaning there? They’re both pretty damn smart. They could dance this game a long while. Tiptoeing in suggestive language, if that’s what this is. Dean’s not sure. He hates complicated crap and Cas has the social cues of a rabbit sometimes. But maybe it is… this potentially cryptic back and forth. Maybe they’ll hide under the safety of its uncertainty and clouded air of disassociation. For a bit anyway. Dean’s not ready to figure this out. It feels too much like giving in to the raging constant need inside him. It wouldn’t do any good to reach out and grab the closest male in proximity. Let alone one who happens to be his best fucking friend, and his roommate, AND his business partner.
“I haven’t decided on anything,” he says. Take that double meaning and smoke it.
The faintest smile passes through Cas’ expression. But is it suggestive or normal; he doesn’t know. “We could order out,” suggests Cas. “I’m starving.”
Order out? Starving? Are they still playing? Maybe they never were. Maybe Dean’s overactive brain has taken a sharp turn from reality. Watching an hour or two of porn every day probably doesn’t help.
Cas moans. “Yessss. Definitely pizza.”
Last night comes flashing back to him. “Damn, you’re busting out those moans for pizza? Maybe you were dreaming about a big deep-dish last night.” Yeah right, he answers himself sarcastically. A fucking extra-large slice of the Best Friend Special.
“Perhaps I was,” Cas replies. No hesitation. Just a little sass.
“Uhn-huh,” Dean blandly fires back, not even trying to hide his bullshit-meter tone.
Dean’s life is supposed to be uncomplicated, dammit. Now he’s conversing in vague subtleties and possible innuendos. Fuck.
Why did his best friend have to dream-moan his name like that? It’s like a box Dean never knew he owned just exploded all over the floor in some catastrophic sticky mess. One singular event turning his orderly life into shambles.
-So last night, as many of you know, I met The Jonathan Groff, who is as nice and as beautiful as you think he is!
So the only reason why I was standing across the street of 54 Below, is because my mom wanted to see how Jeremy was acting with other people ( she was convinced he was being rude to us last night, even though we both know he’s just kinda awkward)
- so we’re across the street, waiting for him to come out, but we notice the people at the stagedoor are not from the show, and that’s when we find out “oh Jeremy’s show is later! The earlier show just got out!”
- As we are about to leave, I spot a guy come out of the stagedoor and I poke my mom and say “That guy kinda looks like Jonathan Groff! But it’s probably not him lmao” and then my mom looks up what the previous show was and was like “ it is him!”
- so obviously we go over there, and my mom just kinda pushes me into the stagedoor crowd and my heart is thumping really bad. This random mom pats me on the backs and talks to me until Groff walks over.
- This random ass mom PUSHES me towards him and says “This young lady is terrified to meet you!” And obviously I must have the Deer in the Headlights look on my face bc Groff smiles at me and says all soft-spoken “Hi! My name is Jonathan!”
- at this point I’m still terrified so I say “H-hi! My name is Amber! I know you’re Jonathan!” And then I laughed awkwardly. The mom decides to butt in and say “She’s auditioning for Sprong Awakening soon!” And Groff was like “Oh cool! What song will you sing?” And I had obviously he was so close to me at this point hc we were about to take a pic together that my mind just blanked and I said “I don’t know yet!”
- After the picture he pointed to my shirt and said “I love that show! Watching it really calms me down, I was watching it right before I got here!!” And I smiled and was like “ Same!! What episode?” And he told me it was the one where Monica gets stung by a jellyfish and I laughed. I told him “Have a good night!” And he said “You too!” And went to go talk to other people and I DIED INSIDE