“i’m a rockstar and you’re a fan who snuck in and do you maybe wanna help me ‘blow off some steam’ back stage because ur A) really hot and B) pretty obviously willing“ au
“seven minutes in heaven with my longtime crush but we get locked in for hours bc our friends forgot about us” au
“got locked in a walk-in refrigerator/freezer and now we gotta keep warm somehow” au
“you’re a vampire with an aphrodisiac bite and i’m the drunk party-goer you decided to snack on tonight” au
“you’re really invested in your tv show/book/etc and i don’t think you understand how much your absentminded petting is getting to me but like hell am i gonna ask you to stop“ au
“this is an sos from a helpless virgin (who doesn’t want to be a virgin anymore) to you, the most virile person i know. please teach me how all this works” au
“i thought you were literally the most innocent thing to ever exist but then you awkwardly ask me to teach you how to bang like a pro and holy hell what the fuck but now i’m really, really turned on” au
“i get that it’s hotter than satans asshole out here but if you remove any more clothing i won’t be responsible for my actions-wait. why are you smirking at me?” au
“i chickened out of sex ages ago and you haven’t brought it up since but now i really want it, but i’m terrible at communication, so let me just strip shirtless/model lingerie for you until you snap” au
“we were forced to hide in this very cramped space (from friends/authority figures/people trying to kill us) and this is a very awkward position to be stuck in with someone you’re avoiding because they’re too attractive for you to deal with” au
“normally we duke it out to vent our frustrations but this time someone initiated a kiss in the middle of the fight and suddenly we’re fucking against the nearest flat surface” au
“when i asked you to put sunscreen/lotion on my back that’s all i wanted you to do, but your hands are like magic and they have my full permission to wander” au
Dean walked into the kitchen, intending to grab a cold one from the fridge. He stopped short and furrowed his brow slightly when he saw that the fridge door had been left open. He shrugged and reached inside anyway, slightly disappointed to find that the beers weren’t cold anymore due to the fridge door being open for so long. He rolled his eyes and grabbed one anyway, shutting the door behind him. It was an honest mistake; Sam had probably grabbed something and forgotten to close the fridge door. Probably too caught up in one of those geeky books he was always reading. Dean popped open the beer and headed back to his room, the opened door already starting to slip from his mind.
The next day, when entering the kitchen after cleaning the Impala, Dean found the fridge door open again. Sighing in annoyance, Dean shut it, but not before grabbing a lukewarm beer. He opened it up and took a sip. Eugh. He grimaced and put the beer back in the fridge.This crap was starting to get annoying. He should probably go nag Sam about it…
The next day, upon entering the kitchen in the early afternoon, Dean saw that the fridge door was left open yet again. He groaned and rolled his eyes, walking over to grab a beer. As usual, it was now rather tepid due to the door being left open. He sighed and placed it back in the fridge.
“Alright, that’s it.” Dean grumbled, heading over to the library where Sam currently was reading a book. “Dude, this is seriously getting old.” He complained, stopping at the doorway.
Sam looked up from his book. “What’s getting old?”
“Leaving the fridge door open!” His brother exclaimed. “I’m tired of going to grab a cold one and finding them all warm because you left the door open!”
Sam furrowed his brow and gave Dean the classic bitch face. “Dean, I can assure you, I’m not leaving the door open.”
“Well then who is?” Dean countered. “Y/N?”
Sam shrugged. “Maybe! I don’t know!”
“Oh wow.” Dean scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “Real mature, Sam. Blame the four year old kid for your actions.”
“Dean, I’m telling you, it’s not me!” Sam asserted. “You know what? I bet you’re the one who’s been leaving it open!”
Dean cocked his head to one side. “Oh you wanna play the blame game? Fine! Go in the kitchen then! I was just in there and the door was closed when I walked out!”
Both brothers headed back to the kitchen. Upon entering, they caught glimpse of a small child - you -grabbing a juice box from the fridge. Failing to notice the Winchesters standing at the doorway, you pattered out of the kitchen through the other entrance, forgetting to shut the fridge door.
Dean could practically feel the triumphant look Sam was shooting him. He ignored his brother and walked over to shut the fridge door.
“Alright, so it was Y/N.” Dean admitted, turning to face Sam.
Sam smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Told ya. So, what are we gonna do about this little problem? We can’t keep letting Y/N leave the fridge door open. The food inside could spoil.”
“Yeah,” Dean agreed, leaning against the counter. “And I don’t think a 4 year old will understand the concept of electricity…”
“Wait, I think I have an idea…” Sam began, walking over to open up the fridge door. He turned to his brother. “Follow my lead.”
“Y/N!” He called. “Come here! We wanna talk to you!”
You appeared at the doorway, juice box in one hand and one of your dinosaur toys clutched in the other. “Yeah?”
“Y/N, have you been leaving the fridge door open?” Sam asked, gesturing to the open door.
You paused, then shrugged. “I dunno…”
The Winchesters shared a look with one another. Considering you had the attention span of a spoon, it wasn’t hard to believe that you didn’t notice whether or not you were shutting the door to the refrigerator. Sam stepped forward and squatted down in front of you.
“Y/N, whether or not you realize it, you’ve been leaving the refrigerator door open.” He said. “And do you know why that’s bad?”
You shook your head.
“It’s because there’s, uh…a penguin…living behind the fridge…and…if you leave the door open too long, you’ll, uh, steal his cold and he’ll get mad.”
Sam formed a serious face, hoping you’d believe him. He could feel Dean giving him a weird look, but thankfully he stayed silent.
Your eyes grew wide. “Really?” You looked over at the still open door.
“Yup.” Dean nodded. “And you know what? If you make him mad, he’ll come out and bite you.”
You suddenly dropped your toy and juice box and darted past Sam and Dean, slamming the refrigerator door shut.
“I don’t want the freezer penguin to bite me!” You cried, pressing your back against the door.
“Well kiddo,” Dean began, hiding a small smile. “Don’t leave the fridge open for too long then.”
The brothers turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you still pressed up against the refrigerator.
“Dude, seriously?” Sam grinned, looking over at his brother. “That last part was a little cruel.”
Dean chuckled. “Well, if the ‘Freezer Penguin‘ keeps my beers cool, I don’t see the harm in it.“
“got locked in a walk-in refrigerator/freezer and now we gotta keep warm somehow” au - JinMin
Jimin runs a hand through his hair and wants to sigh, but that’ll just make him chillier. It’s been just long enough that it’s getting uncomfortable. And of course he isn’t wearing a hoodie or anything.
He looks at Jin, pacing a few feet off while keeping his arms moving, and frowns.
“We’re going to die in here,” he says. It’s not even sad, just…resigned. Jin stops moving and stares. “I told them last week, fix the walk-in door, it sticks. I told them last month!”
“Yeah I know, I told them,” Jin sighs. “It’s fine. They’ll get us soon. We’re not going to die. We just…have to keep our cool.”
Jimin stares. “Seriously? In a freezer, you’re still…?”
“There is no bad time for puns,” Jin states with gravity. “Listen, we’re stuck here until they get someone in, and that’ll probably be at least another half hour, so…come hug me.”
“Hug me,” Jin says again as he holds his arms open. “It’s getting to be ridiculously cold and I’m not built for this life.”
They’ve only been coworkers for about two months. Jimin assumed Jin would quit fairly quickly, considering he looks a lot like the type to expect to be served, not do the serving. But Jin works hard, and brings a really fun atmosphere to even the roughest shifts, and has an ungodly assortment of dad jokes, and….Jimin might have a crush. So in theory, this hugging thing is perfect. He’s been sort of dying to touch Jin in any capacity. But now he’s frozen in place and–
Shit. The lame jokes are spreading.
Jin sucks his teeth. “Fine, I’ll come to you, then.” And Jimin doesn’t have time or the capacity to argue, because now there are arms around him.
The hug is chilly but it takes seconds for their bodies to warm up just a tad. Jimin lets out a pleased sigh and regrets it immediately. Jin chuckles and gives Jimin a tighter squeeze.
“Is this working for you?” he jokes. “That was an interesting noise.”
“Don’t make fun,” Jimin mutters.
“If we make it out of this harrowing ordeal alive, we should get coffee or something,” Jin says. “The hot kind. Definitely not iced.”
wicf freezer/refrigerator the latest posts? please <3
Hey there, it’s by @servobride (Gohliad), but I’m not sure if she’ll be releasing it again or if there is a working link floating around out there. Shoot her an ask off anon. She’s super lovely | (• ◡•)|
“I was a landscape photographer for 40 years, and I worked for Ansel Adams during the last years of his life. In 2006, I retired and moved in with a lady, but after eight years together, it didn’t work out. We decided to part without yelling and screaming at each other. She’s going to keep the house because she wants to stay there, so I thought, ‘Well, where would I want to live?’ There was no one place, so I thought, ‘How about convert your van into an RV and live out your dream?’ “I sold or gave away everything I owned except some books. It took me four months of hard labor to convert the van. I named it after my great-great-great grandmother who came from Scotland. I gave the design a tremendous amount of thought, and made it as comfortable as humanly possible. I installed solar panels, so I power all my appliances—computers, stove, refrigerator/freezer—for free. I called a shipping company, and they’ll ship the van to Scotland for $1,500 so I can travel around there for a year or two. I have no responsibility, and nothing behind me. All I have is right here in this van and whatever’s in front of me. “Maybe one day I’ll find a place where I want to live, or maybe I’ll live out my life in this van. I’m 71 years old—this is the last great adventure, and I’m going to make the best of it.”
Every flight has a different mechanism or method for using the “vault”, especially in the case of food and familiars. Ice Flight just covers it in water and freezes it to the back wall until it’s needed again. Nature Flight uses Amber or sap to preserve their vaults. Lightning Flight’s technology lets them keep things in suspended animation. That or they just have freezers/refrigerators for the small stuff. Earth flight Buries their vault in sand or dirt, keeping careful track of what type of soil preserves which thing the best. And the arcane flight just have pocket dimension purses and preservative brain jars for everything!
“People in some parts of Sierra Leone still associate MSF with Ebola. It meant that they were therefore partly afraid of us because they thought we would bring back Ebola. Thanks to our local teams and working closely with the village leaders, we were able to counteract these presumptions. And as soon as the "Paramount Chief” (the leader) had his son vaccinated, observed by the whole village, that was advertising par excellence and one of the wonderful, very moving “goosebumps” moments for me.
We had to transport power generators, freezers, and refrigerators across the country – this is known as the “cold chain”. The ice-packs for the transport of vaccines in small coolers had been pre-frozen weeks before, and then shipped from one place to another and treated like gold because all vaccinations depend on them.”
For more years than we can remember, the Friday before Thanksgiving has meant that NPR’s Susan Stamberg would try to sneak a notorious and, yes, weird family recipe into NPR’s coverage. And 2015 is no exception.
Mama Stamberg’s Cranberry Relish
2 cups whole raw cranberries, washed
1 small onion
¾ cup sour cream
½ cup sugar
2 tablespoons horseradish from a jar (“red is a bit milder than white”)
Grind the raw berries and onion together. (“I use an old-fashioned meat grinder,” says Stamberg. “I’m sure there’s a setting on the food processor that will give you a chunky grind — not a puree.”)
Add everything else and mix.
Put in a plastic container and freeze.
Early Thanksgiving morning, move it from freezer to refrigerator compartment to thaw. (“It should still have some little icy slivers left.”)
The relish will be thick, creamy and shocking pink. (“OK, Pepto Bismol pink. It has a tangy taste that cuts through and perks up the turkey and gravy. It’s also good on next-day turkey sandwiches, and with roast beef.”)