i want the cookies

anonymous asked:

Hey! So, I'm planning on asking out the girl I like for Valentine's Day, and I want to give her cookies when I do. Suggest a recipe for me? 😁💕💕

Well if a boy gave me cookies I would probably marry him soooo I believe in you

Here are some Valentine’s Day cookies ideas for you my friend









go get her x

“you are like a wild gazelle! only you are not a gazelle, you are a rabbit. and you are not wild, you are my son.”

- me to Pixel as I feed him pellets from my hand

A Single Snakebite

Based on this post from @monochromaticoccultist

goddessofliteratureandsarcasm replied to your photo “The official move isn’t until tomorrow but I have brought over and…”

Do you…do you have to decapitate Captain freakin’ America every time you want a cookie?!?!?!

I sometimes use him for cookies but mostly he’s decorative, so I don’t have to rip his head off and devour his insides very often. At the moment he’s holding onto part of my pysanky egg collection for me until I can dig out the vase I normally keep them in. 

cookie? 🍪

I don’t keep store-bought sweets in the house
I’d eat them all

instead, I tease myself by having every necessary ingredient available in the house at all times so that when I have a craving I can make whatever it is I am wanting on the spot

and I’m pretty predictable

I usually want a cookie, cupcake or brownie
last night I wanted peanut butter cookies

so lucky you, you get the recipe
peanut butter cookies
1¼ cup all-purpose flour
1 cup brown sugar
¾ cup natural peanut butter
½ cup vegan margarine
2 tsp. pure vanilla extract
1½ tsp. baking soda
½ tsp. salt
2-3 tsp. water
preheat oven to 350F
in a stand mixer or with a hand held mixer beat the peanut butter, margarine and brown sugar until fluffy

add flour, baking soda, salt and vanilla and beat until incorporated

if batter is too dry add water 1 teaspoon at a time until it comes together

drop tablespoon portions of batter onto unlined baking sheet 2” apart

bake cookies for 12-15 minutes or until golden brown
tip: me likes to drop 2 tablespoon portions of cookie dough because me likes a bigger cookie

and me also like to create a crisscross indention with the back of a fork on each cookie

just looks a little cuter


We’re supposed to go bowling for a friends birthday tonight, but this week has been so unbearably long that I just don’t want to. I would rather make a bowl full of cookie dough I never intend to bake and snuggle up with a book like the hermit my heart wants to be.

But we will go, I’m a firm believer in “if you say you’re going to do something, you do it” and we told them we would be there.

mini messengers.

Ok so my headcanon for why Mary and Damien are so close (i.e. my special boy) is that they’ve known eachother forever - I’m talking since school/university, and they’ve always been best friends. Even when they both got married they made sure to call eachother almost every day and find time for “girls’ nights out.” But then a little while after Lucien was born Damien came to the full realisation that he was trans, and that he couldn’t live any longer without being his true self.
Somehow, while he was terrified to tell anyone, the idea of telling Mary made him the most anxious - even though she already accepted his growing gothic wardrobe, and his overwhelming love of dogs and graveyards. But he was scared that once he told her they would never be the same again, since he wouldn’t be her ‘best girlfriend’ anymore.
He waited, and waited, trying to find the right moment, to pluck up the courage. But if he couldn’t steel himself enough to watch Nightmare Before Christmas, then how the hell was he supposed to do this. Nevertheless, one day - when he’d lost count of how many times he’d gone into the basement to cry after hearing Lucien call him Mom, and he’d received yet another text from his best friend saying 'heeyyy *deadname* how are ya?’ - he went to her house to tell her.
She was quiet while he revealed everything, anxiously mentioning anything that seemed relevant to lessen the weight of the silence between them. He talked about how he felt as a child, and when Lucien was born; his nausea when wearing dresses and how much he’d cried recently; his ideas for a new name. And then, because of course they had to surface right now, his anxieties about what it would mean - how much he loved her, but how scared he was that he couldn’t be her best friend anymore.
When he’d finally stumbled to a halt - and she had that look on her face that meant she’d just been waiting for him to shut up - she said: 'No, you’re not my best girlfriend anymore. You’re my special boy.’ And she hugged him, so he burst into tears on her shoulder. From that moment on, she’d used that nickname to signify that she wasn’t fucking around when it came to their friendship (usually when Joseph got frustrated about how much time she spent with another man.)
She then helped him to come out to his husband, and to Lucien - and she sounded like she’d read fifty guides on how to come out to children, even though Damien thought she never read anything without romance or spies somewhere along the way. And a few days later, a package arrived at his door which turned out to be a Victorian-era appropriate binder - which he had no idea could exist. The invoice inside read Joseph Christiansen, but there was a note from Mary:
'Apparently these things are a bitch to get on and off. Let me know if ya get stuck and need rescuing, special boy. M xx’
And he knew things with Mary could never change.

i wanna get drunk and watch harry potter with you in big comfy pajamas, nestled against your body. i want to discuss with you the fact movie ron is nothing like book ron while we plan a trip to harry potter world that we’ll never go on. 

i want to make cookies with you at two in the morning while we listen to ted talks or beyonce or a podcast we’re both really into. dancing with you in our socks, trying to perfect our down-hallway slide. 

it’s okay that love is sometimes work. people often write about the big moments, about the proposals or the first kiss. but i want the moments in between, too. the quiet of early mornings while we’re both still waking up. quietly bringing me tea just because you know i’d like it without asking. being able to make you art endlessly. 

it’ll be beautiful because it’s ours.

ok so has anyone ever considered stage actor enjolras and techie grantaire??? 

some important points

- grantaire most definitely plans his lighting cues exactly when they make enjolras’ hair glow like a halo

- enjolras always playing the leading man/love interest characters because he’s just so beautiful and has the voice of an angel

- because of all the women that he very convincingly kisses on stage, grantaire is so sure he’s straight

- this doesn’t stop grantaire from flirting with him whenever possible (and most definitely missing sound and light cues because of it)

- when costumer jehan tells grantaire that enj is gay as hell, he couldn’t be happier

- stage manger combeferre is definitely done with all of the pining and shit like come on guys its distracting from the show

- enjolras’ fellow actors cosette, courfeyrac, musichetta, and marius keep trying to tell enj that grantaire likes him, dammit, but enj is having none of it. theres just no way, and besides, itd distract from the show

- the very small pit of éponine, joly, bossuet, montparnasse, and floreal (who i really should talk about more)

- feuilly is the set designer and he builds them with the help of his boyfriend bahorel and they are killing it

- valjean is the director

- no, cosette got in on pure talent

- valjean aint about that favoritism life yes he is

A banner I made for the Samwell Student Union, they keep track of all the events in the Check Please Fandom!


(board inspired by Check Please comic 2.1- Moved In)