bernard: i’m going to club you on the head with a rolling pin if you don’t drag yourself from your computer and eat
tim: you wouldn’t dare!
bernard: babe, i fought an entire cult keeping up with robin - a trained professional - in hand to hand combat, yes i would dare
tim: you’re genuinely frightening… it’s hot
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so fucked up that the hostage lunch that tuco made for everyone in "grilled" got interrupted by ricin hijinks, that shit looked so good
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is it like canon that Ghost is a good cook? cause i’ve read a lot of fics where he’s good at cooking or at least better at cooking than Soap.
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Another win for the suet pastry. Look at this. Look at this empty, blind-baked crust.
I used NO parchment paper. No pie weights. (I live on the edge) And LOOK AT IT! It didn't puff up in the middle. It didn't shrink. The sides didn't collapse... It only stayed exactly where I put it before I stuck it in the oven. It's PERFECT. 😭
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oh, Little Miss Perfect thinks she's too good for fried owls now, does she?
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also imagining FC1, in the Tense Meeting i definitely think he had with Edward off-screen, concluding that he can't think of a worse punishment than Edward having to do Thomas's job (deal with the big engines and their shit) for a while
and Edward (who could have definitely thought of something worse, by this point if he'd been grounded in the sheds for even a single day he would have instantly turned to dust) just scarcely, for the sake of pure friendship, trying to work up the nerve to venture to hint that maaaybe the fact that Thomas's job is the worst punishment FC1 could think of was the entire fundamental problem here
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Knuckles potentially being a foodie is something I never knew I needed so much! :3 Look how happy he is!
Oh, this? This is the face of a fluffy baby.
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i am going CRAZY all i can think about is boyfriend bakugou making breakfast over the stove. he’s shirtless, barefoot, in just a pair of sweats, and you can see so perfectly the dramatic, sweeping line of his back--from those broad shoulders down to a narrow waist, two dimples peeking out over the band of his sweatpants.
he stirs something, and you can see the play of movement along his arm--the flex of his fingers, the shift of his bicep--all that warm, toned muscle, bare in the morning sun.
his blonde hair is wild, sticking up in all directions, piecey in some places and flat on the side where he slept on it. he hears you enter the kitchen, and turns to fix you with one scarlet eye, voice still raspy with the early hour as he greets you, “morning, princess.”
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And we are in our new apartment! There's still painting to be done, everything is in boxes and we don't get internet until next week but we have made it ^^
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why,, do hou weiree so esexyx. im gonna cry, your writing js so sexy as much as your art is, its even in the format of what phhsicl books have like,, i could smell the scent of margarin being spread across a pan first befoee you began cooking up the most delicous scurmptious meal ever, seanoned, and well marinated even, and its just the appetizer...
HELGFP THIS ASK IS SENDING ME IT'S SO FUNNY NOOO THANK YOU SO MUCH!?#@$!@?# 😭😭I am for sure not a writer (or one that deserves this much praise tbh) but I'm glad you like it!! Thank you for taking the time to read through my silly rots 🥺👉👈
have extras doodles of mippy woowoo!! 🤲
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