#cesar salad

[brattylikestoeat]

[semmi-epsilon]

Cesar Salad

[lykos-with-a-gun]

The Mandela effect AU: vol 2

So I'm done w/ my meal, didn't expect for ppl to actually like it so uh yeah.

Warning: the daily warning of this chapter is that there are gonna be many dead ppl and suicide (is Sarah's timeline what did you expect, my Sarah is very depressed) (also Thatcher is mentioned)

Summary: Sarah Heathcliff isn't having a good day, mainly because is Mark's birthday and Cesar won't take her to the graveyard to see him.

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July 20, 1998

It was a cold morning, and at around 5:20 AM Sarah Heathcliff was staring emptily at the calendar.

It was Mark's birthday

Mark who was no longer there was born in this day at this hour. But Sarah could not go to the graveyard by herself, Cesar told her so.

And Cesar was too busy caring about his mom, his mother who has attempted suicide multiple times, and trying to forget that horrible day where he called a Mark that was already dead.

Sarah had attempted multiple times bargaining with Cesar, many days, and now that day came, and she could not do anything about it

She didn't like that, not at all.

Many things where whispered on her ear by fake things who didn't exist, many of them where already whispered to her before by her hallucinations, so she didn't really mind.

She didn't like being ten, that maded her feel horrifyingly weak. And it was unacceptable.

She did not want to be weak

She wore his brother's sweatshirt that was a bit too big for her, some black pants and gray shoes.

She grabbed a bag in which she had put a birthday gift to Mark, who was no longer alive, and fled from her parents house, them who where asleep, to go to the graveyard by herself.

And without a word, she was already outside the house, going to the graveyard.

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The streets of Mandela where empty as usual, the whole alternates thing have stole the joy that used to be on the streets, a joy she never got to know.

She grabbed a couple of flowers along the way, a rose, a magnolia, and a daisy.

The graveyard was not that far, but the silence and the constant warnings Cesar gave her made it look like it was. Very odd.

She told herself along the way many things, like "will he like it?", but half of those where delusions where he was alive.

"My brother would have been alive if it wasn't because of that damm police officer" she whispered to herself, maybe placing the guilt on others would cease her pain, right?

Her steps, the trees and a couple birds where the only audible things in that street, it was really pretty, she supposed as she observed around.

She finally reached to the graveyard

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"Hi brother", she said to a grave — Mark's grave, "happy birthday..."

She stared at his grave for a bit, then continued "I brought you some flowers and a gift. So you... So you won't feel alone in your birthday.." She finally said after placing the flowers and gift on his grave.

"Cesar told me to not come here because I was 'too young'... But.. But I came anyway because.. I really wanted to see you" she said, her small voice almost breaking.

Her voice was the only thing audible there, no birds, not even the trees, just her and her brother who was not there anymore.

She spent a lot time talking, talked for hours, there standing in front of a grave that could not hear nor answer her in any way.

That until a familiar voice knocked in

"Sarah? What the hell are you doing here!?"

She turned back to see Cesar, in a black jacket with red shirt.

"Cesar i-" she tried

"Not even try," he interrupted "didn't I told you to not come alone? Your parents are gonna hate me"

"You can tell them I went with you!" She said

"But I 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 tell them you where coming with me!" He said back

"Just..." He paused , mediating his words at the thought that she was just ten and sighed "... What where you even doing here in the first place?"

"Wishing a happy birthday to mark..." Sarah answered

"Why didn't you just told me that?" Cesar said

"You said no." Sarah said back

"You just said you where going to the graveyard" Cesar said

"Good point" Sarah responded.

They both sat along Mark — his grave — quietly, saying nothing.

There was no need for conversation in that moment.

At least not now.

Happy birthday, Mark Heathcliff.

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Dayum, this was surprisingly easier, Cesar salad and Sarah boss gurl are traumatized here

So uh summary: Sarah wants to wish Markie (which is still definitely dead) a happy b'day.

Note: in this volume Sarah is 10, but in next she's gonna be a teen, because the order of volumes sucks

[nate-nat]

Sussyvent funnies

They are very funni she's definitely not going to kill Cesar nooo she's so harmless ^^

Original (please let me know if anyone finds the artist!!!)

[krystal-prisms]

Happy Ides of March, gang, let's go girls

[bougie-bitch]

[jadeitor-creatura]

Best Cesar Salad this joyfull day of Tumblr, here's is the recipe:

Cut some chicken strips, season them with a little of paprika, pepper, cumin and salt. On a pan with a little of oil till is done. (Same with tofu, maybe add a little of soy sauce for extra flavor)

Cut a garlic in half and spread it on your bread of choice, cut it in dices, add a little of oil and to the pan till they are golden and crunchy.

Cheese of your choice, cut in in dices and add all you heart is telling you

Wash a big handful of lettuce and rinse it well or the Cesar sauce will mix with the water and turn it into a soup (unless you like the soup)

Mix it all with cesar sauce, then add a little of parmesan dust on top, more sauce if you want and a little of dill for a fancy flavor.

Eat while doomscrolling on Tumblr

[theravenatmychamberdoor]

Had to explain to my dad why Tumblr (a fandom website of all places) celebrates The Ides of March and not a history website.

Anyways happy Ides of March everyone because I’m gonna have a Cesar Salad 😋