preparation instructions

Okay so I see some posts about executive dysfunction that kinda misrepresent what it is, so I wanted to clarify.

Executive dysfunction is not: laziness, lack of motivation, lack of willpower, lack of self-control, bad attitude, an excuse to not do something
Executive dysfunction is: an actual deficiency in the function of the frontal lobe that can be seen and measured in an MRI scanner, associated with neurodivergencies such as autism and ADHD, and mental illnesses

When you can’t do something because of ED, it’s not because you aren’t motivated enough or lack self-control. It’s because your brain literally isn’t running the commands needed to make your body move and do the things you need to. You may be hella motivated and determined to do something and you still won’t be able to because you don’t know where to start or how to proceed to the next step or what to do at all. You may be very hungry, know that you have a frozen pizza in your fridge, yet not be able to do the “fairly simple” steps to cook that pizza because of ED.

Executive dysfunction cannot be helped with more motivation, rewards, hard work or whatever. The part of your brain that is supposed to break the task into steps and guide you through them isn’t working right now, and no amount of rewards or discipline will make it work. The only things you can do is accommodate for the lack of this function: either ask someone near you to guide you through the steps of your task, or have a list of steps prepared beforehand, while your frontal lobe was more merciful. Shouting, crying, blaming, punishing yourself, etc won’t do one bit to help it.

And for people who don’t know what it’s like to have ED and have people around them who do have it, here’s the thing: instructions have to be very precise. I know you never pay attention to this because you don’t have to, but here’s the deal - even the smallest steps have to be akwnoledged. For example you may think that an instruction to make tea looks like this:

1. Fill the kettle with water and boil it.
2. Put a tea bag in your cup.
3. Add sugar if you want
4. Pour hot water into your cup
5. Take the bag out after a minute or two
6. Enjoy your tea

But it has many, many intermediate steps that a typically functioning frontal lobe will figure out, but a person affected by executive dysfunction won’t be able to do. So instead that instruction will look more like this:

1. Open the kettle
2. Open a bottle of water/turn on tap water
3. Fill the kettle with water
4. Turn off the tap water/close the water bottle
5. Close the lid on the kettle
6. Push the button to turn it on

And so on. So that one step in the first instruction is actually six steps in the second instruction. And giving a person with executive dysfunction the first instruction probably won’t help them at all. And btw this is might be the reason that person in your life leaves the lights on or doors open or products out of the fridge all the time - their brain just doesn’t guide them through it.

So, things to remember:
1) Executive dysfunction is a real thing and it’s not the person’s fault
2) It cannot be helped with motivation, self-control, discipline, rewards or punishments
3) It can be helped with careful, thorough instructions prepared by yourself beforehand or by someone else without ED
4) It is very difficult and frustrating for the person experiencing it first and foremost
5) If you have ED, be kind to yourself. Learn ways around it. Rest from time to time. Don’t be afraid or ashamed to ask for help. And be honest to yourself about whether you can or cannot do the thing yourself. Trust me, it will help you in the long run.

Ouija - (H/M)

This turned out A LOT longer than @dont-run-up and I first intended, but hopefully, everyone enjoys! Leave some comments letting us know what you thought of Incubus!Yoongi~~

Genre; Horror with that good S M UT 

Length; long af- 9,800+ words

Kink(s); A sprinkle of Master/Pet, impact play, oral (giving and receiving), creampie, light bondage, etc.

Originally posted by taes-nose-mole

12:00 a.m.
The time blared on your friend, Hee Young’s, phone screen. “Come on Y/n,” She jeered, keeping that eager grin and puppy-dog look in her eyes as she gently grasped your biceps, swaying you from side to side. “I wanna play! It’s just a game-” She added, pointing towards the newly purchased Ouija board that sat on your coffee table. Just the sight of it rushed a wave of uneasiness over you.

Shaking your head, your brows furrowed slightly, “I don’t know-” You replied, as anxiety laced your words. “My grandma always told me to steer clear of them, they could allow things into your home and life.”

“Oh my gosh, you don’t really believe all that nonsense, do you?” She asked, giggling through her words while she began to open the board’s box. Unlike you, she was a full-blown skeptic; she wasn’t a believer in anything paranormal, so Ouija was just a game to her and nothing more than that.

God did you wish you could dismiss it the way she could.
Though you had never personally experienced anything ghost-wise, you knew plenty of people that had. “Ahh I do, but..” You began, sighing as you decided to give in despite your better judgment, “But I guess we can play, just for a little, at least.”

Heeyoung excitedly clapped while smiling like a dork as she lifted the onyx and pearl colored board and planchette out. “Don’t worry,” She sweetly said, recognizing the nervous expression that painted your face as she placed it onto the glass. “It’s just a game.”

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Transference (M) – Chapter 02

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Summary: You have your first session with Mr. Jung and discuss the details of your intake paperwork outlining your future relationship.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Word Count: 4,877

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, sexual themes, discussions of BDSM, shibari, profanity.

A/N: Thank you everyone for the outpouring of love and support for our favorite therapist. I sincerely hope you all enjoy this next installment.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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Versatile tomato soup

I love tomato soup, but tomato soup out of a can tastes more like corn syrup than like tomatoes to me. Here’s a version that can be adjusted according to both energy levels and ingredients:

The concept is tomatoes plus soup stock plus any flavor ingredients you prefer. 

Potential tomato varieties:

  • fresh tomatoes, especially really flavorful ones - slower cooking, a little bit of chopping, and more hands on time: cut in half and drizzle with olive oil and put into a broiler or an oven at 400 - 450 degrees Fahrenheit until they start turning brown and smell really aromatic; they should be really squishy when they come out (I highly recommend cutting some onions in half as well and adding some peeled garlic to the pan when you throw these in to roast; a mild pepper like a cubanelle is a good addition as well)
  • crushed tomatoes out of a can - lowest spoons: open the can and you’re set
  • flavored chopped tomatoes - requires running through the blender either before cooking or after: thinner and milder than crushed tomatoes, so you’ll want to add less liquid to the can (bouillon rather than soup stock is a good choice); the chopped tomatoes have a lot bigger chunks and you really need to run them through the blender to properly thicken it

Soup stock choices:

  • chicken stock 
  • chicken bouillon
  • vegetable stock
  • vegetable bouillon
  • Goya sazon powder

Optional add-ins:

  • onion - several different preparation options: throw into oven to roast alongside tomatoes; either cut up or buy pre-chopped from the frozen food section and saute before adding the wet ingredients; mix in onion powder or minced onions
  • garlic -  several different preparation options: throw into oven to roast alongside tomatoes; chop up fresh cloves and saute before adding the wet ingredients; saute minced garlic from a jar; mix in garlic powder or garlic salt
  • celery salt
  • dairy - cream, half and half, or even milk (milk is going to be a lot thinner and likely to be better mixed with bouillon cubes and skipping the wet soup stocks)
  • mild peppers like poblanos and cubanelles - throw into oven to roast alongside tomatoes
  • basil - you could mix in some dried basil, but throwing in some fresh basil after everything else has cooked and then throwing it all in a blender is preferable
  • oregano
  • whatever else you think sounds delicious in tomato soup


  1. Prepare your ingredients; if you are going to roast things yourself rather than getting them out of a can, the veggies go into the oven at 400-450 degrees with a bit of olive oil drizzled on top until they turn aromatic and brown
  2. Saute any aromatics you are using in a bit of oil
  3. Add in tomatoes and soup stock
  4. Mix in other ingredients to taste
  5. Optionally, throw the soup in a blender to make it nice and smooth

This recipe freezes really well. If you add less liquid, it can also make a good tomato sauce.

The Joker x Reader- “What You Wish For”

He always blurs out things when he’s mad and takes it out on the wrong people. If he wants you and your daughter to be gone, why not grant his wish? After all, the great Joker doesn’t need anybody around.

“…and you two are always around, I wish you would just disappear!” J grumbles, irritated that his plans for last night’s kidnapping went downhill. Of course he has to take it on somebody and since you and your daughter happen to be right there…again…

“Hey, knock it out!” you urge him, noticing Emma squeezing harder on her teddy bear. She keeps on looking at you and her dad, uneasy. “That would be enough, don’t say things like this in front of our kid!” you frown, stopping what you’re doing for the moment, which is folding her little dresses.

“I mean it, I want you two to vanish! You are in my way, I want to be alone! I need peace and quiet,” he snarls, pacing around the living room, pointing his finger at Emma.

“Where…where should I go, daddy?” she whimpers, backing out a bit.

“I don’t give a damn, just get out of my sight!” The Joker replies, going out on the balcony.

“Are you serious?!” you mutter, not believing what just came out of his mouth. Emma starts crying and you have to go and hug her, trying to comfort a child that doesn’t understand her father’s outbursts. “Daddy didn’t mean it, honey, ok? He’s just upset. Go get ready for bed and I’ll come tuck you in. Stop crying, he didn’t mean it,” you wipe her tears, feeling your heart sink.

“D-does daddy h-hate me?” she stutters in your ear, sniffling.

“No, of course not, never! He can’t hate his little Pumpkin, there’s no way,” you smile, reassuring her, caressing her back to make it better. “Come on, go get ready, I’ll be right there,” and you put her down, watching as she slowly heads towards her bedroom. You deeply inhale and follow J on the balcony, determined to make things right.

He is sitting on the couch, fidgeting with his gun. You stomp towards him and yank the pistol out of his hand, tossing it on the concrete.

“Don’t say mean things to your daughter, do you hear me? She’s not even 6 yet!”
“Get lost, Y/N!” he growls, pushing you away.

“No, I’m not getting lost!” you place yourself in front of him again. “You made her cry, are you happy about that? All that she knows is that you’re her dad and she loves you, she doesn’t grasp your … complicated behavior,” you make it sound as nice as you can since you want to strangle him on the spot.

“Shut up, Y/N!” J reaches for his gun but you take his hand and hold it in place.

“No, you have to go and make it up to her; you shouldn’t say such horrible things to Emma! I don’t care you are in a foul mood, deal with it!” you snap at him, annoyed. You let go of his hand and lift his chin up, forcing him to look at you since he’s avoiding your gaze.

“Is she…really crying?” he sighs, biting on his cheek. The bitter expression on your face confirms it. The Joker grunts, suddenly relaxing his shoulders and unexpectedly burying his face on your tummy. “I didn’t mean it…” you hear his muffled voice and you kick his shin, distancing from him.

“What would you do without us, hm? Don’t take us for granted!” and you turn your back, storming inside, not waiting for an answer. It won’t be a nice one anyway.


The Joker gets inside Emma’s room, watching her play with the toys before bedtime.

“What are you doing, little Princess?” he asks, scratching his head because he doesn’t really know how to handle the situation.

“Waiting for mommy to put me to bed,” she answers getting up from the carpet, a bit startled, squeezing on her teddy bear.

“Wanna fix my hair?” J offers, fully aware that’s her favorite thing to do.

“Really?” she gasps, already searching for the comb, so excited for the opportunity. Children have such a way of being resilient.

He seats on the floor with the back against her bed. She crawls behind him and carefully starts combing his green hair, tracing the strands with her tiny hand.

“Ahhh, that feels good, Pumpkin Pie,” he purrs, closing his eyes. “You’re doing a great job. Can you purr for me?”

She leans over and makes some silly sounds, trying so hard to imitate him and J chuckles, grabbing both of her hands and covering them in kisses.

“I don’t want you to go away, alright?” J tils his head backwards, watching her giggle when he tickles her sides.

“Ok, daddy,” she kisses his Damaged tattoo and he senses that weird ache in his chest again. It’s a strange type of pain The Joker can never quite pinpoint.

You stop in the doorway, leaning against the wall and watch them, pleased your daughter looks happy now.

“Time for bed, honey,” you announce but let him tuck her in. “Did you do daddy’s hair? It looks great,” you praise her, kissing her goodnight and Emma nods a yes, thrilled you like it.

The Joker leans over to cover her with the blanket and kisses the tip of her nose. Emma locks her hands around his neck and pulls him down so she can hug him.

“I love you, daddy,” she snickers, waiting for him to say it back.

“Me too,” J shortly replies, attempting to get out of it.

“No, daddy, you have to say it!” your daughter whines and it makes you so proud.

Good girl, you think. You’re the one that taught her to make J say the words because he needs to: a reminder never hurts.

“I did,” he cheats, trying to trick her.

“No, you have to saaaaay it,” she cups his face, waiting.

“You sound like your mom, you know that?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Fine, I love you too; are we done here?” J mumbles, kissing her one more time and letting go.

“Yes, daddy, we’re done,” she snatches her teddy bear from you and widely smiles when you wink at her, approving the strategy you worked on so hard. She’s not your kid for nothing.


J watches you change for bed and you glance at him, not being in the mood to talk anymore. He doesn’t say a word either so you just turn off the light and go on your side of the bed, knowing you will fall asleep soon because you are tired.

“Say, Kitten, are you going with me tomorrow? I need you for the heist,” he starts the conversation.

“Maybe,” you yawn, punching your pillow to make it more comfortable.

“You know, I really wanted to…”

You fakely snore, louder and louder, interrupting, hinting he should stop talking.

“Very funny, Baby Doll. You’re hilarious,” he mocks you, finding it hard to stay awake. “Do you still love me?” J sarcastically inquires and he distinguishes your fingers in the dim night light, showing just a small gap between the thumb and index. “That’s it?!”

“Yeap, already too much” your answer promptly comes and you get under the sheets, not wanting to continue the dialogue. “I’m exhausted.”

He wants to say something harsh but ends up babbling stuff to himself as you ignore his behavior.


“We’re going to the park and then for a drive. I’ll be back in time,” you little note on the kitchen table lets J know of your plans when he wakes up. He spends the day preparing for tonight, instructing his henchmen on what to do and gathering supplies for the robbery. Why aren’t you texting back? The Joker hates it when he sends you messages and you don’t respond right away.

A few more hours pass by, still nothing. And why didn’t you two return yet? You have to go with him tonight. Texting again for the 50th time, no reply… and again, and again. Couple more hours go by…it’s getting dark, no sign from you. Time passes by and nothing.

J starts to get impatient. It’s night time now and he has to cancel the plans. Everything is postponed. My God, he’s not thrilled about it but there is no trace of you so he forgets he is mad about his ruined scheme. He calls around to see if anybody saw you or heard from you. Nobody did.

Where are my girls? he wonders, reading the message from Frost that lets him know the henchmen didn’t find anything around town. The Joker sent them all out and about to search for you and he stayed behind at the penthouse, just in case you will return. What if someone took you? The thought makes him squirm on his chair. What if you just…left? That’s impossible, there is no way you would… …right?… What if you got caught? Would they take you to Arkham? The police station?…

1 in the morning and he is getting more and more restless and worried on your disappearance. It’s so unlike you to do such a thing, even if you fight you never leave him hanging: you always text him back or tell him your whereabouts.

Where are my girls?

He finally has the peace and quiet he was so adamant to request this morning, but dammit, the silence is deafening. This is what it feels like without you and Emma around? You are always around. J doesn’t like the quietness. At all. Or the weird ache in his chest again.

If nothing turns up in a few hours, he will look for you two himself with the whole crew, even hire more people. Swipe the city to every little corner until he finds something. Will he find anything? He has to, no other option.

The Joker needs his girls back.


“Ssstttt, be quiet, honey,” you tell Emma as you close the door behind you. You pick her up in your arms because she is very sleepy and fussy. You went to the park and then got out of Gotham for a drive. You really wanted to take her to the woods on the old deserted highway because it’s your favorite spot: you can see deers out there and so much wildlife she would have surely enjoyed. But your car broke down in the middle of nowhere and on top of everything  your phone died and you didn’t have the charger with you.

The entire day you tried to find the problem and fix it with no success. Then the night came and you couldn’t see well anymore and decided to wait until the morning. You were lucky another vehicle passed you by and the driver stopped to help. The guy had no idea who you were but it didn’t made you less alert and prepared to kill in case he turned out to be a psycho. Ha, that’s a good one. You actually softly laughed at the idea: a woman like you suspecting someone else of being a psycho.

But… he was actually able to start your car and you drove right back to Gotham.

3 in the morning- jeez, what a looong day!

You walk in the master bedroom and you see The Joker sleeping on your side so you have to go on his, carefully placing Emma in the middle and finally winding down.

“Daaaddyyyy…” she snuggles to his chest, half asleep, realizing he’s there.

He opens his eyes and gulps, crushing her in his arms while she winces, uncomfortable.

“I can’t breathe…” she complains, already dozing off and he loosens his embrace, reaching for you.

“Where…where were you????????” he whispers, concerned but striving to conceal how distressed he still is.

“The stupid car broke down”, you hum, keeping it down for your daughter, scooting over towards him as much as you can without squashing your kid,” and the phone died too. The whole thing was such an ordeal, really bad luck. I am beat. Did you go on the heist?”

“Yeah,” J lies. “Why, you think I wouldn’t go without you?” he hisses but you don’t even care. You are already snoozing, holding his hand on top of Emma.

“Didn’t you enjoy the day without us though?” you struggle to say in your sleep. “You didn’t want us around…”

“Yeah, it was great,” The Joker intertwines his fingers with yours, continuing even if you don’t really hear him anymore at this point. “ I had fun without you two.”

My girls are back, he thinks, finally at ease after being on the edge all day. And the weird ache in his chest makes him take a deep breath. It’s a strange type of pain he can never quite pinpoint.


mobierobie  asked:

Hi there! I'll be having an interview within the next couple weeks to be a Spanish-English interpreter. I am excited and am freaking out!! Can you make a vocabulary list of words to know for an interview? Thanks so much!!

I’ll list all the words I can think of that would be useful.

  • la entrevista = interview
  • la traducción = translation
  • traductor, traductora = translator
  • el/la intérprete = interpreter
  • el título = degree, diploma
  • el trabajo = job/work
  • el empleo = job, employment, position
  • el puesto = post, position
  • el cargo = job, post / someone with a higher-up position
  • el empleado, la empleada = employee
  • el jefe, la jefa = boss
  • el/la líder = leader [sometimes feminine is la lideresa]
  • el liderazgo = leadership 
  • el aprendizaje = learning, training / apprenticeship
  • la enseñanza = teaching, education
  • la escuela = school
  • el colegio = high school
    la escuela secundaria = high school / junior high / secondary school
  • la universidad = university/college
  • la educación = education [in some contexts it’s “manners” rather than “schooling”]
  • los estudios = schooling, studies
  • la instrucción = instruction, direction / training, education [sometimes used for “bootcamp”] 
  • el adiestramiento = instruction, preparation, training
  • el oficio = profession
  • el encargado, la encargada = the one in charge / “heading”, “responsible”
  • la responsabilidad = responsibility
  • el conocimiento = understanding
  • la sabiduría = knowledge
  • la comprensión = understanding, comprehension
  • la inteligencia = intelligence
  • la fluidez = fluency
  • la competencia = fluency (in a language), proficiency
  • el dominio (de un idioma/de una lengua) = mastery (of a language), command (of a language)
  • la aptitud = aptitude, ability
  • la capacidad = capacity
    capaz (de hacer algo) = capable (of doing something)
  • la eficacia = efficiency
    eficaz = efficient
  • la habilidad = ability, skill
  • la facilidad = ease, easiness
    la facilidad de palabra = a way with words, natural ability with speaking
  • el habla = speech, the ability to speak [technically feminine like el agua]
  • el oído = hearing, the ability to hear [also means “inner ear”]
  • el servicio = service
  • la ayuda = help
  • el apoyo = support
  • la currículum = resume / CV
  • la solicitud = application (for a job)
  • extranjero/a = foreign
    el idioma extranjero = foreign language
    la lengua extranjera = foreign language
    estudiar en el extranjero = to study abroad
  • el sueldo, el salario = salary
  • los ingresos = income
  • los impuestos = taxes
  • los beneficios = benefits (job)
  • el seguro = insurance
    el seguro médico = health insurance / medical
  • el fondo = fund
  • la jubilación = retirement
  • el/la colega = colleague
  • el socio, la socia = partner, associate [in friendly contexts it means “buddy” or “friend”]
  • la oficina = office
  • la compañía = company
  • la empresa = enterprise, firm
  • la agencia = agency
  • el estudio = studio [for some jobs like architecture it’s “a firm”]
  • el requisitio = requirement, requisite 
  • el trato = contract, deal
    trato hecho = done deal [in some contexts it’s asked as a question ¿trato hecho? like “do we have a deal?”, otherwise it’s acpetar el trato]

  • entrevistar = to interview
  • traducir = to translate
  • trasladar = to translate / to transfer, to copy, to move over
    trasladarse = to move, to relocate
    [it can be “to change jobs” or “to move to a different position”, or “to get from one place to another”, or “to relocate (for work)”]
    mudarse = to move (residency)
  • interpretar = to interpret 
  • licenciarse en algo = to get a diploma/degree in something
  • el campo (de estudio) = field (of study)
  • cumplir = to comply, to fulfill [may also be used in cumplir X años “to turn X years old”]
  • presentarse = to introduce oneself
    [introducir is “to introduce” in the sense of “to broach” or “to put into”, not used for meeting a person]
  • buscar = to look for
    buscar empleo/trabajo = to look for a job
  • entrenar el oído = to train your ear
    desarrolar el oído = to develop listening skills
    afinar/acostumbrar el oído = to train your ear
  • prestar atención = to pay attention
    prestar oído = to pay attention / to lend your ear
  • estar atento/a = to be attentive
  • entrenar = to train
  • adiestrar = to train, to instruct
  • guiar = to guide, to lead
  • arreglar = to fix
  • concentrarse = to concentrate
  • servir = to serve
  • pedir = to request
  • solicitar = to apply (for a job)
  • mejorar = to improve
  • actualizar = to update
  • escuchar = to listen, to hear
  • responder = to respond
  • contestar = to answer [a question or the phone]
  • archivar = to file, to put in an archive
  • jubilarse = to retire (from a job)
  • preparar = to prepare
    prepararse = to get ready
  • estar listo/a = to be ready
  • ser listo/a = to be smart
  • firmar = to sign
  • contratar = to hire
  • asegurar = to claim, to assure
  • preguntar = to question, to wonder
    preguntarse = to wonder
  • hacer una pregunta = to ask a question
  • tener que ver con (algo/alguien) = to have to do with (something/someone)
  • tratarse de (algo/alguien) = to have to do with (something/someone)
  • pertenecer(se) a = to pertain to
  • merecer(se) = to deserve
  • valer la pena = to be worth the trouble, to be worth the effort

If there are specific words or phrases you’d like to know, let me know.


Triple Coffee Cheesecake

Prep Time:180 Minutes 
Cook Time:60 Minutes
Difficulty Level:Medium


For Kahlua Cheesecake:10 chocolate graham crackers, about 1 ½ cups (130g) cookie crumbs

¼ cup (57g) melted butter

16 ounces (453g) cream cheese,

2 eggs

½ cup (100g)
white granulated sugar

¼ cup (62ml) sour cream

½ cup (113g) mascarpone cheese,

¼ cup (60ml) Kahlua, or strong espresso

1 tablespoon instant coffee

For Coffee Mousse:

1 cup (236ml) heavy cream

4 ounces (113g) mascapone cheese

½ cup (118ml) sweetened condensed milk

¼ cup (45g) chocolate chips, melted

¼ cup (60ml) espresso

2 to 3 tablespoons (45ml) Kahlua

2 teaspoons (6g) unflavored gelatin

For Coffee Whipped Cream:

8 ounces (226g) cream cheese

½ cup (88g) chocolate chips, melted

¼ cup (60ml) Kahlua

pinch of salt

2 cups (473ml) heavy cream


1) Prepare the Kahlua coffee cheesecake layer first. Wrap a 9-inch spring form with foil in preparation for a water-bath. Preheat oven to 325F.

2) Place chocolate graham crackers into a food processor and pulse into fine crumbs. Add the melted butter and pulse again until crumbs are well coated. Transfer the crumbs into spring form pan and press firmly into the bottom of the pan, creating an even and firm crust; set aside.

3) Place the softened cream cheese into a mixer bowl with a flat beater attached. Mix for 5 minutes, until cream cheese is light and creamy. Add the eggs, sugar, sour cream and softened mascaprone; beat again for a few minutes until mixture is smooth. Scrape down sides of mixing bowl periodically to ensure no clumps of cheese remain. Dissolve the instant coffee in the Kahlua liqueur, then pour into the cheesecake batter. Mix for a few more minutes.

4) Pour the cheesecake batter over the prepared chocolate crust. Transfer the cake onto a baking sheet and fill the pan with hot water. Bake in preheated oven for 1 hour and 5 to 15 minutes, just until the top is set. Once cheesecake is baked, remove from oven and allow it to cool for one hour before adding the next mousse layer.

5) Prepare the coffee mousse layer. Pour cold heavy cream into a mixer bowl and whisk until stiff peaks form; set aside. In a separate bowl, cream together the softened mascarpone, sweetened condensed milk and melted chocolate. In a measuring cup, combine the espresso, Kahlua and unflavored gelatin. Heat this mixture in the microwave for about 1 minute, or until the gelatin is completely dissolved; cool for 5 minutes.

6) Pour the gelatin mixture into the creamed mascarpone and stir until combined. Add the whipped cream and fold gently with a spatula until well-combined. Fold as gently as possible to keep the whipped cream airy. Pour the mousse over the cooled cheesecake and set into the refrigerator to set for 30 minutes up to 1 hour. The top of the mousse should start to firm up before adding the last layer.

7) For the coffee-chocolate whipped cream, place softened cream cheese, Kahlua, and a pinch of salt into mixer bowl. Whisk for a few minutes until creamy and smooth. Pour in the cold heavy cream and whisk until a thick and fluffy whipped cream forms.

8) Transfer the whipped cream into a pastry bag; I used tip #4FT - French star tip. Pipe the whipped cream in layers over the mousse. Alternatively, simply spoon the whipped cream onto the cake and smooth the top. Place the cake into the refrigerator and set overnight. To remove the cake from spring form, run a flat spatula along the edges to release the cake. Keep cake refrigerated until ready to serve.

Servings : 8-12
Course : Dessert

A Guide for Your Books of Shadows

• What is a Book of Shadows ?

Traditionally, all spells, formulas and rituals would be recorded in a Grimoire, which is now more commonly known as the Book of Shadows. Sometimes people will refer to it as either one, there’s no right or wrong name, it’s what you choose.

It’s a book of learning, sometimes these are passed down through generations with each adding to it as they learn and work. Sadly now it is uncommon and so you may need to make your own.

It is never too soon to make one. You’ll want a record of everything you’ve done, whether it worked or not. It is not a diary, rather something to record rituals, modifications, and any other workings or findings that need recording.

Some people choose to write in code, and a lot of old ones were done in runes, magical alphabets or pictures. Many people believe they should not be shared, unless you are passing on to someone or within your own coven. This may have come from fear of being tried or a want to keep what works within a few people.

• How would I record something ?

You’ll want as much information added as possible, after all if you’re going to pass it on to someone they won’t know all the details you did.

Sometimes you may draw a symbol and add notes. Other times you may record spells, formulas and rituals, therefore wanting more than a few words describing what you did. I have done a simple amulet before that took two pages of notes.

• So how would I record spells and formulas ?

You may not need or want all of these, you may have others you want to take note of, but this is a good start.

Type of spell or formula - this should state what the type of spell is (blessing, binding, protection etc). When developing formulas for lotions and potions you need to be clear of the exact purpose.

Date and time made - this gives a cross reference if you want to use planetary hours or magical days.

Reference - you’ll want to make your own system for this so you can find the pages easily again. You may choose to write SPELL largely so when you flick through it jumps out, you may want to colour dot the corners, have symbols to set it apart. This is up to you and how you would be able to find something perhaps years in the future.

Astrological phase - if you have an interest in astrology you may want to record where the planets are when you prepare.

Specific purpose - clearly state what this is for. It helps to focus and also leaves no one in any doubt of your intention should your book be shared or found. If there is more than one purpose record them all.

List of ingredients and supplies - having all the ingredients to hand within your space ensures that you won’t use the wrong thing, or need to leave your sacred space. Also if you want to repeat it you’ll be sure that nothing will change.

Specific location - some spells require a certain setting, you should note where you are when working.

Date, time and astrological phase when used - different to when setting up. Sometimes you would make a lotion at a certain phase of the moon, but want to use it on a different day. If casting a spell to take immediate effect, this would be the one to fill in. Also with spells you have not made yourself, you wouldn’t have a reference of when it was made, but you would have one of when to use. This is the most common one used in a BoS.

Results - record everything you feel are associated with your working, how successful you consider it, how it may be improved.

Deities invoked during preparation and/or used - if you call on any to aid you, here is where to record it. It will help you find who aids you best in which aspects.

Step by step instructions for preparation and/or use - list the order of ingredients, list words used, list when tools are used. Imagine you are writing the method for someone else, what would they do to follow the spell.

Additional notes - if anything seems strange, bizarre or noteworthy add it here. If you ever rework it you’ll know what to expect.

• So how would I record a ritual ?

Rituals are performed differently all over, you may find a need to record yours. Here’s a good start.

Type of ritual - there are many types, you’ll want to record if it is one of invocation, honouring, supplication (asking a favour) or gratitude.

Date and time made - it will help to be consistent with recording this, you may decide upon time (am or pm)/date/month/year. You may decide time/month/date/year. It depends on how you would normally keep track. Stick to what you know and use rather than switching to something new.

Moon phase and astrological correspondences - as you become more proficient you’ll wish to be more accurate and will want to draw in as much power as you can.

Weather - weather has an effect on mood and the way you would carry out your ritual. A ritual honouring Thor or Mars would have more energy in a thunderstorm for instance.

Physical health - your health is important in any working, after all your energy is being used as well.

Purpose of ritual - again, state very clearly and list all that apply.

Tools and other items required - you should list how tools were laid out and what you used. If your intuition tells you to use something make note of it so you can find out why.

Deities or energies invoked - you should start any ritual with a clear idea of the specific deities/energies required for success.

Approximate length of ritual - if you wish to repeat it in the future you’ll need a record of how long it took. Devoting less time may not give the same results if repeated. If you are calling on a God or Goddess you owe them the right time.

Results of ritual - record the results you felt from it, how you yourself felt and how any energy has changed.

Ritual composition - list the order of ingredients, list words used, list when tools are used. Imagine you are writing the method for someone else, what would they do to follow the ritual.

Additional notes - note down anything else you feel is noteworthy, how you might improve it, strange feelings or occurrences, any specific thoughts and ideas that might come to you.

• What else would I add in ?

Anything you may find helpful. Lists of herbs and their uses, you may want to draw the herbs. Any crystals, stones, candles, symbols and their respective meanings and uses. Start with what you work best with and add if needed.

☆☆Thank you for reading, I hope this was of use☆☆

yellowfeather84  asked:

Shifted ficlet prompt: can we please have some Claire and Murtagh fluff. Maybe Claire helping Murtagh as he's getting older. Discussing their shared concern about Jamie or the bairns. Or even reminiscing about Paris and Murtagh escorting Claire to l'hopital everyday. Their relationship in the show is so close and caring that it would be wonderful to see more of that during happier times.

For the next few weeks I’ll be writing one-shots in the Shifted universe, filling in the blanks that we don’t see in the main story, before we resume the main action with Part 7 - The Visitor.

If there is a particular scene you’d like to see, send me an ask and I’ll see what I can do!

In Shifted, the premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…

Interlude – The Injury

Lallybroch, Autumn 1756

Murtagh hissed as Claire splashed the wound with raw whisky, muttering several very filthy words in the *Gaidhlig*.

Three-year-old William Fraser gasped from the doorway of Claire’s surgery.

“Out!” Claire ordered, head still bent over the deep gash that had sliced the top of Murtagh’s hairy foot nearly to the bone, drawing the lantern a bit closer over the smooth wood of the table Jamie had made her.

“Ye heard yer Mam! Out!” Murtagh echoed weakly, gripping the sides of his chair, bobbing his uninjured leg up and down.

Jenny appeared in the doorway and softly swept William away to the kitchen.

Claire rose from her crouch and quickly crossed the room, taking her tray of needles and the earthenware jar of sutures – the long, delicate strands of catgut Murtagh himself had helped Jamie prepare (based on Claire’s instructions) not so long ago – from the cabinet Brian had made Ellen when Jamie and Jenny were small. As stubborn as the Fraser who had made it, the cabinet had seen many uses over the years – from Ellen’s dishes, to Jenny’s linens, and now Claire’s medicines.

“It’s a miracle you didn’t slice your bloody foot off.” Claire’s voice was even, methodical. From years of practice, Murtagh knew better than to crack a joke when she was like this. “Weren’t you watching what you were doing? And hasn’t it *ever* occurred to you that we’ve already got a number of able-bodied men on the estate who should be doing that kind of work? I daresay your reflexes aren’t as keen as they used to be – ”

“What will ye have me do, then? No’ help Jamie wi’ the harvest?” Murtagh shifted uncomfortably in his chair – keeping his injured foot steady – and glared at the chignon pinned at the back of Claire’s neck, watching her carefully thread the needle. “Ye ken that Ian canna do it. Young Jamie is still too small to do much in the fields. Fergus can help, aye, and so can Rabbie MacNab – but it’s no’ enough.”

“You can stay here in the house – God knows there are enough children running around to keep you busy.”

“So ye want me to be a *nursemaid* then? Hmm?” Were he able, he would have pounded a table in frustration. “Is that all I am, now? Is it no’ enough that my clan and plaid have all been taken away from me? I must give away my *manhood* as well?”

Claire carefully brought the fully prepared tray to her work table and set it down beside the lamp.

“You *know* that’s not what I mean.”

He felt her gaze burning on him – and defiantly matched it.

“What, then? I am getting auld, yes. But must ye remind me, Claire?”

“I want you to take care of yourself.” She paused, pursing her lips. “You – you can’t just do anything anymore. You *must* be more thoughtful. I’m not saying you don’t think – of course you do. But I certainly *don’t* want happening to you what befalls most men your age. Or what happened to Brian.”

Murtagh physically recoiled. “That was due to shock – ”

“Of course it was – but he *had* to have had an underlying condition. Farming is hard. I’ve come to appreciate that so, so much since I came to Lallybroch. And of *course* accidents happen.”

Now she turned to retrieve a needle, the suture trailing behind like a long, shiny trail of dew. Then took the lantern in her other hand, set it on the floor beside Murtagh’s foot, and knelt before him.

“I can’t lose you,” she said finally. “You’re the only father I’ve ever known. And if I have to keep you bloody locked up in this house to keep you safe from yourself, then damn it that’s what I’ll do. You’re too important to me – and to Jamie – and to the children – and to Jenny and Ian and bloody everyone else in this house.”

She splashed more raw whisky on his foot. This time he didn’t – couldn’t – flinch.

“This gash is just an inch from your anterior tibial artery. Had that artery been severed, you would have lost an incredible amount of blood. And I wouldn’t be patching you up – I’d be amputating your foot. And where would that leave you?”

As gently as she could, she inserted the needle and made her first suture.

“I – suppose – wi’out a leg – to stand on,” he hissed.

Claire lay her left hand on the back of his ankle, bracing the foot to help with the stitches. Her face was still turned away from him – but he watched her shoulders shake in a silent laugh.

“Ye ken I’d never purposely put myself in harm’s way. I *do* always have ye and yer wee family on my mind.”

Claire pulled another suture through the two sides of the wound. “I know that. And I appreciate that. I should tell you more.”

“No need, lass. I ken it, and ye ken it, and yer husband kens it. That’s all that matters.”

She worked in silence then, pausing to collect the other suture she had prepared – but not before pouring the rest of her raw whisky in a beaker and handing it to her patient.

“Here – this should take the edge off.”

Murtagh sniffed the glass, then inhaled deeply. “Aye. It’s better than when we first made it – but it’s still enough to knock ye flat on yer back if ye’re no’ careful.”

Claire pressed the sides of the wound closer together. “So, will you be a bit more careful from now on? For me?”

He took a swig, exhaled, and then belched.

“Aye. Ye ken I’d do anything for ye, Claire.”

She nodded absently.

“Hey.” Now he nudged her side with the toe of his good foot. “That’s no’ the drink talking. That’s crabby old *me* talking. Aye?”

“Aye,” she echoed. “You’ve proved that often enough.”

Two more minutes, and then it was all done.

And Murtagh’s whisky was all gone. He handed the empty glass to Claire with a smile so wide that it reminded Claire of the Cheshire Cat illustrations in the book Uncle Lamb had given her for Christmas one year.

“Ye do mind me of Ellen, now and again.” He tilted his head, studying her as if with new eyes. “Foul mouth. Kind heart. Staggering to look at. And a heart so beautifully full of love that she doesna ken what to do wi’ it all.”

Claire flushed. They hadn’t spoken of Ellen since that night in the cave on the beach – a lifetime ago.

“So why would I no’ pledge myself to yer service? Why would I no’ heed every word ye say, Claire?”

Clearly he was waiting for an answer. All she could do was lay a gentle hand on his shoulder and kiss his sweaty brow.

“I’ll be right back, all right? Let’s get you settled in to bed upstairs. You’ll feel much better in the morning.”

And when she returned with Jamie, who helped his godfather stand up and offered his shoulders for support to walk out of the room and up the stairs, Murtagh blessed Claire with another beatific smile.

“More whisky?”

“Now?” Jamie’s brows rose skeptically. “Ye smell like the still house – God kens why Claire thought *that* was a good way to fix yer foot.”

“First bed. Then we can talk about more whisky.”

Then Murtagh FitzGibbons Fraser blew her a kiss, and for once in her life Claire Beauchamp Fraser was at a total loss for words.

Soba Buddha Bowls (vegan)

A super easy vegan dish that I’ve been loving lately! Something about laying out a “Buddha bowl” is so therapeutic. This is also pretty cost efficient, since Soba is fairly cheap. You could also swap our some of these veggies for frozen edamame or canned chick peas to make it extra efficient for your budget.

- Soba (the T&T brand one comes divided as four servings. I made two servings, one for me and one for Momo)
- Veggies of your choice! I used Diced cucumber, halved cherry tomatoes, chopped green onion, sliced bell pepper, and torn kale massaged with sesame oil and a sprinkle of salt. 
- Per serving: 1 tbsp rice vinegar, 1 tsp sesame oil, salt and pepper to taste
- Extra sauce: 2 tbsp sesame oil, 3 tbsp rice vinegar, 3 tbsp soy sauce

1) Prepare the soba as instructed on the packaging. Drain and since well with cold water. Transfer into a large bowl (if making more than one serving) and drizzle with 1 tbsp rice vinegar and 1 tsp sesame oil (per serving). Sprinkle a pinch of salt and pepper. Use tongs or your hands to toss the noodles.
2) Prepare all your veggies and set aside.
3) To prepare the Buddha bowls: Add your noodles to the centre, and arrange your veggies around. You can get creative with this!
4) I liked to prepare an extra sauce to drizzle on top as a dressing. In a squeeze bottle, I just combined 2 tbsp sesame oil, 3 tsp rice vinegar, and 3 tbsp soy sauce. I gave it a good shake, and just brought the squeeze bottle to the table with the Buddha bowls. That way everyone can use as much or as little dressing as they want.

*slides in a teaser all stealth-like*

“Before we adjourn our meeting, Inquisitor, how would you prefer to exact your influence?” asked Josephine, drawing ink into her quill in preparation for instruction.

Evelia glanced around her party, the demeanor of the room rife with anticipation of her next order.

“Uhhh—” she said, poking at a marker on the table.

“We have acquired several additional experts from our most recent mission,” said Cassandra, shifting her weight and casting a glance to the brooding Commander farthest from the other advisors. She watched as his large, leather-clad hands flexed against the thick wood of the war table—agitation rolling from the peak of his rumbled brow all the way through the extremities of his body—nearly vibrating the table at the end where his hands were braced.

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I think I discovered a hack for executive dysfunction. Totally anecdotal evidence but might be worth a shot.

When you go to bed and you are calm enough to think, think about all the things you want to do tomorrow. Make an effort to break them down into steps. Visualize going through those steps one by one. The more detailed, the better. Try to do this as close to the time you fall asleep as possible. Think about what you will do once you finish all your tasks too. Think about achieving everything. Imagine that the task has already been done.

Next morning when you wake up, it is just a tiny bit possible that you will be able to do everything you planned on autopilot like people without executive dysfunction can. You might still need to narrate it in your mind but it can make it easier. I think the trick is that you prepare the instructions beforehand and then when you move to doing the task it doesn’t overwhelm you as much because it feels like you’ve already done it.

Also reblog and share your executive dysfunction life hacks!

Toasted bagel with dill cream cheese & avocado
Author: Sara @ Don’t Feed After Midnight     
Serves: 2 bagels


  • 2 plain or sesame seed bagels
  • 2 tbsp of cream cheese
  • 1 tbsp chopped fresh dill
  • 1 medium ripe avocado, sliced
  • Salt and pepper to taste


  1. Prepare the dill cream cheese by mixing the two ingredients in a small bowl and seasoning with freshly ground black pepper.
  2. Toast the bagels then spread the cream cheese on the bottom halves and top with the avocado slices. Season with a pinch of sea salt and more black pepper, top with the remaining halves and enjoy right away!
my only love sprung from my only hate | jeon wonwoo headcanon

pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader

genre: romeo and juliet be bringin people together - fluff, humour if you squint

synopsis: wonwoo is a realist and you are a romanticist.

a/n: guys, i’m taking svt headcanon requests ONLY so send those in please!!

Originally posted by visual-17

  • shakespeare club, a new club introduced at your senior high
  • the first meeting is in the library during lunch and the leader was not bothered to do anything with y’all and was like “just write whatever comes to mind about the themes in romeo and juliet bc that is our topic next meeting”
  • amongst your friends, you’re an idealist - a romanticist so you begin to jot down notes
  • enter wonwoo who looks so damn bored and the members immediately welcome him in then the captain was like “that’s y/n, they’re gonna tell you what to do”
  • you’re flustered bc HECK, wonwoo is attractive inside and out - the fact that ya were both into this particular thing interested so you prepare yourself as you instruct him
  • you and wonwoo are silent, writing notes down until you guys are dismissed to which you say bye to him and he smiles softly and your heart is beating so fast reader, like calm yo crap man
  • the next day is another meeting but it’s after school and you guys sit down waiting for the leader to start and they ask “what themes did you guys write about yesterday?”
  • straight up, a girl says what she wrote down “love is about sacrifice, romeo and juliet portrayed that beautifully”
  • you smile at that bc it was true, that’s what love was but you look up to see wonwoo shaking his head and sighing deeply in what seemed to be annoyance??
  • and you like you raise your eyebrows at him to which he responds with a nonchalant shrug
  • “they’re stupid, they knew the consequences of them being together but they still went along with it. love my ass” another girl states
  • “she’s right, they were doomed from the start but their lust overtook them. horny teenagers and all that” a boy agrees
  • the response elicits a chuckle from others aHEM wonwoo which was adorable but the fact that he agrees kinda angers you - doesn’t he see the motif of the story??
  • that stirs up something in you and you raise your voice above the rest “the love between the two is a classic - they would do anything to be together and their language plus behaviour reflects that”
  • murmurs of agreement follow your statement and you observe closely that the group is divided into two sides 
  • the two sides were with you on the left and the rest to the right,,and wonwoo is there looking at you intently, an eyebrow raised then opens his mouth
  • “their love was poisonous, doomed from the start. two worlds; real and unreal, their love did not survive because it wasn’t real in both. their love is never allowed to exist in the real world, with feuding families, therefore it wouldn’t work from the beginning.
  • the comment caused you and the others to be jaw-dropped because of his intelligence and how articulate he was - and you were hooked rip reader
  • nonetheless, wonwoo may be cute as hell with his victorious smile but his argument urged you to say more - the passion+tension rolled off in strong waves from the both of you that the rest were silent
  • “this love was poisonous? may i remind you, wonwoo, that this love conquered the toxic hatred between two families, which made reconciliation between them possible.”
  • wonwoo scoffs but mentally, he likes that you’re not afraid to voice out your opinion, how your zeal for this debate - writing and reading for that matter was evident
  • he found you captivating,,, UM WONWOO YOU GOTTA CLAP BACK BOI
  • he smirks and is pleased when you turn a lovely shade of pink but you roll your eyes and force yourself to snaP OUT OF IT, stay strong dude
  • the silence was excruciating but then wonwoo’s deep voice rings out “let’s split up, blind romanticists with y/n and the smart realists with me, how about that?”
  • you is SHOOK ma dude that someone had to hold you back from sayin something like mate, you gotta keep your cool
  • and you were like to yourself how TF am i supposed to keep cool when he jus called me a blind romanticist and DID HE JUS wink at me at the same damn time as he leaves the room huh??!
  • you sigh in frustration bc 1. your cheeks are so hot, someone could get burned, 2. jeon wonwoo is annoyingly cute and persistent and 3. you were sHOOK to the next level and so were the people with you apparently
  • wonwoo smiles to himself smugly at the flustered look on your face after he said that, his thoughts are interrupted however when minghao quotes the play but he changed the wording “for i never saw beauty til this meeting”
  • and wonwoo was like “what are you saying?” then minghao just smiles suggestively “ironic how you and y/n are on opposite sides but i can see you falling, just stating facts man” cue the boy looking away only to make brief eye contact with you from the other room and he grins with tiniest hint of mischievousness present
  • meanwhile you caught that pretty grin and you couldn’t help but smile back as you look away to see the others lookin at you like 👀
  • then you were like “is there something you guys want to say?” and mingyu went “love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs bc daaamn, the tension is still present and HOT in here” and you were like SHUT UP MAN OMG
  • looks like the other members figured out what will happen between their group’s version of romeo and juliet
The Best Vegan Mac and Cheese (v/gf/nut-free/soy-free)

That’s right - a vegan, gluten-free, nut-free, soy-free mac and cheese that is the absolute best that I’ve ever had. I made this for Christmas Eve, and my whole extended, non-vegan family loved it. This is a biiiiiig batch that makes about 2 party sized trays, so definitely half this recipe if you are making it for a dinner-casserole size. I was going to do this recipe again in a smaller batch and post it another time, but I just had to share it with you all. I hope you really give it a try! I’ve done mac and cheese in the past with a roux and daiya, and I’ve seen it before done with potatoes, carrots, and cashews… So I thought I would combine the roux method and with potatoes and carrots to make this incredibly creamy, deceptively vegan, mac and cheese. Next time I do this, I’m going to find a way to not use onion powder and garlic to make it fodmap-friendly. 

Remember, this makes two large casseroles - cut this recipe in half if you are making it for an average dinner

- 1 900g bag of macaroni (use gf if needed)
- 4 tbsp olive oil
- 4 tbsp All-Purpose flour (use gf if needed)
- 1 946ml box of original rice milk (or use any unsweetened plant-based milk)
- 1 cup of diced carrots (boiled til soft)
- 2 ½ cups of diced white or yellow potatoes (peeled, and boiled til soft)
- 2 cloves finely minced garlic
- ½ tbsp onion powder
- 1 cup nutritional yeast
- salt and pepper to taste (maybe ½ tbsp each)
- bread crumbs and vegan cheese shreds for baking (optional)

1) Prepare your noodles according to the package instructions, set aside until needed
2) In a large sauce pan on medium heat, add oil and flour and whisk until smooth. Add half of your rice milk. Increase heat to medium high and continue to whisk until smooth. Add the garlic, and remove from heat.
3) In a food processor or blender, blend the carrots and potatoes with some rice milk until smooth. You don’t have to be too precise with the rice milk because it will all end up going in the sauce.
4) Put add the blended veggies into the sauce pan, and return to medium heat. Add salt, pepper, onion powder and nutritional yeast. Also add any remaining rice milk. Continue cooking until fully warm. If it is looking too thick, you can add about ¼-½ cup of water to thin. At this point, you can add in your noodles and mix. Serve warm.
5) If you wish to bake your mac and cheese, add the pasta to a lightly greased casserole dish, sprinkle with bread crumbs and vegan cheese (if using), and bake at 400 degrees for about 20 minutes, until the edges are brown and the bread crumbs are toasted. 
6) ENJOY!!

anonymous asked:

Surely if Robert won so much betting on the Jaime vs Loras joust, Varys should be aware that Littlefinger is lying when he says the winner was Tyrion. Can you explain why Varys didn't contradict him? Littlefinger pointing Cat and Ned at Tyrion only hastens a war Varys is trying to delay.

Varys was definitely aware, and at that point, tension between Lannisters and Starks suited him fine. That conflict suits him as much as it does Littlefinger; it’s only the timetabling that’s a problem.

Consider. If Varys lets the Starks know that Littlefinger’s the source of their problems, Littlefinger’s easily removed. Robert would, at most, be mildly irritated should Ned kill Littlefinger outright, and for Ned, he could likely be persuaded to try Littlefinger publicly. In the meantime, that’s the mystery of who tried to assassinate Bran solved, and from there it’d probably come out who killed Jon Arryn. The Starks and Lannisters aren’t going to be all buddy-buddy after this, of course they aren’t, but the deadly serious investigation into Lannister misdeeds gets sidetracked. 

The issue of Cersei and Jaime’s affair doesn’t go away, and nor do the other people who know about it, but instead of things moving too fast, they’re moving too slowly, with far too much time for his opponents to coordinate safely. Ned could track down Stannis in that time, or Renly make his move with Margaery, or both. Either scenario cuts the War of Five Kings off at the knees - and preserves an alliance to counter any Dothraki invasion without the need for Aegon to swoop in and save Westeros.

By contrast, if Varys holds his tongue and lets Littlefinger’s lie go unchallenged in the moment, he can be sure the Starks will go after the Lannisters with everything they have, on grounds he knows can be disproved (dragging out the conflict and instability - Tywin Lannister wouldn’t take kindly to someone falsely accusing a Lannister before the king). Ned’s instructions to Catelyn, when he’s caught up with this, are for Catelyn to go North and prepare for war. That instruction is pretty much an ideal scenario for Varys, giving him months, a year, before fighting breaks out to weaken the establishment. The Starks and Lannisters are going to be distracted, everyone else has to rush their plans.

He also keeps something to hold over Littlefinger. Should he ever need to, for whatever reason, he can now go to Ned and say “I just found out, Littlefinger’s been lying to you!”, which would be disastrous for Littlefinger and induce the Starks to trust Varys more.

Then Catelyn arrests Tyrion and Varys’ timeline is shot to hell. That escalation, far quicker than anyone had anticipated, sends everyone scrambling and makes a lot of old plans impossible in their original form.