all i wanted was a pie

anonymous asked:

What's Dean's favorite flavor of pie and what's your favorite thing (besides Dean) about being a part of the Winchester family? Do you miss Heaven?

His favorite flavor of pie changes all the time. I think it’s currently cherry.

My favorite thing about being a part of the Winchester family is the dynamic between all of us, in that they actual feel like family to me. I miss the idea of Heaven because it was my home for so long, but I wouldn’t want to go back.

die-forellex  asked:

I'm coming out of the anons because like, I've drank enough clearly. IF YOU HAD TO HAVE A COOKING SHOW with like, 104th or vets, but the cooking show turns into a WEIRD CHEESY PORNO like, WHO would bang, what food would they be cooking and like, at what moment would it turn into a weird porno? Me, I'd be getting some sweet sweet Ymir/Historia going on. They'd be making peach pie and Ymir would totally make a joke about Historia's ass and it would just all go down hill from there. Bow chika wow.

OMG OMGOMG IT WAS YOU THIS WHOLE TIME GSIADKOSLDVLF 

OK SO LIKE I WAS GONNA CHOOSE THE 104TH BECAUSE I HAD EREN AND SASHA IN MIND BUT…LIKE…ALSO THE VETS HAVE LEVI AND ERWIN SO LIKE….FUCK MAN I DON’T KNOW…

I’m breaking the rules because I want 104th AND the vets OOPS! So here’s how it goes down, we’re making pancakes. Well more like I’m making pancakes and Erwin, Sasha, and Eren are all there. Why? Who fucking knows. This is porn and it doesn’t have to make sense. And all of a sudden Eren is behind me, hugging me and shit and Sasha is like trying to eat the pancake mix and i’m like STAHP IT’S NOT COOKED and tbh that’s where it all happens. And the whole time Eren, Sasha, and I are going at it, Erwin is watching. Joins at the end. 

Also the whole pancake thing has been a long time fantasy and a friend of mine ( @erensjaegerbombs ) actually wrote it out for me a WHILE ago, only it’s just me and Eren. 

Songs that never fail to make white people beyond turnt
  •  Don’t Stop Believing 
  • Bohemian Rhapsody 
  • Living On A Prayer 
  • Come On Eileen 
  • Sweet Caroline 
  • Shot Through the Heart 
  • Pour Some Sugar on Me 
  • Sweet Home Alabama 
  • Under Pressure 
  • Shook Me All Night Long 
  • Ice Ice Baby 
  • Cotton Eyed Joe
  • 500 Miles
  • Wonderwall 
  • Buddy Holly 
  • A Thousand Miles 
  • Teenage Dirtbag 
  • Red Solo Cup 
  • Mr Brightside 
  • Never Gonna Give You Up 
  • Eye of the Tiger 
  • Chicken Fried 
  • American Pie 
  • I Love Rock and Roll 
  • Dancing Queen 
  • Don’t You Want Me
  • We Will Rock You 
  • The Time Warp 
  • Hey Jude 
  • Piano Man
  • This Is How We Do It
  • Drops of Jupiter 
  • Hey Soul Sister
  • In The End 
  • All The Small Things 
  • Stacy’s Mom 
  • Kryptonite 
  • All Star 
  • You Found Me
  • Bad Day 
  • Bring Me To Life 
  • Dance, Dance
  • Sugar We’re Going Down 
  • I Write Sins Not Tragedies 
  • All The Small Things 
  • Ocean Avenue 
  • Dirty Little Secret 
  • Margaritaville 
  • Sk8er Boi
  • Brown Eyed Girl 
  • Life Is A Highway 
  • Some Nights 
  • Little Lion Man 
  • Breakeven
  • Hey There Delilah 
  • Viva La Vida
  • Use Somebody 
  • Carry On My Wayward Son 
  • Take On Me
  • 1985 
  • Iris 
  • I’m Awesome 
  • Seven Nation Army 
  • September 
  • Since U Been Gone
  • Skinny Love 
  • Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)
  • Bye Bye Bye 
  • Say It Ain’t So 
  • Somewhere Only We Know 
  • I’m Yours 
  • Last Resort 
  • My Girl 
  • Tiny Dancer 
  • Roxanne
  • Shout 
  • I’m a Believer 
  • Soul Man
  • Feel Good Inc 
  • Check Yes Juliet
  • Walking On Sunshine 
  • MMM Bop
  • Pumped up Kicks 
  • Hooked On A Feeling 
  • It’s A Beautiful Day
  • Summer Girls 
  • Before He Cheats 
  • Happy Together
  • You Make My Dreams Come True
  • Build Me Up Buttercup
  • Escape (The Pina Colada Song)
  • DONTTRUSTME
  • Shake It (Metro Station)
  • Juke Box Hero
  • Girls Just Want To Have Fun
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90.04.08. happy birthday to our beloved jonghyun, hope your day is full of joy and happiness 

It’s rare to find people who succeed in one shot. also, you don’t necessarily need to succeed in your first try. you will learn something from your failures

Long Live Octopus Pie

Three cheers!

I check the webpage out of habit, but Meredith Gran’s comic work Octopus Pie is over.  I feel like this is how sports fans feel when a jersey is retired and lifted to the rafters, forever in its untouchable place, time divided between when it was active and whatever comes after.  

That might sound grandiose, but in my mind, nothing tops the ten year run of Octopus Pie.  And in the lifespan of what we call Webcomics, 2007-2017 is a granddaddy of a run, worthy of names like “pioneering,” “influential” and “groundbreaking” because in the space of those years, in this new medium, there was room to be those things without any hyperbole.  The comics landscape of the past decade needed filling out and Meredith carved her space out with precision, showing a polish and drive and a talent from the beginning that set a high standard.  

I’m guessing that I started Hark a Vagrant about six months after Octopus Pie began, but Meredith’s was already a name to be reckoned with, due to the solid reputation of her previous comic Skirting Danger and because she was an honest to god trained animator in a sea of stickmen comics or two-dudes-on-a-couch comics (RIP forever *kisses fingers, holds them to the sky*). I was intimidated by her sheer capability.  But inspired too.  I did not need to be intimidated, she was one of the first people I met in comics, and easily one of the best.

Meredith and I briefly shared an apartment and a studio, and I can tell you, she can draw circles around everyone you know.  I later shared a studio with Mike Holmes, who could also draw circles around everyone, and now the two of them are married in some sort of talent supernova.  I am happy for them, even though I feel like I make grade three crayon pictures next to them.  But the other thing that being friends with Meredith for a long time has shown is the cutting wit, the care for stories done right, the love for a medium that will take you through highs and lows that come with comics, and lately through her job as a comics professor, the nurturing of upcoming talent.  I see all of this in Octopus Pie, a comic where character was paramount, where plots were expertly moved, a fine balance was found between the messiness of people and the fun you can have with stories, where subtle emotional movements where rendered with room to breathe, where I felt like I could reach deep into the hearts and minds of the characters on the page because they had been fleshed out so well over the years that they seemed as real people, people that I loved.

I don’t really like that phrase “comics will break your heart,” commonly attributed to Schultz, or Kirby, it doesn’t really matter.  You see it all the time, mostly when people are reckoning with the fact that they work in an unforgiving medium.  I don’t even know what it is about the saying that I don’t like.  Maybe it’s because we all know that comics are hard work, we all know that you might put your life and blood and heart into something and you might get nothing back.  There are no surprises to be found there - it’s not a bad day you had, it’s a life you’re well aware of living, if you do.  But we love the perserverers in comics.  The people who live the phrase are the ones who inspire us the most.

I’m saying all this, and pardon the segue, because I have seen Octopus Pie, some of the finest story work of my generation, passed for recognition time and again and it confuses the hell out of me, truly.  I don’t want to turn a tribute to a work I hold dear into sour grapes, that’s not the intention here, but lord above, if I can’t point this out now, then when can I?  We all know that there are no guarantees in this life (comics will break your heart) but I’ll say this once and then leave it: this is a comic of quality that was miles ahead of so many of its peers, and it deserved better, industry wise.  To wrap up the earlier point, maybe I don’t like CWBYH because it implies that you should shrug your shoulders and not ask for better every time, that a short end of some kind of stick is expected even.  That’s easy when it’s yourself, but speaking as a fan now, I say to heck with shrugging, I want to put Meredith on my shoulders and parade her around and dump her into a Scrooge McDuck thing full of awards.  

Actually that sounds pointy and bad and the Ignatz awards are bricks to begin with so maybe forget that analogy but you get the idea.

I hope you read Octopus Pie, I hope you buy the books.  I hope the legacy of it is long and full, because it always will be for me.  And I think readers will agree, because I know this devoted fan base pretty well.  I read the comments, I’ve sat next to Mer at comic shows, I’ve listened to some of the emails that touched her.  I know this is a comic that meant a lot, to a lot of us.  In this world of work we put our hearts and souls into to begin with, that is a wonderfully worthy thing.

I do not know what Meredith will do next, but whatever it is, I am here for it, seat pulled close to the stage.  The retired jersey is in the rafters, the game is still being played by the people who dreamed better because it was there.  Aw what can I say, I’m sentimental!

 Thanks, Meredith. <3

Two to the one to the two to the three, ⚬ I AM A PEARL! ⚬ Don’t 🚫 give him 👶 to me! ⚬ ALRIGHT! Let’s do it. So uhm, goodbye. 👋 That will be a l l. 👏 I do ✔ like pie! 🍰 Three to the one to the one to the three, some of us 💎 are trying to protect 💥 h u m a n i t y. 🌎 What are you all doing?! You want me to do whaaat?! I’m still gonna kick 🏃 your BUTT! 🍑 I’M OVERREACTING! New Pearl, ⚬ no plan. 🚫 WHAT? Ah yes, the task 🗒 at hand! ✋ And who’s your favorite gem 💎? What did you two do?! 😲 To the⚬Pearl⚬Prize⚬Pouch!⚬ Haha why thank you. 🙏 Anyway, glad we cleared ☉ that up. Isn’t this great?! Hah? EEEE! 😨 Garnet 💎, WAIT🚫! HOW on EARTH 🌎 did you bubble ○ that w h o l e thing?! A gem 💎 , fusing with a human b e i n g? 👧 Whaaaat?!?! BUT if you’re okay ✔ with it, I ’ m f i n e t o o! ✔ You won’t like ✖ how I g i v e i t t o y o u. 💦

Gardener AU!! 

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I want to see Castiel crying.

Like, no man tears, no looking away, A FULL ON BREAKDOWN. He’s been holding onto so much shit and burying all his frustrations, anger, sadness, fear-EVERYTHING- 60 feet under bloody hell and I want him to scream, to cry rivers and have a friggin breakdown in enochian while hugging Dean as tightly as he can. I want him to choke on his own tears, JUST GET IT ALL OUT of his system.

Then I want Dean to embrace him gently, yet firmly, allow Castiel to bury his face into his shoulder and whispering,”We’re gonna figure this out, Cas. It’s not okay, but it’s gonna be. I promise.”

Then they bake a cherry licorice pie together and kiss probably with sam telling them to get a room

  • Chowder: Of course Bitty's going to be captain!
  • Nursey: Yeah man, I'm totally voting for him.
  • Whiskey: Doesn't he seem too soft to be captain?
  • Chowder: Whiskey, my man!! My tadpole!! If you don't vote for Bitty and he doesn't become captain, and this goes for every single one of you tiny human beings, I will make it my mission to destroy your life.
  • Chowder: Anyway who wants some leftover pie that Bitty made for us because he's perfect and deserves to be captain?
things my shakespeare professor said over the past semester

“toni morrison did not develop the career she has because she spent her time in drug-fueled orgies.” EDIT: my friend reminded me that our prof said orgies, not threesomes, and that the following sentence was “no, she spent her time at her desk producing very fine novels.”

(about acting in shakespeare) “this is not the golden globes or whatever, if you’re not white, you can still participate.”

“many important things are discovered on the way to the restroom.”

(what sonnets mean) “please sleep with me”, “i wish i could be with you so we could get it on, but you’re far away and we can’t so all i can send you is a dumb poem”

“juliet is a very smart chick.”

(a few vague threats) “oh, i laugh, but people cried.” “i will cut you.” “when i am sardonic, you will feel bad.”

(about the histories) “it’s mentally easy if you see it all as game of thrones.”

“the plantagenets were no longer in charge, which was good, because they were bitches.”

(about richard III being obsessed with anne) “i’m not just some horny dude that wants to sleep with you, it’s just that you’re so hot that i had to mow down everyone else in my way to get to you.”

“what’s the fun of throwing a party if you don’t not invite people?”

“you fuck with my kids, your kids are going in a pie.”

“the people who are in love [in comedies] are usually young, dumb, and boring.”

“comedies begin in shit places- if the play opens and the sky is falling, you’re in a comedy.”

(about ephesus in the comedy of errors) “everyone’s a witch here, let’s just bail.”

“henry VIII breaks with the roman church and fucking destroys every monastery in sight.”

“henry V started off as a party-going, panty-chasing loser.”

(about hamlet’s entrance in I.ii) “it’s always fun to arrive late to the party, it does imply that you have a fascinating social life.”

“conspiracies are erotic.”

“art, am i right?”

anonymous asked:

how do u think harry is in bed?

oh good question! I think he loves sleeping on his tummy and does it a lot, and he says ‘goodnight, sleep well’ to his butterfly tattoo every night. He definitely is a blanket hogger. He probably rolls around a lot in his sleep and hogs all the sheets and blankets and when he wakes up he ends up looking like a fluffy sleepy burrito. I also think that he uses more than one pillow, but he’s got a favourite one that’s extra soft and silky. Oh and he starfishes for sure, cos he’s a lil starfish!

Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen


Here’s the first part of a fic- AU where Bitty and Jack meet for the first time at the EpicKegster. 

Note that the second part of this is not written yet, and I’m crushed under my to-do list, so don’t expect it soon and please don’t ask when the next part will come, I don’t know. But I wanted to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. 

I apologise for errors, typos or weird sentence structure, all my editing power is and will be concentrated on my own novel, so ha. 

pairings and warnings: pretty much what you get from the canon





Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loud thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscathed. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding his phone.

Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

‘You’re crying.’

The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Whose name?’

‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

He burst into tears.

Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

‘Dude, what’d’you do to him?’

‘Nothing!’

‘D’you break up with him or something?’

‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

‘Like what?’

‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’

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Happy Birthday, Pidge pie! 
Someone take them out to Disneyland because they deserve all the happiness in this world. This include their dreams too! 

I couldn’t resist inserting KH references because I wanted to combine 2 things that makes me happy //Gross Sobs

smh gc today
  • Holster: I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT RANS IS FEEING TWENTY-TWOOOOOOOO!
  • Nursey: @RANS - HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎁🎉🎂 TO YOU, MY CUM LOVING SLUT 🍆💦💦😩.1️⃣DAY YOUR PARENTS 👵🏽👴🏾 WERE GETTIN FREAKY 😫😩 IN BED 🛌. 9️⃣MONTHS LATER➡️YOUR MOM 👵🏽 GAVE BIRTH 🏥 TO THE BADDEST 😈 BABY SLUT 👶🏾💦. SEND THIS TO ALL THE THOTTIES 👯👯 CELEBRATING 👉🏾👌🏾 THEIR BIRTHDAY 🎉 TODAY. IF YOU GET 0️⃣ BACK NONE OF YOUR DICK SUCKING 🍆💦💦👄 DREAMS WILL COME TRUE 😔. IF YOU GET 5️⃣ BACK YOU ARE IN FOR SOME SURPRISE SEX 😵😋😏. IF YOU GET 🔟 BACK YOU'LL BE SCREAMING 😱😱😱 DADDY 👱🏽 ALL NIGHT LONG 🌑🌟💥.
  • Lardo: *link to birthday sex by jeremih*
  • Chowder: BIRTHDAY IT'S YA BIRTHDAY WE GONNA PARTY LIKE IT'S YA BIRTHDAY (after class bc we're still students)
  • Bitty: happy birthday rans!!! (THE BLUEBERRY PIE ON THE COUNTER IS ONLY FOR RANSOM, EVERYONE ELSE - PAWS OFF)
  • Dex: Happy birthday Rans!!!! 🎉 HMU when you want me to come fix that desk chair!
  • Ransom: i love all u weirdos 💕
You Meme A Lot To Me

Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has invited Y/N, Natasha.

Clint: every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break

Natasha: clint, it’s 2 am.

Clint: every step you take

Clint: I’ll be watching you. happy valentine’s day. my gifts will be delivering later on pls do not trash them

Natasha: is that coulson’s song?

Y/N: this explains why my room is flooded with gifts from the others

Natasha: why must tony give us all cardboard cutouts of him every year?

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: couldn’t u choose a better song old man? this is why u have no valentine. even ur wife said no.

Clint: did i invite u? no.

Pietro: today is a day of love so don’t be salty

Clint: Na.

Clint: hahaha get it

Pietro: no

Clint: ofc you wouldn’t

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Meet You Downstairs

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As Jack descends in the elevator to the basement, it strikes him that he never knew his condo building had a rental suite. Between his hockey commitments and hermit tendencies, there’s still a lot about his own home he doesn’t know despite living here for six years. It’s part of the reason he offered to help out around the building: to keep himself social during the summer season. His parents talked a lot about building a community of friends outside of work, and he knows his way around a toolbox so. Why not?

The basement is… really creepy, actually, reserved for the storage lockers and recycling bins. Even the parking garage is a level up and more inviting than this. There’s only one hallway so Jack follows it, certain he’s going the right way when he hears the voice through the wall.

“It’s fine, Mama. I know you wanted to help me pick out a place but this one is great. It’s in a nice neighbourhood, very secure… Yes, I got your pepper spray in the care package, but please, this is Providence, not New York City.”

Jack doesn’t mean to eavesdrop but he can’t help but notice how young this guy sounds. In a building where the average condo sells for over two million dollars, most of the neighbours he sees in the halls are retirees or working professionals. There aren’t many parties, which he appreciates.

He knocks on the cheap wooden door which rattles in the hinges. No wonder they’re renting this room out instead of selling, he thinks. There’s shuffling on the other side, and Jack hears the boy… man say “Goodness, I think the custodian is here already… of course I have pie who do you think I am? Call you back, love you.”

The door opens and there’s a lingering moment of silence as they each look at the person across from them. This guy looks to be a few years younger than Jack, a bit shorter, lean but with well-defined muscles he can see quite clearly thanks to him wearing the shortest shorts that could possibly be considered not-underwear. He’s staring. Oh boy, he’s staring and he needs to not be doing that so he drags his eyes up and they stall on the loose neckline of his tank top.  

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