tiny sandwich

for the hundred thousandth time

okay so i’m beginning to believe i was born asleep and still haven’t woken up, or still caught in a day dream where my name is the answer to all your security questions. okay. a thousand years of wondering and all i can come up with is that you fell in love with me at a picnic in my imagination. the lemonade we always talk about swimming in sugar and tiny handmade sandwiches from my kitchen, your favorite, extra pickle. don’t forget about the pickles. of course the clouds march in stomping out the sunshine, of course. it was dark and there was lightning so much lightning. don’t be scared just now darling don’t be scared. in the middle of the night we only talk about your version of the story. how i’d ask you to stay, asking you to tell me what’s real asking you with my hands asking you with maps, a country called please listen to me, you should know by now that it is an island too far to sail to according to you. i know i know, who dared name an ocean lonely when all the ships are sinking. we can go back we can turn around where the sky is the gentlest shade lavender, we can go back and have a conversation that has never happened before. when everything is the color of day old bruises i won’t let you down. i promise when i get home i will count every freckle every one. when i get home can we open one of those mason jars full of fresh air because i can’t breathe. i remember that day, although i pretend it was more recent than it was. you were there in a swell of green grass in a dress that makes me blush, and there i was blushing. i’m not sure how i made it out alive, skipping the part in the song where you, long gone come busting through a doorway, through the well air conditioned living room and and across the kitchen tile, to the refrigerator where just like in elementary school, my fourth grade heart wrote all your favorite things on flash cards in the blackest magic marker so i could memorize the things that made you happiest. and you turning around in slow motion to see my face, or where my face should be, the only expression i can make anymore, realizing that you realized that i only ever wanted to be something that made you happy. suddenly you’re tired, and i’m tired too, goodnight goodnight, i’m falling asleep because it’s the only thing that doesn’t burn. i’m falling asleep to go back again. everything glitches and i’m underneath your perfect teeth. you say “I would never hurt you” and i say “just like that?” and the layer starts over again, always back to the moment i asked you in my bravest of voices if i could hold your hand. you probably don’t remember that moment, or maybe you do but don’t particularly share the same sentiment over its importance. you see, i’m always fine until the part where i have to say it out loud, and then time stops. i have always wanted to tell you that something happened inside me that night and now i’m not the same me as i was before. so if you ever cross a bridge. if you ever get my voicemail, if you need me, i’ll be sketching up the dramatic parts in my head and they’ll happen just the way i imagined just you wait you wait. the last scene the very last one, the bottom layer, knee deep in mud knee deep in i told you so, you say “i would never hurt you” and instead of saying “just like that” i reach up to kiss you and the room evaporates. so if you want lemonade and bedtime stories, if i can make a believer out of you, if you want bucketfuls of november if you want grace if you want the courage it takes to ask for grace, you’re over the train tracks you’re almost home you’re almost there. what else can you say besides “okay pumpkin okay sweetheart, in my head everything was beautiful, the doorway now filled with people who send you birthday cards saying welcome back welcome home we’ve missed you, hello. hello. the time spent waiting, chorus of rain, i only invited you over so we could make perfect sense. i only gave my hands away because you didn’t want them anymore. and days later a man with a shark tooth necklace asked if i was okay and i lost it i just lost it. all the little red bricks with their little names carved into them, how they don’t feel comfortable under your feet, how there were hundreds of flowers but somehow we took a picture of the same one the very same one, and how we can’t talk about things like that anymore, how i was sitting on a bench and i didn’t hear you call my name, shaking hands on accident with your parents hello sir hello mam, your daughter is my favorite ghost.

Clint Barton being a dad, though. Clint coming home between SHIELD missions and immediately taking over diaper duty because Laura deserves a break, she did it the entire time he was gone.

Clint knowing all about My Little Pony because he watches it with his kids. Clint needing to bite his tongue when someone at SHIELD tries to make a MLP joke because HER NAME IS APPLEJACK AND YOU GOT THE ACCENT ALL WRONG YOU LOSER.

Clint cutting grilled cheese sandwiches into tiny triangles because duh dad, they taste better this way.

The kids know that if they ask, Dad will build them LITERALLY ANYTHING. But he will always check with mom first which is why they don’t have a pumpkin cannon for their treehouse yet.

Clint going to every single school event, sports game or lesson while he’s at home.

Clint has years of experience with carpooling, which made flying the Avengers around in the quinjet a piece of cake. (He never has to scold anyone for getting gum in their hair. Not that that hasn’t happened, but they’re grownups and they can just deal with that themselves.)

Clint singing the kids to sleep. Clint telling bedtime stories that are really ‘have I told you about the time Iron Man tried to put rollerskates on his suit?’

Clint being annoyed because Natasha is way better at dad-jokes than him.

Clint has only once used his Dad Voice during a SHIELD mission. It got three first-timers to stop freaking out and get out alive.

Clint’s only allowed to take the kids clothes shopping if he promises that they will come back with at least one item that isn’t 1) purple or 2) brown plaid.

Clint’s kids have all the Avengers Action Figures. It was probably Fury’s fault. Aunt Nat is their favourite action figure and she gets the best adventures.

Clint telling the kids to eat their vegetables because Aunt Nat and Captain America eat their vegetables, don’t you want to be an Avenger?

Omg. You have no idea how happy I was that they liked the idea of “Honey we shrunk the Impala.”

Fun fact is I had no idea what Jensen was doing. Jared got the tiny Impala and was having so much fun with it so I didn’t even realize the other Impala was in front of me. So glad they both had fun with it, now that I can see Jensen.

And I’m all omg I can’t believe I’m here *fangirls*

Rajigaze Sep 16

(The theme for September is food!)

Reita: Is there a food you wanna eat right now?

Aoi: I want soft serve ice cream.

Reita: Oh nice~

Aoi: Yeah, I know, and I want that one that has…what’s it called, langue de chat? In the place of a cone.

Reita: Oh, Cremia?

Aoi: Yeah, yeah

Reita: It’s soo good, have you had it?

Aoi: I have!

Reita: I’ve only had it once, but it’s so good eh

Aoi: It really is.

Reita: You know, using langue de chat for the cone, I think it was really a spark of genius. Why didn’t they do that earlier?

Aoi: Yeah I know!

Reita: Like at 100yen shops they often have choco langue de chat right (*it’s like this tube of lil tiny sandwich cookies with cream inside)

Aoi: Yeah yeah yeah

Reita: And the cookie part of it, right, that’s called langue de chat, right

Aoi: Yeah, I think so.

Reita: Why don’t they make more stuff like that…it’s so good, that combo.

Aoi: (whispering) Ughh it’s so good~ 

Reita: But it’s expensive eh? It’s like, 500yen maybe?

Aoi: Yeah, it is.

Reita: Well I mean, for us it’s expensive. For the leader…

Aoi: Oh, psh, he could buy the whole store.

(both laugh)

Reita: Ahh I like – Creamia? Creamia? What’s it called? Cremia? (*it’s called Cremia lol)

Aoi: What’s it called again…

Reita: But the places that sell it are pretty limited no?

Aoi: Hm, maybe. Well I mean, I live in the city so…

(both laugh)

Aoi: They have them.

Reita: Oh, I see. There’s a place near you?

Aoi: Yeah yeah yeah

Reita: Oh by the way, can you do takeout at that place?

Aoi: Yeah, it’s actually inside a clothing store.

Reita: Oh, no kidding!


Aoi: Yeah.

Reita: Oh really? And they only sell Cremia?

Aoi: Yeah, it’s like on the side of a coffee-shop kinda place, and they sell it there.

Reita: Oh nicee~

Aoi: (whispering) It’s sooo goooood…

Reita: But if you eat that,

Aoi: (still whispering) Yesss…

Reita: You can’t eat 100yen soft cream anymore eh

Aoi: Um I can

(both laugh)

Day 22:

My second full day in Timisoara. Again i had a bit of a lie in, trying to relax and a saw most of the city sights the day before. so i left the hostel about 12.30pm and headed out to get some food. The free map i was given by the hostel is essentially a map of all the best places to eat and drink in the city, so ive just been following that advice, and it didnt once fail me. For my brunch i went to this tiny shop that made sandwiches and for 20 lei ( £4) i got the biggest and most filling sandwich i have ever eaten. i was starving when i arrived but it was a struggle to finish. it was basically a huge tuna steak in a spicy ginger and soy sauce, with a load of fried onions and other salady things in there. Possibly the best sandwich ive had in a long time, i couldnt fault it. I then just wandered aimlessly around for a while, seeing other, slightly less scenic parts of the town than the day before, and then heading back to the hostel for a bit.

When back at the hostel i then realised i had an email telling me to complete another part of an application for a gin company internship i had applied for months before and completely forgotten about. It involved going and reviewing on social media a gin i had never tried before. The problem with this being Romanians arent really big gin drinkers and all i had seen so far in bars was gordons or beefeater. But i found and irish pub that did Monkey 47 ( a german gin) so i went and sampled that! While there i met a lovely pair of friends from essex who were also drinking at the bar, who gave me some company for a few hours as i didnt really know anyone at the hostel. They all only seemed to speak Spanish for some reason. it was pretty odd.

all in all a very relaxing, chill day

4

I’m back with some doodles I made today!!! HEYO ALL! How’s it been? 

tried a bit different drawing style on ford this time, and rly liking how my bros tf2 heavy looks right now. hoovybros ftw!

+ I’ll be answering the asks from tomorrow (might answer some today but gotta get some rest too)

I Know Places

for casekiels and the rest of our tiny little baby casekiel fandom because i have lost control of my life

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“Don’t laugh–it’s a classic light lunch here!” Ezekiel frowned, and Cassandra covered her mouth to mask her growing grin.

“You just look so dainty holding a tiny little sandwich triangle like that.”

“Well maybe you’ll stop laughing when you try your own.” he shot back, taking as manly and unrefined a bite as it was possible to take while still savoring the plate of food before him.  "Triple Sandwiches are delicious–egg, avocado, tomato, with just a little bit of mayo.  I can’t believe you haven’t tucked in yet.“

"Well unlike you,” Cassandra raised an eyebrow, “I’m more interested in figuring out where we need to be headed for this case.”  She opened the clippings book again, gesturing idly with her other hand.  "The disappearing houses were all on an angle of… angle… acute, pointy, sharp, sharp smells–coffee, furniture polish–“

Cassandra!

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