Tag: food mention

Fuck man I really want a donut. I love donuts. Especially Boston creme donuts even though they’re neither cake or pie like Boston creme ought to be. But they’re so good and no one delivers late night donuts. I’d buy late night donuts though. Even though it’s almost morning and I could just wait a while. Fuck I’m really hungry.

intotheruins replied to your post “Scenes that are hard to write:
Sex
Fighting
Dancing”

I used to breeze through sex scenes like they were nothing, now all of a sudden it’s like I’ve put tab A into slot B so many times I can’t think of a new way to say it. So, yes, totally feel this *nodnod* also @trisscar368 WTF YOU MADE ME SPIT MY TOAST EVERYWHERE ��

Right? It just feels so… repetitive. Tab A into Slot B, *enthusiastic sex noises*, whiteout, the end. I feel like there’s a finite number of ways to make that exciting. The again, it’s probably boring to us because we’re writing it. I’m sure it’s much more exciting to the people reading it. (At least I hope to god it is.) 

Condolences on your toast. 

@maliciouslycreative replied to your post “��”

This right here is why I love you. Pineapples can go diaf.

Yes! Pineapple can just disappear for all I care. It’s nasty. Did you know it contains an enzyme that breaks down protein so when you eat it it’s trying to eat you back? That’s why people are in pain when they try to eat a whole pineapple. That should be reason enough to never eat it. 

Would you rather eat chocolate pudding that tastes like shit or shit that tastes like chocolate pudding?

Dear god, I’m actually considering this.

Okay, but like, what about the texture and smell? B/c if the pudding looks and smells like pudding and has a pudding consistency it’s going to be the pudding. If however, there’s a small cup of pudding and a small cup of shit and they both look and smell the exact same with the same consistency… I dunno. 

I dunno. I’m tempted to just go with the pudding anyway for visceral reasons. 

Well played friend. Well played. 

Deancasjimmy with Cas trying to cook something.

Logically, Dean knows that smoke alarms are a good thing. They make his job as a firefighter a lot easier than it could be and of course if it weren’t for one smoke alarm in particular he never would have met either one of his beautiful, clueless boyfriends. Currently, though, he was tempted to rip the damn thing out of the wall and stomp on it. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Cas says through a cough, running water into the pan of… god only knows that he’d been attempting to cook. 

Jimmy, already on the step-ladder and turning off the alarm, chuckles. “It’s alright, Cassie. Cooking isn’t your cup of tea. You can’t win ‘em all.” 

Cas pouts, wiping his hands on the apron he stole from Dean to cover his clothes. He crosses his arms over this chest. “It shouldn’t be that hard.” 

“Yeah, well, you come by it honestly. Mom could burn water, remember,” Jimmy says. 

Cas huffs. “Yes, I remember.” 

“Besides,” Dean says, “I’m sure Mrs. Tran appreciates it. We buy enough egg rolls to send Kevin to Harvard as it is.” 

Dean narrowly dodges the sponge lobbed at his head. 

However-many-sentences-I-feel-like AUs!