#chef shenanigans

[mike-wachowski]

“Okay.” Sam takes a deep breath, in and out, and Lena can see the cloud of frost forming around her exhale. The sub-thermal temperature of the freezer is already thawing what was left of Lena’s growing hot rage. “Spill. Why are you acting like a dick?” 

Lena huffs. “I’m certainly not acting like a dick. Jess made a mistake. It’s within my duties as the head chef to make sure everything is perfect—”

Sam raises a hand and immediately silences her. “Lena. I’m not your brother. I don’t want you to be perfect. I don’t need you to be our boss right now. I need you to be our friend.” Sam pulls out an empty apple crate from the bottom shelf and plants herself down on it. “Now tell me what’s wrong. Please.” 

Lena slumps to the floor. She sighs, watching the small puff of ice that gathers around her breath, and buries her head in her hands. 

She whispers, “Kara and I kissed.”

“What?” Sam leans in. “Lena, you gotta speak up, the fan is on-”

“Kara and I kissed!” Lena shoots her head up, making eye contact with Sam. “Kara and I kissed, and… we haven't talked about it or anything, and we haven’t done it since, but I— I made her pizza, and my brother called, and I was so upset, and I kissed her, and I can’t stop thinking about it.” 

the final chapter of you can tell a whole story with a taste is now live (and its 16k!)

you can read it from the start here.

[arandomao3user]

Headcanon:

. . . Tim Drake is a trophy husband in the way he neither knows how to cook nor does he want to be excluded from cooking with Bernard, so he sits on the counter like the prophesy says all queers, gays bi's, cats, and short peope should do. So he just sits there looking pretty while Bernard cooks because Tim can't cook very well himself, but he doesn't wanna not participate in some way.

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[beifong-brainrot]

We dont talk enough about pirate su. Like she sailed around in a pirate ship. Can we learn more about that. Like did she pillage? How many people has she killed. Like part of me can absolutely see the pirate crew she was part of being one of the groups that go up against the Earth Queen, which could explain how she got radicalised against the monarchy like that.

Also her chef is absolutely someone who she knew at that time and she helped him get out of that life lol.

And btw, the fact that Bumi canonically fought pirates is just begging for a reveal that him and Su stepped on each others toes at least a few times.

[strawglicks]

welcome to the Coal & Ice District!

[diamond-rozie]

*standing menacingly at the door* i made u something

anyways lol. i had a lot of school work and was really busy freaking out and stress studying for a singular test that was 4 questions and would be over in like an hour and then i proceeded to cry about it in my car for various reasons.

but yk what that means!

time for our irregular and unscheduled update of

Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program

this episode featuring a fan favorite: Duke Thomas (aka The Signal - but thats kind of irrelevant for this)

you were supposed to read that like it was from a '90s sitcom and the off screen crowd cheers rly loudly.

some house keeping updates: this scene happens in the beginning of the school year (going by the american system should be september) danny meets damian (and upsurges tim on the same day) around midterm which is around october and then the stuff with jason and damian's drawing happens around december. i kinda accidentally burned the irl timeline for anything dc first scene so now im just gonna do whatever i want.

anyways with out further ado:

table of contents

scene 04: after school activities for normal kids

Duke stood around the corner of the classroom awkwardly, wondering if he had made the right call. Sure the bats and the birds had a plethora of hands on deck any time, but most of them specialized as night time heros. Not to say that they were incompetent or anything, they were some of the most skilled and innovative people Duke had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Sure if anything happened, they could handle it, at least until Duke could slip away and show up as the Signal- Alfred and Bruce had assured him so much. But Duke couldn’t slip the guilt of busying away more of his time to after school activities when he could be patrolling or studying instead, 

But Duke had wanted to do something outside of those things, which was specifically why he had made the difficult decision to join a few clubs and after school activities. He could use a break from being surrounded by people who worked the vigilante life-style just to remember how to be a normal civilian. Let himself take a break from constantly be consumed by one case or another, one disaster or another, not being able to do enough no matter how much he tried or how much time he spent patrolling. 

Duke needed to feel grounded, like his feet were on the ground and he could press the brakes and smell the fragrance of life. Even if the fragrance was a forgotten pile of dog s-

“Alright,” The instructor for their culinary club started with a weird German accent that sounded really fake. “I am Herman. You can call me Chef or Chef Herman or just Chef. I will not bore you all with the boring introductions, and let's head right into the cooking, yes. On this paper here I made the partners for all of you to cook with for the rest of the year. If you have problem with it then quit.” 

This Herman guy seemed like quite the character, and was definitely not helping any of Duke’s previous anxieties. Many of Duke’s clubmates seem to think so too, sending their friends various looks. But no one spoke out, and instead shuffled to the front to look at the singular sheet of paper that would assign them their partners. Duke finally made it to the front and saw that he was paired with a Daniel Fenton at Station 7. 

Crossing his fingers that Daniel had at least only a half-rotten personality, Duke made his way over to station 7. The station was already prepped with an assortment of ingredients and cooking equipment. Duke had already set his stuff down claiming the seat closer to the exit (in case) when a lanky kid comes over, “Uh, your Duke Thomas?” He asks hesitantly looking back at the front counter the partner assignment sheet was. 

It took Duke an awkward second longer to realize that this kid was probably his partner. “Oh yeah I am.” He laughed apologetically, “You must be Daniel.” 

“Danny’s fine.” The boy smiled, absentmindedly brushing his messy black hair out of his face, his glacier blue looking at the equipment. Duke couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about Danny. Not in Gotham’s usual psycho-maniac-out-to-terrorizer-the-city-and-kill-innocent-people kind of off, more in a he’s not in sync with the rest of the world off. While Chef Herman explained the general structure of various types of kitchen and kitchen hierarchy that Duke was already familiar with, Duke tried to get a read on him. 

Weird did not mean threat, after all many of the Justice League- heck even the local Wayne/Batclan were pretty weird- and they (usually) didn’t mean any harm. It wouldn’t be fair of Duke to jump the horse like that. 

Deciding he should try to be friendly with him, Duke leaned over, “Is it just me or is Chef Herman’s accent totally fake?” he whispered. 

“Oh, Ancients,” Anciets? “I thought I was just going insane.” Danny sighed in relief with a small chuckle. There was a moment of silence between the two of them where no one said anything for longer than socially acceptable and Duke debated using his powers to see if he could find a clue or something. That seemed kinda invasive, though. 

When the Chef had started instructions on making today's recipe, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Danny helped Duke measure out the ingredients. “So,” Danny tried again, “What are you in for?” 

“What am I…” Duke repeated confused, 

Danny chuckled awkwardly, “Like why you joined the club.” 

Duke seriously needed to get his head in the present; this was getting embarrassing. “Oh.” He nodded in understanding, “I’ve always liked cooking,” Duke shrugged, “When I was little my parents and I would always cook together, and it was always one of my favorite things to do. And I’ve kinda always liked it, but I fell off of it for a while with school and stuff,” emphasis on the stuff “I thought joining a club could help me get back into it and get away from… everything.” That was a little more candid than Duke had planned on being with someone he had met quite literally a few minutes ago, but it felt good to have that out of his chest. The pleasant memories of his parents swimming in his mind. Mixing the dry ingredients, “Sorry that was kind of a lot.” Duke laughed genuinely this time. 

“Dude, no it’s actually so cool that you like to cook.” Danny said admiration was easy on his face, and Duke couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. 

“What about you, then?” 

“Ugh,” He groaned jokingly, “You can’t seriously be asking for my lame ass reason after you pulled out the flashbacks.” Danny whined, letting the oven preheat like Chef told them to. 

“C’mon, it’s only fair.” Duke played along, already ahead of the other groups. 

Danny sighed, “Promise you won’t laugh.” 

“Okay, it can’t be that bad.” Duke could already feel the smile cracking on his face. 

“It is.” Danny drawlled, “So I live in the dorms right, and I got to pull some strings and room with one of my friends from back home this year. And well, let’s just say my family has a bit of a reputation for causing problems, and the kitchen definitely wasn’t an exception. One time my dad tried to make some soup for my mom because she got sick.” Duke nodded approvingly, that was a sweet gesture, “It was all fun and games until the bomb squad had to show up and long story short we had to move.” 

“You’re joking.” Duke gaped at the bizarre story, but at Danny’s solemn expression, Duke couldn’t help but be appalled, “A bomb squad over soup.”

“My parents were never really heavy on lab safety,” Danny added, as if that explained everything, “But I burn one pot of water and maybe make a few extra-crispy eggs, and suddenly its all ‘Danny you’re not allowed in the kitchen unless you start taking actual classes’ and ‘Danny that's a biohazard’.” 

“You burned a pot of water.” Duke echoed, Danny nodded innocently, “Water doesn’t burn.”

“Well, maybe you’re just not trying hard enough.” Danny sneered, trying to crack an egg on the corner of the bowl only for all the shell to fall in the bowl and the yolk on the counter. 

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s true.” Duke said, taking the bowl from him and expertly cracking an egg single handedly. Danny looked on in awe. “You said you live in the dorms?” Duke asked easily. 

“Oh yeah, all of the non-local scholarship kids have to.” 

Before Duke could respond, a girl from the station in front of them whips her head around, “You said you’re here on a scholarship?” She asked almost oppressively. 

Danny just as taken aback as Duke felt, “Uh, yeah.” 

“Me, too. Have you heard anything about the Mentorship Program here? Apparently we all have to join.” The girl’s partner was looking between Duke and Danny confused, but returned to their cooking uninterested. 

“Oh, yeah. They make us all join.” Danny nodded. 

“I heard from some of the older kids, that no one actually gets picked for that. It’s just like a weird formality thing.” The girl spoke animatedly, “What department are you in?” 

“Applied physics and engineering design.” The oven beeps that it was ready but no one moved. 

The girl seemed to deflate that answer, “Oh, I’m doing culinary science.” And with that solid conclusionary statement, she turned around and got back to her work station. 

Danny blinked, processing what just happened and slowly turning to look at Duke for proof that just happened. But the second the both of them met each other’s eyes, they burst into a fit of silent laughter. 

Bent vunuralably over the table, trying to catch their breath, they were accosted by Chef Hermon. “The two of you are having a comedy club, not a cooking club.” Chef crossed his arms at the edge of the table. Duke was pretty sure he was trying to sold them, but the fake accent was making it hard to tell. 

Danny cleared his throat and striated up, “Sorry, Sir.” He apologized quickly. 

“Chef.” Hermon peered at them, his hat looking comically large and lopsided on his head now that Duke was getting a closer look. 

“Sorry, Chef.” Duke amended, trying to keep his cool. 

“Yes, finish cooking your cookies.” He nodded satisfied, leaving their station. 

“Okay so,” Duke tried to recount what the last thing they did was, but one look at Danny trying desperately to hold in his laugh had ruined all of Duke’s efforts as well. Barely managing to get their cookies in the oven, over Chef’s fake german accent and floppy oversized chef’s hat. 

“So scholarship for applied physics and engineering design, huh.” Duke recounted from earlier, impressed. 

“Yeah…” Danny trailed off embarrassed, “It sounds kinda snotty.” 

“Dude. That’s literally one of the hardest departments to get into, and the scholarship is no sneeze either. There’s no doubt you worked your butt off to get that.” Duke assured Danny as they sat in their stools waiting for the cookies to finish. 

“Thanks,” Danny smiled sheepishly. They sat in a much more comfortable silence now before Danny spoke again, “What grade are you in by the way?” 

“I’m in 10th. General studies for now, but I was thinking of doing medicine. You?” 

“I could totally see you as a hot-shot doctor.” Danny nodded approvingly, “11th. Technically, I’m your upperclassman then.” 

“Technically?” Duke asked.

“I mean, how old are you?” 

“15.” Duke supplied confused. 

“Me too. I skipped a grade in elementary school, so we’re actually the same age.” Danny explained, sheepishly. 

“Dude, you're actually way smart.” Duke gaped in awe. 

“Hey medicine isn’t a day walk either.” Danny nudged his arm playfully, “I’m glad the mentorship thing is just for show, though. Now that we’re upperclassmen, y’know. I would not want my hands full with some random rich kid.” 

Duke laughed, “Yeah, that definitely sounds like a lot of work.” 

Easily unfolding the conversation into various topics and interests Duke found that he didn’t mind that the cookies were burnt. Or that Danny was definitely weird. But in a good way. Duke was glad they met and would get to hang out and cook with their weird not-German Chef every week. And if Danny and Duke exchanged numbers and planned to hangout outside of club activities, then well who was going to stop them.

[l3viat8an]

HELLO LOVEY❤️ HERES A LITTLE LAUGH!!!

Mammon: So after that I was walking to the-

Lucifer: Anyway, i finished that paperwork and Diavolo just sent me even MO-

MC: Lucifer, shut the fuck up. Mammon was talking you hoe.

Lucifer: *frown* How dare y-

MC: I SAID HE WAS TALKING!!!

Lucifer: ...*silence*

MC: Thought so. Keep going Mams...

Mammon: T-thanks human... I didnt even wanna talk anyway...

Lucifer: *actively glaring daggers at Mammon*

MC: Keep staring and i swear to your father i will slit your throat in your sleep.

Belphegor & Satan: *holding back tears*

helpshsjlmaoooo-

And Lucifer know MC means business, when they bring god ‘father’ into it!!!-

[sonik-kun]

The only time I character bash is when JC or JGY antis play the "my blorbo is more morally superior than yours" game. I become an instant hater the moment someone pits a character against my babies 😤😤

But jokes aside, debating who is more moral than the other in a story like MDZS is just wild to me, considering that most of the main cast are war criminals, murderers and corpse desecrators. Or, at the very least, would have a GBH charge against them if this was modern times.

None of these mfs are normal and I love them for that 🥰

[fullscoreshenanigans]

you claim to be the she/her jesus of bald and yet your icon does not reflect this. is there a reason for that?

That was a title bestowed upon me I never claimed such 🙏😌

But Ray would honor the classics with his spin on Count Orlok

The question is if he would go with or without the hat.

[mntacuyan]

Playing Triangle Agency and with my own Field Agent in the chaos, Nurzhan 🪶🖊️🔺🔻🔺🔻

[starriegalaxy]

S.T.A.F.F Bot OCs Collab

ft @crabsnpersimmons new oc, Jack! :]

Had a lot of fun drawing him and will be looking forward to finding out more about him teehee <33 also, new husband acquired!

Atp, I'm basically married to most of my jesties OC's //sighs

Anyways, she drew my bbyboy Alfredo so well and I'm loving the warm vs cool tones thing we got going on! This was also a spur of the moment thing like the last time we made that one Eclipse collab haha

Sooo have at thee and pls take care of our boys, folks! <333

(Bonus doodle of HCB ft Crabsona under cut! XD)

[casdeans-pie]

Inspired by this post about destiel time travel dynamics if anyone has any fic recs of s15 Dean meeting s4 Cas please reblog them under this post 🙏

The Cas still struggling with catching feelings and just starting to rebel and a Dean who has been through so much with him and knows how different he becomes

[whyeverr]

betrayed by the one cat I can rely on to not jump on the counter in real life — but delighted that cats actually react to the new mixer

[cryo-lily]

R3-M1: (bd-1 like beeps translated) I wanna drive!

Lana: (exasperated) You can't drive...

R3-M1: I wanna ride shotgun!

Issie: (tired; this has been going on for a while) You can't ride shotgun Rem, Lana's got shotgun...

R3-M1: I'm bored! It's not comfy back here...

Lana: (ready to throw Remi off the speeder) Why did your mother keep this droid?

Issie: I don't know... Sometimes I wish I knew...

_______________________

R3-M1 is just a little chaos gremlin of a droid. And we love him for it.

Not exactly the what you'd picture when Issie first says her family once had a droid. The Shir's didn't have much back in the day but sometimes a family is just a former sith lord, her young daughter, and a sentient recon droid.

But now that Isadola & R3-M1 are reunited, they have a lot of catching up to do.

On the note of the speeder though, You cannot tell me Issie & Lana don't swap places every now and then. Depends on if Issie has lost her driving priviledges for the day or not. Besides Lana deserves to relax even when out & about with her wife.

[fedoraspooky]

YESSSS I love when someone takes a character that thinks they're irredeemable and is like "GET ADOPTED, IDIOT"!! Perfect, beautiful, no notes!

It's so good and I wasn't even planning on it to happen either! XD But I'm so glad it did!

His reaction to the whiplash of his life turning around so suddenly was like someone had splashed cold water on him lol, for the first time in ages he was speechless

[that-homoerotic-blouse]

Can't believe Wild Blue Yonder also gave us one of the funniest Doctordonna shenanigans scenarios: the Doctor and Donna escaping from an eldritch horror in a golf cart

[bravesung]

Yusuke: *tells a joke.*

Hanamaru: *giggles.*

Jin, out of nowhere: Oh, what’s so funny, I wanna laugh too. *yet has the most darkest glare.*