give me some pie

One thing I love about being in this fandom, is the abundance of great fanart. There’s so many amazing artists that I think a few get overshadowed and underappreciated.

Here’s a list of some of my favorite underappreciated artists who deserve more love.

@horsemenhdfj He isn’t very active anymore, but I absolutely adore his style. The way he draws facial expressions, not to mention the clothing designs. it’s very unique and original.

@littlefroid draws in this really lovely cartoon style that’s just so charming, I really like the way they draw Scarecrow in particular.

@baffled-pie Somewhat new to the fandom, baffled-pie has a really good grasp on the BTAS art style and uses it to create such wonderful fanart

@thepigeonqueen Pigeon is one of the sweetest people on this website, I just adore her style so much. She runs a Crane askblog on the side too!

@inkstainsandbattythings One of my favorite artists on here, personally I don’t think she gets enough notes. Her style is so amazing and she’s always improving. I swear, some of her stuff looks it could be from a real cartoon.

@erribeka A painterly style and wonderfully exaggerated expressions makes for some great artwork. Check out her stuff, you won’t be disappointed

@sofitai  Amazing semi-realistic style that I marvel over with each new drawing

@jo-z Draws some really unique versions of the rogues that are truly lovable, also her OC “Arkham Abby” is still one of my favorites. 

@dorinahv2 I’ve commissioned her before and would do it again. I love her watercolor art style, it’s so refreshing.

@professor-crane Mainly an rp blog, but their artwork is worth putting on this list. I loved their recent drawing of Injustice 2 Scarecrow.

@dawndrawsstuff Draws some really cute chibi stuff that just makes you melt. Please give their artwork some love~ 

@clowncrime  Super funny okay, they have some great artwork and hilarious batman comics that are worth the read.

@left2fail I love the way she shade and colors, her artwork is so bright and vivid. Also, she’s really good with expressions.

@rihkama Draws the most hilarious comics, and I really like her realistic drawing approach to the batman rogues.

@yiynova Some of my favorite Scarecrow artwork comes from yiynova, I love it so much that I’m getting a commission. You’re missing out if you don’t follow them.

@therealfishbunny Another absolutely amazing artist that took the BTAS art style and turned it into something even better. Such expressive sketches too!

@michi0no I don’t know how to describe their style other than adorable. I love the way the draw Jonathan and Jervis. Their artwork feels lose and painterly, especially their lineart. It’s hard to translate into words, but take my word for it!

@fionaspooks Another artist who doesn’t get enough notes, I really like her long haired scarecrow and she’s got a fantastic eye for costume design!

I know I’m probably forgetting people, but this list is getting really long. Please check out some of these lovely artists. I’ve been inspired by their work and I hope you will be too 🎃 💛

Come Out and Play

I sprinted down the hall of the bunker, trying to control my breathing. I’d ran up from the dungeon.  Glancing behind me, he wasn’t behind me, I was still safe. I leaned against the wall, resting for a few minutes. It wouldn’t be long before he’d be right behind me.

I heard a door slam, the clomping off boots bounced off the walls of the bunker. My small reprieve was over, pushing off the wall, I ran down the hall, sliding into the library.  Crashing to a stop, into a table, I scanned the room for a place to hide.

Sweat trickled down my back, as I searched for a spot, the sound of boots getting closer. I dove behind the huge chair in the corner, curling up into a ball. Holding my breath, waiting, praying that I was well hidden.

Dean’s sinister voice echoed through the bunker. “Come out and play sweetheart!” I heard his boot steps coming closer to the library, I heard him laugh. “I know I’m close, I can smell your perfume.”

I laid down on my side, so I could peek around the corner of the chair. Once I saw him leave the room, I was praying I could make my escape, to another part of the bunker. 

“I found her daddy! I found mommy! Do I get candy now?” I looked up and our son was standing on the chair, looking down at me. His little green eyes lit up, and a beautiful smile on his little face.

I jumped up from my hiding place. “Dean Winchester, you bribed our son?” I crossed my arms over my chest glaring at him.

He came over, scooping John into his arms, as he got into the chair. He leaned over the back, kissing me. “Of course not!” He grinned at me.

“Daddy you said if I helped you find mommy, you’d give me some candy AND share the pie she had to make you, because she’d lose at hide n’ seek, if we found her!”

“You had to have your four year old son help you find me to win? That’s pretty bad Winchester!”

“Mommy, you’re still going to make us pie, right?” John’s little lip quivered.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him onto my lap, “Anything for my boys!” John wrapped his arms around my neck, hugging me. Dean’s arms were wrapped around the both of us. “What kind do you want?”

“Apple!” They both said. I rolled my eyes. 

“Like father, like son!”


@notyourtypicalpunkgirl  @small-town-wayward-daughter @impalaimagining @clairese1980 @charliebradbury1104 @kitchenwitchsuperwhovian

@winchester-negan-one-shots @aprofoundbondwithdean

Day 2: Just a day in Hogwarts

Mouth bleeding and eye blackening, Steve still stood straight.

“What is the meaning of this?” Umbridge, officially the new headmaster, unofficially the most hated teacher of Hogwarts and probably an enchanted frog, arrived. Johann Schmidt, seventh year headboy of Slytherin, answered her without hesitance.

“Rogers lashed out and attacked me without any reason!”, he complained like a toddler. Well, that was expectable from him: his big mouth and mad moves only last as long as his safety.  

“LIAR!” Steve almost roared, and Peggy had to grab his arm to stop him from launching himself at Schmidt again, though she did let him go as soon as he seemed to stay in place. It wouldn’t end well for sure - no surprise, since the other boy was at least twice the size of Rogers, with more muscle mass, longer arms, and probably proper fighting practice.

Schmidt seemed to be unscratched. Naturally.

The curse Peggy used on him didn’t leave marks, and was delayed so it would effect him later, therefore no one will suspect her. ‘Because that’s how you deal with shit like this’, she wanted to lecture Steve, ‘not driving head first to the nearest wall’.

“He insulted Peggy and attacked her and tried to grab her… her…” He couldn’t seem to make himself say the word “breast” out loud, so he just blushed even more, despite his face being already red from the blood rushing in his veins because of the fight. “I stopped him”, he finished the report instead.

Technically, that was true. Schmidt was probably too amused by the feral (and totally ineffective) way Steve jumped at him to continue his attempts, so it worked. Typical Gryffindor behavior, if anyone asked Peggy. But she was kind of grateful for it, because the distraction gave her the opportunity to plant a few nasty charms and curses on Schmidt.

“And you thought getting into a muggle-style fist fight is proper behavior in Hogwarts?” Umbridge sing-songed, ignoring the start and only focusing on the part which gave her the opportunity to punish a Gryffindor student instead of one of her beloved Slytherin and  Inquisitorial Squad member.

Peggy wasn’t a Ravenclaw for nothing, so she understood her motivations pretty well. It still disgusted her, but it made her calculable. She usually also managed to count on the actions of the Squad members - this attack was the exception, or at least it seemed. And she definitely didn’t count with Steve, so here they were.

In the end, both she and Rogers got detention, and Schmidt walked away without any sort of consequence. Peggy just blinked a few times, nodded, and started to plan her revenge. Umbridge clearly knew nothing about the creativity of an insulted Ravenclaw student - well, she’ll find out sooner than later. And Schmidt - well, he was technically a dead man, he just didn’t know it yet.

But first of all…

“You know you are an idiot, right?”

… she had to deal with Steve.

“I know.” His smile was the sweetest one, bloody teeth and all. It shouldn’t have been nice, and yet it was. “I thought a little time would help you to make those creative spells you often use, and maybe I hoped I’ll get the punishment, not you”, he explained himself.

“My statement still stands.”

“I know”, he shrugged. “Wanna come with me to the kitchen? I betcha the elves will give us some pie if we tell them about this!”

“They will give us some anyway”, she sighed, and grabbed his hand.

anonymous asked:

So I just needed to share this idea I had with someone creative and so: Karate Instructor Derek. Like the pack don't know his day job and they follow him one day and they see their grump alpha helping 8 year olds break boards with the biggest smile and Stiles just melts and yeah

Can you just imagine though????

He probably brings them all treats for after class, and I’m not talking about sweets or candy but actual prizes. He prints out certificates and when someone does something well or manages to do something they couldn’t before he writes it down on the certificate and makes sure to give it to them at the end of the day and tell them what a good job they did. 

For the kids who tried really hard but couldn’t manage to do the stuff, he always makes certain to high five them and tell how awesome they are doing if they’re sad - which naturally Derek can sense with his wolfy nose - and lets them choose a prize from ‘Mr Hale’s Goodie Bag’.

When little Jack from his teeny bopper class shyly confesses he has a crush on him Derek smiles and in the nicest way tells Jack he’s maybe just a little too old for him but he’s glad Jack told him and that liking other boys is always okay and he can always come and talk to Derek about anything. 

When Lacy from his slightly older class comes in one day and tells Derek the only reason she’s there is because her parents work until late and can’t afford a babysitter and she really doesn’t like karate, Derek talks with her parents and tells them Lacy is welcome to come and sit in with him free of charge Monday - Friday. Every day Derek talks to Lacy about the stories she likes to write and starts bringing in gold stars so he can give her one every time she finishes a new story. 

No one ever fights in Derek’s class because Mr Hale’s disappointed face is devastating. No one ever likes to see Mr Hale sad, especially because he doesn’t have a mommy or daddy. They all found this out on Mr Hale’s birthday (because every single one of his classes are really nosy) but they guessed it was okay because he kept getting texts from someone called Mr Stiles all throughout the day and that seemed to make Mr Hale very happy and go all red in the face, like a tomato.

It’s not until Thanksgiving though the pack finds out what Derek does as a day job. A couple of the kids’ parents had to work on the holiday so Derek asked if he might throw them a little dinner. He got a big projector to watch movies on, a turkey and some mac and cheese for Jack who is a vegetarian and really loves pasta. The pack (or should we say Stiles and Erica) are really adamant they can’t have Thanksgiving dinner without Derek, so they track him down and once they do, well…Erica declares she is never going to let Derek live it down because he currently has paint on his face and is in the middle of telling some ridiculous story - complete with funny faces - when Erica and Stiles walk in. 

Stiles, on the other hand, is trying not to freak the fuck out because he just managed to talk himself into finally trying to get over Derek yesterday. So much for that plan, especially when a little girl pulls on Derek’s hand and points at Stiles and whispers (see: stage whispers) it’s the really pretty boy from Derek’s phone he always talks about. “Are you dating Mr Stiles? Are you going to let us meet your boyfriend? Are you going to kiss him at Christmas???”  

All the while Derek is blushing like mad and doing his best not to frown because he loves these kids and he really works hard at keeping a smile on his face for them. 

(Not that he has to try hard for long. Not when Stiles comes over and takes Derek’s hand, waggling his eyebrows, says, “gee, I don’t know, if Mr Hale gives me some pie I could be persuaded to go out with him”. Naturally, the kids all offer Stiles their slice of pie on behalf of Mr Hale because they all want Mr Hale to be really, really happy and have tons of babies and puppies with Mr Stiles because then Mr Hale will be happy always and they’ll all get to hold the babies and pet the puppies and be happy always too.)

a little farmers market thing

The op of this post said i could write something based on their headcanon so here it is.

ETA: now jaradel and I are co-writing this verse, over at AO3!


How he can wear flannel in this weather is anyone’s guess.

But Bitty doesn’t mind the way he sweats as he moves carts of ripe tomatoes and bulbous squashes from truck to table. A bead glistens at his forehead, slides down the slope of his nose to linger on the tip of his chin. His arms stretch taut, muscles bunched, around the crates as he hefts them. The mop of dark hair above his eyebrows is damp, misshapen from the press of his baseball cap, discarded at the side of the register. As Bitty watches, a tuft of bangs becomes unmoored from where he’s combed it aside and flops down almost to his eyes. He doesn’t move to dislodge it. Bitty itches to cross the aisle and slide in behind the Zimmermann Farms table, lift one hand and brush it out of the way without a single word.

He bites his lip and looks down at his own table. Really, he should be rearranging the scones or sorting the loaves or something, but every single week, as this “Mr. Zimmermann” (Bitty has no idea of his first name) unloads his wares, Bitty’s reduced to a staring, flushing mess. Nobody ought to look like that. Nobody especially ought to look like that when they’re toting vegetables. It almost makes Bitty want to eat a healthy diet. Or grow green beans. Or something, some excuse to have a conversation with this square-jawed, droopy-eyed farmer who, when he smiles at a customer, makes Bitty’s toes curl up in his sandals. Maybe he should pick up some rhubarb for a pie.

Yes, rhubarb… and it’s a little early in the season for pumpkins, but when fall rolls around maybe he’ll have pumpkins and … and oh dear Bitty is staring isn’t he.

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Guess the Pie Win a Fic!!!

Hey guys! So for the 100 followers and the fact that I’m feeling better and am happy I think we should play a game!

Here’s how the game works: The first person to guess the name of the pie pictured below will win a one-shot of their choice from me. That means if there’s something you’ve always wanted me to write I will write it for you or if you don’t have one in mind I can make it up. But I think it should be something that you want. That’s it, simple right?

Here are the only rules: To be fair and to insure that there are no multiple entries, please no anons and send all guesses to my my ask box.

Since this also isn’t a traditional pie either, though it is for me, I’ll give you guys some hints.

1. This pie was introduced by a small cultural/religious group who immigrated to America looking for freedom of worship to escape the confines of their countries in the early 18th century.

2. This pie is often made with chocolate, but like some I prefer it without the added sweetness.

3. It is a sweet pie that can be made both wet and dry in texture depending on the bakers preference and is also acceptable as a breakfast food.

Happy Guessing!!!

“Our Future.”

Author: @Dean-Dream-Imagines

A/N: Enjoy and let me know if sequels are wanted. 😃

Word Count: 1,000+

Warnings: No smut. Pregnancy.



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Lyrics by Deansass


Feels don’t fail me now
Take me to the final line
Oh my heart it breaks every fic that I read
But I’m hoping at the end
that they will all be fine

Scrolling down this johnlock fic
Is it by mistake or design?
That I feel so alone on a Friday night
So I go watch TV shows
I know will make me cry

‘Cause like I told you writers

Don’t make me sad
Don’t me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the plot gets tough I don’t know why

Keep making me laugh
Give dean some pie
The story’s long they carry on try to solve crimes in the mean time

Go take a walk on the wild side
Kiss really hard in the pouring rain
You like your fans insane

Choose your last words this isn’t the last time
That all of you… are going to die.

Lost but now they are found,
They can see but once they were blind

Dean was so abused as a little child
Sherlock tried to work his mind,
Scared that he couldn’t find
All the answers honey

Don’t make me sad
Don’t me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the plot gets tough I don’t know why

Keep making me laugh
Give dean some pie
The story’s long they carry on try to solve crimes in the mean time

Go take a walk on the wild side
Kiss really hard in the pouring rain
You like your fans insane

Choose your last words this isn’t the last time
That all of you… are going to die.

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