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anonymous asked:

Can any of the kids in South Park skateboard?

Stan: except her, apparently 

The Art of Remembering // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Reader is left without her memories after surviving a car accident involving an unsub.

Requested by: Anonymous

Originally posted by toyboxboy


Spencer could hear himself scream your name as he watched the scene unfold.

It was difficult to see. He watched the unsub’s car, the one with you inside of it- tied up with rope that dug into your skin and tape across your mouth that muffled your screams. He saw it hit the wall. He wasn’t sure if the unsub had lost control or whether he had done it on purpose, choosing to end his life instead of facing the consequences that came with being caught. All he knew was that his heart stopped beating the moment the car crashed into the building and sent you flying through the broken windows and onto the hard pavement.

He was sure you were dead. Your body laid limp amongst the shattered glass on the floor. Blood was seeping from the back of your head and he could feel his heart being torn as he ran towards you, his eyesight blurred at the tears that instantly filled his eyes.

It was all a blur. He remembered bits and pieces. The harsh flashing lights of the ambulance. The blinding white walls of the hospital. The hard seats of the waiting room. The feeling that overwhelmed him when the doctor came in to announce what had been your fate. He remembered the sense of relief when he said you had made it.

His heart didn’t truly shatter until he was allowed to see you. You were finally awake and he was ecstatic as he rushed in to wrap his arms around you. What he didn’t expect was the way your body froze in a mixture of alarm and confusion. He pulled away and he immediately saw it in your eyes. You didn’t remember him.

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i want to see more of hunk. not as in like fanwork or whatever (though it’d be REALLY nice too) but more of hunk in terms of the show itself: of how the creators of the show handle his character. like who he is, what’s he struggling with, what makes him tick. and yeah okay he’s the yellow paladin, and yeah he’s an engineer, and yeah he likes food, but what else? we got to see a small (honestly tiny) glimpse of a character arc when they rescued the balmera and hunk finally realized what it meant to be a hero and a paladin of voltron, but that’s a short term kind of character development at most. what’s the long term one? what is he afraid of? what does he desperately want to do? what’s something that would come in the way of saving the universe when push comes to shove and he has to make a choice?

and i know some people are gonna be like “chill it’s not that deep, he’s just a character he doesn’t need to have a complex, elaborate backstory,” but then you have to remember that he’s one of the five paladins, the main characters, and explain why he’s the only paladin without a “complex elaborate backstory”. even though we’re only just a season in, all the other paladins have already been given hints of deeper characterizations that could be further taken apart and tinkered with in the succeeding episodes — shiro with his ptsd, and how he constantly struggles with the pressure and responsibility of being the one who has his team’s lives resting on his shoulders again; pidge with her family, and how she would willingly drop everything and everyone as long as she gets to save them because they’re her family and she would do anything to get them back; keith with his identity, and how he has to come to terms with who he is and what he needs to do without running away from it all; and lance with his self esteem issues, and how at the end of the day, even if he seems all talk, he’d put his own safety on the line in a heartbeat if it meant saving someone else’s life.

all the other paladins have already been given so much depth even from just the first season, so why is hunk still constantly reduced to just the guy who loves food?

Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: hi! can u write  peter parker imagine where ur tony’s daughter and you always go to visit peter. but you two haven’t told anybody about your relationship. and so you two got shopping one day and he decides to take you out on a date instead and Tony’s at the same restaurant that he took you to. and so ur trying to hide from him and stuff. and then on the same day tony shows up at his apartment and peter gets really nervous and scared that he might find out that you two are together.

A/N: it’s long ;3

Warning: None


You knocked on the window of Peter’s apartment. Peter’s back was turned towards you and he had his earbuds in. You sighed in annoyance and knocked again. It seemed that Peter couldn’t hear you because of the music.

‘‘Peter!’‘ you yell through the window.

Peter couldn’t hear you again which made you angrier. You started slamming the window with your first, yelling for Peter’s attention. Of course, Peter’s music was still blaring into his ears. His focus was on his phone, which gave you an idea.

‘‘You’re so deaf sometimes, Parker.’‘ you sigh, rolling your eyes.

You reach into your back pocket and fished out your phone. When you got it out, you pulled up Peter’s messages and saw that he was typing something. You waited as he typed, when he sent the message, you wanted to throw your phone at the ground.

‘‘Where are you Y/N?’‘ peter texted.

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Emil and Mickey at a buffet dinner

Emil: *Puts a fuck ton of pasta on plate*

Mickey: *sarcastically* are you sure that’ll be enough?

Emil: Well, I love Italian food.

Mickey: Oh really?

Emil: Yeah. You know. Italian food, Italian wine, Italian boys– err..shoes, I meant Italian shoes..

The time of day that each sign represents!

Aries: The colourful sky that the sun paints with its rays as it settles down, disappearing behind the other side of the tired earth (sunset). This represents their happy personality and mesmerizing beauty.

Taurus: Sunrise, which can either be really amazing or make one upset (wants to sleep obvs). It showcases their personality. They can be the happiest person alive but when they’re upset, you’d want to steer clear of them.

Gemini: Late morning, around the same time that they usually sleep in late until. It can be seen in two very accurate perspectives. They feeling really lazy or they’ve had an eventful night and now needs LOTS of rest.

Cancer: Portrayed as late evening (7-8pm) when the world is peaceful, supper is being made (NB lots of salt added) and it’s prime time for scrolling to find memes or literally making a cocoon in bed and sleeping.

Leo: They represent 3am because this is when anything is possible in your mind. This represents that their personality can either be as dark as the night will be or as as bright as the sun that will rise in a few hours.    

Virgo: 11:11 (am or pm) because they’re full of happiness and opportunities! Always able to count on them to make you feel better or offer some friendly advice. Literally the only wish you need.

Libra: Early afternoon, literally the peak of everyday when the sun is almost as blinding as their dazzling smile. Anything that happens at this time can either make or break your day, just like their presence.  

Scorpio: Midnight, when you’re all alone with your thoughts. Represents their love for being alone and enjoying some “me time” while absorbing the quietness.

Sagittarius: 10pm, the moment you remember the homework you should’ve done. In other words, represents their loving yet forgetful soul. No matter how tough it gets they always persevere and are determined to finish what needs to be done.

Capricorn: The early early morning before the sun rises when most of the world still sleeps in darkness while the other half buzzes with the on goings of people. This represents their exciting and busy life while still having another side of them that not many people know about.

Aquarius: Late afternoon, that time after lunch when you’ve just stuffed yourself with like five helpings of dessert and you can’t move anymore but you still want to get up to go get more but it’s too far so you just kinda lie around. Yeah that’s basically it. Food fanatic forever (check that alliteration).

Pisces: Time ??? what’s that ??? who has time for anything when staying in bed and exploring the dark inter-web is an important thing ???

anonymous asked:

41. Comfort Food, anyone but Hunk--everyone has comfort food, not just foodies ;3

(send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase!)

“Popcorn,” Lance says. “Like, movie theatre popcorn. With extra butter.”

“Gross,” Keith says, shuddering.

“Oh yeah? What’s your comfort food then, mullet man?”

“Don’t call me that.” Keith crosses his arms, considering the question seriously before he answers. “Hot chocolate, maybe.”

“That’s a drink,” Pidge says, pointing at him. “Doesn’t count.”

“I think it’s okay so long as it’s real hot chocolate?” Hunk says. “You know, actual melted chocolate with milk, not that powdery crap.”

“Ah, but is melted chocolate a food, or a liquid?” Lance asks.

“Both?” Shiro offers, looking up from his datapad.

Lance wags his finger. “Nope, no no no, we don’t do that middle of the road stuff here. Gotta pick one.”

Shiro shrugs, pushing away from the table and wandering towards the fridge, ducking inside for a water bottle.

“I like my middle of the road approach,” he says.

“My Dad–” Keith starts, only to cut himself off, nearly choking on the words. Everyone turns to him, startled and wide-eyed, uncomfortably attentive.

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TalesFromYourServer: It can only get better from here right? Holy wow this rant is almost as long as my night.

Alright folks, I just had to vent to some people who will understand my frustration. This is my first post and I am still red in the face so please forgive my possibly incoherent rambling. Also for the formatting, I’m currently sitting in a booth furiously typing this.

I work for a chain restaurant in a Midwestern city. These past two weeks have been an absolute nightmare, I’ve had to deal with more assholes than a port-o-potty at a taco Bell construction site. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve had nothing but jerks who complain about everything like “you didn’t tell me the burger would come with this weird sauce on it.” “Ma'am, it states it right there in the menu.” “Well I thought it meant ketchup.” Or “how could you bring my daughter a regular cherry Pepsi? She’s diabetic, she needs a diet.” Effff my life.

Anyways, that brings us to tonight. Two lovely ladies walk in and I go to greet them

Me: “hello, how a-”

B word 1: ”water. Ice. Lemon.” “Ok, and for y-”

B word 2: “water. Lemon. Absolutely no ice.”

I come back with their drinks and ask if they’re ready. They say no. I walk into the kitchen. 30 seconds later, expo tells me “table 42 pressed your call server button.” I go check on them,

Me: “you guys all set?”

B2: “Scoff no, it’s only been like one minute. I had a question.”

I answer her question, to which she replies with a disgusted face, “wow, that’s all you got? K, whatever.”

I give them a few more minutes to look over things and they order burgers, cooked well done.

When their food comes, B2 asks for a side of BBQ. Ok easy enough. I come back to her burger cut in half, and she begins to freak out at how raw her burger is. I ask if she wants an upcook, she says no because “I’ve already waited long enough.” B1 asks for a side of BBQ. Ok, wish I could have just grabbed them both at the same time. I come back and B2 throws her burger across the table and says her food is fucking disgusting and can’t eat it. At this point I’m annoyed and just look at her “well, what do you want me to do if you don’t want me to fix it?” I end up taking it back into the kitchen, and I kid you not, there’s not a single trace of pink anywhere in her burger. You could play hockey with it. So I just put it in the hot window for a minute to warm it up and bring the same burger out. She then proceeds to scarf down the whole thing. The manager comped her meal. After I told her, she said “yeah, like you should have.” At this point I just want them out so I drop off the check but ask if they want dessert or anything else. “Well since we’re not paying for the food, yeah we want dessert.” After their dessert I drop off the check again and B1 throws her military ID at me and says “I expect a discount for that too.” They pay and leave. Left me a wonderful note saying:

“Was a bitch (probably)

Talked too much (which I didn't​)

Didn’t ask about dessert (which I did)

Is an idiot (her der)

Talked about us (which they couldn’t have possibly heard because I was in the back office with my manager)

Stiffed.

Then immediately after that, I had a table which, after they had already eaten and paid, called another store in town to complain that I hadn’t given them a Monday night special price (that has been discontinued for months). Manager comes up to me and says "I just got off the phone with another manager and she told me we had guests in our dining room complaining about you?” She goes to talk to them and explain that the special is discontinued, which is exactly what I told them.

Stiffed.

Had a table transferred to me so the non-closer could go home. “Well you didn’t really do anything for us.”

Stiffed.

Then, our regulars who come in and “forget” every single week that we close at 11. I was prepared and strategically dropped off their check at 11:01 so they couldn’t order anything else like they always try to do. “Wait hold on, I wanted another beer. You didn’t even tell us about last call!”

"Sir, when you ordered that beer, it WAS last call.”

“Well we wanted more food.”

“Well I’m sorry about that, but we’re closed now.”

Stiffed.

Fucking A. Are people getting worse or am I?

5 days til vacation… 5 days til vacation…

Rant over.

By: babesuruncle

The In-Between Part 2

Summary:  This is a college!AU where Sam and the reader attend the same university.

Characters: AU!Sam x Reader, AU!Dean x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (oral, male and female receiving, fingering, unprotected sex), Angst, swearing

Word Count:  2622

A/N:  This is Part Two, you can find Part One HERE.  I loved going back to college so much that this became a series.  There will be at least three parts.

Thank you to my lovely pal @wheresthekillswitch for being my MastaBeta on this one.

Italics are the end of Part One.

Gif is from Google Search, credit goes to the owner. 

 

 

Dean whips the car around in a u-turn, parking by the sidewalk where you’re standing.  His control of the car is unbelievably sexy.  He shuts off the engine and climbs out, the car doors squeaking as he does.

“It’s good to see you,” he says, pulling you into a hug.

“You too.  What’re you doing here?”

“I live here,” he says a little sheepishly.  “I moved here when Sammy got accepted.  I work in a shop downtown.”

“Oh, that’s great.”

“What about you, why are you here?”

“I live here too,” you laugh.  “I bought my place,” you gesture down the street, “when I got accepted.”

“No family?” he asks.

“No, just me.”

“Yeah, it’s just me and Sam.”

The conversation lulls for a moment.

“Well, I was just heading home; you wanna join me for a beer and maybe some food.”

“Yeah, I’m off work.  Lead the way.”

The two of you walk towards your house in an easy silence.

—-

“So when’d you get back into town?” Dean asks, leaning back against the couch.

“A few weeks ago,” you say, setting your beer on the coffee table.  You plop down next to him.  “It still feels weird being back and only hearing English.” You laugh.  “But the timing couldn’t have worked better, I needed to get away and clear my head,” you say a little more seriously.

“I’d say going to the other side of the planet is definitely getting away.”  He chuckles.  “But you’re ok now?”

“Yeah.  I mean, do I wish things had gone differently? Absolutely, but what’s done is done.  The only way through is forward, right?”

“That’s an extremely well adjusted approach.”

“Six months can give you some perspective, I guess.”

“Well, if you ask me, he was an idiot.  Don’t get me wrong, Jess is a nice girl, but you…”

He gestures at you and you can’t suppress the blush that floods your cheeks.  You look down trying to get your face under control when Dean gently slips his finger under your chin, tilting your face up.  His green eyes searching and before you can think, speak or even breathe his mouth is on yours.  Your eyelids flutter shut as his full lips press against your lips, you part them deepening the kiss.

Instinctively you scoot closer to one another.  Wrapping your arms around his neck you run your fingers up and through his hair.  He growls into our mouth, playfully biting your lower lip.  His strong hands grip your hips and he pulls you over him, your legs nestled on either side.  You run your hands down his firm chest, skimming your hand under the hem of his shirt.  Dean breaks the kiss long enough to pull his shirt and yours over your heads.  A sound you can’t quite describe escapes his lips as he takes in your lace bra.

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