#IT'S A TOM AND JERRY CHEESECAKE-

[iamfanfan]

@ tullyscoffeejapan

TOM and JERRY x TULLY'S COFFEE

#sakura strawberry cheesecake latte #cherry blossoms #strawberries #sakura tea #strawberry royal milk tea #royal milk tea #tom and jerry #tully's coffee #collaboration #spike

[darklightsworld]

Also, look at my cheese shaped cheesecake 🧀 It seems to be a new trend, and apparently influenced by the perfect cheese featured in Tom & Jerry. I have to admit Tom & Jerry influenced by idea of cheese when I was a kid too, and I can’t live without Emmental cheese (the holes taste the best). Btw, there has been a a huge amount of new Tom & Jerry goods in the past few years and I’m loving it 💕

#cake #cheesecake #sweets #tom & jerry #gacha #goods #with the t&j goods I can finally understand the effect of adult goods of old IP #sure I love sailor moon and I always get the cc sakura furoku #but it can't be measured to what t&j goods do to me #now I only need a new trend for pink panther

[five-miles-over]

Little Darling

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Living with the God of Mischief in London comes with finding many surprises, and one of those surprises happens to be a four-year-old named Tom Hiddleston.

Word Count: 4,092

Warnings: a few swearing instances, established roommate relationship, but mostly fluff

No one had ever said that living with the God of Mischief would be easy, let alone boring. Sometimes, you'd come home to your shared two-bedroom flat in London and find the entire living room filled with stray cats, one of whom wore a name tag that said 'Hel'. One time, you woke up to hear neighing in the bedroom only to hear your Asgardian flatmate staunchly deny the existence of a horse within the premises. There was also the time when you found your Tupperware lids changed from red to green; that was one of the most tame incidents since you started living with Loki. Then there was the time when you found Loki sitting inside the kitchen shoveling spoonfuls of strawberry cheesecake Ben and Jerry's into his mouth while the radio played Elton John's version of "Can You Feel the Love Tonight". The morning after that, you found the flat perfectly immaculate - the floors sparkling clean, the sink clear of all dirty dishes, the carpet free of coffee stains, and a bouquet of freshly-cut flowers on the kitchen table. You swore he used some of his powers to do the job, but still thanked your flatmate while he smirked like he held the world in the palm of his hand. 

And in today's case, you woke up to find the strawberry jam completely empty after you had just bought a new jar two days ago. If it hadn't been for your roommate giving you the silent treatment until you agreed, you wouldn't bothered to set foot inside a Waitrose on a Thursday evening. It had already been a long day, too demanding. All you wanted to do was come home, eat some ice cream before Loki can finish it all, and then binge-watch one of your favorite shows. 

You placed your bags of groceries in front of your apartment, reaching for your keys. When you opened the door, the flat was completely silent even though the lights were on. "Loki?" You called his name a few more times, locking the door behind you. Maybe he was out with his brother, or indulging in some mischief that may or may not end with him being punished by the local magistrate or worse, Asgardian justice. With a sigh, you wandered towards a new book cast on the coffee table.

'Norse Mythology' by Neil Gaiman…what could Loki possibly be doing with this book? Fact-checking himself?You wouldn't have given it a second thought, but there was a black leather wallet next to the book. It couldn't have been Loki's because well, Loki's wallet would've been enchanted with some spell that caused it to self-destruct whenever you or anyone other than Loki himself picked it up. You knew it was wrong to snoop, but assuming that this was a stolen wallet, you figured that you might as well open it anyways. If you knew whom it belonged to, you could call them and return it.

Inside the wallet were a few debit and credit cards, a twenty-pound note, something small related to UNICEF, a supermarket membership, and…a business card with the telephone number of a London talent agency. You raised your eyebrow only to drop your jaw when a small photograph came between your fingers. It was a photograph of a familiar man with sky blue eyes, defined cheekbones, and short curls that were a mixture of ginger and Golden Retriever blond. He was sitting next to an elderly woman with white hair and a genuine smile - his mother perhaps? Never mind that, Loki really messed up this time.

You slammed the wallet onto the table and anxiously looked around the rest of the living room. The cushions were ripped into shreds, the sofa covered in feathers and cotton pieces. In the center of the carpet, there were strands of what could only be pet hair and a small pair of grey boots that Loki would never be caught dead wearing. "Loki? What the fu-"

"Mister Loki's not here!" The voice of a little boy could be heard from the kitchen.

You turned your head almost immediately. There's a child inside the house? Did Loki have a son you didn't know about or something? Is that child even Loki's? Tightly gripping the bags from Waitrose in one hand, you made your way into the kitchen.

At the center of the small, round dining table sat a small boy with blonde tufts of hair parted in the middle, almost giving a small curtain-like effect on his forehead. He wore a navy blue jumper and pinstripe pants, swinging his legs underneath the table. Lost in his own little world, the little boy played with a stuffed brown dog. 

"Hello…" You greeted the child and slowly opened the refrigerator door. 

He looked up. "Hello!" 

The first of the groceries that needed to be put away was the ice cream. Along with the jam that Loki asked for, you bought two pints of strawberry cheesecake ice cream, some French cheese, a loaf of bread, and a stash of Cadbury bars in various flavors. 

"Who're you, miss?" The boy chirped, still holding the stuffed dog.

You told him your name while putting the rest of the groceries in their proper place. "I live here." As proof, you reached into your pocket and showed him your key. "What's your name?"

"I'm Tom," he brightly introduced himself.

"It's very nice to meet you, Tom." You pointed to toy in his hands. "And who is that? Is that your little doggie?"

"Yeah, his name is Bobby!" Tom places the stuffed animal on the table. "You can pet him." 

"Does he like to be petted?" Sitting across from him at the table with one of the Cadbury bars while Tom enthusiastically nodded, you gently stroked the dog's tiny head. You bit the inside of your cheek before asking your next question. You just had to know, your gut instinct was telling you to. 

"Tom…" You folded your hands and leaned slightly forward. "What's your last name? You know, most people have a first name and a last name. Tom is your first name. What's your last name? Tom…"

"Tom Hiddleston."

You gulped, slowly unwrapping the Cadbury bar. Okay, now there might be a bigger problem than the stolen wallet. The real Tom Hiddleston had to be in his thirties or something, at least according to your knowledge. How did this kid have the same name? More importantly, how did he end up in yours and Loki's apartment and what is he doing here? 

"Tom Hiddleston," you repeated to yourself before breaking a piece of the Cadbury bar and putting it inside your mouth. Then, you offered the bar to the boy. Letting the chocolate melt inside your mouth, you watched as he broke off a piece for himself and ate it. "Do you like chocolate?"

"Yeah!" 

"I love chocolate. Do you know who Mister Loki is?" You broke off another piece of the Cadbury bar. 

Tom nodded, "He's a god."

"Yes, what kind of god?"

"He's a funny god!" Tom giggles, "He likes playing pranks!"

You couldn't help but laugh too. "Yes, he does like to play pranks. What about you, do you like pranks, Tom?"

"They're funny."

"Yeah, I think so too." Only sometimes, you thought to yourself. Just then, your phone vibrated and you excused yourself to go answer it.

Loki's voice came through the other end. "Ah, it's you. Are you home, pet?"

Your smile disappeared in an instant. "Loki, you have a lot of explaining to do," you snapped, furrowing your eyebrows. "There is a four-year-old sitting in our kitchen, and he says his name is Tom Hiddleston. Also, why the hell did you steal someone's wallet?!" 

"Is he cute?"

"Loki, I swear to -"

"You adore him," Loki teased.

Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair. "Yes, but Loki… Look, I'm going to call the police as soon as this phone call is over, so they can return this wallet to the rightful owner."

"Or you could just give it to the boy. He won't know about half the things inside it."

"Loki!" 

"It's his wallet anyway."

"What?" You winced, needing to take another breath. "Loki, you're crazy."

"He deserved it," Loki nonchalantly retorted.

Slumping onto the sofa, which was still covered in pillow feathers, you held the mobile phone to your ear. "Explain," you demanded. From the corner of your eye, you could see little Tom feeding himself another piece of chocolate.

"I was having a morning stroll in the park after you'd left for the day, and I came across this man named Tom while he walking his dog.  He asked over and over again if I was the God of Mischief, and kept asking all these questions, including if I was familiar with some company called "Marvel"," Loki explained in an exasperated tone. "Then, his dog jumped on my leg and barked incessantly."

"And then?"

"Then he introduced himself to me, gave me a suffocating hug, apologized for the hug, and asked so many questions about where I was living and what I was doing in London. It was like talking to an exuberant child."

Your eyes widened like saucers. "So you turned him into one?!"

"More or less."

"And that was his wallet and his book on the table? Loki…" You groaned, rubbing your forehead. "Change him back. Please."

"Oh, how I love it when you beg, my pet," Loki snickered before sarcastically replying, "I'm totally convinced."

"Ugh! Could you at least give me Doctor Strange's number or something?!" You inquired, knowing the breaking news that would flood the internet if anyone found out that an internationally-renowned actor was transformed into an innocent four-year-old. "He needs to be changed back into an adult."

On the other side, Loki merely laughed. "No need - I assure you Doctor Strange has the appearance and the behavior of an adult."

"Fuck you!"

"Careful," Loki playfully reminded you. "No bad language in front of the children."

"You're taking care of dinner for three tonight. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear."

As soon as Loki ended the call, you put your phone aside and returned to the kitchen.

The little one looked so sweet, playing with the dog and singing to himself. Forgetting about the police and the wallet, you sat across from him and took a piece of chocolate.

"Tom?" You gently called, getting his attention. "Tom, Mister Loki will be coming home soon, alright? In the mean time…perhaps we can talk. Is that alright with you?"

"Sure." Tom nodded, looking up at you with a sweet smile. "You're really pretty."

"Thank you, Tom. You're very sweet." You tilted your head to the side ever-so-slightly. Since it was just the two of you in the kitchen, perhaps you could find a way to while away the time until Loki showed up. "Do you like to listen to music?"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah? Well, maybe I can turn on the radio and we can listen to some music. Would you like that?"

"Okay." Tom climbed out of the chair, following you as you approached the radio sitting on the kitchen counter.  You flicked a switch and turned a knob as it adjusted to a station playing 80's pop. Perhaps your darling little guest might know one of those tunes. 

"She's been living in her uptown world.," the voice of Billy Joel emanated from the little radio. "I bet she's never had a back-street guy. I bet her momma never told her why.

I'm gonna try for an uptown girl…"

"Oh! This is one of my favorites!" You gushed, shimmying your shoulders in time with the music and smiling. 

"She's been living in her white-bred world

as long as anyone with hot blood can. 

And now she's looking for a downtown man. 

That's what I am."

Tom called your name and tapped your wrist. Turning around, you found the little boy standing in the middle of the kitchen. "Watch this," Tom said before doing a pirouette, just like the dancer Wayne Sleep did when he performed this song with Princess Diana in December of 1985. The little boy spun around on one foot a second time before finishing with a dramatic bow. 

You laughed with appreciation and clapped. "Bravo!"

"Come dance with me, Miss. Please?" Tom looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

"I would be delighted." Taking Tom's little hands in yours, you couldn't stop smiling as the two of you danced in the kitchen to the rest of the song, moving your shoulders and hips. Meanwhile, Tom couldn't stop giggling, looking up at you as if you were the only lady in the world and dancing with you was a dream come true. At one point, you lifted your arm up and twirled the little boy as gracefully as possible, causing him to blush.

"My uptown girl.

You know I'm in love

With an uptown girl"

"What's going on here?" Loki smirked, amused by finding the two of you dancing as the song came to an end. He placed six boxes of Chinese takeaway onto the dining table before helping himself to the Cadbury bar laying around. "Have you been missing me?"

"Mister Loki, you're here!" Tom promptly rushed to hug him, throwing his arms around Loki's legs. 

"Oh, get off, you exuberant little-" Loki was about to push the child away before he caught a glimpse of you giving him a little scowl. The God of mischief relented, patting the little boy on the back with a small smile. "Let's eat?"

You nodded. "Tom, wash your hands please?" You directed him to the bathroom, and watched him dawdle. The radio was now playing "What's Love Got to Do With It" by Tina Turner, a song you hadn't heard in years.

"You adore him," Loki teased you again while the two of you set the table with plates, forks, and cups.

You shook your head, warming the food in the microwave. "He's fun to be around, I'll admit it. By the way, thank you for choosing the fried rice and not getting the plain vegetables." 

He winked at you. "I also remembered to bring two extra fortune cookies, just in case you don't like the fortune inside the one you eat first."

"Thank you."

"I believe now would be a perfect time for you to apologize for telling me to…what was it, my pet?" Loki goaded you. "Fuck me?" 

"Huh?!" Right on cue, Tom pranced into the kitchen and sat down at the table. You snickered at Loki, and ruffled the little boy's hair. You and Loki sat on either side of Tom, and began to help yourselves to the egg rolls, fried rice, pan-fried broccoli with oyster sauce, and a kung pao dish. 

You pointed out each dish to Tom, and invited him to try some. "Thank you, Mister Loki." Tom said in a sing-song voice before putting his fork into a piece of sauce-covered broccoli. 

"You're very welcome, Tom." Loki almost beamed, unable to deny the joy he felt at the little boy's words. The two of you exchanged a smile while all of you continued eating. 

"Mister Loki?" Tom piped up after some time. "Do you dance?"

"Tom, I'm a god," he reminded the boy. "I don't indulge in such trivial things."

Tom proudly told Loki about how the two of you danced in the kitchen, how he showed off his ability to pirouette, and how he held your hands. "You should dance too, Mister Loki!"

"Do you like her?" Loki mischievously asked the boy about you. 

"Yeah!"

Loki and you chuckled. "So do I," he told the boy. 

Tom cheekily grinned, holding an egg roll in his fingers. "You fancy her?" 

The God of Mischief sharply denied, fighting the warmth flooding his cheeks. "Hang on just a second -" 

It was Tom's turn to laugh, his blue eyes sparkling with joy. His laughter rang through the kitchen, like a bird singing for all to hear.

"Tom," you ate a spoonful of fried rice, "what should a person do if they fancy someone? Let's say a man fancies a lady, what should he do?"

Tom shifted in his seat for a moment. "Uh…" He took a bite of his egg roll, chewed, and swallowed. "Uh…he should say 'you're…you're," Tom slowly answers, trying to find the right word, "you're beautiful, and…I fancy you."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

You turned to Loki and smiled before looking at Tom. "That's a very good answer, Tom. Good job."

"And do you fancy Mister Loki?"

Loki grinned mischievously as he waited for your answer.

You took a deep breath. "Well…I do like Mister Loki very much. He is funny…he is a smart god, as you probably know."

"And is he handsome?" Loki interjects.

Shaking your head, you scrunched your nose for a moment. "He can be, when he isn't being such a pain."

Tom laughed some more. "You fancy Mister Loki!"

"Tom, eat your food. Don't forget about the veggies."

"Don't forget about veggies," Tom mimicked you, earning a laugh from Loki. 

Once the three of you had finished eating, Tom asked if he could help you with the dishes. "Of course, Tom." You brought a chair close to the sink for the boy to use as a step stool. Nodding his head along with the music from the radio, Tom rinsed the soap from the dishes after you scrubbed the leftover food and grime off of them.

"You've been very helpful, Tom. Thank you." You ruffled his hair again when he put the last plate in the drying rack. "Would you like some ice cream as a reward?"

"Yes, please!"

You retrieved one of the pints from the freezer, and put three scoops into bowl for Tom. He gleefully thanked you with the same sing-song voice and strolled into the living room while eating. 

Following Tom into the living room, you were surprised to find the living room in perfect condition. The feathers from earlier today were gone, the carpet was free of hair, and the grey boots - presumably Tom's - were neatly tucked into a corner. 

Loki walked into the living room, carrying a stack of folded bedsheets. He knelt before the sofa and began to arrange them into a makeshift bed. "He can sleep on the couch tonight," the God of Mischief commented, placing Tom's stuffed dog Bobby onto the blankets. 

"Thank you, Mister Loki!" For the second time that night, Tom hugged Loki. But this time, Loki hugged him back, holding the boy in his arms for at least a minute. 

"You're welcome. Now go with her and get ready for sleep."

Giving Loki a "thank you", you led Tom away and gave him a spare toothbrush to use for the night. You stood next to him in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth while he brushed his. He even gargled a tiny cup of mouthwash and promptly spit it into the sink. 

Loki watched from a distance, unbeknownst to both of you. He admired the way you interacted with Tom, making the little boy feel welcome the same way that you made him feel welcome when he was assigned by Stark Industries to live with you for the first time. 

He reminisced about the first month that he was living with you. Loki thought about the way you helped him use the shower head, teaching him which way to turn the faucet for hot water versus hot water. He remembered how patient you were when he fumbled with the stove and nearly burned his fingers while boiling a kettle of water. Then there was the time when he tried to warm an aluminum packet of Pop-Tarts in the microwave…You were not pleased by the smell in the kitchen, but nevertheless silenced the smoke alarm before the landlord found out. And then, you showed him how to remove the wrappers and warm the Pop Tarts properly, not-so-gently chastising him all the while.

Loki snickered to himself. He really did deserve that, and the fact that you were willing to call him out when necessary was one of the reasons he liked living with you. Perhaps…perhaps Tom was right. He did fancy you, maybe even more than what he imagined.

You wiped your mouth after brushing your teeth and walked with Tom into the living room. The four-year-old boy climbed onto the couch and snuggled underneath the blankets. 

"Good night," Tom looked up at you and Loki. 

Kneeling before the boy, you gently kissed his hair. "Good night, Tom." Loki turned off the lights in the living room, and you left to change into your pajamas. 

After an hour, you meandered into the hallway to check on your little guest. While Tom peacefully slept and held his stuffed dog to his chest, you felt a pair of arms around your torso. 

"You are very beautiful…and I fancy you," Loki whispered into your ear.

"Stop it," you giggled under your breath. 

Loki held you closer. "Thank you for taking care of him."

"You need to change him back in the morning." You turned around and pointed a finger at him. "The paparazzi will find out about this."

"I've got everything under control," Loki assured you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "And when this is all over…maybe I'll bring another little one home?"

"Loki!" 

"Fine, I'll just make one."

You rolled your eyes in a playful manner and turned around. "Good night, Loki."

"Wait!" Loki grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his arms for a moment. Before you could say anything, his lips were on yours. You melted into the kiss almost immediately, clasping his arms as he held you close. "I don't think I thanked you properly for today." He smirked.

"I think you already have…" You looked up at Loki, not sure if he was being genuine or just making a joke.

Loki tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I really fancy you," he confessed, murmuring your name with affection. "You're the kindest, most beautiful person that I've ever met on Midgard. You welcomed me into your life, you live with me even while knowing all of my history. Everyday you talk to me, indulge me in my games, and bring life into this place. Without you…living on Midgard would be like a prison. But with you, it feels close to paradise.

I know I don't make things easy for you, and sometimes I don't even know how you stand me. What I do know is…there's absolutely no one like you. And I fancy you more than anyone else. Do you…do you feel the same?"

"Loki…"

"Tell me," he softly insisted. All of the smugness from earlier had melted away, leaving nothing but a god who simply wanted to know if his affections were one-sided or not. "If you don't, then I'll forget everything I just told you, and we'll move on like nothing happened."

"And if I do?" You swallowed, your eyes meeting his. "What if I do fancy you, Loki Laufeyson of Asgard and Jotunheim?"

A warm smile spreads across Loki's face and he chuckles. "Do you…do you really?"

You replied matter-of-factly. "Sometimes that happens when you live with someone for six months, and catch them eating ice cream while crying to love songs."

"You tease," he snickered before kissing your lips again. Loki pressed his forehead against yours and held you, enjoying the moment to the fullest.

After what felt like several moments, you stroked Loki's cheekbone. "We should probably head to bed. It's late…and Tom might wake up."

Loki sighed, releasing you from his embrace. The two of you exchanged a "good night" filled with mutual affection and moved towards your separate bedrooms.

BONUS SCENE

A few hours later, you were awoken by fits of giggles and loud screaming. What could possibly be going on now? Climbing out of bed, you turned on the lights and sauntered into the living room.

"Thomas!" You chided, standing at the doorway while Loki and the little boy threw fistfuls of feathers at each other, surrounded by newly-destroyed pillows. "Thomas, for heaven's sake, it's the middle of the night! Will you go to bed?"

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[jewbeloved]

Since I hit 1k followers, I thought I would share a little more information about myself.

1. I'm kind of a shut-in since I have social anxiety and whatnot, I don't really open my personality out more unless I'm around people I feel comfortable with. In general, I prefer people who wouldn't judge me for my actions, my likes/dislikes, my gender, my sexuality, my fears, etc. and someone who doesn't get bored of me for not talking so much.

2. I'm a sweet tooth person, I have a lot of foods and drinks I like so I will list a couple. I like: Oreos, pizza (cheese with garlic), sugar frosting cookies, red velvet cake, donuts (chocolate and jelly-filled ones), sardines, yellowfin tuna, Mac n cheese (the one where you cook it in a pot), ice cream, fried chicken (Popeyes), and cheesecake!

I personally like soft drink sodas like: Sprite, fanta, Pepsi, and ginger ale!

3. I am currently asexual or aromantic, but I am still questioning my sexuality since I don't really know which one I am or not.

4. Hmm...I guess I wouldn't mind sharing the types of TV shows, animes, and video games I like. I have a lot of childhood TV shows I like and I still watch them today! My personal favorites are: South Park Tom and Jerry, TMNT, and Breadwinners! I like other TV shows but those 4 are my favorite ones that I always watched! and me liking South park should be obvious since my whole blog is filled with it Lmao.

I don't watch a lot of anime so I would list a few that I like. MHA, TBHK, and Zatch Bell.

Fnaf and Omori are probably the only video games I like.

5. I personally don't mind answering questions about myself, but as long as it isn't too personal I will answer almost anything (within my range of knowledge lol)

6. And the reason why I started this blog is because I'm not a huge fan of some south park stories I've read, especially the ones where they give the reader physical appearances (Hair length, color, eye color, clothes, and you get the idea). I am kind of tired of always reading a fanfic or scenario thinking that the gender is going to be male or neutral but I get jump scared by she/her pronouns. But putting all of that out of the way, I basically wanted to write my own fanfics and scenarios and I chose to write about south park so I started this blog. I know that everyone is not good at writing stuff but there are some good fanfics and scenarios I've read from people that are great!

By reading people's requests is giving me more motivation to continue writing more south park scenarios and headcanons! If I'm being honest, I probably will never get tired of south park it is my comfort life. But yeah, sorry for making you all have to read this 😅😅

#south park x reader #south park #personal facts #kyle talks #thanks again for 1000 followers! #sp x reader

[autoraton]

entire back to the future trilogy

red t-shirt and checkered shirt they put michael j. fox in for the first one

keychain with david boreanaz's face on it (double-sided)

£4 primark t-shirt with jerry (mouse) being engulfed in a tom(cat) shaped cheese abomination. it says 'where is my cheese' on it.

very big shirt with christmas paraphernalia patterned across it.

one of those lucky block shaped bath bombs lush was selling as a promo for the mario movie

very circular duck(?) plush

carrier bag with dinosaur on it

matthew perry's autobiography

sticker of garfield skateboarding

spongbob bath bomb

small rewindable model airplane from the museum

brown tasselled leather jacket

not one but two abominable t-shirts with john francis daley's face on them

tarot card stickers but they're cats

wolf shirt that i cut the sleeves off of but i cut too much off so i had to safety pin them back on

shirt with bugs on it

rubber duck

red aviators

matrix shades

tgif snapback with a fish on it. tgif stands for 'thank god i fish'

cowboy hat for cowboy costume

plastic bolo tie ^

holster ^^

sheriff badge ^^^

five cheesecakes

(writing up a list of every stupid thing i've bought in the last four months so i can petition my doctor to up my adhd meds)

#chatter.txt

[lucero-is-here]

WE’RE CONTINUING WITH ROBYN ASH HEADCANONS! And the last few are angst so-

1 - Robyn has a girlfriend (yes I gave her a girlfriend).

2 - Robyn loves video games. She likes Mario Kart and always ends up in 1st or 2nd place.

3 - Robyn wanted to be an electrical engineer. She would study electrical equipment/appliances and see how they worked. After watching a lot of videos and a lot of note taking, she learnt a lot about electrical equipment. If a light breaks or goes out, she doesn’t hesitate to go fix it.

4 - Robyn is always awed by those videos with special effects. She never understands how they are made so realistic sometimes. She is always wondering how they make it so realistic to the point they look ready to pop out the screen.

5 - Robyn bakes sometimes. She made strawberry cheesecake once, and her girlfriend loved it.

6 - After Robyn got arrested, her girlfriend helped to take care of her house and made sure it stayed clean.

7 - Robyn would read fairytales with her girlfriend and Piper. They’d watch cartoons like Tom and Jerry for fun too. They basically were just reliving their childhood.

8 - Robyn is scared of dolphins- but she loves sharks a lot- nurse sharks are her favourite

9 - Robyn reads a bunch of horror novels. She always reads through them in a few days, and she really likes them.

10 - Robyn likes shiny things. She likes glitter and sequins.

11 - during Halloween, Robyn would always dress up as a fairytale or story character. She dressed up as Alice from “Alice In Wonderland”, Cinderella, that kind of silly things. She loved halloween though.

12 - Robyn hates to admit it, but she’s quite ticklish. So if someone jokes about tickling her she’s running away while holding back laughter already.

13 - Robyn is really good at telling jokes sometimes. Her jokes are funny (but are sometimes dad jokes which she took after her dad-), and her dad would give her joke suggestions (I made him a stand-up comedian)

14 - one of Robyn’s part time jobs was babysitting. She did a really good job babysitting too.

15 - Robyn has led lights in her room, and she made them pink and blue for fun (they don’t flash-)

16- Robyn is trying to learn another language (Italian) with the criminal case version of duolingo, and she has gotten very scared of the owl because of all the memes about it-

17 - (angst) Robyn used to have a cello she would play a lot. But she eventually sold it after Piper’s death in hopes of getting enough money to hire a lawyer to sue Kalua…But she didn’t get enough. So instead, she got a taser and killed Kalua in hopes to get the bare minimum of justice for Piper :((

18 - (possible angst?) Robyn plants Piper’s favourite flowers to remember her sister. She makes sure she takes good care of them in honour of Piper.

19 - (angst) Robyn keeps Piper’s room clean. Even though Piper has passed away, Robyn make sure Piper’s room is tidy. She makes sure not to touch anything or shit them from their positions, but she’ll clean it to avoid dust from gathering anywhere. She wants Piper to have at least this respect even while being dead.

20 - (angst) When Piper was alive, she really wanted to paint and design her room but never got the chance. So after Piper died, Robyn painted Piper’s room. Robyn followed exactly how Piper asked for it (Piper drew her ideas for her room), and made sure it looked amazing in memory of Piper.

#criminal case #headcanons #angst #Robyn Ash

[calpicowater]

Week 1.2/52: January 1st - January 8th 2023 | Desserts with Charmy! 🧀

Reunited with Charmy after half a year to eat our way around YVR again. Started with some croissants at Hazukido - I tried their raspberry panna cotta flavour... pretty basic with a sweet filling. Ended up at Wicked Cafe afterwards for a block of cheese cheesecake... it’s literally called Tom & Jerry cheesecake. So cute!!!! Tasted like a regular cheesecake but it just looks so good!!!!

#365 #52 #ootd #green suho jacket #uniqlo black jeans #adidas stan smith #adidas cap #grey champion hoodie #open heart necklace #cheesecake #dessert #croissant #2/52 outfits #january and walking around in just a baseball jacket.... anyway i love uniqlo heat tech (fleece ver) #also the weather isn't that cold either thankfully #nice to catch up w charmy it's fun to listen to her optometrist adventures lmao

[billyforce]

Cute Tom & Jerry #Cheesecake #Lemon #Soufflé Cheesecake @wicked_cafe Wicked Igloo chocolate mousse with peach coulis@tastingplatesyvr #vancouver #bakery #cafe #tastingplatesyvr - from Instagram

Cute Tom & Jerry #Cheesecake #Lemon #Soufflé Cheesecake @wicked_cafe Wicked Igloo chocolate mousse with peach coulis@tastingplatesyvr #vancouver #bakery #cafe #tastingplatesyvr – from Instagram

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[cravingforcooking]

Tom&Jerry No-Bake Emmental Cheesecake エメンタールチーズケーキ

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#food #food gif #food gifs #food stim #cooking #recipe #edible #stim #stimming #sensory #gif #gifs #my gifs #baking #dessert #sweets #cake #cheesecake #tom and jerry cheesecake #emmental cheesecake #stimmy #cutting #white #yellow #brown

[fericita-s]

In Eagleton The Women Don't (part 2)

Thank you @theburnbarreljester for your eyes and laughter on this

Part 1

JJ’s wasn’t as crowded at dinner time, nothing like the crush of people getting their morning caffeine fixes for the day. At dinner time there were regulars. People leisurely holding hands over their cheesecake or coffees, talking about their days and making plans for the future.

And whatever Leslie was doing with seven open binders and a stack of waffles seven high. Nina had given her a salute but then walked past her, not wanting an audience for her dinner date - was it a really a date? - and then changing course again when she saw April and Andy in the corner booth making some sort of fort out of mini coffee creamers, April ignoring Leslie’s boisterous waving and invitations to join her. The window seat was taken by Jerry who was eating a giant bowl of chili topped with sour cream and green onions while stroking his wife’s arm with his free hand. His absolutely stunning wife who absolutely could not be eating JJ’s for dinner every night, and who Nina had to assume did not have a working sense of smell given what part two of their evening would consist of after JJ’s chili worked its way through Jerry’s digestive tract.

Nina walked to the outdoor patio and found herself already annoyed at Matthias. Normally, by this time of night, she’d be three waffles in on a five waffles stack. But she didn’t want to order yet in case he insulted her right off the bat. She’d order to-go and suffer the indignity of warm-not-hot waffles if this was some sort of weird Eagletonian practical joke that was designed to make her hate her favorite diner.

“You look upset. Hard day?” Matthias slipped into the seat and she startled. How could such a large human move so silently? He’d missed his calling in covert ops. Or miming.

“No, just the proximity to waffles getting me hungry. Nothing better than a waffle by JJ.”

“I’ve never actually had one,” Matthias said, looking serious. “The creperie in Eagleton is where I go on cheat days. Their nutella, banana, and strawberry crepe is the stuff of dreams. Maybe you should order for me here. I feel out of my depth.”

“Happy to. I’m very good at telling people what to do,” she said, smiling as she saw that delightful red flush creep its way up his neck. He was so easy to embarrass and so gorgeous when he blushed.

Nina placed their orders, adding extra bacon and a plate of sausage links. Matthias seemed like a man who thought meat needed to be a part of every meal and he’d nodded in agreement or thanks or in a nervous tic when the waitress jotted it all down and then set down glasses of water. Nina fiddled with the sugar packets, feeling jittery and not sure what to do about it. She hadn’t even had coffee yet. Why couldn’t she keep her cool?

“One of our Summer for Singles programs was here. Speed dating. Actually, we called it ‘Sped Dining.’ Tom thought it would be clever to drop the ‘e’ in ‘speed’ to match the dropped ‘n’ in ‘diner.’”

Matthias looked at her, brow furrowed. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

NIna laughed. “No, I suppose it doesn’t. But it went well, was well attended and JJ appreciated the extra business on a weekday night.”

“We can’t seem to attract women.”

“Pardon?” Nina asked, sputtering on her drink.

“To our events. Even when we offer rare vintage wine and gourmet chefs. How do you do it?”

Nina thought about answering with a joke. She was an expert in attracting and being attracted to both men and women, and was tempted to say “With my raw sexual magnetism,” but since his entire face was now red and she didn’t want him to actually explode before the meal, she answered him honestly.

“We know women value time. And if they take the time to go to a singles event, they don’t want it to last for a really long time - long enough for them to burn off that glass of wine in order to drive home, long enough to get through the four course meal prepared for a chef. They want something slightly familiar, quick, and with an easy exit strategy if it’s all going to hell. So they can still go home and do what they really want to that night, which is probably to watch a Jane Austen movie under a cozy blanket on their couch, cuddled up next to their dog, who misses them when they’re gone and who they’re eager to get back to.”

He nodded, his face returning to a normal color.

“Have you tried a cookout? Burgers? Hot dogs?”

“That's kind of low brow,” he said. “I’m not sure my staff would go for it.”

“It's kind of American, “ Nina said, struggling to keep herself from thinking about the phrase “my staff” and its many meanings. “And nothing says romance more than a woman eating something vaguely penis-shaped.”

He coughed and reached for the glass of water.

Well. She’d tried.

“Just make the events simple. Easy. Something that won’t require a new outfit or a day to recover or a precious chunk of time.”

“And is that what you want?” he asked. “Low key dates with little preparation required?”

“Oh no. I’m extremely high maintenance. But I won’t give you all my secrets on a first date.”

The waitress came then, saving Nina from looking at his face as she called it a date. He’d called it a date, and she’d called it a date. Did that mean it was officially a date? And why was she acting like a middle schooler around this man?

“Is this really all for us?” Matthias asked, looking at the stacks of waffles that could be measured in feet instead of inches, the dozens of scrambled eggs, the greasy platters of bacon and sausage, the canisters of whipped cream, the bowls of fruit, a caddy with four different types of syrup, two carafes of juice, and a pot of steaming coffee.

“Oh Matthias,” Nina said. “You have so much to learn.”

#parks and rec au #helnik #helnik fan fic #matthias helvar #the crows #in eagleton the women don't

[sadisticmagicians]

TOM AND JERRY CHEESECAKE

[anti-socialhero]

Got tagged by @vanilla-beam to do this 😘

The rule is to tag 9 people you want to catch up or get to know better

Last song?- I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys

Last movie? - Tom and Jerry. It was meh.

Currently watching? - Rewatching True Blood 🩸mostly for the “plot” 👀👀👀

Currently reading? - Haven’t read anything new in a while, so I’m rereading one of my favorites which is Dear Evan Hanson which is based off the Broadway show with the same name.

Currently craving? - Cheesecake. My favorite!🤤

Latest birthday cake? - Umm didn’t celebrate my birthday last year but the year before was Tres Leches

Last purchase? - Shoes and some shorts heheh. I’m starting to get a shoe problem 🙃

Last Pokémon team? - Right now I have Espeon, Umbreon, Zeraora, Galarian Slowking, Appltun and Flapple

Latest mask? - I use a basic black mask cuz I’m basic and love black 😷

I’m going to tag @ajwags88 @thesadboisguidetolife @delusion0fgrandeur @bitchard-of-oz @lxhysteriaxl @atlas-prime @f00lishnessandfuckery @spookyszn88 @udidwhatwiththosejellybeans to tell us a little bit about themselves! 💚💚💚

[loveyourownsmiilee]

I was tagged by my lovelies @claire-nyc, @youcanhavemybackanyday & @sopheliza25💕 thank you for the tag babes!!

Rules: answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better/catch up with!

3 ships: Buddie (duh), Gallavich, & Malec 

Last song: so annoying by Mae Muller

Last movie: Tom & Jerry Movie on HBO Max haha!

Currently watching: Ginny & Georgia on Netflix! It’s strangely twisted and good

Currently reading: a million and one Buddie fics that are opened on my phone hahaha. I am falling behind and it is not okay

Currently craving: cheesecake for some unknown reason considering it’s like 1 am and I should not be craving cheesecake but here we are!

Tagging these lovely people: @bvckleydiaz @outrunningthedark @eddie-diaz-buckley @deluweil @firstdegreefangirl @matan4il @yelenabelous @all--and--more @firefighter-diaz @stydiaeverafter & anyone else who would love to do this!!!

#tag games #about me

[professional-benaddict]

omg what about peter being left alone for some reason and he feels himself slipping into little space so he prepares (putting on comfy clothes and a pull up) but gets spooked by a thunderstorm

🦈 Sometimes Tony and Stephen like to go out for dinner and some drinks, but Peter, with some mild anxiety and a Netflix account, would much rather just stay home and have the house to himself for a few hours. The two older men leave him with a kiss each and say they’ll bring a desert for him from the restaurant.

🧩 Halfway through his Netflix movie and bowl of popcorn, Peter feels himself slip and sucks lazily on his thumb. Before he slips too far, the boy decides to be smart and goes to change into one of his onesies, he picks the shark themed one, and even puts on a pull up. He is absolutely positive that Stephen and Tony will be very impressed when they get back.

🧸 After fetching Mrs Cuddly Bear, Peter returns to the sofa and clicks out of the movie and goes to the kids section instead and watches some old Tom and Jerry episodes. He feels a bit naughty for doing so, because Dadda Stephen doesn’t like it when he watches violent thing. Daddy Tony doesn’t mind as much.

🍼 Peter is so transfixed with his show that he hardly notices when the sky darkens outside and thunder starts to rumble in the distance. The TV blocks out the noise for a while, until the storm is right above the house and a loud crack of thunder startles Peter. He pratically jumps a foot up into the air with fright.

✨ With shaky hands, Peter grabs the throw blanket on the sofa and pulls it over himself for protection and covers his ears. He begs for his Daddies to return, but it takes a while for them to actually return. The two men know about Peter’s anxiety and how it worsens with thunderstorms, so they cut their restaurant trip a bit short.

🪐 “Petey, honey?” Tony calls out, heading up the stairs and pauses a bit when he sees a big lump on the sofa. “Hey, you okay?” He asks and pulls the blanket back, only to have Peter throw himself at him with a loud sob. “Hey, hey, it’s all right. Daddy’s here, we’re home now and you’re safe.” Tony comforts when he sees Peter’s outfit and realises the boy has regressed.

🍓 It’s only when the storm passes that Peter starts to calm down and lets himself be comforted by his Daddies. The boy sniffles sadly and hugs Mrs Cuddly Bear tight while leaning into Tony. Meanwhile, Stephen is rubbing his socked feet. “You all right now, little love?” Stephen asks, getting a little nod in response. “Do you want some strawberry cheesecake?” “Yes, please...”

#love cheesecake love cheesecake #really late at night #cheesecake #little!peter #my prompts #starker #starkerstrange #strangespider #spiderstrange #ask