requesting cheese


3x02 | 10x05

They wrote scenes for me to dance around half-naked in my underwear! I went to Shonda Rhimes and said, “Do you really want me to do this? Why me? I have so much cottage cheese here and there!” She just looked at me and said, “Work it.” That was all I got from her. And sure enough, doing the scene helped me get over a lot of my issues. I had to accept my body.


Anon request dump! The hamburr drawing is based off this very lovely post by @wildflowers-and-a-nap (though I completely butchered the flowers pleaseforgivemeWild ;3;)

chocolate velvet cake


Phone Wallpapers - Park Hae Jin pt.2

Requested by @mazidah503 - just in time for Man to Man ; u ; 

anonymous asked:

Jefferson/mac and cheese: date

Thomas Jefferson believed in partaking in only the finer things in life. When you do something, it must be an experience, or nothing will ever be truly appreciated. 

“Oh now, honey, stop,” Thomas chuckled one night, fluffing his freshly washed hair, “You are just too funny.” 

The Virginian had spent all evening working on the romantic setting. He had set the table, lit the candles, and had slow jazz playing softly in the background. Sighing to himself, he rested his chin in his hands as he stared across the table. 

“What did I ever do to deserve something as beautiful as you?” he smiled, batting his eyelashes, “God, I could kiss you.” He bit his lip. “In fact, I will.” Across the table, the ceramic bowl of mac and cheese sat, unmoving. 

“Oh, you gon’ play?” Thomas smirked, giving a little growl, “Okay, I can be salty too.” Reaching over, he shook some salt onto the bowl of pasta, and turned away with his arms crossed. After a moment, he bit his fist, squeezing his eyes shut. “Shit, I just want you so bad, I can’t even last a second.” 

Getting up and clearing all the cutlery off the table in one loud push, he picked up the bowl, and set it on the edge of the couch arm. He took a fork and patted the crusty, aromatic top.

“Mmmm, lovely…” he murmured, admiring the cheesy noodles, the baked layer on top that had his mouth watering and heart pounding. Bringing the fork down a second time, he smacked the noddles with it a little harder. “Mmm yeah, you like that, you like it when daddy spanks you like that?” 

Picking up the bowl and tossing the fork aside with a loud clatter and the sound of a glass shattering, he sucked only the edge of a noodle into his mouth, relishing the flavour and savoury slide of it between his lips. As he swallowed the cheesy goodness and left the noddle naked of its cheese with the others, he moaned a little, gazing down at the pasta with lust-filled eyes and twirling around his living room. 

“You’re driving me wild, sugar,” Thomas breathed, discarding his jacket and trailing a finger through the gooey sauce to lick off. Moaning again, he took off his shirt and pants so that he was only in his boxers, laid down on the couch with the bowl overtop of him, and finally reached the fork up to his mouth for the first sensual, beautiful bite- 

The doorknob turned, and the front door opened. James set his keys down, looked up to see Thomas sprawled, half naked across the sofa with a bowl of macaroni and cheese in his lap… then he turned, picked up his keys again, and left. 


Pizza Toast from Orenchi no Furo Jijou, V1

As requested by @merman-in-my-tub! I’m naming it V1 because not exactly satisfied with how it turned out, because the bread is too thin, so maybe I’ll make another version when I have time to make my own bread again, and can control the thickness of the bread. But the toppings tasted excellent!

I was wondering if the meat should be pepperoni or salami, or something of that sort, but then I found a roll of Japanese Arabiki ham (or so it says). 

Ingredients (for 1 slice)

  • ¼ a yellow onion
  • ¼ a green pepper
  • 3 slices Arabiki ham
  • Pizza Cheese (I used Gouda)
  • Tomato sauce
  • 1 piece of (thick) bread


  1. Slice onion and pepper
  2. Spread tomato sauce onto bread
  3. Put the toppings on, making sure there’s enough cheese around to hold everything together when it melts!
  4. Grill/Bake in a toaster oven or regular oven until the cheese melts and some golden spots are seen!
  5. (Or: Method 2: Make your friend make this and then steal it from him)

Ps: This is a funny anime of short clips and handsome guys, thanks for the rec!

Tales from a Summer at an Amusement Park Food Line

- While attempting to close on my very first shift, I accidentally dropped an entire container of Italian dressing on the floor. Most of it went into my socks. It made for a very unpleasant ride home.

- The line I worked in served personal pan pizzas, club wraps, carved turkey sandwiches, salads (side salads as well as Mediterranean salads), very large pickles, and a variety of desserts made in store. We were allowed to alter recipes as people requested, within reason. One person requested a pizza without sauce. I respected her decision. A surprising number of people requested pizzas without cheese. I questioned theirs, especially since they got pepperoni.

- We offered a gluten-free pizza that took twenty minutes to cook (ordinary pizzas took five). There was one man I came to recognize who showed up at least every other week to order a gluten-free pizza. I very much hope that he had a season’s pass, or he was spending upwards of $70 a week for the privilege of waiting on a pizza.

- A child came in with his parents one day and they began asking about the ingredients in all our food. As my coworker began to answer, I stopped him and asked if this were an allergy question; when told yes, I asked them to wait and went to hunt down a manager, as company policy stated that only managers or higher could answer questions regarding allergies. My coworkers did not understand why I was wasting people’s time like this. I attempted to explain to them that I had no desire to kill a seven-year-old because I thought I knew better than the allergen manual. They continued to ridicule me. The mother made a point of thanking me in front of my supervisor when she arrived for apparently being the only person who was concerned about the well-being of her child, who was evidently allergic to everything.

- This was far from the only argument I had with my coworkers about allergen safety. I fear for the customers.

- A man came into my line one afternoon, looked at me, looked at the salads, looked at me, looked at the salads again, looked at me, pointed directly at the salads, and said, “You sell salads?” I expended every ounce of willpower I had left not to respond, “No, sir, those are small ornamental shrubbery.”

- Victoria Justice came to give a concert at our park one afternoon. I have never heard any of her music, but between the fact that she was apparently an elitist bully to the ride attendants (and other guests) when she was enjoying her day at the park and the fact that the park was sold out that day with mostly girls under the age of twelve, all of whom wanted pizza for lunch, I have decided that I hate her.

- A couple came through my line. We recognized each other. They were parishioners at the church I had worked for prior to the amusement park. I left the church because I was fired in a very underhanded and unprofessional manner. I cheerfully told them to say hello to everybody for me. They left very quickly.

- Part of our job was to engage any guests waiting in line in conversation, especially the children. I was exceptionally good at this part of my job. My coworkers were either in awe or jealous.

- The number of people who did not understand that I did not have their special orders ready before they thought to order them was mind-boggling.

- A toddler came into my line and began chattering with me. This would not have been unusual, except that his parents were nowhere in sight, nor was any other adult, as they were all in the other room watching the show. I leaned as far over the counter as I could to keep the little guy talking and in sight until an adult came to take responsibility for him. To this day, I sincerely hope that the adult who came for him was actually his mother.

- While attempting to close down our second line, I used one of the four doors to the small refrigerator cases to support myself as I pushed myself from a squatting position to a standing one. I ripped the door off its top hinge.

- My coworker made a joke one night about something she would like to do. I explained how it would be possible. Her eyes filled with fear. I had to explain that I am a writer and had done research for a mystery novel and that I have not, in fact, ever cut someone’s feet off at the ankles with a cake knife.

- I became somewhat well-known among my coworkers for knowing all the words to the songs in the shows that went on in the dining area while we were cooking/serving. Strangely enough, my coworkers were less confused as to how I, a 23-year-old, knew ‘80s pop songs than they were as to how I, a 23-year-old, knew German drinking songs.

- Three days before the end of the summer, having been friends with one particular colleague for nearly five months, I had to pull out my ID to prove to her that I was in my twenties and not, in fact, nineteen.