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Fandom: Doctor Who Pairings: Tenth Doctor x reader, Eleventh Doctor x reader Genres: mild angst, regeneration, platonic fluff Words: 1.640 Summary: Reader forms a friendship with Tenth Doctor after he visits her bakery a few times. After a while of not seeing him, an oddly familiar-looking man appears, which she later finds out it’s Eleventh Doctor - requested by Anonymous
On cold and rainy saturdays, the marauders would lock themselves in their dorm and make a giant fort using all their beds and which Remus would hold up with magic. They would sit in their cosy lil fort and talk about their next pranks and eat food Peter got from the kitchens.
When Sirius first started developing feelings for Remus he told James straight away because he knew out of everyone he knew, James would be the one who wouldn’t laugh but help him figure out if Remus feels the same.
Peter would learn from James and his kitchen stealing techniques. Whenever there was a marauders meeting, Peter would go to the kitchens and bring them all loads of snacks.
Remus would have a tendency to say inappropriate things at inappropriate times and every time the marauders would go into fits of laughter while Remus would just smirk.
If anyoene was every bullying Peter, the other three boys would defend him straight up, no questions asked. One time in potions Snape made some crude remard about Peter and Sirius, Remus and James stood up so fast that Snape knocked over his cauldron from fright.
When Sirius ran away from home he literally had no money so Remus started a ‘fund jar’ for Sirius where they would each take turns to split pocket money and put half of it in the jar for Sirius. Sirius totally teared up when they told him this but we don’t talk about that
name is ARASHI SELACS. From a young age, your lusus has trained you to be a
SKILLED HUNTER and helped you hone your speed and strength. Your THREE SWORD
STYLE, while not wholly original, is nearly unmatched, and you would aspire to
join the ranks of Alternia’s most feared bounty hunters, the KATANANNIHILATORS,
if it weren’t for their lame stipulation about using one sword. Thanks to
hunting with your custodian, you have acquired a taste for MALE TROLL MEAT,
especially those of a higher blood caste than yourself. While eating others
vindicates your strength and skill as a hunter and proves your worth despite
your low blood, is also affords you plenty of practice in the CULINARY
PREPARATION OF YOUR PREY. You are sort of a wiz in the kitchen, with several
cooking techniques all but mastered, but oven roasting is your specialty.
But of course you’d never cook your friends, that’s just not your style, but
you will joke about it now and then. To you, battles are a gamble of life and
death where if you win, you EAT THE LOSER… and while your own thoughts have
often strayed to writhing in the oven yourself, only someone who truly
dominates you can claim you as their dinner. Of course, if that did happen, you
would be safe, since your INNATE ABILITY allows you to escape your dying body
and regenerate a new one, within the span of your natural Longevity, extended
as it may be due to your diet.
Despite all the hunting and cannibalism, as a low blood, you can be very
FRIENDLY AND SOCIABLE. You have made some pretty good friends as of late, and
you would help or defend them to the death if you had to. You also have alot of
greatly varying interests, including ACTION BASED ORIENTAL ANIMATION, usually
pertaining to SEA FAIRING ADVENTURERS SAILING UNDER THEIR WICKER-HATTED LEADER,
TEENAGE FEUDAL ASSASSINS, REPLACEMENT FARRIERS OF THE AFTERLIFE and the like.
You also participate in quite alot of TEXTUAL ROLEPLAY, but a bad past
experience has caused you to lose all interest in the more EXTREME VARIETY. You
are normally pretty mellow, if a bit snarky, and while even you have your
boiling point, you usually bottle things up and block them out using the SWEET
TUNES you always carry around with you on your APPLEBERRY iCOMB. You’re also
not very good at reading other’s emotions, which causes you to ineptly blurt
out things that may offend someone without thinking.
Your trolltag is gourmetOtaku and your use of punns
and half-baked vernnacular cann brinng ovenn the most steadfast troll to their
boilinng poinnt at times.
For @hashtag-eruri because I think your heart deserves a break from all the angst - Here’s some fluff (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡
Erwin doesn’t cook. Even before he lost his arm seeing him in
the kitchen was as rare a sight as a Titan reciting poetry.
He was always much more at home sat at his desk than in front of
a hot stove, more suited to commanding a legion of soldiers than whisking egg
yolks or sautéing vegetables.
Levi was never much of a cook either. Food was simply vital for
survival. Things like taste, presentation or quality ingredients weren’t
important when you hadn’t eaten for three days.
But now that they’re no longer in the Survey Corps, the war
having been won years ago, they were forced to learn to cook or live off bread
and cheese for the rest of their lives.
Erwin now has a lifelong exemption from cooking duty. The vast
majority of kitchen tools and techniques require two hands, after all. As much
as Levi likes to complain, he really doesn’t mind too much that he is the one
who cooks every evening. Not when he is rewarded with a gentle smile every time
Erwin has the first taste, even for something as simple as vegetable soup.
Guiding you through why the Great British Bake Off is great
Nom nom nom
Thursday night. 8pm. Lights off. Dinner eaten. TV on. The
familiar sound of a melodramatic string section oozes through the speakers. It is time and you are ready for contestant meltdowns,
amusing narrative and unparalleled baking magnificence.
I’m sure anyone who doesn’t watch this show probably doesn’t
understand why it is so revered. Nor just how it keeps going season after
season with the fuck-with-me-and-you-die baking goddess that is Mary Berry, and
the starving-artist mentality of bread Fuehrer, Paul Hollywood.
Well, I’m here to shed light on this for you. I’m going to
break down the 10 reasons why Mary & Paul and, of course, hosts Mel and Sue are still raising their bake-off game 6 seasons in.
1. It’s about food
Obviously, food porn is the best. Who doesn’t love
salivating over the most glorious Victoria sponge or perfectly formed quiche
(minus soggy bottoms).
It’s all very exciting. Who knew watching a cake LITERALLY RISE would make such good television.
2. The sheer skillz
Don’t deny it. Whenever you’ve watched a contestant make a
10-foot tall croquembouche or has multi-tasked several incredibly difficult
kitchen techniques at once, you are deeply impressed.
3. Sue and Mel’s hosting prowess
They are one of television’s ultimate comedy duos. So funny,
never taking themselves seriously and are always on the side of the contestant.
4. The passion
When a pie falls flat or Paul Hollywood spits venom at
whoever ‘forced’ him to eat their monstrosity of a bake you can tell that their
pain is real. Have you ever seen a grown man cry over cake? No? Neither had I
til I watched bake-off.
5. Mary Berry
She’s the original home-baker. Mary was Delia Smith BEFORE
Delia. She’s spent years perfecting her egg custard tarts and mince pies. She’s
fair, firm and absolutely fucking delighted when a contestant puts alcohol in
6. Paul Hollywood
Paul is the Simon Cowell of the baking world. Piss this man
off and he will hold it against you forever. There’s always that dreaded scene
in every season when he accosts the meekest contestant with “what do you mean
you didn’t follow my recipe!?” You can actually feel his rage radiate through
7. Sue’s one-liners
Hilarious and relevant to the episode’s technical challenge?
Yes and yes.
8. The occasional and bizarre miming
Sort of a cross between window cleaning and a boob grope. You can see they’re trying to sell it to the audience, i’m not sure if it’s working.
When it all goes to shit and the contestant has either arty
facial hair or wears a hat, the results are not pretty.
10. The LURVE
It’s so mad that even after all these years, there’s a nice
competitive streak. The contestants all seem genuinely upset if one of their
number leaves. It’s a contest but it’s a very British contest, where a bunch of
people can express their unashamed enthusiasm for different types of baked good without losing sight of the real goal…….to get off their faces on sugar.