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Futurama Appreciation Week

Day two, favorite episode: The Sting

Who will make Bender waffles just the way he likes them now?


futurama appreciation week  [day one - favorite character]: Philip J. Fry

baby, my baby | 03

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count: 3.0 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!

part one ↠ ↠ previous part part three ↠ next part

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Philip J. Fry is the Sweetest and Purest creature. He’s so Pure you have to pair him up with the biggest robot jerk on the planet and the angriest, scariest badass cyclops to ever exist to even it down! He’s the Walking On Sunshine

During Passover, many Jews avoid leavened baked goods to commemorate the hasty exodus from Egypt ­­­– which means farewell to pancakes, waffles and biscuits.

So what’s for breakfast during those eight long days? Matzo brei.

For the uninitiated, here’s what passes for a recipe: Take some matzo (aka Passover flatbread) and crumble it into chunks. (If you’ve just had a Seder, encountering leftover matzo should not be a problem.) Soak it in water until just moistened – or fairly soggy, depending on how much crispness you’d like in the finished product – then drain and beat with an egg or two. Fry it up, either scrambled or omelet-style, and serve with a sprinkling of salt – or try sugar or syrup. (The savory and sweet camps each have their devotees.)

Wake Up And Smell The Matzo: A Passover Breakfast Tradition

Photo: Tali Blankfeld/Flickr Editorial/Getty Images


two fry is too chill and also double spicy ramen

ramen regret rater called the limited edition samyang 2x spicy haek buldak bokkeummyeon a testament to the arrogance of man and i have to agree.  wow…just wow. 

also two fry has developed a little bit of a drinking problem meaning anytime that we go close to a bathroom in the house she wants us to turn on the tap for her to give us a drink which is cute but after a certain point it borders on harassment especially at three o clock in the morning because she gets to sleep in shopping bags all day and i have to go to work


TOP 50 FREELA MOMENTS (as voted by my followers) 

↳ #25. i’m as attracted to you as i’ve ever been!

Little Friend

Summary: Dean wakes up with a killer hangover and very little memory of the night before. The reader fills him in. 

Word Count: 1,500ish

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: crack, fluff, mentions of drunkenness and bad hangovers

Author’s Note: This was written for @death2thevirgin Cassie’s Classics Challenge. Congratulations on your followers! If you’re not following her, I definitely recommend it. My prompt was “Say "hello” to my little friend,“ and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by aborddelimpala


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Dean knows as soon as he wakes up that he is in trouble. His mouth tastes like something crawled in and died sometime in the last ten hours and there is a pounding in his head that makes him want to die. The room is pitch-black; lights off and the door closed. He fumbles for the bedside lamp and nearly dies when he successfully turns it on. Thank Chuck that whoever put him in bed had left a puke bucket by the bed. He hasn’t used it yet, but it is looking like a strong possibility before he notices the bottle of water and two painkillers beside the lamp.

He groans and makes his way into the kitchen. Sam is blenderizing something green that was clearly never meant to be eaten for breakfast. The noise echoes insides Dean’s head, ricochets against the inside of his skull, and settles as a throbbing between his eyes.

“Dude, what happened last night?” Dean asks.

“You mean you don’t remember?” Sam eyes him, eyebrows raised. He’s clearly not surprised.

Dean groans in response, letting his head fall to the table in defeat. “No. Did I get cursed again?”

Sam grimaces as he pulls the eggs and jam from the refrigerator. “No, just the usual hangover. But when Y/n wakes up, you might wish you had been cursed.”

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Commission for the always darling and beautiful @getinmypantskbcw! Thanks so much for allowing me to draw you gettin’ thos smooches from Big Fry, y’all are the cutest! <3

and you at home can get your very own hot off the grill by checking out my  ✨  commission info ✨

Spring Cleaning (Bucky x Reader)

I’m  currently failing at running a blog. I’m sorry guys! >.<

This was a request for a lazy Bucky and a strong Reader (like eons ago)! Enjoy!


“Bucky get up!” You stood beside the couch where the super soldier was lazily occupying the entire thing. He had a bowl of cheesy puffs sitting on the coffee table in front of him and was slowly tossing them into his mouth. 

He chewed a few more times, swallowed, batted his baby blues up at you, and then opened his stupid mouth. “No.”

You squinted your eyes at his simple reply and had to stop yourself from physically strangling the man in front of you.

“James Buchanan Barnes you promised!” Your tone was a mix between a whine and a threat. You were in no mood for this right now. You had managed to rid the tower of the rest of your teammates, sending them off on missions and vacations and on errands. All you had needed was a few days by yourself in the Tower.

But for some reason your boyfriend had refused to leave. 

And that would have been fine and dandy had he stuck to the agreement you two shook on at the beginning of the week. But here he was lazing around the dirty living room and refusing to leave so you could continue with your spring cleaning.

“(Y/N) there are plenty of other rooms in the Tower to clean! Go finished everything else and then I’ll move! Promise!” You stared into Bucky’s blue eys looking for a hint of a lie, but finally just heaved a sigh, grabbed your cleaning supplies and walked out of the living room with a dramatic groan. 


“I swear to Asgard Bucky! Get your lazy ass out of the living room!” You were once again towering over the super soldier as he layed across the couch, this time with a beer in his hand. 

“No.” He didn’t even bother to look up at you as he kept his eyes fixed on the TV which was set on the shopping channel as two ladies tried selling frying pans. 

“You. Promised.” You moved so you were blocking his view of the TV, trying to get him to look at you.

“Go clean another room! I’m watching TV!” Bucky dismissed you as he tried peeking around you to see the number flashing on the screen to call and buy the product. 

“I’ve already cleaned every other room! I’ve cleaned the kitchen, the bathrooms, the labs, the bedrooms, hell I even cleaned the gym! Now get out so I can finish!” You were shouting at this point and ready to keep going. Bucky was officially getting on your last nerve and if he didn’t move soon drastic measures would have to be taken. 

Bucky finally looked up into your eyes. There was a moment where your (E/C) eyes stared into his blue ones and as the corners of his lips tugged up to form a minuscule smile that stopped your heart, if only for a second, you thought he was about to fulfill his promise. But-


“THAT DOES IT!” You drop your bucket of cleaning supplies and bend over the now startled man. In one quick, fluid motion you have James Buchanan Barnes, feared Winter Soldier and mighty Avenger, slung over your shoulder as you carry him out of the living room.

“What the hell (Y/N)!” Bucky yells, squirming ni your grasp as you tighten your grip and keep carring him far away from the place you had finally managed to empty. “Put me down!”

“No.” The smirk on your face only grew as you got to throw Bucky’s words back in his face.

“Ha ha I get it. Now put me down!”

“No. You had the chance to move so now I’m moving you!” You opened the door to outside and Bucky’s heart stopped at what he imagined you were up to.


“Yeah Buck?”

“Don’t put me down…” His hands griped your shirt tightly as he felt your feet stop.

“What was that? Did you say put you down?”

“NO!” Bucky squirmed harder as he felt your grip on him shift. You were beginning to think the simple word had become Bucky’s catchphrase.

“Okay Buck. Whatever you want,” and with that Bucky was thrown into the massive pool, which you had spent all of the previous day cleaning.

You didn’t watch as Bucky sank quickly to the bottom. Rather you sprinted back into the safety of the Tower, telling FRIDAY to keep Bucky locked out until he had completely dried.

You heard the “click” of the lock just in time as your boyfriend came barreling up to the glass door trying with all his strength to get it opened.

“(Y/N) let me in!” He was trying to give you a sad puppy dog face but the mixture of mirth and anger dancing in his eyes made it less convincing. 


“I’m starting to hate that word,” Bucky sighed as he pressed his forehead against the glass. “I promise, for real this time, I’ll stay out of the living room.”

“It’s too late Barnes. You’re stuck out there until you dry off. Now sit and think about what you’ve done while I FINALLY go clean the living room!”


“Wow (Y/N) this place looks amazing!” Tony complimented as he, Steve, and Sam walked into the living where you had just dusted the last shelf. 

“Thank you!” You beamed at the three men who looked around in awe. Honestly the whole place looked new it had’t been cleaned in so long. 

“Where’s Bucky?” Steve asked as he returned his attention to you.

“I am right here,” your blood froze at the voice that was suddently right behind you. Before you had time to run or even yell Bucky had picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder just as you had done to him earlier. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a little swimming to do.”

“BUCKY STOP! HELP!” But the other men just stared at you and Bucky in amusement shaking their heads. 

“Is this how you used to flirt back in your day?” Tony asked Steve who simply scoffed in reply.

“Keep your clothes on!” Sam yelled after you two with quick noises of agreement from Tony and Steve.

“No.” Was once again Bucky’s simple, making your cheeks heat up as you hung your head. All you had wanted to do was clean the damn living room!


So sorry for not only it being super late but also not that good! I know I have no excuses but school is hard and I gave blood today and it made me super sick:/ 

Anyways I hope you guys like it nonetheless! Requests for one shots and preferences are open (with no promises on how long it will take). 

Two open-faced grilled cheese sandwiches smashed together DO NOT make a regular grilled cheese sandwich.

The proportions of cheese to bread are way off, so you end up with a pile of melty cheese and a bit of bread in the middle. Learn from my mistakes.

So You’ve Been Naughty, Huh? - when Cass finally returns home to his injured girlfriend after a nonstop 80 day tour, he finds out that she’s been naughty while he was away so punishment ensues

a/n: daddy cass is the only thing that i’ve been able to think about - enjoy

Tagged: @finding-bailey @ridingmoxley @outlawtornsnm @alexispoo 

WARNINGS: language, smut, Daddy!kink, spanking, etc.

I opened the fridge door, desperately searching for something to feed my grumbling asshole of a stomach. It was late morning, much later than I would usually be getting up, but I hadn’t had physical therapy today so I opted for a few extra hours sleep. My boyfriend was coming home today and I wanted to be as ready for him as possible, if you know what I mean.

I grabbed the eggs from the top shelf and cracked two into a frying pan. Pulling my phone out, I played my “Happy Thoughts” playlist and began to sing and dance along as the music blared from the speaker. I let myself completely go, only paying attention to my eggs so I wouldn’t burn them, or myself.

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