#Let him bake

[orengesz]

He's so beautiful. I'm honestly so happy for our lil rookie Ostrich Pastrami

Taken from his twitter, quoting "Suitcase going to weigh a little more on the way home 😃🏆"

[gdomggdsss]

Let him be a little devious he deserves it

[your-average-toast-enjoyer]

Imma be scrolling on tumblr before going to bed reblogging couple of things and I think to myself "I'm gonna let it bake now" and the next morning I see how well it baked during the night

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they tried to rebrand as The Criminals but riz is literally the city council's treasurer and also turns out people in their late 20s don't really name their friend groups. so now they're The Intrepid Heroes

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Cite your sources.

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[suicidalandhighonmidol]

[grechsblog]

partys cooking headcanons from my brain best to worst:

- bonnie: canonically good cook, proficient in the kitchen, 10/10 no notes

- isabeau: can make a couple of semi-complicated things, although often miscalculates the seasoning. given explicit instructions may be able to cook Very good dishes

- mirabelle: prone to anxiety attacks wherever the list of instructions is given or not. is able to make simple soups or dishes with very little amounts of steps

- siffrin: can successfully boil water on the stove and put/get out something in oven. mostly okay to leave in the kitchen but is Very Likely to mess up the ingredients and/or add some stuff that will make whatever he cooks inedible

- odile:

[rebouks]

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Byrd: Dad? Oscar: Morning, bud.. miserable day, huh? I’m not looking forward to packing up in the rain. Oscar: Did you sleep okay? Byrd: Erm… Oscar: GO GET YOUR HEARING AIDS! [Byrd fidgeted guilty, implying that he’d lost yet another pair] Byrd: [sobs] Why do I have to be deaf without them, papa-.. s’not fair. [Oscar held Byrd tightly, stroking his back until his sobs subsided somewhat] Oscar: LET’S SEE WHAT WE CAN DO… [Oscar plonked Byrd outside as he rummaged through his bags, eventually producing a backup pair of hearing aids] Oscar: Better? [Byrd nodded gratefully, burying his snotty nose in his father’s hair as he threw his arms around him] Oscar: Maybe you ought to think twice about learning SSL. Byrd: What’s the point? No one else knows it. Oscar: Robin does, and we all know bits n’ pieces, don’t we? [Byrd grumbled disinterestedly] Oscar: I think it’s long overdue, pal-.. what if we all learn it together? Properly this time. Byrd: I guess… Oscar: All I heard was yes. Byrd: Are you deaf too? Oscar: [snorts] C’mon, we’ll probably find the other pairs as we clear up. Wren: Daaaaad, it’s raining! Oscar: The faster we get goin’, the faster we’ll be in the car-.. I bet Wren can pack up faster than you. Byrd: [gasps] NO WAY! [rain pattering]

[tornado1992]

Babyfied Tails not crying no matter how hungry or sick he’d be because when he was an actual toddler he learned that if he cried no one would come to help him, his cries would only attract the people who wanted to hurt him.

[melljam]

10th anniversary cake baking !

[paigeyssims2004]

Preview for Chapter 3

[somegrumpynerd]

The most labrador coded guy, somebody call him a good boy

[buckleyflower]

WHAT MY BRAIN CAME UP WITH BECAUSE OF THE UNCLE BUCK STILLS:

Think about Eddie entering the loft casually whistling the theme song of Buck’s most recent movie obsession, with his key, and finding Buck with his slightly oversized brown hoodie baking with his niece.

He’d stop in his tracks and think that it’s a fever dream. He’d stop and pray that they didn’t hear him so he could take a moment to fully take in that he gets to have this man, that this soft, cute giant is his, and is currently hunched on his niece’s back so she doesn’t fall from the stool she’s standing on.

The lights are dim and it’s dark outside and yet Eddie doesn’t remember being ever hit with such a blinding clarity. He wants to have a kid with this man, a baby, wants to grow another human being with Buck, because Buck is the best human he’s ever met. And that realization startles him fully.

Because it usually happens in your twenties, when you’re maybe young and carefree and you have no clue what you’ll do with your life: you’ll turn around and look at a person and think I wanna share my life with you, I want to raise my babies with you. But he’s not carefree, he’s the furthest thing from carefree. And he’s not a kid either. He has a kid. And one that is currently in another state because he doesn’t want to see him. And yet here he is, wishing he could have Buck’s kids.

Anyway— Buck saw him. Of course he did. And he smiles at him and Eddie’s insides explode as they have been for all this time whenever Buck looked at him like this. Eddie just didn’t know.

“Oh, Jee, look, Uncle Eddie is here!” He excitedly points at him and motions for him to get closer.

Eddie chuckles and reaches them both while Jee-Yun babbles and simply calls him Eddie, Eddie! all joyful and happy. She’s so sweet and looks like she’s only ever known contentment. Eddie wishes she could be like this forever.

He puts his lips on Buck’s forehead and sighs softly. “Hi.”

“You’re baking.” Kind of obvious but the alternative would have been marry me, have my children please.

“You’re here.” Then they say at the same time. As though they can’t quite believe they’re there. But not there as in the loft, there as in right now, together, for the rest of their time on Earth.

Eddie would like to tell him that there’s no universe where he would willingly be someplace else knowing that being with Buck is an option. Instead, he looks at the wide hoodie and blushes. “You’re adorable, do you know that?”

“‘M not adorable,” Buck pouts while Jee tugs at one of his hoodie strings to get his attention. “I’m a grown man.”

And Eddie chuckles. “An adorable grown man.”

He thinks he will go back to church as soon as he can because he has to talk to the priest. Not now. Now he could do something crazy like scream hey, look, I found my joy! and then run away. But he eventually will.

After all, when that evening Jee-Yun leaves, he cuddles with Buck between Buck’s body and the back of the couch, pressed ridiculously close, and drags his fingers on the side of Buck’s torso, across his ribs, on his soft skin, right under the brown hoodie he’s been loving ever since he stepped foot in the loft. So now, he has more pressing matters to attend. Like burying his nose into his boyfriend’s curls.

Everything screams soft, soft, soft, but most of all: joy.

Eddie finally found his.

[weird-an]

"Oh no!" Steve thinks when he opens the door to their apartment and smells the sweet scent of a cake baking in the oven.

There's already a tray of muffins cooling on the kitchen table.

A cake and muffins? Billy had a bad day, then.

Billy cracks an egg with his fist, so the bowl shakes. He's wearing a black apron, mullet up in a messy bun and a cigarette dangles from behind his ear.

He hasn't stopped baking. His day must have been shit. Secretly, Steve is happy, because baking is better than Billy getting drunk and in trouble and he has gotten so good at it.

Billy slices open a vanilla pod with a knife that's way too big for the little thing. (Billy's favourite knife. Whenever Steve mentions its size, he just licks his lips and tells him that he's great at handling big things, Steve of all people should know that.)

"Fucking asshole," Billy growls, punching the dough sitting on the counter with his fist and scooping the vanilla in a bowl full of cream.

"Hey Billy," Steve clears his throat.

Billy stares at him, nostrils flaring. Okay, it's not yet the talking stage, Steve figures.

"Lemon," Billy barks.

Steve puts his hands in his hips. The fruit bowl is right next to him.

"Thanks, Steve," he says loudly when he throws the lemon at his boyfriend.

Billy grunts, almost apologizing, catches the lemon and breaks it into halves. With his bare hands. Steve's jaw drops a little.

He watches Billy finish the frosting and occasionally punching the dough.

"Fucker," Billy spits. It goes on like this for a while.

Steve cracks open a cold one and occasionally throws the ingredients Billy asks for at him.

"Thanks," Billy suddenly says when Steve washes strawberries for him. His voice is rough, like he's had a good cry. Maybe he had.

"Shitty day?" Steve asks, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"They didn't give me the raise," Billy mumbles.

Steve's heart aches. Billy had been working so hard at the garage.

"I'm sorry," he says, squeezing Billy's hand.

Billy hums. "M sorry, too.“

He gestures awkwardly at the two cakes and dozens of muffins behind him, like he's seeing them for the first time.

"Don't be. I love your baking," Steve grabs a muffin and takes a bite. I love you, he thinks.

Frosting still on his lips, he gives Billy a kiss.

"So sweet," he laughs.

"Idiot," Billy says. I love you too, Steve hears.

[pocketramblr]

you know im thinking. im thinking maybe Yoichi wasn't even that into captain hero as an adult, but AfO kept bringing LITERALLY every conversation back to that because he decided to Be The Demon Lord and so Yoichi like, can't get an argument in unless he uses the same material so he's like 'oh my god i haven't even thought about that comic in ten years but even i know the bad guy didn't win. you should not be basing you whole identity, business model, and world destruction plan on your five-second impression of a comic book bad guy who didn't even win! also you shouldn't kill people!'

[akkivee]

still kinda not over ichiro taking a bite out of his hamburger in the leaders bonus hypster track and going 'it's so good!! it tastes really meaty!!' lmao