pumpkin-rolls

i saw a can of pumpkin spice cinnamon rolls at the store and it had a thing on the side like “make monkey bread” and i was like FUCK YEAH imma get this and throw it in a bundt pan and have easy as hell monkey bread BUT THEN i looked up the fucking instructions on the website and it’s like “3 cans of cinnamon rolls and a bag of caramels and some walnuts and butter and etc etc” and i am like BITCH i did not buy a can of fucking cinnamon rolls because i wanted to cook. this is some sandra lee levels of overcomplicating shit. i don’t need this. you think i’m going out and buying two more cans of actually-just-biscuits-with-delusions-of-grandeur for this? because i am. i bought a fucking bundt pan, i’ve committed. i don’t give a fuck about the sunk cost fallacy. i don’t care if there’s nothing stopping me from just making some fucking limited edition fall cinnamon rolls. this absurd monkey bread train has left the station. this is happening goddammit.

weak || stiles stilinski

summary: reader feels weak and useless around the pack
pairing: younger!reader x stiles stilinski
word count: 950 (sorry it’s kinda short)
notes: this was originally requested by someone on my deleted account (i’m so sorry i forgot who it was!) and it’s been like 2 months since this was requested i’m such a bad person 
listen to: weak - wet


“How’s my little pumpkin doing?” Stiles greeted you at his locker with open arms and a wide smile.

“You’re pumpkin is tired. Very.” Rolling your eyes with a smile, you accepted his embrace, rubbing your head on his soft sweater, as you took in his scent of a fresh summer night’s air, leather, and mojito mint. “And I’m not little, I’m almost as tall as you.” You pouted into his chest.

“Yeah, sure you are, I’m 6′1 and you’re… what, 5′5?” He laughed as he placed his chin on top of your head.

“Whatever…” Clearly annoyed, you shrugged yourself out of his hold and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Scott and Kira.

“Dude, you better not forget about tonight.” Scott looked at Stiles with knowing eyes.

“Wha- Scott. Obviously I won’t.”

“Wait, what’s tonight?” Interrupting their conversation, you looked up at all three of them with eager eyes.

“Uh? What’s tonight? N-nothing’s tonight…? (Y/N), what are you talking about.” Stiles exchanged nervous glances with Scott and Kira.

“Stiles, Scott literally just told you to not forget about tonight. Is there something you guys aren’t telling me?” You started to get suspicious. And annoyed. And slightly mad. Stiles just started senior year, and you?

Well, you just started sophomore year. The two year gap between you didn’t seem to bother Stiles, but it definitely bothered you. A lot more than anyone could know.

Whenever the pack would “playfully” tease you about your age difference, you laughed and pretended to take it lightly. But you could feel it deep in your chest. You feel weird; awkward, to be 16 years old and dating someone who’s 18. It just didn’t feel right. Of course, you never really took any of those feelings to heart, because you just loved Stiles too damn much. You cared for him and cherished him like no one has ever before, and knowing how much it would hurt him to see how you really felt about being teased, you kept your emotions hidden.

“Well, I mean, I, uh-” Stiles rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“We’re really sorry (Y/N), it’s just that, you’re, uh, you’re not… wait, let me phrase that differently. We’re going to find the Dread Doctors’ lair and we really don’t want anyone getting hurt. Especially you.” Kira smiled softly and placed her hands on your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. You sighed unhappily, and rubbed your jaw with your hand.

“What is it, am I- am I too weak? I’m apparently so much younger than you guys, that I can’t even take care of myself. I’m just a pathetic teenage girl who doesn’t know anything about the supernatural and I’m just going to slow you down, is that it?!” you voice rose with every speaking word and Kira flinched.

“What? No, it’s not-”

“Ugh!!“ You yelled out, frustratedly gripping your hair. Stiles, Scott, and Kira were taken aback, and everyone else walking in the halls stopped what they were doing and looked at you weirdly. Letting out a deep breath, you rubbed your hands over your face and ran to the parking lot, where Stiles’ jeep would be, a pool of tears piling up on your cheeks.

“(Y/N)!” Stiles ran after you, and you deeply wished that you lived closer to the school so he didn’t have to drive you here everyday.

Stopping at his car, you faced the window and looked inside it. On the jeep’s dash, you saw a picture Stiles took of you when you both went star-gazing with Malia and Lydia. A shaky sigh left your lips as you wiped away your tears with your sleeves.

“(Y/N), what’s the matter with you?” Stiles turned you around by your wrist and placed his hands on either side of your face.

Knowing that you would ball your eyes out if you started talking, you bit the inside of your cheek and just frantically shook your head.

“(Y/N), no, no, no, don’t cry, please don’t cry; if you cry then I’m gonna cry, (Y/N)…” Stiles leaned forward and rubbed his nose affectionately with yours. Finally plucking up the courage, you began talking.

“Stiles, i-it’s just that I feel so weak sometimes. When you guys all start making fun of me ‘cause of my age, or holding me back from trying to help; I just hate that feeling, Stiles. I hate it so much. I want to be useful, I want to do something to help. I’m not a werewolf or kitsune or banshee; I’m human. I can’t do any of the things they can, o-or even fight for myself. It’s like I constantly feel like someone’s protecting me, and I feel grateful for that, I honestly do, but sometimes I just want to be able to do something on my own, you know? Stiles, I’m sorry–“

You were cut off as Stiles grabbed you by your shoulders and engulfed you in a giant embrace. A sudden wave of tranquility washed away the anxiety and pain, and you were left a molten mess in his arms.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Stiles’ voice cracked, as a stray tear slipped loose from your eyes.

“Because.”

“Because what, (Y/N)?”

Pulling out of his embrace, you wiped the tears off his face with your sleeve, and prepared to say what you’ve been meaning to say for the longest time. You took in a deep breath and opened your mouth.

“Because I love you.”

Soft Pumpkin Dinner Rolls

I had some leftover pumpkin puree after making pumpkin spice muffins, and I remembered seeing some recipes online for pumpkin rolls. Not the rolled-up cake with cream in the middle, but actual dinner rolls. Inspired, I pulled out this simple recipe for soft dinner rolls and made a few alterations. (Okay, barely any.) Though I was a little nervous while baking, I’m so glad I tried this because these rolls are fantastically soft, ever-so-slightly sweet, beautifully golden, and melt-in-your-mouth good.

Ingredients:

  • 1 ¾ cup bread flour
  • ¼ cup cake flour
  • 2 tsp instant yeast
  • 3 tbsp milk powder
  • 2 tbsp + 2 tsp sugar
  • ½ tsp salt
  • 80 mg milk (lukewarm)
  • ½ cup pumpkin puree
  • 4 tbsp butter (room temp, cut into small pieces)
  • 1 egg (for egg wash)

Directions:

  • Mix all of the ingredients except for the butter in the bowl of an electric stand mixer using the dough hook. Once the ingredients come together, mix in the butter, 1 tbsp at a time.
  • Continue kneading until the dough passes the windowpane test. (Break off a small piece of dough and stretch it. If it can stretch thin enough for you to be able to see through it, it’s done.)
  • Shape the dough into a ball and place in a greased bowl. Cover with plastic wrap and let rise until doubled in size (about 1 hour).
  • Punch dough down and divide into 8 pieces. Let the dough rest for about 15 minutes. Shape each piece into a ball and place in a buttered baking pan (I used a cake pan).
  • Cover loosely and let rise until doubled, about another hour.
  • Preheat the oven to 335F.
  • Brush the tops of the dough with the egg wash and bake for about 20-25 minutes. Remove from the oven and let the bread sit in the pan for 2-3 minutes, then transfer to a cooling rack. For extra deliciousness, run a stick of butter over the tops of the still-hot buns.

If you’re not eating these rolls right away, cover them tightly and just pop them in the microwave for a few seconds before inhaling eating.

Classic Pixelberry Fandom Wank (HSS and HWU Edition)

since Hollywood U is ending and its making me reflect on my time in the pb fandom during its peak and honestly some of the most memorable parts…. was all the ridiculous shit. but a lot is just some lighthearted things that i enjoyed! but anyways i made a list - enjoy.

  • MCxHunt discourse
  • MCxMax discourse
  • MCxChris discourse
  • Mia is a Lesbian/Bisexual/Straight/whatever discourse
  • Autumn is whiny and the worst character in the game
  • “Where’s Ezra?”
  • Wes is creepy and shady
  • Lea Michele update
  • people literally writing entire thesis papers about them leaving the fandom because of said update
  • Monster High halloween update
  • Beckett is a smol soft cinnamon roll pumpkin flower star prince uwu 
  • Ellie Is A Fucking Furry
  • Logan is a discount Wes
  • BUN WES
  • “:) shane isnt gay honey stop going by stereotypes”
  • Edward and the 10 hour livestream (Cautumn 5evr)
  • “Hunt cant be trans because he kept calling Crash spencer :/”
  • PriyaxHunt discourse
  • okay literally Hunt x 1000 of his ex girlfriends discourse
  • Ezra’s sister Ezra (literally my favorite pb fandom meme hands down)
  • Autumn and the ducks meme (which y’all ran into the fucking ground)
  • WesxAutumn discourse
  • Lena
  • the anonymous confession blogs
  • Ace
  • Kara’s redemption arc
  • Jack Carver
  • ppl making twitters for their MCs
  • Chris’ ex wife
  • those fanfics about sucking Hunt’s dick under the desk
  • MCxHunt + 50 Shades of Grey (god)
  • Kip
  • the silver circle bullshit
  • Richard Sheridan
  • Officer Mohsenin is daddy uwu
  • being poor af in hwu and not having enough to buy plots of land which was a requirement for like every level
  • Bianca and Lance (FREE LANCE 2K17)
  • both games only having like… 2.5 outfits for guys
  • Bianca pregnant with Hunt’s baby
  • Brian Ratzik
  • the Hunt RP blogs
  • people sexually harassing the Hunt RP blogs for some reason and just generally being creepy and gross
  • College Town
  • The Vampire OC Takeover of October 2015
  • Val
  • people headcanoning all the asian characters to be related to each other for some reason?
  • the atlas effect
  • Are you… Gay?

and last but definitely not least

  • fresh hell
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I’m making this for Thanksgiving with my non vegan family. I hope they like it!!!

Dramione - ‘Beautiful Things’

for @thestarfishdancer

Beautiful Things - Emm Gryner


“Draco…if you’re going to groan and grouse, you can leave,” Hermione said bluntly, tilting her head and maintaining eye contact with him.  As if she were daring him to counter.  

He was a bright fellow, there was no denying that.  And handsome as he possibly could be.  Excellent snogging partner.  Equally excellent at other things.  But as a N.E.W.T study partner, he was decidedly lacking.    

“Bloody well tell me to leave, then!” He reached for his book and parchments, slamming everything around needlessly.  “Because you know damn well I won’t stop groaning and grousing, Granger.”  

“Did you miss your nap today, Malfoy?” she asked, neither missing a beat nor flinching at his behavior.  

“Oh, so it’s Malfoy again?”  

“If it’s Granger again, it’s Malfoy.”  

“Hermione…” he hissed.  “My darling, my light, my pumpkin pasty…”  

She rolled her eyes.  “Let’s go back to ‘Granger’.”  

FIC RECleave it to the breeze, 80k.

“Oh, I am excited for this,” says Paul as he picks up a knife, and through the V of his unbuttoned shirt, Harry’s chest rises and falls in a rhythm so rapid it looks dangerous. “We’ve never had home-preserved pumpkin on the show before. That’s impressive.” 


Harry dimples, teeth still sunk into his lip and smiling prettily, but all Louis can hear is pumpkin. Harry made a pumpkin Swiss roll. In March.

As he watches Paul and Mary dig in, Louis wants, suddenly, to have a taste of his own. He always puts a bit of himself into his bakes, an essence of hard work and concentration and just a little pinch of flair, and he wants to know, quite desperately, what Harry’s flavour is. How he’s managed to get his swirl perfectly even and his filling stiff when he seems barely in control of his hands.

{Or a Great British Bake Off AU in which Louis cares about winning and winning only, Harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and Niall sticks his nose into other people’s business. Also featuring Liam as Louis’s best friend-slash-concerned mother, and Zayn as a macaron connoisseur.}

Mean Queens Ch.6 (Group Fic) - NymphCAMP

Nymph’s A/N: Thank you to anyone who has ever sent feedback etc, we love you, this long, long chapter is for you. Don’t forget to click the links for some extra fun surprises, courtesy of the best employee ever, purewank<3

PureCAMP’s A/N: You’re all the best people ever, every bit of my love goes out to you, enjoy this bitch of a long chapter!! And remember, there’s some fun snaps to look at along the way<3 Purecamp OUT

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Fall Mornings and a Cup of Mint Tea - Fred Weasley

Prompt: Fred Weasley is madly in love with the Hufflepuff girl sitting all alone at The Three Broomsticks and out a rush of pure adrenaline, he decides to make a move on these feelings. 

Words: 4,668

Warnings: None, unedited


Through the mist of the fall morning the scarlet leaves are little more than a red haze. Y/n could not tell if the sky was blanketed with the grey clouds of yesterday, but regardless her almost defunct sunshine yellow umbrella is tucked firmly under her arm, squeezed against the duffle coat she’s worn for the past three years. Lost in a reverie of her own, Y/n thought back to the many Autumns she spent back in London and all the joy she basked in around the season. There was a time when this seasonal cycle meant shopping for new fashions, her mother lived for the new fall line, Halloween costumes and the never ending supply of Halloween treats and goodies that were loaded to the brim with extra sugar and caramel.

Y/n look out the window of her dorm room and admired the crisp copper leaves falling off the trees that sway gently in the Autumn wind. The clouds overlap each other, making the sky a gloomy gray. The sweet scent of cinnamon apple candles burning wafted her senses in full bloom. She contemplated warming her hands up by the fire,whipping up a fresh pot of her grandmother’s famous family owned peppermint hot chocolate and spending her free Saturday in the Commons Room relaxing.

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The Signs as Things People at My School Have Said

Aries: “I had a dream last night about a pig walking around a potato. Nothing interesting happened it was just a pig, walking around a potato”

Taurus: “Ah yes, the Paleo diet. We have everything except carbs, if you eat carbs hahahaha you’re a fucking fatass ”

Gemini: (Guy drops purple marker) “ROGER NOOOOO!”

Cancer: “I’m so energetic! I just want to punch a bear in the face!”

Leo: “BOW DOWN PEASANTS IT IS I, DRACO MALFOY”

Virgo: “On a scale of one to Jim Parsons how gay does this look on me, I’m going with Tyler Oakley”

Libra: “Who’s James Madison, is he an actor?”

Scorpio: “Roses are black, violets are black, everything is black, fuck you”

Sagittarius: “I Thought Argentina was a State”

Capricorn: “This is a heckin’ good birthday card"

Aquarius: “Everyone has an inner sassy black woman”

Pisces: “He’s my lil munchkin cinnamon roll pumpkin spice patty cake”

winter break; dylric. part one of many.

for the past few weeks, i’ve been working on this concept with my really good friend @comradeklebold.
honestly bb ilysm and i hope you’re proud of me
also massive s/o to my main bitches @gaycoiumbine & @blackcombats for supporting me w writing and for other stuff in general like ily guys??? aaaaa???

summary: dylan klebold liked to base his entire life and his supposable love story off of mellon collie and the infinite sadness. this winter break, to dyl, proved a hell a lot of it to be true.
but it just wasn’t.

words: 1,473

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Two days ago i had the best breakfast in my entire life at edible flours in Vancouver: a vegan chocolate Croissant, a vegan and glutenfree Brownie, and a vegan pumpkin cinnamon roll. Afterwards we also shared a glutenfree vegan Brownie and a second vegan pumpkin cinnamon roll 😍 all their menu items are organic, refined sugar free, vegan and most of them are glutenfree as well. This place is heaven on earth 🙏