and also pancake


i actually could not stop thinking about this……..

Let’s start it off with the one and only, the canon pairing of a sad sk8er boi and his tiny baker: Jack Zimmerman/Eric “Bitty” Bittle!

Ice Crew Please!

THE FIC THAT CHANGED E V E R Y T H I N G u don’t even KNOW oh my god

u read this and u r like: “ice crew au…?? wut” but U GUYS. READ IT.

I AM. BEGGING U. its so fucking funny but also so fucking meaningful and abt CREATING A Fa mILY !!!! and LoVe!!!! and frieNDShIP!!!

p.s i don’t want to spoil it but if u read it message me and ill talk to u abt the part that made me cry like actual tears bc thank god for friendships and acknowledging that shit is hard

the messes of men

this was… in it’s own way.. a hard fic to read (which makes it the best fic to read! pain! i love it! help me!) it’s very very very beautifully written and i hold it very close to my heart….how it portrays jack by himself and how hard it must’ve been…it also manages to weave in how mental illness plays its own role, even once you get together with the person you’re pretty sure is it for you. somewhat painful but cathartic and achingly tender.

until it got the best of you

umm bitty has a big dick. that’s it.

BUT then there’s feelings! and angst! and misunderstanding! (the best type too! u know when one is like so crazily in love with the other and thinks its shockingly obvious but surprise, it’s not!) it’s just fantastic!

i never saw the signs

imagine a world where jack jumping over the snowbank, bringing bitty coffee, going on long walks classifies (in jack’s mind) as dating. so when bitty gets asked out, jack cannot believe the b e t r ay a l! we’re dating bitty! just read this and be happy :)

left the city, my family, my precinct

oh my goodness this fic.

jack accidentally sends bittle a dick pick.

:0  ;)  <3 ___ <3 = summary of the fic

mixing it up

this is just….so cute?!??!?! and funny?!??! and 1!!!!!

bitty is contestant at a baking tournament for the falconers where jack and tater are the judges. at least, thats where it starts off.

tater is fucking hILARIOUS this fic in general made me laugh a lot.


if u about that dom/sub life well…….just know that eric pins jacks hands to the bed and there’s v intense blushing that boi turns red like a tomato and i live 4 it.

eric is a tad too southern for me but it’s the only thing this fic doesn’t do perfectly :))))

something like this

considering how popular this fic is it actually sat open in a tab for a looong loooooong time just bc…well… it’s 285,748 words. im an all or nothing girl as in i once read the entire maze runner trilogy in one night so i had to find the right time

first of all: angst. second of all: angst. third of all: ….. u guessed it… angst. BUT don’t worry, for every drop of angst there’s a metro-fucking-ton of smut and sweetness :)))) ;))) what this fic does brilliantly is create an OMC that is at the forefront of the story and do it seamlessly. this is a pretty iconic fic and tbh im definitely not one for fics longer than 100k but this was a fuckin’ beaut man

rake the springtime across your sheets

oh god this was P A I N F U L but in a very beautiful way??? (that’s how u know the writing was siCK) ambiguously happy ending but tbh in the end this fic is really just abt the unspoken quiet truth of being in love, of loving, of being human just lke Fffffffuck me up

Phone, Please!

listen. i’m not a fluff person. idk i get bored. BUT. BUUUUUT. BUT. this fic.

AMAZING. this fic is all about the details and the little moments that make Bitty and Jack  ~*BittyandJack*~

Bonus favorite line: “Thank god there are pancakes to serve. Pancakes are also very nice, and something he can actually have.”

Winter Clothes

Chowder POV so this is both hiLARIOUS and surprisingly touching. Jack and Bitty help Chowder buy clothes for New England winter. As a person living in New England, I approve this message.

WIPS: *Hate That I Love You plays in the background*

medic, please!

so if u ever played world of warcraft u r gonna love it and if you’ve never played world of warcraft u r gonna love it

this fic is just SO CREATIVE?!?!! like the format of it is B O M B. its just. so good. oh ym god.

(also the name is “medic please!” get it? cuz eric’s a medic in the game.? and check..PLEASE! ugh I’m a nerd 4 this pic

Fainting Psychics and Pessimistic Demonologists

ghostbusters au except not bc copyright

at first i was like…ghost hunters au?? rlly? but now I’m like GHOST HUNTERS AU? B R I L L I A N T.

characters are on point, its funny (an actual line of the fic “Jack sat down at his computer, pulled open a tab, and googled “How to encourage a teammate”. lmao what a mess)

but also theres some mystery and intrigue and suspense and in general this is a Good.

baking is punk as fuck

this is another AU that i was like…punk band u ….rlly? but then i was like PUNK BAND AU FUCK YEAH im a sucker for asshole Jack. i’m not even into punk?? but im into this fic U ___ U

This Don’t Even Feel Like Falling

filed under “praise kink mmmm”

honestly? porn..? “Bitty is the one to tie Jack’s hands for Hazeapalooza; afterward, he ties Jack’s hands for their own private enjoyment. “ like?? I’m not sorry.

but also not established relationship more like fwb but u know and i know and ngozi knows that ain’t the game we’re playing here

around the green and blue

not usually a big fan of soulmate aus but what i love about this fic is the pacing and even tho soulmate aus where seeing your soulmate = seeing color for the first time isn’t totally new this felt super fresh and original!

shine for you

aw MAN this gave me the feeeeeels. established relationship but jack is not out, it’s a bit angsty but the jack perspective is just so gooood

EXTRA: It all started with a big Russian hockey player calling a small cat-loving hockey player a rat. You either h8 it or u luv it. In my case, I Love it, capital L, so enjoy: Alexei “Tater” Mashkov/Kent Parson

careful the tale you tell

Kent has been telling himself a story, ever since the Q. It’s the epic story of Parse and Zimms, and he’s in love with it. // this fic is specifically meant for patater newbies and this fic does an amazing job of showing why kent and alexei just make sense. its honestly a Blessing.

kick on the starter

lmao im gonna be 90 years old and still reccing Febricant’s fics…for real when i saw they wrote patater i was like… dreaMing…or im dead? is . is heaven?? rlly unique approach to how she gets them together and gr8 build up :)))) Bless Febricant

i need to wake up, i need me some love…

honestly? shameless fluff. established relationship (they’re ENGAGED FOR GOD’S SAKE) short but Good

A drabble to celebrate reaching 100+ followers on @kolivance!! Thank you guys for spreading the love and supporting this ship as well!

 Lance was smiling.  It was a small calm smile, one Kolivan didn’t see much on the other’s face when the paladin was aware there were more people in the room.  Seldom times had Lance shared that same smile with Kolivan himself when it was just the two of them, whether during or after training, or on different occasions between the two of them.

 He’d never truly admit it to anyone, not even to Lance himself, but Kolivan absolutely adored that smile.  It was an honest one, one that was mirror of true contentment within, a gesture adorning Lance’s face when worries managed to be left aside for a moment every now and then.  Kolivan liked that it lacked false bravado and that instead the corners of thin lips curled with grace and sweetness.  It made Lance’s face shine in unsuspecting ways Kolivan had never been truly ready to discover but that he had grown fond of anyway.

 He wanted to see Lance smile like that more.  It made him feel at ease too.

 Remaining where he was standing a few steps past the entrance to the room, he continued watching Lance, honestly amused the other hadn’t noticed his presence just yet.  The shorter male had what Kolivan had recently learned to be headphones covering his small and round human ears.  He didn’t understand why humans would use something that dampened their already weak hearing, and he had denied Lance and the green paladin’s proposal of trying on the headphones himself, but it did seem that they enjoyed using them to their heart’s content whenever possible.

 Lance’s eyes were also closed.  He was humming out some kind of melody, one Kolivan didn’t know, but that wasn’t something new.  It was understandable and to be expected, as well.

 What he did not expect was for the paladin to start singing next.

We could close the curtains, pretend like there’s no world outside,” Lance’s voice sounded sweet—sweeter than what Kolivan ever thought it could turn to be, and he found himself walking closer to the human, mesmerized, unknowingly being pulled in by Lance’s energy.

 The shorter male threw his head backwards then, partially resting it on the edge of the backrest of the large couch where he was sitting.  The lighting casted a beautiful glow on his features, and Kolivan knew there was no sense in denying he had lost himself for a moment staring at the smile on Lance’s mouth.

 “We could pretend it all the time,” Lance was still singing, and each word rolling past those lips made Kolivan want to know the lyrics as well so he could have something to share, to make the moment more… theirs, “And can’t you see that it’s just raining… there ain’t no need to go outside…

 Somehow within the span of one thought and another, he was now standing right by the human’s side.  The other carried on melodically saying the rest of the song, and it came to an end soon enough, though the precious smile remained.

 Now Lance was opening his eyes—blue meeting yellow ones, and he was too startled to notice the serene and fond expression on Kolivan’s face.  Instead, Lance jumped a bit on his seat, bouncing on it once, as he let out a high pitched squeak, a hand immediately moving to his chest where Kolivan knew the heart was.

 “What the quiznak—what—,” Lance removed the headphones and placed them by his side on the couch along with a small device connected to them, “Kolivan!.” he whined, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks, “Don’t scare me like that!”

 “I apologize,” Kolivan said, a smile of his own appearing on his lips, “it wasn’t my intention.  You have a beautiful voice.”

 “I, well, yeah, o—wait. What?,” now the color was taking over the bridge of his nose and the entirety of his cheeks, and he stood, even though the height difference was still there, “How long have you been here?”

 “A while,” Kolivan admitted, surprising Lance yet again.  “You seemed to be really content.  What were you singing?”

 “It’s a song my brother used to like a lot and I—,” Lance tilted his head backwards so he could look at the other better, eyes narrowing slightly, “What do you mean a while? And are you smiling? Oh my—oh my god, Kolivan, your smile is gorgeous!”

 The two of them stood there, close to each other, for a moment before Lance promptly realized what had stumbled out of his mouth.  Kolivan noted quickly enough that the other was surely about to try and apologize; it was written all over his face after all.  It just amused him even more.

 “Your smile is beautiful, too,” he said, giving a small nod before turning around and leaving the room, leaving a speechless and flustered Lance behind.

anonymous asked:

No.5 for Nessian☺

“hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that makes them break the kiss with a gasp”

AN: A little b-day gift for my friend @highfaenesta 💕

(you’re going to get more presents, babe, I just need to get out of this writing funk I’ve been in lately)

Post ACOWAR; established nessian. It’s Nesta’s birthday and Cassian has been strangely MIA.

It’s been 12 hours since Cassian locked himself in their bedroom and Nesta still has no idea why.

It’s bugging her to not know. Especially since she was unceremoniously kicked out of their bed last night and had to resign herself to sleeping on the settee for no apparent reason other than Cassian possibly losing his mind.

While her knowledge of Fae traditions might still be a tad vague, Nesta’s pretty sure it’s no way to treat a lady on the eve of her birthday. By now, Cassian has learned not to make a fuss out of any special occasions - spotlight is not something she feels comfortable under. She did expect to be treated to a birthday breakfast though - Cassian’s pancakes taste like no one else’s, with fluffy texture melting on her tongue in an explosion of flavours.

And it has become somewhat of a birthday tradition - one that, Nesta feels, should not be abandoned under any circumstances.

But as her stubborn bat insisted on staying locked in the bedroom and tightlipped about his reasons for the duration of the morning, with Nesta growing more hungry and even more grumpy, she knew some tough choices needed to be made.

She’s decided to cook the breakfast herself.

After all, she’s watched Cassian making pancakes many times.

How hard can it be?

Half an hour later, Cassian emerges from the bedroom.

Nesta’s not sure whether he finally finished whatever he was doing there or if it’s the smoke and smell of burned batter spreading through the house that lured him out.

“Sweetheart!” There’s a slight quiver in Cassian’s voice as he blasts through the kitchen door and stops in his tracks, curiously taking in the state of the room. “Did you try cooking again? It smells funny in here.”

“I - “

“Never mind,” he cuts in before she has a chance to respond, “would you kindly accompany me to our bedroom?” There’s a twinkle in his eyes as he bows before her, extending his hand for her.

For a second, Nesta ponders whether she should just go with it or push for an explanation. In the end, curiosity wins and she takes Cassian’s hand, twining her fingers with his. “I hope it’s not some cheap shot at seduction. Sweetheart.” Her dry tone only makes his smile wider.

“Come on, Nes, we both know you like all my cheap tricks.”

“I do not - “ The words get stuck in her throat as they reach the bedroom.

She almost doesn’t recognize the room. All her books are neatly stacked in the middle, instead of being piling up on whatever flat surface is available. And the walls -

The whole two walls are covered in beautifully carved shelves made of dark crimson wood. They look amazing - arranged with precision and visible but not overwhelming.

Well…overwhelming but in the best way. Nesta imagines them filled with books and the image is breathtaking.

“Do you like it?” Cassian’s whisper brushes her ear.

As she turns to him, she’s surprised to see a shadow of uncertainty in his eyes. The urge to soothe his doubt is like a burning need inside of her.

She has never received a more considerate gift.

Standing on her tiptoes, she leans into her crook of his neck and whispers back, “I love it.”

As Cassian lets out a small sigh of relief, she seals her mouth over his. Dragging her hands down the path of his spine, she reaches the hem of his shirt and slips them underneath, desperate to feel more of his skin. Her lips brush against his, exploring, searching, caressing; bit by little bit. Nesta sets a leisurely pace, with her tongue slowly slipping inside Cassian’s mouth while her hands draw tender circles on his lower back.

It feels like her body swells with emotion and she trying to put as much of it as she can into the kiss. To convey with action what she could never possibly tell Cassian with her words.

I love it.

You make me smile even when it’s not easy.

You know me.

I. Love. You.

It’s getting breathless and frantic, the way their lips move, while Nesta’s hands trail over Cassian’s skin. Rubbing and stroking, she relishes in the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertips.

Cassian molds his body closer against her, his scent that invades her nostrils making her dizzy with need. Her touch becomes more firm as she presses her fingers into that one soft spot on his lower back, which makes him moan into her mouth.

Hungry for more, she does it again and this time, Cassian groans out loud, breaking the kiss.

Their breath mingles as they stand flash against one another. A smile spreads over Nesta’s face when Cassian playfully nudges her nose with his.

Who knew - this birthday might turn out amazing after all.

She’s still going to make Cassian cook her those pancakes though.

You know american pancakes.. you may know those fancy french crêpes… but have you heard of the BEST pancakes out there? Dutch pancakes? No? Let me enlighten you! Dutch pancakes are not only as thick as you want, but also as large as you please. They aren’t very fancy but they’re super easy to make and customise. 

Do you also want to eat these solely to fullfill your heart’s desire to eat the largest bacon pancakes possible? Would you love to roll up a pancake with the filling inside? Do you think you’d enjoy more space for toppings? Then these are the pancakes for you! 

I translated the basic dutch pancake recipe to english so everybody can read it, and the measurements are given in grams/ milliliters AND cups (yes, I did maths for this). You can find it, tips, and fun facts below.

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I think I start to having the choi’s hair style in hand…fluffy hair are so difficult to draw T.T
I realy like making blushing face 8D fufufu blushing face everywere mouhahhah
Who know  that Saeran can cook well? Maybe he learn it at Mint eyes??
Saeran’s sweeter is back XD ….Hope that the chef having his kiss fufufu.


so uhhh following up on this thing i thought abt stranger thingsxmob psycho… older lady Eleven and Mob’s big day out. (click the pics for captions!!!!!!!!!)

We had a cool convo with Tiamat about the fake magical girl anime in yowamushi pedal. On how I thought the lyrics “princess pancake” meant she was a breakfast themed magical girl and “with a potion she grow bigger” meant she had the possibility to become godzilla sized and fight huge monsters with the power of sugar and love!! 

But turns out “pancake” refers to her flat chest and the “potion” is to make her boobs bigger… sad. So we decided to design our own Princess Pancake! Here’s mine. She’s usually a bit plain, don’t stand out, and has this heart shaped hair pin that turns into her magical wand and the transformation makes her more colorful. Also the fork in her hair can turn into a big spear-like weapon when she turns godzilla size!

She’s Onoda hero cause even tho she’s small and at first you think she can’t do much, she turn into this awesome princess that no one can stop! He relate to her and she gives him courage in his every day life!

EDIT here’s Tiamat version!