#*snickersnort*

[fiadhaisteach]

[fiadhaisteach]

My spouse glanced over at me and apparently did a double take, asking, "Are you doing a CAPTCHA with Solas?!?"

After blinking a couple of times, I snorted. Then he remembered me customizing my keyboard when my replacement tablet came.

[adilynia-kiden]

Waifu Status: The Pixie

“Housewife, my ass...and I am offended by the interpretation of my bedroom skills! I...have learned...a great deal in the last year, and while I am not...proficient, I certainly warrant a higher score than a 1.5!”

Tagged by: @venreenaholt ((Thank you <3!)) tagging: @alliesweetsong-wra @rodanthemargrave @nightvale-scales @halindon @penvenomstarkstar @valishoneybee @mairead-greum

TEST HERE

[gutterballgt]

*snicker*

Trying to get back into a writing frame, so reading some of my WIPs in hopes of something catching. Sometimes, that just reinforces the block.

Sometimes, it’s somewhat hilarious.

Chuck. [Raleigh]'d fucked -- and been fucked by -- Chuck. Enthusiastically, if all the aches and pains were any indication. Repeatedly.

And he didn't even remember it. More's the pity. If he was going to die for sex, he ought to at least be able to savor the memories as he went.

So not fair. For all his attitude, the kid had a phenomenal ass.

I am a bad, bad person. It can be so fun.

[helianthuspetiolaris-blog]

“TOBY GO BACK TO BED!”

[X]

[akathecentimetre]

Part 6/? of #kenobi kitchen nightmares:

It's finally time for Chef Kenobi to see what young Anakin Skywalker can do – and he's certainly confident.

Anakin [INTERVIEW CUTAWAY, smiling, slightly predatory]: What do I have to be worried about? I know what I'm capable of. [CUTAWAY to him working in the kitchen – he certainly seems to know a little bit about what he's doing, hands and pans flying.] I'm pretty sure Chef Kenobi's going to be impressed.

[In the dining room, Chef Kenobi is not impressed.]

Obi-Wan: What on earth - [in a usual move, the Chef is examining the decor, poking around the old-fashioned booths; it's not particularly dirty per se, but the color schemes are alarmingly bright and garish] - and this – what is this?

['This' turns out to be the pieces of a toy rocketship, crunched into the carpet.]

Obi-Wan: Frankly I'm not sure if that belongs to the kids, or their parents...

And there's about to be another unexpected surprise...

[Close on the door to the restaurant: over the booths, it is seen to open and close, but no one is visible.]

Obi-Wan [looking up from the detritus]: Hello?

[Around the corner comes a miniscule old man tapping along on his cane, so ancient you're not sure where one wrinkle ends and another begins. Not a customer, surely, at this hour and with the rest of the place empty?]

Yoda: Hmmm. Early, you are.

Obi-Wan [staring]: I'm sorry?

Yoda [beady-eyed]: And shorter than I expected.

Anakin [from behind the pass, ringing a bell]: Pickup!

[Obi-Wan sits back in his chair as Sabé hurries out with his first plate; behind them both, Yoda shuffles over to the register and hauls himself laboriously up onto a stool behind it.]

Obi-Wan [quietly, to Sabé]: What's with the Ghost of Christmas Past over there?

Sabé: Oh, he's – he's Anakin's grandfather.

Obi-Wan: You're joking.

Sabé [giggling]: Nope. He just sort of comes in and – you know, sits back there, generally interferes, has a drink -

Obi-Wan: He drinks in front of the customers?

Sabé: Well, I mean – never to excess. He's sweet, really, it's just that no-one knows what to do with him.

Obi-Wan: Damn. Well, I suppose we'll have to get to that later. What've you got for me?

Sabé: Yes! This is the Rocket Fuel Chili Burger...

Also on AO3!

[akathecentimetre]

What do you eat when you don't feel like making food?

I am kind of the laziest person in the world unless pushed AND also a student living in New York City with Seamless and Delivery.com at my fingertips, so there are many disgusting options. *G* Burritos from Chipotle and pizza from Dominos (yes, I know, we’re horrible people, but we somehow live in the one fucking pizza desert in Manhattan it’s surreal) rank high on the list. If I don’t want to spend money/if I’m on my own, I revert fully to Mopey College Freshman mode and assemble a motley collection of ramen, soda, and ice cream.

[akathecentimetre]

me: Why can't you take me at my word the first time I say something, rather than the fifth?

the boy: Okay. I'll write you a position paper instead.

me: Ohhhh no. No no no, don't you dare be the Josh to my CJ.

the boy: Nah. I'm your Danny.

me: ........fuck