mom for breakfast!

My mom visited a Sherlock Cafe -- Jealousy ensues

Okay so– my mom (who is a pretty big BBC Sherlock fan even though she tries to stay low-key about it) is in China right now for work purposes and she happened upon a BBC Sherlock cafe and I just??

What –


Holy shit?? She sent me so many photos of the place and I am in LITERAL agony

LOTS more under the cut because ho boy….there is a lot. 

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she just called me, STILL FURIOUS, and told me how she was getting her hair did and her hair lady was talking shit w/ another customer about how trans people are ~so much~ wanting to ~use public restrooms~ like they’re ~human beings~ or something

and my mom

my fucking mom

tells her transphobe hairdresser that she doesn’t want to hear this shit, that this woman needs to be more mindful of who her potential customers might be, that she has no right to be saying shit like this when it’s something that real people have to struggle with every fucking day, and that she (my mom) is leaving

my mom leaves without even getting her damn hair dried

and transphobic hairdresser tries to say “I don’t have a problem with it I just don’t want it shoved down my throat” and my mom goes “well I don’t want your opinions shoved down my throat” and LEAVES.

and while she’s telling me this story I, an emotional gay, also start crying, because I knew my mom cared but I didn’t know she cared that much, and I told her how great it was that she did that when I have trans friends whose own parents wouldn’t have done that, and she goes “I know! And all I could think about were the kids who have to deal with this every day and how angry it made me that these baboons were talking about them like that!” and then I sobbed

tl;dr my mom eats transphobes for breakfast 

“I realised something,” she says in quiet disbelief.

“What’s that?” Her best friend asks in reply.

“Home isn’t four walls and a roof. It isn’t two hands and a heartbeat. It’s all of that and none of it.”

Her friend frowns, “Explain.”

“Home is the sound of your best friend’s laughter at three o'clock in the morning after she’s been crying since midnight. Home is riding in the car with the windows down in the middle of the day during autumn. Home is your favourite song, your favourite book. Home is seeing your mom cooking breakfast in her pjs after you’ve stayed up all night talking. Home is when you see your brother finally make that homerun even if you don’t care for sports. Home is the little things; the things you might not remember a year from then, but they matter. They’re the most important moments because when they all come together under a roof filled with terrible singing and laughing and food, you know in your heart you don’t want to be anywhere else.”

—  adrian d epps // Home

stormybisexual  asked:

more shitty wolf 359 theater aus pls

this is more of the same au I think,

  • Fourier and Hui are playing Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. it would work a lot better except that now the only people onstage who Lovelace/Hamlet seems to get along with are these two and gertrude.
  • Eiffel is not allowed to hotbox the lighting booth again.
  • this does not mean that Jacobi and Maxwell are allowed to hotbox the lighting booth either.
  • Maxwell is not allowed to give Hera weed again, period.
  • Eiffel is not allowed to duct tape Hamlet’s sword to a roomba again.
  • everybody’s pretty sure those donuts Hilbert brought last week are what made everyone sick but so far only Lovelace and Eiffel have openly accused him of it.
  • anyone who makes a High School Musical joke about Lovelace dies.
  • “I’m just saying, Isabel, you should maybe look a little conflicted about stabbing Warren to death. Can you give me a little? Maybe?
  • on the last night of rehearsals Lovelace picks up Eiffel, Minkowski, Hilbert, and Hera in her family’s pickup truck and they stop at costco to pick up some stuff to sell for concessions. there aren’t enough seats so Eiffel is sitting in the truck bed. Lovelace gets into an argument with Minkowski over who gets the aux cord and pulls out of the parking lot so quickly that Eiffel and the snacks fall out of the truck. he spends the next three hours forlornly wandering through costco, trying to get enough of a signal to reach literally anyone else. by the time he manages to text Kepler and they pick him up he has eaten all of the snacks.
  • “why does no one here respect me?” Minkowski asks the ceiling while lying flat on her back in the front row of the auditorium.
  • “because you’re the only straight person in the drama department,” Jacobi says, throwing pringles at her from onstage.
  • Fisher is the only techie who shows up regularly, and then he trips over a prop backstage and breaks his leg. Eiffel insists on holding a fake memorial service for him at the next rehearsal.
  • after shows the cast performs the ancient high school theatre tradition of midnight trips to 24 hour breakfast restaurants. they go to IHOP. they are kicked out of IHOP for fistfighting. and because somehow Jacobi set a tablecloth on fire.
  • Kepler pitches Sweeney Todd as the yearly musical. “I’ll be able to sleep better at night after watching all of you die horribly,” he tells everyone.
The Nanny

A/N: I know, a new series. But I just needed a new idea. Anyways this is the first part to what I’m hoping to be a 6 part series. Let me know what you guys think

Word count: 2,000 something words

Warnings: Mentions of a house fire, minor death not graphic

“Looking for a full time Nanny. Must be able to work late and be able to take care of both a kid and a dog. I am willing to provide a room for you to sleep in. In interested please Email me your resume at

Thank you,
J. Barnes”

As you read what seemed like the millionth job ad, you copied the listed email address into the empty email box.

Dear Mr. Barnes,
Below I have attached my resume. I hope I am a good fit for what you are looking for. My hours are flexible and I love dogs almost as much as I love kids.


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Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby.

So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)

The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it. —————————————————-

Morning, pup. Picking you up.

You nearly jumped from your bed when you saw Reggie’s text fifteen minutes ago. You need to get ready and you need to do it fast because God forbid you make Reggie wait. Reggie Mantle never waits.

After the quickest shower of your life you quickly ran to the kitchen where you saw your mom preparing your breakfast and … a packed lunch? Jesus Christ.

“Uh, mom. What’s this?”

“Your lunch.” she muttered simply as if she wasn’t murdering her daughter’s social life. 

“I’m a senior.”

“I’m your mom. And you know, I don’t want you eating those trash your cafeteria calls food.” she said handing out the bag to you. “And i’m still creating your lunch until you graduate, sweetie, so get used to it.

“But mooom” You were cut off when you heard two familiar honks from outside. You give your mom a pleading look.

“(Y/N) you are not leaving this house without your lunch.” Clerly, it didn’t work.


Another two successive honks.

“Fine! Fine!” you quickly shoved the paper bag in your backpack before giving your mom a peck on the cheeks.

“Love ya! Tell Reggie I said hi!” your mom screamed which you responded with a flying kiss directed to her general direction.

“Hey Reg.” You greeted as you went inside Reggie’s car. “Do me a favor and eat this.”

“Oooh, is this your packed lunch, pup?”

“I will murder your sorry–”

“Okay, I get it.” Reggie cut you off, taking the sandwich from the bag and giving it one huge bite. “Good morning to me.” Reggie moaned in delight. “Thank you mama (Y/L/N).”

“Just drive, you moron.” you chuckled.

Your eyes ran around the buildings they passed through when you heard a buzz from Reggie’s phone that was situated in a small compartment between you two.

“(Y/N/N), can you read that for me.”

“That’s probably from Geraldine.” you deadpanned which, in your language, is a no.


“I do not want to see another picture of a naked woman at 8 o'clock, Reg. It’s too early for that shit.”

Reggie barked out a laugh. “Well, it’s either that or risking an accident, pup. And may I remind you that it was you who kept reminding me that I should never text and drive.”

Anybody who wasn’t Reggie would’ve been ready to cower at your stare but this was Reggie  were talking about. The Reggie that has been the subject of this stare since you were five so it was like an ant bite for him.

“I created a monster.” you sighed.

“Shut up you know you love me.”

“And so does Sandra,” you said as you read another gruesome text from another one night stand. “Thanking you for a wonderful night– nope scratch that, nights. With a photo where she is covered in very familiar sheets in a very familiar bedroom.”

“Well, i’m not Mantle the Magnificent for nothing.” Reggie gave you a wink. “And I thought she was Sarah.”

“You are nasty!” You punched Reggie in his arms which resulted to a (fake) protest from Reggie. They both knew even if you punched him in full of force it would barely tickle your 6 footer bestfriend. “I sleep on that bed, Reg, what the hell!”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N/N), You’re still the only girl in my life.” Reggie chuckled but not before giving you a wink. “And, I replace the sheets every time you sleepover so you can go back to loving me now.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Oh c'mon pup, i’m sorry?”

You looked away, knowing if Reggie pulled out the big guns, his puppy eyes, you wouldn’t be able to say no.

“Fine,” Reggie sighed. “I, Reggie Mantle, solemnly swear, that no other girl besides my darling (Y/N) will have the opportunity to sleep in my humble berth.”

(Y/N) smiled at your bestfriend. God, he is a moron.

You can love me now. Heey, heeeeey.” Reggie said, glancing every few seconds in your direction.

“Promise?” You meekly asked. Reggie smirked before offering his pinky. (Y/N) crossed their pinky’s together before pushing their fist and thumbs together, their childish yet unforgotten seal which was yet to be broken.

“Fine-fine, I love you again.”

“Thank God, whatever will I do if I hadn’t gained your affections, m'lady.”

“Crash and burn?” You offered.

“Probably.” You both laughed from the truth in your silly jokes.

“What should I reply?” You asked after a few seconds of silence.

“This is why I love you, pup.”


“Yo Reg!” Reggie heard the muffled shout of Moose as he got out of The car. Moose was together with some of his football buddies that were as intimidating as they looked. Reggie gave them a nod before opening the door for you.

“Sup man.” A couple of greetings were exchanged between Reggie and his teammates while you were hidden safely behind his back, as usual. Aside from when you are with Reggie or any of your carefully chosen friends, you rarely speak. A switch inside you named “everybody-is-a-waste-of-my-time” suddenly clicks and you just go mute which the whole world seems to translate as you being shy.

“Hey bud.” you heard a deep voice from you back. You gave Moose, Reggie’s bestfriend and one of your oldest friends a hug which was followed by Archie, another one of those who got Reggie’s favor when it comes to making sure you are protected from the hells of high school.

Being a silent loner has always had some disadvantages and Reggie always made sure to obliterate those disadvantages at sight, with the help of Archie and Moose from time to time.

“You coming to the game, (Y/N)?” Archie asked you even though you both already knew the answer. Reggie would not allow you to miss a single game of his.

“Yup, Reggie got me tickets.” You barely whispered but apparently it was loud enough for one of their other teammates to hear.

“Oooh nice. Cheer for me will ya?” An unfamiliar face suddenly spoke getting a little close to your personal space that was immediately stopped by Reggie, Archie, and Moose’s hands that automatically went out to protect their (Y/N).

“Watch it, newbie.” Moose warned as the boy raised his hands up.

“Boys,” You warned placing your hands in Reggie’s and Moose’s arms to stop them from making further damage.

“Was just try'na be friendly.” The newbie tried to defend himself.

“Well, start getting the memo. She’s off limits.” Reggie barked back. “Andrews, you got Geometry with (Y/N/N) right?”

“Yeah, yeah got it.” he said taking your book from your hands. “Let’s go bud.”

You nodded before giving Reggie a pat on the waist as a silent goodbye and a silent “please don’t murder the new kid”.

“See you later, pup.”


“Are you crazy?!” Smith nearly screamed at the freshman when Reggie went with Moose to talk to their coach about the new play. “You must have a death wish, I swear—“

“What? It’s not like I asked her–”

“You do not talk to (Y/N), ever. That’s like one of the ten commandments of this school!”

“What? Is she Mantle’s girl?”

“No, she’s more.” Smith scoffed. “Fuck with Mantle’s girls and he might give you a beating of your life but touch his (Y/N) and he’d probably murder you if you haven’t been chopped off by Cheryl first.”

“Who’s Cheryl?”

As if on cue, a black limo stopped in front of the gate of Riverdale high and out went it’s empress. Graceful and intimidating as ever, barely giving other people a glance.

“That’s Cheryl Blossom,” Smith said, almost dreamily which was worrying considering Cheryl looked like the kind of girl who would murder you if you breathed at her wrong. “She had a twin, Jason, but he was brutally murdered. Now all she has left is her money and (Y/N).”

“They’re sisters?” Smith looked at the newbie with an ‘are-you-fucking-kidding-me?‘ 

“Sorry, my bad. New kid.”

“Actually, nobody really knows. Just like Reggie, they have just been really close ever since.”

Cheryl sighed as she scanned her eyes for the familiar face of (Y/N) in the parking lot but it was proven fruitless. She, however caught Reggie and Moose on the way to the door.

“Mantle, where the hell is my dear (Y/N)?” She said as she went near his annoyingly tall figure.

Reggie could barely contain his groan when he heard her eerily high voice. “She’s not a toy Cheryl.”

“Of course not.” Cheryl said obviously missing the point Reggie was trying to make.

Reggie sighed. “She’s safe from you, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Listen here, dimwit –”

“She’s in her first subject with Arch, okay? Calm down.” Reggie said pushing the door open. “And for your information, she’s my (Y/N). It’s time you start learning that.”


I Give Up - part 26 (A Baekhyun Series) the

The bedroom door closed with a click and you were halfway out of the bed scrambling in much of the same way as Baekhyun had before he vanished through the bedroom door.

You tried to move as silently as possible and you found your clothes from yesterday on the bathroom floor. Hygiene be damned, this was an emergency.

You heard his voice through the door, much too close to where you sat with your heart in your throat on the edge of the bed.

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aeonian | bestfriend!au

adjective (adj.) [ae·o·ni·an] eternal; everlasting.

Originally posted by bangtan

pairing: jeongguk x reader

genre: a dozen ice cream tubs filled with fluff

words: 4.3K

synopsis: Jeongguk fell in love with you over the course of many years. But there were four specific events that made him fall for you more and more 

A/N: hi, guys. this will be my first one shot and i am quite proud of finally being able to finish one. any form of feedback is very much welcome & please give it a shot

In the course of 10 years, Jeongguk had managed to fall in love with you. But there were a few specific events that really made him really fall head over heels for you. Four events, to be exact.

If eleven-year-old Jeongguk had to describe the place he had moved to in one word, it would be quiet. Although Busan is quite known for being a big city with many skyscrapers decorating the skies and lights visible from miles away, the district he moved to was like a whole other world in. Located in the outskirts of Busan, the area could also be described as a serene place with few people filling up the wide streets. Even though the young boy was used to quite the opposite, he familiarized himself easily. Befriending neighboring kids and meeting new people went without complications. Jeongguk really was a shy kid, but for some reason he managed to get to know many kids and dared to get out of his shell.

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Imagine Jeff making himself at home in your house.

I gotta give credit where it’s due and thank @imaginesforanyonex​ for creating ‘Dating Jeff Atkins’ headcanons which spawned this idea :)

Originally posted by notsaintjames


Sweet, sweet Spring Break is the time when you’re meant to sleep in. Plan all day shenanigans with your friends, stay up late and then wake up even later without worrying about school. But unfortunately for you- you have an internal clock that deems it fit to wake you up at eight in the morning, no matter if you had spent all night riding around with friends in Tony’s Mustang before grabbing milkshakes at three in the morning.

Cursing the happily chirping birds as your eyes blink open, you roll over onto your back and kick off your blanket. You groggily get out of bed, smoothing down your bed head as you stumble out into the hall and into the bathroom. But in your current half-asleep state, your brain’s neglected to realize that the bathroom is currently occupied.

You don’t hear the shower running until it’s too late and your eyes widen at the sight of your very naked, very soapy boyfriend.

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Dating Jughead Jones Would Include...

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse

  • Spending nights at Pop’s
  • Nothing of PDA
  • Reggie flirting with you to piss him off
  • “Jug leave it, it’s not worth it”
  • Stealing his beanie 24/7
  • Helping him with the Jason Blossom murder
  • Movie nights at the Drive-in
  • Being much sarcastic as he is
  • Working with him and Betty for the Blue and Gold
  • Finding out he is homeless and telling him to stay with you and him declining but at the end you win the “fight” and he stays with you
  • Forehead kisses
  • A lot of kisses when you’re alone
  • Him being protective
  • Holding hands when you two are alone
  • Cuddling in your bed
  • Playing with his hair
  • Him trusting you about his family stuff
  • Always defending him from Reggie and his gang
  • Being friends with Betty, Veronica, Archie and Kevin
  • Sharing milkshakes
  • Your mom inviting him to breakfast
  • Him stealing your fries
  • Him walking you home

Lydia drags Stiles out of bed in the morning to drive her to school.

Cinnamon Toast Magick!

So I came up with this little spell idea this morning as my mom made cinnamon toast for breakfast. This recipe is known by a lot of people, but it so happens to be passed down to our family by my mom’s godmother.

So! To start you need:
-bread (white bread works best but use what you want)
- cinnamon
-brown sugar
- butter
- nutmeg is optional (this is my little add on hehe)
-rose quartz or clear quartz

So first of all I’d say have your quartz with you either on the counter or if you’re in the broom closet, like me, keep it in your pocket. It’s for helping you focus the energy into your dish

Now! This spell is for sweeting up a friendship or relationship and you can do it 2 ways and it all had to deal with the bread.
The bread is your foundation, if you want your friendship/relationship to stablize or be more firm toast your bread first.
If you want to soften up your friend or partner bc they’re being too distant or tough don’t toast your bread.
And of course make sure you focus on your intent through this entire cooking process! :)

Next! Butter your bread, you could always make it in the shape of a sigil too for bonus action, the oven heat will activate it.
The after your butter has been spread it’s time to add the cinnamon. This gives your spell a little extra kick and brings in prosperity. If it’s a romantic relationship perhaps even some more spicy love too.
Lastly, add your brown sugar! Add as much as you like or as sweet as you’d like to make the recipient.

Then pop in the oven on a baking sheet at 400 degrees ferinheit (or however you spell it -.-) and cook until the sugar melts up a good bit.
(Warning!!!! Soft bread will try to fall apart upon removal so be careful!)
Remove from oven, let cool a little and serve! Don’t forget to have a slice yourself! It takes 2 to tango after all!
Add nutmeg for extra something something to your spell if you want too! It’s also really good on the toast!