january 11, 2013 in valdosta, georgia, united states. seventeen year old kendrick was last seen walking his school hallways, heading towards the gym. school surveillance videos show very little, as four relevant cameras glitched at the same time, resulting in an hour to two hours of footage being lost. fellow students discovered kendrick’s body in the late afternoon of january 11. kendrick had been rolled up inside of a gym mat, then vertically stacked with other mats. several students reported that kendrick was one of many students who would remove their shoes and throw them inside of the mats, forcing students to climb into the mats in order to retrieve their shoes. kendrick was not wearing shoes at the time of discovery - though a pair of shoes were thrown in on top of him. a state autopsy concluded that kendrick had been accidentally asphyxiated. though kendrick’s organs had been destroyed after the first autopsy, two independent autopsies were subsequently performed. both concluded that kendrick had died of blunt force trauma to the right side of his neck, one doctor going so far as to state that his injuries could not have been accidental. after extensive litigation, the department of justice ruled in 2016 that there is insufficient evidence to prove that kendrick was murdered. kendrick’s family is still fighting this ruling.
[ID: Hollow Knight fanart. A digital artwork in grayish blue, purple and pink tones. It depicts Ghost and Grimmchild, both wearing pink bows at the backs of their necks. Ghost gently pats Grimmchild sleeping on their legs and lightly rubs it’s chin over Grimmchild’s head. They are surrounded by white flowers growing and reflecting light around them. The background is the flowerfield growing off into the dark distance. End ID]
Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dark Female Reader Summary: Ransom likes the hunt, especially when you turn him down. Word Count: Almost 800 Warnings: Threat of sexual assault, non-con touching (do not read it this upsets you!), misogynistic thoughts, implied major character death, swearing, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. A/N: A Sinday treat for @syntheticavenger ’s 8k Spooky Challenge. Congrats, lovely! It was a fun challenge to keep this to less than 800 words!
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Ransom didn’t like the word no. Call him spoiled or egotistical, but he was a man who got what he wanted. Tonight, he wanted you. And he wouldn’t let anything get in his way of his goal.
Seriously, anyone who didn’t know about how to make this didn’t have parents/relatives who cooked.
Y’all need to pick up a cookbook. Or watch Julia Child.
Sorry everyone didn’t grow up in a household where their caretaker cooker or knew how to cooked. Some of us didn’t grow up in a household with fresh fruits and produce. Some of us didn’t have the money to spend on a shit ton of garlic.
So how about enjoy the video instead of being a snobby bitch.
Also Julia Child would be ashamed of people behaving like that. Her whole deal was just… Making cooking accessible for people. Hell, she had a whole segment devoted to “oh, nobody taught you how to cook eggs? Here’s how you do that.” A significant part of her show was basics that people take for granted (and though the equipment may have changed somewhat, its still pretty helpful). My dad had busy parents who didn’t have the time or knowhow to cook, and he learned from watching Julia Child. French cooking made easy, here’s the basics everyone assumes you know but never taught you. And ever since, he’s had a love of cooking.
Stop putting people down for not knowing basics. Everyone is a beginner at some point or another.
I grew up in a healthy-eating cooking-skilled household and I did not know that this existed.
Just shut up and spread the TikTok
So confit is a way of cooking things, and it does marvellous things to many things.
You put stuff in oil and slow cook it. That’s confit. Garlic confit? Put it in oil and slow cook it. Chicken confit? You put it in oil and slow cook it.
(side note: confit historically means to preserve by cooking at a low temperature, (which often also meant a cure prior to cooking). So Fruitconfit is fruit that’s been cooked at a low temperature in a very concentrated sugar solution, not in oil. Nowadays, confit usually just means cooking slowly in oil outside the context of fruit and does not imply a curing process)
Compared to deep frying, almost no moisture is lost, and the flavour is not changed via the maillard process because it doesn’t happen. There is no charring or searing done to the meat/whatever you’re confitting.
For veg in general, to confit them will cause them to become ultratender, as fibers and stuff will partially break down, cell walls will collapse, but no moisture will be lost. And their flavour will mostly remain; for garlic in particular, the hot garlicky taste, the result of the allicin, which is a result of crushing or chopping the garlic, will never come out. The chemicals will break down under that amount of heat.
The oil does not terribly seep into the food by the way; it’s already saturated with water, and unless that water leaves, the oil doesn’t have a place to seep into. It’s saturated already, and the result of connective tissue breaking down, or fibres breaking down, is lessroom for fluids. Which is why a carrot can be nice and dry, go into a hot oven, and come out floppy and moist, as the water inside can no longer be held by its inside, and available, unabsorbed water = wet.
You do get a thin layer of oil coating the outside of the food.
This means that confit’ing a food item is actually very close to steaming that item at a particular temperature, or cooking it sous vide; in either case, the item does not dry out and slowly reaches its final temperature.
@brattylikestoeat the damned garlic wars was back on my dash this morning.
I like this post. Video with technique. Somebody being a dick. Other people saying don’t be a dick. Super helpful science dump that I enjoy a ton.
In French “confit” just means “preserved”; slow-cooked meat packed beneath oil or fat is the most familiar one…
…but here are a couple of other examples…
Here’smore info about how to make preserved lemons at home.
I highly recommend reading the notes on this post, which are fantastic if you like tumblr fights with all the seasonings (and stressful if you don’t.)
However, regardless of your *checks notes* socioeconomic status, alignment with colonisers, general life knowledge, cringiness and/or boiling rage - here’s a tip that isn’t there yet apparently
Check to make sure the fucking cooking pot is oven safe, okay
warnings: smut. unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, mention of cum-eating, vouyerism, dirty talk, cheeky bit of choking, reader slaps ransom at one point.
word count: 1.4k
eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.
There weren’t enough words in the English dictionary, to describe the way you felt about Hugh “Call me Ransom” Drysdale.
summary: Sierra left, but she didn’t quite leave (you’ll see)
pairing: basically miguel galindo x black!OC
genre: errrr pettiness? fluff, maybe angst
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AN: DO NOT WORRY! I AM CURRENTLY WRITING A FIC WITH FLUFF WITH ANGEL THEN EZ
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“I just don’t understand why I have to go back there.” Sierra huffed, not wanting to move since she was very much pregnant as hell. She didn’t want to leave the comfort of her couch but Miguel was more at ease knowing she was with him at all times with her being so close to her due date. He didn’t want anything to happen to her, but he understood where his wife was coming from when she said that she didn’t want to go back to the clubhouse after what happened to her 4 years ago. The only two people she’s kept up with was Letty and Chucky. They’ve visited her a few times, they came to the wedding, the baby shower, almost everything. They were the only two people she trusted when it came to the Mayans.
“Mi reina, I completely understand why you don’t want to go back, but I can assure you that nothing will happen to you because while I conduct business with Bishop, Nestor will be by your side just as he has been all these years. You have nothing to worry about, just trust me.” He reassured her. She sighed and nodded her head as he gave her a triumphant smile. “Besides, it’d be nice to see you be petty every once in a while.”
“I’m not liable for anything that happens while you’re in the Templo. You know how my mouth gets when I get riled up” She grumbled, slowly sitting up from the couch to slip on her slides. Miguel gave her a kiss on the cheek, and let her have her alone time until it was time to work again. He absolutely knew how much of a hard ass she can get when she gets mad, he’s been on the other side of that on several occasions.
Sierra was 100% sure that Miguel was bringing her out of spite because he liked to brag and that’s just the type of man he was. He took pride in the fact that he finally found love after Emily since he found out Cristobal wasn’t his. He was heartbroken, yeah, but Sierra was there for him when nobody else was, and she was there for him when she told him about the deal that EZ had made with the feds. Of course, she felt like a bad friend, but there was so much betrayal being thrown around inside the Mayans, she didn’t care anymore. Now here she is, 4 years later, married and pregnant by the one man that Angel and EZ had hated more than anything.
She had came to peace with herself and what happened to her a long ass time ago. She didn’t want to harbour any hate for a man that didn’t even deserve her time of the day. She stopped posting on social media because for some reason it had always encouraged him to call her, even while she was engaged to Miguel. She had also known, that Miguel was a completely different breed when it came to loyalty, it was like taking care of her needs was always his first priority and she used to feel so overwhelmed with how much love she had been receiving, but she had gotten used to it.
“It’s time to go mi corazon,” Miguel announced, walking back into the living room with Nestor behind him. She gave the two men a confused look as she watched Miguel carry a bag. He gave her a smile and handed it to her. She smiled as she looked inside the bag to see that it was filled with all her favourite snacks and drinks since he knew she liked to eat throughout the day. Not wanting to waste any time, she pulled out a bag of hot cheetos and ripped the bag open before popping a handful in her mouth.
Miguel grabbed her free hand and lead her to the car where the driver was waiting. He opened the door for her, placing a hand on her back as she got in. After she got comfortable, he closed the door and walked to the other side before settling himself beside her. Out of instinct, Sierra crossed her legs over her husbands, and scooted closer to him. He smiled and began to rub her thighs as the car started to move, Nestor sitting in the front. Miguel rolled up the partition from his side of the car, and began rubbing her thighs higher and higher, making her look at him suspiciously.
“The same shit your doing now is the reason why I’m pregnant.” She grumbled, trying to push his hand away from he only grabbed it and laced it with his other hand as he slowly pulled her panties off with one hand and began to rub her clit slowly in small circles. She sighed and leaned her head back as she tried not to make too much noise because the car definitely wasn’t sound proof.
“You know I can never get enough of you querida, no matter how pregnant you are.” He mumbled, leaning over to place small kisses on her neck and chest. Sierra sighed in content and leaned back on the seat with her sundress hiked up to her belly, making Miguel smile. Maybe a small quickie wouldn’t hurt.
“Miguel just hurry up because you got me horny knowing how sensitive my hormones are.” She complained, trying to unbuckle his slack but he slapped her hand away, and held her legs up by the back of her knees.
“Relax honey, it’ll be a while before we get there anyway.” He stated before eating his wife out like it was her last meal, not giving her a chance to respond properly since she was too busy trying not to moan as she ran her hands through his hair.
Miguel moaned as he felt her drip onto his tongue before pushing her dress up past her. breast so he could have something soft to hold onto. Lately, he had been having sex with her and eating her out more than usual. She tasted sweeter and her pushy was always extremely wet during sex. He let go of her trembling legs, and snuggly placed them on his shoulder so that she would be more comfortable.
He circled his lips around her clit before sucking harshly, receiving a loud moan from her. “Holy fuck! Shit…”
Sierra looked down to her husband over her belly to see him already staring at her with wide eyes as he used both hands to spread her pushy lips as he stiffened his tongue and proceeded tongue fuck her deeper, making her thud down onto the seat and let out another sob as she felt herself coming closer and closer to cumming.
Her mouth fell into a silent scream as she felt her orgasm crash down upon her. Miguel did his best to keep her still as he watched her essence spurt out of her, watching as her legs continued to shake from the huge orgasm. Miguel glanced outside of the moving car for a split second before rushing to pull his slacks down.
“We’ll be there in 5, so lets make this quick mi reina,” He mumbled, kissing his wife on the lips before leaning back up to thrust into her. Sierra gasped and grabbed her husbands hand as he quickly plowed into her as he tried to get her to finish as she chased his own climax. Miguel tried his best not to moan loud because he knew Nestor would give him shit so he stuck with deep breaths and small grunts. Sierra bit onto her lip as she watched her husband thrust harshly into her.
“You gonna let them know who you belong to amor?” Miguel asked, moving his hand to rub his wife’s clit as she came around him. She sporadically and rapidly nodded her head as she tried to push him away but he grabbed both her hands and placed them above her her as he continued his consistent thrusting, now getting to his orgasm as he gave her one more thrust, spilling himself inside her. (I promise I write better smut than this lol.)
“Miguel, we’re here.” Nestor called from the front. Miguel could hear the sound of the front seat opening before he and Sierra put their clothes on. She straightened herself out, fixing her hair while Miguel pulled up his slacks and buckled his pants back.
It had just dawned on her about what she was about to walk into. Sierra sighed, not wanting to see anyone’s face again, not after what happened but she knew she really had no choice seeing as she willingly got into the car with her husband.
Miguel noticed her distress, and comforted his wife, “Hey, if you don’t want to come in it’s your decision.”
Sierra smiled at him and shook her head, “No, I want to. Let’s go.”
The couple made it out of the car, checking their surrounds before a loud voice caught her attention. Miguel whispered to Nestor about keeping a watch on her, the man nodding his head.
“SIERRA! GIRL HEY!” Letty ran up to the pregnant woman and engulfed her in a huge hug, being mindful of her belly. Miguel smiled at the interaction and stated that he was going inside for his meeting with Bishop, to which Sierra smiled and nodded her head before kissing his lips as a temporary goodbye.
“You’re glowing! Miguel really got you out here living your best life.” She complimented, looking at her friend. Sierra laughed and rubbed her belly out of instinct.
“Girl, he is but don’t tell him I said that shit. His ego already big as hell.” She joked, earning a laugh from the younger girl in front of her.
“You wanna head inside?” Letty asked after a small moment of silence. Sierra hesitantly smiled and nodded her head. Letty noticed the hesitance.
“If it makes you feel any better, Angel’s been a shit show ever since you left. Adelita was pregnant and he thought it was his but turns out it wasn’t. So karma’s a bitch I guess.” Letty explained as the two of them walked to the doors of the clubhouse. Sierra gave a small hum at the new information. She had always told Angel that Adelita was suspect but he clearly was too deep in her pussy to see that until it was too late.
“I’m married to a good ass man and we got a kid on the way, I could really care less.” She stated, walking past Letty to get inside with Nestor following closely behind since she was burning up. It was like a record scratch from those dramatically funny ass movies and suddenly all eyes were on her while some where on her belly.
Of course they were doing the same banter just like the time Angel got caught only his little Adelita wasn’t here. Such a shame. She turned to Nestor with a smile on her face.
“Could you get me something to drink?” She asked quietly. Nestor gave her a friendly smile and walked to the bar to ask for some water, returning it back to Sierra as she thanked him and took a big gulp from him. She tried her hardest to ignore the stares but it was getting irritating at this point.
“Are yall gone keep staring or is somebody gone speak?” She asked loudly, scanning the room, and of course the first one to walk up was Angel. Looking past him, Sierra locked eyes with a girl with shoulder length hair, making her squint her eyes at her before the girl broke contact with her and turned around.
“Who knocked you up?” He asked, pointing to her belly before glancing at Nestor who was standing behind him. She smiled at him.
“Not your hoe ass, that’s for sure.” She replied, pretending to pick at her nails as if she were bored with the conversation already.
“Mi reina seriously, did you let Miguel knock you up?” Angel asked, hoping to hear a no, but from the smile on her face he knew it was the opposite. Sad to say, he had thought about coming to see her all the way up until this point, but she clearly was busy with someone else.
“I’ll tell you this. I married the same man who got his heart broken by the bitch your brother constantly fucked. Crazy how their baby wasn’t his but EZ’s isn’t it? Kinda pathetic if you ask me, taking Miguel’s sloppy seconds…so weird.” She spoke, every ounce of venom on her voice. She had time to be petty today.
“Did you come here to insult us? If you did you can fucking lea–”
“How’s Adelita? Y'know with you cheating on me with her and all one would’ve thought that you guys would be a big happy family with her being pregnant. Oh wait, they poor baby isn’t even yours. So not only did you cheat, you allowed a hoe to run game on you. Crazy.” She chuckled, shaking her head at him. Angel knew he should say something, but how could he when everything she’s saying is true. As far as Nestor, the only thing he could really do was try not to laugh, since he was told not to start anything unless he felt like someone was physically trying to attack his boss’s wife and unborn child.
“Seriously Sierra, we get that we fucked you over but chill out.” Gilly spoke from the other side of the room. Sierra looked at him and sighed.
“Gilly, if you knew how much dirt I had on you and every person in this room you would shut the fuck up and keep stuffing your fat ass face.” Sierra ranted. Where the fuck is Miguel?
“Uhm excuse me but who are you? Angel why are you letting her walk all over you?” One of Vickey’s girls asked, standing up to get beside Angel.
“You do know I can put a price on your head and get you knocked off right? Matter fact lemme just…” She trailed off, pulling out her phone to text Miguel but Nestor grabbed the phone from her hand before she could. One phone call and the entire building will be burned to the damn ground with everyone in it.
“He just saved your life. Next time you wanna try somebody, try a bitch that ain’t me.” She hissed, standing up just in time to see her husband walking out of the templo with Bishop, who could clearly feel the tension in the room. Miguel smiled and walked over to his wife as she welcomed him with a hug.
“She wasn’t too much trouble was she?” Miguel asked Nestor, who handed her back her phone.
“Other than the fact that she just tried to get one of Vickey’s girls dead, no, she’s been an angel as always.” Nestor laughed, stepping back from the two of them.
“Why the fuck did you marry her into this shit? You’re too dangerous for her.” Angel fussed, scowling at Miguel who turned around with an amused look on his face.
“Angel seriously shut the fuck up. You just don’t like the fact that I’m married to the one man everybody in this bitch is afraid of because if he’s too dangerous for me then you were as well and yet I STAYED with you and you see where that got me. It took you five years to propose to me while it took him one and a half, and we got married 6 moths later. Like my momma always said, a man knows when he ready to settle down, and you weren’t ready and that’s okay, but don’t try to talk about what the fuck I got going on when you clearly got homegirl in the back over there scared to even say shit with her weak ass but I’m not surprised, you always had to fuck weak bitches because you could never handle a real ass bitch like me. Have a nice life dickface.” She ranted, grabbing her husband’s hand who was shocked at the confrontation. Any other time Miguel would be the first to speak on something like that but hearing his wife do it for him just made his heart swell with pride.
“You handled that better than I would have baby, I’m proud of you.” He told her as the two of them got into the car. Sierra smiled and leaned into her husbands side as he pulled her closer and kissed her head.
“Okay now take me home and give me bath.” She demanded, causing the other man to throw his head back in laughter.
“Angel seriously shut the fuck up. You just don’t like the fact that I’m married to the one man everybody in this bitch is afraid of because if he’s too dangerous for me then you were as well and yet I STAYED with you and you see where that got me. It took you five years to propose to me while it took him one and a half, and we got married 6 moths later. Like my momma always said, a man knows when he ready to settle down, and you weren’t ready and that’s okay, but don’t try to talk about what the fuck I got going on when you clearly got homegirl in the back over there scared to even say shit with her weak ass but I’m not surprised, you always had to fuck weak bitches because you could never handle a real ass bitch like me. Have a nice life dickface.“
Your heart beated unusually fast as you found yourself getting out of the bath tub.
You wasn’t just upset because of his actions regarding Beth anymore, now you were upset because he had the audacity to go after Ezekiel. You didn’t care that he was putting him in his place, Rio had no damn right!
He cheated. He had his fun. He can’t be mad because you’re returning the gesture!
This isn’t pick and choose! He can’t decide who can cheat and who can’t. He can’t have his cake and eat it too and think you’re gonna sit on your ass and not get yours.
“Y/n!” Rio called out almost tripping trying to get to you.
His dick swinging, body drenched in foam and water. “What?” You roll your eyes at him, looking through your clothes. This explains Rio’s black eye and busted lip, not to mention the bruises on his ribs. It explained so much. You knew to always not question shit with him.
You wondered how you got here. Oh that’s right, your husband cheated!
“Don’t leave this house, we need to discuss this. I told you not to see him again, and you did it anyways.” He grabbed your towel that rested on the bed, wrapping it around his waist. “And I told you not to lay a finger on him, guess we both didn’t fucking listen.” He ran his hand down his face and let out a deep sigh, “You leave, don’t bother coming back.” You stopped what you was doing, you looked at the man who you loved more than anything. But deep down, you were too upset to even think about that ‘love’ you had for him. “You giving me an ultimatum? You may want to choose your words carefully.”
Rio didn’t want to lose you, but he also hated the idea of another man being with you but no matter what he did- you found yourself back with Ezekiel. “What can I do to make you stay?” He stepped closer. “Huh? What can I do so we can be back where we were? I’ll do whatever it takes, mama.”
“I told you what would happen if you laid a finger on him, didn’t I?”
You went back to packing an over night bag. You had no Intentions on leaving Rio. No, that was never your intention. But you needed him to think that. You needed him to miss you. “Y/n! We been through the ringer, I know I fucked up but can’t we look past this now? No. I’m begging you,” you froze. Rio never begged. It was something different. You let out a sigh. “I’m going to check on Ez. Don’t wait up because I’m not coming home tonight,” he starts taking your things out your luggage. “The hell you are.”
“I am. Don’t make this harder than it already is,” you snatched the clothes from him
You and him tussled for awhile, he kept trying to keep you from leaving, you ran down the stairs with your bag in hand with a naked Rio; with nothing but the white dry off towel around his waist, he wasn’t letting you go. Not without a fight. “Y/n! I love you, don’t leave.” You put your hand on the doorknob, turning it slow. You held the heavy bag as you rushed out the door, he reached for you and yanked the bag causing you to take a tumble down the few stairs. “Shit!” He reacted. Rushing down the few stairs, he walked over to you.
“Y/n. Baby, you alright?”
His heart fell to the bottom of his chest. Everything he promised you, he had broken. He promised to never hurt. To never cheat or to physically harm you, yet he did. You held your head and looked at the scraps and cuts on your arm, you were bleeding from the small gashes on your arms and forehead, you groaned from the painful tumble.
“Look what you’ve done, Rio!”
He reaches over helping you up, not caring that his towel had fallen off, all he cared about was making sure that you were alright. You sniffled, you limped as he helped you to your feet, reaching down he took your bag and helped you in the house. He had gotten his wish, for now.
“You know I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he says entering the room with peroxide and some gauze and everything else he needed from the first-aid kit
You didn’t utter a word. You were too sore and too angry to say anything. To think this shit all started with a damn…
(A/N: this is for @fineanddandy’s breakuptomakeup2k challenge. Since Chris’ character in playing it cool doesn’t have a name I’m just calling him Chris. He feels like how I could imagine Chris to be tbh. Like follow and reblog with a comment ✌)
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Chris tossed his head back as he watched your ass bounce on top of him
not to be a boomer but I hate this trend of recording every single emotional moment or act of charity and then putting it on the internet for clout. You can help the homeless without internet validation. You can give your grandma a meaningful gift without recording her at an emotionally charged moment. Not every aspect of your and other’s personal lives must be posted on the internet.
