smoke sticks

im pretty sure the girl who stole the bones cursed us all and thats why 2016 sucked

ok my witches we gotta bless the shit outta 2017 get ya crystals, get ya emoji spells, get ya smoke sticks, get ya cutesy scented candles,

- watching cone’s awful awful life did in fact cure my Depression™. time for round two

- who the hell is that gotdamn #edgy

- DID BANDAGE MAN JUST TRY TO MURDER RAN?? PPFFHAH GOOD LUCK WITH THAT DUDE. RAN AINT SOME SOUPY EYED NOODLE OF A GIRL* AND NOW U GOT CONAN ON UR ASS TOO

- yo i just realized that shinichi is hurt in the op?? what happened son

- on that note i didnt want to like the op but i can feel it growing on me. like a very upbeat, boppy fungus that i enjoy bouncing to the beat of

- CCCCCCONAN YOUR HAT.  I HAVE TO DRAW IT I HAVE TO OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH MY GOD

- dont lie ran u guys are fuckin lost

- HHGGGAA SONOKO JUST CALLED HIM A FUCKING WART

- sonoko y are u tryna hook up with guys already out of college. thats so dangerous please Do Not

- hes not cool just because he smokes and sticks his hands in his pockets all the damn time sonoko 

- “hes totally my type!” hes Too Fuckin Old is what he is

- BAD BAD BAD BAD DONT BACK PPL AGAINST WALLS AND THEN BOX THEM IN LIKE THAT ITS SO SKEEVY. PLEASE PUNCH HIM RAN

- “Maybe I should teach you…what adult love is all about.” HOLY SHIT PLEASE LET HIM BE THE MURDER VICTIM?? 24 YEAR OLDS SHOULD NOT BE GOING AFTER HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS. SWEET FUCK

- keep ran consistently badass. you cowards. you fools

- *well apparently. apparenyly, she is. (“its for the Plot!!” the writers scream, completely wiping every defining character trait ran has so that shinichi can Sweep In and Save Her like the good shounen protagonist he is)

- im gonna end up writing a shit ton of spiteful fanfic about this i can already feel it

- what do u wanna bet the phones are conveniently down

- fuckin called it

- ARE U KIDDING ME HE CUT THE DAMN BRIDGE ROPES??? he must have a way to get back across tho , ,, unless hes suicidal and group murder is his idea of a last hurrah 

- what the hell ? was that letter? ?? 

- conan please stop making a habit of dramatically hopping out windows to recklessly follow dangerous criminals into the night 

- “you girls lock the windows and stay here! im a sexist piece of shit!”

- ran would be of more use than u anyway but nooo

- “Heh. As long as we lock everything up, we’ll be fine.” THE WINDOWS ARE MADE OF GLASS YOU COLOSSAL ASSHAT

- his pjs are so fuckin cu te. tiny

- return of the Thinking Pose™

- fuck , ,, him scoot-crawling across the bed,  ,,god conan thats the most adorable thing ive ever seen. please be my little brother i promise ill give you coffee

- BRUH

- BRUH

- o no his ankle,, 

- ok so to recap these eventful last few seconds [clears throat] CONAN MAJORLY SAVED UR ASS DUDE

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I always watch you when you’re dreaming
Because I know it’s not of me
I smoke a dozen cancer sticks
Imagine there are two or three ways
To make you love me
And not dream of someone else
Become the movie on your eyelids

The reflection of yourself
The reflection of yourself

I cry when I listen to you breathing
Because I know there’s nothing else
The conscious of that crushing feeling
To know there’s no connection left
That we both go through the motions
That we’re both living somewhere else
That the movie on your eyelids
Is no reflection of myself
Is no reflection of myself
Is no reflection of myself

I wanna be, I wanna be your movie…
I wanna be, I wanna be your movie…

Why can’t you be me?
Why can’t you be me?
Why can’t you be me?
Why can’t you be me?
Be me, be me, be me…

Hot cheese soup with sausage
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Ingredients:
in 3-liter saucepan

3-4 medium potatoes
0.5 cups of rice (raw, but better boiled)
1 medium onion
2 small carrots
✔ ½ Stick any smoked sausage, preferably in bold
✔ cream cheese (2 packs of 250 grams or 4 130 gr)
1 clove of garlic
salt
pepper
seasoning 10 vegetables
greens

Preparation:

1. Potatoes cut into small cubes and cover in boiling water.
2. To cut the sausage and poshinkovat onions, carrots, garlic and herbs.
3. On a heated dry pan, pour the sausage and fry it until it releases its juice.
4. Then pour back the onion and carrots and simmer the whole thing for 5-7 minutes.
5. Add cheese to saucepan and wait until dissolved, stirring the case.
6. When the potato is cooked until soft - pour it into the rice.
7. Season the soup with zagaroli with sausage, prevent, simmer for 3 minutes and then taste for salt and add pepper and seasoning.
8. 5 minutes before switching off add the garlic.
9. Pour the greens and off the gas. Let the soup to stand 10 minutes (if you have enough patience).

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The Deadly Breeze (Closed rp with laneeyatheredroyal)

@laneeyatheredroyal

It was night time in a village that was well known for their hot springs. An old man wearing a suit and white scarf sat behind his desk as his doors opened. “Sir. She’s here.”

“Good…. send her in, Kazu.” The man said as he lit a cigarette in his mouth, puffing smoke through an open window as he felt a rush of wind blow the ashes from his smoke stick. “Well well… took you long enough to get here, girl. This contract I’m giving you… is the biggest yet.”

Slow braised beef shin spaghetti


This is one of those recipes that I love. It allows for forgiveness. Baking, frying, poaching can all give you scope to cock it up! A lovely bit of fish, mullered in a frying pan is easily done. Slow cooking gives you all day to mooch around and, as long as you start with good meat and give it long enough in the oven, you can’t go wrong.

This recipe is one of those fool proof recipes. 


Serves 4 

2 thick slabs of beef shin. If you can, get bone in. 

Plain flour to dust meat 

Bouquet garni (bay, thyme and rosemary) 

Two tablespoons of tomato puree 

Glass of red wine 

Splash of port 

2 rashers of good smoked bacon 

Stick of celery 

One carrot 

2 medium onions 

Half a bulb of garlic (cut through) 


Preheat the oven to be mark 3/325f/170c. Dust the shin in flour and season well. In a casserole dish that will fit all the ingredients snuggly, heat some olive oil and brown the meat. Set the meat aside and fry the finely diced onion, carrot, celery and bacon. Gently fry this as you don’t want to burn it. When soft, season lightly, add the puree and cook for a minute or so, stirring regularly. Add a glass red wine, splash of port, half the bulb of garlic, bouquet garni and return the meat. I would add a glass of water to make sure that the meat is covered. Put the lid on and chuck in the oven. I normally check this every hour or so. Turn the meat over just to make sure that it is all submerged and cooking. It will be done in 3 hours but do more if you need some time in your day. When you’re ready, fish the meat out and remove any cartilage or bits that haven’t broken down. I do this by removing and putting on a plate, wrapped in clingfilm until cool enough to handle. I have no idea but I always think that wrapping in clingfilm means the juices don’t evaporate away? 


Get your past cooking in some heavily salted water. Meanwhile, shred the meat and add back in to the casserole pot and gently heat. Check the seasoning, bearing in mind I normally loosen the sauce with some reserved salted pasta water and some parmesan, which both add salt. When the pasta is cooked, combine with the ratios you want, adding pasta water or cheese if you want and some more parmesan on top. I like loads of pepper too (do it!).

Serve with some fresh bread, slathered with garlic pesto butter and a large red vino. 

i knew it was going to end like this. but something always told me it wasn’t going to last

when we met i understood you fast, why you mocked me, the way you walked away, the eyeliner the shadows the slick shimmery sticks hanging out of your cardigan pockets and your bags suggested an intense need to escape. i may have never seen the scars or burns but you described the feeling and told me why and how and you didn’t know; it just felt good.

i never understood why i wasn’t feeling safe around you- even when i knew that you never felt safe around you. talking on the phone smoking stupid sticks and drinking coffee. a mutual grief surrounded us but even after the worst thing happened to me it was you whom was truly suffering. grief transcending into guilt and your intelligence transcending into resentment. 

maybe it has something to do with the shape and time of the moons. our friendship starts and ends too soon, who would’ve known that the signs that shown and carry dents looked so transparent. don’t be an idiot because i’m not one anymore. why couldnt you’ve said you already made and rested your bed. leaving me with a dead corpse with an engraved mark spelling out the ending, rendering words; “best friend”.

Everyone is asking me how motherhood is going, to be honest I love it and I’m really happy and I’m so excited Hayden is coming home Saturday by the looks of it.

I think the only bits I struggle with in regards to being a mum is the sleep aspect with my medication as I’m struggling to do as much after my night meds and the time to myself and getting stuff done.

I haven’t given up smoking but I’m literally having a fag hardly at all, I don’t have time to smoke and I have to go out to smoke and I’m not comfortable leaving Tristan while I go and also I get paranoid about smoke traveling and sticking to me. Yesterday I had the afternoon to myself and I loved it but when I’d been out 2 hours I missed Tristan like mad!

Also when you’ve got a baby it’s really hard to get housework done as everything takes twice as long. I literally am so reliant on my baby monitor I bought a second to help get things done. In fact have 2 of most things to make my life easier. I have 2 Tommee tippee machines, 2 tommee tippee nappy bins, 2 changing mats, 3 room thermometers and 4 sterilisers (one big electric one, 2 single bottle and one cold water and microwave)

In regards to mental health I’m much better than I was, I am still very up and down and my midwife is keeping an eye on it but nothing extreme is going on. If I stayed in hospital I know for a fact I would have gone psychotic because in 3 days I went from fine to crying and being paranoid and not trusting people or having any sleep. It’s easier being at home despite I miss Hayden. I can’t wait till he’s discharged now.