I’m in the mood to just cook. 

Browsing through cookbooks online has me ridiculously motivated.

december—jones:

OOC: UGH Ami… *face acid* I’m sorry I haven’t replied to Ducks yet… I’ll get on that.

It’s okay darling! No rush! I’m watching all of the other drama to occupy myself, really. ;u;

Man Time || Blake and Austin 

austin-wolfe:

Austin laughed, “you don’t have to call me brother. It’s just kind of my thing.” He began reeling in his line. There was a bite and Austin pulled on the pole, hoping to imbed the hook in the fish’s mouth, but suddenly there was no tension. Austin continued to reel it inI with a shake of the head. When the hook was out of the water, he saw the bait was already consumed by a sly fish. Austin grabbed some bait out of the bucket and began to put it on the hook.

“You a fishing man,” Austin said, awknowledging the stranger’s presence once more. “I would hope so. The two words are basically synonyms,” he laughed lightly at his poor sense of humor. He was basically saying you’re not a man if you don’t like to fish. He nodded to a tall wardrobe like thing at the end of the pier. “There are poles in that and I have bait,” he motioned to the bucket. “I’m glad the school seems to keep this place well stocked. It’s like my favorite place here.” Austin paused realizing he didn’t even know this guy’s name. “I’m Austin by the way. And you are?”

Watching the reel and the rod go too and fro in the water intrigued Blake a bit more than he thought he would. He looked at Austin’s tools as he spoke. His eyes sparkled a little until he had to introduce himself. “I’m Blake. It’s nice to meet you Austin.” Blake didn’t feel intimidated at all by Austin. Actually he felt comfortable with this new person already. It was just the way he had approached Blake. The reserved side of Blake shed off in a split second. He glanced over toward where Austin had pointed. He squinted his eyes as he looked in the direction. “I really…haven’t fished before, to be honest. I’ve watched others do it and seen it countless times on T.V…” Blake pursed his lips eyes going back out to the wather. “I never seen sitting still and throwing worms into the water as really my…thing. It’s so still, y’know?” Blake shrugged. It was a personal opinion. No he was not a fishing man. He was the party guy, but only at heart. He kept to himself, yes, but like a bug to a light he was drawn to things with big action and high activity. Fishing…not particularly one of them. “You make it look fun and relaxing though. I’ll give you that.” He nodded in agreement for that much.