baker's table

anonymous asked:

Baker anon: the dessert table is completely covered in different flavored cakes and pies, though the biggest cake was 5 layers high, covered in buttercream frosting, and had "Happy Birthday Ryuji" written in different colorz

Ryuji: *stares at the desserts* Dude…

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Cake Tasting (Silas x Camilla)


With Love,” Camilla spoke. It was in her usual sultry tone, but something about the way she said it gave Silas chills – the good kind.

Lately, just being around the first princess made him all kinds of nervous. She always walked with an air of confidence about her. She was beautiful as she was calm, and as nurturing as she was ruthless.

Silas had been so entranced by her long, lavender tresses and heavy lidded eyes that the snapping of her fingers startled him.

“I-I’m sorry Lady Camilla, what was that?” He asked with a sheepish grin.

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Mistakes

Summary: You try to fix your rocky engagement with Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2187

Warning: none

A/N: This is my first like real life intense angst and I hope you guys like it! I was literally on the verge of tears while writing it so hopefully it’s the same for y’all! Please feel free to give feedback on this! As always, send your requests here.

Tagging: The Pond @spnfanficpond

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Boo At The Zoo

I received no less than four messages harassing me about my tags on a Halloween with Ginny Baker post I made, so this is your fault. Credit to the better of two hashtags in this fic goes to @this-too-too-sullied-flesh and credit for Mike feeling things goes to @ohmyohpioneer​. You are both awful people for making this fic happen.

“Tell me why, exactly, I’m doing this Halloween with the Animals thing again?”

“It’s called Boo At the Zoo, Baker, and it’s a goddamn tradition, so you’re gonna grit your teeth and bear it. Do it with a smile on your face.”

The way her lips slide across her teeth is more of a grimace than anything else, but Mike ignores it. Of the two of them, Mike had never expected to be the one who became over enthusiastic about anything, but here they were - half the team wrangled in by Mike’s this-is-not-a-negotiation speech about helping out the community, spending the third weekend of their off season riding a bus to the zoo like a bunch of twelve-year-olds.

Not making it into the post season hadn’t exactly been great for team morale, and usually Mike would walk it off, let everyone stew for a while, but he’d spent the first week off being told by no less than a thousand doctors (Sue him, he exaggerates. It’s his thing. Another one of his things.) one obnoxious fact - his knees are shot, his back is only going to get worse, and if he makes it to forty without surgery they’ll personally name him a miracle of modern medicine. And instead of stewing in that delicious pot of angst and self loathing, Mike had decided to try team building activities instead.

He’s ignoring it. In major denial. Completely unhealthy, what he’s doing, but hey, he actually saw Duarte smile five minutes ago, so at least there’s that.

“Boo At The Zoo. Seriously, old man?”

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This is where I’ll be spending my summer on to pay off my school debt. I am a donut maker. Not your typical job for someone like me, but I praise God for opening up crevices and breaking through doors for this opportunity. It’s hard to find a decent job anywhere, nowadays.

anonymous asked:

who's troy baker?

buckle up little anon, you’ve got some learning to do

troy baker is a talented, badass, sexy, incredible voice actor/singer by day, and by night, he is a kindhearted, fan devoted, tip top husband 

he’s most popularly known for being the voice of booker dewitt from bioshock infinite, joel from the last of us, delsin rowe from infamous: second son, and the joker from batman: arkham origins

he’s also been in things like full metal alchemist (both versions), bleach, naruto, soul eater, one piece 

so yeah, he’s basically one of the top voice actors right now. he’s the vic mignogna of video games and the nolan north of anime 

not to mention he’s the sweetest guy ever! i had the chance to meet him at summer sacanime 2013 and he was such a cool guy. he held an acoustic performance on saturday night where he sang songs from his new album as well as did some fantastic covers. and on sunday i was at the front of the line for his signing. at the signing there were some very rude con security basically trying to restrict the fans and one lady said that if you weren’t a vip then you were only allowed one signature and you could not take a photo with troy. after she said that, the lovely mr baker stood on the table, declared that everyone was a vip and they could have multiple things singed and he would definitely take a picture with anyone who wanted one

basically he’s a total badass sweetheart dork, like just look at this man

he’s so sweet and funny and talented and dorky and also so damn attractive

goddamn

there you go anon, you now know who the magical troy baker is

Dinner with the Godparents

A/N - So maybe Godparent!lock is my new favourite Sherlolly trope! Here’s the beginnings of another one. Let me knew what you think!

Dinner with the Godparents

Isabelle Watson was sitting on one side of the dining table in Baker Street, Sherlock was at the other, and the scattered remnants of sumptuous shepherds pie and Yorkshire puddings lay discarded between them. This was their ritual - something she had done for as long as she can remember - spending the first Friday of every month having dinner with her Godfather.

She had grown up hearing all the the stories from her dad about how Sherlock used to keep body parts in the freezer, or how he would conduct experiments on this very table. And at least once every year, dad would recite the story about how Sherlock once drank tea that had accidentally been flavoured by an addition of a burnt eye-socket.

But despite all these legends about the “toxic waste dump” that 221B Baker Street used to be, in Isabelle’s experience Sherlock’s home had always been immaculate.

But of course, for as long as she can remember Sherlock hadn’t been alone.

Isabelle’s Godmother was busying herself in the kitchen preparing tea. As she placed the cups before the seated pair, Isabelle caught an odd unspoken gesture pass between them.

“What is it?” She asked.

“It’s nothing,” Sherlock responded, too quickly to fool anyone - the least of all a sixteen-year-old who had been trained since birth in the art of deduction.

“It’s not nothing!” Molly protested as she sat down next to Sherlock. “But it’s nothing to worry about,” she explained to Izzy.

“Then what’s going on?” Izzy persisted.

“It’s just your Godfather and I, um…” Molly paused, her words failing her.

“We’re going to get married.” Sherlock blurted out. There was a pause as both of her Godparents awaited her response.

“It’s about time,” she said, nonplussed.

They looked at her, mouths agape. “What?”

“Well, you have been sleeping together for years,” she said, unaware of how unnerving it was for her Godparents to hear those words coming from her mouth.

“How did you-” Molly began, although one look at Sherlock silenced her. “Of course you would have to train her to deduce that, too.”

“It was for her to use on her friends - not us!” He said in protest.

Isabelle stirred her tea, ignoring the distress of her Godparents “And you’ve been in love since before I was born.”

“Yes.” Sherlock said

“Well - not quite.” Molly countered.

That got Isabelle’s wrapped attention. “What do you mean?”

“It’s a long story,” Molly said, standing up and motioning to the couch, “you’d better get comfortable.”

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“Don’t you go interfering Anne.”

You loved having people around for dinner, seeing smiling faces and hearing laughter resonating throughout the flat you shared with Harry was one of your favourite things in the entire world. Between parents, friends, siblings and of course the other boys and their girlfriends you were well known for hosting not only the best parties, but also for being the best cooks and hosts. It was actually something you and Harry took great pride in, not that you would ever let anyone onto that secret.

Tonight you were having a pre-christmas dinner with Gemma, Anne and Robin, as you were spending Christmas Day with your parents (you spent it with the Styles’ last year so you liked to rotate). Your parents got on like a house on fire with Anne and Robin and they were sad they couldn’t make it to dinner. Out of all the combinations of dinner guests youd had over the years, both sets of family members was definitely your favourite. 

“Y/N you’ve done it again, that was absolutely delicious. Could you tell I wore my special fancy eating pants? I’m glad I did otherwise I think I would have exploded!”

“Robin I’m glad you liked it - it’s a new recipe that I’m trying out and I know you like to be the guniea pig in my creations! But I can’t take all the credit, Harry helped me with the dessert. Did you know he used to be a baker?!”

Everyone around the table burst into laughter and Harry looked at you “babe stop it you know I like to tell people that story. Everyone thinks it’s really interesting you know.”

“I know Harry, I don’t doubt it! Now come and help me put this stuff in the dishwasher while our guests make themselves at home in the lounge. I’ll put the kettle on and bring out some cuppas before you all head off. Gem - put some music on won’t you?” 

As you and Harry packed the diswasher in a companiable silence, you heard the classic sounds of your Bublé Christmas CD filter through the flat. Harry looked over at you, 

"Remember that Christmas we got snowed in before we could make it to my parents house so we ate cheese on toast and watched movies all day? I think that was one of my favourite Christmases ever you know?” You could see from the look on his face just how much he loved spending the holidays with you - it didn’t matter what happened as long as you were spending it together - sappy or what?

“Come on you big softie - I love you too you know that. Now help me take these cups into your family, I don’t want them to think we’ve forgotten about them." 

As the two of you walked into the lounge, you saw Robin twirling Anne around the living room while Gemma watched on smiling. It was a sight you didn’t think you would ever get sick of seeing - happy people enjoying themselves in your house.  By the look on Harry’s face, it seemed he felt the same way.

He put the cups down on the table and turned to loo at you, "we can’t let these old fogies upstage us in our own flat - let’s show them how it’s done.” With that he took your hands and started dancing with you around  the room. This is why you loved Harry as much as you did, he always wanted to show you how much he cared. He could have any girl he wanted, but the way he treated you and the way he was looking at you while you were dancing made you feel like you were the only girl in the entire world.

You could hear Anne whisper to Robin, “just look at them. Take a picture and we’ll send it to Y/N’s parents. They love seeing them like this - when do you think he’s going to pop the question?”

“Just leave them be Anne, they love each other and that’s the only thing that matters - don’t you go interfering you hear me?”

Harry must have heard too because he pulled you closer to him, so he could whisper something in your ear. “You know you’re stuck with me forever now. Better get used to more Christmases like this one.”

You looked at him, kissed him on the cheek and smiled, “Harry you know I wouldn’t have it any other way.”


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