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TEXTS FROM DARK AND ANTI: Part 37

You know that scene in Over the Hedge (I’m probably showing my age just talking about this lmao) when the squirrel drinks a soda and gets such a sugar high that the rest of the world freezes around him? That’s basically what Anti’s doing while Dark hopelessly runs around trying to wrangle him in a big net.

Read parts 1-36 here!

My Addiction.

Author ladyoftheteaandblood

Fluffy Alternative Tom with Conny.

 I have an addiction, most of the time I can resist and go about my life like a normal human being with no problem, but should this thing cross my path I have to, need to, want to and do! 


My addiction is donuts, not the shop bought, over or under cooked, fat drenched things, filled with fake jam and covered in icing sugar that’s turned to slime. Not the American donuts that are covered in who knows what. 

Oh, no for me it’s the real deal, the freshly cooked, piping hot, covered in caster sugar, ring Donuts.

The machine itself, for me is a thing of magical beauty. 

Watching it mixed the dough in the bowl, see it pushed the gloopy stuff out the bottom in its O shape, to plop into the hot fat. Stare in delight as it travels on its merry journey, along the moving metal grid, getting flipped over at half way, and finally travel up and out of the boiling oil to be dropped into the sugar, where it is placed in a paper bag for me.

The sheer joy of being handed said bag with its contents of sugary ecstasy, that I then can take away to consume to gratify my lust, is beyond all measure. 

If this can be added to with a fresh cup of hot coffee, so that I get a sugar rush and a caffeine high, well day made. 

Unless you are not me, and then it can be a wee bit embarrassing as according to Tom, I am like a two-year-old once I have eaten my bag of Bliss and hit my sugary High. Which coming from the man who will dance in public and the drop of a 70s disco track, is a bit rich.

Having confessed to all the above and said a quick “hail Mary” just to be on the safe side. You will understand my rage when I tell you the following tale of woe.

I’m sitting in my bedroom feeling well quite frankly shit! The time of the month had hit hard and I had no one to go out and get me sugary goodness to help my ease pain.

Tom was at the White House correspondence Dinner in USA, hobnobbing with the stars and wouldn’t be home for another week. He was texting me regularly with silly tales of celebs and pictures of all the pretty dresses with lines like.

“You’d look good in this”

“How do you pee in this?”

And “that dress looks like its eaten her” He was doing his very best to include me when I was so far away.

This was helping a bit, as I lay on my bed watching a DVD of Buffy the Vampire slayer, in my somewhat aging PJs. He carried on texting with tales of drunk shenanigans and dancing disasters. I even got one of him with a duck on his head.

And then he sent me this…..

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All I wanted at that very moment in one picture, him and donuts. It was more than a mortal girl could endure. 

I text him back a gif of crying, and mentally decapitated him for sending such torture to an already suffering soul.

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The text I got back was of a begging for forgiveness gif and the words.

“Will make it up to you on my return Darling I promise”

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“You better” was the reply sent with a  sensitive gif of my feels .

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Some weeks later after he was home, we had a date, I was off out to meet him at a charity function on a Saturday afternoon. Which quite frankly turned out to be a lot of rich bores telling each other how amazing they were and having a contest as to who had given the most.

Tom was brilliant at these events as he had developed the talent of encouraging the slightly drunk females to give more, by telling them all how adorable they were and how generous. 

He would turn to female one and say.

“Do you know Mrs H, she’s given X amount, to this cause, what a wonderful, darling person”

Mrs Q not to be out done, would then tell him she would give a bigger amount, he would praise her, and so it would go on. 

And all the little sod had to do was smile and give the occasionally hug. Honestly, he could charm the cherries off the trees, as my mum would say.

I was the other side of the room trying the same trick with the men with very little success, as they were all moaning that their ladies had all sodded off to that Hiddleston bloke. Comments like 

“Can’t see what they see in him myself” this came from a short fat guy who could have played Toad of Toad hall with no makeup.

“Bloody lazy actors” This from a guy who did absolutely nothing, having inherited a small fortune from daddy. and my afternoon favourite,

“Bet he couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag” I decided if I ever get a really big bag I will try it and see, just for fun.

By five I was more than tired, so Tom told me to head off home and he’d meet me there. 

At all these events, I put a pair of comfy shoes in the bag left with my coat, along with jeans and a t-shirt. I change in the loos and that way I can get home using public transport or feet.

The day was glorious, when I venture outside and the London embankment was full of people wandering along in the sunshine. The carousel was up and running with small kids on giggling. I couldn’t resist and had a quick go taking a selfie and sending it to Tom.

Then as I dismounted my wooden steed, a smell grabbed my nostrils and tugged at me like Pooh Bear after honey. 

Somewhere, somewhere near, was a machine of magical power, a machine that made hearts sing, a machine that made Donuts!

I turned in to Sherlock Holmes and soon hunted the beast down. There she stood, a mobile donut stall, and not only did she make and serve  hot donuts she sold coffee too. My day just got extremely better.

I stood in line to be blessed by the machines awesome talents, paid the meagre amount for such heavenly fayre, watched with childish pleasure as the dough became six donuts, and then took the bag of goodies and one hot coffee to go.

As I walked away, the tiny port of paradise closed its doors for the day. Wow to think if I’d left any later I could have missed it.

I then text Tom

“Look what I’ve got by the carousel” one picture of the contents of paper bag.

“Stay right there, I’m out and free, I’ll join you” So I sat by the river in the sunshine on a blissful afternoon and waited for my sexy guy.

After one minute the smell was too​ much, so I took out my first hot donut and nibbled, took a sip of the coffee, which was very good, and then thought sod it and tucked in to my share. Well you have to eat them when they are hot.

The boats went by on the river, I waved to the tourist on the river bus, some even waved back, and I noted how prettily the sun sparkling on the water.

The water police shot up the Thames as all hell was breaking loose somewhere but me, I was happy if a little high from sugar and caffeine, and now possibly dancing to some guy’s loud music and getting strange looks.

Big red Buses went over the bridge, people had silly conversation that made me laugh and time slipped away. I sat down on a bench and carried on admiring the view.

Finally a hand tapped me on my shoulder, and I looked round to see a smiling blue eyed handsome man behind me.

“High sexy took your time” he came around my side of the bench and sat down, put his arm around my shoulders planting a kiss on my lips.

“Hello sweet tasting lady.

Sorry about the wait, it took longer to get away than I thought. The lady in the dress that wanted its own map reference, tried to make me an offer. She said she give ten thousand to UNICEF if I spent the night with her. She looked very hungry, if you know what I mean and it took me a while to respectfully decline her lovely offer, and run for it.”

“My Brave lover, have a donut” and I held out the bag to him. Tom put his hand in and

“You bloody eat them!”

“Not all I got six” shit!

“Well there’s just some sugar left now, you’ve eaten six donuts!?”

And apparently, I had, either that, or as I told him on the way home as he sulked, it could have been ninja Hamsters who at this time of year are known to nick hot donuts.

I don’t think he believed me.

Pictures  not mine I just played. Gifs from the magical Tumblr gif machine and again not mine.

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anonymous asked:

I can't help but imagine Junkrat getting really excited when he gets Valentine's candy so his S/O just keeps giving him more. By noon he's caused so much chaos in his sugar induced high that everyone is begging them to stop giving him sugar, "but look how happy he is~" S/O says fawning as Junkrat blows another whole in the ceiling.

Sobs Jamie would be a nightmare when on a sugar high/rush everyone would have to barricade him in another room to be safe.

dontfeelsogood  asked:

Third: Jesse with the ice cream

A/N: Yoo, so this prompt was a bit different to normal, but I hope you enjoy it! I felt so bad torturing lovely Jesse, but it’s always worth it in the end! 😉


It was the absolute worst part of the month. Jesse dreaded it’s coming almost from the moment that the last one was gone. He’d tried to name it – so he could direct his anger at it more effectively – but not the crimson horror, nor Aunt Flow, or even Uncle Tom seemed to fit, so he ended up just calling it that.

It wasn’t even the dysphoria and stress and irritability that descended on him roughly three days before its arrival that bothered him the most – it was the sheer utter pain that he experienced in the organ that he needed like fish needed creamcakes, that caused him so much pain and inconvenience…

The little signs had been there: when he chose his baggiest jeans because his skinny ones felt just a little too tight to his hips; or after he’d unexplicably burst into tears when he couldn’t fit one of his folders into his backpack properly… but then it’d hit really hard.

He’d been halfway through a tutorial when the first cramp had made it’s presence known, gripping and squeezing at his lower abdomen. In an attempt to hide it, he’d curled forward over the desk, making it appear as though he was taking very attentive notes, while pressing his other hand into his abdomen in the hope that downward pressure might stop him feeling like his body was ripping itself apart. His hand kept slipping on his pen, and he attempted to wipe his forehead surreptitiously as rivulets of sweat ran down the sides of his face and the back of his neck. By the time the rest of his tutorial was finished, the t-shirt he was wearing was soaked through with sweat, and as soon as the tutor said they could leave, he’d packed up and was off out the door – not lingering behind like he normally did.

Normally he would skate home, but as he wobbled while leaving the building he decided to forgo it in favour of his feet, trusting that he’d be more stable that way. With every step he thought about all the things he was going home to: the fluffy blanket that he’d laid at the end of his bed, along with his hot water bottle open and ready to be filled; and if his memory served right there was still a tub of chocolate ice cream in one of the freezer drawers. That was the thing he was hoping for most – as his body craved chocolate, but ice cream was always much easier on his stomach.

Inside his flat he changed into his comfiest clothes, downed some painkillers, and began to build himself a simple blanket nest on the sofa in their living area. When he’d raked around in the freezer, he was immensely relieved to find a whole tub of ice cream, so he found the largest tablespoon he could find and curled up with the tub on his lap. He tucked in with vigour ignoring the sourness and sharpness of his first bite – seeking the sugar rush and chocolate high that might just take his mind off the crippling pain in his belly. With the most inane daytime talk show on the television, Jesse ate mindlessly, having to pause occasionally and breathe through such severe cramps that twice he wondered whether it was possible that he had appendicitis.

By the time Jesse had finished the entire tub of ice cream, the painkillers had begun to kick in and the cramps were receding in severity. Leaning forward, he dropped the empty tub on the floor, then curled his legs up, pulled the blanket further round his shoulders and rested his head on the arm of the sofa. 


“Jesse?” Groggily Jesse opened his eyes at the sound of a muffled voice, he was disorientated and the heat was stifling; the blanket which had been covering his face was removed suddenly and Jesse recoiled from the bright light.

Wha – I – what…?” Jesse slurred slightly, putting his hand up to shield himself from the light, and peered through his fingers to see Cain standing over him.

“Oh I’m sorry!” Cain exclaimed, allowing the blanket drop back. “I didn’t mean to wake you up…”

“It’s okay,” Jesse mumbled, noticing the distinctly sour taste in his mouth and struggling to push himself into a sitting position. His head felt fuzzy, and so did his tongue.

“Oh Jesse,” Cain sat next to him on the sofa, putting his arm around his shoulder and pulled him in towards him, Jesse rested his head onto Cain’s shoulder. “Is it that time?”

“Yeah…” Jesse mumbled, giving a small nod of his head.

Rrrrrruuuuulllluuggguuguuguugguuuuuuug.’ Jesse’s stomach suddenly let out a very audible gurgle and he could feel his insides turn over.

“Is that your stomach?” Cain asked, moving his head so that he could look directly at Jesse.

“Sorry – it’s loud…” Jesse apologised; in most normal circumstances he might have felt embarrassed about it, but the way his stomach was writing inside him took his mind away from that. “Cain, could you do me a favour?”

“Yeah?” Cain said quietly.

“Could you possibly get me some water?” Jesse asked, he couldn’t muster up the energy to get up from the sofa but the horrid taste in his mouth was intensifying.

“Of course,” Cain agreed, withdrawing his arm from around the back of Jesse’s neck. Jesse closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the sofa, but he felt the sofa move beside him as Cain stood up. He put both hands to his stomach, underneath the hot water bottle which had almost entirely cooled down, and was rather disconcerted that he could feel the contents of his stomach burbling under the palm of his hand. Opening his eyes, he raised his top a little to see his stomach bloated out – normally at this time he was a little bloated, but now it was practically a dome.

Gggrrrrllllluuuuuuuurrrrrrrlllllgggggllllllll.’

“Wow, your stomach really is loud!” Cain’s voice came from the doorway as he came back with the glass of water? “Do you have an upset tummy?” There was a sudden clatter as Cain’s foot collided with something and he bent down and scooped up the empty ice cream tub; he looked from the tub to Jesse and raised his eyebrows. “Did you eat the whole tub of ice cream?”

“I-”

Ruuuuuurrrrrllllluuuurrrrgggluuuurrrggghhh.’ Jesse’s stomach replied for him and he looked sheepishly up at Cain.

“Ah…” Cain placed the tub onto their coffee table and sat next to him again. “That might explain it… Here’s your water.”

“Thank you,” Jesse accepted the glass from him and took a gulp, the cool liquid was amazingly refreshing.

“You’re welcome,” Cain said, “is there anything else I can do to help?”

“Can…” Jesse stopped, unsure of how to ask. “Can I just cuddle you?”

“Always!” Cain’s arm wrapped around him again and pulled him in close to him; Jesse rested his head against his chest and tried to relax. Jesse loved being nestled into Cain, he felt so accepted and protected; but the addition of feeling hot, sticky and a bit sick didn’t make it the most comfortable.

Ggrrrlllggguuurrggllllrrr.’ Jesse’s stomach made another obnoxiously loud gurgle, and he felt like it’s contents were in a blender. He was beginning to feel increasingly nauseous, but he took deep breaths in through his nose to try and steady himself.

Gggggrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuggggg.’ With that burble of his stomach Jesse felt the back of his throat tighten and then the foul taste was back in his mouth again. Then it happened again, his chest squeezed and the back of his throat tighten as he fought back the beginning of a heave.

Alarmed, he drew back from Cain and tried to not give away how he was feeling, but possibly his quick movement had given it away.

“Jesse? What’s wrong?” Cain asked, his hand still around the back of Jesse’s shoulders.

Hmmm!” Jesse had been about to answer when he felt a gag force up his chest; he clamped both of his hands to his mouth as he doubled forward with the force.

“Oh…” Cain’s tone changed instantly to worry, and as Jesse took deep breaths without uncovering his mouth. Cain leant forwards and grabbed the empty ice cream tub as he heard another stifled heave from his boyfriend. “Here!” He held it in front of Jesse’s mouth, concerned as Jesse’s skin had drained to an off white colour. Jesse removed his hands from his mouth to clutch at the tub.

Buuurrrllcchh!” The next heave brought up a mouthful of sick which splattered into the tub, looking sickeningly like melted ice cream, this thought sent another retch up: “Huuubbbbuuuuurrrbbbvvvk!”

“Oh Jesse…” Cain murmured, beginning to run his hand firmly across Jesse’s shoulder blades, feeling them tremble under his touch.

“Sorry…” Jesse forced out weakly, spitting into the ice cream tub. “I don’t know – huuuurrr – what’s going on… I don’t – bbrrr – normally throw u – uurr – up at my period…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Cain insisted as Jesse’s stomach let out another ominous gurgle.

Bleeeuuuurrrchh!” Cain winced at how painful each wave sounded for Jesse and continued to smooth circles into Jesse’s back. As Jesse moved his hand slightly on the tub Cain caught sight of the ‘Use Before’ date on the side of the tub and his heart began to race.

“Jesse, was it this ice cream you ate?” Cain asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

“Yeah…” Jesse panted raggedly, spitting another mouthful into the tub of sick. “Why?”

“It might be out of date…” Cain answered slowly. “Quite significantly so…”

Uuuurrghh…” Jesse groaned, screwing his face up. “I’m an idiot…”

“No, you’re not!” Cain refuted, giving Jesse’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“I just – ulp – hate this!” Jesse moaned; he sounded utterly exhausted.

“I know…” Cain soothed. “I know… but I’m going to look after you until you feel better, okay? Don’t worry…”

“Thank you,” Jesse mumbled, another belch rumbling up his chest.

“It’s okay – it’s all going to be okay…”

About Honey Lemon Design:

kotaishikyuketsuki:

ok so this pictures:

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The first time I watch the one from the above, yes I think that two girls are identical,  first i think “hey maybe Honey Lemon looks like Rapunzel becouse they need something that can be atractive to young girls”, considerating the movie could be more atractive for boys becouse the superhero thematic wich is dumb considerating my little sister loved baymax and love marvel movies… but hey these men 

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who were created to make those movies atractive for boys, are not like these two:

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or any of the other boys from their own movies (watch this tangled sequence) 

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So maybe Honey and Rapunzel looks alike becouse they want to sell her and they need the same mold to make dolls of her like mattel who have the the same molds for their dolls…

but oh wait:

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they

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aren’t

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the same girl…

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so there is not excuse 

for Honey to be a to be a clone of Rapunzel.

wich original design looks different:

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Anyway not all the disney cgi girls looks the fucking same:

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and yes I’m dissapointed on Honey’s design 

Update: 

this is an OFFICIAL art from the movie (source)

And she (honey lemon) doesnt looks like Rapunzel!!!!!!

SHE DOESN’T LOOKS LIKE RAPUNZEL 

SHE DOESN’T LOOKS LIKE RAPUNZEL 

SHE DOESN’T LOOKS LIKE RAPUNZEL 

NOW EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP and enjoy  this movie on theatres also  SHE IS FUCKIN JAPANESE NOT FUCKING “WHITE”

And the boy Hiro according to this snapchat I receive from a Japanese boy (sailingthroughdisneymagic) looks like a japanes person and not  "white" 

In conclussion I regret this post (and this one) becouse the real of Honey it’s not a clone of Rapunzel and becouse I know that girl is going to ruin my life and I’ll buy 173476734734 dolls of her

Also watch the movie on theatres to give a message that the world is ready for a movie with “poc” main characthers. 

I’ve been thinking about open an ask blog for a while … 
but don’t really sure what theme it should be or if I can handle it

The picture above is one of my idea for ask blog (if I ever have one! lol)

The theme should be ‘Sugar rush’ or ‘Sugar high’ Arthur. One that he consumes too many sweets (I hc him having a sweet tooth!) and act either really hyper or docile than normal! and when he burn all those sugar, it leave him very tired and sleepy 

I’m not really sure I can draw a very exited Arthur though lol

He still thirst for more sweets

But the idea of ‘Sweet tooth’ Arthur also very appeal too :D

Shadowmuses-Halloween Fun

The entire atmosphere reeked of candy and adrenaline. Little kids on sugar highs rushed past her from house to house, eager for treats. Older teenagers snickered and jostled each other as they made their own rounds through the neighborhoods. Eve paid little attention to the costumed trick-or-treaters and the teens looking for a scare and a laugh. She went down her own desired path until she reached a parking unit. Everyone was out on the streets and wouldn’t stop here for any reason. A perfect place for a meeting.

She didn’t have to wait long. She turned toward the figure coming towards her. Her dark hair flipping to the side. “Hello Ruby. You said you wanted to meet me?”

High School Au Starter

It was 7 years into the future. Most of the racers were in high school. There Sugar Rush high school was giant and had 12 stories. Sprinkleina was the captain of almost every sports team including cheer leading. She was walking to class one day as she slipped and fell.

‘Ouch. I hope no one saw that.“

cocoalinenutellisa-deactivated2  asked:

(Alright heres the starter.) It was a normal day at Sugar Rush high. Cocoaline was a student there and was a bit of a troublemaker. Always ditching class with friends and occasionally getting into fights with students feom other schools. To her everything was good except for that one person.

Creepie on her side was having a great day, talking with friends, playing games with others, but she just couldn’t find out why that one student didn’t liked her at all.