have a nice bake

anonymous asked:

I like Mary. I think she's awesome. I don't see why she has to be evil.

Oh, boy, okay.

Listen you can like Mary all you want – I loved her too before the fucked up her entire story arc – but her entire arc was building up to be a villain, and a badass one that was going to go down with a fight. 

I’m REALLY not trying to be pedantic here, Nonny, but asks like this force me to pull out receipts, all of which I’m sure you’re not going to read, because who likes to be proved wrong, but I digress. I always end up sounding more harsh than I am when all I want to do is educate you on my perspective and what the narrative is teaching us.

THAT’S Why she’s a villain. When a character kills the title character of a show, they are coded as the bad guy unless they do a redemption arc that actually is a redemption.

Mary had NO redemption arc AT ALL. Even in S4, Mary is STILL manipulating and emotionally abusing Sherlock and John against each other with her fucking creepy-assed DVDs and her belittling of John in T6T. She still runs off to go do her little assassin things and still lied and manipulated everyone. And I know the argument is going to come up, but Mary’s gunshot was NOT a redemption. A redemption arc has the ex-villain doing a good deed and being genuinely sorry for their past actions. Not ONCE Mary has ever apologized for any of the shit she put everyone through. All of it was a plan, especially if she had creepy DVDs made FAIRLY RECENTLY (you can tell because of the hair style) to send out to people. Also:


That and Mary’s entire death scene was RIDICULOUS and completely contradicted EVERY rule that was established in this universe only 2 episodes prior on how characters die.

Nonny, Mary’s character arc is one I have been passionate about for many years, even before I was a Johnlocker, because her character was fascinating to me, and helped me understand the psychology and make sense of events that were happening in my life at the time. Right up until TAB, Mary was being coded as the next Moriarty. For some reason or another, Mofftiss decided to turn her into an “assassin with an heart of gold” and failed spectacularly.

If Mary truly was good, she WOULD HAVE TOLD JOHN FROM THE BEGINNING WHO SHE WAS, OR AT LEAST TOLD SHERLOCK SHE NEEDED HELP. HLV would have not played out as it did. Instead deciding that killing Sherlock was her only option so that she could continue to manipulate John, since she knew he was most malleable when he was grieving Sherlock.

You can read Mary’s character however you want, I could care less… well okay apparently I do because of this reply… But please, seriously consider that what became of her character really made no goddamned sense to the narrative arc the built for her and quite frankly really lazy writing. Just because she is a woman, doesn’t mean that she is nice and sweet and not abusive. Excusing her of her brand of emotional abuse and manipulation is really sexist.

People thought my mother was a nice person, too.


The Grimes Family accessories for this finale.


Happy Purim, all! I am the butterfly princess. :)

SOS - phandomlittlepop

Title: SOS

Drabbler: thatsmistertoyou

Beta: larryfravan

Doodler: @firedawnleafpool - art coming this Sunday!

Warnings: Copious amounts of swearing and pancakes

Summary: Dan’s actual job is working at Louise’s diner, but he could make a career out of saving cute dark-haired strangers from dates with assholes.

A/N: Thanks to the ever-wonderful @philslesters for her help with this. It’s about damn time I plucked up the courage to post 1k of fluff. This is my first time doing PLP and it was a lot of fun :)

“I understand why people do it, but the business side just doesn’t work, Phil,” the asshole at table four explains, and Dan’s a bit miffed for having missed that much of the conversation. He has no idea what Jerkface is on about.

“More Coke?” Dan asks Blue Eyes - or Phil, assuming Dingbat has his name right.

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anonymous asked:

Hey mayra its amys birthday in japan do you have anything planned?


Dear Amy Rose,

Hey! Long time no read! (Haha, see what I did there?)

Heard it was your birthday So, it’s your birthday today! How cool is that? Did you have some nice cake? I bet you baked your own or had Vanilla and Cream whip you up something with Cheese. (Vanilla, Cream, Whip? Come on, that’s gold.)

I’ve been out and away for a while, eh? Guess messaging you on the MilesElectric isn’t the greatest… but I do have a surprise for you!

Heh, ready for this?

A scavenger hunt!

Alright, get ready for a totally awesome adventure! I may not be able to celebrate with you, but I still want you to have a good, exciting day. And what better way to have a birthday then with a friendly game, right?

Object one: It’s hiding in Station Square. Don’t get afraid or nothin’, I didn’t put it in any sewer drain. (I knew you’d hate me if I did, ha!) But go to the tallest skyscraper you can find! There’s a message on the rooftop for ya. If you get a little lost, I already took the liberty of getting those floating help boxes reprogrammed to tell you some hints. So no sweat!

See ya on the roof!

- Sonic


Dear Amy Rose,

Found me? Ta-dah! It’s a flower from Palm-Tree Panic! You were so small back then… but man, you could move! I thought the perfect first piece of the scavenger hunt could be you twirling that windmill flower on the softest winds of the tallest skyscaper!

Well, it was a pretty image in my mind… anyway.

B-but that sounds weird, doesn’t it?

Hold on! I’m still not done yet! Round 2!

Next, you’re going to be traveling into the Mystic Ruins. Talk about memory lane, but this is going to be different!

You may not recall very well, but I’m sure you’ll get there! Big can help you out, I let him in on the secret! That is… if he remembers everything I said to him… Good luck!

I’m hiding somewhere in a special tree. See ya when you get there!

- Sonic.


Dear Amy Rose,

Congrats! You’ve found me! Can you believe it? I know you like music, and visiting the Chao Garden with you was really fun! The chaos all grew up and live with Knuckles now on Angel Island, but I can’t help remembering how you would learn to play the flute and serenade the Chao. (Or were you just trying to impress me?)

Either way, I wanted to get you a flute. The one everyone kinda shared was old and rusty. And.. well… yuck. But hey! Now you have a pretty one! Promise to play it for me sometime, alright..?

We’re down to two more! (Tails says this is getting complicated, but what does he know, huh? Planes, maybe. But not fun birthday activities! That’s my expertise!)

Alright, Amy. This one could get tricky. So pull up your boots and adjust that pretty headband of yours… we’re going to Spagonia!

Tails said he’d lend you a ride if you really are stumped on finding a way there. So no sweat! (Ew, that would be gross. Haha! Just kidding!)

Once you’re there, there’s a particular Alley way I think you’ll remember… Can you find it again? You’ve always been able to find me, I’m sure it won’t be a problem!

Till you find me! I’m hiding near the alley way and somewhere by a table near the little outdoor diners there. Good luck!

- Sonic


Dear Amy Rose,

Woah! Almost done! Knew you could find me!

It’s… well, this one is kinda embarrassing… We bought ice cream together, and I got really down about Chip all of a sudden… started talking about him and losing my smile. But you know what? I really appreciated how you spent the rest of the day making me laugh and realize that he was always going to be in my heart.

So? I asked the guy we bought the ice cream from and- Wallah! He’s made a special ice cream just for you! He told me it’s got everything you love, including vanilla and strawberries. (I remembered!) It’s also shaped like your head! Three scoops and then two cones facing down to mimic your ears! How cool is that!? Died it pink too, so it’s cute. I think the customers will like the new addition! But mostly, I hope you enjoy it too.

I’ll admit, I took a bite, not bad. Though, kinda weird… eating an ice cream shaped like your head. Still! It was a great day! And I never have forgotten it.

Last one, and I know you’re gonna love this the most! Like, really like it! It’s gonna blow you away! Hands down, it’s the greatest idea I’ve ever made! (And that’s saying something.) So your last and greatest stop is…

Pause for dramatic effect…

Twinkle Park!

I know right? You’re probably thinking- “I was just there! Why’d he drag me all the way- no, half way around the world- just to come back!?” Well, you’ll have to wait and see!

Tails should still lend you a ride if you need him, if not, I hear Professor Pickle has a knack at rowboats… (That’s a joke. Please don’t cross any oceans, I can’t save you if you’re over water, thanks.)

You’ll find me hiding at a very special place. One you’ve probably forgotten all about… (Or have you?) Come find me at the place where air is thin and keeps on rolling! Just like me!

Can’t wait to see if you find me!

- Sonic


Dear Amy Rose,

Did I surprise ya? I’m the Ferris Wheel! Years ago, you once told me something very important on those colorful, turning lights… I’ve been wanting to return the favor for some time now. You were actually quite funny, I’ve never seen you act so nervous and shy before. (I thought that was my thing.) But you really did bear your heart to me and I never forgot that.

You were truly sincere about your feelings for me… I may have not really responded back to you… but I did my best to try. Remember? You said, “Can I fall in love with you?” And I thought it odd that you asked. Although a little cramped in the seat together, I remember telling you that it was your choice, not mine. But I.. never did feel right about that.

You laughed it off and smiled. You were really strong then, and I couldn’t tell. I wanted to do something special for you this time. I know I miss a lot of birthdays, but this one has to be the greatest one yet! Because- lo and behold- I’m right behind you!

… Assuming you’ve turned around and heard me answer you after all these years, I guess I can say that I’ll see ya around, Amy!

Glad I could finally say it. Tell you how truly special you are to me.

Here’s to many more birthdays! Though, I’m still planning on spending the day with you. Haha, nice psych, huh? Heh, you’re.. probably not even reading this letter anymore.. but you may look at it later, like when you get home after our awesome time together! (I’m thinking it’s gonna be super cool, cause you know, all your dreams coming true and stuff like that? Haha, kidding! Kidding… or am I? That’s up to you!)

Amy…. If you are still reading this… and just in case I really do chicken out at the last second…

My last gift for you today…

Is a free smile… and a long kiss.

Okay, this got weird. I should of just ended it there, but I’m writing in pen so now this is awkward.

Ahhh, I don’t know why I’m still writing!!! Anyway, have a good night, Amy! And try to keep cool about this, okay? I’m just not… not good about showing my emotions very much… But you are special to me. I wanted you to know that. Once… and for all.

Well, I guess it’s about time I said it then.

Happy Birthday, Amy Rose.

- Love, Sonic.


Dear Amy Rose,

So I totally chickened out, and you must hate me now. But before you summon that great, big hammer of justice on me- Please go to Tails’s library!

I don’t want your birthday to end like this.. I know it’s late, but just find the book I once told you about! The one with the Black Knight?

Flip open to where the Lady of The Lake is drawn, I know you’ll think she’s pretty. There’s something there for you! (Don’t worry, it’s better than an apology letter…)

Okay! See ya there Find me there!

- Sonic.


Dear Amy Rose,

This time, you turn around, you’re officially my girlfriend!

- Hoping this works and that you don’t kill me first after getting your hopes up! Your hero, Sonic.

prince of cats

chapter five: to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss

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hey everyone, how was your week!

posting wise, we’ve passed the halfway point of what i currently have written (i have through ch9 written at the moment). i’ll hopefully write most of the rest of the fic in august, just at the moment my productivity writing wise is down because i’ve been drawing a lot and listening to taz!


From: the Most Beautiful
To: fashion goddess
     just letting u kno that i hate my boyfriend

From: fashion goddess
To: the Most Beautiful
     Thats a lie and you know it
     Whats he making you do

From: the Most Beautiful
To: fashion goddess
     hes making us go out to dinner with his moms

From: fashion goddess
To: the Most Beautiful
     Oh THIS dinner

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x-all-i-see-is-sky-x-deactivate  asked:

I have a fun head canon, you mentioned baking so sincerely three and reader baking? I dunno I think that would be cute.

i love baking headcanons omg

(also its going under a readmore bc thats easier length-wise)

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Nalu Week 2017: Final Prompt The Lady & the Dragon

Prompt:  Intertwined
by Impracticaldemon [also on FFN & coming to AO3]

Author’s Note: My final submission for Nalu Week 2017! I hope you enjoyed these chapters. As always, all reviews and comments are greatly appreciated.

This story is a sequel to the previous chapter.

The Lady and the Dragon
Prompt: Intertwined

Lucy became more and more impressed with Fairy Tail University as the school year progressed.  It wasn’t just that the profs were interesting—they were, but they were also a little strange—it was the way that the practical things were handled so as to leave time and energy for clubs and hobbies. For example, the student medical clinic was well-staffed and made full use of experienced nurse practitioners as well as doctors in order to reduce wait times.  The cafeteria served decent food, and while it wasn’t the gourmet meals that Lucy had grown up with, somebody obviously cared enough to make sure that it tasted good and that students with the more common special dietary needs weren’t forced to either eat the same thing each day or buy expensive food off-campus.

The best thing about FTU was that nobody was forced to participate in intramural or varsity activities, but somehow nobody got left out either.  Even the shyest students got taken in by a senior student, or by another student in their year who was either more outgoing or had some reason to already know the place well—for example, there were several students whose parents or older siblings had been at FTU in the past.

By the end of the first six weeks, as Lucy started to gear up toward midterms and pay more attention to when various papers were due, she was beginning to wonder how the place functioned—how could they afford it all without charging much higher fees? She’d heard that they had special funding from the government, but in her more creative moments Lucy imagined all sorts of things, from acting as a front for money-laundering—criminal outfits did sometimes run proceeds of crime through charities like universities and hospitals—to bizarre experiments that required an unsuspecting, yet intelligent group of test subjects. 

The truth turned out to be a little different:  FTU took in students with the potential for “magic”, like some sort of not-very-exciting Hogwarts.  Nobody actually studied magic—at least, not until much later.  So Lucy was left to wonder and speculate and come up with creative stories with working titles such as “The Mob is Running my School but I Don’t Care Because They Have Great Health Care”.  Her friends Levy (English and Library Sciences) and Ev (English and Creative Writing) were still giggling over “My Life as a Lab Rat: Year One”.

She got her first inkling of the truth shortly before her last midterm.  Naturally, it involved running into Natsu.  In fact, she had seen quite a lot of the guy after school had started, despite the fact that they were in different years and faculties. Lucy sometimes wondered if he ever attended his own classes, because he had developed a tendency to walk her to class and then stay for the lecture.  Occasionally he’d even stayed awake.

It was shortly before ten at night, and Lucy was racing toward the grocery store, hoping to pick up one of the key ingredients to successful studying:  chocolate.  Unfortunately, Natsu was moving too fast for Lucy to avoid him.  There was a muffled “thud” as the two crashed into each other, late fall outerwear reducing much of the impact.  As usual, Natsu was completely impervious to damage, and his muscular, solid build was barely rocked by the collision, but Lucy got tossed about three or four meters sideways.

“You okay?!” Natsu called to Lucy, as she struggled to get up.

Of course I’m not okay, she thought angrily, you just hit me like a ton of bricks.  Or a brick wall.  Or whatever the hell the right metaphor is.  And yet… Lucy wasn’t really hurt.  It was probably all the strength training she’d been doing with Erza.

“You should look where you’re going!” Lucy shouted back at Natsu.  

Natsu took this as a good sign—she was conscious, anyway—and he immediately went to the heart of the matter: “Look, I’d better get inside—that way at least one of us can pick up food for studying!”

Lucy watched in slight disbelief as he left her sitting where she was, scrapes and bruises and all, and rushed into the store.  He was probably right that getting to the store was the priority.  At the same time, she would have appreciated a bit of sympathy.  Natsu was like that though—as long as you weren’t dead or unconscious, you were pretty much good to go.  In some ways it was a vote of confidence.

The storekeeper was standing at the door when Lucy hobbled up.  He gave Lucy a slight smile and let her in.

“Your young man said that you probably had a chocolate emergency and could I please just wait a moment or two.”

Lucy returned the smile sheepishly and ignored the implication.  “I do actually.  When things get really tough, I like to have a nice thick bar of semi-sweet baking chocolate on hand.  It, uh, doesn’t disappear as fast and—well, there are reasons.”

“Aisle five, I’ll wait for you at the cash.”


When Lucy reached aisle five, she found Natsu staring pensively at the baking supplies.  He sniffed when she approached—something that she was getting used to—grinned toothily, and then handed her two bars of semi-sweet baking chocolate.

“I know it’s dumb, but I couldn’t remember whether you wanted semi-sweet, extra dark or unsweetened.”

“Nobody eats unsweetened, Natsu.”

“Yeah?  Huh.”

“What about you, what were you here for?”

“Oh…”  Natsu looked oddly embarrassed.  “I just thought, you know, that you might have run low on chocolate. I smacked into you outside because I was focussed on what exact type you needed.”

Lucy felt her heart-rate accelerate a little.  He’d had that effect on her ever since the first time they’d met.  If “met” was the right word.  It was surprising how often Natsu seemed to literally bump into her. A couple of times it had even been beneficial:  for example, a few days ago he’d knocked her flying just before a large piece of metal roofing had slid down on top of the spot where she’d been standing.  While Natsu’s tackles were the opposite of gentle, the sheet metal would have hurt her badly if he hadn’t forced her out of the way.

“Oh…” Way to go, Lucy.  Very articulate. “I mean—thanks, Natsu!”  Then her brain caught up with the situation and she added:  “I suppose you were going to bring it over and then pass out in my room while I studied?”

“Your bed is way comfier than mine, and I don’t have to wake up to find Gray hogging the shower.”

“So you’ve told me.” They’d been having this conversation for three weeks now.  Natsu was proving as impervious to hints, orders and outright threats as he was to bodily harm. You know, I meant to ask… “Natsu, how come nothing ever hurts you?  It’s kind of weird, in a good way.”

“Oh, most people who can channel magic are damage resistant.  I thought you knew.”

Lucy stared at him. She considered laughing, but he was obviously serious, and as unconcerned as if they were talking about the weather.  Magic?  “Magic, Natsu?”

“Come on, Luce, we’d better pay and get out of here.”

“Huh?  Natsu!”  She hurried after him, clutching the chocolate.

Not long afterward they found themselves back outside under the cold, eerie light of the late November moon.  It was as good a night as any to believe in magic.  Lucy shivered.  Natsu wrapped an arm around her without hesitation, and she relaxed as his heat began to seep into her.  He was always extra-warm, which was a good thing now that the weather was so cool.

When they got to Lucy’s dorm, Natsu stopped a few feet from the door and turned Lucy around to face him. She’d never seen him so serious.

“I tend to live my life from day-to-day, Luce,” he began.  “I don’t ask why and what a whole lot—I figure I can leave that to people like you and Levy.  But whatever happens, I’ll be there for you.  You’re the one I’m meant to look out for—and maybe vice versa.”

Lucy was startled, but didn’t protest, when Natsu pulled her into a tight hug.

“… Natsu…”

“Sometime, in the past, though I don’t really understand it, I waited for too long to do this.”  Natsu continued to hold her close against his body, so that she could feel his muscles move, even through his jacket. He nuzzled her ear, and she jerked her head back—out of surprise, not dislike.  In fact, the sensation of his warm breath on her neck was provoking sensations very different from dislike.

“Lucy?  What”—his question, whatever it was, went unfinished. Their eyes met, and then their lips.

Somewhere in the far recesses of her mind Lucy noted that there was something about a kiss that couldn’t be properly expressed on paper—although in the future she’d no doubt try again. Warm lips, warm bodies, their arms now wrapped around each other in an effort to be as close as possible.  Lucy felt something like fire run along her nerves as Natsu’s fingers brushed across the soft skin of her neck before twining in her hair.  Her eyes were closed, but for a moment that didn’t seem to matter; somehow, she saw a dragon, as huge and red as anything out of myth, outlined in the darkness behind Natsu.  Even as the vision faded, she wondered—just for a fleeting instant—what she would see if she could see herself.  One day perhaps she’d find out.


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“What does he see in James?!?”

(Thanks to @mxlfoydraco‘s ship ask earlier, my “jealous!Albus angsting over Scorpius liking James” plot bunny has returned so here we go, with less angst that I intended but maybe one day I’ll write a much longer piece.)

“What does Scorpius see in our brother, Lily?” Albus hissed in his sister’s ear while eyeing a very besotted Scorpius, who was gazing at the Gryffindor table. 

“Well, James is one of the most popular boys in school and is apparently very attractive. And I’m gonna quote here: “has an arse to die for!”.” answered Lily while helping herself to a baked potato.

“I have a nice arse too!” 

“And nobody can tell. You hide it under those robes all the time. Besides, James is nice to Scorpius, he pays him compliments. He’s taller than you and has a nice hair. Unlike your birdnest. He’s a Quidditch captain as well.” Lily continued to list random things about James, not very interested in Albus’s problem.

“Hey! Dad has a birdnest and he was voted “Sexiest Man” 7 times in a row by Witch Weekly.”

“Yes, but it was because he’s moderately attractive and is The Saviour. People love him because he killed Voldemort. What have you done lately?”

Albus’s cheeks burned and he huffed.

“I pay Scorpius compliments as well!”

“Like? Last time he did his hair nicely, you told him he looked like a posh snob.”

“I didn’t say it like that! And it was supposed to be a compliment!” Albus interjected but Lily continued, as if she hadn’t been interrupted at all.

“And James told him he looked like a dream. You see the problem, Albus? You permanently have a foot stuck in your mouth. But your worst trait is that you’re so completely oblivious about some things, it’’s unbelievable!” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?!?”

“Figure it out yourself!” Lily hissed with finality, turning her attention to her baked potato and ignoring her angsting brother.

why does a nice good caramel elude me I’m a good person I pay my bills I love my puppy I (attempt to) contribute to society and yet still…. I fail at making caramel I’m the biscuit queen and my mini lemon cakes bring a happy tear to the eye but my caramel always splits or burns or HURTS me I came out of the batch I tried today with burns on my hands and my CHEST how is that even POSSIBLE

being asexual and knowing that u arent broken is so good. same with aromantic, it’s just so nice to have a name for it that isn’t some half-baked term of uncertainty, that isn’t “well i don’t know…” that’s something u can hold on to, yknow what i mean?

Getting Off

Summary: Teen!Virgin!Pride. He’s never had a girl in his room with the door closed before. And you make quite an impression.

Words: 1,263

Warnings: Finger-sucking, slight dry-humping, no actual fuccing

Notes: You can thank baby face for this

For a virgin, Dwayne Pride sure can kiss. Maybe it was just his drive above all else that was making him a decent kisser. Whatever it was, you were thankful for it. He was kissing you intensely, alternating between soft and affectionate and passionate.

Though, his hands remained on your hips. Despite the fact that you were nearly grinding on his lap, Dwayne still didn’t want to touch you. And that made you laugh, breaking the kiss.

He backed away, panting and looking so adorably flushed. “What’s so funny?” Dwayne asked, and his tongue came out to run over his lips.

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How to make your own Hag Stone

I was originally going to call this “how to make your own Faerie Sight Stone” but since not everyone works with the Fae, I figured I would make this a multipurpose magical item. Besides, Hag Stones are used to see the Fae.

Hag Stones are also used to protection and healing

Also I have no idea why I wanted to make a Faerie sight stone myself when I don’t even work with the Fae, but hey, I was feeling creative.

Hag Stones, also known as Witch Stones, Holey Stones, Odin Stones and Adder Stones, are stones found near beaches or moving bodies of water that have a natural hole in them. Hag Stones are used for a number of magical uses.

Healing: Hag Stones are believed to heal disease if worn around the neck, It’s also believed that it can ease physical pain if rubbed over a wound or sore joint.

 Protection: Hag Stones can protect against negative energy and can be hanged over a door or window in order to protect a home. You can also hang one over your bed to protect from nightmares.

Fae Sight: Looking through the hole of a Hag Stone allows you to see the Fae Folk.

Obviously a naturally formed Hag Stone will be more magically affective for these uses, but not everyone lives near places where these stones form. Which is why I came up with this self made Hag Stone.

What you will need:

Clay: Any clay that can harden nice. Some people use clay that will have to be baked. I use epoxy clay that air cures

Herbs: Herbs associated with healing, protection, or Fae. These herbs will be worked into the clay. I used Thyme, Mistletoe, and Rose Petals.

Crafting paint

A paint or resin sealer spray

Step 1:

Gather your clay and work into a ball (or balls if you are making more then one.

Flatten the balls into discs and take some of your herbs. fold the herbs into the clay and begin working it in. Be careful not to add too much or the clay with crumble apart. I didn’t actually take a picture of this first step, but you can see the bits of herb poking through the clay.

Once the herbs are well incorporated, work back into balls, and flatten into discs again. use a pencil or straw to poke a hole into the middle. it doesn’t have to be dead center. Remember you want them to look natural. 

Step 2:

Once the clay is completely cured, give the stones a nice thick coat of brown paint. You might have to give them several coats before it looks completely filled in.

Use different brushes and tools to platter other natural colors to give it more depth. I used a lighter brown, grey, white, and black paint. 

To blend the colors together a bit more, go over the stones with a super water downed white. 

Finally spray the stones with a glass paint or resin sealer to give them a nice polished look.

And there you go! Your very own Hag Stone!

• Doubles: Our most loved Trinidadian street food •

Its basically curried channa with your choice of a sweet preparation of mango or tamarind sauce and or a cucumber chow served on two barra, which is a very soft, nicely seasoned fried bake (sort of)..

You can have it with your choice of pepper, either slight, medium or roast pepper.. If you want all of the above simply ask for, ‘two doubles, everything, slight pepper.’