lets-make-a-toast

ℒᴇᴛ's ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴀsᴛ

B o r e d 

“Oi, Shit Stain, I’m headin` back over ta Hueco Mundo ta get my stuff.

– since ya`know, I’m movin` in an` stuff

.. I’ll be back in a few days.”

Without the company of a certain Espada, Haru lounged lazily within his now dead-silent office. Goddammit, Grimmjow. With documents all completed, the third-seat was left with absolutely nothing to do as he had nowhere to go and nobody to talk to. Picking up his brush, the silverette placed down an empty sheet of white paper, beginning to doodle; only to find himself drawing stick figures with hair that resembled Grimmjow’s.

“Heh.” he snickered, leaning in as he worked his best to put the u g l i e s t illustrations of a visage upon the stick figure. “Maybe I’ll go give these to Ranni.”

Placing his brush down, the tip hovered over the ink pad, he slumped back in his chair, the silence never seeming to succumb into obnoxious arguing as Haru had hoped it would. Maybe I’ll go take a visit to Hina — 

Haru-kun,

Hirako-taichou and I are leaving on patrol for a few days. Please take care of yourself and your paperwork!

Right. She was gone too. 

            Maybe I will take these to Rangiku. 

Pushing his chair back as he stood up, he grabbed the papers with a drawn portrait of Grimmjow; a slight laughter resonating through parted lips before tucking them within his Shihakusho. “She’ll love these.” Waltzing out of his office, he made his way down towards the Tenth Division barracks, where a certain `drinking buddy` of his resided.

Arriving before Rangiku’s office, Haru lifted his hand as he gave a few swift knocks against the wood-framed door, hoping that she was in there.

“RAAAAAAAAAANGIKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.” he called through the door.

Lets Make A Toast

Lets make a toast to never let our dreams die.

Lets make a toast to remember what we live by.

Today is gone but tomorrow we will realize that this journey of life has never been solidified.

Lets make a toast to always let our dreams ride. Never to return to a life left behind.

Lets make a toast to rejoice in the newfound glory of success as we reach for the diploma.

Tomorrow is here and our dreams stand true but the path you pave will depict what you do and if your dreams will ever come true.

anonymous asked:

Most everyone calling Calvin out barely if at all know what feminism and sexism are. They only use it because of Taylor.

Exactly. And it annoys me so much. But let me make my toasts for me and dad cause I cook too. 

anonymous asked:

for the stereotype thing: vegemite on ya toast

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Yes

BUT YOU ALL HECK IT UP OK

YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED TO TEACH YOU

YOU WILL NEED:

THE CREAMIEST BUTTER TO EVER EXIST
BREAD MADE FROM THE ASHES OF YOUR ENEMIES AND STARDUST (or, y’know, wheat)
A KNIFE WORTHY OF DECIMATING YOUR ENEMIES
SOME PUNK-ASS VEGEMITE AS BLACK AS MY SOUL

NOW LET’S SUMMON SAURON AND MAKE SOME VEGEMITE TOAST

STEP 1.

LIGHTLY TOAST YOUR CHEAP-ASS WHITE BREAD (or wholemeal if you’re feeling fancy)

IT’S GOTTA BE AS WHITE AS ME OK

STEP 2.

BUTTER THAT SHIT STRAIGHT AWAY THAT BUTTER BETTER MELT

STEP 3.

SEE THIS?

THIS IS HOW MUCH VEGEMITE YOU PUT ON OK

SMEAR THAT ALL OVER YOUR MELTED POOL OF DAIRY

VOILA

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PERFECT

anonymous asked:

Wait, you do like puns? And do you like dairy products? I think they make the world a butter place. I was gonna milk this pun for all it was worth, but that's all I've got. Let's make a lac-toast to it anyway, it was a decent attempt. And that's really the end, I don't have an-udder one! 🌻(same shoe pun anon✌)

Ur a blessing to this earth thank u

anonymous asked:

Mink keeps fiddling with the toaster settings and cant get it right- he gets angry and smashes aob toaster- aob toaster is in pain but wants to make mink the perfect toast- its hard and aober has to let his other toaster self do the toast making hoping that will work- it does not. that toaster is smashed- after long and tiring tribulations finally aobertoast makes minks bread the perfect cinnamon sugar toast- mink is happy but feels bad for aotoaster for hurting him. virus&trip break itwithsnake

I shed 1 tear