the food looks good too

a.co
Help me eat while i go to school pls

Sooo if any of yall want to send me gift cards so i can eat while at school here my amazon wishlist tho a couple of things are just things i want or for my art if yall want to help me there too¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ETA: Ill do small art pieces for you if you want you can check it ouy on my ig (nahnopedenada) or my art blog @doddlesart which has a lot if my older sthff and slowly adding newwer things

I really like the hc that Crowley’s yellow eyes aren’t the only snake thing about him n he’s got scales instead of skin in some places n stuff like that. I have this scenario in my head that I haven’t been able to work into a fic where Crowley usually likes the finest human food but sometimes he just. Gotta eat a tasty looking snake food because it looks too good. And once the cottage gets an infestation and Aziraphale is like “oh gotta call the exterminator i guess” but Crowley. He doesn’t call the exterminator he gets into an old set of clothes and tears up the baseboard while Aziraphale is out for the day intending to get the house put back together before he gets home so Aziraphale doesn’t find out this embarrassing thing he’s going to do. But he just finds the rats and pounces on them and unhinges his jaw and goes to town. But Aziraphale comes back early and walks in on him swallowing a rat whole. And is like “my dear what the fuck.” But Crowley can’t answer because he has a fucking rat halfway down his throat

I used to work in a theme park in a line-order restaurant (serving guests and serving employees) some of my stories.

>An elderly British couple came in, the woman asked for tea. I inserted the tea bag, filled the cup with hot water over the bag, capped it, sleeved it, and handed it to her. She looked at me in abject fear and confusion before turning to her husband and asked “An American who knows how to make tea, WHAT IS THIS?”

>A different elderly British couple asked if the Fish and Chips we served was real fish and chips, I told them it was until the health department said we had to stop serving it in news paper. The wife thought this was hilarious.

>A man came through, looked at our menu and said that our food looked good but was way too fatty, I agreed and jokingly said that “you know what they say, a heart attack is just your body’s way of saying ‘I have eaten all the delicious food the world has to offer and now I am ready to die.’” The man thought I had a valid point and ordered a double cheeseburger, his wife was significantly less amused.

>A couple with a young child approached with the distinct repeated sound of air being blown through the souvenir cup straw. The father asks for a refil, after I fill the cup he sighs and with a deflated tone says that he regrets teaching his son how to make noise with the straw. The mother slowly nods her head with pursed lips and a look of “I told you so.”

>A kid asks how much longer the restaurant is open. I tell him that we close when the park does in 360 minutes. Kid freaks thinking everything is about to shut down, so does his dad until he does the math and realizes that that was six hours.

>A platoon of soldiers comes in during our breakfast hours, having a week’s leave after basic before getting sent to their assignment. The each order an English Breakfast (eggs, sausage, country potatoes, fired english muffin) with a Belgian waffle (we only have two waffle makers because we don’t normally get that kind of traffic in the morning) we stop taking breakfast orders at 11. We give the last soldier their breakfast at 1. We have to tell lunch customers we are no longer serving breakfast as we give breakfast to these people idling about.

>Guy from Philadelphia asks if our Philly Cheese Steaks are “real.” I tell him no, describe why. My coworkers are pissed, he thanks me for actually knowing what he asked and orders one. Tells me he can’t tell the difference. I use that in my response from then on.

>Guy from Delaware asks if our Philly CheeseSteaks are “real.” I say no, but people from Philly have said they can’t tell the difference. He orders one, stops me while I’m making it and asks where the Cheese-wiz is. The guy in front of him from Philly angrily asks if he’s from Delaware. The guest angrily replies that he is. A fight almost breaks out. My coworkers learn that I was not joking when I said people from Philly take their Cheese Steaks seriously.

>Man comes in asking for beer, tries to prove his age with an ID held together with scotch tape. Gets pissed when I deny him service and ask for alternate proof of identity.

>Woman tried to use void ID to purchase alcohol. Produces valid ID when asked for alternate ID (she had moved so she had to have her drivers license changed). Insisted that the ID with the word VOID punched into it was still good because it had not yet expired.

>Old woman angrily demanded to know where I was after my day off. Claimed I was the only person in the park who knew how to make fish right, and demanded that I tell my manager that they were no longer allowed to serve fish on days when I was not working.

>Guy in charge of all the restaurants in my area of the park is performing an inspection during set up and decides to QC the aforementioned fish. Declares it to be “nice and flaky, like a lot of the people who work here.”

>Tram driver angrily yells at me for serving hot food that will make him sleepy and crash a tram full of guests. I tell him that I don’t control the menu or food policies and that his meal voucher doesn’t cover the salad bar, which is written on the voucher. He asks how he could be expected to read that when he doesn’t have his glasses?


>See a coworker doing a half-assed job closing as I’m getting ready to clock out at doors. I tell him if he half-asses it he won’t have to answer to one of our supervisors, he’d have to answer to the coworker who has been at the park longer than many of the workers have been alive. He laughs. The next day the elderly coworker demands to know who closed last night, I tell her about my conversation with the closer. She takes closing shift from me so she can “teach” him how to close. He never doubted my cleaning advice again.

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War Council + Mitsutada’s Snacks Part 1

Really like you

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: “I would like a OneShot in which Spencer is in charge of approaching the reader to find out about UNSUB who is ur mother, you are very shy and you 2 end up falling in love. But the reader discovers that he is from the FBI and feels sad why as someone like him would like her? Spencer on his way back home and ur mother is threatening you as the new victim”

Requested?: Yes, by Anon

(A/n): 

Originally posted by loving-criminal-minds

Y/n sat in a chair, comfortable waiting for her food, enjoying the warm sun. She smiled softly as the guy put down her plate and whispered a thank you, barely hearable. She started to eat when a voice made her look up. 

“I’m sorry, but is this seat taken? All the others are taken.” A handsome young man stood in front of her table, and when Y/n realized he was talking to her, she almost dropped her spoon. 

“Uhm, no. I don’t think it is.” She whispered, looking around. He looked just as awkward as she felt, and that was a relief for her. A very awkward silence followed. At the very last, he tried to to talk to her. 

“How are you?” She almost chocked on her food. 

“I-I’m fine.” She whispered and gave him a soft smile. She wasn’t fine, but why would she tell him that. “How are you?” Y/n took a bite of her food, hoping to not look too nervous. 

“Oh, I’m good too.” He smiled weakly at her. he wanted to ask about her mother, he wanted to ask her the things he should, but she seemed so fragile. 

“I see you are eating chicken soup, did you know that is very healthy?” He asked. Y/n smiled and shook her head. 

“I knew it had to be good for something.” She spoke, putting down her spoon. The man smiled and leaned with his arms on the table.

“I’m Spencer, by the way.” He held out his hand, which she took with a slight hesitation. 

“I am Y/n.” She smiled.


For some reason, Spencer kept texting her, and even asked if she would want to meet up. Y/n had no idea why he did that. It wasn’t like she was so interesting the first time they had met. But, finding Spencer quite the unique man, She agreed, although afraid she might mess up. 

They met a few times in that week, and even though Y/n did not want to admit it, she was falling for the smart boy. 


“Hello Y/n. I’m glad you asked me to come.” Spencer said when he sat down. 

“Oh, I’m glad you could come. Would you like some coffee, perhaps?” Y/n asked with a wide smile. She was shy, but started to feel more comfortable around him. 

“Yeah, sure.” He leaned back in his chair. Y/n left for the kitchen, a feeling she couldn’t name in the pit of her stomach, as if something would go wrong, as if she would end up getting hurt. 

When Y/n came back in the living area, her faint smile faded. Spencer was gone. There was no sign that he had ever been here. Maybe he was in the bathroom. She sat down the plate and walked through the long hallway. She heard his voice. But his voice was different then when he spoke to her. 

“Hotch, I think I found something.” Y/n sucked in a breath. He wasn’t in the bathroom, he was in her mothers bedroom. “I haven’t talked about her mother that much, but I know her mother had some troubles in the past, and her father died under strange circumstances.” Y/n heard Spencer move. “I think I just found something that might be proof. A diary.” Y/n had heard enough. Her mother did have some trouble with her mental health, yes. But what would she have done. Silently, Y/n walked back to the living area. 

It took Spencer a few minutes to come back. When he saw her, he seemed to be slightly nervous. 

“I used the toilet, hope thats okay.” He sat down. “Thank you for the coffee.” He added. Y/n sat down too, and leaned in over the table. She wanted to tell him she over heard him. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me?” She leaned in further. “About, you know. My mom.” If he felt uncomfortable, he didn’t let it shine through. 

“Why would I ask about your mother?” 

“Because that’s why you are here, right? that’s why you sat with me in the first place, isn’t it?” Y/n sighted and let herself sink in the chair. “Because you are from the police?” She guessed, avoiding his eyes. 

“Y/n, what are you talking about? Of course not-” He started but Y/n cut him off.

“No need to lie. I overheard you.” She crossed her arms, asking herself where this attitude came from. Truth was her heart was beating hard and tears wanted to escape her eyes. But she hoped she was strong. And wrong. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I’m Dr.Spencer Reid, FBI. We think your mother is killing. She is losing her mind. She is a sadist, Y/n. You need to trust me.”

“No, Spencer. You lied to me. I liked you. And now I should just trust you? My mother isn’t even home. And I suggest you leave right now.” A tear left her eye, no matter how hard she fought. Spencer Stood up, just like Y/n had done. 

“I am very sorry, Y/n.” He whispered. 

The door fell close behind him. Tears spilled over, this was why Y/n never trusted anyone and liked just being on herself. Her mother was a sweet, warm person. She could never hurt someone. The backdoor opened and closed. 

“I was wondering when he would leave.” The voice of her mother sounded. Y/n turned around and wiped away her tears. 

“Well, he’s never coming back, mother.” Her mother gave her a sad smile. Y/n noticed a red stain. Her heart skipped a beat. 

“Mother, I think you spilled some sauce on your shirt.” Her mother looked down with her same smile. 

“Oh, I’ll just tidy it up, then.” Her mother walked to the kitchen, and then Y/n ran. It wasn’t sauce. It was blood. She ran upstairs, into the bathroom, the only room with a lock. She locked the door and called Spencer. 

“Spencer.” Y/n sniffed, sitting in the corner of the room. “You were right. Please come back.” She whispered. 

“Y/n! Stay where you are! I’m coming!” She heard a car. “Whatever you do, do not hang up on me, okay?” He said. Worry laced in his voice as she sniffed again. 

“She is coming.” She whispered, crawling even further into the corner when footsteps were close. 

“Oh, Y/n. I thought you might find out my secret. I was hoping it would take you longer. Now I’ll have to kill you.” She laughed, a laugh she had never heard before. Her laugh sounded crazy. “But where are you?” 

Y/n tried to calm her breath, until she saw the doorknob move. 

“So you are in the bathroom.” Her mother snapped. the door moved, a bang. the door didn’t open. A scream left her mouth, and she couldn’t stop the tears. 

“Spencer, please.” She begged. 

“I will be there. Just a few minutes.” 

“Oh boy, she doesn’t have a few minutes.” Another scream left Y/n’s mouth. A knife shot halfway through the door. Her mother would soon be through the door, and when she did, it would only be a maybe a minute before she died. 

The sound of a car on the driveway comforted Y/n slightly, because her mother still wasn’t in the bathroom. But then the door opened. Her mother looked bewildered. With fast passes, she reached her daughter and pulled her up, knife to her throat. Just at that moment, Spencer came to sight, gun ready to shoot. 

“Let her go.” Spencer said firmly. His hands didn’t shake. Y/n knew her life was in both his and her mothers hands. Y/n slightly moved her body, Spencer could shoot her mothers leg, if he only took his eyes of her mothers face. Y/n tried to catch his gaze, her mother not moving. Y/n’s fingers moved, and Spencer noticed. She touched her leg. Spencer understood. He shot. Her mother screamed and let her go. Y/n stumbled away and Spencer pointed his gun again on the woman. 

“Go outside. I have called for back up.” Spencer briefly looked over at Y/n. She was shaking. She nodded and barely able to stand, she stumbled outside. There indeed were cops, they just stopped. 

“Are you okay?” She nodded at the man and whispered “Bathroom.”. 


Y/n sat on the edge of the ambulance even though she said she was fine. Nothing more then a scratch. She waited until she would see Spencer. Even though it was hard to fathom that her mother had killed at least five people, she pushed that away. She never was one to deal properly with her emotions. 

“Spencer.” She breathed out when she saw him. She stood up but didn’t really do anything besides staring. “I’m sorry. I should have trusted you.” She blurted out. Spencer gave her a small smile. 

“I wouldn’t trust someone if they told me my mom was a sadist after lying about who they were.” Spencer scratched the back of his neck. 

“Can I give you a hug?” She asked. Spencer awkwardly opened his arms.

 “I’m sorry about lying to you.” He said hugging her tightly. “But I really do like you.”

“You do?” Y/n pulled away and smiled up at him. “But why? I am just average. You are a FBI agent.” She whispered. 

“You are everything except average.” Spencer said. “And I would like to take you out. On a real date. you know, once you have dealt with all this, of course.” He added as they parted from their hug. 

“I would actually like that.” Y/n answered flustered. “I really like you.” She whispered, partly hoping he wouldn’t hear that. He did not respond, but the small smile on his flustered face showed her he had heard it. And he liked her too. 

Take Care - A Sasil Fic

Just a little day-in-the-life-of fluffy fic. One shot for now. @parisian-nicole


Sally Ann sat in the passenger seat of Frida’s car. “Thanks for goin’ shoppin’ with me.”

Frida laughed. “The thanks belongs to you. I been needin’ a good reason to get outta my place for days. Plus, what kinda woman doesn’t enjoy a lil bargain’ huntin’?”

“True.” Sally Ann unbuckled her seatbelt as Frida put the car in park outside of her and Hasil’s new apartment.

“Your man’s done good earnin’ y'all some cash.”

Sally Ann nodded as she started gathering shopping bags into her arms. She was proud of Hasil, but his new method of earning income left her nerves on edge. “Yeah. He’s done good. Just can’t wait until I can find somethin’ and contribute too.”

“Hey now.” Frida wagged her finger at her new friend. “You’re busy growin’ his baby and makin’ your home a home. Take a little credit for what you’re doin’ now. You’ll find somethin’ else soon enough.”

“I know. I just…”

“You’re worried ‘bout him.” Frida gave her a sweet smile. “I don’t need my psychic powers to tell that much.” She pulled a plastic shopping bag from the backseat and held it up. “I mean, this whole damn thing is filled with first aid stuff.” Frida continued when Sally Ann gave no response. “Look sweetie, I know the feelin’. Butch’s line of work ain’t the sorta thing that leaves me restin’ easy at night either. You just gotta hope it’s temporary you know. I play my numbers every week and one day Butch and I are gonna hit it big. Then we’ll be livin’ up in a mansion somewhere far from here… and we’ll adopt 'bout ten babies.”

This made Sally Ann laugh.

“Seriously though. Keep prayin’, support him, and work hard… and when that ain’t enough, you find somethin’ to keep your mind busy… like gettin’ that nasty ass apartment of y'alls clean. Come on.”

The girls spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening scrubbing the apartment from top to bottom. Sally Ann couldn’t remember ever feeling more exhausted. She leaned against the kitchen counter and guzzled a glass of water.

“Well.” Frida stood in the middle of the living room with her hands on her hips. “It still looks like shit in here, but at least it smells better. I’d say it was a productive day.” She checked her phone. “Butch texted. He says Hasil is with him.”

“Good. I was wonderin’ why he wasn’t home yet.” Sally Ann smiled at her first reference to their home. She hadn’t seen Hasil since they got the keys to their place early that morning. He’d taken on another day job, but made sure to pack his own food and water this time.

“They’ll be back soon. Butch asked me to order some Chinese for dinner.”

Sally Ann’s stomach did a back flip at the mere mention of food. “That sounds good.”

“Well what d'y'all want? Dinner is on me. I can practically hear that poor fetus begging for nourishment from here.”

“Oh I couldn’t. You’ve already done so—”

“Hush now and take what’s offered to ya. I’ll have it delivered here and just take our stuff on home. What d'ya want?”



Sally Ann set up a little dinner picnic on the floor since the only furniture she and Hasil had at the moment was the mattress lying in the center of the living room. She lit some candles and transferred the food from the to-go cartons to the dishes she picked up at the thrift store. The apartment didn’t look so bad in the soft light. She’d just finished pouring a couple of glasses of water when she heard Hasil unlocking the front door.

“Sally Ann?” he called out before even looking up. “Oh, there ya are. Hey.” He placed his hand on the small of her back as he leaned in for a quick kiss. “How was your day?” His eyes drifted around the small apartment. “You been busy. It looks nice in here.” His eyes landed on the food. “Smells good too.”

Sally Ann laughed. “You hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Frida bought us dinner. We’ve got some fried rice, beef and broccoli, General Tso’s chicken—”

“Whose chicken?”

She snorted out a laugh. “Don’t worry about it. Go wash your hands.”

Sally Ann turned on the old little radio she and Frida found at a yard sale that morning. It helped to drown out the sound of their noisy neighbors. She passed Hasil his plate once he sat down and watched as he began to devour the food. “You weren’t lyin’ when you said you were hungry.”

He nodded, mouth full of broccoli.

“You’ll have to pack a bigger lunch next time you go out.”

Hasil finished chewing what was in his mouth and set down his plate. “Honestly, Sally Ann, goin’ out there feels like such a waste of time and energy. One night fightin’ I can make what I’d get off a week layin’ bricks and spreadin’ tar… prob'ly more'n that. I was wantin’ to talk to ya 'bout it because tomorrow night—”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Now wait a minute, hear me out. There’s a fight tomorrow night and Butch says I could take this guy easy. He—”

“Hasil no. Your face isn’t even healed from your last fight yet.”

He used his fork to push his rice into a little mountain on his plate and chuckled. “Well I won’t let 'im hit me in the face.”

“Hasil this isn’t funny.”

He put his fork down and took her hand. “I know. I know. But we need the paper, right? You said yourself you oughta be goin’ to the doctor every month and you ain’t been yet. Let me do this fight, and we’ll use that cash to get ya to the doctor, alrigh’?”

She knew he was right, but she didn’t want to agree to it. Not yet. Instead she pouted and picked up her plate.

Hasil grinned, knowing that she had silently conceded. “Everythin’ will be okay.” He studied her as she began to eat her food and quickly traded his smile for a frown. “Oh c'mon Sally Ann, now you’re jus’ bein’ dramatic. We ain’t that bad off. You ain’t gotta eat your dinner with sticks. Here.” He picked up a spare fork and held it out to her.

She nearly choked on her food with laughter and spent the next few minutes showing Hasil how to use chopsticks. The mood was instantly lightened and they were able to finish their meal in peace.

Hasil patted his belly. “That was good. I’m full.”

“Wait, you gotta make room for dessert.” Sally Ann got up and dug around the bottom of the brown paper sack that everything came in. “Fortune cookies.”

Hasil raised an eyebrow. “Fortune cookies?”

She passed Hasil one of the small packaged treats. “Yeah. Inside there is a paper with your fortune on it. Break open the cookie and I’ll read it. It’s just for fun.”

“Alrigh’.” He took off the wrapper and broke open the cookie.

“See? There it is.” Sally Ann watched Hasil pull out the thin white strip of paper. “You know how to make it more fun?” she asked.

He laughed and handed her the paper. “No.”

“Say 'in bed’ right after I read your fortune.”

Hasil looked a little confused, but nodded.

“Okay. Ready? 'An unexpected relationship will become permanent…’”

“In bed,” Hasil added quickly.

Sally Ann rolled on the floor laughing.

Hasil scratched his head, more humored by Sally Ann’s reaction than the actual fortune. “Well we did make a baby in bed and tha’s pretty damn permanent.” He ran his hand over his mustache. “Open yours.”

She composed herself and cracked open her cookie. “'Tell them what you really think. Otherwise nothing will change… ’”

“In bed.” He chuckled. “These cookies are pretty smart.” He leaned over onto all fours to give her a kiss. “Thanks for dinner. Thanks for makin’ our place nice and clean too.” He kissed her again. Longer this time. Her eyes stayed closed a few seconds after he pulled away. “Tell me what ya really think,” he said with a small grin.

“I think… I like that. And I’d like some more… after you shower.”

He tapped the side of her jaw. “Sounds good to me.” He got up and took a few steps toward the bathroom before pausing. “Hey we gotta pay for that shower water?”

Sally Ann gathered up their dishes and put them in the sink. “Yeah. We gotta pay for everything.”

He shrugged. “Then what do you say we knock out two showers in one?”

She rolled her eyes at his suggestive tone, but couldn’t deny that he had a good point. “Okay, but no funny business or we’ll end up usin’ more than we would separately.”

Hasil shrugged. “There ain’t nothin’ funny 'bout what I was thinkin’.”

Sally Ann could feel heat rush her cheeks as she smiled and shook her head at her guy. “You know what I mean Hasil. I’ll be in there in a second.” She cleaned up the remains of their dinner and went to meet him in the bathroom. His dirty clothes were in a neat little pile on the floor and she could see his handsome silhouette through the shower curtain.

“C'mon in,” he called. “This thing here is 'bout one of the best inventions y'all got. This and Chinese food.”

“I don’t know if you can really call Chinese food an invention exactly. Maybe the fortune cookies.”

“That don’t make no sense.”

Sally Ann laughed. “Yeah it does.” She climbed in the shower behind him and gasped when the water touched her skin. Chill bumps quickly spread over her entire body. “Hasil this water is freezing! Do you not know you can make it warm?” She reached over and turned the dial toward hot.

“What ya talkin’ 'bout? I did make it warm. And holy—”

She watched as Hasil squirmed and bounced around to get from beneath what he registered as very, very hot water.

“Holy hell woman. How are ya’ standin’ in that?”

“It’s not even that hot.” She laughed at the way he reached his arm around and tried to adjust the temperature without letting the water touch him. They fought back and forth until they both realized a compromise would never be found. There was nothing sexy about the way they quickly scrubbed down and got out.



Sally Ann collapsed onto the mattress and watched Hasil gather up the trash to take out. She’d forgotten to pick up a waste bin while she was shopping earlier.

“Be right back,” he said before disappearing out the front door. He returned just a couple of minutes later. “Kinda thought you’d be asleep before I got back.” He locked the door and stepped out of his boots.

Sally Ann snuggled into the clean sheets. “No. I’m beat, but not super sleepy yet.”

“Yeah, well you did a lot today.”

“So did you.”

He nodded and pulled his tank top over his head. “It’s 'bout to rain.”

“Good. I like rainy nights.” She reached an arm out toward him. “Come get in bed.”

He smirked at her and did as he was told. She was resting on her side and he matched his body behind hers like a puzzle piece. They lay in silence for several minutes until thunder rolled and the sky broke open.

“There’s the rain,” Sally Ann said.

“There’s the rain.”

She pulled on his arm a little so he’d wrap it tighter around her. “Hasil?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad you’re here with me. I know how hard it was to leave your family.”

“It was hard…” He paused. “It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but it was also one of the easiest. If tha’ makes any sense.”

Sally Ann hoped he’d elaborate, and after a few moments, he did.

“Ya see, my family is up on tha’ mountain…But it’s also here.” He shifted his arm so that his hand rested over her lower belly. “And here.” He gently kissed the back of her neck. “And it’s here.” He moved his mouth to her exposed shoulder and pressed his lips to her skin again. “And here.” He continued to plant kisses on every bit of her skin that he could reach, his tickly mustache forcing giggles out of her as he did. “I’ll take care of ya,” he whispered in her ear as she settled down.

“I’ll take care of you, too.”



Hasil woke up in the middle of the night sprawled across the middle of the mattress. He sat up and looked around in the darkness. “Sally Ann?”

She didn’t answer, but he could see that the light was on in the bathroom. He stood and parted the blinds to look outside. The rain was coming down in sheets. He watched it as he waited for Sally Ann to come out. When she didn’t show after a few minutes, he went and gently knocked on the door. “Sally Ann? You okay?”

“Yeah…”

“You don’t sound okay.” He tried turning the door knob, but it was locked. “Sally Ann open the door.”

“Hasil go back to sleep. You don't—” Her words were exchanged for forceful heaving.

He knocked on the door again. “Sally Ann come on. Don’t be hard headed. Let me in.”

The only response was the sound of her puking into the toilet bowl and it made Hasil wish he were home up the mountain. Not because he wanted to be away from her, but because it’d be so much easier to help. She wouldn’t be able to lock herself away from him and he’d be able to dig up some fresh ginger root and make some tea to settle her stomach. He walked to the kitchen to get her a glass of water instead.

“Sally Ann open the door,” he said when he returned.

“Hasil I’m fine really.” He’d never seen her sick before. They’d been dealing with so much hard reality. She just wanted to preserve a little bit of the fairytale.

He stared at the thin wooden door thinking about how easy it’d be to just bust it open, but he couldn’t do that because fixing it would cost money they didn’t have. He drummed on the door frame as he thought about what he could say to get her to let him in. He knocked yet again when the words came to him. “I know you didn’t forget that quick, Sally Ann.”

The toilet flushed. “Forget what?”

“The las’ thing we said ta one another before we fell asleep.”

There was a pause, some rustling, and the sound of the door unlocking. She stood there looking sweaty and miserable.

“You gon let me take care of ya?”

She nodded and returned to her spot on the floor near the toilet. Hasil dampened a clean washcloth with cool water and sat on the edge of the tub. She leaned back against his knees and let him place the cloth on her forehead. “How long you been in here like this?”

She closed her eyes and tried to breathe through the queasy feeling in her stomach. “I dunno. Maybe an hour?”

“What’s got ya sick? The Chinese food or the baby?”

“Pretty sure it’s the baby.”

“Well that ain’t very nice of him.”

She cracked a small smile.

“We’re gonna have t’ work on his manners. Here, drink some water.” He watched her take a few small sips and then encouraged her to take a few more.

“Do you think it’s a boy?” she asked.

He thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess that’s what I’ve been imaginin’, but I think I’d be pretty taken by a little baby girl that looks just like you.”

Sally Ann leaned over the toilet and hurled again.

“I mean maybe not like ya in this exact momen’—”

She reached behind herself to slap at him as she continued to be sick.

“I’m just teasin’,” he said as he rubbed her back.

It was another hour before the nausea faded. Sally Ann fell asleep with her head in his lap. He sat there on the bathroom floor for a while. He looked at the peeling paint on the walls, listened to the sound of the rain, felt the rise and fall of Sally Ann’s chest against his legs and was content. Soon his own eyes grew heavy, so he carefully lifted Sally Ann from the ground and carried her back to bed with him. “We’ll be alrigh’,” he said aloud before falling back asleep.

this is your friendly reminder that madeleine miller described achilles’s skin as “the color of just-pressed olive oil” and that briseis’s skin was supposedly “deep brown”

this is also a friendly reminder that odysseus was described as having “curling hair” and “dark brown flesh”

just something to think about before you go on with your fancasts

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ASTRO as cinnamon rolls [x]

Happy Un-Valentine's Day [EdmundxF!Reader] [Modern!AU Drabble]

I don’t really think much of Valentine’s Day, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give my lovely tumblr followers a Valentine’s Gift :3

[If you actually enjoy my writing, feel free to request something! ^^]

Happy Un-Valentine’s Day

A/N: Horizontal Line means Time Skip

Edmund peeked an eye open at the annoying light that managed to squeeze itself through the tiny gap in his closed curtains. He considered getting up, but besides the fact that he just didn’t want to, he was trapped in a tangle of limbs. He looked down at the (h/c) haired girl in his arms, who was still snoring slightly and pulled her closer to him with a kiss to her head. He’d just started to drift off back to sleep, but his phone decided it had other plans and started to blare an obnoxiously loud pop song through his room. With a groan, he blindly reached behind him to find the annoying device, all the while cursing his little sister for messing with his ringtones again. In the meantime, (y/n) had curled up with a moan and had her head buried under a pillow. When Edmund finally got a hold of the still ringing phone and checked the caller-ID he wanted to throw it against the nearest wall. With a growl, he accepted the video call, his big brother’s smiling face popping up on the little screen.

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anonymous asked:

im in a binge eating episode rn (i have anorexia) and like? theres no irl food near me and im looking thru ur blog and suffering and im about to eat my house and phone because i want to eat everything on ur blog ^^;;

Ahhh gosh! I’m sorry!! I reblog so much good looking food too, gosh (。ŏ﹏ŏ)

I always tag it in case you decide you don’t wanna see it anymore!

Alright dudes here’s my meeting AJ post here goes nothing.
SO my sister my mom and I were going for brunch on the upper west side and I was being grumpy because I just wanted to grab a scone. We walked in the place and had to stand on a line but then I looked at this tall, fluffy coat wearing man and the color just drained from my face. So I called my two pals asking whether AJ was in New York still and it was true. It was him standing five feet away from me and I nearly died. After taking creepy pictures of him which I will not post because they’re creepy, he sat down with his sister or friend and I sat at another end where I could see him thank goodness. I waited until after he finished brunch and I made myself go over and ask “excuse me are you AJ from ukiss?” He was so shocked that I recognized him and I thought he was mad but he was just surprised and was really nice and he agreed to a picture! His friend/sister took it and she was very nice too. I made sure to thank him and say sorry for interrupting but I didn’t take up too much time. The food was really good too so it was a good morning.
I don’t think that girl was his girlfriend or anything so no rumors! She was really cool but I’m pretty sure it was his sister they were close but not relationship ish.
Sorry if this post was a mess I’m on mobile and still in shock.