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That was a mighty deed! The doom of Alduin encompassed at last, and cleansed is Sovngarde of his evil snare. They will sing of this battle in Shor’s hall forever. But your fate lies elsewhere. When you have completed your count of days, I may welcome you again, with glad friendship, and bid you join the blessed feasting.

How to cook Pasta Puttanesca:


  • 1 35-ounce can of Tuttorosso Italian-style peeled plum-shaped tomatoes
  • 3 or more cloves garlic, lightly smashed and peeled
  • 3 or more anchovy fillets
  • ½ cup pitted, oil-cured black olives
  • 2 tablespoons capers
  • Salt, chili powder and berbere (not pepper)
  • 3 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 pound “interestingly-shaped” pasta (I used both thin spaghetti and rotini)
  • Chopped fresh parsley and basil leaves for garnish

1. Bring pot of water to boil and salt it. Warm 2 tablespoons oil with garlic and anchovies in skillet over medium-low heat. Cook, stirring occasionally, until garlic is lightly golden and anchovies are brown and melty.

2. Drain tomatoes and crush with fork. Add to skillet with a light sprinkle of berbere. Raise heat to medium-high and cook, stirring occasionally, until tomatoes break down and mixture becomes saucy, about 10 minutes. Stir in olives, capers and chili powder, and continue to simmer.

3. Cook pasta, stirring occasionally, until it is tender. Drain quickly and toss with sauce and remaining tablespoon of oil. The fresh basil is highly recommended, if only to make your kitchen smell like a dream.

The aroma is peppy and sharp, lending credit to the the legend of luring customers. The salty anchovy-caper-olive combination packs a punch, so don’t over-salt without tasting. For extra authenticity, prepare the Baudelaires’ chocolate pudding for dessert.

tfw the bf won’t take a hint….

Wendy upgraded her halloween skills by adding in her girlfriend this year. and yes, she’s probably standing on a box right now. 

illu’s lgbtq week day 1 - Chendy

Obsessed 1/?

A/N: Hi guys! Here’s that series we previously mentioned. No better day to publish than a Tuesday, am I right? I have no idea how long this will be, or if it will even be seen… lol. But, if it is, I hope ya’ll like it! I would appreciate any feedback. As of right now, there is no summary, because even I don’t know what’s going to happen! So please, bare with me. And read it. Also, V opposed to the main character (Alexia) having a name versus y/n.
I hope you enjoy our first ever series, I would love to write more for you.
- A.
Warnings: Cursing.
Word count: 2k.

The bitter washed back taste of clear liquid hit my tastebuds in my already shaky hands. It was 6:03 am. I say shaky because you know how you first wake up and the blood flow still needs to rush to your hands? Yeah, that. I also say washed back because this water had been sitting on my night stand for a couple nights now.
Agh, anyways… 6:03 am.
First day of senior year and back to school. I know people are always whining and complaining but I didn’t mind school, ever, actually. The mornings, the essays, the readings, none of it was a big deal. 
I smiled to myself in my hazily lit room with the sun trying to pour through my gray curtains. My window was opened a crack from my sister, Veronica and I, sneaking out to hike to a water fall the night before. Yeah, just the two of us, being absolutely dangerous and reckless when we had to be back early the next morning.

I gave the wall next to me three knocks. Waiting… waiting… 

*three half assed knocks*. 

I threw myself out of my bed and sprang for my sisters room right next door. 
“Open those green eyes, my little marshmallow, it’s go time little shit!”
I was jumping up and down on Veronica’s bed, trying my best to not completely lose my balance and step on her. 

“I actually hate how much of a morning person you are…” her morning voice crept through. 
she groaned rubbing her eyes, grabbing her glasses. 

I pounced myself from her bed back to the ground, flashing a wide smile at her before running down stairs and making us both some tea. 
It was a ritual for us. Planning our day or just catching up over some of my chai, and her berries and cherries.

“How’s your knee doing?” Startling me, nearly making me spill hot water all over myself. 
I looked down at the raw skin still building, touching it to see if its fully scabbed.

“Eh, not fully there, should scab soon though…”
After a couple moments of silence Veronica dared to ask…

“Have you talked to… him?” 
The tea in my mouth almost became bitter as the name ran through my head.

I rolled my eyes and threw the rest of my tea in the sink. 

“Now… in what fucked up universe would that happen again?”

Veronica looked around and gave me a shrug. I ran my fingers through my hair then held my face at the memory.

“It’s 6:30, we’ve gotta get up and going for the seniors big day, no?”

“As well as the juniors first day back…”

We both smiled and raced each other upstairs. 
I pinned some strands of my hair back, letting some fall to frame my face. I threw on some black jeans that probably needed a wash, then a fitted burgundy henley and grabbing some black heeled boots on my way back down because we had to leave within the next couple of minutes.

“You look nice, showing some cleavage but not too much, bringing all the boys to the yard…”

She said swishing all her hair in one swift movement to one side, letting her chocolate locks flow. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself… Is that my shirt?” 

“And thats all the time we’ve got for today folks! Can’t be late for the first day back…”

I rolled my eyes and let it slide. Grabbing our book bags and my sister already deciding what we’d be listening to for the car ride. 

Long Valley High School wasn’t as bad as some made it seem. Jersey was beautiful, and so were the schools. Big libraries and nicely funded class rooms, we couldn’t complain.

In the midst of my admiration or just the white noise in my mind, I was disrupted when Veronica slapped my shoulder.

“Ow! What the-…” 

“Ummm… don’t look right away but ex bestie and you know who strolling by in 3…2…1…”

I pretended to get my stuff together as they walked by my car, then looked when I counted to five in my head. 
Somehow I was able to catch a whiff of him. Memories began to replay in my head and then an all to familiar scent disrupted them. My ex best friend, Giselle Walsh. Her favorite Victoria Secret perfume robbing the trail of something I once considered home. I looked up to catch her flicking her long, silky, black hair off of her shoulders. She stopped only a couple yards from my car, just to make sure I was watching…

Giselle threw herself around him, leaving small kisses on his neck, and before I could watch the morning make out, Tommy decided to jump on the hood of my car, scaring the shit out of me, and blocking my view. 

“HEY! Ready to beat the piss out of this year then skin it alive?!”

I looked down at my hands that were fidgeting with my keys, and laid my head back on the head rest.

“God, I missed your fucked up sense of humor, hug me.”

Tommy pulled me out of my drivers seat for a nice warm embrace against his cold jean jacket. 

Tommy. A family friend since the 3rd grade. We actually used to hate each other until we got paired up for a scene in a play and forgot our lines together. Scarred us so good we had to share the embarrassment, it’s also a fantastic story we tell every holiday season. Inseparable since.

“You smell like… perfume I got you last Christmas?”

I nodded with devious smirk. Giving Tommy my hands to make them warm again. After all, it was mid September in Jersey, weather was getting pretty nippy. 
My smirk dropped when I felt eyes on me,

“He’s looking isn’t he?”

Tommy smiled their way and delivered a wave, 

“Yup, wanna make out so he really has something to look at?”

“That wouldn’t work, everyone knows you’re gay.”

Tommy gasped and said with a wink,

“Straight for you any day.”

“I’m keeping count of how many times she’s rolled her eyes this morning and we are close to double digits and it’s only 8 in the morning.”
Veronica added while getting out of the car.

Tommy gave out both his arms, in an escort manner.

“Well, are my lovely females ready to be escorted by the schools best defender?”

Veronica and I smirked at each other and took Tommy’s arms. And together we walked my sister to her first class, chemistry. 

“Curb stomp the shit out of those elements, V.” 

“You are more violent than normal this morning, what was in your coffee?”

“Pre-workout… or was it adderall? Can’t remember…”

In actual deep thought, Tommy trailed off and began to rub his chin.  
With widened eyes now Veronica shook her head and replied,

“Oh my god, well… Lunch? Tables? Find me?”

Tommy and I looked at each other and gave a nod, arms still locked. 
We gave Veronica a wave and headed to the other side of the building. Mine and Tommy’s schedules were almost always identical. Except he had weights last period, and I got to take his smelly ass home while he tried to shove his armpit in my face almost the whole drive. 

Hearing the late bell, Tommy and I continued to stroll down the halls without a care in the world, laughing about my slight gimp because of the scab on my knee. 
Five minutes or so had passed when we made it to room 126, English. Tommy grabbed the door for me and bowed, I curtsied in reply. On our way in, Tommy decided to comment on Miss. Collins ensemble of the day.

“Miss. Collins, looking classy as ever.”

“Thomas Reeds, you and Miss. Fahl are late and it’s only the first day back, we don’t need that scholarship to throw itself away, now do we?”

I tried to hide my laugh while Tommy’s expression had dead panned. 

“I’m sorry Miss. Collins, won’t happen again…” I said while dragging Tommy to our seats.

“Mhm, heard that before… Alright, class…”
Miss. Collins voice began to fade in and out of my ears while she was going over the syllabus and the readings we would be doing for this semester. 
I began to zone out on a smudge left on the white board before Tommy pulled my hair to get my attention… 

“So? Anything?” 

“You and my sister are both on a ringer about that this morning. I don’t know what you guys expect… it was just once.”

“I almost can’t even look at him and we have weights together. Don’t be surprised if I swing or-”

“Tommy, I love you with every vessel my heart has to offer but can you just please be cool? I would like to forget about it…”
. Tommy sighed then placed his pouted face into his fist on the desk. He batted his eyelashes at me, and I took in his big, brown, doe eyes. 

“Don’t give me doe eyes, don’t do that.” 

“Whatever you want princess, but just say the word and I’ll-”
 I interrupted him mid sentence,

“Yes, I know, give him an ultimate wedgie…”

“You already know!” 
He placed his hand in front of my face, asking for a high five with a dorky smile.

“Your sister was right, you’re eye rolling more than usual…” 

School became a blur and before we knew it, it was lunch. Tommy carried my books while I scanned the lunchroom, looking for my sister at our usual spot. I found her bustling with something in her book bag, her glasses almost glistening in the lunch room with it’s humungous floor to ceiling windows. 
I nudged Tommy to follow me and we sat down in unison. 

“How were the first 5 classes?”

“Easy peezy lemon squeeze year for me it seems… You guys?”

“Agreed. Looking like an easy-…”. 
My face began to feel hot when we made eye contact. I began to play with my hair, trying to look busy but ended up staring down at my boots to distract myself and get the red tint off before he approached the table to say what’s up to Tommy like I knew he would. 
That same familiar sent approached before my beet red face could dismiss itself… 
“Hey Tommy, weights?” 

“You know it, I’ll see you later Dolan.”  
I let out a huff of air when I knew he was gone. 

“I thought you were becoming a damn fish with how long you held your breath.”  
I mimicked Tommy with a funny face while I fanned myself from the sudden rush of heat. 

“You know, eventually, you guys are going to have to talk…” Veronica stated, biting into her apple with a loud crunch.

“Honestly, you guys probably have a class together…” Tommy chimed in. 
I threw my hands up in defense,

“You would jinx me like that?!”

“Well! I can’t see until next period when I get in the office for my TA period…”. 
I threw my face in both of my hands, guessing he was probably right. 
The rest of lunch was Tommy, Veronica, and I, going over our syllabus’, forging our parents signatures and gossiping here and there.

The bell rang and the lunch room became louder with sounds of zippers closing and table wheels rolling in response to the sudden movement. 
Tommy offered to walk me but the office was in the front of the school at building one while mine was on the second floor in the back of building two. 
He handed me my books and casted a “farewell” sign my way. Since Tommy’s next period was office TA, he would be able to see if I had any classes with him. But, for now, the coast was clear. 

The hallways became emptier and emptier with everyone entering their classes, all I could hear was the sound of my boots clicking against the tiled floor. Meeting the door to my next class which was an anatomy lab, I looked down while I was entering the room to check a text that Tommy had sent.

Ummm… you’re not going to believe this…

And before I could finish reading the rest of the message, I looked up to meet a set of hazel eyes and warm, tussled brown hair, and the only empty seat in class next to… 

Grayson. Bailey. Dolan. 

Title: Fatal Attraction (Part 2.)

Character(s): Ike Evans and Diana (original female character)
Diana decides to give Ike a call when Ben leaves the house.
Word Count: 2,558
Warning: Phone sex (dirty talk), masturbation! 
Author’s Note: Wow, this was an incredibly difficult chapter to write. I’m giving you all the smutty goodness for now because things are going to pick up fast and soon. Enjoy! :-)

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