anonymous baker

“You have to accept that some people are not made for deep conversations, or for holding you together when you’re about to fall apart, or for keeping you from unzipping your skin, or for talking you out of suicide, or to love you through the worst moments of your life. Some people are made for shallow exchanges, and ridiculous banter, and nothing more. And that’s okay. That doesn’t make them horrible people because they simply aren’t able to handle a storm like you. It doesn’t make you a bad person because you won’t divulge all the gritty details of your horror show. It makes you smart. You have to accept that there will be people that cannot give you what you need. It doesn’t mean they are not worth keeping in your life. You just have to figure out who these ones are before you’re disappointed. And you have to keep them at arm’s length. You cannot expect everyone in your life to understand, to be nonjudgmental, to get it. But that’s okay, because not everyone was made to impart wisdom, or wax-poetic, or speak on politics and the depravity of society, or discuss how crucial it is that the stigma of mental illness be abolished. There are times when you have to get away from all that heaviness. You have to. And you will need superficial conversation about Kim Kardashian’s arse, or a debate on the color of The Dress. You will need those ones. So don’t go round cutting people off and dropping your friends. You need people for all your seasons. You need people or you won’t survive this.”

—Anonymous, What my therapist told me this morning

anonymous asked:

Hi hun, I saw you post earlier that Sherlock had apparently made sure his furniture was child-proofed for Rosie at the end of TFP. Can you show me some examples because everything in the flat looks the same to me with the exception of John's chair?

Sure Nonny!

So when the flat is apparently destroyed everything except their chairs and that rug and everything else, Sherlock replaces a lot of the “cornered” furniture with rounded furniture:

A. That’s not their original breakfast table and chairs. They’re now a rounded set with a little shelf under them.

B, C, and D. Same with the long table, the chair at the end of the couch, and the stack of magazines. The sitting room table is now a small rounded one, the chair now has fully padded arms, and the stack of magazines have been replaced with rounded dressers, which Sherlock probably now keeps his military porn stash the magazines:

(E) used to be a hard-edged metal table, and (F) used to be a shelf with a lot of breakables on it.

And (G) used to be a very wobbly-looking side table. It’s been replaced with the sturdy one we see in TFP:

Plus, I believe the bookshelves are also less-cluttered as well, and those glass cases we see in the above image no longer have breakables in them

Sherlock literally changed the common area of the flat so he could be a better parent for Rosie.

Stab me.

Look, I’m not a fan of parentlock in this arc, but good god this is EXACTLY how I imagined Sherlock as a parent. And if we’re going with the John’s TAB theory, this is exactly how John imagines Sherlock as a parent too.

anonymous asked:

omg i just watched this show called bakers or fakers. basically two professional bakers compete against hobbyist. though who's who is kept a secret till the end. they have challenges with certain ingredients or desserts. i can totally imagine bitty going on the show.

YUP!

Also AU where Jack is a guest judge on the show and he knows he’s supposed to be there as the “Eye Candy Sports Star” and isn’t expected to actually know much about baking or about knowing who is the professional or the faker BUT the Falconers (for the first time since Jack was named captain) failed to make the playoffs (so. many. injuries. Jack himself was out for a huge chunk of the season and Tater pulled his hammy and it was– Not his fault. Jack knows that but STILL). The point is Jack had some extra time on his hands and so not only did he watch every episode of Bakers and Fakers to get used to the format, he also read tons of How To Bake books and he was going to start on the youtube channels but he’d run out of time. (Plus Jack prefers books, youtube videos can be a bit too loud for him. Especially with the weird background music some of them put on while things are baking.)

The point is: Jack goes to this taping Way Too Hyped and, honestly, putting a lot of the competitive spirit he reserves for hockey into Judging. Jack is going to get this: he is going to figure out who are the bakers and who are the fakers and… well actually there’s no scoring system per se but he is going to give specific feedback and win this thing anyhow.

Enter Eric Bittle.

Tiny. Blond. Friendly. Stunningly attractive. Freakishly fast at baking. Super nice to one of his fellow contestants who looks like a sweet old grandma. Super condescending and says things like “Oh, honey, that’s precious” to other fellow contestant who Jack thinks is a bit of a prick. 

Jack decides right away that he must be a Faker. He is too young not to be. And he keeps cutting corners, not doing the things that Jack had read about and if there is one thing that Jack “knows” is that’s you Don’t Cut Corners in baking. So he is the faker. 

He is also the best, but Jack is not to be deterred. Bittle gets through the first round no problem (Douchebag’s cupcakes were basic and dry so he goes and the other contestants seem happy about it.) and it’s onto the second round. For this round, all the contestants have to use maple syrup (in honor of Jack). Jack and the other judges bicker easily among themselves about who left is the Faker and who is the Baker and Jack tries over and over to get them to see that clearly Bittle is a faker. He has to be. There is no way he can use that much maple syrup without it coming out too sweet. He is making rookie mistakes. At one point, he added sirracha to his pie?? It didn’t make sense. He doesn’t make sense. Jack is positive.

Then they get to the tasting and the other two contestants are good and Jack is pretty confident that Marsha is a professional because damn her maple crisp thing is delicious but–

But then he takes a bite of Bittle’s maple crusted pie and he… he sees stars honestly.

“I was wrong,” Jack Zimmerman admits out loud to a studio audience. (Okay, that’s an exaggeration, the day is too long so there is no live audience). “He’s the real deal. He’s a baker for sure.”

The other judges agree. And because they have to give less money to real Bakers and thus always chose who they thing is a real Baker (and because Bittle was handsdown the best), Bittle wins the show.

And then comes the question: “Are you a baker or are you a faker?”

Marsha (as Jack suspected) is a Baker. That’s okay. Janelle is the faker and then Jack was right. They have Bittly announce what he is next. There’s the tense silence. Jack is glaring at him without really meaning to. 

“I.” Bittle starts. Jack hasn’t felt so pumped since he was playing against the Flyers and they were tied up with 34 seconds left. “Am. A.”

Jack is holding his breath. He needs a win. He was right about this.

“Faker!”

Bittle laughs. The other judges all exclaim at how amazed they are by this. The host gets Bittle to explain that he is still a college student and he does most of his baking in a frat house (hence the sirracha move). Everyone is amazed.

Jack is livid. He knew it and then stupid Bittle made him change his answer. He should have stuck with his gut, he should have–

“Sorry for fooling you right at the end, darling,” Bittle says as they wrap up, shooting him a smile. “Had to get that 15 grand though.”

“I knew it, though,” Jack mumbles, feeling his face go a bit red. “I did know it.”

“Oh, you had no idea,” Bittle says and though he’s laughing, Jack doesn’t feel mocked. “You can’t know everything about me that quick!”

Bittle is cute and small and compact and Jack feels that rush he feels when he’s been bested but by a team that deserves it.

“How much time?” he blurts. Bittle blinks at him. He flushes harder but continues anyway. “Would it take to know everything?”

“Well, I- I-” Bittle is a bit flustered now too. Jack can see his face getting red. It’s adorable. But, unlike Jack, he manages to collect himself rather quickly. “I think dinner would be as good a place to start as any.”

And so that’s where they start. 

anonymous asked:

Wait what is this story about colin baker in the woods, you can't just say that and leave us hanging

 oh god, okay… this is a fairly long story that colin baker relates in the dvd commentary for mark of the rani, i will be paraphrasing it but i’m pretty certain i remember all the major details because i was laughing SO hard the first time i heard it

first of all you have to know that mark of the rani was filmed on location in this particular village and the public woods surrounding it, and also that the weather was being rather inconsistent on this one day. it kept raining and then the rain would stop again, so every time the rain shifted, the whole filming crew would immediately jump up and run between two locations – for continuity reasons, because they were alternately filming one scene where it needed to be raining and one where it was sunny

so they’re doing this scene where the doctor is tied up and hanging from a pole like so:

it’s super uncomfortable to be actually hanging from a pole by one’s wrists and ankles for multiple takes of a scene, so the crew built some kind of contraption to make it easier on him… it was basically a metal frame-like thing that was hidden under his jacket and pants, supporting his back so that he wouldn’t actually be straining his wrists, i guess? at any rate, the downside of this was that this thing took a LONG time to set up, so it wasn’t possible to UNTIE him from the pole in between takes, so they just kind of. set him down on the ground. during the moments when they weren’t filming

anyways, in the middle of this situation with the intermittent weather, at some point it starts raining and the director calls for everyone to go to the other current filming location!! everyone is rushing about trying to get the cameras and props and people over there as quickly as possible (because you never know when the rain will change again) and in all of this hullaballoo they somehow manage to

forget colin baker on the ground

(actually he said that he sort of noticed them leaving him behind but was initially hesitant to say anything, thinking “surely i’m just missing something and they’ll come get me in a moment” and then by the time he fully realized he was left behind, they were too far out of earshot for him to say anything)

so he’s just like. well. i’ll just wait. and they’ll figure it out soon enough

he lies there tied to this pole for a good ten minutes or so until he hears someone coming down the path

but it is not the film crew, because these are PUBLIC WOODS they are filming in. it’s a random middle-aged couple walking their dog. and the dog comes running up to colin baker (who is a little ways off of the main path) and sniffing him and barking

and the couple just … look at him, tied to the pole on the ground… he said he could tell that they didn’t recognize him as being dr. who, so god knows what they thought about his COAT

he looks at them

there is a deeply awkward silence in which he doesn’t know what he could possibly say about the situation of him being TIED TO A POLE IN THE WOODS and they are clearly being TOO POLITE AND PROPER AND BRITISH-Y to bring it up

eventually one of them is like “nice weather today isn’t it” and he’s like “er yes quite” and they just keep going and leave him lying there on the ground tied to the pole

he just stays there for another twenty minutes or so until FINALLY he sees one of the camera crew running back to get him while yelling “COLIN OH MY GOD WE’RE SO SORRY”

…aaand that is the colin baker tied to a pole in the woods story, more or less as related by colin baker himself, aka my all time favorite thing that ever happened behind the scenes of doctor who!! ACTOR DVD COMMENTARIES ARE SO WORTH WATCHING, KIDS

anonymous asked:

Hey! Just read your Baker!Derek fic and... IT'S AMAZING! PLEASE, PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE could you give us more? I'm dying of curiosity with what will happen and I just loved Derek's interaction with the sheriff, haha. Anyway, thanks for writing bc it's already awesome!

since i actually got a few requests to finish it here’s a part two. you can find part 1 here and part 3 here

That night, out of nowhere, Derek decided to cook homemade lasagna. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to make his own noodles because things at the bakery took longer than he wanted, but store bought is fine. He finds it comforting to go through the methods of cooking this dish. Stirring together the ricotta and mozzarella. Making homemade sauce and chopping up garlic to go into it. Then he focuses on lining the pan with noodles and then layering the ingredients together. It really quiets his mind and prevents him from freaking about Stiles.

Of course, as soon as it’s in the oven and Derek is done cleaning up, all he has is time to freak the fuck out. He is kind of pretty sure he has a thing for Stiles, and Stiles might have a thing for him, which is even scarier. But it’s too soon to tell, Derek is sure of it. And really, they just barely met, so why is he freaking out?

Probably because it’s been so long since he has ever dated. He hasn’t had time lately, so it’s kind of been on the back burner, but now Stiles is right there and well…he doesn’t want to say no to this.

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anonymous asked:

Have you ever noticed in TST during the Balloon John scene, when Sherlock and John are standing next to each other by the door, John suddenly vanishes when Hopkins bursts in?? He doesn't return to his place next to Sherlock until Greg comes in and holds up the broken bust in baggie.

Okay, Nonny, so this is the entire sequence, just broken up to fit the gif limit on Tumblr, but yeah, wow, okay I never noticed this until you mentioned it. Like… where did John go?? He was literally almost on top of Sherlock, and then he just disappears until his input is required. 

Also notice how BRIGHT that skull painting is glowing too. Hmmmmmm. More proof that this is from Sherlock’s POV for the Alibi Theory? 

anonymous asked:

Ok but think about that baker-faker thing as not-AU. Jack goes to the show with all the background backing knowledge that dating Bitty implies. The judges are impressed, the participants a little nervous, the public in general flabbergasted. Buzzfeed and Twitter are down with it. General media frenzy.

OH I LIKE THIS VERSION TOO!

Same situation (Jack is supposed to be the popular athlete/arm candy and not contribute much to the actual judging) but in a more canon compliant universe.

In my head, Jack and Bitty are not yet out when he does this (Bitty is a little green with jealousy that Jack gets to be on the food network and Jack has to promise profusely to remember every detail) so there is no real reason for Jack to be a baking expert. But he goes on the show and it becomes very apparent that Jack Zimmermann is some sort of baking expert.

His comments on the food are not hot-athelete things like “oh my god, I could eat a hundred of these” or “it’s a little too sweet for me, but I still like it!” or “I see what the other judges mean- it’s a little underdone.” His comments on things are more like: “I think this could have been elevated if you added a dash of almond extract” and “Brown the butter before putting it in the crust and you’ll get a much nicer flavor– you want the crush to do more than just hold the pie together” and “In this case, I think sifting the flour actually hurt the texture–which is rare, but something to think about.”

(note: i am not a baker and all that advice is probably FALSE AS HELL)

Jack is able to keep up with the professional baker judges in their discussion and adds ideas and he actually doesn’t manage to guess who is the baker or the faker because “I think some of the best bakers aren’t necessarily professionals, you know, just like– my one friend at Samwell isn’t a professional but he is really good so I can’t really tell. Margie is the best baker here but she could not technically be a baker…”

It’s an amazing episode. Everyone is surprised. Only the Samwell crew really knows why this is happening and they chirp Jack (and Bitty, by extension) relentless in the group chat (Bits, you have turned Jack into a fucking baking snob!) and, as you said, MEDIA EXPLOSION. 

When asked, Jack explains his knowledge is because: “I took a history class on it” which makes no sense because a history class will not tell you when is best to use light brown over dark brown sugar but that’s all anyone gets out of him. (For now. It all makes so much more sense once he and Bitty go public with their relationship)

Jack is invited back to be a regular guest judge. Competitors quake in fear when they learn he will be judging their episode. 

anonymous asked:

You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay? Tbh I can see both Stiles and Derek being stress bakers haha

So, usually, I’d have Stiles be the stress baker, but I decided to mix it up this time. And who doesn’t love shy baker Derek? Also on ao3!

When Stiles moved into his little Brooklyn apartment after getting accepted into Columbia University, his new neighbor was nice enough to bring over a batch of cupcakes to welcome him to the building.

Moving across the country from a sleepy little town in northern California to the hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps had been unexpectedly stressful. Stiles had never been away from his dad for so long and the vast distance was certainly putting a strain on him.

The jet lag had him feeling constantly exhausted and nauseous, even unable to sleep, lasting longer than he had anticipated. And the last thing he needed was yet another thing contributing to his insomnia, already needing two sleeping pills and his favorite pillow to be able to fall asleep.

All of that was in addition to the stress of having to dive headfirst into attending an Ivy League school where he would have to maintain a spotless GPA in order to keep his scholarship. It wasn’t achieving the good grades that bothered him, it was the suffocating pressure that accompanied achieving those grades, the mere thought of possibly disappointing his dad enough to make him think about just run away.

He was in the throes of yet another round of self-doubt when a gentle knock sounded on his door, interrupting what was sure to become a panic attack. Scrubbing a hand over his face as he shook himself out of his haze, Stiles had stood from his seat on the couch and jogged to the door, calling out, “Give me a sec!”

Praying it wasn’t the crazy old landlord demanding more money or his elderly neighbor who screamed bloody murder if he so much as sneezed a little too loud. It wasn’t. Instead of a grumpy man with his hand out or an angry little old lady, the most gorgeous person Stiles had ever seen had been standing in his doorway.

He was holding a tray of cupcakes in his hands and while any other time Stiles would have been captivated by the sight of detectable desserts, he was much more mesmerized by the sight of a beautiful man standing in his doorway. Because people who looked like the man in front of him didn’t just knock on his door out of the blue. It immediately had him thinking that New York City might not be so bad after all.

Whoever the hell he was, he had the smile of an angel, with bright white bunny teeth and the most kissable lips Stiles had ever seen, and all the dark features of a handsome devil. His hair was pitch black along with his thick stubble, a beautiful contrast to the swarthy tone of his skin and the light green in his hazel eyes.

And as much as Stiles wanted to take a bite of him instead of his cupcakes, he hadn’t eaten all and his stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly. He could feel his face warm at the embarrassing sound, Handsome Stranger chuckling deeply and joking, “Guess I picked the perfect time to bring these over.”

Laughing nervously, Stiles had agreed and introduced himself to the man who turned out to be his next door neighbor, inviting him in to sit for a little. Over cups of coffee and the most delicious French vanilla cupcakes Stiles had ever tasted, his neighbor introduced himself as Derek Hale, explaining that he baked whenever he was stressed and figured that since he had already made some cupcakes he should bring them over to welcome Stiles to the apartment building.

It was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for Stiles and after the first time, it sort of became a thing. Whenever Derek ended up baking too much when he was stressed, he would bring some over for Stiles, either knocking on his door or leaving him a plate in the hallway.

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anonymous asked:

tucker finding old photos of wash absolutely covered in flour and powdered sugar and such and he slams the album on the table questioning it and wash casually takes a sip of his coffee, while reading the newspaper, "my mom liked to bake with me" and nothing else. tucker then proceeds to ask tons of questions until "if i make you a pie will you STOP?" (its the best god dang pie tucker has ever had)

Agent ‘giveaway  just enough of my past to make people curious but nothing more’ Washington

Lavernius ‘fed up with your mysterious bullshit’ Tucker

anonymous asked:

"Fucking studmuffin," Dean mumbled the first time he saw Cas shirtless. Cas beamed and flexed a little. Dean watched the pulse of the muscles, mouth watering a little at the sight. "I bet you could say that I'm," Cas said, grinning, "good enough to eat." Dean threw a towel at him, muttering darkly. - Poetry Anon (baker!Dean and his fave customer)

S T U D M U F F I N 

Dating Hannah Baker Would Include

Anonymous said: Dating Hannah Baker would include please? 

@laurnecohan said:  okay so may i ask if u write girl x girl imagines? and if u do can u redirect me to some? if u haven’t can a i request dating betty cooper would include and dating hannah baker would include?

A/n: I was honestly so fucking excited to write this.  I don’t know how good it actually is but Hannah Baker is such a cutie.  I mean ughhhhhhhhh, I can’t control my excitement!!!!! 

Originally posted by mcmartin

  • This girl is the epitome of cuteness
  • She doesn’t even know she’s being cute, she just is
  • So after the incident with Courtney, Hannah realized she’s bi
  • She starts to see you in a new light
  • Asking Tony and Clay loads of questions about you
  • “Did (Y/n) just get cuter? Is that even possible?”
  • Even before you got together, you always called her ‘babe’
  • She adores it
  • You notice that she’s behaving different with you
  • Using your nickname for her to finally ask you out
  • “Go out with me babe?”
  • You smiling ear to ear
  • “Of course babe!”
  • BABE
  • Honestly though, that nickname never gets old between the two of you
  • She loves calling you ‘cutie’
  • “You’re such a cutie!”
  • Tony being your #1 shipper
  • His heart overflows with happiness when he finds out that you’re together
  • Clay laughing his ass of at Tony’s reaction
  • “I think he’s happier that you two are dating than you are!”
  • Hot chocolate dates at Monet’s
  • Sky knowing as soon as you walk in that it’s going to be one of those days
  • “Hot chocolate ladies?”
  • “Absolutely!”
  • Always arguing over who is going to pay
  • “It’s on me babe.”
  • “No cutie, I got it.”
  • Sky smirking and laughing
  • “Quit fighting like an old married couple.  It’s on the house.”
  • Blushing profusely 
  • Cuddle time
  • All the time
  • Running your hands through Hannah’s hair to calm her down and vice versa 
  • Threatening Bryce when he’s being an asshole
  • “Stay the hell away from my girlfriend, or you’ll find more than just your head up your ass!”
  • Being protective of each other AF
  • Hannah gets jealous easily 
  • You don't 
  • You’re more laid back, but Hannah gets insanely possessive if someone starts to flirt with you
  • Teasing her for being jealous
  • Joking around with her
  • “I can’t help that everyone wants me babe.  I’m a catch.”
  • “Shut up.”
  • “You were so jealous.”
  • Her not denying it
  • “I was.”
  • Kissing her happily 
  • “I love you babe.”
  • “I love you cutie.”

anonymous asked:

Hi Steph, Not sure if this has been mentioned but John putting the headphones on the bison skull is one of the most significantly symbolic scenes for TJLC. He's silencing the bull (virility, sexuality) while giving Sherlock a pointed look, and Sherlock acepts without making eye contact. BUT it's what Sherlock is holding; a looking glass, the opposite of what we expect to see in this scene showing they're aware. We were never wrong. Mirrors, looking glasses, kids; S4 is rich in symbolic meta.

Hmm, interesting way to look at it, Nonny. Small little hints in the series that we’re not wrong? Perhaps. I still would have preferred if they DIDN’T fuck up S4 with an episode that, if we don’t have a 4th episode, doesn’t really make any sense, though.

I do, though like them putting the flat back together TOGETHER. A new beginning and all that. :)

anonymous asked:

During a threesome between you and your beloved biker and Baker, you get pregnant. As luck would have it, it's twins and each child belongs to a different father. Imagine Bucky getting them both little leather jackets and Steve making waaaaay too many cupcakes for the gender reveal/one year birthday cake smash

omg steve just going overboard and the whole kitchen is covered in cakes 

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anonymous asked:

Zimbits coffee shop au please!

Jack pulled his hoodie down lower over his forehead and glanced around nervously. He hoped no one recognized him. He better not recognize anyone here either, he silently added.

A new bakery-slash-coffee-shop had opened in the neighbourhood, just a block from Jack’s own bakery shop, and while he wasn’t concerned about losing any loyal customers, the competitive side of him got curious.

So, wearing what was probably the worst attempt ever at obscuring his identity, Jack had gone to the new coffee shop to see what they had to offer. He busy was glaring at the attractive display of lemon bars and danishes  when his attention was suddenly caught by the small, blond guy at the front counter.

He wasn’t sure how long he was openly staring, but the gorgeous specimen of a human being had to ask him twice if he was okay. Jack flushed; he could feel his face turning pink.

“Sorry,” Jack apologized. “I was trying to decide. Um, so many choices.”

The guy gave a small smile and beckoned for Jack to come closer. Jack was like a moth to a flame. “I recommend the maple praline squares,” he said with a charming, southern drawl.

“Yeah?”

“And,” the guy whispered conspiratorially, as if he was sharing an important secret with Jack, “I’ll even let you have a sample, on the house today.”

Jack swallowed. “You really don’t have to,” he started.

“My treat,” he said, already wrapping up the largest piece of the dessert in wax paper and sliding it across the counter to Jack. “Just don’t tell my boss,” he added with a wink.

Jack was back the next day. He really shouldn’t be here, but now, he was even more curious than before. The maple praline square yesterday had been pure deliciousness and he’d even gone so far as to lick the wrapper for the last, sweet crumbs. He’d crumpled up the wax paper and hidden it deep in the garbage can so that no one would find out where he’d gone.

He justified the next visit as a reconnaissance mission. The more he knew about this bakery with the cute cashier, the better Jack could formulate a plan on how to manage his own business.

The guy recognized him and gave him a wide grin when Jack went in. Just like the day before, he gave a recommendation (apple pie with maple sugar crust), except Jack insisted on paying this time. When he refused to take the money, Jack dropped a twenty in tip jar. On his way out, he heard the guy call out, “See you tomorrow!”


Jack was so gone for this guy, it stopped being funny.

He eventually learned his name (”It’s Eric. Or my friends call me Bitty too.”) and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about Bitty all the time He went every afternoon to the competitor to buy their baked goods just for a chance to see the human embodiment of sunshine.

Jack wondered if he could persuade Bitty to quit and then come work for him. He’d be willing to pay a much higher wage if it meant he could see Bitty at his bakery everyday. Anything to have to Bitty close.

It got harder and harder to hide this from his coworkers. Shitty, who’d started the bakery with Jack and co-owned it, had started giving him shifty looks every time he came back from seeing Bitty. Lardo, on the other hand, gave him knowing looks, and Jack supposed she already knew. Lardo knew everything.

He needed to consider what he was doing. Jack stopped going to the other bakery for a couple of days. He felt miserable, but he realized that he needed to stop fixating on the other business so much. He had his own bakery to manage, and it was probably better for him the long run anyways.

On the fourth day, Jack was working the late morning shift. The bakery had quieted down after the initial early morning rush. The door opened, and to Jack’s utter surprise, Bitty walked in.

“There you are! I thought you were sick or dead,” Bitty said.

“I–” Jack’s heart started beating like it wanted to escape his chest. Bitty was here. Bitty realized he was the rival bakery.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” Bitty casually hopped on one of the counter stools and looked expectantly at Jack.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Jack managed to choke out.

“I took the morning off. I can do that.”

“But why are you here?”

Bitty raised an eyebrow. “I am here because the guy I have been outrageously flirting with suddenly disappeared so I decided to track you down myself.”

Jack actually spluttered, but after he regained control of his breathing, he said, “You aren’t mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I own this place, Bitty. I’m your bakery’s competition and I never said anything. You probably shouldn’t even be here. Your boss could fire you or–”

“Jack,” Bitty said sweetly. “I know.”

“Oh.” Jack wasn’t sure how Bitty knew, but he wasn’t mad and that was all that really mattered.

“And, Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m the boss.” At Jack’s confused expression, Bitty clarified,  “Of the bakery. I own it. I bake.”

Jack took a moment to process the information. “So, did you know who I was the entire time? That I’m your rival?”

Bitty laughed. “I knew the first day you walked in.”

Jack felt out of his depth. He wasn’t sure if this was some kind of cruel joke and now Bitty had come to gloat.

Bitty, sensing the shift in his mood, softened his expression. He slid off the stool and walked around the counter until he stood in front of Jack. “I came to ask you out,” he said. “I was thinking lunch at that really nice bistro on the east side of the river.”

“Really? You want me?”

Bitty was inching ever closer. “You think I’m going to let go of the guy who can make a pecan pie to rival mine?”

The answer was pretty self-explanatory after Bitty pulled Jack down to kiss him.

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anonymous asked:

Hi josh, i really need some help, would you suggest some music to play in the background during a wedding dinner? I am thinking of some jazz

YAS JAZZ

there’s literally jazz for every different kind of occasion, and tbh i think an ideal wedding would just have jazz in the background all night, as Baudelaire described, “swirling in the evening air.”

here are some recommendations off the top of my head for great wedding night jazz (all links are to YouTube, but I think they’re all also on Spotify), in no particular order:

Some Other Time - Bill Evans (specifically the version on the reissue of his ‘58 album)

The Very Thought Of You - Billie Holiday

Mean to Me - Bill Harris

That Ole Devil Called Love - Billie Holiday

My Old Flame - Charlie Parker

I Wonder - Louis Armstrong

Ain’t Misbehavin’ - Fats Waller (can you imagine having him play this live?!)

Cheek to Cheek - Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong

Almost Blue - Chet Baker

Easy Living - Billie Holiday

It Never Entered My Mind - Miles Davis Quintet

If You Were Mine - Billie Holiday

anonymous asked:

I know doing a full re-watch with tweeting, etc is a lot to ask you guys , especially considering the amount of participation you got, but have you considered setting up a viewing schedule for Hulu? So we don't all have to watch and tweet at the same time, but we're at least watching the same episodes on the same days to maybe get them on the "Popular on Hulu" episodes page? I don't know if this would help, but maybe it would at least align our viewing a little.

Sure! That’d be fantastic. We’ve decided on trying one episode per day from the 30th of May to the 8th of June as a primer to the ATX festival. 

Start with the Pilot on May 30th, at any time you choose! Continue each day by watching the subsequent episode. This can be done at any time that works for you during the day! Hopefully we can get certain episodes onto the Popular Episodes page with us all watching a specific episode each day for 10 straight days. Hope everyone can join in!!!

anonymous asked:

"Doll you're really killin' my business," Bucky said, leaning over the counter to kiss you. You shrugged and ruffled his short brown hair. He gave you your usual sprinkled donut and coffee, taking a bite from it first. "Hey!" You whined. You took your usual stool at the counter right in front of Bucky. The quaint, vintage bakery definitely resembled that it was 1940. "Bucky, I want another one." With an eye roll he gave you all the free donuts and drinks you want, paying in kisses of course.

omgsh I love baker!bucky so so much , I think he’d ask you out with a cake 

Spinoff Saturday

anonymous asked:

Why did Pitch get cancelled?!? I just started watching it today omg

I AM HEATED. 

Basically the ratings were really low. But not like Scream Queens low. The ratings weren’t low because the show sucked, they were low because it basically got a death slot competing against Thursday night football. Also, Fox did jack shit to promote it. 

The ratings by NO MEANS matched the fan reaction. Opposite ends of the spectrum entirely. I was one of the first people to post in the tag the night of the Pilot and it BLEW UP. Within 24 hours my post was SEVERAL pages back. I couldn’t find it. Before you knew it, by episode 2, there was a full fledged fandom. It only kept growing. The characters were all amazing and the show gave what so many people asked for; diversity, dealing with real issues, and a strong POC female lead.

NOW I WONT KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO BAWSON. DOES GINNY MAKE IT BACK ON THE MOUND. DOES MIKE HAVE ANOTHER SEASON? DOES AMELIA COME BACK? DOES RACHEL ROT IN HELL? 

FUCK FOX. I’m bitter. 

anonymous asked:

How about a Bawson dialogue prompt? "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice." And if I may be so bold, could this be delivered sincerely? Not in the teasing/half-joking way we often see with our beloved pairing? I love your writing, and am jonesing for some swoony, quasi-angsty, vulnerable Bawson.

So, this went from quasi-angsty to full blown angst real quick, and I’m not even sorry.

I will write a part two. Promise.

(cross posted on ao3)


“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

She tries, she really really does, to say it to his face. Ginny kicks herself for her cowardice, but in her defense just getting the words out had taken almost everything in her.

Ginny is tired. Tired of the heated exchanges, the coded interactions, the very real and visceral pain she felt seeing Mike and Rachel together until they finally let their dwindling romance die. Personally she thought their relationship was dead a long time ago, they only just recently called time of death.

“Baker…,” he says her name like he’s not sure what else to say, before letting out a small laugh.

That was the last reaction she wanted from him.

“Listen, I understand the whole captain/rookie dynamic is an intense one, but I think you’re jumping the gun a little here, rook,” Mike isn’t looking at her either, completely absorbed in memorizing the pattern on his cleats.

The fear, the anxiety, the doubt, all disappear within her, the swirling emotions melting away like ice in the sun, as rage, pure and diluted, spreads through her.

That coward.

Ginny scoffs loudly and tries to stop her voice from shaking. Mike finally looks at her, quickly, furtively, like he’s scared of what he’ll find, before looking back down to his feet.

“Really, Mike? You’re gonna play it like that?” She figured as soon as either of them finally gathered up enough courage to admit what they both knew to be true, it would be like floodgates opening and they’d wade happily together in the reality.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Baker,” he shrugs, backing up slowly towards the the door.

“The truth would be a good start,” she crosses her arms, plants her feet and waits.

Once more, he lets out a little chuckle, like she’s being unreasonable, like she’s just some dumb deluded girl with a crush.

“I don’t look at you in any way, rookie, we’re teammates, that’s it. I’m sor–”

She doesn’t let him finish.

“Unless you are about to apologize for lying to me right now, I don’t want to how sorry you are,” Ginny knows this is going to hurt like hell as soon as he walks out, so she’s holding on to the anger as hard and as tight as she can.

That has him stopping. For a few fraught seconds his eyes meets hers and she thinks he’s finally going to be honest with her.

Then Blip walks in.

“Hey, Mike, Al was looking…for…you…,” he trails off as he takes in the charged silence between his two teammates.

Blip’s looks comically between Mike and Ginny. His eyes flitting back and forth between them like a baseball during a game of catch.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asks, an almost-smile crossing his face. She thinks he reads the room enough not to make a joke.

Ginny waits a few beats, eyes meeting Mike’s again as she raises her eyebrows in a silent question, asking without words whether or not Blip is interrupting something. When Mike stays quiet, evading her gaze, something inside her cracks.

“No. No, Blip, you aren’t interrupting anything,” she gives her friend a tight smile and a pat on the shoulder as she brushes past him out the door.

She’s the one that gets to walk away.