#dinner and a show

[aimasup]

There's this oneshot comic idea for the Amazing Digital circus few months back, where Caine - ahrm - Manager Caine sends them to be food service in a nice restaurant. Panic and bloodthirst erupt naturally. Not an AU, just an adventure

I don't know if I'll ever get around to this, which sucks because it was one of those ideas cooking nicely for a while but I lost the appetite for once I finally have time to sit down for it ಥ⌣ಥ

So if it is never finished, at least this much will be out there! We'll see hehe

[boobliker42069]

if i was a vampire i would simply eat her out on her period i dont care. efficiency

[ultimate-torchwood-monthly]

And here are our finalists!

The finals will consist of 66 polls to be released over a length of time to be decided by this poll starting on August 16th (to give me time to actually make all the polls lmao). Each finalist will go up against each other and whichever audio wins the most matches and points will be crowned the ultimate Torchwood monthly! May the best monthly win!

[harveyb-wabbit92]

[After Volo gets hit by a food truck, everyone’s just standing around waiting for the ambulance. ‘cept for Emmet who is ordering food from the truck.]

Emmet’s S/o: You bought tacos?

Emmet: Uh-huh.

[He offers a taco to his S/o who shrugs and takes it]

Ingo: From the truck that hit Volo?

Emmet: Well, me starving isn’t gonna help him.

[Ingo thinks for a moment then nods and  joins them sitting on the curb eating tacos, watching Volo be hauled away in an ambulance.]

[hobertgadling]

Dinner and a Show // starter for @ladyconstantinex

After his last lecture of the day, Robert Gadling had rushed home and spent two whole hours getting ready for his date with Johanna. Was it a date? No, surely not. It was an appointment, he decided. Calling it a date made him nervous.

He arrived at Covent Garden Square around seven, hoping that was the appropriate time since she hadn't been specific when she had interrupted his office hours earlier that afternoon and told him they were meeting for dinner. He looked at himself in the reflection of a shop window and smoothed out any wrinkles from his navy three piece suit. She had told him to dress nicely and he hoped this was what she meant.

It was one of the many things Hob disliked about dates- no, appointments. So much was left unsaid and he rather wished she had told him precisely all of the details. What if her definition of dress nicely was completely different from hers? What if she should up at an hour later than him? What if she stood him up completely?

The professor glanced about, hoping to catch sight of her before he worried himself to death.

@ladyconstantinex

[yours-trudy]

Sorry, Trudy. This show was one night only.

[thewhorenextdoorsblog]

[draw-back-your-bow]

Dinner and a Show | O.Q

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Pairing: Oliver Queen x fem!reader, (Platonic) Team Arrow x fem!reader:

Request: “You should have a part 2 [To In Through The Window, Out Through The Door] where they’re all unconscious except Oliver, and he just watches her as the reader cares for them. And she doesn’t know he’s awake, so when reader js cooking dinner again, he silently walks into the kitchen, sits at the counter on a stool, and says something. The reader jumps becuz they didnt know he was awake and end up spilling food all over their white shirt. 👀 Their shirt is see through now and reader has to take a shower, comes out smelling like fresh flowers. Reader finishes dinner while making small talk with Oliver (Green Arrow) and then the rest of the team wake up to dinner on the table, and Oliver and Reader already eating (with masks on, of course)And then Diggle or someone is like “Save some for us.” And dig into the food and its really good.“ | Requested by @ciarrauchiha

A/N: This doesn’t really fit in the timeline after the first or second fic. But it takes place in the same universe as the two. Also, I’m not sure if the requester meant for the guys to be unconscious as in injured or just asleep or whatever, but I decided to make them just sleeping since I feel like it wouldn’t make much sense for all of them to go to the reader's apartment instead of a hospital. But I would definitely like to write an injured!Oliver x reader if anyone’s interested.

Summary: An accident at dinner leaves you and the Green Arrow wishing that you cooked more often.

Warnings: Shirtlessness

Word Count: ~1.5k

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You didn’t expect to find yourself in the situation again, especially not so similar to the first. But alas, there you were, cooking what recently became a four-person dinner, while the city’s infamous vigilantes were passed out in your living room.

However this time, they had chosen to rest by their own will, wanting to take a break from the field without going all the way back to their hideout. And before you knew it, they were sleeping peacefully on your couch, still suited-up.

There wasn’t much else you could do while they snoozed, so you opted to continue with your evening that was mostly uninterrupted despite the three guests you would now cater to.

Going through the motions of the spaghetti you had prepared for yourself a million times before, you became immersed in the scent of tomato sauce and italian seasoning, not noticing the stirring behind you.

Turning to pick up the strainer, you were immediately faced with the Emerald Archer himself, barely five feet away and silently observing you.

Slightly jumping in surprise at his close and quiet presence, you gasped while placing a hand over your beating heart to calm yourself. And in the back of your mind, you felt a sense of deja vu.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed, “You need a bell.”

If you hadn’t been so focused on not having a heart attack, you would have noticed the small smile on his face before he quickly neutralized his expression once more.

“But I guess that would make it harder to hide in the shadows and such vigilante-ing,” you joked.

Glancing at him to find any remnant of humor, you only saw his blank face. But then again, you weren’t skilled enough to notice any microexpressions which would give away his true feelings.

So with your shortcomings in mind, you mentally decided that your joke was hilarious, and he was definitely laughing on the inside… probably.

Moving on, you gestured to the pot simmering on the stove, “I made dinner… if you guys do that kind of stuff.”

Moving to put the noodles into the sauce and meatballs, you glanced at him, his silence making you add, “Or are carbs not in your meal plan?”

At that, he cracked a slight smile, and he was not able to hide it before you noticed.

“Ahhh,” you pointed at him, “I saw that! You are capable of joy!”

Lifting his hand up to turn off his voice modulator, he spoke, “Thank you.”

At his pure, unfiltered voice, you stumbled, the spaghetti noodles falling into the pot causing the hot, tomato sauce to splash up onto you.

You hissed in pain at the mild burn, causing the vigliante to jump up at your distress and come to your aid.

Turning on the faucet to wet a towel, he placed it over the burn while you shuffled to take off your now-stained shirt. He was attempting to press the cold cloth to your chest, but before you realized what you were doing, you had rid yourself of your top and now stood before him in nothing but a bra that cut awfully low.

Upon you baring yourself, he immediately stopped his motions, but you didn’t even notice his frozen figure as you took the towel from him and placed it on yourself to cool the burn.

Once you were no longer preoccupied with the consequences of your falter, you looked up to see the Star City vigilante looking at your head, to ensure you were alright without staring at your disrobed area.

Suddenly feeling a wave of heat that you couldn’t blame on the now-cooled burn, your eyes widened as you realized the situation you put yourself in. 

Clutching the stained shirt up to cover your chest, you muttered, “Um, I’m just going to go change. Help yourself to the spaghetti that wasn’t spilled all over me, it should be finished by now.”

You didn’t stick around to see his silent acknowledgement of your words before you bolted to your bedroom, quietly slamming the door to not wake your sleeping guests.

Leaning against the wall, you rested your head against it while clenching your eyes shut in an attempt to erase the past five minutes from your mind– and hopefully his too.

You softly banged your head against the wall in frustration and tried not to think about how he was looking at you. After a moment of regret and self-hatred, you pulled yourself together and grabbed a new shirt.

Walking out of your room, you erased any residual embarrassment off of your face, and instead decided to pretend like nothing ever happened. Plus, you couldn’t be the first girl he’s seen shirtless, not that you wanted to think about any other women he may have observed in that situation.

While you were gone, the rest of his team had woken up and all three heroes were sitting around your dining table with plates full of spaghetti and garlic bread.

“Hope you don’t mind, but we got a little hungry,” Arsenal muttered in between bites of food.

Spartan was twirling pasta around his fork when he commented, “I took the bread out of the oven, it looked about ready.”

Glancing over to your stovetop, you saw the garlic bread you put in earlier cooling, a nice golden-brown color.

You falteringly nodded, not adjusted to the reality of you having three vigilantes in your apartment, casually eating dinner. Well, all but one, that is.

“Not hungry?” you asked the man in green who was sitting at the table, but opted out of eating.

Instead of answering, or possibly admitting that he didn’t trust you enough to eat your food, the Green Arrow ignored the question and instead asked his own, “Are you okay?”

You raised your eyebrows at his not-so-smooth attempt to redirect your attention. Although he obviously dodged your inquiry, you still answered, “Good, thank you. The cold towel really helped.”

Despite his generally unemotional and stiff frame, you were able to see him give a slight nod at your words. And you smiled at him caring about your well being, even though he didn’t show it.

Spartan and Arsenal didn’t seem to think anything of you and the Emerald Archer’s conversation, instead being immersed in their own. And as words faded out between you and the experienced hero, you both listened to the two chat about past missions.

Although you weren’t verbally talking to the vigilante, you were both sharing glances, making sure not to be caught by the other. You wouldn’t dare openly stare at the hero, but you were far too comfortable stealing brief looks when he wasn’t watching.

But little did you know, he was doing the same.

The rest of the dinner didn’t consist of many words from you or the green-hooded hero, but the one thing on both your minds was that it would not be the last time you cooked. But maybe next time, you would get some help.

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Bingo Squares: Team Bonding, Big Finish

[shayspencer]

Day 8: Jealous

If you ask Dean, he’s not the jealous type. “I’m calm in any storm, baby.” Was a phrase he often tossed about in mixed company. But those who really knew Dean, knew just how angered and insecure he could get.

It wasn’t until a Tuesday (of all days) that Sam experienced such a feat. He and Cas had been lounging around the bunker, tossing back a few beers and reminiscing about the better times the two’d had. It became clear very quickly that they often didn’t have time for one another.

“We should hang out more.” Sam declared.

Though Castiel could tell the younger Winchester was clearly more inebriated than himself, and there wasn’t exactly a way they could spend more time together (they lived together, and worked together), he couldn’t help but to agree. “What do you propose?”

Sam’s eyes went wide in thought, his sight trained in on the table between them, a trait Cas associated with a drunker version of Sam. “Let’s see a movie. Maybe grab dinner.”

Cas agreed, so the two end up out on the town.

By the time they returned, hanging the keys to the impala on the designated hook in the garage, the sun had long gone down. Sam was fitful with laughter, and Castiel himself was feeling rather giddy.

“We should do that again.” Sam patted Cas on the shoulder, stumbling down the two steps into the darkened kitchen.

“Yes, we should-” Cas stopped when the lights flicked on behind them.

“Do you two have any idea what time it is?” Dean, clearly enraged, strode into the room. He’d since shed his signature button-up so you could see the veins popping up in his arms with his short sleeve t.

Sam tossed a glance at the oven. “It’s 10:30.”

“Ten-“ Dean paused, leaning in close enough that Cas could smell the spaghetti on Dean’s breath, “thirty. I made dinner, in case you were wondering.”

“There’s nothing in the fridge-“

“Because I ate it!”

“Dean,” Sam took a step forward, “we’re sorry we didn’t invite you.”

“You should be!” He tossed his arms up in the air. “Have Cas I ever left without telling you where we’re going? Huh?”

“Actually, yes. Dean, we have.”

Dean decided that Cas’ memory served no relevance to this particular conversation. “I’m gonna need a minute.” Dean waltzed back out.

“I think we should give him a minute.” Cas concluded in Dean’s wake.

“Yeah,” Sam bit his lip to hide the laugh that threatened to escape. “I think we should.”

* Happy #DreamyDrabble to all and @deancaskiss *

[souryogurt64]

aside from the minute community on tumblr and twitter I think the reception is pretty positive so yeah he's sleeping well, he probably doesn't even, know there are people who hate him

once i was eating a salad on the deck and my roommate opened the window and announced to me that brendon was coming back and read me every tweet dragging him on her TL through the window

[ultimate-torchwood-monthly]

[dramaticsautee]

The Uncanny Counter and the Uncanned Salsa 

Do you like being bothered by someone who looks like Jesus but weird moans and gasps are it’s only vocabulary? And you’d better believe that weird Jesus look alike is gonna faint any time you do literally anything. Well you’d better be ready because otherwise your inner demons are coming to bother you... same with that infuriating corruption plot! 

You know what wouldn’t bother your inner demons though? This uncanned, fresh salsa- we guarantee you and your inner demons will agree on at least one thing, and it’s the fact that this salsa is freaking good (I hope. At least I thought it was good idk) 

Uncanned Salsa Recipe: 

Ingredients: 

1 tomato, diced

1 handful of cilantro, roughly chopped 

1/8th of a red onion, diced

3 pinches of cumin

1 pinch of salt

1 pinch of pepper 

Instructions: 

Throw all the ingredients into a bowl and stir. Serve with whatever the hell you want. Or just eat it, it’s pretty good (and healthy? and cheap??? for university students? What a steal) 

Overall food score: 9/10 Tomatoes

The Uncanny Counter - My thoughts

So yes, I watched this show, and while I don’t think I can say it was bad, but there were definitely characters that got on our nerves that proooobably weren’t supposed to. Not to mention my favourite character ended up being some random bully who showed up exactly five minutes in every second episode- but that might have been because I thought he looked like Light Yagami who did Youtube reaction channels instead of - you know- killing people. 

(cc: me after realizing I spent 2 hours editing this fake youtube screenshot of this dude reacting to himself beating people up) 

That’s why we call him Yight Lagami- the reverse Light Yagami, who’s pretty pathetic but still overall kinda still an ok dude? I know he literally beats up the disabled but honestly he gets better. Please believe me he actually gets better I’m not delusional- 

Wi-Gen was definitely my least favourite character. She’s that Jesus looking guy I mentioned earlier. Definitely breathes a little too much, I think. And here she is, gasping and falling over... again: 

(cc: Me watching my reading week fly by when I sit in my room and do nothing for the 5th day in a row)

Wigen: breathes

Me: shut up binch-

OVERALL SHOW SCORE: 7/10 Wi gens

November 1-12, 2022

[duey65]

Dinner and a show

I’m in Vancouver for the evening, enjoying dinner out on my own and then to see a play – Come From Away. It’s received amazing reviews and I’m excited to be going to the theatre. I’m enjoying my alone time and time to think of my next move. I have an opportunity to head to the east coast, but also positions are opening up here. So it’s a dilemma but a good dilemma. In the meantime, it’s time to…

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[slut-for-bad-guys]

Yeah I'll give you dinner wnd a show. The dinner being McDonald's. Or Subway or Pizza Hut if you wanna get fancy. And the show being me yelling at Game of Thrones