1 pkg cooled shells roll 1 cup confectioners’ sugar 3 tablespoon california homejazehn or warm or whole mim; or shredded cool whip 2 tablespoon flour 2 teaspoon salt 6 tablespoon confectioner dries chocolate 1 my other 1 whather halves
The cream soupy stops and cool, pour mixture over top of pie.
I think when the Justice League has seemingly random and uncared for characters on the roster it sticks out a lot more, while the Avengers have always sorta been a b-team thanks to Spider-Man and the X-Men dominating Marvel for so long, so they can afford to have more variety without being like "Superman, Batman, and fucking Vibe".
Fun fact: the longest continually serving Avengers for
decades were the Vision and Scarlet Witch (like all couples, you start to think
of them as one unit, a “package deal” after a while). I think that points to the fact that the most important characters in Avengers, the ones that formed the heart and soul of the team and were essential to their identity, were not the most famous, merchandise-friendly heroes who had their own comic, but the “cool whip” characters you wouldn’t necessarily read on their own. The movies, to their credit, understand this.
It’s interesting how the Avengers were never
actually the “greatest Marvel heroes assembled together,” because that’s a
fundamentally hollow concept, created by marketing. The Avengers are the greatest, but as a team, not individuals. Kurt Busiek once
said that the difference between the Justice League and the Avengers is that
the Justice League are the US Olympic Team, and the Avengers are the baseball
team that wins the World Series.
The Avengers had some guys who connected them to the “core
Marvel Universe” to be sure (Cap, Thor, Iron Man), but more often than not, they were made up of people
who were reformed supervillains (Hawkeye, Swordsman, Black Widow, Quicksilver, Scarlet
Witch), oddballs who had no other comic but who were central to Avengers
history and identity (Wasp, Hank Pym, Wonder Man, Vision), even guys who were
not big-leaguers but who brought something very special to group dynamic that
made the team bigger than the sum of their parts (She-Hulk, Quasar).
Buckle your seat belts kids because we’re about to go on a Willy Wonka-style chocolate adventure.
This is a basic chocolate cake recipe that I’ve used for the past couple years, paired with a recently-discovered chocolate frosting recipe that you’re basically going to want to make by itself and eat the entire thing. And I won’t judge you.
And - get this. The cake recipe uses a premade cake mix. “SACRILEGE!” I hear you cry. “THATS CHEATING.” Well if you’d kindly get down off your high horse a minute, I’m going to teach you how to turn any bog-standard cake mix into the best bloody cake you’ve ever eaten. It takes less than ten minutes.
♡ pairing; jungkook x reader | taehyung x reader ♡ genre; angst,romance ♡ word count; 6.8k ♡ warnings; mild/strong language
[x cr] A/N; sorry that it has taken me MONTHS to post this second part, i was really struggling with the story line here :( i hope you are able to enjoy it nonetheless, pls like and reblog as it helps me out a lot <3
Flourless low carb brownies (3 ingredients only!) for Sunday mornings!
• 100 g of cocoa powder
• 2 eggs
• stevia extract
• 300 ml of water (doesn’t count, right?)
Boil cocoa and stevia in a hot water until dissolved. Put aside, let it cool down a little. Whip the egg whites (you may want to add some salt or lemon juice to make the process easier, but this it depends on you only), also put aside. Stir the yolks into the chocolate mixture, then add the whites. Bake for 8 minutes at 200C. Cut into squares, serve cold 😉
idk what this is, I literally don’t even know what this is, I just wanted to write it. But enjoy <3
You didn’t know what it was that made you do such daring
things. Maybe all the liquor you had so irresponsibly consumed or maybe it was
how caught up in your emotions you got. Perhaps it was the way his eyes burned
into your skin as he watched you from across the room. This little game of cat
and mouse having been going on since you arrived into one of the most secluded
bars in Seoul. Your senses were more alert tonight, your heart rate steadily
increasing with each shot you consumed. Your mind blurred, images of everything
and nothing running through your head. You were stressed, it was too much to
get your hands on at once, how could something so beautiful become so boring,
so dull and lifeless? Had your love been a lie this whole time? And the poor
fool actually thought you both were doing better than ever, but was it for his
or your parents sake? Sighing you shook your head side to side letting the tips
of your silky hair press against your face.
You didn’t want to think about that tonight, no you wanted to forget.
You needed a distraction and a great one. Eyes dancing up and cascading over to
the figure that had been recently watching you, your eyes took him in as he
downed his own shot asking for another round. He hair dark black hair blue
highlights on the top part. He wasn’t much on the muscles but that wasn’t to
say he didn’t look attractive because he did. Seductive and mysterious. His
long nimble fingers grabbing at the clear shot glass knocking it back once
again letting the bitter liquor quench his thirst for a moment. The burn that
felt so good was how you looked at it. He was wearing nothing overly fancy,
skin tight gray skinny jeans a black leather jacket and from what you could see
little white fabric poked out from the back of his jacket giving you the
imagination that maybe he had on a white shirt. Too caught up in checking him
from head to toe you didn’t notice the way he watched you check him out. Not
leaving you far from his sight watching you from the corner of his eye. Tilting
his head slightly he waited for you to look up looking his eyes dead on yours,
a cocky smirk plastered across his pink lips.
You sat up straight shifting in your seat. Hands moving to
fumble with your small phone wallet so that you could pull your card out only
to be stopped as the male bartender looked at you. “Drinks on him.” Your eyes
moved to the line of fire, seeing the same attractive male turn up another shot
giving you a wink before he looked off. Your head swam with thoughts, inappropriate
thoughts. Like how it would feel to have his fingers plunging in and out of
your wetness. How hard he could possibly fuck you against the wall. Sighing softly,
you tried to think of something else, this wasn’t like you cheating wasn’t you.
Lifting your head slowly your eyes shifted taking everything in. The thick
smoke of weed that lingered throughout the place, the strippers dancing on the
pole swinging around the silver material making their ends meet for tonight.
The other cheaters that were there after their 9-5 just waiting to get a quick
fuck and go back home to their lovers as if nothing happened. Nothing here was
interesting to you anymore, it became boring like home so why not go back
Hopping out of your chair you smiled to the male bidding him
goodnight. Staggering slightly, you walked outside, finding your feet as if you
were a toddler walking for the first time again. Groaning you had a right mind
to take off your heels, but it made your ass look good in your dress. Making
your way outside the cool air whipped across your skin kissing you in a welcome
as the bright lights from the street lights welcomed you. Placing your hand
against the wall you gave yourself time to calm down from the throbbing
headache that seemed to die down now that the fog of the club was gone. Walking
off from your spot you were going to walk to the street and catch a cab. A hand
reached out to grab your wrist pulling you backwards. Instantly a smile spread
across your cherry red lips letting the male drag you backwards because you
were certain who he was. He pulled you back until you were in the middle of the
alley, it wasn’t dark enough for no one not to see you but it wasn’t light to
where you would get caught instantly either. He looked down at you, inspecting
you for some time. Even up close while he was looking at you with smoldering
eyes you could tell he was indeed attractive, his soft scented cologne hitting
your senses and causing your face to lean forward wanting to smell more of him.
Opening your mouth, you were going to say something until he pressed his finger
against your lips. Looking up at him, you paused for a second not getting his
memo, but then his lips were pressing against yours. His body against yours
holding you against the wall, soft sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as you kissed
him back. His hands moved from up by your neck downwards through the dip of
your breast, cupping your braless chest he fondled you through the thin black material
that you were wearing. Your legs buckled lightly from his touch, his hands
rough and unforgiving as he flicked his fingers against your perky nipples
causing the flesh to harden under his touch. His lips kept pressing against
yours setting a rhythm of the kiss. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip
and you opened your mouth welcoming in his pink tongue that roamed freely in
your mouth. He sucked and tugged on your tongue trying to pull it into his
mouth as his teeth occasionally nibbled on the flesh. One leg sliding in
between yours, he ground himself against you and his tight pants left nothing
to the imaginary. His half hard bulge poking against your lower stomach as his
hands moved to grip at the hems of your dress sliding it a little bit. Groaning
you reached for his hands, some part of your mind still trying to fight it. The
male still tried to tug up your dress, your hands going to grab at his hands
causing him to pull back for air giving you a questioning look.
“I can’t.” You simply uttered shaking against him, you could
feel how hard he had gotten but you couldn’t do this here. Not like this.
“Can’t or won’t?” He asked, his deep raspy voice sounding a
bit rough from the liquor he had consumed.
“I-“ You paused thinking about it for a while, confused
within yourself. The male leaned his head into the crook of your neck inhaling
your scent, his tongue dancing across your flesh instantly finding spots that would
make you moan gently from him. He smirked against your skin, his hand moving to
pin both of yours above your head, his free hand reaching under your dress to
tug your panties down roughly to your knees. Almost ripping the fabric in half,
it caused you to moan out from the rough treatment, the way he looked up at you
was a clear warning that he would give you all you were looking for if you kept
moaning like that. His fingers crept up the inside of your thighs igniting your
skin with puckering bumps along your flesh. An arch of your body following as
you squirmed in his hold. He took his time raising his hand up your leg,
pressing his fingers to cup at your pussy. Rubbing it slowly he watched you,
his eyes burning into yours as his long slender finger found your clit. Slowly
he stroked the bud in a circle, your legs shaking lightly you chewed on your
bottom lip trying to stop from moaning out since you didn’t even know his name.
The male rested his forehead against yours, teasing your clit until he could
feel the wetness start to seep on his hand.
“Do you always get so wet for random men?” He mocked tapping
his finger against your clit. You shook your head side to side voice failing
you. “Good.” He smirked crookedly slipping his finger slowly down your slit
until he was teasing your entrance.
“Do you always fuck random girls?” You countered and he
shoved his finger deep inside of your burying it to the hilt.
“Only when they are pretty.” He said simply. You couldn’t
tell if he was joking with you or not, some part of you felt bad you wanted to
feel special like in all of those cheesy movies, but who the hell were you
kidding? He could see the different thoughts in your mind, wanting to change
them he slipped his ring finger inside of you as well. Thrusting it in and out
of you slowly watching as your hips reacted to his touch sliding down onto his
fingers. Your head rolled back and you told yourself to just enjoy it squeezing
lightly around his fingers that were curving and plunging deeper into your
heat. He smirked leaning down to suck on your breast through your dress, he
moved his hand from your wrist to pull your dress towards the middle of your
breast freeing them on each side. A growl erupted from his lips his fingers pinching
and playing with your sensitive skin he loved to hear how you whined for him.
Latching his lips onto your plump breast he flicked his tongue against your
heated skin trying to get your breast to ache with need. His free hand kneading
your other breast and his fingers pumped faster inside of your pussy, his thumb
rubbing over your clit. You were in complete ecstasy the thrill of getting
caught only making this more daring and fun, something you had been missing for
a while. The male switched his mouth to the other side sucking on your nipple
like a baby in feeding pulling back to bit onto the bud lightly. He could hear
the squelching wet sounds of his fingers plunging in your heat causing him to
move his fingers from inside of you. He licked the clean eyeing you before he
turned you around the wall. Dragging you away from it he pressed his hand down
against the lower part of your back holding you in place. His hand making quick
work of unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out through the opening he
spread his legs and yours rubbing his dick up and down your wet slit slowly.
Leaning over you with his chest to your back he nipped on your ear as he
pressed his tip against your entrance.
“Yoongi.” Was all he said before he snapped his hips forward
burying himself into your wet walls. Your mouth flew open as a cry of pleasure
escaped, and quickly you were bringing your hand up to your mouth so that you
could keep yourself quiet and not get caught. Yoongi held onto your hips,
biting his lips as he looked at your plump ass. He pulled out until only the
tip was left in before he was slamming back into you at a slow pace pulling out
to keep doing the same thing over and over again. His nails dug into your flesh
as he pounded into your walls, the wetness from your pussy sliding down his
thick shaft landing onto his balls. His eyes glued to how he slipped in and out
of you, he couldn’t get enough you were so wet and so warm, fitting him in the
deepest ways possible. He stretched you out marking your pussy as his for just
this time only. Groaning he shifted to lift you up, pressing you against the wall,
one of his hands lifted your leg, the underside of your knee resting into the
crook of his arm as he pounded harder into you. Your panties were being stretched
and you knew they were tore in some areas but you could care less. You wouldn’t
have cared in this moment if anyone came out and wanted to record you. He made
you feel so good, his hips rotating and pushing harder against yours, his balls
slapping against your pussy as he slammed inside of you.
“Yoongi, fuck please harder.” You whimpered out for him, he
reached a hand up roughly pulling your head back by your hair making it rest
against your chest.
“You want me to go harder? Tell me whose slut are you?” He
asked watching you with dark eyes.
“I’m yours!” You didn’t miss a beat while answering.
“And whose pussy is this?” He asked you again and without
fail you answered.
“It’s yours Yoongi! Shit it’s all yours just please, please
fuck me Yoongi please.” You were close to sobbing from how much you wanted him
and he obliged. Shifting his hips, he built up speed slamming into you as hard
and fast as he could angling his thrusts until he found your spot. Slamming into
you once you cried out for him to press there. His name falling off your lips
like a mantra. Your eyes rolled back, body becoming drenched with sweat and
your makeup smeared. Yoongi loved it watching your face as you contorted it in
pleasure. You tried to warn him how close you were but the tightening of your
pussy and how your legs shook told him all he needed to know. Slipping his hand
down he rubbed at your clit until you were trying your hardest to hold your
cries of pleasure in, tears streaking down your face and body writhing against
the wall you came hard for him, your orgasm sweeping through you like a tidal
wave. Your wetness continuing to trickle down your parted thighs as he fucked
it out of you. Yoongi groaned burying his face in your neck, slamming deep into
you until he was ready to cum.
“Can I?” He asked and you nodded your head okaying him to
cum inside of you. He bit onto your shoulder with a soft growl as his own
orgasm rocked through his body shooting thick ropes of his white cum into your
pussy. You took deep breaths taking it in letting some of it spill out of you.
Yoongi held you close until you both were calmed down.
He pulled out of you a few minutes later hearing voices
start to swarm around you he knew that soon for the most part everyone would be
going home. He was used to this after all. Helping you get dressed Yoongi
turned you around leaning close to press one last kiss against your lips
slipping away with a teasing wink. You stare at him watching him slip back into
the club to possibly pick up another victim and how you wished in that moment
that he would just stay with you. Sighing you pushed from the wall hauling a
cab and going home, the ride was short, it seemed shorter than what it usually
did. Your hands fidgeting with your phone wallet and your keys. Once you were
at the house you paid the fare to the cab and got out, walking towards your
car, you got into the driver seat changing from your clubbing dress to a more
formal one. You combed your hair and removed your makeup with makeup wipes.
Smiling widely at your reflection you pulled your ring from the cup holder and
walked towards your home, going to take a shower.
A few hours later strong arms wrapped around you from behind
causing you to roll over and stare up into your fiance’s eyes. He nuzzled his
nose with yours and you gave into him, holding onto him as if you hadn’t wiped
away every ounce of trust between the two of you, falling asleep and trying to
shake your mind of the handsome stranger you pulled your lover closer to you blacking
out for the night.
Title: Achluophobia: Saturday, Part 2 of 4 Author: @piecesofscully Rating: PG-13 - Strong R Timeline: Mid-season 7 Notes: Again, thank you to @bohoartist for all of her beta and support while writing this. She was crucial to me finishing this, and was a constant source of support. Also, ½ of the multimedia is because of her. And thank you to my baeta @kateyes224 for all the love and making my writing is the best it can be.
The atmosphere within the house is relaxed the next morning, with much of the activity confined to the kitchen as Claire mindlessly hums a tune while preparing breakfast for everyone. Jack sips coffee at the table with Mulder and Scully, while the smell of bacon frying on the stove sends their stomachs into a growling frenzy.
“Can I help with anything?” Scully asks.
Claire waves her hand and shakes her head. “No, thank you. Breakfast is the least I can offer you. Sit and drink that coffee.”
“How’d you two sleep?” Jack asks, his voice cloaked in nonchalance, but his eyes flick back and forth between the two agents desperately asking the loaded question he’s too afraid to speak out loud, did you experience anything?
At the mere mention of sleep, Scully struggles to stifle a yawn and her recollection of last night with the back of her hand.
Jack chuckles. “That well, huh? I know that mattress is a little lumpy.”
“No,” Scully answers quickly. “No, it was fine, thank you.”
He rests his elbows on the table, leaning towards her. Slivers of reluctant hope glimmer around the edges of his voice when he finally verbalizes, “Something else then?”
Mulder nudges a fresh cup of coffee in Scully’s direction, who takes it with a small smile of appreciation. “Just new surroundings,” he offers.
Concealed beneath the table, Scully brushes her knee against Mulder’s, a silent thank you for stepping in and ending a conversation she wasn’t in the frame of mind to have. “Not working today, Jack?” she asks, changing the subject.
“Took the weekend off,” he says turning to flash a smile in the direction of his wife. She turns as if on cue, and winks at her husband. “I’m planning to spend it with my family, and you fine people.”
Mulder downs the remaining coffee from his mug as Claire shuffles to the cupboard and begins pulling down plates.
“Breakfast is almost ready,” Claire says as she crosses to place the dishes on the table. “Just waiting on the biscuits.”
“Would you mind if I went and introduced myself to Joey before we eat?” Mulder asks.
“Of course not,” Claire responds. “Go on up, he’s in his room playing. It’s the last door on the right.”
Mulder flashes Scully a smile before exiting the kitchen.
Warnings- I think there’s one swear word in here. Mild angst I guess too?
A/N- I’ve been writing this for a while now, and I’ve kept coming back to it because I love the concept. Inspired by my walks with my own dog, plus Lin and Tobi give me life. This was difficult though, which is why it’s taken so long for me to post it. If it wasn’t for @plamspringsdancingontables I don’t know what would’ve happened to this! You’re my hero!
The line breaks signify a break in time and I will be working on another part to this, along with the second part of There Will Be History, so keep your eyes peeled! If you would like to be tagged in anything that’s coming up, feel free to message me! Hope you enjoy!
Summary: After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.
Emma squinted, angling the paintbrush clockwise a little, and took one
last swipe against the tape. There! Letting out the breath she’d been holding
and sitting back on her heels, she looked with admiration on her work. After
three weeks of scraping paint on evenings and weekends, then another two of
standing on ladders with a pole or a paintbrush, the front porch was finally
done, even the wooden bits that sat right against the siding.
“Moooooom! I need help!” came the insistent call from inside the house,
making her start. But then she laughed, shaking her head as she recognized that tone of voice.