like a stove


Fluffy comic, a little make up from breaking your heart on this post

「Winter - Snow」
Even the coldest winter snow melts away in our hearts warmth’s (σ・ω・)σ <3
Haikyuu!! © Haruichi Furudate

Also did Daisuga day fall on January 2nd or December 12th I’m confused ;__;a

Okay so I’ve seen a lot of fanart and fics where aged up Lance has scars on his skin, and man do I dig that aesthetic, but what if it’s the opposite? What if healing pods not only repair injuries to the point where there’s no scarring, but they also repair old damage? Like, say, regenerating tissues and cells to the point where the whole body is like brand new.

The scar that Lance’s sister gave him when he was four? Gone. The old burn he had when he was twelve and touched the stove? Like it was never there in the first place. And siblings fight, and Lance has a lot of siblings, so he’s bound to have many “battle” scars, but they’re wiped away, one by one  — like they were never there, like his past with his family never happened.

So maybe at some point, when he only has so many scars left, Lance starts fearing taking an injury, not because of pain and blood, but because that means another trip to a healing pod. Another mark of his past, proof that he really is a boy from Cuba, washed away like ocean foam. Maybe at some point, even if the injury is severe enough to warrant a visit to the pods, but not quite severe enough that it’d keep Lance from piloting Blue, he denies Coran when he suggests he visit the infirmary. Maybe he wants to heal naturally, welcoming new scars to join the old ones.

Maybe he learns to accept it, maybe he doesn’t. Maybe the birthmark on his hip is one day wiped away, replaced by unblemished tanned skin, and maybe Lance stays up till two crying because there’s so little left of who he used to be. What’s left of him that hasn’t been stomped on by parades of war and sullied with blood, tears and duty?

And maybe, when years have passed and the universe is finally well off that they can return home for a few vargas, maybe… Maybe Lance still looks the same.

Maybe all his visits to the healing pods; being exposed to their magic and quintessence has regenerated him to the point where he still looks exactly the same as he did when they snuck out of the Garrison that one oh so fateful night. Maybe it’s been two years, maybe it’s been ten, but the Paladins all look the same, to the dot, like they’re untouched by time. But Lance’s family doesn’t. His little sister, who used to only reach Lance’s hip, all pigtails and freckles, maybe she’s now tall enough to reach his chest and better at math than Lance will ever be. Maybe she has new scars Lance has never seen or kissed away.

Maybe his mom has worry lines and grey hairs Lance knows she didn’t have when he last saw her, and maybe she talks less than he remembers. Maybe she has to pinch herself when she first sees her son after however many years, because he hasn’t changed a bit. Maybe she breaks into tears at the sight of him, and her hug is just as warm and three times as tight as Lance remembers.

Maybe his siblings give him a new scar to cherish before there’s another planet, another crisis that needs Voltron.

hamilton characters as things i have said irl
  • alexander hamilton: NO I'M NOT DONE TALKING FUCK YOU
  • john laurens: tiny turtle bro how are you?
  • lafayette: i like bread.
  • angelica schuyler: touch me again and i'll pour kool aid on your head
  • eliza schuyler: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM OH MY GOD
  • peggy schuyler: *loud sobbing to in the heights*
  • thomas jefferson: i only like the stove mac and cheese. the microwave kind can go fuck itself.
  • james madison: she's making me do homework on a FUCKING SICK DAY JFC
  • aaron burr: this is taking forever help me
  • maria reynolds: call me slut one more time and see what happens, bitch
  • philip hamilton: imma be over here dying if you need me
  • george washington: i can't figure out how to livestream, help

“We made love outdoors
Without a roof, I like most,
Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew 

 There was no world, no land, no god or heaven or earth outside of their two bodies naked and trembling in the act of love”

~ Roman Payne  

Erin Gilbert loves order. Her entire life has been based on following an intricate series of steps which would eventually lead to success, happiness and the life she always wanted.
So when Jillian Holtzmann blew into her life, Erin naturally was apprehensive. Holtzmann was brilliant, yet she chased ghosts with Abby over pursuing traditional career in business or academia. Holtzmann could create engineering marvels, but forgot basic things like turning the stove off and seat belts. Holtzmann could delicately tune a ghost busting trap, but couldn’t tell you where that same trap sent the ghosts it caught.
Holtzmann’s life wasn’t the pursuit of order, rather it was the summation of chaos.
But the more time Erin spent with Holtzmann, the more Erin saw an order appear in Holtzmann’s actions. Like how Holtzmann held her breath when performing a delicate repair, or how she could recite back everyone’s lunch order with perfection, or how she did something risky and/or silly in order to distract from an emotion that might be to hard to handle. The more Erin noticed these things, the more Erin Gilbert began to appreciate Holtzmanns chaos, because it seemed to match her own order perfectly. Erin was the logic, Holtzmann the vision. Erin was practical, Holtzmann the outlandish. Erin was the head that kept everything grounded, Holtzmann was the heart that sought the stars.
So when Jillian Holtzmann kissed Erin Gilbert for the first time, Erin realized that the only thing her order was ever missing, was a dose of chaos.

Fucking cartoons these days can’t just have a nice, simple fun-filled plot can they?? NOOOO they have to be full of SOUL PROPHECIES and ILLUMINATI TRIANGLES AND HAVE REALLY LONG HIATUS’ THAT MAKE ME DIE ON THE INSIDE.


Cubby house and playground at MacCready’s old homestead

I’ve had some inspiration through my current fanfic The Road Not Taken. In it, I have MacCready return to his old homestead back in the Capital Wasteland to retrieve Duncan and to help out for a bit after they took care of his son whilst he was in the Commonwealth. I created a new settlement just outside County Crossing - close enough that it looks like they are one settlement and am in the process of building a reasonable size homestead to reflect parts of my story.  I wanted to build a cubby house (and school) for the children who live there. This is only part of larger WIP build. I’m trying to make my settlements as lore friendly as possible. I’ve scaled down parts of the building to make a ‘smaller house’ as well as furniture and items like beds, chairs, stove tops and prams to make miniture versions of household stuff for the kids.

no offense to any of you but it takes my stove like way too fucking long to boil water and i’m not naming names but tjats probably bc it’s like 50 years old

aesthetic toast, what i really need in life

anonymous asked:

what did you do?? Brownies are so easy?? Send picks lemme see where you went wrong. how did you do this. it ok im not mad I just want to help you salvage this.

I just??? Overbaked them? I don’t know, for some reason, I didn’t think they were done and then when I took them out they were overdone?

I guess I got hung up on the “toothpick test” because it never came out clean. Maybe my Toothpick Test Technique™ leaves something to be desired.

Keep in mind my parents both constantly overcook and overbake things. I have ingested,, so much charcoal,,,, and I am just generally Not Good at anything involving a heat source. 

anytime I cook anything on the stove at home I think of that “benihana up in this bitch” meme w the sardines like…on the convection stove

Tagged by : @3431jessica, thank you.

Name: Fulvio
Nicknames: Sapo\Mateko
Zodiac sign: Aquarius
Height: 167 cm or 5′5
Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: Italian
Favorite fruit: Apple
Favorite season: Autumn
Favorite book: I don’t read much…EXCEPT FOR FANFICTIONS XD ;)
Favorite flower: Uh…I never cared about flowers tbh
Favorite scent: I like every scent who’s not too sweet or “powerful”
Favorite color: Gold\Amber
Favorite animal: Panda….that was obvious.
Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: None of them.
Average sleep hours: 12. (I know, I need to sleep more, I’m trying.)
Cat or dog person: Dog.
Favorite fictional character: Po, Tigress every KFP character XD
Number of blankets you sleep with: One, I easily go on fire. I swear I’m like some sort of stove.
Blog created: April 19, 2016. Thanks for asking it. I needed to look for it now I need to save it somewhere. 1 month for my first anniversary here!
Number of followers: 192

Tag? Well…I saw the majority of my friends getting tagged so I won’t tag anyone.  

“He’s horrible.“
"But effective. Being angry at Kaz for being ruthless is like being angry at a stove for being hot.”
Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

shirokou  asked:

I have too many feelings about Steve and Violet. Who does she love second to Steve when they finally go home? I bet it's Sam. Steve talks about Sam (and Bucky and Natasha) all the time but "Sam" is a word she recognizes instantly and once she knows "Sam" she bounds over to him and covers him in friendly sniffs and licks him and Bucky's laughing and Natasha's taking a picture and Steve's just so HAPPY TO BE HOME and VIOLET IS HAPPY TO BE HOME and EVERYBODY IS HAPPY AND NOTHING HURTS.


It’s definitely Sam. Not to give too much of the plot away, but the first person Violet is going to meet is going to be Natasha. But you know that Violet will love Sam immediately. She sees Sam and all of a sudden she’s like “Stove who :/” so tbh she’s like all of us.