powder bowl

Cake Batter

*NSFW* I won’t be able to think about frosting the same again. Enjoy! xxh ;)

It was a quiet and lazy morning in Harry’s apartment. The two of you had slowly gotten up and around for the day, taking your time and enjoying the rare occasion. You’d gone off to the kitchen a while ago, and Harry was still lounging on the couch, dozing off again. He was brought back to reality by your voice, calling out.

“Harry, can you come here?”

He pushed himself off of the couch and rubbed his eyes, then came around the corner to find you kneeling on the counter in front of an open cupboard. Your hands were on your hips, looking very intently for something.

“What is it, love?” he asked, leaning up against the doorframe, a bit confused.

“Do you have any vanilla? I need it for a recipe,” you explained, turning to look at him, “We’re going to your Mum’s and I told her I’d bring desert.”

He thought for a moment, confused expression painted on his face, and then his eyes grew wide as he remembered.

“I’ll grab it,” he said, “I always keep it tucked away over here because I hardly ever bake anymore. Catch?”

You cupped your hands out in front of you and (thankfully) caught the small glass bottle once it left his hands, “It’s still good, right? Not an ancient bottle of vanilla from your baking days?”

He smirked, “Jus’ bought it a few months ago before the holiday, should be jus’ fine.”

You twisted the tiny cap off and took a breath in, “Smells okay to me,” you laughed, “the last thing I need is to poison your family with a cake because of bad vanilla, I’m finally starting to get on Gemma’s good side.”

“They’ll love it regardless, and you know they love you too,” he assured you, coming up behind you and grabbing your waist. He spoke into your hair, “Don’t see why anyone wouldn’t love you, you’re perfect.”

You were glad to be facing the wall, because your cheek grew red embarrassingly quick, “Harry, you know that’s the farthest thing from the truth,”

“Yeh can argue all you want, petal, but we both know I’m right,” he teased, “What are you making anyway?”

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Wet [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Hi! I love your stuff! Could u pls write one about rick and the reader going out on a run together and they come across a stream and decide to take a swim bc its so hot outside.. its kinda awkward at first and then things get heated? ;) pls and thank u!

Here you go anon, hope you like it! 💙

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, semi-public sex, oral sex, dirty talk, a little fluff at the end

Words: 3,020

A/N: Sorry if I fuck up my description of Georgia, I live on the west coast and had to rely on Google maps!

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Spicy Chicken & Sweet Potato Bowl

protein packed and freaking delicious. 

Ingredients 

2 lbs chicken breast, cut into chunks 

2 medium sweet potatoes, peeled and cut into chunks 

Seasoning blend: granulated onion, granulated garlic, ground ginger, Hawaiian lava salt, Mexican oregano, cumin, sweet paprika, black pepper, crushed red pepper, and chili powder. 

Bowl ingredients of your choice. I used purple cabbage, sweet peppers, Roma tomatoes, avocados, cilantro, lime, and Whole30 compliant taco sauce or salsa of your choice. 

Safflower or coconut oil for cooking. 

Directions 

Par-cook your potatoes for about 5 minutes in the microwave until they are fork tender. When ready, crisp in a pan with a small amount of oil. Use some of your seasoning blend to season the potatoes. 

Heat oil over medium heat. Once hot enough, cook chicken chunks and season liberally.  As a matter of preference, you can cook the chicken in the sauce or just add it at the end. 

Once potatoes and chicken are both done, assemble bowl however you’d like.

Enjoy! 

Pork Cutlet Bowl (Katsudon) Pirozhki

Anime: Yuri On Ice
Appearance: Episode 9
Time: 3 hours
Serving: We were able to make about 12 large Pirozhki and had a lot of dough left over.

I just really love this anime and Episode 9 was so cute. When I saw this come up on the screen I knew I had to make it. Not only was it something sweet that Yuri’s grandpa did for him it was also part of a huge moment of friendship between both Yuri and Yuri. I didnt expect it to taste good even though I wanted to make it! haha I had the expectation that it would taste so odd as did my friend but I have to say it was actually REALLY amazing! I found two recipes for dough and my friend and I tried them both. I think they were both amazing and delicious but we both agreed we thought the pastry one to be more fitting. I am going to post both dough recipes so you can decide which you prefer. The photos are ok they arent the best sorry! Half way my camera died and I had to use my phone.

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Keto Nutella, Finally!

Ingredients (makes around 800g)

200g 90% dark chocolate or cocoa mass / cocoa liquor

50g finely ground hazelnut

180ml double cream

80g unsalted butter

100ml of unsweetened nut milk (I used soya) or until desired consistency achieved

100g powdered sweetener, equivalent to icing sugar texture

optional -  10 drops chocolate hazelnut flavouring

instructions

on low settings and in a microwave safe bowl, melt the chocolate, butter and cream. this can easily take 5/7 minutes or more. be patient. it’s worth it.

mix well with a hand mixer, bring back to microwave if necessary.

in a blender / food processor, finely process the hazelnuts with the powdered sweetener until powdered as finely as possible. add the hazelnut and sweetener powder to the bowl and keep mixing.

add nut milk to dilute texture and mix. the longer you’ll mix the creamier the texture

nutritional value per 100g

calories 374, (net) carbs 4g, fat 37g, protein 5g, fibre 5g, sugars 1g

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Breakfast. A stack of pancakes, homemade blueberry jam and vanilla powdered sugar.

Pancakes

Serves 2 people 


210 g all purpose flour
1 tbsp baking powder
1 tbsp sugar
½ tsp salt
¼ tsp vanilla powder
1 ¼ cups milk
2 medium eggs
2 tbsp melted butter

Mix flour, baking powder, salt, sugar and vanilla powder in a large bowl. Add milk and eggs and let stand in room temperature for about 20 minutes or so. Add melted butter. Use about 2-3 tbsp batter per pancake if you want to make them the size pictured. Serve with blueberry jam or topping of choice.

BEST DIY PIMPLE/BLACK HEAD REMOVER EVER-

My skin isn’t the best, and I tend to have pimples and black heads around my nose and on my forehead. I know how frustrating this can be and I have honestly tried SOOO many DIY facials and scrubs to try to get my skin clean and clear. Finally, I found an amazing DIY and modified it a bit to make it easier on me.

WHAT YOU NEED:
•BAKING POWDER
•LEMON JUICE (this can be fresh or out of a bottle, I switch off depending on which one I have at the moment)
•A BOWL
•A SPOON (just for scooping, you honestly don’t need one if you’re good at eyeballing measurements)

DIRECTIONS:
1. Pour some baking soda into the bowl. You won’t need more than one tablespoon, but it’s up to you how much you use.
2. Add in your lemon juice. Add it in one or two drops at a time, as it will have a fizzy reaction and adding too much lemon juice in will prevent it from working as well (I speak from experience)
3. Mix! Once you are done you will have a paste that is not runny but not stiff either. You should be able to mix it using your finger without too much force, however it shouldn’t be pourable.
4. Wait for it to finish fizzing, and put in on your face! You can cover your whole face, or just areas that you feel need to be cleared up. The thickness of the layer does not matter, but try to even out the thickness as much as possible.
5. Wait for ten minutes or so (until you stop feeling a tingling on your skin; you will know when to take it off) and wash it off using water. It should come straight off with no problem.
6. LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND ENJOY YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE WHICH WAS ALREADY PRETTY BUT IS NOW PRETTIER.

This stuff works like magic for me, I hope it works for you too! If you have any questions about this feel free to message me!!

My Waters Below My Hills.

2.5.2017

Give up your waters woman, become but a husk so that you are remade from your dust. 

When I was little, I had a series of spells that would plague me at night. I would choke on my own breathe, until it felt like my body has closed itself up to world around me. Usually happening between the moments when I was just about to wake up from sleep, my body would seize as if I was stuck on the threshold of dreaming and waking. 

Here I would have visions as my eyes welled up with tears and my mouth opened in silent gasps, screaming out for the deaths that are yet to come in my family. Until my parents would come rushing through the doors, and I would gulp down honey water to choke me awake with the sudden sweetness. 

The sensation of losing your breath is as if you are becoming nothing, swimming through nothing, seeing nothing. Slowly.

When I was very little, I almost died. One of my lungs collapsed at night while I was sleeping, and liquid began to fill my throat till I could barely gulp down air. My mother heard me gasping in my cradle beside her bed, and rushed me to the Emergency Room.

Last night, I couldn’t stop drinking water and then expelling my waters until the flow became crystal clear. There came a knowing in my body that it was time for another passage into the world below and back. I filled my copper basin that have collected the ashes of my ceremonies for the past months with cold water from the tap, and sitting it in a triangle of wooden staves, floated a white candle in its depths. 

My body heats, and morphs, and changes as my skin transforms serpentine, grow scales, wings of white feathers sprouting from my back, my breathing becomes none existent and this time I let it. For I know it is the mothers sitting with me.

I fall asleep to the light of my white candle, my fetch swimming through the oceans in my soul, waiting for the dream to come, to incubate as so many of us have done in temples and cells and caves and arbours in all the days before and after us. 

You may see yourself swimming down a lake or well. You will see yourself pass through more layers or doors than you have ever thought possible, usually involving an increasing sense of claustrophobia or pressure as you get deeper and deeper. Eventually you will find yourself very close to the heart of the spiral, the ‘eye of the storm’ where things are weaved and unweaved. You will need to pass through and to do so you will need to be able to let go of everything of you that is mortal. You will also be stripped of the illusion of ‘up’ and ‘down’ and come to realize that in travelling ‘down to the bottom’ you have also reached the height of heights and are now in the stars.

- Lee Morgan’s A Deed Without A Name, page 133, from the chapter “The Water Below The Hills”.

As I woke up in the world of sleeping, I found myself inside the houses of my mothers. First I was in a small cottage by the Bayous of Louisiana, Maria making gumbo and fish head stew with black bread. The scent of her spices fill the tiny house with memories I didn’t know I had. She sprinkles a powder into my bowl of stew and whispers a prayer I can’t hear. “Time to meet your maker”, she says to me, and I think it’s my time to die. 

“Not like that baby”, she responds, “You got more than one maker”.

I take the bowl into my hands, and as I take my first dip and bit, the scenes around me shift. 

Now I am on the banks of a river, the earth yellow with minerals and nutrients rubbing warm dust beneath me. Around me are tents filled with women, they point to the rushing waters crashing against the jagged rocks, and tell me to get closer or I’ll never swim to shore. The bitter waters splash against my face, tasting of green things and ash. I am stripped down into my scales and fins, and dipping into the waters, my vision goes black. 

When I can see again, I am in my middle school classroom in China. Before me is stretched rolls and rolls of paper, and I am spending an eternity writing out line after line. My middle school teacher, stern, manipulative, who in one breath can weep in front our parents for our supposed failures and then scream and hit us with her ruler behind their backs, stood looming over me. I pick up my pen, and begin to write as I always have in the past, never stopping until the alarm clock wakes me up from my slumber.

Time to meet your maker baby.

Is she my maker? I wonder to myself, this woman who was my mother for most days when my own mother left me there in that institution each morning, and came to pick me up late at night. Was she my maker? This stern, cruel woman who’s images blurs with that of my mother’s, with that of the many teachers before her who attempted to drill into my head a mother tongue I was suppose to know but could never quiet get the handle of. I feel my arms and run my hands over the cruel lines left behind by her stings and pinches and slaps and wrenching. 

I look at the rough, thin paper under my hands, my pen scratching out symbols and characters I can no longer remember the meanings of. 

No sun shone through the windows, everything was dark except for that single fluorescent light that shone above our heads. 

Her shadow creeps through every corner of the wall, running against the lines of chalkboards that surround us, imposing their dark shadows against my body.

All those years of repetition, of stolen consent, of silenced voices. I did something I didn’t know I could do, and had never done in previous dreams like the one I am having now, in that claustrophobic classroom with that imposing teacher. 

I put down my pen, I walk up to her, I look her in the eye, and I say, firmly, quietly, “no”.

And I walk away.

She weeps as the alarm sounds and my eyes open to the sun streaming through my window, cascading onto the sea of plants lining my room.

Give up your waters woman. I did. Become but a husk so you can be remade from your dust. Was I ever a mother? Was I ever in past lives a woman with a uterus who didn’t need to hide behind the masculinity she was assigned at birth because of her genitalia? Did I ever feel the sensation of pushing life out from between the lips of my legs, feeling a piece of me slip out of my body, into my arms? Or given away to another? Or take herbs poisonous to this life suckling in my womb so that I wouldn’t need to do this?

I look to the mothers of my line, and they gently move my head to look forward into the future. 

Some things do not need to be carried with you for all the lives you will live love.

The spirit of a child I didn’t know I had been carrying within my belly laughs and gurgles with joy.


Backstory. When I was nine years old my parents told me that we were going back to China for a summer vacation. After packing our bags and taking that arduous fourteen hour plane ride back home, we began looking for elementary schools in my area a week after we landed. We didn’t come back to Canada for five years. I was placed in local elementary schools with a series of abusive homeroom teachers. They were the mothers that my own mother refused to protect me from. They placed their hands without my consent onto my body, their fingers digging into my mind against my will.

Shaping me, gaslighting me, manipulating me into the perfect little brain washed, teacher fearing, government fearing student that the communist regime in China desired from every family at the time.

I could never say no.

These past few nights have been my beginnings and continuations in correcting that mistake of the past. 

Stormbornwitch’s Cleansing Chalk

This cleansing chalk is designed to cleanse items or a space. It can also be used to draw sigils. To make this cleansing chalk you will need:

  • 5 eggshells
  • 1 tbs dried sage
  • 7 drops of sage essential oil
  • 1 tbs of rock salk

Dry and crush the eggshells with a mortar and pestle. When finely ground into a powder add the sage essential oil. Now add dried sage and ground until a fine powder (if you like you can use pre-ground sage). Once completely ground, add the rock salt and crush into a fine powder.

Add the cleansing powder into a bowl (Measure how much you have first). Now add the same amount of plain white flour to the bowl. Now slowly add water until it becomes a dough-like consistency. Roll the dough into four long pieces of chalk. Now to dry the chalk you can either leave the chalk to air-dry or you can pop them in a fan-forced oven for half an hour.

-          Marci

Breakfast: Smoothie bowl

Smoothie Ingredients (measurements vary per blender size):

•plain Greek yogurt (about 1 cup)
•original unsweetened almond milk (½ cup)
•frozen mixed berries (I used blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, and strawberries) (¾-1 cup)
•1/2 serving of vanilla protein powder (for me it was ½ of the scoop that came with)
•1 sliced frozen kiwi

Toppings:
•rolled oats
•Cheerios (I used Fruity Cheerios)
•granola
•1 slices kiwi

Book:
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, the original screenplay by J.K. Rowling


~My favorite part of summers at home is that I can sleep in on the weekends and make smoothies for breakfast. This is the first summer I’ve incorporated protein powder, but I’ve been working full-time and could use the extra boost. I’ll usually make my breakfast, pour a cup of coffee (with a tablespoon of coconut oil), and go sit on the porch with my dog, Chopper, and read whatever book I’m currently on.
~I don’t have time to read while I’m in school because of assigned readings, so I read as much as I can in the summer. I’ve even been taking a book to work to read on my lunch hour instead of sitting on my phone.

Family Tortilla Recipe

  • 2 cups flour
  • ¼ cup Crisco vegetable shortening
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp baking powder
  • about a cup warm water

Combine flour, salt and baking powder in a large bowl. Make a well, put shortening in the middle of the well and add some of the warm water and combine. I ALWAYS use my hands. Add more water until dough is moist but not sticky. Flour your surface and let the dough rest for 10 minutes.

This would be a great time to get your pan out on the stove and warm it and find a plate or some vessel to hold the fresh tortillas. I usually put the pan on med-high

Cut dough in half and repeat until you have a ball a little larger than a golf ball. (You could actually make them any size you want but you’ll get different size tortillas and varying amounts of tortillas if you do. It’s really up to your discretion) Flour your surface and rolling pin and roll them out.

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Metallic Slime Recipe!

Hello! Today I am going to teach you how to create shiny metallic slime!

Ingredients

- Clear slime (you can find my recipe by scrolling down a tiny bit) You can also make your clear slime. A less descriptive recipe can be found in the second method. You will need 1 cup of warm water mixed with one teaspoon of borax for your activator and clear PVA based glue.

- Metallic paint or metallic pigment powder (you can find these at craft shops and on sites such as Amazon by looking up ‘metallic paints’ and ‘pearl pigment powder’ or just ‘pigment powder’)

- Something to mix in/mix with

- Container

**I’m not sure if fluffy slime works, but feel free to experiment!

Method 1:

Step 1: Take some clear slime and simply add a few squirts of your paint/pigment powder! I recommend using a spoon to add in the powder, as it can get very messy. If you are using paint, make sure to put something under the slime so the paint won’t stain your table.

That’s basically all for the first method, as it is very easy and common. 

Method 2:

Step 1. Make your borax solution as usual. Pour your clear glue into a bowl and make sure you have a mixing tool.

Step 2. Pour in a little bit of your metallic paint or pigment powder into the bowl. Depending on the brand of paint you are using and how opaque the paint/powder is, a little can go a long way. Continue stirring until your slime is the color you want it to be.

Step 3. Pour in your activator as usually and store your slime as you usually would. Since you added paint/powder, your slime will not be very clear but will still look amazing!

Make sure to let me know if you have any questions or comments!

Make you cry - Klaus Mikaelson

The godforsaken scene from Marley and me began playing. The poor dog was being put down and the tears began to roll down your cheeks. You buried your face into Klaus’ shoulder and ugly cried mumbling about how unfair it was. He rolled his eyes at the movie and patted your head comfortingly.

“How are you not crying?” You asked wiping your eyes.

“Because that is the course of life, love”

“But the dog died”

“I’ve seen hundreds of dogs die in my lifetime, another one in a film isn’t going to do anything to me.”

“But you never cry. Like the only time I’ve seen you cry was when That which made you think I was dead”

“I have nothing to cry about. It fuels my rage”

“I’m with a psycho”

“You just realised?”

The two of you laughed at his joke and you yawned.

“Let’s go to bed now love”

“When you turn me and I don’t need to sleep as much, I will love life so much”

The two of you retired up to your bedroom. Klaus stripped off his top and got straight into bed. You went into the bathroom to quickly wash your face and pee before joining him. He immediately pulled you into his chest as a ‘protective measure’ but you knew it was just because he liked cuddling at heart. 

The idea of Klaus not finding the dead of a dog so sad kept you up longer. How could he be so void of emotion that the death of a dog did nothing to him? You tried to think of the last time you had seen Klaus cry properly. Like tears falling freely from his eyes and it had been a very long time ago. The witch incident was a year ago. He couldn’t have really gone an entire year without crying. It was crazy. So that’s when the idea of trying to make him cry came up. You would do everything in your power to make Klaus Mikaelson cry.

You turned over, ensuring you remained in Klaus’ grip and quickly texted a friend enlisting his help. An odd request at 1 AM but you had helped him with much worse.

The next morning you gave Klaus a list of errands he ‘needed’ to run. He grumbled but did it anyway. As soon as he left, your friend came in from the back and began his work. 

2 hours later he was done and you had a latex piece across your neck which looked like a slit open neck. He put fake blood on the wound as well as your normal skin, your normal clothes and finally on the floor to make it look like the blood did actually spurt out of your neck. 

“When you hear him in the driveway put some more on your neck so that it looks fresh and dribbles to the floor. I’ve left the remover in your bathroom” Your friend instructed.

“Thank you! This looks so lifelike. I love it”

“How do you know what a split open neck looks like?”

“How do you?”

“Touche. Let me take some pictures for the gram”

He moved quickly, snapping the pictures and left. You sat around waiting until you heart Klaus’ car pull into the driveway. You quickly lied down on the floor and spurted blood onto the ‘wound’ and the floor. 

The front door opened and Klaus stood at the door for a few seconds before stepping into the house and shutting it. He walked up to your body and you held your breath as quietly as possible before plainly walking into the kitchen. You were confused slightly but decided to wait it out. You could hear him putting things away in the cupboards before finally walking past you and into the living room. He sat down and turned the T.V on.

You got up and walked into the living room.

“The woman you love is lying dead on the floor and you don’t care?” You asked, throwing your hands up in the air.

“The woman I love was lying on the floor with a prosthetic across her neck and fake blood everywhere. I  could hear your breathing love” Klaus replied, flipping the channel on the TV.

“You’re an arse”

“Yes, yes, now take that off. you’re dripping fake blood all over our floors”

You went up to the bathroom and began to remove the latex piece from your neck. The dye in the fake blood stained your skin but you could wash it off later. You threw your blood stained clothes out and changed into a fresh outfit before returning downstairs, throwing yourself on the sofa beside Klaus.

“Your neck is still stained, love”

“I know, I need to wash it in the shower.”

“Was this an attempt to make me cry or something?”

“Possibly”

“I don’t cry, love”

“Yes, you do. You cried of happiness when Hope first used magic to hex Hayley.”

“I’ll rephrase, I only cry when the occasion calls for it”

“YOUR GIRLFRIEND LIED DEAD ON THE FLOOR, NIKLAUS”

“But you weren’t dead. But by all means, continue this mad quest on making me cry. It won’t work”

You huffed and continued to stare at the screen whilst thinking of your next plan.


A few days later, Klaus and Elijah went to quash a witch uprising. You took it as the perfect time to find another way of making Klaus cry, of anger. He told you about his most prized possessions, his french pigments. They were so rare, he had most of it hidden away but the small amount he had left in New Orleans was going to get mixed up in a bowl of water. 

You got into one of his painting shirts and rolled up the sleeves and began painting with his normal paint on a random canvas. The pigments were in their little box as you waited for Klaus to text you and tell you he was on his way home. Your painting was looking good, it was abstract, and he texted you, informing you of his impending arrival. You poured the powder into a bowl of water and mixed it until it resembled a murky liquid and waited for him to come home. 

He was surprised to see you painting and a smile graced his lips. He cleared his throat and you turned around and hopped off the stool.

“Whats all this?” He asked with a proud smile gracing his lips.

“I wanted to paint something to make you cry but I don’t think it worked.” You replied, playing with the hem of the large shirt.

“We’ll have it framed anyway, love”

“I tried using some pigments but they didn’t work”

“What?”

“Yeah, your fancy pigments but they just turned brown in the water.”

“Please tell me you’re joking, Y/N”

“No…”

“Those were the rarest things in my entire collection and you put them in water.”

“It’s just paint”

“It’s not just paint, you know the significance of painting to me. And you have ruined it.”

“It was meant to be a joke”

“Enough of this joke. Frankly, it’s not a joke anymore. I’m sick and tired of your stupid objective.”

“Show some emotion then”

“I do show you emotion. I show you anger, I show you happiness, I show you laughter. I show you love for god’s sake. Do these not count as emotions?” 

Klaus’ voice got louder and louder and he realised his volume. He took a deep breath and massaged his temples.

“Please, just promise me that you’ll stop this lurid obsession of yours,” He begged, his tone softening completely.

“I’ll stop.

‘I’m sorry, Klaus”

“It’s fine, love.”

You really did feel like shit at this point. The second phase of your plan was pretty stupid since you didn’t even know whether Klaus would be allowed to get his pigments or not, you just wasted them. 

He could see by your glazed expression that you were going to get upset and so he pulled you into his chest.

“I know you did it with good intentions, I do, which is why I am not as angry. Don’t be too hard on yourself, it was a mistake and mistakes happen all of the time”

You nodded into his chest and he held you for a while.

A few days later, Klaus came up with a compromise for his ‘lack of emotion’ and that was a weekly date night. It would alternate each week and the first week was your decision. In all honesty, you forgot it was your date and got the notification on the Saturday morning. You ran around getting blood and popcorn and streamed a cheesy romance movie so that it would all load and wouldn’t buffer as you watched it.

Once Klaus was home the two of you were in comfy clothes and Titanic was fully loaded. The two of you sat on the bed with the laptop at the foot of the bed connected by an HDMI cable to the T.V mounted opposite the bed.

“Did I ever tell you that Elijah, Rebekah and I were on the Titanic?”

“No…”

“Yes well, we were. The three of us were amongst the first few people to empty into the sea. We fed on the dead frozen corpses for some energy, compelled selfish men to give up their blankets for the women and children and then swam to a boat that was responding to the Titanic’s mayday call.”

“I forgot you’re like a million years older than me”

“A thousand love.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to watch the film. For the rest of the film, the two of you just cuddled. It was towards the end of the film and at the iconic, i’ll never let you go scene.

“You know this scene pissed me off a lot since they could both fit. and I saw a post on BuzzFeed that showed the different positions they could be in” You ranted looking up at Klaus.

“Are you crying?” You asked seeing trails of tears down his cheeks.

He wiped his eyes.

“Are you happy, your mission is accomplished.”

“Seeing your girlfriend dead doesn’t make you cry, but Rose being a selfish french girl whilst Jack sacrifices himself does?”

“It’s a sad film, Y/N. Leave me be”

“The show of emotion is great babe. It is what I wanted after all”

“Yes, yes. Now let’s forget that this ever happen hmm”

“I don’t know. There’s something about an emotional man that makes me feel some type of way”

“There is, is there?”

You hummed.

“We could forget all about this film and focus more on those feelings you have”

You leant forward to shut off the laptop and put it on the floor before turning to Klaus and smirking. Let’s just say that you really really focused on your feelings that night.

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Sukiyaki is a popular hot pot dish that is cooked and served at the table which creates a strong familial/bonding setting as you fight your friends wielding chopsticks as mini wooden swords for the most succulent piece of beef or honour. The flavour is a sweet and salty broth made of soy. Thus, I expected a more difficult adaptation as is often the case when a dish is reinvented. Thus, imagine my bewildered mix of surprise and relief that the sukiyaki don already
exists and isn’t as labour intensive as it would imply. Plus, it’s lonely people friendly.

Sukiyaki Don Recipe

200g thinly sliced beef, 1 tblsp butter (or beef fat in the anime), 1 tblsp brown sugar/sugar, shiitake mushrooms, half of a firm block of grilled/firm tofu, 1 package shirataki noodles, puerilla/shiso leaves, leek

A broth of 1/3 cup sake, mirin and soy sauce, 2 tblsp sugar, 1/3 cup dashi stock (water with pinch of dashi powder)

Bowl of rice, egg

Combine broth ingredients and bring to a boil. Set aside.

Cut leek diagonally

Slice tofu into cubes

Rinse shirataki noodles

Remove the stem from shiitake mushrooms and cut a rough star shape into the cap

Melt butter and cook the beef. Add 1 tblsp brown sugar/sugar.

Arrange the rest of the ingredients into the pan. Pour in broth and simmer until it reduces. Remove leek and leaves after several minutes.

The tofu just absorbs the broth and becomes incredibly delicious.

Arrange onto rice

Top with egg and enjoy!

Title: Distinction of a Name
Fandom: Servamp (Age AU)
Characters: Mahiru, Kuro, and all the kids.
Summary: The five times Mahiru was called mom, and the one time he learned why.
Notes: @crazyanime3 - taking a break from the longer project, so I thought I’d write some random age au fic for you =) This idea has been on my mind since Lily called Mahiru “mom” <3

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magic (vegan!) chocolate cake

ingredients:
1-½ cups unbleached flour
¾ cup sugar or other sweetener
½ tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking soda
3 tablespoons cocoa powder
1 tsp. vanilla
1/3 cup vegetable oil
1 tablespoon vinegar
1 cup cold water

chocolate cream frosting ingredients:
2 tablespoon softened margarine (earth balance)
1-1/3 cups powdered sugar
1/3 cup cocoa
½ teaspoon vanilla
2 - 4 tablespoons water (use as needed)

cake instructions:
preheat the oven to 350 degrees. combine the flour, sugar, salt, baking soda, and cocoa powder in a bowl and stir with a fork until mixed. make a well in the center and add the vanilla, oil, vinegar, and water. stir with a fork until well mixed. pour into a 9x9-inch baking dish (or cupcake pan), and bake in the preheated oven for 30 minutes, until a toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. cool completely, then frost with chocolate cream frosting.

icing instructions:
cream the margarine in a small bowl then add the sugar, cocoa, vanilla, and enough water to make a thick but spreadable frosting.

livesinruins  asked:

This is no-knead, one bowl, and doesn't have to rise! 1 cup (c) rye flour 1 c all-purpose flour 2 teaspoons (tsp) baking powder 1/2 tsp salt 1 1/2 tablespoons (tbsp) molasses 1 tbsp vegetable oil 1 c milk (I use almond) Preheat oven to 450 F Put flours, salt, and baking powder into a large bowl and stir. Add molasses, oil, and milk and stir. Add a bit more flour if it's super sticky. Make the dough into a ball, bake on a greased sheet until bottom of loaf sounds hollow when tapped (~20 mins)