#mmm pie

[princeofmadnessandotherthings]

Being crazy is something to be proud of! You are weird and insane and off-putting, and that is beautiful! Embrace your madness! And if anyone bothers you about it, tell them your Uncle Sheo is going to forcibly remove their liver and bake it into a pie!

[flyingsoup]

Behold! Apple pie

[machveil]

I believe you're the one I wanted to go on a date with for that banger... Korean? Food, where you cook your own meat? And now? Now?! Offering me the swapsies?!! I love you and your beautiful brain! Not a scrap of filling will be on the crust for you my dear 💖

YES!! Korean barbecue— sorry, need a moment, tummy is a rumblin’

I’ll eat your bare bones crust, you eat my juicy, yummy filling. pie teamwork🥧✨pookie, we’ll be unstoppable

[rainbowfic]

Today's Prompt List is: Lemon

Theme: Food and Drink 1. lemon meringue 2. key lime 3. apple 4. pumpkin 5. pecan 6. chocolate cream 7. French silk 8. banana cream 9. banoffee 10. blackberry 11. raspberry 12. blueberry 13. cherry 14. pear 15. chess 16. grain 17. Mississippi mud 18. peach 19. shoofly 20. strawberry rhubarb

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[dailyau]

You took my pumpkin pie on accident and I have your apple one AU

- (deactivated)

[ask-ethari-anything]

We do! My mum has a wonderful recipe that has won awards in my town's baking contest and our family makes some to take to our neighbours! *hannds you a large slice on a plate* I actually just made some today, would you like some)

*soft twinkly eyes* Oh, I’d love some! *noms* Mmmmmm, this pie is amazing! Definitely an award winner! My compliments to the chef!

[ineffablefool]

ineffablefool’s 2003 nano attempt part 1 of question mark

Found some old writing I can post to show that, really, people can stop saying quite such lovely things about the words I’m making now, because it really is just that I made a lot of other words first.

Who would like the first vaguely 1k words of my 2003 crack at Nanowrimo?  I made it about 8.5k in before getting completely bored (I never made it more than two paragraphs ever again).  The basic idea was taking a very cliche sort of romantic-comedy-ish setup and then refusing to actually take it to the expected conclusion, and also one half of the would-be couple was an angel.  (The other half doesn’t show up until about 2k words in.)  Satan gets called “Lucy” twice. 

Any viewpoints expressed in any of this which I end up posting are not necessarily the viewpoints of 2019 ineffablefool.  They weren’t even necessarily the viewpoints of 2003 ineffablefool.  One of my two main characters was explicitly a raging conceited jerk.

I love that I made a bit character look “perhaps forty years old” because that seemed terribly middle-aged and stodgy to me.  And now I am thirty-eight.  Jeepers cripes alfrighty.

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I wonder if he liked the gray suit better, she thought. Or maybe the dress. I wonder if he’s even noticed me yet.

Jesus, I’m going to have to start eating lunch someplace else, he thought. I walk to the deli, that crazy chick follows me. Every time.

Ajronael leaned over the railing, glaring down at all of them from his position on the roof of the apartment building where he was currently staying. He was bored with them. He’d never thought it could be possible, but finally, after more than a thousand years spent on this Bossforsaken mudball, he was finally bored with humans. With their petty concerns, with their silly desires. Even the myriad diversions they created for themselves no longer interested him any more. How many more years would it have to be before rock and roll finally did die, anyway?

That was the problem with being an immortal angel, really, he mused, still watching the passing crowd below as they all went about their pointless business. In the end, everything got to be boring. Even the pyramids had gotten old after a century or two – and anyone who’d gotten sent to earth back in those days knew how fun it was to meddle with the building of the pyramids. Oh, sure, they were supposed to be here to protect against Luce and his gang if they ever decided to go Topside, and some of them still took that seriously. The older ones, mainly. Ajronael was with the newer kids on this one: the price of eternal vigilance was eternal boredom, and in a nearly-omnipotent Heaven-sent being, boredom was a dangerous attribute. Which, he reminded himself, was his problem now. He was an angel, with all the powers and abilities bestowed on him by the Bossman for the upholding of all things Good, and now he was bored silly. How, then, to distract himself, without succumbing to temptation, wasting a city or three, and getting kicked down Belowside…?

He looked up at a slight fluttering sound. Behind him a strange and beautiful figure – tall, slim, glowing with a faint golden sheen, and quite naked – alighted on the roof, its huge pearl-gray wings sweeping the dusty tiles lightly and then folding back along the creature’s spine. Ajronael blinked, and the figure was just a short, squat man, dressed in a faded suit jacket and jeans, perhaps forty years old. His graying hair was tied back from a wholly unremarkable face.

"Hey, Varnath."

"Aj," the figure replied as it walked up to the rail beside him. "How goes?"

Ajronael shrugged. "Same old. The people down there do their thing, I do mine. They stay safe, I keep out of trouble. Win-win." He waved a hand vaguely towards the lunchtime crowds on the sidewalk beneath. "How’s you?"

"Busier than you, apparently."

"Ah, come on, Arnie, don’t you start on me," Ajronael laughed. "I just had Bernie come by the other day telling me to be careful of getting wrongside of the Boss. I’m doing my job, aren’t I? I don’t see ol’ Lucy’s minions breaking through down there." He hopped up to sit on the railing, his feet dangling into a hundred feet of empty space. "Everything in my jurisdiction is one hundred percent peachy-keen."

Varnath shrugged. "He thinks otherwise."

Ajronael glanced back over his shoulder at the elder angel, frowning. "He what?"

"It’s not just about presence," Varnath responded. "You’re here, sure. You’re keeping an eye on things, absolutely." He tapped Ajronael on the chest. "But you’re not in it here, and it shows. You don’t care anymore. When’s the last time you did a little Good, instead of just tossing out a few big ones and calling it done?"

"Uh." Ajronael scratched idly at his chin, and swung his feet a bit until he sensed a few of the people below getting nervous about his apparent recklessness. "Left five bucks for a kid to find a while ago."

"And how long was that?"

"Ten, twelve years ago, maybe," Ajronael replied, annoyed. He had a suspicion it was probably more like twenty, but never mind that now. "What’s your point, Arnie?"

Varnath glared at him. "My point, Ajronael, is that you’ve forgotten your first duty here. You weren’t assigned to Earth to hang out in case Lucifer decides to get uppity. You’re here to help people. To care about them." He looked down to the sidewalk, which was by this point mostly empty – the lunchtime pedestrians had mostly gone back to their offices and homes. "And you don’t care anymore, do you?"

"Why should I care, I ask you?" Ajronael jumped back to the roof, began pacing. "They’re nothings. I mean, look at them! Worried about – about taxes, and mortgages, and their ridiculous overworked mating rituals! And none of it matters – yet they still can’t seem to care about anything else!" He stopped in front of Varnath, folding his arms across his chest. "Why should I care about the little things in their lives, when they can’t seem to care about anything else?!"

The other angel only looked at him levelly. "Because that is what they care about. Because that is what they are. If you’ve forgotten that, then you’ve been working here as the best accomplice Lucifer could ever ask for."

Ajronael snorted. "Please. I heard that from the Bossman himself back when I got dumped on this rock. If you’re just here to recite training speeches, then you must not be so busy after all."

"No. No, I am here for more than that."

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(whooooaaaa what is he here for)

[gaslightgallows]

Food is a good topic. Best kind of pie?

Personally? Pumpkin. Mmm, pumpkin. Heavy with cloves. I didn’t get a chance to make one this holiday season and I’m very miffed about that.