let's eat grilled cheese

The curse breaks and Henry Mill’s phone explodes with 600 missed calls from Storybrooke…

*Photos of Emma and Killian planning the nursery. Pirate themed of course.

*Ultrasound photos

*Killian complaining how Emma’s hormones kicked him out of the house and he is living on the Jolly.

*How that lasted 2 hours before Emma’s hormones made her cry and beg Killian home and he went running

*More ultrasound pictures

*Baby announcement photos on the Jolly with gender reveal

*Emma and Killian adopted a puppy because Killian found it by the docks and felt bad. His name is Bosun and hes a giant Labrador.

*Emma complaining that Killian is over protective and wont let her eat Grilled Cheese.

*Emma crying because she loves her over protective husband too much.

*Photos of Killian reading Henry’s OUAT book to Emma’s belly.

*Newborn baby photos with Emma, Killian, Snowing, Prince Neal

*Baby photos of the baby in a little pirate outfit (or 20)

*Baby’s first outing on the Jolly Roger photos and stories

…LETS GO PEOPLE. WE HAVE SO MANY FANFICS TO WRITE NOW!!

  • Five minutes after I bring fresh bread home from the bakery: THIS BREAD IS FIT FOR THE GODS. BEHOLD, MIGHTY ZEUS, THE TUNA PANINI I FORGED FOR YOU UPON MY TABLETOP GEORGE FOREMAN GRILL
  • The day after I bring fresh bread home from the bakery: what is this hard lump of garbage I mean I wouldn't even let Pol Pot eat a grilled cheese I made out of this if I even had a knife sharp enough to slice it

anonymous asked:

Let the boy indulge in what he wants! If he wants to eat his grilled cheese let him eat it! He'll just have to deal with the aftermath of that later.

meowdoglover  asked:

Hello! Just found your blog and I love it, especially that cinnamon roll ask! May I ask how the allies would react to waking up to their s/o mumbling in their sleep "Go away, that's my grilled cheese Satan."?

“Go away, that’s my grilled cheese, Satan…”

2p America: “Calm down, baby, you can have your grilled cheese. Satan’s got no problems with that, doll…”

2p England: “Now now, poppet, there are far more nutritional and flavourful foods in the world. Don’t dream of something so…“ shudder “…bland.”

2p China: “Shit, babe, now I really have the munchies… Wait, you can get grilled cheeses in hell? Fuckin’ neat.”

2p France: “Shh, eat your damn grilled cheese… Just let me sleep… Ughhhh, it’s Satan’s naptime, now shush.”

2p Russia: “Call me Satan all you want, but dream-me will prevent dream-you from ingesting that abomination.”

2p Canada: “Nah, I’m good. Make another one…” he’s still half-asleep. he thinks your conversation is real.

2p North Italy: “What, is dream-me so distasteful that I’d opt to eat that?” mumble mumble mumble “Luci shhhhhh I’m sleepy”

2p Germany: “Baaaaaaabe, I’d fucking kill for a grilled cheese right now. Wanna make 3am grilled cheeses? Please? Can we?”

2p Japan: “I will watch you burn. Your days are numbered… What, have I still not given you that grilled cheese?”

2p South Italy: “Mmm-mmm. Nope. I praise,” gestures to the sky, “the lord, sweetie, and ew. Grilled cheeses.”

2p Prussia: “Your dreams sound pretty cool. And somehow I get to be part, even if I am Satan…” blushblushblush

2p Austria: g a s p “Why thank you, you delightful little angel! At last, the dark lord has come to take this vessel as his own- “ “I’m trying to sleeeeep.”