Okay but Ronan being super domestic just… super violently???
-Like calling up 300 Fox Way and saying “MAURA I NEED YOUR APPLE PIE RECIPE I’M GOING TO MAKE THE BEST GOD DAMN PIE YOU’VE EVER HAD”
-Or Skyping Adam and telling him about redecorating the living room or something and Adam’s quietly laughing because his terrifying boyfriend is talking about interior decor and Ronan sees and he’s just like “No, Adam, I don’t think you understand, I’m gonna redecorate the SHIT out of this room”
-Throwbacks to his street racing days by driving tractors really intensely
-“Yo Sargent are you and Gansey coming for Christmas I got this FUCKIN BADASS CHRISTMAS TREE I gotta show you”
-“OPAL STOP DICKING AROUND IM FOLDING LAUNDRY OVER HERE”
-“No Gansey I am most certainly not knitting a sweater you can shut your face…………….it’s a scarf”
-“HEY PARRISH GET YOUR ASS UP HERE THE VIEW’S FUCKIN BEAUTIFUL”
Bitty = Sweet, shy, self-effacing guy who shies away from physical contact.
Sailor Pie = Bold, fierce, fearless crusader for love and justice. Never runs from a real fight. (May swoonfaint pass out afterwards)
Two totally dissimilar individuals, linked by a similar physique and truly amazing pastry. Are they related? Is there a single genetic ancestor from the Pie Kingdom whose traits come out over and over again in his very different descendants? Or do people like that spontaneously occur throughout the population like psychic avatars of Pie, never crossing paths but nevertheless sharing moments of unnerving similarity? IT’S JUST SO CONFUSING GOSHDARNIT.
Scattered Stuff from temple of Isis and Serapis, Rome
The double temple was built originally in 43 BCE and repaired a couple of times during following centuries. Nowadays there is not much left of the the actual temple, but several artefacts have withstood the ravages of time. They are scattered here and there around the city though.
1. Vatican museum pine cone, originally from a fountain near the temple. 1st century CE. Peacock statues are believed to be from Hadrian’s mausoleum.
2. Cat statuette, Via della Gatta.
3. Madame Lucrezia, one of the talking statues of Rome. According to scholars statue depicts a priestess of Isis. Piazza San Marco.
4. A foot of God Serapis, Via del Pie Marmo.
5-6. Two Egyptian obelisks from temple. “Macuteo” stands now in front of Pantheon whereas Bernini’s elephant obelisk guards church of Santa Maria Sopra Minerva (actually the name should be “Sopra Isis”)
7. The temple was rebuilt during Domitian’s reign and a coin was issued to commemorate this. Rather interesting reverse side, since one can see what the temple looked like.
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
A/N: Can I just say, I suck at titles? All of them should be untitled lol. Hope you enjoy this, I’ve been working on it the last few days. Sorry for any errors. Oh and I’m not entirely sure Sam eats bacon, but for the sake of this story he does :D
Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Summary: Reader and Dean are struggling with their feelings.
Word Count: 1,618
Warnings: Language, tiny bit of angst
Standing in the hallway of the bunker you considered your options.
1. Tell Dean how you felt. 2. Leave and never come back.
The second was more appealing, you didn’t face rejection, you didn’t want to make things weird between you. But it also meant you would never see him again. The first terrified you. Each time you thought of telling Dean how far gone you were it made you want to weep. You thought you were tougher than that. You hated to cry, thinking it showed weakness. Rolling your eyes at yourself you headed to the library. Things had been calm the last few weeks, just the occasional demon or vampire nest causing trouble.
Sitting down with a book from your personal collection you dove into a world not your own. It had been awhile since you read it, but it being a childhood favorite you couldn’t help but crack it open every now and then.