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aliciahopesanddreams  asked:

KEITH'S BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW!!! I'M THROWING A PIZZA PARTY TO CELEBRATE!!!! 😄

yES, GOOD!!! ;; IM SO EXCITED FOR KEITH’S BIRTHDAY, I HOPE HE GETS LOTS OF PRESENTS AND GOOD THINGS!! Shiro tries to bake a cake and it ends up completely burnt but Keith likes it anyway. Team Voltron has a big party on the castleship and Keith’s never had so many people around to celebrate his birthday. It’s a little much, but he thinks it’s very sweet and later he and “Shiro” just go stargazing while Kuron tells Keith how much he means to him. 

The BOM are very confused because they’re like “It’s his birthday? But he was born?? Years ago??” They usually just celebrate when the person’s first born, and this is kind of weird, but they just roll with it and Kolivan gets him one of those little 80′s Lotor helmets like the one Zarkon gave baby Allura. 

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It’s Keith’s Birthday guys!!! 
Familiar picture! 

Photos taken right before murder (Pray for Lance)

emuchipmunk  asked:

All the Losers are stunned when it's Stan's birthday or something and Richie shows up with this expertly decorated and baked cake and they make him prove he didn't buy it by making a cake exactly like it, which he obviously nails. They just don't believe that he would pay attention to details for that long and even really care about making a cake look at good.

YESSSS YES YES YES

Richie can’t sit still but he Can focus, as long as he’s moving, so when he’s looking for something to eat and he comes across an old cake mix and a tin of icing in the back of the cupboard he just, follows the instructions and makes it, and while he’s putting on the icing he starts to find it oddly entertaining to use a spoon to put shapes and patterns on the cake - he really rummages through the kitchen until he finds icing bags and tips and then finds his old bin of play-doh and whenever he has free time or his mom is drunk or his dad is yelling he just, practices on the back of a hard cover book or a board or whatever he can find

anonymous asked:

whats the first thing keef does for his birthday

i could write the first thing that popped into my head which is super angsty but IM NOT GONNA DO THAT SO!!!!

The first thing keith does is sleepily open his eyes to the sight of the team bickering at his bedside about who gets to give him the first slice of the cake they baked for him when he wakes up.  They were trying to be quiet to not wake him up yet but it ended with pidge elbowing lance in the face and lance yelling in pain, waking keith up.  

It takes a second of keith staring at them all wide-eyed before they even notice he’s awake but as soon as they do it’s a huge dog pile on the bed with shouts of “happy birthday keith!” very out of sync and all keith can do is laugh happily and full of joy.  His eyes are a bit teary but it’s out of gratefulness at the fact that his new found family loves him so much.

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3.3 miles to start of my 33rd year correctly. 🤗🎉🍾

Didn’t feel like doing a long run cause I didn’t want to have to set an alarm on my last day of vacation.

Got back from my run and helped tom and my dad cut up and stack wood. Now I’m baking a cake and relaxing.

We head back to Kentucky tomorrow morning. I miss the dogs, but not really looking forward to work since I found out the truck was back from the shop for a few hour and is still doing the same thing. So back to same transmission place for it to not get fixed. I mean they only had it for 3 weeks and did nothing to it. So makes sense to keep bringing it back to the same guy.

My grandmother was strong with muscular legs and ready arms outstretched

They said

“This woman could move mountains”

She created three children one of disease, one of obedience, and one of thought

She used to set the mattress against the couch so i could have a slide indoors

Used to sit me on the counter to bake cakes with her

Used to have a brother named Beauty who could have been

Who could have been

This woman who taught me how to feed the birds with grains of rice and frozen corn

This woman cries

Doesn’t have enough blood in her for a blood test

Looks sheepish when i have to help her use the bathroom

That woman could still move mountains

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Dead velvet cake
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INGREDIENTS
1 box Red Velvet cake, plus ingredients called for on box
2 8-oz. packages cream cheese, softened
1 stick butter, softened
2 ¼ c. powdered sugar
1 tsp. vanilla extract
½ c. cold water
2 tbsp. cornstarch
½ c. light corn syrup
1 tsp. vanilla extract
red food coloring
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DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 350º and butter and flour two 9" cake pans. Prepare red velvet cake batter according to box directions. Divide between two cake pans and bake according to instructions.
Make cream cheese frosting: In a large bowl, beat cream cheese and butter until light and fluffy, then add powdered sugar and vanilla and mix until combined.
Make “blood”: in a small saucepan, stir together water and cornstarch until fully combined. Turn on heat to medium and pour in corn syrup. Let simmer and stir frequently for 2 minutes. Remove from heat and stir in vanilla and red food coloring.
Place bottom cake on a cake plate and trim the dome of the cake. Add “blood” to the top layer, just enough to dampen the cake. Cut the dome off the second cake and place upside down on the bottom layer of cake.
Frost the entire outside of the cake with cream cheese frosting, making sure to make an extra smooth layer on top. Pour “blood” on the top and allow some to drip down the sides. Serve.
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Credits #delish
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#bloodycake

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yaomommy  asked:

003 on Momo :3

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

  • How I feel about this character: PRECIOUS INNOCENT GIRL WHO NEEDS TO BELIEVE IN HERSELF MORE.
  • All the people I ship romantically with this character: Shouto and Kyouka honestly.
  • My non-romantic OTP for this character: with Sato baking cakes and junk because baking is a lot like chemistry you need to know exactly what you’re doing or it’ll blow up in your face, and Momo thinks its good practive for her quirk. 
  • My unpopular opinion about this character: Her costume is fine as it is, it shows off a lot of skin yeah, but she’s the one who designed it to be that way in the first place, no one is forcing her to wear it, and besides, chances are she’ll change the costume later, like a few other characters have already, so this was a non issue to begin with.
  • One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Hmm…maybe get to see where she’s interning right now? It’s gotta be better then what she got with Uwabami.
  • My OTP: Todomomo, natch.
  • My OT3: None that I can think of

msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”

So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!


“You’re not dead,” Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.

“Nope,” Scott says. He looks confused by that part.

“So… That’s good?” Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump anyway.

Scott follows Stiles back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.

Scott says, “It was weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”

Stiles arches a skeptical eyebrow.

“I mean, the pie was great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole thing?”

Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says, “I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.

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Stiles doesn’t know if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.

Scott’s betas are reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.

Stiles holds out the plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones, it’s insane.

Stiles says, “Nice to meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”

And then Jackson fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says with a scowl.

“Lydia told us you got eaten by a giant lizard.”

Jackson scowls harder. “Fuck off.”

Stiles would like to say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved out of marble. Balls.

And then someone says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.

He flinches and spins around and says, “Fuck my life.”

The hottest mountain man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are eating Stiles’s soul.

Stiles wordlessly holds out the plate of brownies.

Derek takes them with a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.

Stiles slinks around Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.

The Hale pack all watch him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.

Stiles thinks that if this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a motherfucking cake.

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A voice told him where to go, and he went.

Maybe there was a time when the word of a disembodied voice would not have been enough. He doesn’t remember it. He doesn’t remember a lot of things. He remembers a lot of things. He remembers the wrong things.

He is slow. Maybe he wasn’t always slow, but he is slow now. There is no straight line between points. He considers every tree and every flower. He picks apples and catches lizards. He stares at the sky, and chases the stars.

He doesn’t speak much. He’s told he never did. He wonders if it was then what it is now, the way the words taste wrong and never fit on his tongue. Hylian and Hylian and Hylian but it never sounds right to the points of his ears. His first language is foreign and his accent is nowhere. He doesn’t sound like a hero. He doesn’t know what he sounds like, but he knows he doesn’t like it. It grates the way any wrong thing grates. He says nothing, and no one seems to mind.

He catches beetles, and stops to take pictures of fish.

In the burnt husk of a home, he finds a rusted shield. It didn’t do them much good, whoever they had been. He finds them all over, these floors without ceilings, these roofs without walls. He wonders, always: have I been here before? Did I know them, once? This house on the mountain, this cabin in the woods, would they have recognized me? Was this a name that fit on my tongue?

He learns to bake a cake, breaks rock salt and rubies from veins of ore in the earth.

He moves the sails of a raft with a Korok leaf, and he thinks: this should be easier. He wills the wind to move, but there is nothing. He looks out at the ocean and thinks: what might we find there? His raft is dead wood. He is alone.

He catches fairies in his hands, pink light and warmth and a faint ringing in his skin. They never complain. They never speak. He opens his hands to let them go, and they are the wrong color. The Great Fairy laughs, and it’s so much prettier than it used to be. Than it never was. He rolls glass bottles in his hands, but he doesn’t take them with him.

There is something restful in this. He can’t explain it, even if he had words to try. In his long slumber something inside him came unmoored, and he knows things he must not. He is tired. He knows this most of all. There is work to be done. There has always been work to be done.

He lights a fire, roasts a fish, picks at the flaky meat while it’s still hot enough to burn his fingertips.

He thinks of a sister he never had. He thinks of a grandmother he never had. Did he know his grandmother? In the Lost Woods he stares at the Deku Tree, and knows this is not home. There is a green-haired girl on the backs of his eyelids, and she sounds like three notes repeating.

He finds an ocarina made of wood, and runs his fingers over the holes. Three notes, repeating. He plays them, and nothing happens. He checks the shape of the moon and his reflection in the water. He plays three notes, different this time. There is nothing but an ache.

It sounds more like his voice than his voice ever did, and that hurts worse than silence.

He tries to remember Mipha. He wants to remember her most of all. They were friends, he is told. Close, he is told. He has nothing but fragments and a shirt that fits too well. When he tries to remember, he sees blue scales instead of red.

Zelda is Zelda is Zelda. She is the reference point around which the world turns. She is always Zelda, even when she isn’t. Her face is always her face. He is grateful and resentful in turns. There are so many people he would remember, if he could. Instead there is Zelda.

Ganon is not Ganon is not Ganon. He doesn’t know if Ganon has a face. He’s had so many faces. Was this ever a man, this manifestation of malice? He remembers eyes of gold, he remembers snouts. He recognizes the smell of him in burnt cloves and blood.

Fear is red lights and a blue glow. He knows these things were hope, once. He can’t remember it. He can’t remember seeing six metal legs and believing they would save him. Did he always know that it was helpless? It feels like he should have known.

The words are different, but the meaning is the same. He is procrastinating. If he needed an excuse, he would call it training. He would say they need every advantage. He would say they will only have one chance. No one asks for excuses. He says nothing.

Zelda has waited a hundred years. She waits, still.

She remembers a boy who never rushed her. She remembers, the way he does not, his silent patience while she found herself. While she took too long to find herself. She will wait for him to find himself, even if he takes too long. They may doom the world with their patience, but does the world not owe them this? There are so many worlds, and so few of them are kind. What could this world have been, if it had been kind? What might she have saved if it had not demanded saving?

She did not save the world. She will not save the world. She saved a single point of kindness who did not ask it from her. She will not ask it from him, but he may save her all the same. He is courageous. He is kind. Please, be careful.

He catches Koroks in durian trees, and chases dragons through canyons.

He jumps off a cliff to land in a stable, and no one there sees the hero he should be. He is no one, he is nothing. He is halfway to a beast, but they’re grateful for his help, when he offers it. He always offers it. He doesn’t know how not to.

His hands are calloused. Sometimes they bleed. He ties up his hair every morning, and does not stop. Swords fit so neatly in his hand. Sometimes he uses them to light fires or carve birds. It’s just easier. A sword is all he knows. He’s trying to be more. This might be beyond him.

Sometimes he growls when he’s angry. Sometimes he rips things apart with his teeth. Sometimes dogs follow him, but sometimes they whine. The shadows aren’t always unfriendly, and he feels them like fingers in his hair. There are eyes like fire in the mirrors at night, but he can only see them in the corners of his eyes.

The first time the Gerudo catch him, it was because he tried to scale their walls. Why did he think that would work? Urbosa would laugh if she knew.

He catches horses, but they’re never the right one. The hooves are wrong, the gait is wrong. They are never a part of him, an extension of his own legs. He rides across fields and they hesitate the way she never did. He whistles three notes, sometimes, but it never works.

He finds it, eventually. The place the voice told him about. Walls without a roof. Has he been here before? Surely he has. It’s night when he arrives. His footsteps make no sound. This is how he navigates the world, now, quiet as the sky. It’s easier this way. He kneels down to catch the latch on the chest, and when it opens, he cannot breathe.

He stares at it for a long time.

The moon is only the moon. His skin is still his own. Eventually, he breathes again.

He almost laughs.

He slides the mask onto his face.

Geode Cake pops


Yields 2 to 4 dozen

The things you’ll need

Ingredients
  • 1 1/3 cups all purpose flour
  • 2/3 cup cocoa powder
  • 1 ½ teaspoons baking powder
  • ½ teaspoon cinnamon
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 1 1/3 cups sugar
  • 2/3 cup firmly packed brown sugar
  • 4 eggs
  • 1/3 cup water
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • ¼ cup vegetable oil
  • ½ cup cream
  • ½ cup chopped chocolate
  • Dark chocolate coating chocolate
  • White & gold sanding sugar
  • Ro’s Sugar Gems
Equipment
  • Stand mixer with paddle attachment
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Small bowl
  • Whisk
  • Rubber spatula
  • Ice cream scoop
  • 9 by 13-inch cake pan lined with parchment paper
  • Lollipop sticks
  • Brown & white royal icing in decorating bags fitted with #2 tips
  • Baking spray
  • Baking sheet lined with parchment paper

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 325°F.
  2. In a large bowl, whisk together flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt. Add sugars and whisk together until well combined.
  3. In a medium bowl, whisk together eggs, water, vanilla extract, sour cream, and oil. Mix together until well combined.
  4. Pour wet ingredients into dry ingredients and whisk together until well incorporated.
  5. Pour batter into a greased and lined pan and then tap the pan on the counter to remove air bubbles.
  6. Bake for 35 to 40 minutes.
  7. Remove cake and allow it to cool completely. Cut cake into portions and then mix portions in a stand mixer with a paddle attachment for 3 minutes.
  8. Microwave cream for one minute and then pour over chopped chocolate. Whisk until well combined.
  9. Pour ganache over the cake crumbs and then mix with paddle attachment on low speed for 2 to 3 minutes.
  10. Roll cake balls smooth and then use your fingers to press a cavity in the center.
  11. Place cake balls on a baking sheet lined with parchment and refrigerate for an hour.

Time to decorate!

  1. Dip a lollipop stick into dark chocolate and then insert into a cake ball. Do this for the rest of your cake pops and then refrigerate them for 30 minutes.
  2. Dip cake balls into dark coating chocolate and then allow them to dry.
  3. Use brown royal icing to attach sugar gems to the inside of each cake ball. Allow to dry completely.
  4. Pipe a thin line of white royal icing around the edge of each geode and then coat in white and gold sanding sugar.
  5. TaDa! Rock the party with these amazing Geode Cake Pops!