#sherry pie

[lipsyncforyourlife]

#Sherry Pie #Confessionals S12 #RuPaul's Drag Race season 12

[karmaphone]

Jeff goldblum on this ep of drag race............. he looks so tired and uncomfortable

#let this man go home. stop exposing him to the likes of sherry pie

[kefripl]

At some point me and my friend midoriarg started talking about artist stuff, then she came up with the idea of making a kind of collab but with this drawing challenge of the Six fanarts, obviously everyone put their own characters so I drew the ones she gave me.

I had already done this challenge before but with my previous style of drawing, anyway I leave my part of this drawing challenge, I don't know if Midori will upload her part, if so I'll let you know :D

#sixfanarts #six fanarts challenge #jill valentine #pinkie pie #CJ gta san andreas #sephiroth #sherry birkin #link legend of zelda #digital art #my art #resident evil #legend of zelda #Final fantasy #mlp:fim #gta san andreas

[trendfag]

well one of them won the show and the other was the first fourth-place elimination in 8 years. but thanks for asking!

#not counting sherry pie

[vlaroche]

Simple Classic Chicken Pot Pie Recipe A touch of sherry or white wine adds flavor to chicken pot pie, taking this comfort-food classic to a whole new level. 2 cups chicken broth, 1 package frozen peas and carrots not thawed, 1/3 cup butter, 2 medium onions chopped, 2 packages double-crust pie pastry thawed, 2 tablespoons vegetable oil, 6 cups roasted shredded rotisserie chicken, 1 can evaporated milk, 3 small stalks celery cut crosswise 1/4-inch thick, 1/4 cup dry sherry or white wine, salt and ground black pepper to taste, 9 tablespoons all-purpose flour, 1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley, 3/4 teaspoon dried thyme

#level #sherry #touch #comfort food #comfort-food classic #chicken pot pie recipe #chicken pot pie

[melanieathene]

Mr. Wonderful

This is a love story.

I'd like to say it was a classic case of love at first sight, but I don't know if that's true.

All I know for certain is that it's a love that was meant to be.

We don't get many quality folk in this dump that calls itself a diner. Truckers who haven't seen a washcloth in days – weeks maybe. Bums who stumble in to get out of the cold, taking up table space long after they've drained the last drop of coffee in their cup. Old folks on a tight budget looking for a cheap meal. Cheaters looking to score, streetwalkers looking to oblige them. Impatient, forlorn, pitiful people. Losers, every one.

He stood out like a sunbeam slicing through a cloudy sky. Clean, well-dressed, and handsome – god, he took my breath away with his movie star good looks. He was way prettier than the models you see in those fancy magazines – the ones I leaf through in the grocery line, but can never afford to buy.

“I'm gonna to marry that man,” I murmured.

Rhonda snapped her gum as she turned her head to follow my gaze. “Him?” She snorted. “Honey, he's out of your league. Married. Or gay. My money is on gay. Look at the long-haired fella he's with. There's something going on between them.”

“I don't care. I want that table. I'll trade you for the party of six.” I hitched my thumb towards table three.

The cackling old biddies sitting there were fussy, but they were surprisingly good tippers. Regulars who liked to meet up after church, or their book club, or whatever. Normally, Rhonda and I butted heads over who got to serve 'em.

“Your loss.” Rhonda shrugged and sauntered away. I saw the good-looking guy shoot a glance at her ample bosom as she walked by.

Gay, my ass.

I popped a couple of buttons on my blouse, the better to display my cleavage. If he liked boobs, mine were an even bigger eyeful than Rhonda's. The rest of the package wasn't bad either.

The green eyes that turned my way as I approached the back-corner booth set me in mind of an emerald I once saw in a store window. Dazzling. No other word for it.

“What can I offer you, gentlemen?” I asked in as sultry a voice as I could muster.

“Well, I don't know,” Mr. Wonderful drawled – and damned if he didn't sound just as good as he looked. “What do you have to offer?” The suggestive smile that accompanied the question set my pulse racing and my cheeks ablaze.

“Dean!” the tall one barked.

Oh-oh. I quickly suppressed a sigh. Jealous boyfriend alert. Abort! Abort!

But it would appear luck was on my side, because the next words out of his mouth were:

“You'll have to excuse my brother. He... He's...” Mr. Tall flung up his hands, as if giving up on trying to explain the unexplainable.

His (hallelujah!) brother grinned unrepentantly.

“I'll have a salad – the house dressing is fine,” Mr. Tall continued, obviously deeming it better for all concerned if he changed the subject. “He'll have the double cheeseburger with fries. And, uh... two coffees, please. Make mine decaf.”

“And pie,” Dean added. His eyes caressed my name tag, before straying over to the curve of my breast. “Apple if you've got it, Sherri with an 'i'. With whipped cream –”

“And a cherry on top?”

“Ahh, a woman after my own heart. Thank you, darlin'.”

I could feel the weight of his stare as I walked away. Who could blame me if I put a little extra wiggle in my walk?

“Not gay,” I whispered as Rhonda and I crossed paths. “With his brother. And he's a first class flirt.”

“Hrmph,” she muttered. “That don't mean nothing. I might bump him from gay to bi, but that's the best I can do for you. My gaydar's never wrong.”

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate Rhonda? She's my best friend and I love her to bits, but she can be an insufferable pain in the ass when she thinks she's right. Which is all the time.

I wasn't going to let her be right this time. Mr. Wonderful – Dean! – was the kind of man I'd been dreaming of for far too many years. I was through with settling for Cracker Jack toys! I wanted a real prize. And there he was... not ten feet away.

A glance over my shoulder at the booth showed Dean frowning as Mr. Tall shoved his laptop towards him. They both seemed pretty engrossed by whatever was on that screen. Real serious, like. So it would appear that I had a little competition after all. Digital competition. Pfftt! I wasn't worried about that. With my looks and bubbly personality, most men easily sway the way I want them to go. I fluffed my hair and unfastened yet another button. Hey, when you're going for the gold, you gotta give it all you've got.

I picked up the tray containing their order and called up my best smile. The megawatt one that best shows off my dimples and pearly whites.

That smile dimmed considerably as I turned to face them.

There was a third person in the booth. Another man. Another looker, with dark, wind-swept hair and heavy five o'clock shadow on his chiseled jaw. Dean had scooched over to make room for Mr. Trench Coat, but they were sitting close. Really close. In fact, they were pressed together from shoulder to hip to knee.

Dean caught my eye as I approached and hissed, “Personal space!”

“My apologies,” Mr. Trench Coat replied in a low rumble that rivalled Dean's for the honour of sexiest voice ever. Though why he was apologizing wasn't clear to me. Dean was the one who hadn't moved over far enough in the first place. The bigger question was where he had come from, though. I hadn't heard the bell ring to announce his arrival. It was a mystery that didn't sit well with me.

“Would you like to place an order, sir?” I said, polite and frosty in the same breath, as I set plates in front of the two brothers.

“No.”

No, thank you. Lovely manners you have, there.

Blue eyes lifted to meet my gaze, staring at me – through me – as if they could see into my very soul.

“No, thank you,” he intoned.

And just like that, I was dismissed. I mattered less to him than the cockroaches in the kitchen.

His eyes turned back to Dean. Dean's gaze fell to his plate. Mr. Tall choked back what could have been a chuckle – or maybe he just swallowed funny.

I beat a hasty retreat. But I wasn't done with table nine yet. Dean was clearly a dessert man. And I had pie as my secret weapon. Homemade pie, too. None of that pasty store-bought stuff most dives like ours serve. I baked it myself twice a week to squeeze a few extra bucks from our skinflint boss, and I wasn't beyond letting that little fact slip when I brought a slice over to Dean. So, take that, Blue Eyes.

Confidence restored, I felt almost generous towards the poor guy. I even brought him a glass of ice water – which he didn't touch. Nor did he thank me for it.

It was a fairly busy night, but I kept glancing over to that corner as I hurried about my tasks. Dean had once again inched closer to Blue Eyes – or maybe Blue Eyes was crowding him? Either way, their knees and elbows were knocking. Mr. Tall noticed this too. Judging from the knowing little smirk he wore, it wasn't the first time he'd seen it happen. But even his eyebrows rose when Blue Eyes casually swiped a fry from Dean's plate, and Dean didn't so much as blink. He'd slapped Mr. Tall's hand when he'd tried that trick not five minutes before, hard, growling something along the lines of, “if you insist on eating rabbit food, don't expect me to share the good stuff.”

Blue Eyes dove in for another fry. And then a third. And then he snagged Dean's coffee and took a tentative sip.

Apparently, that wasn't much to his liking. I had to turn away from the sourpuss face he pulled, just so I didn't laugh out loud. When I turned back, Dean was doctoring his coffee – pouring in creamer and adding tons of sugar – all without taking his eyes off the computer screen or his mind off his ongoing conversation with Mr. Tall. He removed the stir stick from the mug and licked it. Blue Eyes took advantage of his distracted state to grab the coffee and cautiously sample the results. He smiled and took a second, deeper drink. And a fourth fry.

It was with considerably less enthusiasm than I had originally planned that I delivered the pie and declared it was made by yours truly.

Oh, I hovered in the vicinity, ready and eager to reap the rewards of my labour, but I had a sinking feeling that Rhonda – once again – was going to be proven right.

Sure enough, I wasn't the one Dean sought out after the first bite. The look of bliss that crossed his face was all I'd wished for – and more – but it was Blue Eyes he turned to. Blue Eyes on the receiving end of an ecstatic smile. Blue Eyes who obligingly opened his mouth when so prompted, and thus received the second forkful of my pie.

What Blue Eyes thought of it, I'll never know. For at that very moment, the bell that had been faithfully announcing arrivals and departures (except for Blue Eyes', of course) blasted from its place above the door, followed by the door itself. Shattered glass flew in all directions, and the metal frame embedded itself in table five. I heard Rhonda scream, saw her limping for the kitchen with blood seeping from a gash on her left leg. Customers who jumped up, preparing to follow her example and flee, were trampled as a horde of people poured into the diner – fifteen – twenty – maybe more. They looked like a biker gang, all dressed in black leather with dangling chains, all tattoos and piercings and unkempt beards. We've had a lot of bikers pass through. Most of 'em never cause a spot of trouble, though a couple of times we've had rival gangs rumbling in our parking lot. But I'd never, ever before seen black eyes like this lot had. Black. So very black. Like the gates of hell must be...

I'm a little hazy on what happened next. There was a lot of hollering and pushing and crashing. Things flew through the air – tables, chairs, even people.

I slipped in a puddle of what I sincerely hoped was ketchup, and felt myself falling... but, somehow, Dean was there to catch me. He scooped me up in his arms like the hero in one of those stupid romance novels Rhonda likes to read. He carried me through the mêlée, shoved me into the restroom, and told me to lock the door and keep it locked.

He didn't have to tell me twice. I didn't have to see any more to know that whatever was happening out there, it was bad. Really bad.

I just prayed the bathroom door was strong enough to keep it from happening to me.

If there had been a window, I would have climbed out of it and run away.

But there wasn't a window. And I would never have known the end of the story if I had skipped out at the middle.

Two clear voices rang out, rising above the continuous chorus of furious shouts and frantic cries. A sudden wash of light crept under the door, almost blinding me with its intensity. The silence that followed was almost worse than the horrible noise that preceded it.

I'm not ashamed to admit I screamed like a little girl when a quiet knock sounded on the door. I was bawling like one too, I was that scared: snot and mascara smearing my face, breath hitching and heart hammering fit to burst.

“Sherri? Sherri, it's Sam. It's over. It's okay to come out.”

“I don't know you, Sam.” I sniffled and drew closer to the door, but I wasn't about to open it. “Why should I trust you?”

“I'm Dean's brother.”

“Where's Dean?”

“He was injured in the attack. Cas is... uh... patching him up. Don't worry, Dean's in good hands.”

“Is Cas a doctor?”

“No... not exactly. He's... It's hard to explain. Sherri, will you open the door? We have to get you out of here.”

“Dean told me to stay put.”

“Oh, for Christ's sake,” I heard Sam mutter. And then, louder, “Cas! Can you help Dean over here? I need him to convince Sherri that it's safe.”

Slow, shuffling footsteps made their way across the floor. It felt like an eternity before the voice I wanted to hear finally spoke my name.

“Sherri,” he said wearily. “It's Dean. Open the door.”

Blue Eyes was standing there scowling at me when I cracked the door open. His arm was snugly draped around Dean's waist, clearly supporting most of his weight. Dean's arm was slung around Blue Eyes' shoulders, further steading himself. I suppose I should have felt guilty for making Dean come to me in his condition, but I didn't. I flung myself against his chest and hugged him tight. But not too tight, and not for as long as I really wanted to hold him. His quick gasp let me know how much his ribs were hurting him.

“Thank you,” I said, reluctantly stepping back. “Thank you for saving my life.”

“It's what we do. Besides, how could I deprive the world of a five star pie maker like you?” The cocky grin was back and (damn!) it looked good on his face. Even bruised and bleeding, he was one fine looking man.

Blue Eyes' fingers twitched, knotting into the fabric of Dean's shirt. His little finger brushed against bare flesh where the shirt had rucked up. Dean shivered and turned a questioning gaze his way. “Sam will take you home,” he said absentmindedly, as if he'd already forgotten I was still standing there. It was obvious he was trying real hard to fit a puzzle together, as if he'd just found a missing piece and the picture was finally making sense.

Sam ushered me away, his giant hand hovering near my face, ready to shield me from the worst of the carnage, or so I believed at that moment. We were almost to the door when a thought struck me.

“Rhonda!” I exclaimed, suddenly stopping dead in my tracks. “She went into the kitchen. She was hurt.”

“Wait here.” Sam righted a toppled chair and gently but firmly insisted I sit down. I bit my lip as I looked around. Carnage? Where was the carnage? There should have been bodies. Lots of bodies. But there were none, just a strange, dark ash that coated every surface. As if the people had been burned away.

I remembered the blazing light.

Just before it flared, I remembered a voice calling, “Dean! Dean!” Desperation filled the cry. The anguish of a man about to lose all that he held dear. The voice of a blue-eyed man who liked his coffee overly sweet.

And I remembered Dean's voice crying out in reply. One single word: “Cas!” As if the name carried with it a thousand conversations they'd never had – should have had – might now have.

The kitchen door swung on its rusty hinges, and Sam came towards me carrying Rhonda as if she weighed no more than a kitten. She was unconscious, but alive. I felt my heart blossom in relief as I rose from the chair and rested a hand on her arm. Sam led us out the door. Out to the blessed smell of fresh air, where a hint of rain lingered like a promise on the breeze.

I don't know why I turned around for one final look at Mr. Wonderful.

He didn't look back at me.

He and Blue Eyes were too busy staring into each other's eyes.

Slowly, Dean leaned forward. Just as slowly, Blue Eyes tilted his head and leaned in to meet him halfway.

All love stories should end with such a tender, yearning kiss.

And, like I said at the beginning, this is a love story.

It just isn't mine.

Originally posted 2015-03-03. Just thought it might be fun to post some old stories here. :)

#supernatural #spn #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #original character #destiel fanfic

[i-am-inurmom]

Man I’m really craving some Allspice, amaranth, artichoke, acai Banana, barley, basil, bay leaves, bok choi chai Seitan pot pie, marbled rye, Bedhi'd black eyed peas, bing cherries Chioggia beets, hold the meats, gooseberries Cayenne chestnut, chia, coconut, custard Dahlia dates, saffron, dijon mustard, Durian, curry, kale, kasava Clove, eggplant, flax, demitasse, kava Garlic, kumquat, lychee, oca root Jalapeños, garbanzos, starfruit, snakefruit Lavender, lime, karela, kohlrabi Juniper, jak, wakame, wasabi Papaya, papalo, marigold, mango Oregano, sake, lemon, luo han guo, Kiwi, catnip, carolina reaper Egusi, icaco, Poppies, asparagus, queen anne's carrots Broccoli, a gac, Collard greens, butter beans, vanilla Pomegranate, pineapple, sarsaparilla Rambutan, dragonfruit, tapioca Atemoya, akebia, rose mocha, Amanita muscaria, chive, potatoes Watercress, sprouts, quinoa, tomatoes Parsley, sage, rosemary, Watermelon, marijuana, rhubarb Tamarind, tarragon, turnip, swiss chard Blueberry, caraway, fennel, cacao Boysenberry, cumin, cantaloupe (wow.) Celery, sesame, yam, anise, zinnia Kolas, granolas, marconas, gardenias Lentil, cabbage, vital wheat gluten wiener Ghost pepper, muenster, gewurztraminer, Apple, fig, pear, peach Pine, hazel, walnut, beech Spelt, millet, teff, taro Shallot, ginger, maca, farro, Yarrow, kalendula, kombu, chlorella Cilantro, pecan, citron, portobella Pumpkin, radish, onion, rice Ginkgo, olive, maple, ice, Thyme, strawberry Papaya, cattail, sherry Mulberry, plum, mimosa Argyreia nervosa, Cucumbers, maypops, shamrocks, Bourbon apricot sour Truffle, samphire flower, Squash, zucchini, macaroni, porcini, vermicelli Avocados, pistachios, cinnamon, royal jelly Persimmons, hemp hearts, green goddess Celastrus paniculatus Kombucha and oranges!

#tally hall #joe hawley #crazy f*** #so hungry 😭

[rialitysworld]

ok friends, i am waking up and choosing violence today since i have lately seen more and more people on here becoming jane fans. i think you all very conveniently forget the SA accusations from before the season even started and maybe you feel better about that since they are only allegations. but maybe also use your brains and think for a second what would happen if jane indeed confirms them. it's obvious we would have another sherry pie situation where the production would feel forced to cut her from the show and neither jane, nor rupaul would want that. also, i think it's safe to say she won't go home anytime soon based on her track record on the show. now, don't forget jane also knows how to play the game by not confirming anything and making herself the mean girl of the show. i love myself a villain but i also do have some morals and i suggest you do to

#idk how people don't feel disgust when they see her because i do #plane jane

[sapphosdesires]

"Instead of a mince pie and a glass of sherry, how about you take me upstairs and show me your bed... with you in it, naked."

#seductive #lesbian #lipstick #blonde #digital

[kendyb21]

Leon Headcanons Part 2:

Hello back again with some more. 😁❤️

TW: Guns

- Besides his mother, Leon loved and got along with his maternal grandfather growing up.

- He got his Dad jokes from his grandfather.

- His grandfather was also a history buff and will give documentary tapes to Leon to take home.

- His grandfather was a veteran

- He was also a gelato guy and would always take Leon to get some in the summer

- Sadly he passed away when Leon was 11.

- Instead of cake for his birthday, they will have pie and ice cream when he was a kid. (He would cry if you gave him pie and ice cream for his birthday now.)

- Leon failed his driving test 5 times but finally passed when he was 20.

- He’s not a bad driver but I feel like when he got older he just became more reckless. (He was a nervous driver when he was younger.)

- His uncle gave him the Jeep when he got his driver's license.

- Leon did go to college but dropped out during his junior year to become a cop.

- I feel like he was studying history or science. (I can kinda see him as a history teacher or a chemistry teacher.)

- The gun he has at the beginning of RE2R is his grandfather’s.

- Leon would like to have a dog or a cat but only if he has a spouse since he feels guilty for leaving them all alone.

- He does feed strays or makes sure they are taken care of at an adoption center when he comes back from work.

- Leon can only sleep when there are soft noises in the background. (rain, wind, tv, music, etc.)

- Leon’s apartment is bare. But if you go into his bedroom in his closet or drawers, you will see a little bit of the items he kept throughout his life.

- Ada’s teddy bear keychain, MP3 player, his old flip phone decorated with stickers by Ashley, a blue leather jacket that Claire gave him, a letter from Sherry, and Chris’ note reminding him to take care when he sees him again 🥺

- Leon has different flavors of gum since he has a sweet tooth.

- He hates the mint ones though.

- He dyes his hair every couple of months.

- Also learned to cut and style his hair ever since he was in the military. (This was the only sense of freedom and control he had during that time in his life.)

- He HATES when people touch his hair unless your his spouse. (He'll kick like a horse if you do. 😭)

- Was never a morning person but was forced to be one when he was in military training.

- However, he loves sunsets.

- He is a homebody but if he had a spouse he would love to go out on car dates with them. (Leon the foodie.)

- He HATES bugs. Specifically spiders and grasshoppers.

- The man has an iron stomach but hates anything too spicy.

- Leon loves the summer but hates the winter. (Especially with the holidays.🥺)

- He hates Meatloaf because of its texture.

- Claire gave him recommendations on what type of motorcycle to get.

- Not really into candy but the man loves Skittles.

- He loves hugs but is always so awkward with them and hesitant.

- The reason why he asks people to dinner is not that he wants to date someone but because he generally wants to have human interaction. (He's so lonely.)

- If he ever could retire, he would live by the beach in another country. (PLEASE GIVE THIS MAN A TRUE VACATION)

- PlayStation kid.

Thank you for the support from the last one. I'm thinking about doing Claire or Chris soon.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil headcanons #re headcanons #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy fluff #biohazard #trigger warning guns

[only-horse-polls]

Fictional Horse Tournament (FHT)

Starting list - Group Linus

#Group Linus propaganda

All media of origin are listed in parentheses and sorted in alphabetical order. Character names are not sorted in any order.

Fury (Fury)

Blue Jeans (Hannah Montana)

Spartan (Heartland)

Calypso (Horseland)

Scarlet (Horseland)

Aztec (Horseland)

Button (Horseland)

Tir Na Nog (Into the Wast)

Pebbles (Kingdom Come: Deliverance)

Sham (King Of The Wind)

Goliath (Ladyhawke)

Firebolt (LEGO Elves)

Silver (Lone Ranger)

Arod (Lord Of The Rings)

Asfaloth (Lord Of The Rings)

Bill the Pony (Lord Of The Rings)

Brego (Lord Of The Rings)

Firefoot (Lord Of The Rings)

Shadowfax (Lord Of The Rings)

Snowmane (Lord Of The Rings)

Jolly Jumper (Lucky Luke)

Maisa (Maisa de dappere arabier)

D-Horse (Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain)

Cascade (Midori no Makibaō)

Makibaō (Midori no Makibaō)

Miramis (Mio, My Son, Mio, Min Mio)

Mister Ed (Mister Ed)

Misty (Misty of Chincoteague)

Unnamed horse of Primadonna, Lagoona (Moomin)

Unnamned horse of The Lady of the Cold, The Great Cold, Isfun, Den stora kölden (Moomin)

Scheherazade, Sherry (Mr. Revere and I)

Khan (Mulan)

Mulle (Mulle, Min Häst)

Flicka (My Friend Flicka)

Umako (My Horse Prince, Uma no Prince-Sama)

Bon Bon (My Little Pony Tales)

Bright Eyes (My Little Pony Tales)

Clover (My Little Pony Tales)

Melody (My Little Pony Tales)

Patch (My Little Pony Tales)

Starlight (My Little Pony Tales)

Sweetheart (My Little Pony Tales)

Applejack (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Princess Cadance (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Princess Luna (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Rarity (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Fluttershy (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Minty (My Little Pony)

Bob (Nancy Drew: The Secret of Shadow Ranch)

Destrier (Narnia, Prince Caspian)

Breehy-hinny-brinny-hoohy-hah, Bree (Narnia, The Horse and His Boy, The Last Battle)

Hwin (Narnia, The Horse and His Boy, The Last Battle)

Jewel (Narnia, The Last Battle)

Strawberry, Fledge (Narnia, The Magician's Nephew)

The Piebald, The Pie (National Velvet)

#FHT #Group Linus

[tyanis]

Poll: Which female Resident Evil character can bake the best homemade pies?

After their little excursion (and subsequent escape) from the countryside, the gang stops at a farmer's market on the way back home to pick up some fresh ingredients.

At some point one of them had mentioned having some kind of big brunch thing together... although, no one can remember who it was... or why. No matter, with ingredients in hand the gang discusses who should make what.

Pies are brought up. The gang determines that the pies would be the most important part of the meal and therefore should only be made by the best baker... ignoring the fact that they'll be baking 20+ pies to even figure this out...

Winner goes on to face the winner of the male poll so make sure to vote in both!

#resident evil #resident evil poll #tumblr polls #polls are fun #helena harper #jill valentine #ingrid hunnigan #sherry birkin #sheva alomar #ada wong #ashley graham #rose winters #rosemary winters #rebecca chambers #mia winters #claire redfield #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu

[geddyqueer]

@birdinthefamily said "👹", which i am taking to mean she wants a snippet of the fic:

"That was pathetic," Robin tells him, as Sherrie Steer walks dejectedly out of the store.

"I'm trying to lead with honesty, here," he says, grabbing the tape she abandoned and taking it back to the shelves. He didn't want to watch Sixteen Candles again anyway.

Robin pulls her vest on, clips her bangs back, and switches over the cash drawer so she can close. "What are you even doing? You don't have shit going on tomorrow."

He reshelves the tape a little more forcefully than it deserves. "Um, I do actually have shit going on tomorrow, I'm picking Dustin up from his little club and then we're getting Hoosier Pie at the American Legion."

She stares at him.

"I told Claudia we'd meet her there," he says defensively.

"Sherrie Steer was throwing herself at you."

He scoffs. "I don't think she was, actually."

"She was literally asking to go roll around in the backseat of your car, Steve, and you're turning her down to go hang out with a fifteen year old and his mother at the American Legion. On Valentine's Day?"

"There's gonna be free pie!"

#tp

[mrsterlingeverything]

Ok I’m here to audition you for survivor. Take off your pants

I know its u sherry pie. Takes off my pants

[never-shouldve-come-here]

Yall are so thirty for the angst!! Can I please request some sweet fluffy domestic headcannons for my boy Kaidan and the LDB? I just want the little found family gang be happy!

-After life settles down a bit, they have a lot more time to themselves and Kaidan has the opportunity to do things he hadn't even considered before. He's trying everything under the sun- gardening, painting, cooking, writing, heck even knitting. Doesn't matter what it is, he's always smiling just because he finally can, ya' know?

-If they have kids, Kai is 100% a PTA dad. He's talking trash with the other parents, getting into cat fights with this one mom he's declard his rival, and begging Xelzaz to come over and help him bake because divines forbid that snake Sherry bring a better pie than him.

-If the ldb convinced Kaidan to live in a town, we know that he'd very much hate his neighbors. But not in a mean way, more like in a Dinkleberg way. He'd be building comically large fences n shit just to keep them out of his sight.

-Even after being with the ldb for years, sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and looks at them sleeping and just has to take a minute to soak in the fact that it's real. He still doesn't think he deserves it and he still worries it could be taken away but in that moment they're there and he's just in awe of it.

#i am so sorry i literally forgot this was in my drafts #tes skyrim #skyrim custom followers #kaidan 2 #kaidan x ldb

[dimity-lawn]

Coles Philips + a meat pie + a glass of sherry + belief = Dear Hogfather,. No, I don’t know why.

Coles Phillips

1912

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