and i'll cook for you

The One With The Interruption
  • *221B*
  • John: *knocks on Sherlock's bedroom door*
  • Sherlock: *in a sexy voice* Come iiiiin. I've been waiting for youuuuu.
  • John: *enters* Hey, I was just wondering- *shouting* for God's sake! *backs runs out in horror* what the hell are you doing?
  • Sherlock: *following, pulling on a dressing gown; annoyed* What does it look like? I was- I was taking a nap.
  • John: *averting his eyes* Since when do you take naps in that position? *groans* tPlease tell me you weren't waiting for me...
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Don't flatter yourself. I'm seeing someone from work *thinking* I'm seeing a woman from work!
  • John: *impressed* That really fit Hopkins woman?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Sure.
  • John: *quickly* Well, in that case, just give me a second and I'll be out of your hair. I'll just get a jacket and when I get back, I don't want to know anything.
  • -knocking-
  • John: *grimaces* Maybe that's her... *approaches the door*
  • Sherlock: *panicking* Okay, umm...
  • John: *opens the door*
  • Sherlock: *relaxes* It's just Grant and Mycroft...
  • John: *frowns* I thought you two were at dinner?
  • Greg: Well, we were! But Mycroft was talking so loudly on his phone they told us to leave.
  • Mycroft: *texting* I had to talk loud because that awful music was loud!
  • Greg: *frowns* It was important.
  • Mycroft: *sighs* They'll be other meals, Gregory.
  • Greg: *narrows his eyes* You'll be lucky.
  • Molly: *entering, happily; flipping a bottle of champagne, giggling to herself*
  • Molly: *sees everyone; suddenly shy* Oh...um... *grins widely; falsely excited* I'm so glad you're all here! My lab finally got new scalpels!
5

It just occurred to me that I never posted this here…
Dare to take the challenge and guess all my Fav Characters?

Send me a ship and I'll tell you.. (KITCHEN/COOKING HABITS)
  • Who washes the dishes by hand and who uses the dishwasher?
  • Who cuts vegetables, fruit, etc by hand and who uses the easy to use chopper?
  • Who pours the cereal into the bowl first and who pours milk before the cereal?
  • Who buys/drinks bottle water and who uses/drinks from the tap?
  • Who hoards disposable containers and who throws them away?
  • Who buys milk in a paper carton and who buys it in a plastic jug?
  • Who picks paper bags and who picks plastic bags after grocery shopping?
  • Who HOARDS the plastic bags and who recycles them?
  • Who hoards salt/pepper packs, togo silverware and other togo condiments?
  • Who lets the garbage can overflow before throwing it out?
  • Who gets annoyed when someone doesn’t use the clips for the potato chips?
  • Who uses paper plates?
  • Who uses coasters?
  • Who licks the spoon/butter knife after they use it?
  • Who loses the bread ties?
  • Who kicks the ice under the fridge when it falls on the ground?
  • Who constantly cuts/burns themselves when they cook?
  • Who organizes the spice rack?Who uses the microwave more?
  • Who stops the microwave one second before time's up?
  • Jaune, walking around a Mistral market, examining fruit: Huh...not bad pri-
  • Jaune, cutting himself off with a dropped jaw, watching long red hair walk along the road behind the stall he's at: I....it can't be...
  • Jaune, puts down the fruit and charges down the market line, keeping pace with the red headed woman, finally cutting over onto the road she was walking along, panting out of breath: Is it...is it really you?
  • Red headed woman, who Jaune realizes is much older than who he hoped it was: Are you okay young man?
  • Jaune, standing up straight, his face saddened: S-sorry...I thought you were someone I know...
  • The older red headed woman's eyes light up, she grabs hold of Jaune's hand: You!! Oh she was certainly right, you're very noticeable! And handsome too, oh so handsome.
  • Jaune, awkwardly looks around: Ummm...who? Who was right?
  • Red headed woman, flustered and takes her hand back: Oh goodness, I'm so sorry! I should have introduced myself before. I'm Pyrrha's mother. She told me so much about you in her letters. It was the closest thing to physically seeing her fall in love for the first time.
  • Jaune, frozen in his place, forcing himself to speak, trying not to give away any sense of pain or sadness: O-oh...I'm glad to hear it.
  • The older woman looks at his oddly, then looks around: But why are you here in Mistral? Shouldn't you be in Vale helping with reconstruction?
  • Jaune, at a loss of words: Well, I...you see.
  • Red headed woman, with a smile: Ah, regardless, where's my daughter? Her letters have stopped recently, but now I know it's because she was on the road with you! I haven't seen her in so long, I'll cook you both something wonderful!
  • Jaune, unable to hold back anything, tears now streaming down his face, collapsing to the ground: Oh....oh no...
when they tip nicely
  • Cashier: I should've never taken this shift. Working this late is fucking me up.
  • Cook: You get used to it.
  • Cashier: Do y'all even get customers this late, or is it early? I can't even tell at this point.
  • Cook: Sometimes.
  • Cashier: What kind of person even eats fast food at this time of night?
  • Cook: Mostly travelers, junkies, and such.
  • Cashier: Makes sense.
  • Disheveled dude: *presses face against the restaurant window*
  • Cashier: Eugh!
  • Cook: What's the matter?
  • Cashier: There's some gross dude outside. Oh no, he's coming in.
  • Disheveled dude: *runs into the restaurant carrying a suitcase*
  • Cashier: Hello, can I help you?
  • Disheveled dude: Yeah, yeah, let me get a burger. Large drink. Yeah, that's it.
  • Cashier: This is a Mexican restaurant, sir. We don't have burgers.
  • Disheveled dude: Just get me anything with a lot of meat.
  • Cashier: We need a triple stuffed burrito!
  • Cook: Got ya!
  • Cashier: Okay, that'll be $7.99.
  • Disheveled dude: *slams a wad of cash on the counter*
  • Cashier: This is like... thousands of dollars!
  • Disheveled dude: Keep the change.
  • Cashier: I, uhm... are you sure?
  • Disheveled dude: I just want my food. Make it fast, please. Thank you.
  • Cashier: *stuffing cash into their pockets* Got ya, dude. Hey, make it quick! This guy wants his burrito!
  • *the cook quickly finishes the burrito*
  • Disheveled dude: *aggressively devours his food, sometimes nervously looking over his shoulder*
  • Cashier: He's like one of those professional eaters. That's impressive.
  • Cook: It's disgusting. That burrito has like 1500 calories.
  • Cashier: I'll call anyone who hands me three months worth of checks for a single burrito impressive.
  • Cook: Yeah, about that... could I get some of that cash.
  • Cashier: I mean, a bit. He told me to keep the change.
  • Cook: Technically it's the restaurants money, so you shouldn't be taking any of it.
  • Cashier: Yeah.
  • Cook: Plus, I cooked the burrito.
  • Cashier: Alright, how about $500?
  • Cook: Only $500? Come on, man. You've got at least $10,000 there. Let's split it.
  • Disheveled dude: *hops the counter*
  • Cashier: *backs away*
  • Cook: Whoa, dude, you can't be back here.
  • Disheveled dude: I need to leave through the back. You guys, closing soon?
  • Cook: I don't know what you're on, dude, but the back is for employee's only.
  • Disheveled dude: *opens suitcase and tosses wads of cash at the cashier and cook* Extra tip gives me VIP status.
  • Cook: Uhm... sure thing.
  • Disheveled dude: Anyway, I don't know if you guys are closing soon, but it's in your best interest for both of you to leave. I've probably given you enough money to relax for a year so it doesn't matter if you get fired. Just listen to me. Fucking leave and definitely do not look back. *runs out the back door*
  • Cashier: This is so much fucking money. Was that guy a drug dealer?
  • Cook: Probably, now that I think about it, yeah.
  • Cashier: Holy fuck! Is it safe for use to have this money.
  • Cook: I don't don't know.
  • Cashier: I could buy my own house with this, holy fuck! *stuff money down shirt* I don't know about you, but I'm out of here.
  • Cook: What!? You know we really can't leave with all this money, right?
  • Cashier: We can, and I am.
  • Cook: This could be drug money, or money from a bank heist. If we're caught with this stuff we could go to prison, or be killed.
  • Cashier: You didn't seem worried about it when you were hounding me for money just a few minutes ago.
  • Cook: That was then, and this is now. Nobody just gives money out like that unless there's something seriously wrong. It's dangerous for us to keep it.
  • Cashier: My life is going nowhere fast, man. I've got nothing to lose.
  • Cook: Well, I've got family at home. I'm calling the police.
  • Cashier: You do you, man. I'm out of here. *runs off*
  • Cook: *dials the 911, but gets a busy signal* What?
  • Cashier: *yells*
  • Cook: What's wrong!? *runs to the cashier*
  • Cashier: *sitting on the ground, money dropped everywhere* Look. Outside, there's nothing. Like, literally nothing. It's just an empty void.
  • Cook: I... it has to be some sort of trick of the light. I'm going out there.
  • Cashier: You shouldn't.
  • Cook: I bet it's nothing. I'll show you. I'll be right back. *disappears entirely into the void*
  • Cashier: Hey! Hey! Are you out there!?
  • *a pale hand appears out of the darkness and gently beckons for the cashier*
  • Cashier: *slams door shut* NOPE!
  • Cashier: *runs to the front counter*
  • Cashier: *is greeted by an all encompassing wall of blackness*
  • Wall: *encroaches on the cashier*
  • Cashier: *attempts to run away, but gray arms emerge from the darkness and wrap themselves around them*
  • Cook: *decapitated head rolls out of the wall of darkness, its eyes spinning in opposite directions* Told you that was bad money, dude.
  • Cashier: *screams as they're pulled into the darkness*
  • *elsewhere*
  • Driver: *parked on the side of the road smoking*
  • Disheveled guy: *taps on car window*
  • Driver: *slightly rolls down the window* Can I fucking help you?
  • Disheveled guy: I need a ride.
  • Driver: Let me think about that. Hmm, FUCK NO!
  • Disheveled guy: *points gun at driver* Then I'll drive myself. Get out.
  • Driver: *obeys orders* Alright, don't shoot.
  • Disheveled guy: *tosses wad of cash at driver* That should cover the cost of a new car. I suggest you catch a bus and get out of here as soon as possible. *speeds off*
  • Driver: *looks at the fraction of a fortune that was just tossed at him* This is way too much money for a bus.
  • ESFP: If you guys have a family one day what kinda stuff will you cook for them? Or will you order pizza everyday?
  • ISFJ: I'll cook for them everyday! I'll make sure my kids get balanced and nutritious meals, and teach my kids to cook too of course!
  • INTP: I will first purchase jelly. After I arrive home I shall prepare the jelly according to the packet instructions, but I shan't set it. I'll drink it. The first born will then slit my throat 7 times, confirming my eternal rest. The second born will next toss my lifeless corpse into the snowfields of the harsh, unforgiving winter. Then, they shall wait.
  • INTP: ..
  • ESFP: ...
  • ISFJ: ...
  • ESFP: Are you done ye-
  • INTP: Only when the children of man have waited a sufficient period of time, shall the third born slash open my now icy-cold abdomen. The previously prepared jelly will pour out accordingly, now set. The meal is ready. They feast.
Jealous!Ignis
  • Prompto: Aranea or Cindy? Wow. Okay. Uhm, lemme think about this for a sec!
  • Ignis: I've no doubt both of them can wait...
  • Prompto: Really looking forward to Iris' cooking!
  • Ignis: I'll pretend I didn't hear that...
  • Prompto: Did you see the twinkle in her (Cindy's) eyes?
  • Ignis: (Deadpan) She sounded eager to get back to work as soon as possible.
  • Ruby: Yang. I don't think this is going to be a good idea.
  • Weiss: Ruby is right, Yang. Not only is this NOT going to work but is it only going to Make Blake angry at you and embarrass her.
  • Yang: SIIIIIIGH! Guys! Look I know what I'm doing. I just need to buy Dad and Uncle Qrow so time to get the new cake since SOMEBODY ATE THE FIRST ONE! *Yang stated glaring at her baby sister.*
  • Ruby: *holds up her hands* I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS BLAKE'S CAKE! Beside, You know you can't leave me in a room with any kind of sweets.
  • Weiss: *pinches the bridge of her nose and shakes her head.* You're both dolts.
  • ~Later~
  • Tai: Finally! We got the cake and are almost back home.
  • Qrow: Honestly, My semblance aside, how can 15 stores on this island be fresh out of cake?
  • Tai: Ruby did run out of cookies last week.
  • Qrow: Ah. That explains her picture on the banned posters.
  • Tai: My wallet took quite a hit that day. *Tai pulled his car to his driveway but stopped just before entering it.* Huh?
  • Qrow: What the hell?
  • *Xiao-Long/Rose front yard*
  • Ghira: WHERE DID IT GO!? DID YOU SEE IT!? *Ghira shouted as he ripped an bush straight out from the ground, roots and all*
  • Kali: I NEARLY HAPPEN IT! IT WAS JUST HERE!! *Kali yelled popping out of said bush.*
  • Blake: LOOK! THERE! IT'S IN THE TREE!! THE TREE! *Blake who is on the roof of her girlfriend's house shouted as she pointed to a tiny green dot.*
  • *inside the house*
  • Weiss: I don't know if I should be shocked that this actually worked or worried for the belladonna family's sanity?
  • Ruby: I'm more worried about Yang's safety when they realize it's her with two laser pointers. Aaaaand Blake is shooting the tree.
  • Yang: Trust me. They will never know and if they find out I'll cook them a years worth of sushi. *CRASH! BOOM!* HOLY CRAP! DID YOU SEE THAT!?
  • Weiss: DID BLAKE'S FATHER JUST TACKLE AND KNOCKED DOWN THE TREE!?
  • Ruby: THAT WAS AWESOME!
  • *Drive way*
  • Qrow: Did your daughter's girlfriend's father got tackle down one of your trees and is lifting it up? Or am I drunk?
  • Tai: Both. Wait. Is that a Green dot on the hood?
  • Qrow: Uh, Tai.
  • Tai: What is that? A paint speck?
  • Qrow: TAI!
  • Tai: WHAT!? *Qrow grabs his Tai's head and turns it while pointing to Ghira as he throws the tree at them.* Oh fuck.
  • Qrow: REVERSE! REVERSE NOW!

Jon: the world benefit greatly from the cease of your insistent banter

Ed: RUDE

oh man guys it’s so hot right now in southern california. Like no cloud in the sky, sun high and blazing, it’s barely 7 am and it’s already 80 degrees Fahrenheit, kind of heat. It’s beginning. 

Ugghhhhh

And tomorrow we’re hitting triple digits *cries*

I hate summer.  What does this heat benefit? you can’t do anything comfortable outside unless you wanna burn, your garden plants get cooked, your poor pets get overheated, traffic becomes more hellish than regular. *sigh*

At least it “cools” down somewhat around 5pm ( the breeze starts kicking in and thankfully not a too hot one). I should enjoy this before real summer heat hits.

At least i have good heat tolerance, but i still hate it.