nor it looks good

okay hear me out: 

you know those photo series that are like “In The Running For The Next Spiderman/Young Han Solo/Bachelor/Prince Eric/Property Brother”

and it’s just like nine generically handsome brunet white men that might all be Henry Cavill or might all be Matt Bomer or might all be the photogenic runner guy from 2012 for all we know but it’s impossible to tell because they are just so generic?

and you know how nobody really remembers what Moist von Lipwig (slash Albert Spangler where applicable) actually looks like, they just remember the gold hat, or the glasses, or the bountiful ear hair?

what I want is an adaptation where Moist, whenever he’s being an anonymous face or The Man in the Golden Suit or Albert Spangler, is played by a series of generically handsome brunet white men who are swapped out shot-to-shot.

I like to think maybe Robbie has some strength to his frame from messing around with so many metal parts and dragging around giant canons and everything else he does that in a moment of emergency he just picks up Sportakook (bridal or over his shoulder, either way) and runs for dear life instead of Sportanerd grabbing him and everyone is confused and Sportacute is flustered because no one has carried him since he was a young babe and Robbie is confused as of why Sportaflop is so red and– yea… but

We need more Stronger-than-we-thought-he-was Robbie Rotten

Qualities of an Attractive Personality

Someone with an attractive personality:

1. Is warm and friendly towards others.

2. Is open and real

3. Knows their own strengths and weaknesses - and neither boasts nor puts themselves down.

4. Looks for the good in every situation, and is generally positive and optimistic.

5. Doesn’t gossip or pass on others’ secrets

6. Doesn’t gloat when things go wrong for others.

7. Is secure and has a healthy self–esteem; is not self-centred and narcissistic.

8. Is not highly critical or argumentative.

9. Is not possessive and jealous in relationships.

10. Makes time for the people they care about.

One of my favorite things in the World is seeing Wonwoo putting so much passion into his dancing, like yes my dude, work it, show them you’re not just a jukebox, show them your wiggles

20 Common Grammar Mistakes That (Almost) Everyone Makes

Who and Whom

This one opens a big can of worms. “Who” is a subjective — or nominative — pronoun, along with “he,” “she,” “it,” “we,” and “they.” It’s used when the pronoun acts as the subject of a clause. “Whom” is an objective pronoun, along with “him,” “her,” “it”, “us,” and “them.” It’s used when the pronoun acts as the object of a clause. Using “who” or “whom” depends on whether you’re referring to the subject or object of a sentence. When in doubt, substitute “who” with the subjective pronouns “he” or “she,” e.g., Who loves you? cf., He loves me.Similarly, you can also substitute “whom” with the objective pronouns “him” or “her.” e.g., I consulted an attorney whom I met in New York. cf., I consulted him.

Which and That

This is one of the most common mistakes out there, and understandably so. “That” is a restrictive pronoun. It’s vital to the noun to which it’s referring.  e.g., I don’t trust fruits and vegetables that aren’t organic. Here, I’m referring to all non-organic fruits or vegetables. In other words, I only trust fruits and vegetables that are organic. “Which” introduces a relative clause. It allows qualifiers that may not be essential. e.g., I recommend you eat only organic fruits and vegetables, which are available in area grocery stores. In this case, you don’t have to go to a specific grocery store to obtain organic fruits and vegetables. “Which” qualifies, “that” restricts. “Which” is more ambiguous however, and by virtue of its meaning is flexible enough to be used in many restrictive clauses. e.g., The house, which is burning, is mine. e.g., The house that is burning is mine.

Lay and Lie

This is the crown jewel of all grammatical errors. “Lay” is a transitive verb. It requires a direct subject and one or more objects. Its present tense is “lay” (e.g., I lay the pencil on the table) and its past tense is “laid” (e.g.,Yesterday I laid the pencil on the table). “Lie” is an intransitive verb. It needs no object. Its present tense is “lie” (e.g., The Andes mountains lie between Chile and Argentina) and its past tense is “lay” (e.g., The man lay waiting for an ambulance). The most common mistake occurs when the writer uses the past tense of the transitive “lay” (e.g., I laid on the bed) when he/she actually means the intransitive past tense of “lie" (e.g., I lay on the bed).


Contrary to common misuse, “moot” doesn’t imply something is superfluous. It means a subject is disputable or open to discussion. e.g., The idea that commercial zoning should be allowed in the residential neighborhood was a moot point for the council.

Continual and Continuous

They’re similar, but there’s a difference. “Continual” means something that’s always occurring, with obvious lapses in time. “Continuous” means something continues without any stops or gaps in between. e.g., The continual music next door made it the worst night of studying ever. e.g., Her continuous talking prevented him from concentrating.

Envy and Jealousy

The word “envy” implies a longing for someone else’s good fortunes. “Jealousy” is far more nefarious. It’s a fear of rivalry, often present in sexual situations. “Envy” is when you covet your friend’s good looks. “Jealousy” is what happens when your significant other swoons over your good-looking friend.


“Nor” expresses a negative condition. It literally means “and not.” You’re obligated to use the “nor” form if your sentence expresses a negative and follows it with another negative condition. “Neither the men nor the women were drunk” is a correct sentence because “nor” expresses that the women held the same negative condition as the men. The old rule is that “nor” typically follows “neither,” and “or” follows “either.” However, if neither “either” nor “neither” is used in a sentence, you should use “nor” to express a second negative, as long as the second negative is a verb. If the second negative is a noun, adjective, or adverb, you would use “or,” because the initial negative transfers to all conditions. e.g., He won’t eat broccoli or asparagus. The negative condition expressing the first noun (broccoli) is also used for the second (asparagus).

May and Might

“May” implies a possibility. “Might” implies far more uncertainty. “You may get drunk if you have two shots in ten minutes” implies a real possibility of drunkenness. “You might get a ticket if you operate a tug boat while drunk” implies a possibility that is far more remote. Someone who says “I may have more wine” could mean he/she doesn’t want more wine right now, or that he/she “might” not want any at all. Given the speaker’s indecision on the matter, “might” would be correct.

Whether and If

Many writers seem to assume that “whether” is interchangeable with “if.“ It isn’t. “Whether” expresses a condition where there are two or more alternatives. “If” expresses a condition where there are no alternatives. e.g., I don’t know whether I’ll get drunk tonight. e.g., I can get drunk tonight if I have money for booze.

Fewer and Less

“Less” is reserved for hypothetical quantities. “Few” and “fewer” are for things you can quantify. e.g., The firm has fewer than ten employees. e.g., The firm is less successful now that we have only ten employees.

Farther and Further

The word “farther” implies a measurable distance. “Further” should be reserved for abstract lengths you can’t always measure. e.g., I threw the ball ten feet farther than Bill. e.g., The financial crisis caused further implications.

Since and Because

“Since” refers to time. “Because” refers to causation. e.g., Since I quit drinking I’ve married and had two children. e.g., Because I quit drinking I no longer wake up in my own vomit.

Disinterested and Uninterested

Contrary to popular usage, these words aren’t synonymous. A “disinterested” person is someone who’s impartial. For example, a hedge fund manager might take interest in a headline regarding the performance of a popular stock, even if he’s never invested in it. He’s “disinterested,” i.e., he doesn’t seek to gain financially from the transaction he’s witnessed. Judges and referees are supposed to be "disinterested.” If the sentence you’re using implies someone who couldn’t care less, chances are you’ll want to use “uninterested.”


Unless you’re frightened of them, you shouldn’t say you’re “anxious to see your friends.” You’re actually “eager,” or “excited.” To be “anxious” implies a looming fear, dread or anxiety. It doesn’t mean you’re looking forward to something.

Different Than and Different From

This is a tough one. Words like “rather” and “faster” are comparative adjectives, and are used to show comparison with the preposition “than,” (e.g., greater than, less than, faster than, rather than). The adjective “different” is used to draw distinction. So, when “different” is followed by a  preposition, it should be “from,” similar to “separate from,” “distinct from,” or “away from.” e.g., My living situation in New York was different from home. There are rare cases where “different than” is appropriate, if “than” operates as a conjunction. e.g.,Development is different in New York than in Los Angeles. When in doubt, use “different from.”

Bring and Take

In order to employ proper usage of “bring” or “take,” the writer must know whether the object is being moved toward or away from the subject. If it is toward, use “bring.” If it is away, use “take.” Your spouse may tell you to “take your clothes to the cleaners.” The owner of the dry cleaners would say “bring your clothes to the cleaners.”


It isn’t a word. “Impact” can be used as a noun (e.g., The impact of the crash was severe) or a transitive verb (e.g., The crash impacted my ability to walk or hold a job). “Impactful” is a made-up buzzword, colligated by the modern marketing industry in their endless attempts to decode the innumerable nuances of human behavior into a string of mindless metrics. Seriously, stop saying this.

Affect and Effect

Here’s a trick to help you remember: “Affect” is almost always a verb (e.g., Facebook affects people’s attention spans), and “effect” is almost always a noun (e.g., Facebook’s effects can also be positive). “Affect” means to influence or produce an impression — to cause hence, an effect. “Effect” is the thing produced by the affecting agent; it describes the result or outcome. There are some exceptions. “Effect” may be used as a transitive verb, which means to bring about or make happen. e.g., My new computer effected a much-needed transition from magazines to Web porn. There are similarly rare examples where “affect” can be a noun. e.g., His lack of affect made him seem like a shallow person.

Irony and Coincidence

Too many people claim something is the former when they actually mean the latter. For example, it’s not “ironic” that “Barbara moved from California to New York, where she ended up meeting and falling in love with a fellow Californian.” The fact that they’re both from California is a “coincidence.” “Irony” is the incongruity in a series of events between the expected results and the actual results. “Coincidence” is a series of events that appear planned when they’re actually accidental. So, it would be “ironic” if “Barbara moved from California to New York to escape California men, but the first man she ended up meeting and falling in love with was a fellow Californian.”


Undoubtedly the most common mistake I encounter. Contrary to almost ubiquitous misuse, to be “nauseous” doesn’t mean you’ve been sickened: it actually means you possess the ability to produce nausea in others. e.g., That week-old hot dog is nauseous. When you find yourself disgusted or made ill by a nauseating agent, you are actually “nauseated.” e.g., I was nauseated after falling into that dumpster behind the Planned Parenthood. Stop embarrassing yourself.

If you’re looking for a practical, quick guide to proper grammar, I suggest the tried-and-true classic The Elements of Style, by William Strunk, Jr. and E. B. White. A few of these examples are listed in the book, and there are plenty more. Good luck!

Nothing (Jungkook/Reader)


Genre: Angst

Words: 1,779

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: “W-what?” You stood there stunned, staring back at your boyfriend who couldn’t even looked at you in the eye. (Trigger: slight mature content, cheating, heartbreak)

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a grand canyon in the corner of your bedroom

“I couldn’t wait,” he says, hesitantly, haltingly. “For it to be published. I couldn’t wait.”

Tina blinks.


First Time || Peter Parker

this was inspired by JustKiddingFilm’s ‘your first time’ video. it was really interesting to watch and I just had to write something for Peter! I’ll get back to working on the requests that I’ve amassed so far a bit later, just let me indulge in this one quick story ♡♡♡♡♡

for this story, it’s set sometime in the future, where Peter and the reader are in college and are both around 21 years old. 

warnings: SMUT!!! There’s gonna be a lemon, and if you don’t like lemons then I don’t recommend that you read this !!

**don’t repost/plagiarize this plot! reblogs are fine!


When your best friend invited you and Peter to hang out with her and her boyfriend at Starbucks, you didn’t think that their conversation would go into such dangerous territory. 

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- chapter one: part one -

“There’s a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there’s one reason why it should…”

7 Weeks

Two pink lines. What the fuck. No, this couldn’t be happening.

I shook the stick a few good times, knowing the box says you’re really not supposed to but I thought that maybe if I did it hard enough, maybe...just maybe, it would fix the error. Because this was clearly an error. This was clearly a manufacturing error. It was the test, it had to be. The test was defective, the test was clearly defective. Because there was no way this could be right, there was absolutely no way that this test could actually be positive, there was no way I could actually be…pregnant…

Oh God.

The air cinched from my lungs as I plopped down on the toilet seat of my bathroom, the test barely dangling between my loose fingertips over my bent kneecap. Shit. I flicked my head back and forth, shutting my eyes as the heat began to travel from the warped pit of my stomach up to my cheeks, filling them with a sickening flush. Shit, shit, shit. How could this have happened? How could I have let this happen?

My shaken thoughts quickly juggled between ‘what the fuck am I gonna do’ and ‘holy shit….I gotta tell him’. Him. Him being a guy that would probably want nothing to do with this, a guy that had a whole entire world of speculation and scrutiny to deal with considering he was…famous. Him being a guy that I didn’t even really know, a guy that I hadn’t even spoken to since the night he…well, apparently impregnated me. The mere thought of having to speak to him, to tell him this news when we literally didn’t know a lick about each other, made the nerves start to creep up my spine.

I popped my eyes open and tentatively peered down at the little stick of death that was in my hand. Maybe I don’t have to tell him, I innocently thought with a tiny shrug, the idea being swiftly washed away by my own good conscience.

Letting out a loud groan, my upper body tumbled over as I let my head hang down between my parted knees, my arms dramatically slumping to the floor.  

I had to tell him. I had to tell Niall.

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ice cream au part three.

“Get out of the way.”

Neil turns away from where he’s distracted by a pint of ice cream (vodka key lime pie, probably the only flavour Wymack’s asshole of a son won’t turn his nose up at, he thinks), only to find himself approximately eye level with Andrew Minyard’s crotch. “Huh?”

“Move,” Andrew says, using the toe of his boot to nudge Neil out of his crouch and away from the freezer.

“Don’t you get enough ice cream?”

Andrew shrugs as he pulls out a few pints that look obnoxiously sweet, hesitating for a moment before also grabbing a plainer cookie dough. “Palmetto’s expensive.”

As he picks up his basket, Neil acknowledges that yeah, it’s kind of weird that Andrew is willing to drop $50 on ice cream every week. Including his tips.

“So you spend extra money buying both our ice cream and store bought?” Neil asks, mystified.

Andrew hums noncommittally. His face is flushed by the cold air of the freezer section. He looks at Neil consideringly, before finally saying, “You look like you like vanilla. Boring things.”

Neil feels a bit like he did whenever the class was talking about a reading he hadn’t done. Lost and just a bit stupid as Andrew stares at him. He isn’t sure whether he had just been insulted, but says “I guess?” anyways.

“Predictable,” Andrew mutters, turning to leave the aisle. When Neil doesn’t move, he snaps, “What are you waiting for? Hurry up.”

It takes a moment for Neil to realize that Andrew’s still talking to him. Confused, he follows Andrew all the way to the checkout (where he pays for his assortment of apples, granola bars, microwave meals, and milk) then to Andrew’s car, which is sleek and shiny and part of the reason why Neil had never really thought too hard about Andrew’s spending habits.

“You don’t drive,” Andrew states more than asks, pulling out his keys.

“I can. I just don’t have a car.” Usually Matt’s thrilled to chauffeur him around, so it doesn’t really matter. Neil’s fine with walking otherwise.

“I can give you a ride.”

Neil squints at Andrew suspiciously. As far as he knows, the extent of their interactions has been Neil serving Andrew ice cream and that one disaster of a group project. “You don’t have to.”

Andrew looks at him impatiently. “I’m not offering it for free. I got cookie dough ice cream. You eat the plain parts for me, and I’ll drive you home.”

“What’s the point of buying ice cream then?”

Sighing, as if Neil is the biggest idiot in the world, Andrew tells him, “Haagen-dazs cookie dough is worth it. Do we have a deal?”

Neil’s almost tempted to say no, to go home and turn on a game or eat an actual dinner. Then he remembers the growing stack of homework in his and Matt’s apartment, and that makes up his mind. “Yeah, sure.”

The drive to Andrew’s house is quiet, because neither Andrew nor Neil are any good at small talk. Neil keeps noticing Andrew looking at him from the corner of his eyes, and busies himself with gazing out of the window. He feels charitable enough to help Andrew pull his bags out of the trunk, and belatedly remembers that he has groceries that need to be chilled until he leaves.

“Your house is big,” Neil observes, only because he had gotten used to cramped apartments and cheap rentals.

Andrew shrugs, gesturing for Neil to dump the bags onto the counter and only bothering to put away the other pints of ice cream. “I live with my cousins and our roommate. It isn’t big enough.”

He pulls out two spoons from a drawer and breaks the seal on the cookie dough. For a moment Andrew pauses, spoon hovering over the pint, before scooping out some vanilla and unburying a chunk of dough underneath.

“Here,” he says offering the spoon to Neil.


Neil reaches out to take it, but Andrew must have something else in mind because he shoves it roughly in the direction of Neil’s mouth. It makes him go cross-eyed, and Neil only hesitates for a moment (what are the odds that this is a poisoning attempt?) before leaning in and taking the bite.

It’s sweet, which despite all of Matt’s attempts, Neil has never really gotten used to. He looks up to find Andrew staring at him, eyes focused on his mouth with a strange sort of intensity. Suddenly self-conscious, Neil licks his lips, wondering if there is something on them. The room seems to get warmer and he sees Andrew swallow heavily, his Adam’s apple bobbing, before he tears his eyes away from Neil to scoop a bite for himself.

This time when Andrew offers Neil some ice cream, he lets Neil take the spoon for himself.

andromedasstars  asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you had any headcanons for Abby and Neil? I mean everyone knows that boy needs good loving parental figures and as Wymack pretty much has 'team-dad' covered...

I’VE THOUGHT A LOT ABOUT THIS OK NEIL NEEDS A GENTLE MOTHERING SOUL (this entire thing is cheesy but I’m a sucker for that shit so here we go)

  • neil knows mothers as hard and punishing and tough love
  • he recognizes his mother’s brand of love because he grew up around her
  • he recognizes being beaten for a wrong move because he needs to be safe
  • he recognizes love as caring for him even if its harsh and cold
  • its why he doesnt need to be told “i love you” by andrew and why he doesnt need to say it back
  • he knows love as protection with angry words and fists
  • and later he knows love as andrews hand on his neck and a rough pat on the back after a game
  • he doesnt recognize love as soft words and gentle hands, so maybe thats why he doesnt recognize abbys actions towards him

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Qualities of an Attractive Personality

Someone with an attractive personality:

1. Is warm and friendly towards to others.

2. Is open and real

3. Knows their own strengths and weaknesses - and neither boasts nor puts themselves down.

4. Looks for the good in every situation, and is generally positive and optimistic.

5. Doesn’t gossip or pass on others’ secrets

6. Doesn’t gloat when things go wrong for others.

7. Is secure and has a healthy self–esteem; is not self-centred and narcissistic.

8. Is not highly critical or argumentative.

9. Is not possessive and jealous in relationships.

10. Makes time for the people they care about.

DAY 3335

Jalsa, Mumbai                 May 15,  2017               Mon 11:29 pm

Speaking at formal functions is an art of immense measure and guile .. they that do so with the ease of informality, are envied and looked upon with great admiration .. 

Many that face the ‘ordeal’ on a basis of regularity, find it most convenient, easy, and having great command consequence .. I do not possess these qualities and never shall ..

But they that speak often are gifted, aided by circumstance, and dwelling in the garb of great confidence .. 

And when the accompanying guests that one shares stage with, are of such eminence, then the task bears unmeasurable assumed embarrassment .. 

I embarrass myself twice a month on regular basic services .. that is provided there still exist those that wish to have me in their midst, for such occasions !

With the benefit of speech writers, assistants and helpers about, the task is at times somewhat devoid of burden .. but when it falls upon one to be independent and alone, then it is best to regret the moment with the grace that bends in great servility and prayer.

I am put on the platform among the most influential and power packed as ever .. the humbling of such act, brings greater fear in any required execution ..

And while you sit by yourself, away from the moral benefit that travels with you for the moment - your son, your daughter, your family - there is the constant need to rush with the moment and depart .. but it never happens such .. and that is the fear that compels us to be in a state of continued fear !

These be not ordinary luminaries, except the one with the colourful pocket scarf and navy blue band gala jacket !

Uddhav Thakeray the Shiv Sena supremo ; the Hon Chief Minister of Maharashtra Devendra Fadnavis and the mighty Mukesh Ambani .. merely being asked to be on the same platform as them is intimidating by itself ..

And as you wait for your turn to arrive, as you glide through that walk to the microphone, as you pause to think how to begin .. the first thoughts of wanting to drop everything and run away develops ..

Blessed are they that can hold fort at that ominous looking utensil that carries your voice to them that are short of hearing - and be able to draw applause at any given time ..

The speaking art is that one governance, that dedicates itself to creating huge Leaders of Nations .. of movements, of the creation of followers and the integrity that it delivers .. finding myself invariably in such situations is not what I would ever wish .. but there it is ..

At times what you dread most comes about in large turns .. what you look forward, to ends up looking back ..

I shall neither look back nor look forward .. I shall merely look .. !!

Good night

Amitabh Bachchan

WISHED: (Jared Leto) Jokers “innocent” daughter can be ruthless.

Originally posted by alotofboring

Warning Contains: violence, happy father, dead man

Requested by: Anon

“Remember princess stay close to me” Joker said to his 15 year old daughter, this was to be her first time coming to one of his meetings and her seeing how he makes his deals. He would’ve liked to have taken her sooner but Harley was against it and fought him on it. So now he feels his daughter is a bit soft and innocent that he feels she might not be ready or she may not be tuff enough to handle this. He watched as Harley danced with the crowed of people his daughter by his side and in came in the guy too meet Mr. Quill followed by Frost. Mr.Quill sat down in front of them as they finally discussed their dealings, all the while one of Quill’s henchmen kept looking over at Jokers daughter, which Joker did not like the way he was looking at her. 

“Is something the matter J?” Quill asked looking at him and looked back over to his henchman and figured what was going on. “You know J maybe its not such a good idea to have her here with us”.

“Nor is it a good idea for your men to be looking at her” Joker said in a harsh whisper like tone.

“I met no offense” The man behind Quill said lightly J glared up at the guy and stood up.

“You met no offense” J mocked puffing out his cheeks.

The man laughed and felt challenged, J’s daughter knew what her father is able to do and the man obviously did not. Nor does he know what she is able to do. Mr.Quill pinched his nose and saw something in the girls eyes and knew she was just as ruthless as J,

“Well for start, the way she dresses is a start” The now former henchmen said with a grin. J walked over to the man and Quill took out his gun and looked at the girl. She looked back at him and grinned putting out her hand that now held Mr.Quill’s gun.

Before J could bash the former henchman’s head in his daughter came up and pointed the guy at the mans head. J was surprised at first but then smiled laughing.

“I bet you wont do it sweetheart” The man said smiling down at the girl licking his lips.

“Think again” she said with a grin very similar to J’s as she pulled the trigger.

With love-Admin J


Favorite Dance Numbers - Gallan Goodiyan

anonymous asked:

UT, UF, US, SF, skelebros and Gaster and Feral, Fresh, Ink, Error and Reaper Sans's with a SO that's a professional chef who loves making fancy looking and delicious meals for them~

More of my Feraltale~! ~Mod Feral

UT Sans

He’s not gonna complain. Less effort on his part. Plus the food’s absolutely delish. He’ll basically just tell you it doesn’t need to look so fancy. “Dish isn’t necessary.”

UT Papyrus

He asks to help you once. The moment he actually tastes your food, he’s changing from wanting to help you in the sense of ‘let me do some of it myself’ and more of a ‘teach me your ways’.

UT Gaster

This is very handy for him. He gets to work a little more often not having to worry about making himself food. He’ll give you a full analysis of the food when he’s in Science Mode, but he’ll just give simple comments otherwise.

UF Sans

He’ll insist it’s not necessary at all. He’s survived this long, and food shouldn’t take so long to prepare, nor look so good. He loves how it tastes and everything, he just doesn’t feel he deserves such good good.

UF Papyrus

He’s, like, insulted at first. He doesn’t know why you feel you need to cook, but it at least looks better than his. After he takes a bite, he gets it. It’s the best thing he ever had, and he wants more. He’ll be pretty passive-aggressive about it, though.

UF Gaster

Seeing as he’d survive anyway, he doesn’t really care too much. You’re happy. You’re not bugging him as he works. You’re being useful. And you’re kinda {Very} attractive as you work, so whatever.

US Sans

He helps out as you make it! You two both do wonderfully, and he honestly feels better when he cooks, so it’s actually beneficial in many ways to let him help out.

US Papyrus

Sweet. Sans is good at cooking, and he gets decent food from Muffet’s, but this is something else entirely. He doesn’t complain at all, and will even complement your food every time.

US Gaster

He’s ecstatic. Some food that’s not pre-made and wrapped? That’s great. He’ll compliment about it every time, both flavor and presentation. Expect the occasional random fact about an ingredient, though.

SF Sans

This works out greatly for him. He’s never been one for cooking, and he expects the best from his partner if they’re gonna be cooking.

SF Papyrus

It’s a little odd for him. He’s used to being the one cooking, so someone else cooking for him is new entirely. He likes the food, and will give you proper critique, but it’s an adjustment for him.

SF Gaster

He’s not to caring one way or the other. You do you, and he’ll do him.

FT Sans

Unexpected. He knows how to cook, but wow, not to this extent. He’ll eat it how he always eats, quickly and quietly.

Fresh Sans

“Cool, cool. Hey, do you know how to make some of these?” He’ll list off a bunch of snacks that existed in the 90s, but aren’t really in existence anymore. He’ll be fine with any answer, so be honest. He also might not eat a lot, because, to put it simply, he doesn’t need to.

Ink Sans

He’ll complement your presentation every single time. The flavor’s good, too. Get creative with your presentation, he loves all forms of art, after all.

Error Sans

He shows no change. Inside, he feels oddly blessed for a split second with each new meal. Know he loves the sentiment, even if he won’t say anything.

Reaper Sans

He doesn’t really need to eat, so he only eats the meal so that you feel better. He thinks it’s great, but he’ll tell you at least once a week that you don’t need to do this. Really, you don’t.

Mod Feral’s Feraltale

Mod God’s Deitytale


If you can keep your head when all about you  
   Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,  
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
   But make allowance for their doubting too
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
   Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
   And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master   
   If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim 
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
   And treat those two impostors just the same
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
   Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
   And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
   And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
   And never breathe a word about your loss
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
   To serve your turn long after they are gone,  
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
   Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,  
   Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
   If all men count with you, but none too much
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
   With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,  
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,  
   And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

- Rudyard Kipling