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08/01/2021 09:27 PM 


“Bella… You have to come home.”“David. You know I can’t just—”“—ISABELLA! Max is missing. You have to come home now.”There were a few more quick details passed on about Max's disappearance, but honestly? Isabella was in so much shock... she wasn't listening."Bella? Bella? Did you hear me?""yeah. Yeah. I'll be on the next flight home."David didn't say anything else. He hung up. The disconnected tone rang in Isabella’s ears as she stood in the middle of her office.Her eyes were wide.She was slowly beginning to process what she’d just been told.Heavy breath in.Heavy breath out.Over and over again.Heavy breath in.Heavy breath out.She felt as if she was going to be sick.Even though her husband hung up the phone, the receiver remained pressed up against her ear and was now shaking in her trembling hand.The sound of the disconnected tone of the phone mixed with a heavy breath in and a heavy breath out was all she could hear as her office spun round and round.Her daughter was missing?How did this happen?Was anyone looking for her?Were the authorities on it?When was she last seen?Had it been long enough to file a Missing Person’s Report?Were these the answers David passed on when she wasn't listening?She’d heard about situations like this her entire life on the news, dealt with her own handful of soldiers gone MIA in the field, watched it in the movies a thousand times, and she knew how to respond in those moments… but this was her child.How was she meant to respond in this moment – when across the ocean, her daughter was somewhere out there – hurt, scared, alone or… dead?NO.She wasn’t dead! She couldn’t be dead. This was MAX. Her little girl.Isabella’s mind immediately jumped to her other child.Was Shawn okay?Had something happened to her son too?She figured he was safe because David would’ve told her otherwise.It was the fear of her daughter’s possible (don't think it!)... death – of someone out there with their hands possibly hurting her baby girl – that made Isabella drop the phone and get the hell out of dodge.That’s what she had to do.That’s how she would respond.She was going to find her child.She was going to bring her baby girl home.She was thousands of miles away from home – stationed in the Middle East somewhere – a place not even her family was allowed to know.This was the life she lived – a life of always being away, always working, never really having time for those she was supposed to be there for and love, and she thought of this – her mind raced with the thoughts of everything she didn’t know about her family (as video calls just weren’t enough) – as the government car pulled up into the drive of the home she very rarely had spent time living in.It was here where the shock wore off and the burden of the situation weighed heavy.Isabella spent almost thirty years in the military – worked her way up to General.She was the lady in charge. She had seen it all.She’d fought in war. She’d been to battle, but it was in this moment… she’d never been so terrified.


08/01/2021 09:26 PM 


Max is Missing pt 1: the news


08/01/2021 04:26 PM 

Drabble Marathon: One

Leaving town had been one of the hardest things Mackenzie had ever had to do, but it had been something that she’d needed to do. She’d needed to get out and get away from the people that had made her life unbearable over recent times, but that also meant leaving her best friend, her girlfriend, and her sisters. It had been a hard but a necessary decision, or at least that was how Mackenzie had tried to justify it to herself. It was how she’d tried to make sense of her decisions, but since then, she’d come to regret it. Leaving had caused so many people so much pain but most importantly, it had caused Avery so much pain. The blonde was a pain in the ass half of the time, but she was also the red head’s favorite person, and knowing that she’d hurt someone she cared so much about, broke her own heart.  “You're mine, forever. Doesn't matter what anyone says” Mackenzie finally said, breaking the long silence that had filled the space between them for several uncomfortable minutes. “I don’t care who you’re with or who I’m with because you and me? We’re endgame, Ave. We’re destiny.” The redhead had never been a believer in fate or destiny, but in that moment, she knew that Avery was her one true love and she was meant to end up with her, though given all that had happened between the two of them, she wasn’t quite sure when that would happen, but she knew it would. “Don’t say that,” the blonde finally interrupted, causing Mackenzie to fall silent. “You can’t say that. You left. You broke any chance of there ever being a me and you again, Kenz. Just go.” Mackenzie watched as Avery turned away from her, but before she could completely face away, the redhead reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping her ex-girlfriend mid-turn. “Ave..” The blonde shook her head defiantly but Mackenzie turned the blonde back around; their eyes locking for the first time since Mackenzie had arrived on Avery’s doorstep thirty minutes beforehand.  She could feel her heart racing within her chest and the butterflies invaded her stomach as the redhead pulled the blonde close, their bodies pressed together as Mackenzie placed a firm kiss against the blonde’s lips. She had no right to put any of this on Avery; she was the one who had left, but it had been a mistake and from the moment Mackenzie had arrived back in town she’d been trying to make things right and had been trying to make it up to Avery. “It’s you and..” Mackenzie began, but before she could finish her train of thought, the blonde had pushed Mackenzie back, breaking their kiss as she created a bigger gap between the two of them. “Kenz, please go,” she whispered, tears stinging her light blue orbs. Mackenzie wanted to wrap her arms around Avery and protect her from the world, but what could she say? What could she do? If anything, Avery needed protection from Mackenzie and the redhead knew it. “I’m sorry,” Kenzie whispered, turning on her heels as she slowly walked to the door, but before she walked out, she turned to glance at her ex-girlfriend. “I’m not giving up on you. Not now, not ever.”


07/31/2021 10:02 PM 

sad kid.

“Kid’s not gonna come out n’ eat lunch with us?” “He’s just being a brat. Let him stay in there if that’s what he wants.” They didn’t think he could hear them, but the bathroom door was as good as paper at blocking any noise. After years of overhearing Jennifer’s distress calls to his grandparents, Casey wasn’t entirely convinced she even cared if he heard her talking about him anyway. In fact, he’d have dared to say she wanted him to sometimes, though he couldn’t back that up with anything more substantial than ‘it seems like something she’d do.’ The hotel room was cleaner than it had ever been, or probably ever would be unless Richard opted to stick around, but it felt anything but comfortable. Huddled into the corner of the bathroom, knees to his chest, he was far more concerned about the state of his hideout and where he might sleep than eating. “Sorry he’s so rude to you, by the way,” Jennifer spoke up again. “I’d say he’s not always like that, but he kinda is.” Casey rolled his eyes, so familiar with that last line he found himself muttering “but I kinda am” in unison. And maybe she was right about that one; maybe he was always moody and maybe he did always act like a brat. Maybe that was just as much a part of the routine as Richard or whoever else she decided to bring home. ( — How long would it be before Richard got sick of the routine like the rest of them? ) “Oh, I think you’re being a little too hard on ‘im. We had a good time in’ere cleaning up that bathroom. You know ‘e sleeps in there though?” Casey’s eyebrows furrowed. He’d found a sanctuary in the notion that Richard was just like all the other ones, a comfort in the predictability of it all. The sudden break in the routine had him sick to his stomach from the newfound uncertainty. “No idea why, there’s a perfectly good pull-out out here,” Jennifer mused. “You know what I think, Jenny?” “What do you think, Richard?” There was some shuffling around outside the door, someone walking around the kitchen, throwing a plate into the sink. It had to be Jennifer based on the jarring amount of force behind it. Richard going up to bat for him wasn’t part of the script and Casey could already envision her red in the face over someone defending him, telling her she might be wrong about him. “I don’t think he’s a brat at all, I think he’s just a sad kid.” The kitchen went quiet. Casey wanted nothing more than to disappear from the hotel room entirely and pretend he never heard that, yet he couldn’t tune them out either, chin lifting from his knees so he could listen more intently. “Sad?” Jennifer asked. It wasn’t a question she asked out of curiosity, more a dare for him to elaborate. “Yeah, sad. Go easy on ‘im, it doesn’t hurt me any.” “Well… sad or not, he could still have some manners since you’re helping us, and he’s not gonna say sorry, so I will. You ready?” Another dish crashed into the sink, more deliberately than before, followed by the sounds of shuffling around, keys jingling, then finally the front door shutting, leaving him to himself with a conversation he wished he’d ever listened to. Maybe that was true too; maybe he was just sad, but that realization wasn’t part of the routine either.


07/31/2021 10:01 PM 

wayward, 3.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3  “Gotta say, kiddo, I don’t think this is the best place to be sleepin’.” Richard starts pulling blankets out of the tub one by one. The ones crammed into the very bottom still maintain some kind of oval shape until he shakes them out, then ultimately tosses them into the trash pile. When Casey looks over, he catches the grimace, the look of realization and maybe horror — the look that has him wondering how long it’ll be before Richard goes running like everyone else, and in his spite, he hopes not long at all. “It’s fine,” he mutters, shrugging, then returning to his own task of scrubbing the counter. He’s not sure which he’d rather be stuck with, Richard in the bathroom or his mother slamming things around in the main room. Off the balcony sounds more pleasant than both, but he doesn’t have a clear path there with all the piles. “You got the pull-out couch, right?” Casey scrubs a little harder, trying to tune out the questions, but it’s little use against the sheer awkwardness of Richard staring at him. “Hell, I’m sure an air mattress wouldn’t be too hard to get in here... don’t you have to use this?” Richard points to the shower. “You just take ‘em out every time or what?” “Look, I don’t like the couch, okay?” He tosses the sponge into the sink, shaking his head. Casey knows he shouldn’t have to sleep in the bathroom, knows there’s plenty of places that should be some sort of comfortable, knows they’re all essentially off-limits when they’re already occupied. Most of all, he knows it’s only a matter of time before Richard sees it all, realizes he’s bit off more than he can chew, and walks out because it’s too much to handle. Because he’s too much to handle. “Why do you care? It’s not like it’s your problem.” Richard stares for a second, quiet, but Casey can’t make sense of his expression. When he looks away and goes back to focusing on the tub, it’s not clear whether he’s disappointed in Casey’s answer or the grime he’s failing to scrub out. “You’re right, it’s not my problem. I could walk outta here if I really wanted to, go t’the bar n’ never worry about it, but sometimes we do stuff ‘cause we wanna help people.” Casey furrows his eyebrows, but doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look away or move. “I know you don’t like me much yet,” Richard goes on. “That’s okay if y’don’t, I did just kinda crash your place. But no one should be livin’ in a hotel. And no kid deserves to sleep in a bathtub ‘cause he doesn’t have his own space. ‘Specially not a kid who’s gonna be a star, right?” At that, Casey scoffs a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Whatever.” “I meant that when I said it!” “I’m sure.” Casey turns back to the sink. When he catches himself in the mirror, star is the literal last thing he can see. “I’m just saying you don’t have to do all this. If you can walk out any time, you might as well do it now.”

๐™๐™ค๐™˜๐™ &๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก

07/31/2021 08:46 PM 

Moira's Questionaire.

First name?Moira - Stupid.Surname?MacQueen.Middle names?Iona - Who decided to give me this, anyway? My name sounds so f***ing stupid to me.Nicknames?Mo.Spit Fire.Bitch.Give me one if you dare.Date of birth?None of your f***ing business.Age?This gun has your name on it I swear to f***ing god.Build?Okay fine, Curvy, fit.Hair colour?Blonde.Hair style?Usually down, wavy, princess hairstyle.Eye colour?Hazel.Distinguishing facial features? My Eyes.Skin? Pale, Fair.Make up?Smoky, Dark, red lips.Type of clothes?Leather usually, jeans, plaid - Depends on my mood.Race / Ethnicity?F***ing Scottish and proud of it.Are they in good health?Uhhh, yeah sure.What words or phrases do they overuse?F***. Sh*t. Knitwit. Get the idea?How do they display affection?Okay I don’t do affection, okay? If I say you’re an idiot then I probably mean it with all my love.Strongest character trait?Brave.Weakest character trait?Pride.What is their greatest fear?Drowning, spiders.What are their political views?If I can see it then I can believe it... But I’ve seen some f*** up sh*t so... Yeah.What was your character like as a baby? As a child?As a baby? Loud, happy and cheeky as a child? I had to grow up quickly, too quickly so let’s leave it there.Did they grow up rich or poor?Poor.Did they grow up nurtured or neglected?My aunt was a drunk bitch who deserved to die, how is that for you?Do they believe in love at first sight?God no.Are they in a relationship?No f***ing way.When did you character last have sex?Uh - three hours ago?What is their favourite song?Pink - What the hell.What are their eating habits?Junk food usually, occasionally salad, Fruit - Anything sweet.Who is their hero?Dean Winchester - No one says a word.What fairytale do they hate?Snowwhite - Man that girl has one squeaky voice.Do they believe in happy endings?No.If they could have a superpower, what would they choose?Flight would be nice, I guess?

Bella Rose

07/31/2021 08:40 PM 

Rules: Please Read Before Discussion

1) No one liners, I'm good with most lengths but let's have a little to go by.2) Ask about my k1nks before assuming I'm into everything, I'm not, so let's talk first.3) If you can't tell, one of them is pregnancy, if you're not into that, please let me know.4) I'm multi-ship/LI, my stories don't intersect with each other unless I say otherwise.


07/31/2021 04:34 PM 

Reply/Prompt to Brilliantly Scary

Over the course of the last few months, Hermione and George had been spending more time together, since the night of the one year mark of the Battle of Hogwarts. The two were grieving together, being there for eachother. They had started off with a sibling dynamics, but it seemed that they were getting closer. Everyone assumed it would have been Hermione and Ron. But things seemed to be changing between Hermione and George.   Hermione had been at his flat again, this time it was him comforting her. It was always back and forth, one always needed to be comforted and they seemed to go to the other. He had always assumed it would be Ron or Harry she would go to. But it was him, it was always him now. He had no problem with it as it helped him to, to open up to her as she did with him.   Hermione had just run out of his flat, after a very spontaneous kiss. Fingers on his lips, feeling the shadow of her kiss, her soft lips against hers. From there it was a whirlwind. Trying to get his own voice heard through her own rambling. But she wouldn’t stop until she had left. He stood there for a moment, rooted to his spot. Don’t be an idiot, go after her a voice said in his head. For whatever reason, he listened and ran out of his flat.   “Hermione,” George called. Running as fast as his long legs would take him, he searched for her, finally finding her three blocks away. “George.. No. Don’t you…..” But it was too late, he quickly approached her hands gently on her neck and his lips were against hers. She let out a whimper, but responded to the kiss   “Will you just shut up for a moment?” He said as he pulled away for a few seconds. “I think I love you” He looked down at her as he stood close, his hands still holding her in place “And I’m terrified” He watched as Hermione breathed in deeply, her eyes closed. He was terrified, terrified of what the future could hold, but he wanted her to be part of it, terrified that he could lose to. He had to admit what he felt before it was too late. “You're smart, kind and caring. Most of all your beautiful”   Hermione kept her eyes closed, not wanting to hear this right now “George. Please. Don’t” She whispered as she tried to pull away, but George wasn't letting her go so easily. George knew he would be foolish to let her go. But he wasn’t blind like Percy or Ron were. He wasn’t going to let this slip through his fingers.   “I don’t think I’m the only one terrified though,” George said. “You're just as terrified as I am. That’s why you're pushing me away” He could see that she was conflicted. Many emotions flitting across her face, but confusion was mostly what he saw   “George. We shouldn’t do this. Were not in the right frame of mind” Hermione said, pushing him away harder. George finally dropped his hands. “I...It isn’t right” She wrapped her arms around herself. “It isn’t right?” He raised an eyebrow. “Or are you afraid of what my brother would say?” He knew he was going to hit a nerve. “You can’t always be afraid of what others will say”   “I’m not!” Hermione nearly shrieked “It has nothing to do with him” Her comment made him raise an eyebrow. He knew she was lying. She knew that she was lying to and that George wouldn’t believe her. “I. I don’t want us to admit to something if were unsure. We are grieving. Do you really think you’d feel the same way if you weren’t grieving?” She asked him before walking away.“Yes. Yes I would” He responded by following her and grabbing her by the elbow and pulled her to him, his lips finding hers again for one last kiss before she took off into the night, leaving him on the street of Diagon alley.   I think I love you and I’m terrified  

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07/31/2021 02:40 PM 

An Unexpected Surprise ~ Drabble

Stephanie walked upstairs as she made her way from the lab. She was currently in the process of gathering data on an unidentified object that had been found in an Hydra Base. Just as she reached the top of the stairs, Tony suddenly came through, still wearing his iron man suit, carrying something rather small in his arms. "Where are the others? And what on earth are you carrying?" She asked. Tony simply walked up to her. "Any progress on the object we brought back?" He asked and she tilted her head towards his desk. "It's all over there what I have so far..." She said though she was rather hesitant. "Well good because I have a new job for you." He said and suddenly placed the small bundle in her arms. Stephanie was confused as she pulled back the small blanket and looked up at him in shock. "A baby?! Tony you must be joking..." She said.Tony who was now pouring himself a drink just smiled. "No and let's be honest here right now you're the only one who's not going on life threatening missions." He said and Stephanie scoffed. "No I just have the threat of Hydra Agents on my ass twenty four seven! That does not make her any less in danger if she's with me." Stephanie said but Tony just walked off, calling over his shoulder. "To bad! It's your job now. We'll find her living relatives or you could simply adopt it. The others should be back before long with everything you need!" He said and Stephanie let out a sigh. "You're impossible, Stark!" She called after him before looking down at the baby.Moving the blanket she noticed a name had been stitched into the fabric. " that your name?" She asked softly as the little bundle began to stir in her arms. Sighing she softly began singing a version of 'Rock a bye' that her mother used to sing to her and Steve. Meanwhile the Avengers were making their way up to the main room, everything Tony had them to pick up in their hands. However they stopped outside the door when they heard a rather gentle voice singing as they listened through the door. Sam, being curious peeked inside before looking back at the rest of them. "It's Stephanie." He said and Steve smiled. "Why such the look of surprise, Sam?" He asked as they all quietly made their way past Stephanie who hadn't even realized they were home, and into the meeting room.After sitting everything down, Sam looked at Steve. "No offense, I know that's your sister but she always looks so deep in thought. I've never once seen a smile on her face, Steve." Sam started. Natasha however turned her attention to Tony. "You're trying to get her to come out of her shell." She said and Tony simply shrugged as he looked over some papers. "Let's face it the only time she leaves the lab is when it's with Capsicle or Manchurian Candidate over there. She's never even attended one of my parties." He said and Nat smirked. "Maybe she simply doesn't like you." She said and Tony rolled his eyes. "Please. I'm loveable." He said โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹Bucky who had been watching Stephanie at the time turned to look at Tony. "I have a name you know." He said and Tony looked at him. "Yeah but I prefer the names I give. They're more fun." He smirked causing Bucky to sigh as he sat down in the chair.Moments later Stephanie walked in. "Hey Tony when did you say the others would be getting back? I think Faith is hungry...-" she said but trailed off when she seen everyone was in the meeting room, her cheeks turning a bright pink. " long have you all been back?" She asked noticing they were all staring at her. Sam however was the one to break the silence. "Long enough to see a side of you none of us knew existed aside from Steve and Bucky of course." He said.Stephanie smiled awkwardly. " well I actually need that crib you all bought set up in my room and uh....I need the bottles and formula..." She said grabbing a change of clothes for Faith. "I'll be in my room." She said before quickly leaving. Sam having watched her leave looked at Steve and Bucky. "What was that about?" He asked. Bucky scratched his head as Steve looked down. "It's um..." Steve started. "It's out of order...for her." Steve said and Bucky crossed his arms. "Normally she'd be courted, then and all that come after." He explained and Steve chuckled. "She's still getting used to how things are done now." Steve said.Meanwhile Stephanie was upstairs in her room, having finished placing a new set of clothes on Faith as she looked at her. "What am I going to do with you...?" She asked softly. Just then she felt a tiny hand wrap around her finger. Sighing softly she laid down next to Faith who was drifting off to sleep. Meanwhile Sam, Steve, and Bucky had came into her room, placing Faiths bed together. Stephanie simply laid there letting the little life that had literally been placed in her hands hours before as she held onto her finger with her tiny hand, listening as the boys moved around the room. Turning she caught Bucky's gaze who had came over sitting on the edge of the bed. "You'll do fine. She'll be safe until we find her family." He said quietly. Stephanie just smiled a bit. "Yeah I know....but it looks like you've got more confidence in me then I do myself." She said quietly.Bucky smiled a bit and kissed her on the forehead. "Because I know what you're capable of when you set your mind to something." He said softly. Stephanie simply smiled a bit even though she didn't exactly have faith in herself. However she knew she had to protect the little one and somehow....someway reunite her with her family. 

don't forget me.

07/31/2021 01:20 PM 

๐ŸŒธ my muses.

will go here soon.

muses, character, supernatural, fem!, demons, angels, original characters, biblical


07/31/2021 09:13 PM 

Prompt for Insufferable (Hermione)

How did it get to this point for George? He had closed himself up to literally everyone. He had left his parents place again and was back in the flat that he had shared with his brother. Days bleed into weeks and weeks bleed into months. George hadn’t been able to move on in the slightest like every one else. How was he supposed to? Why couldn’t he? He knew in his heart that Fred would want him to, but he couldn’t.   It was his birthday, his first birthday without his twin. And he was angry that he had to go on with this day without his brother. The redhead went to bed in a bad mood and woke up the next morning in the same bad mood. For a guy who likes to lighten the mood usually, he wasn’t able to pull himself out of this funk. Would anyone be able to? He highly doubted it.   When he woke, it was 5.30 am, he couldn’t sleep any more, not that his body let him since he had been agitated all night, knowing what could happen today of all days. He would be bombarded by his family with celebrations. George knew that they were only going to try and make him feel better, but he was so deep into his depression there was no use.    By 7 am, a few owls had arrived with letters. “Just go away” George said storming out of his room, shooing them away. He picked up the letters and threw him on the counter. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone on this day of all days? He didn’t want to be celebrated without his brother.   When he get into the kitchen, he was shaking and couldn’t focus, whatever he could get his hands on went flying, damn near destrying the kitchen. It got loud and he didn’t hear the door open. It was Hermione coming in to see if he was alright. The Weasley’s didn’t dare to come and see George right away so Hermione had offered to go see him. It was a good thing that it was no one else. The site before Hermione was a broken man. “Oh George” She said as she saw him slides down the kitchen wall, lending with a hard thud on his ass.   George looked up at Hermione, face streaked with tears. “Wh.. what are….” He couldn’t even finish as Hermione nearly flew over to him and wrapped her arms around him, not caring about the kitchen in this moment, it wasn’t important.   Feeling Hermione’s arms around him made him flinch but he leaned into her. “I...I can’t. I’m not sure” George couldn’t get a sentence out, having a horrible time trying to calm himself down. “It’s alright George” Hermione soothed. This was weird for George. He knew Hermione liked to help people, make them feel better, but not usually George since he had rarely been down like this. But since the war, he had been down.   “I… I can’t get out of my head…” HE shook his head, sobbing. He wanted to curl into himself, but Hermione made that impossible since she was still holding on to him. “What is going on in that head of yours?” Hermione asked, tryin to get him to open up.   George shook his head, finally getting himself free and bringing his knees to his chest, resting his face on his knees as he wrapped his arms around his legs “My… my mind is a in a dark place. You don’t want to be there” Was all George could say. He didn’t want other people knowing what his mind was like, it was a very dark place. He didn’t even want to be in his own head. “George” Hermione started.   “Don’t” George nearly shouted. “Don’t tell me I need people.” He glared at Hermione. “What I need is what I can’t get back” It hurt to say that aloud. He didn’t want to say it either. “You think you know what it’s like, but you don’t” He shook his head as Hermione tried to speak. “Today of all days you just had to come” He looked away   “Your mother is worried about you. So is the rest of your family.” She gently reached out, placing a hand on George’s shoulder “You need them just as much as they need you. Today isn’t about just you. It’s a way to celebrate you and the life of Fred” Hermione’s lip started to quiver “Your mind doesn’t have to be in a dark place if you can get some help”   “Get help?” George said as he jumped up, shaking furiously. Hermione realized what she said. “George. I… I didn’t mean”   He glared at her “Yes, yes you did! Now get out.” He took her by the arm and walked her to the door of the flat and gave her a push out, closing the door and locking it. He rested his head on the door, holding back a sob.   My mind is a dark place. went through George’s head It had gotten to the point that he wasn’t even sure what he could do.  


07/31/2021 05:43 PM 

Addition Task: Playlist

Kenzie's Must-Haves 2021Luke Combs - Forever After AllCarrie Underwood - Before He CheatsMartina McBride - I'm Gonna Love You Through ItMiley Cyrus - The ClimbMimi Webb - Good WithoutTrain - Marry MeMadison Beer - Emotional BruisesBritney Spears - SometimesTaylor Swift - You Belong With MeShawn Mendes - If I Can't Have YouCher - If I Could Turn Back TimeCher - Believe


07/30/2021 09:27 PM 

Spirit Week Task: Outfit

Lillian Shepherd-SH-Homecoming-

07/30/2021 09:06 PM 

Diary Lillian Shepherd-Short Story-
Current mood:  creative

My name is Lillian Shepherdand I am a member of The Order as I believeย there is one faith and one true religion as well. Alex Shepherd is my onlyย child and I was never been able to have another baby and sadly I can't evenย recall last time I see my son been too long now I wish he would come home.ย I don't even know where my husband is either Adam Shepherd they bothย seem to be missing and since both are missing home seems empty withoutย them both. I pray to the true religion that both men will come home as I sitย and wait day by day at the window waiting for my men to come home andย will I greet both happily when I see them both are still alive and well. ย 


07/30/2021 09:01 PM 

spirit week task: Recipe

Deep Fried OreosIngredients: 2 quarts vegetable oil for frying1 large eggโ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹1 cup milkโ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹2 teaspoons vegetable oilโ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹1 cup pancake mixโ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹1 (18 ounce) package of Oreos. Directions: Heat oil in deep-fryer to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).Whisk together the egg, milk, and 2 teaspoons of vegetable oil in a bowl until smooth. Stir in the pancake mix until no dry lumps remain. Dip the cookies into the batter one at a time, and carefully place into the hot frying oil. Fry only 4 or 5 at a time to avoid overcrowding the deep fryer. Cook until the cookies are golden-brown, about 2 minutes. Drain on a paper towel-lined plate before serving.


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