#frankfurter

[frustratedasatruar]

A lot of people don't realize that Frankfurter was actually the chef, not the hotdog.

[stitch-away]

little divorced frank langdon drabble <3

catching langdon without his wedding ring when he finally gets back. he didn't mean for you to see, he thought you were busy like everyone else. but after the tension you two had before he left, you couldn't resist rushing to see him.

frank was a good mentor to you before he left. you knew he was arrogant and snapped others but with you he was gentle and understanding. it felt like he really cared. you saw the wedding ring, you weren't naive, you knew nothing was gonna come from it but damn if you didn't think about how his cock would feel inside you.

so seeing him now with no ring on felt like a sign; you have a shot.

"no ring?" you say quietly, watching langdon jump back from his old locker.

"oh- kid- what're you doing here?" he swallows awkwardly, dropping his left hand behind his back, "i just forgot to put it on. that's all." he's unconvincing and he knows it. his old charisma is gone, he feels like he's a performance himself.

you reach out and grab his left hand, holding it gently as you trace his ring finger. there's no mark from wearing it anymore and in place of his dad friendship bracelet that tanner made him is a narcotics anonymous bracelet. you cup his hand in the both of yours, fingertips brushing the bracelet.

"narcotics anonymous," you smile up at him, his eyes terrified of your judgment, "i'm really proud of you, frank." he didn't expect you to say that, his heart aching a little as he forces a smile.

"thanks," he mutters. it's obvious no one else has told him that yet. at least no one that matters to him.

"i'm sorry about the wife and kids," you sigh, "but you look better." you move your hands, one locking fingers with his left hand and the other cupping his cheek. "i missed you."

frank freezes, his eyes locked on yours. he has no idea what to do. no one's touched him like this in months. he didn't think you'd wanna see him after what he did, that you'd resent him.

"i- i missed you too," he winces. being honest and vulnerable with the people in his life is a part of rehab, but he didn't consider one of those people to be you: a former mentee that he thought would've grown to hate him.

you brush his cheek gently, seeing his smile grow to reach his eyes. "i'm glad you're back."

"me too," he nods, leaning into your touch, "this is where i belong. i refuse to fuck that up again."

"i hope this doesn't count as fucking things up." he frowns in confusion for a second before you lean up and kiss him. he kisses back after a second, missing the feeling of someone — anyone — loving him.

your fingers slips into his hair, tugging softly as you mouth opens, inviting him in. he follows your lead, letting his tongue glide inside. he presses his nose against yours, relaxing into the comfort of your skin. fuck he missed being loved.

his mind catches up to him and remembers where you are, pulling back with tremendous effort. he pants softly against yours lips, his forehead resting on yours.

"we shouldn't do this," he whispers, "i- i'm not someone you wanna trust, let alone love." you shake your head, kissing him quickly on the lips.

"that's not true," you brush your nose against his, "i wanna do this with you. please." frank groans quietly, the way you need him sending blood rushing away from his brain. he needs you too.

"okay," he nods, "but we'll talk after work. none of this while we're on the clock. i can't risk my job again." he kisses your cheek and pulls back.

"yes sir," you chuckle, trying to keep the mood light. he rolls his eyes, a smile on his lips.

"see you out there, kid," he chuckles, playfully pushing you away as he goes to get changed.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A couple eats a hot dog from both ends, Coney Island, July 18, 1943.

Photo: Bettmann/Getty via Buzzfeed

[scr4n]

Chilli hot dog 🌭

Pork & chicken frankfurter hot dog, brioche bun, chunky steak chilli, onion and yellow mustard

[hottdoggblogg]

[fnrrfygmschnish]

The whole group of characters planned for the "Frankfurter and the Eight Orbs" game idea, with each of them carrying the orb(s) that are associated with them (because you find them in the same area where you meet that character, mostly... though the Orbs' elements do tend to more or less match up with traits of the character, too.)

…except the Star Orb, which is just kinda lying on the ground off to the side since it doesn't have a character associated with it.

I haven't decided exactly where and how you end up finding that one, but it's probably going to be set up so that it's always the last one that becomes accessible (after you've already gathered up the other seven.)

[morethansalad]

Vegan Sausages (Frankfurter)

[napunk-history]

Frankfurter (Stupids)

Eat EP (1987)