three spaghettis

Comic N-040 “Comfy doesn’t have a T and I’m distressed”

This comic is dedicated to my dog who has started faking wanting to go out so she can steal my spot. Boo, I love you but you’re a jerk.

Lose Yourself // Jeff Atkins

A/N: I know it’s not in order of the prompt list, but this is the one I had inspiration for, and the only one I’ve felt proud of in a while.

Named After:  There’s literally one line in here that made me think “Mom’s spaghetti”

“Best three out of five!” Clay whined.

The two of you had rock, paper, scissored over who was on bathroom duty for the end of both of your shifts. The alternative and clearly better option was working the concession.

“C’mon Jensen, I won twice…” 

You couldn’t hide the grin on your face. You’d lost this game for about two weeks straight between him and Hannah. 

“Out of five.” 

“Out of three. The mop is in the closet.”

Clay rolled his eyes, sighing as he went into the back room. Hannah, on the other hand, was working the ticket booth. A job, the three of you had already pulled straws for. 

You smiled to yourself watching Clay sulk away when you moved behind the counter. 

Ten minutes left in your shift and it was going pretty well, not as busy as it normally was on a Friday night, no screaming middle schoolers, no crying babies, just you, the popcorn machine, and the elderly couples that pulled at your heart strings.

You’d been dating Jeff Atkins for four years before everything went to shit. Before you’d caught him, tongue down some cheerleader’s throat, hand on her ass, touching her like he’d touched you the night before.

The worst part about losing Jeff was that you not only lost your boyfriend. You lost your best friend. You lost the only person in the world who knew you inside out, who knew that you’d once seen Mamma Mia seven times in one week, who knew that your ultimate dream job was to be second string at the World Cup, who knew that when you were angry you were ruthless. 

He tried. He tried calling, texting, tried to catch you at your shifts at work. But you were just as cold as he expected. You blocked his number and changed your whole schedule just to avoid him. 

Truth be told, seeing him with someone else, it broke you. 

You were in love with him. And he chose someone else. 

So you deleted any and all memories of him. Couple photos, trashed. Best friend photos, in a box in the back of your closet. All of his clothing over the years, returned.

It was hard, to say the least. Hard to be so cold to someone who once gave you so much warmth. You’d given up on love ever since.

The buzz of your phone in your back pocket pulled you out of your vacant stare. You glanced around, making sure your supervisor wasn’t anywhere near before checking your text.

Hannah Banana Baker: Head’s up. He who shall not be named in 30 seconds.

Your head shot up from your phone to see the boy standing across from you. 

“Wow… I’m Voldemort now, huh?” Jeff teased, eyes glancing up from your screen as he tried to lighten the mood between the two of you.

He looked…good. Nowhere near as if he’d been crying for two weeks straight like you did. Say something. He was wearing his letterman jacket. The one you considered keeping because it made you feel just as safe as Jeff did. Say something. You could tell he was getting a haircut in a few days. He always let it flop down, covering his forehead, a few days before. Just so he didn't “waste product on hair that was getting cut”. Say something. You always liked it a little better that way. When he didn’t look so perfect. Say something!

A breathy, “Hey.” falls from your lips before you could think of a witty response to his question.

“Hey.” Jeff offers you a sheepish smile, as though to somehow pull attention away from the fact that you hadn’t seen him outside of school, where you avoided him.


“No yeah, you said that.” he laughs, briefly. His eyes trying to connect with yours.

You glanced over at the girl, the girl, who stole him from you, holding onto his arm, trying to ignore the whole interaction. What did she have that you didn’t? You knew him better than anyone. You were the perfect girlfriend. 


Your eyes snapped back to him and you let out a fake cough.

“Yeah. Hey.”

“I thought we already did that.” 

“Right. Um- what would you like?” you offered, trying to swallow down the golf ball sized lump in your throat. 

You glance away from him, fingernails, nervously, tapping at the glass below.

“I’ll take-”

“Fries and an Arnold Palmer.” you interrupt. “What is she having?” you tilt your head over in her direction.

Jeff’s mouth opens a little bit, and for some stupid reason, he’s surprised you remembered what he liked. He thought you’d deleted everything about him.

“Y/N WHERE ARE THE-” Clay shouts from across the room, only stopping himself when he sees the baseball player. “Jeff. Hey!”

“What’s up man” Jeff replies casually. As if he wasn’t prolonging the most awkward moment of your life. 

“Nothing, I’m good…Y/N you wanna do out of five?”

For once in your life, you were happy to say that Clay Jensen was not oblivious to feelings. 

You shook your head, determined you could get through this, but offered the boy a smile for being so considerate. 

“Okay…um- gloves?” 

“Top shelf, to the right.”

You turned your attention back to the baseball player who had broken your heart, who was now whispering to his…new girlfriend.

“Babe, you wanna grab us some seats. I’ll just meet you inside?” Jeff asked, more of a forced suggestion than a thoughtful question.

She nods quickly, placing a kiss on his cheek before heading into theater number 3. 

He turns back to you once she’s out of sight, hand running through his already messy hair. 

“Can we talk?” he asked.

Jeff was going out on a limb here. He hadn’t heard from you since you left his stuff on his porch and told him to never talk to you again. For fucks sake, he missed you. He missed you so much it hurt. 

He made a mistake, a huge one. And honestly, the girl, whose name was Alyssa or Alexis, he could never remember, was nothing more than a rebound. 

You sighed, gritting your teeth. “What does she want, Jeff.” 

You didn’t want to talk about it. It had been two months since you’d last talked to him, and now he had you near tears with just his presence. 

Jeff’s fingers gripped the surface between the two of you as he tried to break through the walls you had set up.

“Please. Y/N.” 

His voice broke, mid-sentence, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him and never let go. But you knew better than that. So you huffed, blinking back the tears at the brim of your eyes, and asked him the same question once more. 

“What- What does she want.”

“I want you back.”

You swore your heart stopped beating when you heard those words. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to come in here, throw his feelings on the table, and leave you to wipe away at the tears now falling down your face.

You turned away from him, moving to get him the fries he always ordered.

“You’re on a date right now, Jeff, are you fucking kidding me.” 

The three packets of ketchup, landed right next to the box, as you threw them onto the counter.

“I- I know- I just, I haven’t been able to talk to you Y/N. I miss you. I miss you so fucking much and-”

You drowned out the sound of his stupid apology as you filled his cup halfway with ice. The soda machine hummed as you focused on filling his drink exactly the way he used to like it. 60% Lemonade. 40% Iced Tea.

Jeff clenched his jaw, waiting for you to finish before attempting to talk to you again. 

“And- and I just want you in my life again. Girlfriend. Best friend. Mortal Enemy. I’ll take anything. I just want you, need you, to come back.”

You bit your lip, hoping it would stop you from crying as hard as you knew you wanted to. You placed his drink on the counter and moved to fill a medium bag of popcorn for his date, Alyssa Callahan. You may or may not have stalked her after the rumor spread around school that they were hooking up.

“I miss my girlfriend who would always play at least one NSYNC song when she had control of the aux cord. I miss the best friend that stayed up with me to help me study. Even though you had a test too. I miss you. I do.” Jeff cried out. 

His palms are sweaty. Jeff never had to beg for a girl’s attention in his entire life. But now? Now he’d do anything to have you even just say ‘hi’ in the hallways. He knows it sounds stupid. He knows he’s an asshole for saying all this while you were at work and he was on a date. But this is his one shot, one opportunity, and he was going to take it.

You slammed the bag down, popcorn tumbling down the sides of the bag as you moved to get her a drink. She seemed like a lemonade type of girl. 

Answer me, Y/N.” Jeff pleaded, ignoring how desperate he felt. 

You placed a cap on her drink and moved it with the rest of the food before looking back up at him.

“You know what I miss, Jeff?” you asked, punching a few buttons at the cash register. 

“I miss. The boy that told me-” you stopped yourself mid-sentence, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes as you pulled a twenty out of your pocket. 

“I miss the boy that told me he loved me…” 

You placed the cash into the register, slamming it shut with a bang. 

“And told me- he would never hurt me.” 

The receipt tore from the machine and crumbled within the fist your hand made. 

“But. Obviously. That’s not you.”

It swished in the trashcan below you, and you shoved everything a few inches closer to Jeff.

Jeff was looking at you, as distressed as you were the day after your break up. His eyes were glazed with tears that had yet to fall, Adam’s apple bobbed as he restrained himself from responding. He picked up everything you’d placed in front of him one at a time. 

“It’s on the house. Enjoy your movie” you emphasize with a forced smile. 

Jeff turns, nodding, knowing that he lost you and enters into the theater. 

It isn’t until you can’t see him, that you walk yourself to the bathroom, lock yourself in a stall, and fall to your knees. Letting out the sobs that were scratching at the back of your throat until your shift ended. 


Here it is. The big Dad Harold fic, and the sandbox in which I usually play in when H has a kid. Or, at least, I loosely borrow from it. This one is my favorite, although it was only the 3rd or 4th thing I ever wrote, and… he’s my favorite? I love him? Be gentle? Treat him well? Also: I hope he accepts my sincerest apologies. 

A word: each thing with this sandbox could be the endpoint. But each thing… will likely not be the endpoint. There’s a part two of the official two part installment, and then after that… well, you’ll see. Enjoy! x.

P.S. I’m not from London and I’ve never bene, but I think this is how snowstorms go in a lot of places with public transit, so….

This is the storm of the season. At least, that’s what the weatherman kept saying when you left home that afternoon. And, navigating the winding streets, you have to agree that this was the nastiest one you can remember in awhile. You have slipped three times from the exit of the tube to the front door of Harry’s building and your knuckles are white from clenching fists so tightly to steel your nerves. You stomp your boots inside the lobby and nod to the concierge who is quite used to you popping in and out every other weekend.

The elevator ride to the thirteenth floor is short, if ear-popping, and you rap with icy fingers on his door. A few moments later there was a click of the lock and the door opens to reveal Harry.

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Saul Leiter     Self-portrait     Undated

“I am not immersed in self-admiration. When I am listening to Vivaldi or Japanese music or making spaghetti at three in the morning and realize that I don’t have the proper sauce for it, fame is of no use. The other way to put it is that I don’t have a talent for narcissism. Or, to put it yet another way, the mirror is not my best friend.” Saul Leiter, 2009

This is probably just me

But can you imagine Frisk, Six, and Fran all Meeting one another and telling eachother their stories? Like Six telling them about the Maw and Fran being the first person other besides (maybe?) the Runaway to think she’s normal? Frisk has the happier story and is excited to meet Itward? I can just imagine them sitting in a living room talking to one another about their stories. Fran is much more cheerful and talkative than Frisk and Six. Fran is like that friend who pushes you to do something fun whether you want to or not. Frisk is the quiet friend with a big family that will beat you no matter what you say about Frisk and her friends. Six is the badass friend that is scared to be friends with Fran and Frisk at first mostly because of the sucking the soul out of people thing. Frisk andFran don’t care and they are best friends. No one can conVINCE ME OTHERWISE!

Seokjin; head chef, little chef

✉in which Seokjin’s the head chef and you’re the little chef 
❝i have a thing with making them already together, imsry
►2417 words | scenario, chef!au

Originally posted by hob-e

“I need two grilled salmon, one roasted chicken and one steamed fish—names and dishes,” The head chef calls out just as he receives the tiny piece of paper from the waiter, the encoding of the dishes translates to words in his mind and he says it out into words. One girl on the other end calls out to grill both salmons, the lad beside her calls to help prepare for the sides and someone on the other end yells for the steamed fish. He scans around and notices how it’s quiet after that, one dish left and you decide to raise your hand, “R-Roasted chicken, head chef,”

He turns to give you a look before he nods, crossing out the list before he receives another, and by the time he’s calling out and checking for another batch of orders, you’re rushing to get out at least five entries because being a new chef means doing more work—as so the system was around here. Everyone that’s been helping you out so far with additional tips, proper etiquette and whatnot because being a newbie especially in one of Seoul’s top restaurants… is a big deal. No one likes being the new lamb in a lion den but then again, who does? So when Namjoon’s hooked you up for a chance of a lifetime to work alongside head chef Kim Seokjin, one of Korea’s gems of preparing such heavenly dishes known worldwide, you were so close to losing your shit.

Until, of course, you actually met him and his pretty boy face is not something people should underestimate him for. He’s a more refined character if compared to Gordon Ramsay, collected and calm but his tone will roast you and his words will burn your skull if you make a mistake—and let’s just say, within the past few weeks, you’ve been roasted left, right, front and back to the point where if you fuck up this roast chicken, he’ll fuck you up, for sure.

Your partner, or at least, the person sharing the same station as you, Jimin, leans over and checks on you every now and then, making sure you don’t do anything wrong because he’s a friend of Namjoon’s, now a friend of yours, definitely someone important to Seokjin as well so he just wants to keep you in check.

“Don’t do that,” Jimin says, swiping the pan away from you before pointing his eyes at the microwave, “Use that,”

“But it’ll take a longer time,” You mutter under your breath, complying with what he tells you to do anyway and Jimin makes an effort to tug you by the sleeve, whispering into your ear, “This is the proper way or else Seokjin will hunt you down—you can’t get caught again,”


“Is there a problem?” A voice asks and you clench your eyes the same time Jimin curses, shit.

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The soon dead/sleepover/weirdos Kid, Apoo, Hawkins alliance requested by darkcollection26


“put on your uniform”
* sans handed you “sick threads” …dope…

the initiation ritual was to eat three plates of spaghetti in one sitting

          “i won a car? oh, ignis is gonna be thrilled.”  noctis looks at the volksbaagen baatle parked in the lot of hummingbird hotel contemplatively.  “but i don’t really need a car and a scooter.”  maybe he’ll give it to someone else.

Family au headcanons

related to the ideas @arcticfoxbear and I came up with inspired by @artbygraham ’s adorable pictures

● Shiro can cook exactly three things. Omurice, spaghetti, and, oddly enough, chicken parmesan. Everything else comes out of boxes or cans. He thought he was getting by pretty well until the third week after his impromptu wedding when he realizes “Wow, how did I survive college on that diet”.

○ The first time there was a thunderstorm in the night, up on the mountain, Hunk thought it was an earthquake and ran outside, convinced the house was going to collapse on them all. It took the adults twelve minutes to find him in the dark and rain. It took two more minutes to convince him to come back inside.

●Y'all remember Mai from My Neighbor Totoro? The baby sister? Yeah, that’s pretty much Lance. Except he has a slightly wider mischievous streak than Mai. He also really looks up to Keith, because Keith is “the big kid”. Somehow, that translated in Lance’s preschool mind to “have to beat him at everything”.

○Pidge fits in a lot of places she shouldn’t. Coran has found her on windowsills, inside cabinets, under the sink. Once they found her sitting on top of the icebox with the black cat that unceremoniously moved in. That gave them all a fright. She’s very sure-footed for a two year old, and Shiro and Allura are a little worried about what’s going to happen when she’s tall enough to reach the door handles.

●Keith wants to be Just Like Shiro, all the time. Shiro shaves in the morning? Keith wants a “razor” too. Shiro kisses Allura on the cheek at breakfast every day? Keith will push a chair across the floor and stand on it so he can do the same. And of course, whatever Keith does, Lance does, and the chain of copycats usually ends in a small scuffle.

○Allura doesn’t ask about Shiro’s scars, and he doesn’t ask about hers. But sometimes she thinks that at least she remembers where hers came from. Between the pair of them, they’ve staved off most of the nightmares, but she worries that one day one of the kids will catch them in a flashback and she’ll have to explain it.

●Coran thinks of Allura and Shiro as his own kids, though he plays the role of the jovial uncle with more ease. He cried at their wedding, even though it was just a tiny civil ceremony. He does most of the cooking, because a 22 year old and a 23 year old focusing on four kids under the age of 6 won’t always be thinking of which foods to use.

○When Lance turns four, there is a large, smokey grey-blue cat sitting on his pillow when he wakes. He thinks Allura and Shiro have decided to let him have a cat after all. (Before living with them, Lance grew up expecting birthday presents to be things like a piece of candy or a toy car. His family was not well-to-do.) There’s a piece of paper on her leg that he thinks is a card, but he can’t read it. He doesn’t know why Shiro makes him wait on the other side of the room while he takes the tag off, or why Shiro has to sit down after, but it turns out the cat has a very similar personality to Lance. Go outside and hunt snails? A wonderful idea!

●The black cat is perfectly capable of hunting his own food. However, he won’t deny a certain satisfaction to finding a bit of meat or rice on a little tin plate that Shiro and Allura leave just inside the back door. They have no idea how he gets in when they know all the doors and windows are shut, but they know he’ll find the plate anyway.

Parks and Recreation Masterpost

Season One

  1. Pilot 
  2. Canvassing 
  3. The Reporter 
  4. Boys’ Club 
  5. The Banquet 
  6. Rock Show

Season Two

  1. Pawnee Zoo 
  2. The Stakeout 
  3. Beauty Pageant 
  4. Practice Date 
  5. Sister City 
  6. Kaboom 
  7. Greg Pikitis 
  8. Ron and Tammy 
  9. The Camel 
  10. Hunting Trip 
  11. Tom’s Divorce 
  12. Christmas Scandal
  13. The Set Up 
  14. Leslie’s House 
  15. Sweetums 
  16. Galentine’s Day 
  17. Woman of the Year 
  18. The Possum 
  19. Park Safety 
  20. Summer Catalog 
  21. Meetings 
  22. Telethon 
  23. The Master Plan 
  24. Freddy Spaghetti

Season Three

  1. Go Big or Go Home 
  2. Flu Season 
  3. Time Capsule 
  4. Ron & Tammy: Part Two 
  5. Media Blitz 
  6. Indianapolis 
  7. Harvest Festival 
  8. Camping 
  9. Fancy Party 
  10. Soulmates 
  11. Jerry’s Painting
  12. Eagleton 
  13. The Fight 
  14. Road Trip 
  15. The Bubble 
  16. Li’l Sebastian

Season Four

  1. I’m Leslie Knope 
  2. Ron & Tammys 
  3. Born & Raised 
  4. Pawnee Rangers 
  5. Meet n Greet 
  6. End of the World 
  7. The Treaty 
  8. Smallest Park 
  9. The Trial Of Leslie Knope 
  10. Citizen Knope 
  11. The Comeback Kid 
  12. Campaign Ad 
  13. Bowling For Votes 
  14. Operation Ann 
  15. Dave Returns 
  16. Sweet Sixteen 
  17. Campaign Shake-Up 
  18. Lucky 
  19. Live Ammo 
  20. The Debate 
  21. Bus Tour 
  22. Win, Lose or Draw

Season Five

  1. Ms. Knope Goes To Washington
  2. Soda Tax 
  3. How a Bill Becomes a Law 
  4. Sex Education 
  5. Halloween Surprise 
  6. Ben’s Parents 
  7. Leslie vs April 
  8. Pawnee Commons 
  9. Ron and Diane 
  10. Two Parties 
  11. Women In Garbage 
  12. Ann’s Decision 
  13. Emergency Response 
  14. Leslie and Ben 
  15. Correspondents’ Lunch 
  16. Bailout
  17. Partridge 
  18. Animal Control 
  19. Article Two 
  20. Jerry’s Retirement 
  21. Swing Vote
  22. Are You Better Off

Season Six

  1. /  2. London
  1. The Pawnee-Eagleton Tip Off Classic 
  2. Doppelgängers
  3. Gin It Up! 
  4. Filibuster
  5. Recall Vote 
  6. Fluoride
  7. The Cones of Dunshire
  8. Second Chance 
  9. New Beginnings
  10. Farmers Market
  11. Ann and Chris 
  12. Anniversaries 
  13. The Wall
  14. New Slogan 
  15. Galentine’s Day
  16. Prom 
  17. Flu Season 2 
  18. One in 8,000 
  19. /  22.  Moving Up


Three words: Shrimps Nutmeg Cilantro . Hi! My name is Nadia and i’m addicted to pasta. So my friend and fellow pasta lover suggested a post on it ASAP and I Immediately altered what I had planned next without thinking twice. Why? Because pasta always comes first, duhhh. Initially, I wanted to make it with grilled shrimps on the side but I ended up with these tiny ones instead (really annoying story) so I just mildly spiced and seared them in a pan. I made the spaghetti really saucy using a strict selection of ingredients including lots of tomatoes and the aforementioned ones that stole the show .Tasted like a party in my mouth.