#chaos pancakes

[bumpkin-bug]

so I went to ihop today guys <3

[viquipo]

Based on these what do you guys think chapter 3 of my fic is gonna be about

[chaos0pikachu]

man some of y'all have never learned the home training of "keep your hate/critique out the main tags and on your own blog or in critical tags" and then wonder why ppl be vagueblogging or reblogging with disagreements like you didn't show up to the crochet lovers group telling everybody how crocheting was actually Not Fun At All and really hard and doesn't make sense to enjoy, or Problematic, actually instead of keeping it in the group chat with the haterella besties

[inafieldofdaisies]

[khozee-mag]

Chevy Chase

[the-depths-of-the-coral-sea]

GOODBYE GOODBYE GOODBYE GOODBYE I PUT TOO MUCH FLOUR FOR MY FCE/HOME EC PRACTICAL EXAM AND ACCIDENTALLY MADE BANANA BREAD

YKNOW WHAT AT LEAST I MANAGED TO SAVE IT AHAHAHHAHA

end product below the cut(warning: cute<3)

[almond-tofu-chan]

guys.....

[strawberry-metal]

Oh ho ho!! You fucked up now, trumpet player! ANONS, ATTACK!!

WH-ALICE?! GET THE FUCK OFF MY BED- DIO?!

I JUST WANT TO SLEEP

[aro-pancake]

I need some chaos...

Let's go make a new save in the Sims just to burn the whole family!

[jeweledstone]

Does Heart like pancakes?

💜: It was funny the first few times, but now it’s just annoying!

[let-rose-lead-us-into-a-tree]

Dragon Age - Let's Talk Nightingale

How many people have played Dragon Age? Any of them? All of them? What do you know about mythologies? What happens at Ragnorak? What has been going on in your major stories? Back to Dragon Age -

What were the characters named?

Run it back to Origins and include DLC. Who are the companions? Leliana, Morrigan, Alistair, Wynne, Oghren, Shale, Justice, Anders, Zevran, Sten, Nathaniel, Dog, and Loghain (I never saved him.) Main Play through Played Noble Female Rogue - Married Alistair and put him on the throne, tried to grant everyone respect from the wilds to the circle to the nobles. I felt bad for Loghain's daughter. He used her as a pawn, though, and that's just disrespectful. She deserved better. IT'S ENGRAINED IN MY BRAIN HEARING VALENTINE SAY SWOOPING IS BAD. Yes, I know, and then we play Dragon Age 2: You're Hawke! Your companions are Anders, Fenris, Aveline, Merril, Isabela, Bethany/Carver, Varric, Sebastian, and Tallis. I play Mage. I genuinely tried to be diplomatic. I don't deal well with blood magic. Anders is a healer. What am I? A healer. I just wanted to fix the broken mage, but he still blows up the chantry no matter what you do. I take Carver on the deep roads. So, then, I was mean to him. (lol) - DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT THAT KISS WAS LIKE FRIENDLY OR FRENEMIES? You had me pancakes, Tallis. I don't remember anything but Tallis and a sarcastic line about pancakes. <3 Also playing Codex <3 WHY IS ANDERS NAMED ANDERS?

Dragon Age Inquisition: You're Inquisitor, the Herald of Andreste. Your companions are Cole, Iron Bull, Viveinne, Solas, Dorian, Cassandra, Sera, and Varric. BUT you have advisors, too. They're Cullen, Josephine, and Leliana. What do we call Leliana? I avoided playing Elf Mage first. I played through as a Human Mage and helped Cullen. However, Elf Mage was my play-through. I still vowed to help him, even after he cut off my arm. CAUSE WHAT DID SOLAS DO? WHY DID HE DO IT?

Dragon Age The Veilguard: You're Rook? Like the chess piece? NAH LIKE THE BIRD Don't lie. I haven't really played much into it. I didn't care. I just needed the opening. They won't let me heal and that's where my heart is at.

Because then I jumped into WoW even though I knew Khadgar was going to get lost. Trust. How did Rose and Doctor separate?

My mother loves Roses. They almost named me Ariel. I'm glad they didn't. She has red hair and my hair went from white to gold. All the other girls in my family have brown or red hair. I'm just a little wren bird ;) playing a healer wherever I can.

[chaos0pikachu]

oh chepies, straight up no competition 4 Minutes is the best looking BL of the year on every technical level and I never make hyperpole statements like this srs srs but I'm nene leakes right now

[felixwylde]

Chaos at Dawn

What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like? Morning Madness (short) Every dawn in Morning Mayhem is a jump into chaos. A human rockets out of bed, dives into the kitchen war zone against rebellious appliances and an acrobatic orange, then plunges down the surreal rabbit hole of YouTube. The wake-up mission becomes a jungle expedition, and breakfast a…

[the-depths-of-the-coral-sea]

welp i can now make bread !! bread with mashed banana inside lol

[enzstr]

a morning behind the explosions

pairing: timeskip bakugo x reader (married with kids au)

notes: this was waaayy back in my old drafts so enjoy reading :P

The early morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The soft murmur of your children’s voices could be heard from the kitchen, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. You smiled, knowing that the morning chaos had already begun—your two kids were always up bright and early, full of energy, ready to face the day.

You rolled over in bed, only to find that Bakugo’s side of the bed was already empty. You sighed with a smile, knowing exactly where he was.

As you stepped into the living room, you were greeted by the sight of Bakugo, his red eyes narrowed in concentration, wearing a faded “Kiss the Cook” apron over his usual black compression shirt. He was standing at the stove, one hand gripping a spatula while the other tried to balance a skillet full of eggs.

"Good morning," you said, leaning against the doorway with a teasing smile. "How’s the kitchen going today?"

Bakugo grunted, not turning to face you. “Don’t laugh. I’m making breakfast, alright? The kids wanted pancakes.”

You watched him flip an egg with surprising precision for someone who usually preferred to blow things up rather than cook. Despite his fiery personality, Bakugo had become a surprisingly competent cook over the years—especially after the birth of your first child. He didn’t want to admit it, but you knew he loved taking care of his family, even in the little things.

“Do they always expect you to cook?” you asked, stepping into the kitchen and moving to the counter to grab a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, well, they love my pancakes,” Bakugo said with a huff, his back still to you. “And if I let you cook, they’ll be crying ‘cause you’re too slow.”

You chuckled, watching as your youngest, a rambunctious four-year-old boy, scampered over to the kitchen table. His bright blond hair—so similar to his father's—was a mess, sticking up in all directions.

"Daddy! Can I have the biggest pancake?" he asked, his wide, eager eyes shining up at Bakugo.

"Quit being so damn greedy," Bakugo grumbled, but his voice had softened. He slid a plate of pancakes onto the table for your son. "Eat this first, then we’ll talk about the ‘biggest’ pancake."

Your heart swelled as you watched Bakugo gently serve his son, his gruff demeanor melting just a little when it came to his kids. It was a side of him that you had fallen in love with—the fierce hero, the protective husband, the devoted father.

As your son dug into his food, your daughter, who was just a year older, strolled into the room with her hair tied up in a messy bun. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, still half-asleep, but already demanding attention.

“Mom, can you make my pancakes in the shape of a heart today?” she asked, her voice still sleep-ridden but sweet as can be.

You smiled at her, walking over to give her a quick hug before turning to your husband. “I think she’s requesting a little extra love this morning,” you teased.

Bakugo rolled his eyes but was already pulling out a second skillet to make heart-shaped pancakes. He didn’t say anything, but his subtle smirk told you that he didn’t mind.

“Are you still planning to take them to the park later?” you asked, stirring your coffee.

“Yeah,” Bakugo replied as he flipped another pancake. “I said I’d take ‘em, so I will.” He turned to look at you, his fiery red eyes softening. “You can stay here and rest. You’ve been working all week. I got this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m not going to sit on the couch while you do all the work.”

“Tch, I don’t need you hovering over me,” he muttered, but his voice was softer than usual. “It’s not a big deal.”

You gave him a knowing smile, watching as he poured batter into the pan, a small frown on his face as he tried to make sure the pancakes were perfectly shaped. “You’re getting good at this.”

Bakugo shot you a glare, but there was no heat in it. “You don’t need to act so surprised. I’m not some idiot who can’t learn stuff.”

You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I’m not surprised. I love seeing this side of you, you know?”

He tensed for a moment, but then relaxed into your embrace. “Shut up,” he muttered, though the faintest blush crept across his cheeks.

Your son, now finished with his pancakes, climbed into Bakugo’s lap. "Daddy, can you play with me later?"

Bakugo gave a small sigh, but the smile that tugged at his lips was soft. “Yeah, I’ll play with you after I finish here.”

You watched them, your heart full as you saw the fatherly bond between them. Despite the explosive nature of his quirks and his harsh exterior, Bakugo was, without a doubt, the most dedicated father. And it was in these small, quiet moments that you saw just how much he cherished being a family man.

You grabbed the plates and began setting the table, glancing over at him. "You know, Katsuki, I’m really proud of you."

He scoffed, but there was no hiding the genuine warmth in his eyes. “Tch, don’t get all sappy. I’m just doing what needs to be done.”

You smiled, kissing his cheek quickly before returning to your task. “Yeah, I know. But that doesn’t mean I’m not proud of you.”

As the morning unfolded, you all sat down together at the table, sharing breakfast and laughs. The chaos of family life, while loud and often overwhelming, was something you had come to cherish. You didn’t need grand gestures from Bakugo—his love for you and the kids was shown in the small moments, in his quiet care and dedication to making sure everything was right.

And in that moment, surrounded by the noise and joy of your family, you knew that no matter how intense the world got, you had your own little piece of peace right here.

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