or why it was in the kitchen

viinria  asked:

My favorite Kachako headcanon is that Uraraka is a horrible cook and that Bakugou is like??? a god in the kitchen and sometimes he teaches her stuff

SSSHHH, ISN’T THAT CANON-

BUT SERIOUSLY I KNOW RIGHT??!!! I can imagine Bakugou finding out that Uraraka is not eating properly at her apartment and he just rockets his way to her kitchen, cooking angrily while telling her the right things to do?? Like “Why the fuck can’t you do anything right??”

WinterThunderIronShield (Quick Fic)

I just want you to know, I hate you guys for doing this to me. But I love this so (ugh) I reluctantly welcome another ship into the shenanigans that is my blog.

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“We need to have a talk.” Tony ripped his sunglasses off his face, tossing them onto the couch and folded his arms over his chest.

Bucky, Thor and Steve all looked at each other guiltily, then up at Tony as innocently as possible.

“What’s wrong, Tony?” Steve asked, dropping the recliner foot rest and leaning forward with a concerned look on his face. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Bucky quit stuffing his face with a sandwich and wiped his hands on his jeans.

“Anthony, surely you know you can tell us anything.” Thor offered, sitting up from where hed been lying on the floor.

“Don’t act innocent with me!” Tony snapped. “The three of you have been… conspiring against me and I am done with it.”

“I have no idea what you are referring—”

“Can it Rogers!” Tony pointed a finger at him. “You, Big and Blond, have been taking my t shirts and replacing them with ones that smell like you. I am starting to look homeless wearing your huge ass shirts all the time. And you, Dark and Scary–” he jabbed his finger at Bucky. “Have been moving everything in the kitchen up to the top shelves so I have to ask you for help every damn time I want to eat something.”

“That is disgraceful.” Thor said, frowning, and Tony whirled on him.

“Oh no. No no no Thunderhead, don’t get me started on you. You have been leaving Mjolnir places where I have to be just so I have to call for you to move her. And then usually you don’t even move her, you just pick me up like a fucking cat and move me!”

“Like a cat?” Bucky muttered and Thor shrugged sheepishly.

“Not entirely like a cat, Anthony. I don’t pick you up by your neck, I simply scoop you into–”

“Stuff it!” Tony yelled. “Now I don’t know why you guys are making life difficult for me, but it stops NOW.”

“Tony.” Steve coughed. “We aren’t trying to make things difficult for you, we just want–”

“Um, we are trying to make it seem like—” Bucky hesitated. “I mean, we are only trying to–”

“You need us.” Thor said simply. “And if you need us, then the transition into a romantic relationship will be much easier on us all.”

Tony stared at him for a full minute, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he ground his teeth. “My brain just broke.” He said finally. “It’s broken. I can’t process this right now. You are telling me, that you three giant dummies have been messing with me for weeks because you want to… you want to…. I can’t even say it. I literally can’t say it. My brain is broken. I’m going to go get a drink. You three stay away from me.” He turned and stomped away.

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Reasons Davey Jacobs has pulled away from a kiss
  • Worrying he left the stove on downstairs in the kitchen
  • Remembering the cool new snake fact he just has to tell Jack right then
  • Hearing a floorboard creak and panicking it’s Les or Sarah home early
  • The timer he set to make sure he only kisses Jack for 5 minutes before going back to his homework
  • Remembering, 10 minutes after the timer, that he still has homework to do and they really do need to stop kissing now
  • Race wolf-whistling at them
  • The sound of a camera shutter as Sarah takes a cute photo of them that she’s planning to use as future blackmail material
  • Needing to tell Jack he loves him
  • Getting frustrated with the buttons on his shirt and needing to pull it over his head rather than undo them all
  • Remembering that he’s at his wedding and everyone meaningful in his life is watching him and he and his husband can continue this in a more private venue later

anonymous asked:

I know that I probably shouldn't because I freak out at night but I'm addicted to horror stories. My bed is at the same level as my window sill and it kinda freaks me out so I'm always telling myself "no Mer you live in a very populated part of town why tf would anything bad happen to you of all people". Doesn't help, sadly. -Still that anon that is listening in sync

DUDE IM THE SAME W THE WINDOW THING…..i remember listening to one horror channel abt real experiences & how someones security system kept saying they had a visitor but no one was there & one night they looked & it showed the image of the person & i was like YIKES NAH NO THX & ever since then sometimes i think someones outside of my window EVEN THO IM ON THE SECOND FLOOR…..i cant pass the kitchen window at night either omfg

anonymous asked:

Would you be willing to do some fluffy Edgepuff headcanons?

EDGEPUFF IS MY FAVORITE PAPCEST SHIP 

Edgepuff (UF PAPS X UT PAPS) 

  • Literally so pure. So pure
  • Papaya is use to Fell’s angry rants.
  • Paps is so supportive in everything that Fell does. But when he’s being angry and irrational, Paps just hugs him, pat his head, or just touch him in general and all that anger dissipates 
  • Married. They’re so married. Even when they’re not married, they’re married. 
  • Mutual cooking. Normally, Fell likes to give orders in the kitchen, but not with Paps.
    • Fell: PUT THE PARMESAN ON THE SPAGHETTI, DO NOT PUT THYME. 
    • Papyrus: NOW FELL, WHY DON’T WE PUT THYME AND PARMESAN
    • Fell: WHAT NO THAT’S RIDICULOUS WHY WOULD YOU- Ah shit. I can’t say no to you. 
  • They’re super hardcore on training, and give each other healthy critiques. With each other, they don’t have to worry about pulling back, they can go all out. 
  • Papaya still usually wins though. 
  • Red loves Papaya, but Sans isn’t a fan of Fell. 
    • But later on, they actually bond through their mutual love and protectiveness of Paps. 
  • Fell is a tsundere. But then Paps just rolls with it. Smooches everywhere and anywhere. 

anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering what the |-/ symbol means and where it comes from and you seem like you might know so :)

hey! here’s an explanation from tyler himself, which is definitely better than anything i can come up with :)

“It means Twenty One Pilots, the logo does. Why it means Twenty One Pilots, is it really goes along with one of our songs called "Kitchen Sink.” The whole concept of that song is that I feel that humans are always struggling all the time when it comes to purpose, trying to figure out their purpose is, what purpose even is, what’s the point, justifying your own existence. A lot of kids and people my age struggle with “what’s the point,” and with the logo, what it really means is it’s an encouragement. When someone asks me what the logo means to me, the logo means something to me because I made it mean something to me. That’s the point. The point is that I created something that only I understand and whether or not I decide to disclose the meaning of it, that’s the beginning of purpose for me. The meaning of purpose for me, is by creating something, if it be by writing lyrics, painting a picture, by expressing yourself through art if it’s photography or music or theater, or whatever it is. It doesn’t have to be artistic, but if you create something and only you know the meaning of it, that’s the beginning of purpose for you. When you’re in the room by yourself trying to decide whether to stay alive, you can tell yourself “I should probably stay alive because I’m the only one who knows the meaning of that thing,” so the logo is an encouragement for people to create. That’s what it means.“

stay alive, friend. 

anonymous asked:

I've heard that you can't practice more than one type of magic because they'll cancel each other out, is that true?

Please correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m interpreting this as (for example) “I can’t do kitchen magic AND weather magic because they cancel each other out” and if that’s the case then no, that’s not true, and I have no idea why someone would suggest it. That’s like saying I can’t study gardening AND fencing because somehow one will prevent me from doing the other. That being said, if you cast spells for directly opposite results, like doing a rain spell followed by a sunshine spell, then yeah prolly nothing is gonna happen.

-Bri

I wanna interact with you before I leave for a week!

Ask me stuffs!
Tell me stuffs!

Ask me these or tell me your answers to these, or any questions!
1. fav tøp song
2. fav color
3. fav shirt
4. biggest fear
5. why tøp is important personally
6. talk about current crush
7. fav hobby
8. fav band besides tøp
9. theory for what kitchen sinks mean to Tyler
10. first memory
11. dream vacation
12. dream life
13. dream house
14. fav show
15. fav book
16. fav movie
17. fav cryptid
18. fav true story
19. fav person
20. something funny that happened
21. fav song at the moment
22. fav snack
23. desert island: what five books, five movies, and five albums do you bring to read/watch/listen to for the rest of your life?
24. you have won a five person trip to some cool vacation! who do you take with you? (can be celebrities and fictional characters and real people, it’s whatever)
25. ANYTHING

My favorite part about this silly soulmate AU is imagining Prompto forgetting himself and totally pulling a Ted Mosby. 

Like, he and Ignis have FINALLY been on a couple very tame dates when Noctis decides that since they all happen to know each other indirectly, they should hang out. Ignis, ever the polite gentleman, shows up with this amazing tray of appetizers that he’s made and it just happens to be Prompto’s favorite food ever. Prompto is so excited that he forgets he’s never actually eaten anything Ignis has cooked in the real world. He grabs the plate and is like “OMG this is why I love you!!!” with a giant, goofy smile on his face. 

And Ignis just blinks and murmurs a very eloquent, “Ah.” 

Meanwhile Noctis and Gladio are giving each other these looks across the kitchen- there might be actual tears in Noct’s eyes as he clamps a hand over his mouth- trying not to lose it while Prompto is totally oblivious, too busy shoving food in his face and making these little noises of absolute bliss to notice the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. 

To his credit, Ignis only clears his throat gently and adjusts his glasses before accepting the drink that Gladio has offered him. He stays the rest of the evening, observing Prompto with small glances out of the corner of his eyes that are somewhere between confusion and absolute fondness. 

… Noctis and Gladio NEVER let Prompto live it down.

The Queen’s Throne// Chapter 7 3/3

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 7 2/3

Warning: Swearing

Emptiness.

Hoshiko was sitting on the kitchen floor at 2 a.m., drinking wine that belonged to her husband. She hated the stuff, but after a few drinks, she became addicted to it. It gave her the comfort she needed, something that no one gave her. I see why men drink the stuff…, she mumbled. 

The light-weight bottle of wine, almost empty, began slipping from Hoshiko’s hands, as she was lost in thought. 

Pathetic, lying bastard… 

The wine bottle eventually slipped from Hoshiko’s fingers, broken shards now on the floor. The little wine it had left reflecting the misery and betrayal she felt.

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“Are you a butcher?”

Mordred raised an eyebrow in Dorian’s direction without looking up. “No.” He cut the head from the salmon with one swing of the massive knife, then slid another into its still-writhing body and slit it open from the base of its head to the tail. No movement wasted, no hesitation. “Why?”

“They taught you how to do all that in your Circle?” Dorian asked, leaning over what would become their dinner. He grimaced when Mordred swiped all the fish guts and innards off the meat into a bucket nearby that a wild cat was eyeing rather hungrily, but hung onto his stomach.

“Yeah, sometimes I had to help in the kitchen.” Mordred discarded the large knife for a smaller, finer one and began to eliminate the bones. “We lived right in the middle of a huge lake so fish every damn Tuesday and Thursday. Got into trouble all the time ‘cos I’d want to 'experiment’ making something new to eat.”

Fish went into a nearby plate, already piled high with two of the same. Mordred dunked the bloody chopping board into the creek he sat next to, washed it and the knives thoroughly, and put them away. From a bag at his feet he produced three small glass jars, each containing a different-looking powder, and dumped them generously on the fish in the plate.

Dorian sniffed experimentally. “And where exactly did you get…I thought those spices are limited to the north.”

“Dalish cooks.” Mordred took the plate to the nearest campfire (no one had dared wander near because he himself set it up), slammed a frying pan on the surface, and eased the fish in piece by piece.

Soon the aromas had wafted through the entire camp. Several feet away, crowded around a pot of porridge, heads perked up.

Dorian silently congratulated himself for having held out on getting lunch and gracefully slid into the seat next to Mordred. He cleared his throat pointedly. Surely that much fish wasn’t meant for one person alone.

The Warden muttered something absolutely foul under his breath, but dumped a large piece of the fish into a wooden bowl and shoved it at him.

anonymous asked:

What's the dumbest thing you've seen on your fleet?

           Every collective instance in which a newly signed but brave enough recruit has attempted to pose a ‘better plan’ to a superior, especially if it involves the words, “Why don’t we just talk to them first and see what happens.”  

10

Which do you prefer?

Good Morning - Jason Todd x Reader

The kitchen sex smut. I hope you’ll still love this :) 
Warnings: SEXY JASON TODD AND SMUTTY SMUT SMUT
Words: 674

“Good morning, babygirl.”

Two extremely muscular arms encircled your waist. You were merely wearing a discarded black shirt you found on the floor that morning, and nothing else. You hummed into his strong, warm embrace as the soothing smell of the freshly brewed coffee you made for him filled your apartment. “Good morning,” you sighed and giggled. You felt his hot lips press against your shoulder.

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