We,-The-Pizza

anonymous asked:

My headspace is like an apartment with a basement (although I forget if that's still there) and there's sorts for bedrooms but like- they just sleep on the sectional Bc there's only two of them. We order pizza a lot. There's a kitchen but I mean- we don't use a lot of the space it's just there.

nice!!

Italy

Can you do a cute one with Roman Bürki please?

The season had finally ended, Roman whisked you away for a small break. The last few weeks had been insane and we had been quite distant with each other. What with everything with that happened with Marc, Roman was quite affected by what happened, but I am so glad everything was sorted out and we were close again.

Instead of going somewhere really hot, we decided whenever we had a break, we wanted to explore more of Europe. Roman decided he would take me to Italy. I was so excited about going, it was crazy how many places in Europe we hadn’t explored yet.

“I can’t believe we are here, this place is beautiful already. I mean the smell it smells good, imagine all the pizza we can eat and the ice cream. The place is amazing and I am here with my incredible boyfriend” I blurted out, almost forgetting how to stop talking. “Babe I was wondering when you were ever going to stop. You are so excited” I laughed as I playfully slapped his chest.

“Right it is lunchtime, shall we get pizza seeing as that is all you have spoken about” Roman teased as I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes please” I squealed as he took me to the local pizza place where one of the boys had recommended. “Right this is the place babe, I remember Marctold me about it when him and Melissa went to Italy a few years ago” I smiled at him.

We went into the pizzeria. It smelt incredible, they did individual slices. It was quit fascinatin and it looked like something you would see on instagram. “I love this place, it is so cute isn’t it” I smiled at Roman as he is ordering our pizza. “I really like this place too. I think it is great that Marc suggested this place” I smiled and agreed with him. 

As we got our pizza, we sat outside and tucked into our pizza. “This is amazing” I said just after my first bite. “Wow. Okay I don’t think my body will be looking like this after I leave Venice.” I rolled my eyes at him, he was always thinking of his body. “We are on holiday, just shh” I laughed as I ate my pizza. Roman winked.

“Now where are we going?” I asked him as I finished my pizza. “Lets go to the Leaning Tower Of Pisa” Roman suggested as I nodded. “Yes I have always wanted to go there” I squealed as I grabbed onto Roman’s hand. “You are literally so excited, maybe I should take you away ore often” Roman pinched my cheeks. “You sneaky thing” I laughed as we walked together.

“Wow wow” I mumbled as we walked towards the tower. It was a huge tourist attraction, it was incredible just seeing it in real life rather than on TV. “Can we take some photos?” Roman suggested, that man love a selfie. I am sure he took more than me, but he didn’t like to admit it though.

We took some photos and actually someone suggested they would take one for us. “That is beautiful that one” I smiled as I looked down at his phone. “We do know how to take a selfie don’t we” Roman winked. “Yes we do”

As the day went by, we were just waked around the area and explored. “If we are planning our visits around Europe, where to next?” I asked him as he swung my hands up and down. “I would love to go to Iceland, to see the Northern Lights” Roman suggested. “Yes please. I absolutely love seeing people’s pictures of the lights. It is so beautiful" I smiled as we carried on talking about how next few adventures.

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Mike Ilitch, who founded Little Caesars and who owned the Detroit Red Wings and Detroit Tigers, died on Friday at the age of 87.

Ilitch took over on paying Parks’ rent in 1994 when he heard that there were some concerns over her welfare and safety when she became the victim of assault and robbery. He continued to pay her rent up until she died in 2005.

“It’s important that people know what Mr. Mike Ilitch did for Ms. Rosa Parks because it’s symbolic of what he has always done for the people of our city,” ~ U.S. Court of Appeals Judge Damon Keith said in 2014.

Here’s the Cartoon Network schedule for Monday, March 27 to Sunday, April 2, excluding Saturday, April 1.

For some reason, the official source for CN’s backdoor schedule has April 1st completely blank. April Fools surprise?

Anyways, new movie this week (Open Season 3) and Clarence and Steven Universe get their Sunday slots back if things work as planned. Weekday schedule keeps the lack in variety but with one extra show now.

New episodes this week:

  • Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs - Last week of the month long premiere bomb, Mon-Thurs at 5:30p
  • Teen Titans Go! - Friday at 6:00p
  • The Powerpuff Girls - Friday at 7:45p
  • Justice League Action and LEGO Nexo Knights - Supposedly on Saturday, dunno for sure.

Top 3 shows:

  1. Teen Titans Go! - 125 - 40% (lowest percentage I’ve seen in a while)
  2. The Amazing World of Gumball - 84 - 27%
  3. Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs - 58 - 18%

The top 3 shows are 85% of the schedule.

crimson-chains  asked:

Prompt: Poor, underpaid, overworked Chihoko Pizza Delivery employee has to deal with unreasonably angry Mafia boss Victor. This has happened on many occasions. This time he's had it. He fights back.

“For the last time, I don’t know anything about your b–”

“Stop lying to me, you worthless piece of rotten fish. I can see the call log history.”

The sigh at the other end of the line sounded beyond defeat. Victor could nearly taste the sweet, savory success. Generally, Victor did not consider himself to be the jealous type. Yuuri was perfectly entitled to having friends and connections outside their relationship, but something about Chihoko rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe because it was that unlike all of Yuuri’s other friends, Yuuri never brought up Chihoko in conversation. Unlike his journalist friend Phichit or the cadet Minami, who often cropped up when Yuuri was chatting to Victor about his day.

But there was radio silence on Chihoko. And it bugged Victor.

Since the day when Yuuri oh so trustingly handed Victor his phone to show him a few cute photos of puppies during a date that had the both of them melting. And Victor had really not meant to invade Yuuri’s privacy. He was just curious about how exactly Yuuri had saved his name amongst the contacts, only to be flattered to see that he was listed in Yuuri’s speed dial.

Except there was one problem.

This ‘Chihoko’ was ahead of him. And it wasn’t any of Yuuri’s friends, or relatives. Normally Victor wouldn’t have thought anything about it. But next to the name 'Chihoko’ was a little '♡’ symbol. And THAT Victor wasn’t all that okay with. Not when a quick and sneaky (and admittedly very very very guilty) check of Yuuri’s call log showed that he called this 'Chihoko ♡’ every week. Usually quite late in the evening. On days he told Victor he couldn’t meet for a date because he was “working late.”

So maybe, perhaps, it was possible, that Victor got a bit uncharacteristically jealous.

“Look, sir, if you’re not going to order–”

“I’m ordering you to keep your paws off my Yuuri!” Victor snapped, wondering if it would be too dramatic to track 'Chihoko ♡’ down and remind them that swimming with fishes was still as effective a technique as ever, despite it being a bit old fashioned. Probably too dramatic. Besides, Otabek had mentioned being out of town for the weekend…

“If you keep this up, I’m going to call the police–”

“You call him and it’s the last thing you’ll ever do, Chihoko. I will personally ensure it.” Victor growled out his warning, heard a choked-gasp from the other end of the line, and then pressed the 'end call’ button hard enough he could nearly feel the screen crack. He felt oddly satisfied with himself for the rest of the day.

That was until Yuuri called him later, apologizing and saying that he had to work late again and that he would probably not be able to make their scheduled date. The regret in Yuuri’s voice was genuine, but Victor still bristled just a little, until Yuuri continued and asked if Victor still wanted to come over to Yuuri’s place even if it would be later than originally planned, for an eat-in dinner.

Victor’s foot snagged on the carpet as he hastened to reply with a delighted, “Yes, yes, of course!”

“Cool. I don’t think I have anything at home I can cook quickly, would you mind if we ordered a pizza or something? It’s not great but… I thought it’d be nice just to relax on the couch with you and be a bit lazy after how crazy this week has been…”

There might have been another pang of guilt at the center of Victor’s chest, with the knowledge that the reason for Yuuri’s increased amounts of overtime had a direct relationship to the escalation of tension between Victor’s and JJ’s gangs. So of course his answer was, “Anything you want, darling.” He could practically hear the blush spreading across Yuuri’s beautiful face, still getting used to the sweetnames Victor dropped so frequently.

“Okay, ummm, I’ll see you at my place at nine then? Can you order from Chihoko’s Pizzeria? They’re my favorite, and they don’t charge delivery for a large.”

Victor froze. Choked on a bit of air. Shattered into a couple million pieces of embarrassment and then puzzled himself back together. “Uhh, yeah, sure, of course! Not a problem.”

Turned out to be a big problem.

Victor had to fumble through several dozen excuses and explanations when their Hawaiian arrived at the door with no pineapple, no ham, a sprinkling of cheese in the shape of a sad face, and several servings of anchovies.

Victor never called Chihoko ever again.

inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“Okay…?”

Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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