cookie killer

The pastas and rollerskating

Jeff, Ben, and LJ suck at rollerskating but they do try. And by try I mean they are holding onto the walls for dear life.

EJ is too scared to skate. He doesn’t trust the rollerskate.

Toby is a reckless skater since he can’t feel pain so he does whatever he wants without the fear of breaking something in his body

Sally can’t skate well but momma Jane helps her.

Hoodie can skate pretty well but isn’t as great as his friend Masky

MAsky IS THE bEST AT ROLLERSKATING dOn’T QUEStiON HIS ABILITIES (who ever knows why Masky is the best gets a cookie)

1) favourite foods and 2) least favourite foods of the supernova, excluding luffy and zoro

kidd: 1) rolled cabbage 2) curry udon
killer: 1) peperoncino 2) curry udon
apoo: 1) tom yum goong 2) mayonnaise
urouge:  1) adzuki beans, pork 2) vegetables
hawkins: 1) fortune cookies 2) meat
x drake: 1) chicken and rice stir fry 2) eggs
law: 1) onigiri, grilled fish 2) bread, umeboshi
capone: 1) meatballs/meat dango, tomatoes 2) tomato juice
bonney: 1) margherita pizza 2) carrots

“Well, I KNOW I like cookies so I’ll get three of those. Not sure on the potato wedges… maybe just two. Penne is just okay so three pieces of that. I want five chips, and of course I’ll need a little cup of nacho cheese. Not too much, you see. And I guess a mouthful of macaroni wouldn’t hurt.”

-Excerpt from Inside the Mind of a Serial Killer

anonymous asked:

"Are you incompetent or just plain stupid?" Well, neither because we have two (2) buckets of the same flavor and I scooped from the one you weren't in front of and its not my fault you don't know the difference between a cake and sugar cone! I'm pretty good at my job!!!

I used to work at an ice cream store next to a blockbuster video. It was always boring but I used to make this killer cookie dough shake with coffee syrup.

-Rodney

oh yeah~

EXO react to you when you have a terrible cold

Okie dokey :)

(I tweaked some of them a lil bit so it wasn’t repetitive, I hope you don’t mind!)


Sehun: *when you first got sick he didn’t really think much of it, not that he didn’t care he just didn’t think it was that serious. But then when you were crying silently and unable to move properly because of your migraine, he actually took some responsibility. He tucked you up on the couch as gently as he could and fetched and carried anything you needed until eventually you slept. You woke up to him asleep on the floor cocooned in a sleeping bag - he’d been watching over you all night*


Kai: *having a cold sucks, mainly because you can’t taste anything and you complained  about the unfairness of it all to Jongin. He sympathised, because he loves food (we all do ngl) and he tried all kinds of foods to see if you could taste them - with no luck! You were pouting because you hadn’t tasted anything for what seemed like weeks and he hugged you, being the adorable bean he is. When you finally got better though, he treated you and took you out to your favourite restaurant and let you eat as much as you wanted! *


Tao: *he hated seeing you in pain, especially when he couldn’t do anything about it. When you were in tears because of the pain in your ribs and legs and your head, which felt like someone was smashing a rock against it relentlessly, he took you into his arms carefully. He didn’t want to hurt you, but had no idea what else to do and it was the only way he could think of to comfort you. He cried with you because seeing you hurting was something he couldn’t bear*


D.O: *would be one of the best at handling this situation. He laid you down on the bed with a lil forehead kiss and drew the curtains on the sunny day outside to darken the room to help your migraine. He left the room briefly and returned with some tea for you, and then he sat beside you stroking your hair until you drifted off to sleep. When you awoke later in the evening, head feeling fuzzy but the migraine almost gone, you waddled into the kitchen and saw Kyungsoo sitting at the table. He looked up at you smiling and asked how you were feeling, glad to hear that you were almost better again*

Originally posted by kyungsol


Chanyeol: *you woke up late in the morning and winced because it hurt you to move, and you cried out for Chanyeol who was crashing around in the living room in his usual manner. Humming to himself, he entered the room and saw you were stuck in the bed, giggled but then realised the agony you were in. He rushed off to get water, pain-killers and cookies (we all need cookies when we’re sick) and brought them all back to the bedroom. Careful so as not to hurt you, he snuggled into the bed beside you where you both spent the whole day*


“Who says we have to get out of bed, jagi?”


Chen: *All you wanted to do was rest quietly, in peace, but tbh I don’t think Jongdae has heard of the phrase. He knew you were ill and had a headache but he didn’t really think before he came bundling through the door of your apartment after practise, screaming about something to do with Kyungsoo and Baekhyun. You couldn’t help but snap at him, raising your voice even though it made your head throb. He left the bedroom in a sulk, and you were thinking that maybe you’d been a bit harsh on him. You were about to go and apologise but before you could he peeked his head through the door with a plushie in his hands. He was pouting his bottom lip out, and looked so pathetic you couldn’t help giggling. His face broke into a smile when you laughed, and he apologised for being so loud before giving you the plushie and lots of cuddles*


“I'm sorry, jagi. I know I must have been annoying,”

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen


Baekhyun: *he was away with EXO for a few days promoting the new comeback it’s gonna slay me help and he felt awful that he couldn’t be there for you when you weren’t feeling good. During your nightly facetime call, your cold was at it’s worst - you kept sniffing hard, your legs ached and your head felt so fuzzy it was an effort to concentrate on what Baekhyun was saying, let alone reply. Realising you were struggling to keep up with the conversation, he told you to close your eyes. You laid down under the bedsheets and closed your eyes, and the last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Baekhyun’s sweet voice singing clearly and gently for you*

Originally posted by blondejongin


Lay: * as soon as you mentioned your cold he was in caring unicorn mode. He made a nest of blankets on the couch and cocooned you in the middle of them and fetched some snacks and water. With the TV turned to some reality show, he settled down beside you and you leaned your head on his shoulder, eyelids feeling so heavy all of a sudden. As you drifted off to sleep, he stroked your hair gently and took in all of the features on your face. To him, everything about you is perfect and he couldn’t believe how someone could possibly be as beautiful as you*


Suho: *panicked when you woke up in the morning and could barely walk. You looked pale and you had dark rings around your eyes that weren’t usually there. At first he insisted he took you to see a doctor, but you managed to persuade him that it was just a bad cold so the doctor couldn’t do much anyway. He finally agreed with you, so took care of you himself. To your amusement he carried you into the living room and settled you on the couch, fetched pain killers, water and lots of chocolate and stayed by your side the whole day until you were both full of chocolate and sick to death of the same old reality shows and dramas on TV*

Originally posted by wintershower

is that even chocolate idk just pretend

Kris: *you guys were the sick couple that weekend, the both of you down with some cold that was spreading around. Neither of you felt like cooking so you ordered takeout and padded around the house wrapped up in blankets, laughing at how pathetic the both of you were. When you were complaining that you couldn’t swallow the pain killer, Yifan mocked you and told you to watch and learn. But this is him, so when he tried to swallow the tablet he choked and you fell on the floor dying of laughter, only worsening your headache*


Luhan: *wasn’t sure what to do when you were on the verge of tears because of your migraine. After some research on Google, he resorted to laying a cool, damp cloth on your forehead and sat on the couch with you, your head on his lap as he softly stroked your hair. Once the feeling of your skull being ripped apart had faded slightly, you leaned up and gave him a quick kiss, and for the rest of the evening he cuddled you feeling relieved that you were recovering*

Originally posted by dawnlus


Xiumin: *he wanted to distract you from your cold, since he knew much it sucked to not feel great and have a blocked nose. Ignoring your protests, he cancelled the plans he had with the boys that day and stayed home with you and attended to your every need. Whatever he did, he did it cutely in order to cheer you up - random outbursts of aegyo which could cure anything, eating snacks with you, Christ he was even practically skipping around the house to make you laugh - which you did! By the evening, you felt a lot better than you you did and Minseok was happy to see more colour in your cheeks and a smile on your face again*


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10

April 20th, 2015
(each photo has a caption with ID information)
Most of Jpod (everyone but the J17s) in lower Rosario Strait. 
At first they were spread over more than a mile, milling individually and presumably foraging, diving for long periods of time. And without any apparent signal, they all came together along the shoreline and began to mill around together, like a family meeting. They went north, then south, then back north again, almost like they were making a decision and discussing something. Then they did decide to go north all in a group, perhaps to go find the J17s who were likely north of them in the Strait. J27 and J38 broke off from the main group and headed way east by themselves, maybe to help look for the J17s? 
Great day with fascinating behaviour from Jpod. The mystery of the society deepens each time I see them. 

Downfall [10]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3,820

Genre: Assassin AU

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16


Every teenager looked forward to graduation in one way or another. Whether it was with a wistful or eager attitude, all students shared a similar longing to escape into the great world that awaited them, a world that they had been spending their entire lives preparing for.

Your graduation was no different, except the stakes were much higher.

Shin’s Orphanage and School was run by an organization for a very specific purpose. They took in children who had been abandoned by their family, those who had abandoned their family, and just like you and Namjoon, those who had no family. With these broken orphans, they not only healed them, but made them stronger. At this stage, they sculpted and molded the youth through rigorous training in order to reach one ultimate goal: create assassins.

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Springerle

Season 3 fic in which Will goes Christmas cookie shopping for a certain someone. For HanniHolidays Day 1: Holiday Cookies.

[Also on AO3]

“Gosh, I thought since it was a weekday afternoon it wouldn’t be so crowded,” Molly said.

A trickle of sweat ran down the back of Will’s neck, making his sweater itch against his skin. It was hot in the store. Too many bodies, too many bright lights, too much crap to hold. The line for the register was ten people deep and growing. Will could have sworn they hadn’t moved any closer to the front for the past twenty minutes.

If only Hannibal could see him now, sweating to death while surrounded by a thousand other middle-class suburban moms at an outdoor shopping mall. It was a far cry from Florence. An even further one from Hannibal’s lovely foyer; bedecked with antlers dripping with ornaments.

Will absently wondered what Molly would think of a tree made from antlers; threatening as it was festive. She’d probably find a way to neuter it into a rustic log cabin chic piece.

“Yeah, well, welcome to Christmas shopping. It’ll only get worse from here on out,” he said and shifted his coat to his other arm.

“You really think Giselle will like the pink sweater?”

“I think if Giselle doesn’t like the pink then Giselle has her own car and can suffer the exchange lines by herself, on her own time.”

Molly rolled her eyes affectionately. “Okay, Mr. Grinch. You know, I was talking to Giselle the other day and she said when she went to Peru she had this dish called lomo saltado that sounded incredible. I was thinking about making it for dinner to-”

“No,” Will snapped. “No. Do not make that.”

Molly put up her hands in surrender. “Okay. Whatever you say. I won’t make it.”

“I’m sorry it’s just-” Will said, stumbling over his words in his haste to apologize. “It’s hot and I think I’ve heard Mariah Carey enough times it qualifies as Guantanamo-approved torture. I- let me take a walk, okay?”

Molly, patron saint she was, took the pile of clothes Will was holding and clutched it to her chest. “Sure, whatever you need. I’ll call you when I get done and we’ll go home. Spaghetti for dinner?”

“Spaghetti is fine.”

The wind was sharp enough to cut through Will’s wool sweater when he stepped out. He leaned against the glass door and inhaled deeply.

It was crippling, sometimes, how he ached for the glint of Hannibal’s knife. The feeling of a stainless steel countertop beneath his fingers and the warm scent of Hannibal’s kitchen always lurked at the back of his mind.

The juxtaposition of his memories and the cookie cutter banality of the shopping center was enough to make Will’s chest constrict.

Which was why the bakery caught his eye. Nestled between a Forever 21 and a Bath and Body Works, the delicately iced cookies stood out like a beacon. Hannibal would have approved of them, perhaps even whipped up a batch of his own in attempt to copy the recipe from taste alone.

Will wondered exactly which parts of the human body could be incorporated into a cookie. Perhaps fat could be transmuted into lard, he thought, as he stepped inside and peered through the glass display case.

The clerk smiled. “Can I help you?”

“How much for a dozen of the springerle cookies? The ones with the Christmas scenes on them?” he asked.

It was a bad idea. He should go to the car, wait for Molly. He shouldn’t be buying cookies for his serial killer-

Friend? Ex? What was Hannibal, really?

“A dozen is $35.99,” the clerk replied. “I can gift wrap them if you like. We have all sorts of tins you can choose from.”

The woman pulled out a pair of tins. One was the same crimson of a sweater he’d seen Hannibal wear once. Hannibal would appreciate the way it contrasted with the buttery gold tones of the cookie.

A terrible, horrible idea. Alana would probably throw them out on principle alone.

Will pulled out his wallet.

“I’ll take them. And the red tin.”

Deep within the recesses of his mind, Hannibal strolled the Christmas Markets of Berlin and pondered which stall Will would visit first were he there. One with food, perhaps. They could share bratwurst and beer, boots crunching in the snow as they perused the wares. Will would would be striking in the soft glow of the Christmas lights.

They-

“Hannibal.”

Hannibal blinked. Once. Twice. The ivory and gold walls of his cell swam back into focus.

Alana stood on the other side of the glass with a package in hand. He got to his feet and approached the dividing wall, head cocked curiously. He often got letters. Packages were a rarity, usually confiscated and disposed of before they reached his cell. Alana always told him of the contents- several knives, the occasional lock of hair, an entire diary written in human blood.

The last one had piqued Hannibal’s interest, but unfortunately it had been taken as evidence for an official investigation. He’d never learned what had been written. The others Hannibal had no desire to receive.

“I thought about not giving you these. There’s no return address,” Alana said. “But we all know who they’re from.”

“How very generous of you,” Hannibal remarked.

“Consider it my one act of getting into the holiday spirit. I’m going to place them in the drawer now.”

Without further instruction, Hannibal moved to the center of the room; hands hanging politely at his sides while Alana approached the steel drawer. He waited until she had put the package into the drawer, slid it to his side, and left the room entirely before he moved.

The package was a simple, white cardboard box, easily purchased from any post office. Hannibal smelled pine and dogs and home cooking on it. His heart skipped a beat.

Within he found a finely wrought tin tied with ribbon. Perhaps if he was particularly careful with his words he would be allowed to keep it, he thought, despite the potential danger of him having tin.

He untied the ribbon slowly, watching the light catch the golden fibers. The ribbon would most certainly become a bookmark. It was short enough to keep.

The tin opened with a quiet click and he set the lid aside while he admired its contents. The springerle cookies were lovely; little works of art with their carefully painted, embossed Christmas scenes. Hannibal took a bite of one as he pulled a notecard off the inside of the tin.

Merry Christmas, it said. There was no signature. None was needed.

He stepped back into his memory palace.

The bratwurst Hannibal had imagined melted away, replaced by golden brown cookies stamped with nativity scenes. Snow swirled around them as they stood in the street, heedless of the people around them.

There, in the middle of the Berlin Christmas market, Hannibal turned and kissed sugary sweet crumbs from Will’s lips.

Headcanon

I think that all four of the different Hogwarts houses would have different handwriting and letter styles, For example:

 Hufflepuff would have neat, tiny, loopy handwriting, and frequently write very cute, long-ish letters that included them telling you about the killer cookies that they baked last week, the amazing painting that they made, and the cute dog that they saw in the park. They would put candy and pressed flowers in their letters.

Slytherins would have sloppy handwriting that is very slanted. They would write letters very rarely, telling you about that person who made them mad, how they want to overthrow the government, and their plans for world domination, most of it jokingly. They might send you a cool pin or a Polaroid picture with their signature for when they are famous.

Ravenclaws would have either the neatest handwriting, or the sloppiest, depending on the person. They would write super long letters telling you about an amazing book that they just read, and how they’re preparing for college. They would mention their amazing teachers, and the large library at Hogwarts. They would put bookmarks and cool feathers in their letters.

Gryffindors would have very large handwriting. They would write short little letters telling you all about their awesome friends, and them playing truth or dare. They would tell about their new favorite band, and how they wan to see them in concert. They would complain about their studies (unless they’re Hermione) and the annoying Slytherins. They would stick drawings of mythical creatures and pretty leafs in their letters

Thanks for reading! These things are just what I think the letters would be like, and I’m sorry if I got anything wrong

andhiseyesweregreen  asked:

From the Christmas Prompts list, 16 and 17 with Frank Castle? Please and thank you babe! ;)

prompts: Ugly Christmas sweaters + Baking Christmas treats

pairing: frank castle x reader

rating: k

warnings: angst-ish? and also fluff. mentions his dead family, of course.

tagging: @raypclmer @phoenixejean @kurtwxgners @avengers-fics @whoaheather

a/n: ahsndndn christmas aus + frank im already dead

The entire month of December, you had found yourself dedicated to one thing, and one thing alone: celebrating the holiday season as festively as you possibly could.

You’d dressed in ugly sweaters essentially every day, even daring to wear them to work; you’d made it a habit of drinking eggnog as frequently as you possibly could, downing the drink like it was water; and, of course, you couldn’t forget the sugar cookies that you had a tradition of making every year.

The recipe was one that had been passed down in your family for generations, and you hoped that one day, you would get to pass down the recipe to your own children.

But, for now, all you had to worry about was making as many of the delicious cookies as you possibly could – especially in the efforts to brighten the day of one person, and one person in particular: your boyfriend, the vigilante of Hell’s Kitchen known as the Punisher.

Or, as you knew him, Frank – currently the Grinch.

He wasn’t the grinch so much so as because he hated the holidays; in fact, he was fond of them. Or, at least he had been, back when he had his children. You assumed that something about the holidays just reminded him of a life that he probably should have been living, a life with his kids and his dead wife and their dog that they probably would’ve gotten.

They could’ve been the perfect family, maybe, and he knew that. Which was probably why he felt so disheartened at this holiday season, which was the first he would have to experience without them – no message, no card, no video – nothing of them, because they were gone.

He claimed that it didn’t bother him anymore, not like it used to, but you knew that it did. Of course it would, it probably always would.

So, of course, you didn’t blame him for being grumpy or refusing to partake in the little silly christmassy things that you did, like wear christmas hats and decorate the small tree that you had gotten for fifteen bucks down the street, or buy some more eggnog whenever you ran out because you had accidentally drunken it all without noticing the supply going down. He observed you doing all of this, of course, but he didn’t partake in any of it.

And that was okay with you.

This time, though, you wanted to give him a bit of the joy that the christmas spirit brought to you – doing so by the only way that you knew: baking your family’s generations old recipe.

Frank was out while it baked, going grocery shopping and running errands for you, while you watched over the cookies and took them out once they finished, having them cool down before icing each of them individually, one at a time.

By the time that he had gotten back, the cookies were totally done and you were standing in front of him, offering him one off from the plate that you had transferred the cookies to.

“I know that this time of year isn’t really your favorite,” you said slowly, “but I have gotta say…my cookies are killer.”

He rose an eyebrow, looking at you with a bemused sort of smile. “Yeah?” he asked as he placed the grocery bag down onto the table.

“Yeah,” you said as he reached for one of your cookies, raising it to his lips and taking a bite from it, a soft smile appearing on his lips.

He didn’t say anything, instead opting to plant a kiss onto the crown of your head and grab two more of the cookies, but you knew, you just knew that that had helped his mood rise, however little that may have been.

And that was all that mattered.