sounds like a recipe for disaster

Top 5 Buffy Episodes

1. Once More With Feeling - a musical episode in a vampire-related teen drama television series. Sounds like a recipe for disaster. Turns out to be one of my favourite TV episodes of all time

2. Hush - almost a silent episode, Hush is such a well-done, creepy episode. Also, shout-out to Doug Jones as one of the Gentlemen

3. Tabula Rasa - Randy “Horny, Desperate for a Shag” Giles. Need I say more?

4. Fool for Love - I love this episode as a whole but I’ve put this on the list mainly because of that scene when it cuts between the past and present, Spike talking to/addressing Buffy.

5. Grave - in case anyone hasn’t seen it yet, I’m not going to spoil major details But that final scene with Willow and Xander is one of the most powerful scenes of the series, in my opinion

I really freaking love this show, okay? XD

anonymous asked:

something that bugs me about the human zoo is. if they 'mate and have a baby how the hell do they take care of the baby? the people in the zoo are mentally young imo and probably dont know how much care a baby needs... and i doubt pink diamonds followers know about it either. Hell, even rose didnt really know much about babies before meeting one. who takes care of the pregnant person and their baby?? it sounds like a recipe for disaster.

oh fuck, I didn’t even catch that. I was gonna say maybe the earrings have instructions for this but, like you said, gems don’t know what the fuck a baby is. maybe instincts?????

A long ass rant coming

So my teen wolf followers probably know how salty I can be when it comes to stydia, but this time I’m really discussing something about their real that bothers me and keeps me from liking or shipping it. I can’t count how many times people say they have good development and “unlike the other ships, stydia will stay together forever because that’s how much they love each other” and all that. Of course, everyone wants to believe their OTP will stay together, but when I really think about it, how exactly would they achieve a long term relationship. With marriage and children like the shippers love to stress about stydia. Here’s what I see, and probably many others; Stiles and Lydia really don’t know each other at all, and definite not enough to make a romance work for long. I’m asking, what does Stiles know about Lydia from what we have seen? He knows that she is smart, pretty, a banshee, and she loves him. What does Lydia know about Stiles? That he used to be obsessed with her, that he loves to solve mysteries, and that he loves her. Honestly, I can’t really blame people for thinking stydia is this deep relationship with the whole “emotional tether”. It’s easy to think that that’s enough. But it really seems like they are going into a relationship because they confessed their love and that’s it. Not because they accept each other for who they are, not because they want to purely explore some potential romance, and not because they mutually fell in love at the same time. Stiles was pining for so long, and he quit. Lydia still didn’t return his feelings, so they became friends. Now she is in love with him. We already know how that makes no sense, but what exactly would make Lydia be in love with stiles? They have shown that Lydia knows what she deserves in the past seasons. She was confident and passionate about herself. So here is my question. What does she love about stiles other than the fact that he has saved her life a few times and that he loves her? What does stiles loves about Lydia other than the fact that she is smart and pretty? The show has given us nothing more than these reasons. People would probably say “oh he loves that she is strong and she loves that he would do anything for her”. I recall only one time that stiles told Lydia to believe in her instincts. The rest regarding her banshee abilities was him calling her crazy, a nutjob, a whack job, and the cause of suicides. And Lydia loving him just because he would do anything for her? That sounds like a kind of superficial reason if you ask me. My point is, stiles and Lydia seem to only focus on the surface of each other. They haven’t given me signs that they really KNOW each other as people. So them having a romance without having actual knowledge of what each of them is actually like? And instead starting the relationship after this big dramatic event of him disappearing, of course she’d believe she was deeply in love. And what would Stiles do? As long as he keeps saving her and all that, then she’ll keep loving him? It’s a recipe for disaster. Them jumping into this without knowing what exactly they are dealing with in each other. It’s been 6 seasons, and we’ve gotten all talk about how “deep” and “emotional” stydia is, but I haven’t been given PROOF. They haven’t had deep and meaningful conversations with or about each other. I’m not talking about the one time stiles told Lydia to believe that she’s right about her instincts. Where’s all the emotional tether stuff? I need more than a rift opening with no dialogue or actual reason behind it. I need solid reasoning as to why they are emotional tethers and why LYDIA of all people opened the rift. All the “soulmates” stuff isn’t gonna cut it. I know y'all are probably thinking “well stalia didn’t know each other and Scira and Marrish and Scallison didn’t know each other, so why is it different for stydia?”. That’s the thing. Stalia, Scira, Scallison, Marrish, they all literally knew NOTHING about each other. It was a blank canvas. None of them believed that they knew each other, they were strangers. The started fresh and learned what exactly they liked or loved about each other. But with stydia, they are making it seem like stiles and Lydia already have each other all figured out and are ready to be in this romantic relationship with all these false ideas about each other and that they’ll have some fairytale ending. But what happens later on? What will KEEP them together in the future? It takes more than an idea of them being automatic soulmates to make the relationship last and make sense. Malia loved that stiles believed in her from the start and let her feel loved for an amount of time. Stiles loved that Malia would never judge or leave him. Scott loved that Allison loved him despite him being a werewolf and her dad’s enemy. Scott loved Kira because he saw her for who she actually was, fox and all. Kira loved Scott for accepting every part of her without judgments. Lydia liked Parrish because he was the first person to really get her being a harbinger of death, Parrish liked Lydia because of how she helped him discover who he really was. Stiles loves Lydia because…she’s Lydia Martin. Lydia loves Stiles… because he has kissed and saved her ass too many times to count. All the other relationships learned to love/ accept each other’s flaws and move on to make the relationship work despite them. They went from knowing nothing about each other to knowing almost everything, or at least enough to continue and cooperate as a couple or a potential couple. Stydia is in reverse. They think they know each other and think they’re ready to love each other unconditionally, but haven’t actually discovered each other’s downsides yet. In other words, they’re pretty much going into this relationship blind with unrealistic expectations of each other as romantic partners. Thoughts and feedback @trolling-since-chernobyl @jobrdais @robwrecks @i-thought-you-and-i @girlmeetssterek @staliasupportsfeminism @itwillbekillian @shadowandbones @reddragonlilly7 @ross-torres @do-not-come-here1 @cel and anyone else wants to add or share their views on this

anonymous asked:

isak and jonas try baking while totally wasted. even to the rescue 🙄🙄🙄😕😕😕

This prompt is so cute!! Literally adorable and I may have veered off a bit into crack, but I’m dying.

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Were there steps leading up to this moment?

Isak would like to imagine so… but truthfully the whole night is kind of a blur. Like one big mass of beers and then shots and then Never Have I Ever and-

Whoa, Isak has got to stop thinking this hard or he’ll tip over.

“It’s a great idea,” He says, a little louder and a little less coherent than he had intended by the looks that Mahdi and Jonas give him. Mahdi gives him the finger and rolls over to fall back asleep on the couch. He adjusts his volume, “We can do this.”

“Yesss,” Jonas downs the rest of his mixed drink, and points, “To the kitchen! What’re we making?”

Jonas sounds hammered. Isak laughs at the thought and nearly careens into Magnus, who’s passed out cold on the floor in front of the couch cradling an empty Vodka bottle like a teddy bear, “Oops.”

“Isak- man.. what’re we mak- making?”

“Oh- um,” he thinks real hard at the ingredients currently housed on Noora’s shelf. “Cookies? Brownies?”

Jonas smiles and fuck his eyes are squinted like fuck Maybe they shouldn’t have smoked a bowl in between drinks. “Cookies sound…. fucking amazing.”

“Cool.”

Okay so it’s safe to say that it does not go well.

There is flour coating the floor from where Isak grabbed the bag too hard and it exploded. A half-opened bag of chocolate chips seem to be more smeared on Jonas’s face than in the sad excuse for a batter.

And they couldn’t find the measuring cups….or a written recipe- so he and Jonas just kind of poured things that would logically go into cookies and decided to see what would happen.

As it turns out- disaster.

Isak groans, “Even makes great cookies.”

“Eveeeennn,” Jonas drawls, using his hands to half knead the mass in the mixing bowl and throw chunks at Isak, “Where is he?”

And that- that’s a good question.

“He should be here!” And fuck, Isak is getting loud again, but the sudden excitement at the thought of his boyfriend makes him fucking happy, alright?

He pulls out his phone and tries the passcode. And tries. And tries.

“It’s broken.” Isak curses and then reconsiders, “Wait. Fuck, Jonas, what’s my birthday?”

“You’re so fucking trashed man.”

“Fuck you. Even’s is the 12th of February…. and mine is…”

“Do you not use the fingerprint?”

“Oh.”

The phone rings for about 20 seconds before Even finally picks up. And when he does, he sounds just like he does in the rare mornings that Isak is awake before him- grumpy and out of it. “Isak? Are you okay?”

“Evy!” Isak turns away from Jonas when he boos at Isak’s cute nickname for his boyfriend, “Hallaaa.”

There is silence on the other line and Isak frowns.

“Are you drunk? Or high? Or some mix of the two?”

“Maybe.” Isak grabs a rolling pin and gestures for Jonas to throw him a scrap of dough. The roller would make for a good American baseball bat, so he treats it as one and smashes the dough back at Jonas, “Come over. I miss you and I want to see you.”

“Baby,” That’s Even’s patient tone, “It’s 3am.”

“Please?” Isak glances at the mess on the counter, “we’re baking. what if we like- burn the house down or something. You’d feel pretty bad if you weren’t here for that.”

“Isak.”

“See you sooooooon.” Isak hangs up and high fives Jonas. Or attempts to. Jonas’s hand is a bit blurry and moving a bit too fast.

——-

Even uses his key to be let in, which is great because Isak and Jonas are currently on the kitchen floor singing their hearts out to ABBA and there is no way Isak would have heard him.

“Halla?”

Isak climbs up from the floor and pulls Even into a kiss almost immediately. Even entangles himself after several long moments. “I hear you’re baking?”

“Mmhmm.” Isak steps over Jonas, who has gone from singing the lyrics, to mouthing them on the floor as his eyes droop. “Here.”

Even takes one look at the bowl and grins. “That is the shittiest batch of dough I’ve ever seen.” He pokes it, “Did you even put eggs in it?”

Isak shrugs, “I don’t remember.”

“Okay, Gordon Ramsey,” Even puts the bowl down and wraps his arms around his swaying boyfriend. Which feels awesome. Isak is content with this situation. “You smell so bad. Like weed and beer and sugar cookies. It’s awful.”

But he doesn’t move away, so Isak counts it as a win.

“I’m so fucking tired.” Isak yawns into Even’s chest and gestures toward his room. “Can we finish baking tomorrow?”

Even snorts and turns off all of the burners- which had no business being on- and then the oven. “Yeah alright. Let’s go to bed.”

——–

In the morning, just when the pounding in Isak’s head was at it’s very peek and he was curled up into Even’s side, he heard the front door close.

And then.

And then.

Eskild.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE KITCHEN. ISAK!”

HOME (BTS V Imagine) | Part 4

There are part one here and part two here and part three here ~ Enjoy 
Disclaimer: Picture found on Pinterest with the credit given to the account with the logo and no editing.

FOUR

“Let it out, let it all out.”, I said to him, clapping his back as he reached out for the toilet and threw up what was left in him. It was a mixture of vodka, tequila, tears and misery. Sounded like a recipe for disaster, and smelled like one, too.

It was supposed to be a night out. One that he had determined to make the most of, to drink up and forget about that horrible breakup. So we made for the best nightclub in the city and were “ready to party”, as he so eloquently quoted. But little did he know, while he was taking shots, he accidentally swallowed up his consciousness and dignity, which led to this embarrassing moment. At 2 in the morning, in the girls’ bathroom, one was blocking her nose and the other was throwing up. Liquor out but the broken heart remained. He started to cry. Again.

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Mr and Mrs Denver

Originally posted by thetriofromuncle

Requested by anonymous:

“Hi!! Can you do a Napoleon Solo where the reader and him have to act like their married for a mission (like in the illya one) except Solo catches feelings for her and starts to love her and then she gets hurt. He starts to panic and confesses his love.”

Warnings: Violence, sexual comments, fluff, swearing

Note: Ah I’m so excited for my first solo imagine, I love him <33


The vacant, still street was completely silent apart from the clicking of your heels on the pavement. The night was cool, cold actually. So cold that each breath became visible in front of you like a wisp of smoke as you exhaled. A breeze picked up on the street causing a shiver to run down your spine. In response to this you automatically gripped onto your leopard print coat, pressing it into your body more.

It didn’t help that underneath this coat all you were wearing was a skin tight, barely there dress. It was designed to attract the attention of a certain sleazy, ex-government official and it had worked. You had retrieved the stolen government files just like Waverly had instructed you to do, now the problem was getting the hell out of here. Waverly had told you to meet him at a certain hotel but the problem was you had no money for a cab (there was no room for you to put it anywhere in your dress, obviously) and no way to call him to get yourself picked up. 

So, you had to walk.

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Prompt List

So as promised the prompt list is up! Feel free to send in a number with a character and we shall write it out for you! The restrictions remain the same: no smut and no writings on real life actors\celebrities. Fluff, sure but that’s it really.

Have a great day guys! 

Loads of love,
Circe and Charlie 


1. “Am I missing something here?”

2. “That was definitely not how it was supposed to turn out.”

3. “Oh jeez! How long have you been standing there!?”

4. “Wait! You’re not…? But I thought….!” ____ said. “Yeah that makes more sense.”

5. “Hey aren’t you supposed to be somewhere right now?”

6. “Are you absolutely sure that this is a good idea?”

7. “Do you hear that? That’s the sound of my awesomeness.”

8. “And your point is…?”

9. “Congratulations. I think you found the world’s thinnest argument.”

10. “There is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

11. “You’re blocking the view.”

“I am the view.”

12. “Thank you for your valuable insight you idiot, now shut up and sit down.”

13. “Hey is that my shirt?”

14. “I wanna see you try.”

15. “Whaaaaaat? Pffft. No!” *Nervous laughter* 

16. “I’m ready for anything!”

17. “I have nothing to do with this!”

18. “This is a recipe of disaster.”

19. “But did you die??”

20. “It’s all about skill, precision and- oh fuck just hit it!

 21. “I could have died!”

“You tripped over it!!!”

“I could have died!”

22. “Uuuuuh I’m dyyying.”

“Calm down, drama queen. It’s just a cold.”

23. “I love you.”

“Thank you.”

“Aren’t you gonna say it back?”

“I don’t think we’re quite there yet. Like sure I’d roundhouse kick someone who tries to hit you but I’m not sure about love. Or about a roundhouse kick cause I can’t do that.”

24. “There is absolutely nothing which can come between us.”

25. “Can you cuddle with me please?”

26. “I’d choose you over Brad Pitt any day.

 27. “I don’t deserve you.”

28. “Can I have a kiss in return?”

29. “I don’t care what anyone else says, I love you and I’m sticking with you.” 

30. “Hey look at me. Look at me. This idiot loves you.”

I want to see a story about spy gadget failures.  When the ejector seat goes off at the wrong time in a car chase, and the secret message self-destructs before it’s listened to, and the tear gas talcum powder goes off when the wrong person opens the suitcase.

The garrote wire in the watch comes loose and catches on things.  The rocket belt gets bumped in the suitcase and ruins the luggage (and sets off a smoke detector, and ruins some more things, possibly in a fancy hotel).  The voice changer sounds like it’s going through puberty. 

And honestly, who puts a laser in a wristwatch?  That’s a recipe for several different kinds of disasters.  The list is endless.

Maybe all this is because of a lack of funding, and a need to use cheap/old devices.  Maybe they’re prototypes that haven’t been tested properly.  Or maybe they’re just normal technology like in the real world, which doesn’t always behave the way we expect it to!

anonymous asked:

hi! I was wondering if you know of any fics where they're roommates? thank you :)

Hey! So this list contains fics where they’re both roommates and flatmates, sorry for the delay!

ROOMATES/FLATMATES

Close Quarters (11oyd)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 10,849, Summary: Harry needs a roommate. Draco volunteers. Problems ensue, but at least Harry makes some good tea.

Building It Together (digthewriter)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 27,850, Summary: Forced proximity can only lead to bad things, right? Right.

The Trouble With Good Sense (RurouniHime)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 7,863, Summary: When you fill a hotel with flying quills, hands-on demonstrations, and too many Aurors, someone is bound to get cranky.

Salt On The Western Wind (Saras_Girl)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 60,549, Summary: When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected.

No Walls Around My Heart (Lomonaaeren)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 9,744, Summary: Ten years ago, Harry and Draco got together. Now, they’re not too busy in the middle of the celebration to think about how it happened, at Hogwarts, in their eighth year, when sharing a room shoved them together.

when we’re done sleeping (we’ll stay busy dreaming) (megyal)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 1,729, Summary: An Auror protects an important member of the Wizengamot.

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight (Omi_Ohmy)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 35,723, Summary: When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too.

Legs Of Distraction (olimakiella)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 12,469, Summary: Harry give us his version of how Draco re-entered his life.

Crup-tion Of The Not-So-Innocent (calanthe)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 18,230, Summary: If you thought that befriending Draco Malfoy would be easier than defeating the Dark Lord you’d be wrong. Harry Potter has to grow another pair of legs and a forked tail before he can break down the frosty barrier blocking the way into Malfoy’s heart (and his underpants).

House Proud (astolat)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 23,112, Summary: His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.

Remote (sara_holmes)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 7,102, Summary: How to win back your television remote and get your obnoxious flatmate to shut his trap for more than a minute and a half.

The Gentlewizard Club (Sophie_French)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 28,129, Summary: Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.

Crossing Line (Ren)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 47,990, Summary: While investigating a ring of smugglers, the Aurors receive a tip saying that the European Express is being used to move contraband across state lines. To solve the case, Harry has to unmask the smugglers and find the hidden contraband before the luxury train reaches Bulgaria. Draco Malfoy is also on board… but that’s just coincidence, isn’t it?

(The Piece) I Was Missing All Along (lauren3210)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 30,778, Summary: Draco and Harry have been flatmates and best friends for years, and Draco thinks life is just perfect that way. But when something comes along and threatens to take all that away, Draco has to decide what it is he really wants, and just how hard he’s going to work to get it. 

Sharing Different Heartbeats (talithan)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 17,125, Summary: It’s Harry’s first time in New York City, and he is determined to have a good time. How Draco Malfoy figures into this remains to be seen.

Beneath Boundless Skies (blamebrampton)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 29,813, Summary: Home is a world filled with funerals, a girlfriend who can’t bear the sight of you, and people who are convinced you came back from the dead. Bugger it, even Australia sounds good. 

You’re The Only Place That Feels Like Home (panicparade)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 2,444, Summary: With a mandatory training exercise, Harry and Draco paired together and an ill timed storm, it’s the perfect recipe for disaster. Or not?

Side Along (lumosed_quill)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 22,058, Summary: If this wasn’t a curse then it was Hell. Because surely, in Hell, all roads would lead to Harry Potter’s living room.

Domestic (frostywonder)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 54,829, Summary: Harry finds a stray and decides to take him home.

How Auror Potter Finally Solved The Most Important Mystery Of His Career (fantasyfiend09)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 9.7k, Summary: Harry is NOT in a romantic relationship with Draco; no matter what everyone else seems to believe.

Emishi theory and continuation of the Tsukuyomi theory

DISCLAIMER: I’ll post a WiP of the doujin soon, but I had to get this out of the way.

I checked the tags given to the work I posted yesterday and noticed quite a lot of people had no idea what the Emishi theory was.

(WARNING! MANGA SPOILERS)

This theory features:

  • Emishi theory.
  • Explanation for “the missing Tsukuyomi and why no one were bothered by it.”
  • Trash dad’s power’s origin. 

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The Fine Line Between Anger and Desire (Biadore) - Sadie and Artemis Charming

A/N (Artemis Charming): I cannot believe that Sadie and I came together to write and conceive this gem in a matter of hours. She is magical and I cannot love her enough! Cannot wait to hear what you guys think! We will for sure be doing more of this because now that I found her, I would be lost without my queen. Thank you to the people who made this happen, dream come true. xoxo

A/N (Sadie): I am so glad I had the chance to work with this amazing person! I don’t have words to describe the pleasure I had working with Artemis and how happy we both are because we had the chance to work together and deliver the best for you. There was a five hour difference between us but we managed to do our best with it. Thank you again for whoever that propose that collaboration, I would be literally lost without my queen. Don’t forget to let we know what you thought about it! And hopefully there will be much more coming! Xx Sadie

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Cookie Misadventures (Carry On Countdown Dec 17th)

Honestly baking and Snowbaz sounded like a recipe for disaster to me. An absolutely fun recipe for disaster. Hope you enjoy! @carryon-countdown

Baz

Baz didn’t have much experience with baking. All his life he’d been served by cooks or ordered in. Snow didn’t have a lot of experience with it either; the homes he stayed at during summer didn’t let them near the kitchens.
Snow was looking at all the ingredients Penny had been kind enough to buy for them. His brow was furrowed as he switched between looking at his phone and the package of the cookie dough.
“Snow, this can’t be that complicated. Penny got us pre-made cookie dough. All we have to do is roll it out.”
He scratched at his curls.
“Yeah but…it says to roll it half an inch thick.”
“So?”
“Well, how do we measure that?”
Baz rolled his eyes and snatched the cookie dough package from Snow.
“It’s not that big of a deal. I can figure it out.”
Snow glared at him. “Whatever.”
Baz put the dough on the cookie tray and pushed his fingers into it. Snow smirked at him knowingly.
What Snow?”
“Oh nothing.”
When Baz attempted to pick up the dough to knead it more it stuck to the tray.
“It’s just that you’re supposed to put some flour on the tray so it doesn’t stick.”
Baz felt like spelling Snow’s feet to the floor. Instead he roughly threw his hand into the flour bag and threw it on the dough. It fluffed up into Snow’s face. He blinked his blue eyes and coughed. Baz started cracking up.
“It isn’t funny Baz.”
Baz could barely breathe.
“Yes…it…is!”
Snow growled and picked up a fistful of flour. Baz stopped laughing and put his hands up defensively.
“Wait, Snow, don’t.”
He watched Snow’s jaw set and knew he didn’t stand a chance. Snow whacked Baz directly in the face with his flour. Baz wheezed out white dust and sneered at Snow.
“You absolute git!”
Snow growled for a moment and then stopped. He looked around the kitchen and started laughing. Baz tried to stay angry but couldn’t when he saw what Snow was seeing. The kitchen was an absolute mess and so were the two of them; with no Christmas cookies to show for it.
He chuckled. “Okay, fine, it’s funny. But it won’t be when we have to clean it all up later.”
Snow looked as if he was going to say something but stopped when he glanced at Baz’s face. Baz was about to ask what Snow was staring at but stayed quiet as he noticed the languid look in Snow’s eyes.
“We can always finish these later Baz.”
“Y-Yeah. You’re right.”
Snow pushed Baz into the counter and kissed him roughly. The flour became sticky on their mouths as they deepened the kiss but Baz found he didn’t mind. Snow put his hands on Baz’s hips and helped him onto the counter. Baz wondered if they would ever get the Christmas cookies done at this rate.

Penny

She had stepped out to see a movie with Agatha while she was in town and left the boys to make cookies. Agatha had come with her so she could visit with them too. As they stepped into the flat Penny sniffed the air. It smelled like burnt sugar.
Agatha raised an eyebrow.
“Were you sure they could handle this?”
Penny’s mouth hung open.
“It was pre-made dough.”
She rushed into the kitchen and almost gasped. There was flour everywhere and the burning smell was even worse. Cookies with crisp brown edges sat on the counter with melted icing on them. Simon and Baz were also covered with flour except for their mouths and some curious places on their clothes. The counter had some suspicious impressions in the flour. Both Simon and Baz looked panicked.
Simon was the first to speak, “We tried to make them like you said Penny but uh, well, they’re burnt.”
Penny looked at her watch.
“Did you just finish these?”
Baz looked away.
“We got a little distracted.”
She eyed the suspicious looking counter again.
“I can see that.”
Baz blushed and turned away. She sighed and grabbed a plate from the cupboard to load the sad looking cookies onto.
“I guess we’ll have to serve these.”
Simon and Baz nodded glumly.
“Why don’t you two get cleaned up.”
As they walked towards Simon’s bedroom Penny paused to shout at them once more.
“And try not to snog for two hours while you’re at it!”

anonymous asked:

Can you please please please please ppllleeaaassseee write some fluffy Drarry? Your writing is amazing btw

The one thing Harry loved most about moving in with Draco (other than getting to live with his boyfriend) was watching Draco learn about muggle things. Draco, who had never stepped into his kitchen in Malfoy Manor, had learned all kind of things about kitchen appliances since moving in with Harry. Harry was especially fond of the way Draco always seemed a bit caught off guard when the toast popped up out of the toaster.

There was an endless amount of things that Harry found amusing about living with Draco. The way he’d get into rows with the microwave for not heating his food properly, or blame the pot when the water would boil over because he’d put too much water in it, or how he hated the sound the hoover made.

One thing that was very surprising was that Draco seemed to love to cook. “Well, I was top of the class in potions,” Draco would say snippily.

Harry would come home from Auror training and find Draco hunched over some recipe, concentrating on it so hard that he didn’t even hear Harry come in. Some of his cooking had been a complete success, like his chicken parm. Others had been a disaster, like the banana bread that had turned to mush in the oven.

“Draco, come on,” Harry complained as Draco tried to roll out the dough yet again. For some reason he’d decided to make homemade pizza instead of just ordering it from the place down the street. “You’ve been at it for half an hour and I’m starving.”

“Then have a biscuit,” Draco grumbled, sprinkling flour onto the counter yet again and starting to knead the dough out into a kind of circle.

“I don’t want a biscuit,” Harry informed him, coming up and standing behind his boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around him from behind and kissed his neck. “I want dinner but you’re a crazy perfectionist about something as basic as pizza.”

“If you’re not going to be helpful then get out of my kitchen,” Draco said, shaking Harry’s arms off.

“Oh, it’s your kitchen now, is it?” Harry asked, stepping back and putting his hands on his hips. “I seem to recall you not even knowing what half the things in here were when we first moved in.”

Draco huffed and turned towards Harry. “What is your point?”

“My point is…” Harry said, stepping forward and crowding Draco against the counter. “I don’t have to be up early in the morning and you are wasting time trying to make a pizza that would barely cost us anything to have someone else make.”

Draco’s pupils dilated and he bit his bottom lip. “What did you have in mind?”

“Most pizza places take about thirty minutes for delivery,” Harry murmured, beginning to kiss down Draco’s neck. His hands slipped around and undid the apron Draco was wearing. “We call and order a pizza and I try to get you off before they get here. You know how I love a challenge.”

Draco grinned. “Thirty minutes is hardly a challenge, Potter.”

Harry hummed and began sucking a mark onto Draco’s neck. “True, maybe we shouldn’t call until after I’ve already started. I’d love to hear you attempt to order a pizza when you’re all out of breath and turned on.”

Draco sighed and tangled his fingers in Harry’s hair. “But I already bought the ingredients to make a pizza here.”

Harry groaned and pulled back. “Why can’t you ever just do things the easy way?” he asked, stomping over the the sofa and flopping down on his back. He looked up at the ceiling and wondered just what he was going to do with his stubborn arse of a boyfriend.

Draco walked over and stood beside the sofa. “Is this really about the pizza?”

“Yes,” Harry answered automatically before really thinking about it. “No, I guess not. How do you think it makes me feel that you’d rather make a pizza than have sex with me? It’s a real self-confidence boost, Malfoy.”

Draco stared at him, his eyes hard and determined. “You haven’t called me Malfoy in years.”

“Well sometimes you’re such a shit I can’t help it,” Harry shot back.

Draco threw a leg over Harry and lowered himself onto the sofa, curling up half on top of him. “Do you know why I’ve become so obsessed with cooking?” he asked softly, making lazy patterns over Harry’s chest with his finger.

“Not a ruddy clue,” Harry responded, gently rubbing Draco’s back.

“I thought about how you grew up,” Draco murmured, making sure not to meet Harry’s gaze. “Your Aunt and Uncle didn’t take care of you, so you can’t have had many good home-cooked meals there. You didn’t grow up with house-elves like I did. Then at Hogwarts there were feasts and I know you felt at home there. But you also felt at home at the Weasley’s and a lot of that had to do with Molly’s cooking. I wanted you to be at home here, too. So I cook for you because it’s not much of a home if we’re ordering food in every night or living off things we can put in that devil microwave.”

Harry would have laughed if he hadn’t had a huge lump in his throat. “Merlin, Draco, you sod. That was so romantic.”

“It was?” Draco said, lifting his face up and quirking an eyebrow at Harry. “I thought it was rather pathetic.”

“No, of course not,” Harry said, ducking down and kissing Draco tenderly. “I can’t believe how much thought you put into it.”

“Yes, well, your friends already talk about me enough as it is,” Draco said bitterly. “I didn’t want them to think I wasn’t capable of taking care of you.”

Harry beamed at him. “You take such good care of me,” he said, kissing Draco again.

“Don’t you forget it,” Draco said, grinning against Harry’s lips. “Now remind me again how to use the damn phone.”

I can’t have an Exigent of Porcelain Goddess since super ceramic sounds way too silly. Plus she already has that demon-blooded apprentice.

A Porcelain daiklaive is okay though :)


There should be a high-end supermode Evocation where each of the “wheel” in the blade’s hilt start to spin and the porcelain patterns begin to move independent to your sword movements, it kinda looks like the sword’s flat is a portal to another dimension and stuff.

I should probably put a glass coating on the hilt though, holding something spinning with your bare-hand is a recipe for disaster, not to mention that each of those wheel spins in the opposite direction :p

Also, sword scabbard, I don’t think I have ever seen one of those thing for any canon daiklaive ever. Do people just hang their Artifact weapon on their back or something ? @_@

Closed || A Recipe for Disaster

(bc jealous harry and cheesy thread titles are dope)

“St. John?” Harry tried not to sound too jealous but he didn’t know if it came across as such. He could understand where she was coming from him and it wasn’t like he was going to stop her.
“Well that should be…nice. Let’s just hope everyone gets along.”

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Xandra hummed - almost purred - in agreement, rubbing her cheek up against his chest and cuddling still closer to him. “How early do you reckon we’ll be able to kick them all out? Politely, of course. Whether they behave themselves or not, they’re still an impediment to a cosy night in with you, so … Can we say nine? Half nine?” Bearing in mind that their guests were arriving at eight o'clock for supper.

Something I’d Like to See in Miraculous Ladybug Season 2

Secret identities are a big deal in any superhero story, and so is having someone discover your secret.

I know a lot of people want Adrien and Marinette to find out each others secret identities, but I kind of hope they save that a little more, maybe until the end of the second season.

Likewise, having their best friends find out would be a common trope, which I also kind of want them to put off.

Instead…here’s what I’d like to see:

Nino finds out Marinette is Ladybug.

I think it would be interesting if Nino somehow figures out Ladybug identity, and it’s the girl he used to crush on and best friends of his current crush. And the person who would probably most like to know about it is his best friend. But I think Nino is a good guy and wouldn’t tell anyone what he knows, which would of course put a lot of stress on him since two of the people closest to him, Alya and Adrien, are such big Ladybug fans.

But that’s not all, I’d also like to see this:

Chloe finds out Adrien is Chat Noir

This sounds like a recipe for disaster at first, and if it was Ladybug’s identity it would be, but Chloe is so smitten with Adrien, and they are sort of friends, so I think she would actually try to keep his secret. Which would kill her because she’d love nothing more than to blab it to the world. But maybe being trusted with his secret could lead to her being (slightly) nicer to everyone.

But probably not.

I doubt either of these would happen, just me wishful thinking, but could be interesting to see.

anonymous asked:

ooooh, open prompts! I'd love to see something with the leverage ot3 and "My roommate borrowed your contraband hotpot and managed to set it on fire"

So, anon, I also got another anon asking for “something with leverage and the ”‘i can’t cook for shit and my mother keeps telling me i’ll never become anything if i can’t even make a proper meal and i somehow stumbled upon your food blog" au (preference is for ot3, but w/e floats your boat really!)“ and somehow these two prompts have combined into something that isn’t quiiiiite either of them but which hopefully satisfies both anons anyway!

And for anyone wondering, the chicken marsala thing is because I had a reread of Jennifer Crusie’s Bet Me earlier.


Hardison thinks maybe his first mistake is showing up with a state-of-the-art frying pan (and he did his research, he checked like sixty reviews to find one that’s awesome but not so expensive that it would make someone suspicious about where exactly two supposedly broke twenty-somethings are getting their funds) as his opening gambit, because it makes 4C growl at him.

“Your girlfriend did something to my frying pan.”

“There may have been a small fire and … well, you can see the remains.”

4C closes his eyes like the world is against him and maybe he wants to punch someone in the face about it. Hardison shifts back as subtly as he can. “I just got that pan perfectly seasoned, damn it.” He opens his eyes again and gives Hardison and the package in his hands a suspicious look. “And what is that?”

“The internet said it was good? And I kind of thought, well, Parker messed the old one up, we should be the ones to replace it.”

“You two are goddamn menaces, seems like every time I come home it smells like burnt food.”

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“Clark?”

“Hmm?” Clark yawned, stretched out his toes but remained mostly sleeping.

“Do you maybe want to get back down here?” Lois sounded slightly annoyed. That didn’t seem good. He cracked an eye open.

Oh. Okay. He was floating three feet above the bed. He could see how that might be a problem. Particularly when he’d taken the quilt with him. He yawned again.

“Heeey,” he said, waving down at her. She grabbed his pillow and threw it at him. He frowned as he caught it, and tucked it under his head with one arm, still floating. “I’m working on it.”

“Am I going to have to start bringing another blanket?” she asked, curling up on his sheets to stay warm.

“Nooo, you’re fine, it’s fine.” He yawned again as he drifted downward, holding the covers out so they’d land on her. “This is… no.”

“Is this going to be like that thing where Wendy had to tie the Lost Boys to their beds so they wouldn’t float off at night?”

It was a highly specific accusation. He tucked the blankets around her as he settled in next to her on the mattress.

“No, I don’t usually – I don’t think I usually…” He gestured vaguely toward the ceiling. “Flying dream.”

Flying dream?” She was either incredulous or amused. She rolled conveniently onto her side, so he pulled her close against him, an arm around her waist and his knees tucked behind hers.

“Don’t say it like it’s weird,” he huffed, nuzzling against her hair. “People who can’t fly have flying dreams, too. This is facts.”

Lois chuckled, and he pressed his forehead against her back, listened to her heartbeat. It sounded like anyone else’s, but it wasn’t. It was hers. He wished he could pinpoint exactly what it was that made it hers. He’d like to be able to identify her just by the sound of her heart beating. He wasn’t convinced that was physically possible, but he’d like to. “You don’t hear people talk about walking dreams,” she pointed out.

“’s different.”

“How?”

“It’s flying.” The light filtering through the bedroom window was artificial, billboards and streetlights. Moonlight mixed in there, somewhere, lost in neon. It landed yellow on the wall, tinted by the stained glass sunflowers he had hanging above his headboard, flower-shaped shadows.

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