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Copycat “Snickers” (raw, paleo, vegan, gluten free)

• 4 dates
• 1 + 2 tsp of honey/syrup
• 1 tbsp of almond milk
• 10 peanuts
• 20 raw cashews OR 1 tbsp of almond meal + 1 tsp of coconut oil
• chocolate coating of choice

Soak the dates and cashews (if you’re using them) for at least 1-2 hours. For the caramel layer, peel the dates and process them with almond milk and 1 tsp of honey. Chop the peanuts and mix with your “caramel” mass, leave it in the fridge. Meanwhile, process 2 tsp of honey with cashews or a combination of almond meal and coconut oil (you don’t need a blender for this version). Shape a layered bar and leave it in the freezer while making the coating. Cover with chocolate and freeze again. Keep it in the fridge for about 30 minutes before eating ☺️

Can we take a moment and appreciate the love, light and positive vibrations in this fridge. Great inspo for your very own at home ~kitchen spa~.

markhyuck headcanonz

‘im egging your house for a dare but your parent is a cop and they’re yelling at me so i told them that you were my ex and you wronged me and now you’re coming outside and please go along with this i don’t want to go to jail’ a very specific headcannon if you want , I’m sorry - requested by an anon :’) <3

- ok so mark is a popular athlete, good student and all but his fiends r kinda… dumber jocks. so one time he is over one of his friend’s w the squad and they have a stupid contest over something like who can hold his head under water the longest

- and mark loses. and as a punishment he has to egg his friend’s neighbour’s house. he isnt looking forward to that tbh bc he isnt a bad person but… peer pressure

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My Babysitter’s A Vampire

A Saphael Fanfic

Story by: @hoffkk

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Saphael fanfic in which Simon gets poisoned and turns in to a 4 year old and just wants to be next to his Raphy.

Summary: A mix-up by Magnus turns Simon into a four year old, and, when Raphael get’s talked into babysitting, some emotions are revealed and some cuteness ensues.

Notes: This is probably my favorite of the three Saphael fanfics I have written, so I hope you all like it! 

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“What do you mean you mixed up the viles?!” Clary asked angrily with an edge of worry to her voice.  Simon was hurt, again, no thanks to her, and all she wanted to do was make sure he was okay.  Magnus Bane, being the good friend that he was, mixed up a potion for Simon that was supposed to heal the large wound across his chest.  It was caused by a special weapon Valentine had that when used on vampires would cause mundane injuries to form, ones that wouldn’t heal automatically. When she saw him last, Magnus was feeding him the potion and letting him rest.  He was supposed to be okay, he was supposed to be better by now, except apparently he wasn’t, and now Clary was mad all over again.  She was mad still at herself for putting Simon in a dangerous position, yet again, but she was also mad at Magnus.  How mad?  Well, the jury was still out on that.  "What did you do, Magnus?!  What did you do to Simon?! Is he okay? Is he–“

"He’s fine… so to speak.”  Magnus answered, putting a soothing hand on her shoulder to effectively cut off her rant and calm her down a bit.

“Then, why won’t you let me see him?”  She queried, crossing her arms.

“I will.  I just need to explain.”  Magnus said then sighed.  This was not going to go over well, but he couldn’t lie to her, there was no way he could hide what he’d done.  "You see, as I was gathering my ingredients for Simon’s medicine, Alexander was there, attending to a wound of his own and, well, that body of his can be quite distracting….“

"Magnus! Spit it out!” Clary yelled, growing more annoyed and more impatient by the second. Was Simon okay or wasn’t he?

“All right, all right, apparently, in my daze, I grabbed the vile of de-aging serum instead of the vile of regeneration serum, and it had some, uh… effects.”  Magnus confessed.

“What kind of effects?”  Clary asked slowly and deliberately, trying to read the warlock’s face.

“Well…” Magnus began, but was interrupted by a shove to the gut.

At that moment, a small boy, about four years old with light brown hair and brown eyes, came barreling into the room, pushing right through Magnus and Clary, yelling, “DIE DEMONS!” as he wielded a pretend sword that was really a long stirring spoon (like the ones Magnus used to mix his potions with) and pretended to kill imaginary demons.

“Oh my god.” Clary said as her eyes became as wide as saucers.  "Simon?“

Simon ignored her in favor of killing more imaginary demons, or maybe he just didn’t hear over all the sound effects he was making. Either way, it didn’t matter, since her question didn’t require an actual answer.  She’d know that face anywhere at any age.

Looking to Magnus, Clary asked exasperatedly, "You turned him into a toddler?!”

“Actually, I’d say he’s more preschool age.” Magnus replied, then paused to take in Clary giving him the evil eye and added, “Right, not important.”

“So, what happens now?”  She wondered aloud, watching the child bounce around the room.  "Is he gonna keep getting younger?“

"No, based on the dosage level, he should remain at this age.”  Magnus said certainly.

“But you can fix him, right?  You can turn him back to his normal age?”  Clary questioned hopefully.

“Yes.” Magnus answered.  With that, Clary let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding in. “But there’s a bit of a catch.”

“What kind of a catch?” Clary asked.

Magnus cleared his throat then continued. “I don’t have enough aging serum left to give Simon the exact dose he needs, but I can get more from an old friend…. it’ll just take a few hours.  So, if you could just stay with young Simon, here, I’ll just be on my way–”

“Whoa there, warlock,” Clary called, stepping in front of him.  "You are not leaving me alone with him.“

"You’ll be fine.” Magnus said dismissively with a wave of the hand.  "I’m sure you’ve babysat before.“

"Yeah, a few times, but those were normal, human children, not vampire babies!” Clary informed him, gesturing across the room toward Simon.  "I mean, what do I do if he gets hungry?  Give him my arm?“

"I wouldn’t recommend that.”  Magnus quipped.  "There should be some raw steaks in the fridge.“

Clary rolled her eyes. ”Magnus…“ She warned.

"C'mon, how bad can he be?” Magnus queried.

Just then little Simon made a screeching noise, flashed his fangs and pounced from the top of the fancy couch against the far wall up to the chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling. He continued to hiss and kick his legs as he swung back and forth from the chandelier in glee.

“Yeah… we should probably call Hotel Dumort.” Magnus commented, staring at the hyperactive vampire child.

“Ya think?” Clary retorted with a hand placed sassily on her hip, then hurried off to collect Simon before he did any more damage.

*******

Raphael was sitting on his couch, sipping his blood breakfast smoothie when his second in command, Thane, interrupted him.

“Hey, Santiago.” Thane’s voice called from behind him.

“What now?” Raphael said, tone dripping with annoyance.

“You have some visitors.”  Thane responded.

“I’m busy.” Raph said, taking another sip of his drink.

“She says it’s important.”  Thane spoke again.

“She?” Raphael quirked a brow.

“The red headed shadow hunter girl.”  Thane answered.

Raphael sighed, “Bring her in.”

As Clary entered the room, Raphael set down his drink and rose from the couch, then appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye.

“To what do I owe this displeasure?” He questioned.

“Nice to see you again too, Raphael.” Clary said sarcastically.  When he crossed his arms and gave her a no-nonsense look,  she sighed and said, “Listen, we have a small problem, and I need your help.”

“How small?” Raph asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

“Well…” Clary trailed off, pulling her stele from her boot and tracing the invisibility rune on her forearm to reveal four year old Simon, standing next to her.

Raphael’s arms dropped and eyes widened, “What are you doing? You can’t bring a child in here! Are you insane?”

“He’s not a child, he’s… Simon.” Clary explained.

Raphael stared at the child he had been ignoring.  The boy had soft, curly ringlets of brown hair framing his face, twinkling brown eyes, and small dimples in his cheeks that became more pronounced as he stuck out his fangs. He was adorable, and he was definitely Simon.  The realization made his pulse quicken out of anger, mostly at Clary, but a little at himself.  If he never would have kicked Simon out of the clan, then Simon would’ve never…well, ended up like this.

“What happened?” He inquired, confused and irritated.

“It’s a long story… but what’s important is that Magnus is going to fix it.”  Clary informed him vaguely, deciding it best to spare him the details.

Raphael just grunted and rolled his eyes in response.  He should have known Magnus Bane was involved somehow.  He was so gonna kill him next time he saw him.

“Unfortunately,” Clary continued.  "It’s gonna be a few hours before Magnus gets back, so… you two can just get reacquainted, and I’ll be back later with Magnus.“  Clary finished quickly pushing little Simon toward Raphael.

Excuse me?  I’m not a babysitter.“ Raphael spoke forcefully.

"Well, neither am I.”  She tossed back.  "But if we were, you’d definitely be more qualified, you know, since you’re a vampire and all.“

"Not really.” Raphael argued.  "Handling fledglings and newbies is one thing, but I’ve never dealt with children before.  I was turned before I got the chance as a human, and there are no such thing as vampire babies.“

"Really?” Clary asked intrigued.

“We’re dead. Dead people can’t exactly reproduce.” He explained, giving her a look that said ‘duh.’

“Right,” Clary said, realizing she never gave the concept much thought, then shook her curiosity away and placed her hands on her hips authoritatively.  "Still, you’re better equipped for this job than me.“

"So, that’s it? You’re just gonna dump him on my doorstep, so you can go off gallivanting with your little shadow hunter friends?” Raphael queried in disbelief.

“It’s not like I’m going to the mall.”  Clary told him.  "I have to deal with Valentine, and if I bring him along he’d just be in danger.“ She clarified, gesturing to the boy who was now standing on the couch, messily devouring Raphael’s breakfast smoothie.

"Down. Now.” Raphael commanded, voice deadly serious.

Simon paused his drinking, looked at Raph with a twinkle in his eye and blood around his mouth, and then jumped down to the floor before going back to the rest of the beverage.

Raphael turned his attention back to Clary who was smiling.

“See? You’re great with kids, even vampire ones.” She said, half-teasing but half-serious too.

“It doesn’t matter.”  Raph retorted.  "I’m not watching him.“

"Raphael, please,” Clary began, trying a different tactic.  "I remember how you were with Simon when he was a fledgling in transition and then again as a new member of the clan.  I also remember how you were the one to save him from Camille in the first place.  He means something to you.  You care about him.  Maybe as a friend, maybe as something more.“  As she spoke the last sentence, Clary gave a surprised Raphael Santiago a very knowing look, and then went on with her speech.  "Or at least you did until he broke your trust, and that’s my fault.  He betrayed you for me, and I’m really sorry about that, but if you have any shred of feelings left for Simon, platonic or otherwise, then you’ll agree to help me out and help keep him safe.  Please.” She begged one last time, then waited for Raphael to respond.

Raph stared at her for a long moment collecting his thoughts.  He was shocked that Clary called him out like that on his feelings. He’s usually good at hiding them and keeping his emotions in check, but it had become a bit of a struggle around Simon, enough for Clary to realize the truth.  He did have feelings for him.  A big part of why he had freed Simon from Camille was because he couldn’t stand to watch her hurt him any longer because whenever she did, Raph felt the pain too. It hurt just as much to watch him transition and almost die.  So, when Simon did become part of the clan, Raph promised himself that he would take care of him and lookout for him at all costs.  Remembering that promise, Raphael looked to little Simon, who was licking the glass cup clean but paused briefly to grin back at him, causing a surge of warmth to enter Raph’s heart.  With that, he knew he had to honor his promise and agree to help Clary.

Meeting her eyes again, Raphael let out a breath and nodded curtly, “Fine, I’ll do it.”

Clary beamed, placed a hand on his arm and said simply, “Thank you, Raphael.”

He nodded once more, then watched Clary as she showed herself to the door.  Once Clary was gone and the door closed, he heard the sound of glass shattering and turned to face Simon who stood on the couch again, looking guilty.

“Oops.” Simon said, then gave him a toothy smile before hopping to the floor.

Raphael stifled a smile of his own as he sighed and shook his head.  This was gonna be a long night.

*******

Thanks to the all the blood Simon drank, he was extra hyperactive and bouncing off the walls. Raphael did his best to placate him by playing games like tag and hide-and-go-seek, but Simon always managed to find a way to cause trouble by either breaking things, doing something he shouldn’t, or both.  Raph wanted to laugh at the irony.  Simon had always seemed so straight-laced.  Who’d a thought that baby Simon would be a holy terror?

All in all, Raphael found four year old Simon to be talkative, annoying as hell, and cute as a button.  In other words, he was basically the same as the original, 18 year old Simon.  However, Raphael expected as much.  What he didn’t expect was the pang of sadness he felt as he played with young Simon.  Playing all these children’s games made him think of his younger brothers and the good times they shared in his human life.  It had been a while since Raphael had thought about his family and the past, so when he did and tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, he was very surprised.

After a long, exhausting night of chasing little Simon around the hotel, the sun was finally rising and the kid was finally asleep.   Sighing in relief, Raphael sat in the stuffed chair adjacent to the couch that Simon was currently snoozing on in Raph’s suite.  As he watched his friend sleep and enjoyed the peaceful moment, he found himself struck with another pang of sadness.  Raphael had never wanted kids before, he never even thought about it really, but after taking care of four year old Simon all night, he was now.  It made him upset to realize that he would never get the chance to be a father and have a child of his own.  However, he did his best to push those feelings aside and tried not dwell on it.  He was never one to make a fuss over the things he couldn’t change, and he wasn’t about to start now.  Raphael decided to distract his mind by reading the newspaper he left out on the side table, which was soaked in blood no thanks to a mischievous little Simon.  He read about two sentences, then heard a knock at the door.

Setting down the newspaper, he stood and turned to find Thane walking Clary inside the suite.

“You’re visitor has returned.” Thane said before leaving them alone to settle their business.

“Sorry, I’m so late I–” Clary began but didn’t get to finish.

“Shhhhh!” Raphael scolded.  "I just got him to sleep.“

"Sorry,” Clary apologized.  "But we need to wake him anyway.  Magnus gave me the antidote and in order for it to work he has to drink it.“ She said, shaking a sippy cup in front of his face to emphasize her point.

"Fine.” Raphael agreed reluctantly.

With that, Clary sat down on the sofa beside little Simon and gently stroked his cheek, waking him up soothingly.  Simon was a little groggy at first, but after noticing the cup in her hands, he perked up and took it, eagerly gulping down the blood smoothie and, unknowingly, the antidote.  Clary patted his head affectionately then rose to her feet and looked at Raph as she moved forward a few steps.

“Magnus said it would take a little time, but that he should be back to his regular age within an hour or so.”

“Good.” Simon said simply.

“Listen, I just wanna say thanks again for watching over Simon tonight.  I really– OW!” Clary yelped in pain, then glared at Simon who had just thrown his empty cup at the back of her head.  Little Simon just giggled, causing Clary to glare harder as she rubbed the sore spot, which made Raphael smirk.

“Don’t mention it.”  He said with a small laugh, figuring that made them somewhat even after today’s favor.

“All right, Simon. Time to go.”  Clary informed him in a motherly tone.

“NO!” He wailed, speeding over to Raphael and wrapping his limbs around his leg, shocking both him and Clary.  "I wanna stay with Raphy!“

"You played with Raphy all night, Simon.  Now it’s time to go.” She said sternly, using the nickname he made for Raphael.

“NO! I WANT RAPHY!” He repeated, this time much more loudly.

Simon.” She warned.

“It’s okay.” Raphael interjected.  "He can stay.“

"YAY!” Simon cheered, giving Raph’s leg a tight squeeze to show his affection.

“Are you sure?” Clary asked, giving him a quizzical look.

“It’s fine.  I need to talk to him anyway… about the clan, I mean.”  Raphael clarified.

“Right, the clan.” Clary said, humoring him, knowing that he had so much more he wanted to talk to Simon about.

“I realized that terminating his membership here with the clan may have been bit harsh, not to mention hasty.  So I’d like to offer him the chance to return.  Of course the discussion will have to wait until he’s back to normal, so like I was saying he might as well stay.”  Raphael finished with a shrug, then gave little Simon a smile.

Clary smiled too and replied, “All right then.  I’ll be back tomorrow though just to make sure he’s really okay.”

Raphael nodded in response, then Clary gave a nod back and made her way out of the suite.

Once she was gone, Raph looked back down at Simon who was still clutching his leg and said “All right, little guy.  Time for bed.”  He then removed Simon from his leg, picked him up, and held him on his hip.  Taking him back to the couch, he sat Simon on the middle cushion and sat himself on cushion next to him.

“Read me a story?” Simon asked with a yawn.

Raphael thought it over for moment.  He didn’t really have any kid appropriate books on hand, so he made a counter offer. “How about I sing you a song instead?”

Little Simon’s eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly.

“But only if you lie down.”  Raphael added.

On that note, Simon kicked his legs out toward the empty cushion and burrowed his face into Raphael’s side, using him as a pillow.

Raphael was surprised at first, but his look of shock quickly melted into a smile.

Leaning back into the couch, Raphael wrapped his arm around Simon and rubbed his back soothingly. After a moment, he began to sing. His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as he sang, in Spanish, an old lullaby his mother used to sing to him and his brothers. Halfway through the first verse, Raphael moved his hand into Simon’s hair and began playing with Simon’s curls.  By the beginning of the second verse, little Simon was sound asleep, and by the end of it, so was Raphael.

Hours later, Raphael awoke in the same position, but this time he was being cuddled by an 18 year old Simon Lewis.  After taking it all in, Raphael simply smiled and went back to sleep.

Little did he know, Simon awoke an hour earlier and did the same.

Maybe Raphael wouldn’t get the chance to have a kid of his own, but he could still have a family of his own, and maybe, just maybe, Simon would be it.

Only time would tell, and, as a vampire, Raphael had plenty of time, so he was feeling hopeful, very very hopeful.

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Raw chocolate vanilla banana ice cream cake

Ingredients:

For the crust: 1 cup nuts, 1 cup pitted dates
For the ice cream layer: 4 frozen bananas, 2 fresh bananas, about ½ teaspoon vanila extract, 1.5 tablespoons (raw) cacao powder

Method:

1. Line a 18 cm springform pan with baking paper and set aside.

2. For the crust, pulse the dates and nuts in a food processor until the mixture sticks together. Press the crust into the pan until the layer is even. Leave some of the mixture to form little balls for decoration.

3. Blend the bananas and vanilla extract in a high speed blender or food processor. Pour about half of the mixture onto the crust and even it out with a spatula.

4. Add the cacao powder to the rest of the bananas and blend again until mixture becomes brown. Pour it onto the vanilla layer and smooth with a spatula.

5. Place the cake in the freezer for at least 5 hours.

6. Take it out 15 minutes before serving. Decorate with fresh strawberries, small balls made of the crust and chocolate drizzle (1 teaspoon coconut oil, 1 tablespoon cacao powder).

Note: You should hurry a bit when making the filling since most of the bananas are already frozen. You should eat the whole cake at once or only thaw as much as you’re going to eat and leave the rest in the freezer since it’s probably going to melt in the fridge.

AVOCADO SAUCE

Creamy and delicious, this avocado sauce is great for dressings, tacos, as a spread or as a dip.

Ingredients

1 cup raw apple cider vinegar

½ cup extra virgin olive oil

¼ cup fresh lime juice

1 ripe avocado

sprinkle of chilli flakes

¼ cup fresh coriander (chopped)

Vegetable salt to taste

Method

1. Blend until smooth and creamy

2. Store in an airtight jar in the fridge.

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Imagine #12

Ok so another imagine and I thought of doing an Isaac Lahey preference on what you are. First up, vampire (1/7)!  Hope you guys enjoy! Request here (gif from giphy)

Y/E/C means your eye color, but I bet you guys already knew that

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“And it could be someone else out there getting murdered.” You heard Stiles finish.

You never really heard what he was saying since you were concentrating on your breathing, swallowing occasionally-trying to moisten your dry throat, before going back to controlling your breathing from going erratic. You haven’t been feeding yourself blood and human food wasn’t something that really did satisfy your vampire hunger since it didn’t have the enough stuff a blood had. And raw meat from the fridge was just plain disgusting-it wasn’t fresh and warm.

Your eyes have grown noticeably dark, if not, black from your usual Y/E/C eyes.

“Y/N,” Someone called, snapping you out of your concentration.

“Yeah?” You spoke, your voice a little rough from your dry throat.

“You okay?” Isaac was the one to notice you seated quietly by the window of Derek’s loft while the others were sitting rather closely and was listening intently to the meeting.

“Yeah, why?” You asked, not pretending but trying to be alright.

“You look-” Stiles was cut off when Derek spoke up.

“Hungry,” he plainly said before gesturing you to go out and hunt, earning looks of confusion towards him and you, from your friends, as you went your way out of the metal doors before hearing Isaac follow you but Derek stopping him.

“She’s a what?!” was the last thing you heard before you ran faster towards where there was fresh blood.

Quietly stalking the mountain lion that was stalking an elk in the clearing, you slowly crouched down and watched as it slowly and cautiously walked towards its prey. When the cougar made a small twig snap, that got the attention of the elk which made a run making the lion pounce at it. But before it could even reach the elk, you attacked the mountain lion; effortlessly beating it in your cat fight, you bit down and dried it off of its blood, feeling less and less hungry and crazy.

Standing up and wiping the blood smeared on your cheek, you straightened yourself up and tried to drag the heavy lion some place where no one will see before stopping what you were doing and puffed out an air.

“So where were you planning on telling me?” Isaac’s voice made you look to where he was behind you, leaning on a tree and watching what you were doing.

“Did you see all that?” You asked, smiling shyly, knowing how you didn’t notice him before because of your hunger.

“I saw what I needed to see to know,” he answered, walking towards you.

“Look, Isaac, I understand if you want to-” he cut you off your rambling, already in front of you with his hands on your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“Don’t even go there, Y/N.” He smiled at you lovingly.

“You’re not afraid?” You asked. “Of me getting too hungry and having to-”

“I might but I trust you,” He answered. You knew it was the truth.

“So what do you think of having a vampire as a girlfriend then?” You asked, still embarrassed at what happened, your arms making their way on his chest.

“Hmm,” He said, looking up for effect as if he was thinking. “I think it’s fang-tastic.”

“Oh ha ha, Isaac,” He only chuckled, feeling clever about the joke he made about you.

Kitten Cuddles

Summary: A witch turns you into a tiger which results Dean taking care of you 

Warnings: witches, tigers, animals, language, raw meat, fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count:2,217

Originally posted by covetcas

Originally posted by sterling8music2


”YYY/N! Y/N!!” Dean frantically called looking from room to room for you “she was just here?!” Dean panicked “The witch” 

Sam and Dean came scrambling down the stairs to you knocked out cold against the corner of the room. The witch caught attention that they had entered the room, she knocked Deans’ gun away with a flick of her wrist, She then proceeded to kneel in front of a bowl with your blood, hair, and other fluids and herbs.

“Just in time.” she sprinkled something in the mixture

“You get away from her you bitch!” Dean screamed at her trying to move but his feet were glued to the ground.

“Y/N!” Sam yelled trying to wake you up but it wasn’t working.

“She won’t be Y/N for much longer pretty boy.” The witch got up from her position to caress Deans’ face with her right hand.

“What did you do?” he spat tightening his jaw in anger.

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