Alison

[emziess]

Face-off Heated Rivalry, S01E05

[hrgifs]

I remember being at the monitor and my intimacy coordinator and producer were like, “Is that kiss too sweet?” I remember just being like, “I don’t care. It’s so good. It’s sweet. I want it to exist.” It wasn’t scripted that way, but at the same time it was Episode 2 so there had to be hesitation. But I was like, “I love it. I just want to watch them kiss each other.” When Ilya takes his hoodie [from Shane], they just had it. 

— Jacob Tierney on the stairwell scene [via Gold Derby]

[my-2nd-account]

The difference is that jealous Ilya looks homicidal while jealous Shane looks suicidal

[vogueziam]

[hillerska-official]

Very hard to scroll tumblr on the bus in the current fandom climate (the hockey players are sucking each others dicks every other post)

[franniesbridgerton]

I don't think I can keep pretending I don't like you anymore.

You don't like me.

Yeah, I do. I think I like you maybe a little too much.

Don't. Don't fucking do this, Hollander.

CONNOR STORRIE as ILYA ROZANOV and HUDSON WILLIAMS as SHANE HOLLANDER episode 5 of HEATED RIVALRY

[wilwheaton]

[derrick532]

[mymycorrhizae]

Tommy's dramatic entrance at the end and Buck kissing him !!

[louferrignojrofficial]

'sorry i'm late. that fire was a beast.'

'so are you.'

[langernameohnebedeutung]

Honey I Shrunk La France

[ydrill]

European Politics :

[callmebliss]

And they look out so hard for the well being of the spiders AND the dolphins

[callmebliss]

@moss-wizard of course this isn’t how we serve it!!

It has to be in a dish with much higher sides, so when we go to cut it and it tries to sliiiiiide away it doesn’t escape and blorp blorp blorp across mom’s nice tablecloth

[breelandwalker]

SLICE YOUR CANNED BOGBERRY GOO INTO DISCS BEFORE SERVING, YOU FILTHY HERETICS.

[traegorn]

NO. IT WILL BE SERVED IN PROPER CAN SHAPE, AND WILL HAVE ITSELF SCOOPED INTO WEIRD SHAPES THE WAY THE GODS INTENDED

[breelandwalker]

YOU STAY OUTTA THIS, GOD-QUEEN-EMPEROR. AND TAKE YOUR CERVID STALKERS WITH YOU.

[dandelion-witch]

It's supposed to be served in can shape with two discs already sliced and laying tastefully in front

[breelandwalker]

I have consulted the scriptures and this is variation is still within the bounds of orthodoxy.

[tribblesandtribulations]

Mash the can shape up. We giving the table what they want, chaos in a dish, with a serving spoon.

[breelandwalker]

[moiracolleenodell]

Not to derail the escalating heresy, but what do dolphins have to do with cranberry bogs?

[amastodonofconflict]

[phizgigz]

cranberry is served in its can shape in the can direction, not on its side but on its cylinder

[olliums]

Right but you guys know that ocean spray also sells like. Cranberries. Which you can use to make an actually edible cranberry sauce on the stovetop in 10 minutes of unattended cook time

[aniseandspearmint]

actual cranberries? ew no thank you. The unprocessed chunky stuff is GROSS.

[oft-goes-awry]

Look, in my house, we mix it with whipped cream and freeze it in a graham cracker crust for dessert!

[somethinginterestingithink]

@oft-goes-awry

what the actual fuck?

[oft-goes-awry]

@somethinginterestingithink

Behold, my grandmother's recipe for Cranberry Surprise:

For the crust, combine 2/3 cup crushed ginger snap crumbs (put them in a large plastic bag and crumble with a rolling pin, or a mug if you don't have one) with 2 T. of sugar. Press into a 9" pie plate.

For the filling, pour a half-pint of regular whipping cream into a bowl, and beat until stiff. Mix in 2 T. of sugar and 1/2 tsp. of almond extract.

In another bowl, take a 14 oz. CHILLED can of jellied cranberry sauce and mash it with a potato masher if you've got one, or a fork if you don't. (My mom bought me a potato masher specifically so I could make this dessert at holidays without having to borrow hers.)

Once the log is goo, fold the cranberry sauce into the whipped cream mix. Yes, it's supposed to be THAT pink.

Pour the pink cream-and-cranberry mix into the crust and freeze for at least 24 hours. Cut and serve immediately upon removal from freezer.

[justgot1]

American Horror Food is one of my favorite tumblr post types.

(I make it from real cranberries but if I decide to go with Goo Log, I mash it like the unorthodox godkiller that I am.)

[strid3rofthen0rth]

I can only add that I worked in a deep freeze warehouse for a little bit when I was younger. The cranberries would come in loose around Halloween. This big machine would clean, sort, and dump them into 1000 lb wooden bins that would be forklifted and stacked to freeze in the warehouse.

One time, somebody lost control of a bin and broke it open. I would like you to picture a dozen warehouse workers slip sliding around on frozen cranberry ball bearings for hours, trying to clean them up, while you play Yakety Sax in your head. It was a nightmare.

[arianrhodsgarden]

Doesn’t everyone have a special cranberry-from-the-can serving plate and slice-cutting tool! What, are you all just living live Neanderthals?!?!

[callmebliss]

Oh my ZOD I love that

[astrid4189]

my brother is a culinary artist. one year he made some amazing cranberry sauce that nobody touched. the next year he made the same sauce, added a thickener, and set it in a ribbed can (he reused a pumpkin can iirc), and it was a hit.

we like the vague can-shaped fruit gelatin. i personally like it even more when it’s home-made.

[annleckie]

Ah, in my house we serve this standing up on a plate, and we call it Invisible Can. It is not a holiday dinner without Invisible Can.

[ayoungmother]

I feel like Thanksgiving is the holiday where we break our some of the old weird stuff from the 50s

Also I'm excited that ocean spray is an ethical company

[legendary-scholar-deactivated20]

Fireflies photograph in trees with long time exposure.

[greatmountainfloofsquatch]

He was right: I do not believe my eyes.

[audhdbuck]

i need you // i love you

[tommyknards-archive]

My favorite ship dynamic is [insp]

[whattarush]

[ninzied]

"Listen, I don't know why, but this whole thing"—he gestures at Henry's entire physical presence—"is…really doing it for me, so, I just need to." Without any further ceremony, he drops to his knees and starts undoing Henry's belt, tugging at the fastenings of his pants.

"Oh, God," Henry says.

"Yeah," Alex agrees, and he gets Henry's boxers down.

"Oh, God," Henry repeats, this time with feeling.

It's all still so new to Alex, but it's not difficult to follow through on what's been playing out in elaborate detail in his head for the past hour. When he looks up, Henry's face is flushed and transfixed, his lips parted. It almost hurts to look at him—the athlete's focus, all the dressings of aristocracy laid wide open for him. He's watching Alex, eyes blown dark and hazy, and Alex is watching him right back, every nerve in both bodies narrowed down to a single point.