temp 1


wow, that’s a lot of stuff!!


basic redesigns pt 3 - the crystal temps! (sans connie)
(part 1 | part 2)

left is the most recent in show palette for each character; right is how i’d personally choose to recolor them!

as much as i love the really beautiful speckled lapis redesigns ive seen, i figured that only a few freckles would rly be feasible if we’re considering the fact that these characters are made to be animated

still, i did try overall to make her look more like her gemstone, including nods to the common pyrite and calcite inclusions real lapis stones tend to have!

peridot is pretty simple; i just altered her to be less neon green and closer to the olive toned green of a real peridot gemstone!

childhood favs
(please listen to this while looking cuz I had it on freaking repeat the entire time)

1. con temp po rary
existing or happening in the same time period; modern
inspiration [ x ]

Sin worthy double chocolate chip cookie recipe for those interested 😈

2 cups. All purpose flour
1 + ¼ cup. Cocoa powder
2 tsp. Baking soda
½ tsp. Salt

1 cup. Butter
1 cup. White sugar
1 cup. Brown sugar (I used demerara)
2 tsp. Vanilla extract
¼ cup. Milk (bonus, if it’s chocolate)
2 eggs, room temp*

1 cup (or more). Chocolate Chips, any kind you like. I used dark chocolate.

Pre heat oven to 350 degrees F.

You’ll need 1 medium bowl and 1 large bowl.

Put the “Dry” ingredients in the smaller bowl, whisk together and set aside.

Put the “Wet” ingredients in the bigger bowl. Cream the butter and sugar once mixed thoroughly combine, add the other “wet” ingredients (in the order listed) mixing inbetween :)

Pour the “dry” mix into the “wet” mix bowl a little at a time. Then add the chocolate chips. Try not to over mix, a little bit of powder won’t hurt :)

Line a baking tray with parchment paper (or however you prefer). I make smaller cookies, so I use a little more than a tbsp worth of dough per cookie and I can fit a dozen per tray. Just take a spoon and drop the dough on…try to keep the dough away from your mouth…or you might not have any left for cookies…

Bake @350 degrees F for 15 min** and let rest on the tray for 5 min before devouri…I mean removing from tray.

(* Protip: if your like me and just took the eggs out of the fridge rn. Sit them in a bowl of warm water while you prep the rest of the mixtures. They’ll be warm by the time you need them.)

(**Protip: since oven temps can vary, a good way to tell if your cookies are ready (around he 12 min mark) is to poke the cookie (be careful, it’s got in there) if the dough sinks in and doesn’t come back up the cookies need more time.

I hope this makes sense! Enjoy your cookies!!

Had to give my second wool blanket to a buddy so I went with my Tetonsports XXL sleeping bag. The temp went down to 1° F overnight. This is the morning after.

Chapter 1: De Temps En Temps


1897 Paris, France

           June in Paris is exquisite. Everything seems to breathe with life, and count every breath as if it was the last. The way the golden sun kisses the tops of the buildings each morning to rouse them from their slumber is by far the best way to wake. However, any true Parisian knows that nights in Paris are what the soul really desires. The full moon that sits languidly above the Eiffel Tower, watching all of Paris laughing through the night, lets you know that you are never alone. It is definitely easy to understand why people fall in love in this beautiful city. It is as if every piece of Paris was made just for you, especially in June.

           Well, unless you’re being dragged a half hours walk to the 18th arrondissement after every decent person in the city has locked up their homes for the night by someone who is supposed to be your best friend. Then it is quite easy to be disgruntled in the face of beauty.

           If that is the case, then it really depends on the person. If you are the sort of person to enjoy a nice midnight adventure, traipsing through dangerous neighborhoods in your finest, then this experience visiting a different kind of…market, would surely be an enjoyable one.

However, Draco Malfoy was not the sort of person to stick his nose into the *ahem* business practices of anyone else. Especially this sort of business practice. He would much rather spend his time back in the 9th arrondissement… where it was safe, and sanitary. June in Paris for him, at the moment, seemed very unattractive indeed.

           Blaise on the other hand…

           “Draco, honestly, hurry up. I don’t want to miss anything.” The beast tugged on the jacket sleeve that was pressed within an inch of its life, wrinkling the fabric. You would never guess that they were from the same ilk with the level of excitement he was displaying. If Draco hadn’t known him all his life, he would have thought the handsome gentleman tugging on his arm had grown up in Montmartre itself, instead of the beautiful Italian manor house of which his family was so proud of.

           His temper was climbing to alarming levels as he followed his bouncing friend in the direction of the foul subsection. There were few reasons why a person from proper breeding would make their way to this part of the city, and Draco did not think they were here to peruse through the artwork of the locals.

           The cobbled streets below his feet caused him to stumble and curse, nearly falling into the tall man clutching his arm. The walk alone was murder if one was not wearing the proper shoes.

           “Will you unhand me?” he snarled “I gave my word that I would accompany you out tonight, even when you insisted that we spend the evening…” a sneer lifted the corner of his mouth as he realized exactly what street they were on. How could he have not noticed? The crowded streets filled with women in far too much makeup, men leering openly at everything with a pulse, Bohemians strutting about in their garish ensembles. “at the Moulin Rouge.”

           Draco could feel his pulse thundering in his temples, not that he let it show on his face. “Blaise, pray tell, what exactly do you not want to miss at the Moulin that is perfectly available on any existing street corner? There,” he gestured to an open corner where a very large woman was shaking her overly large breasts in an offensive manor. “Why don’t you venture over there and pick up that beautiful… creature. Preferably, without me being present whilst you…dally.”

           His dark features stretched into a predatory grin that made Draco’s stomach cramp with anxiety. There were two people who frightened him when their features took on that particular look; the man currently standing in front of him, and Pansy. Pity, that they had married each other. Surely their parents felt their match was appropriate, but Draco felt that if they had chosen someone more… demure then it would have saved everyone a headache in the long run.

 “Oh, my dear friend, do you not honestly expect me to believe that you have no understanding of what takes place at the Moulin? It is more of an experience than a simple rendezvous with Constance.” Of course he knew her name, the wretch. He pressed his hand into the other man’s shoulder. “Do not fear, my naïve friend, you are in my care now. You may drop the act of innocence that is surely only there to impress Ms. Greengrass. She is nowhere in sight tonight.” His grin stretched wider “Unless she too is somewhere inside, you have permission to live as you wish until morning.”

Draco clenched his jaw muscles and looked into the face of the other man.

           He could feel the throbbing in his temples increasing at an alarming rate. Blaise was many things, but never would he have considered his friend to be stupid. If he thought that this lurid display of…. promiscuity was going to do anything to calm his nerves from his impending engagement to Ms. Greengrass, then he does not understand how they have remained in acquaintance all these years.

           “How do you—never mind.” He shook his head “Blaise, please tell me this isn’t some sort of scheme to take my mind off of my engagement.” He looked the other man in the eyes.

           A loud, undignified, guffaw erupted from his friend’s lips. “Oh Draco, dear heavens no! This trip is purely for educational matters. I just figured that you might as well get some practice in before you wed, that way when the time comes— “

           “Blaise!” He was going to murder him, right here. At least this way he can blame the atmosphere for his willingness to commit such a crime when they haul him for trial. Surely his father’s lawyer would understand. “Can we not discuss my upcoming marital affairs in public? Actually, let us not discuss them at all. Just because you and your spouse decide it is fine to jump into the bed of anyone within 300 yards, does not mean that my marriage will be the same!”

           He knew that was a low blow, as well as hypocritical. What Blaise and his wife did behind closed doors was none of his business and he preferred it that way. The heat of embarrassment fills his cheeks at his outburst. Curse his fair skin.

           Blaise lifted an eyebrow “The difference in the relationship between Pansy and I, and the one that you and Ms. Greengrass will be establishing in a two years’ time, is that I am attracted to my wife.” His eyes glinted in the lighting cast from the glow of the buildings, giving them a frighteningly shiny gleam. “I do not require the ‘practice’ to get through my husbandly duties.”  

           Perhaps he deserved that.

Draco suddenly found that the Moulin was a much more complex structure than what he had though upon first glance. He could feel the heat in his cheek spread to his neck.

           Ah, yes. That particular… abnormality of his would pose a problem with his future spouse if he could not err—perform up to par on the night of his betrothal.

           “Draco,” Blaise’s face softened with his words “You know that Pansy and I do not mind, and would never betray your confidence.” He gave a kind smile. Sometimes, Draco felt he was lucky to have a friend like Blaise. Other times, like now, he understood why his father thought them unnecessary. “Besides, it is perfectly legal.”

           He inclined his head toward his friend. He did know that, but that didn’t mean he would… advertise this information. He was supposed to sleep with his wife after they were wed. That is what he had been taught all his life. You procure an heir, and your husbandly duty was fufilled. When his affliction presented itself when he reached of age, suddenly the husbandly obligation seemed more daunting. He had trouble enough imagining how to go about doing it, so how would it be possible if he—well… For arguments sake, the theory was if he could deny his abnormalities, then when the time arrived for him to fulfill his duties he would do it to the best of his ability without the memory of what he could have lingering in the back of his mind.

           A theory Blaise might not have agreed with, but had jumped onto if it meant that he might accompany him out.

           Some things, like deflating at the sight of your exposed wife on your wedding night, were just not on. Something he knew was in the near future no matter how much ‘practice’ Blaise insisted he have.

           “Besides, I did not bring you here to fraternize with women and steal all my opportunities.” His grin returned to its previous state of decadence “I brought you here because Zidler has proven to us all that he is completely insane.”

           Draco allowed an eye roll to cross his features as he released the tension in his shoulders. Mollified that Blaise wasn’t going to convince him to sleep with some terrifying woman.

Everyone has always known that Charles Zidler was a mad man. A genius in all things to do with the sins of the flesh, but a complete nutter. “What has he done this time, given his girls polka-dot knickers?”

           “He hired a male can-can dancer.”

           The heat that had finally ebbed from his face, relocated to his abdomen. Suddenly the Moulin’s complex structure was no longer a source mild interest; It was absolutely fascinating. Almost compelling him inside to see if the grand ballroom matched the exterior walls in their indecent shade of red. Images of a man with hard muscles wrapped in girlish garters, kicking his legs into the air along with the other dancers flitted through his mind. The red windmill on top beckoned like a sirens call, promising the inside to be filled with mesmerizing objects and creatures that Poseidon, himself, could never imagine finding.

           Draco swallowed audibly.

           “Oh, did I get your attention then?” he smirked.

           He physically shook himself out of his trance “But… why would I be interested in seeing him? It’s not like I could ever stoop to, you know.” His cheeks would have warmed again if all the blood in his body was not currently making its way to his groin at the mere thought of what that statement entails. He most certainly could not ‘you know’ with the can-can dancer, but oh god, he wanted to.

           Blaise’s eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of his head and roll onto the cobbled ground beneath their feet. “What do you mean you are not going to ‘you know’ with him? You can’t not ‘you know’ with him! You know?”

           Draco did think that he knew, but one could never be too sure with his friends.

           How could he explain to Blaise that he just couldn’t? It would be too much like Plato’s Allegory of the Cave. Once he would have the knowledge of what is out there, he could never go back without driving himself mad.  For Blaise, it’s easy. He might, upon occasion, enjoy a tryst into the deviant Bohemian lifestyle of sexual freedom, but that is all they are to him; trysts. They don’t haunt him with realities of his ailment, nor do they taunt him with the knowledge that legality has nothing to do with familial obligations. “I can’t Blaise. I’m engaged.”

           “And I am married.” Blaise laughed. “What of it?

           The image of the man in garters returned “You, you just don’t understand.” Draco hissed. “You’ve a wife that does not mind you messing around with other people. You both are honest and open about who you are with each other. Don’t you understand that if I were to sleep with this man tonight, I could never allow my wife the honesty she deserves? I could never look at her and promise her that I would hold her above all else? Because I couldn’t Blaise, you know that I couldn’t. I would return here, every night if I could.” He looked into his friend’s eyes.

           Judging by the sadness he found there, he might now understand what he was feeling. But the steel in his eyes promised that the disagreement was not met. “Draco, listen to me. I know that I cannot fathom what it is to be in your situation, but you have got to let go. It is not healthy for a young man to repress his very nature.” He lifted his chin “Ms. Greengrass is not your wife as of yet. You have not even announced your formal engagement and this opportunity presents itself at just the appropriate moment, and you have decided to live your life never knowing? What would Pansy say if she could hear of you being a coward? This is a sign, Draco. One telling you that you must take care of your needs, which you do not do often enough, if at all.” He gave him a stern look. “If you choose to ignore this as a sign, then fate itself will punish you if my wife does not get to you first.”

           Draco looked at his dearest friend and saw the genuine concern that lay behind his words. As his courtship with Ms. Greengrass loomed in the near future, he became more withdrawn. Barely speaking to any of his former friends. He had spent all his energy on appearances, so worried that if he dared lose his footing in the proceedings, that everything would be revealed. Pansy had finally had enough of his distance and demanded his return to the land of the living, or she would make Hell seem like a sauna. It had worked, and he had promised her from then on to take care of himself.

           It seemed like an easy compromise. Pansy, for her part, would rather it if he would live openly and find himself a nice young gentleman to settle down with, the tart.

           “Fine, but you will stay with me Blaise Zabini, or you will find yourself on the end of your wife’s shrill descant.”

           The Cheshire cat grin reappeared. “Excellent.” He straightened Draco’s jacket, and pushed him inside the doors. “I promise you will not regret this.”

anonymous asked:

DOUBLE JOIE CE SOIR 1) en temps que Macroniste je suis tellement fière j'ai même pas les mots lsjsksksks 2) WE DEFEATED THE MOTHERFUCKING DEVIL YAS BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!! voilà voilà j'avais juste envie de partager ma joie hahah, maintenant j'espère que Macron va pas nous décevoir xx

PSA: Ceci est un safe blog pour tout les Macronistes de tumblr, vue l’absence de @etmanuelvalse je récupère tout ceux qui veulent manifester leur joie! Viendez viendez! Macron est élu, Le Pen est battue, on va y arriver, on va le faire, on va réussir!

Project Runway AU snippet 1

temp titled ‘Ebb and Floe’

“Why are they complimenting her design! Not only is that skirt completely skanky, it’s two shades off from the color it should be. And why has nobody pointed out that it is entirely the wrong shape for that model’s body? The dress should follow the body of a woman, not the body following the shape of the dress. That’s like, day one of a basic draping class. Ugh!”

Phichit had to take a break from carefully pouring the chocolate drizzle over their popcorn to laugh. The finale of ‘Ebb and Floe’ had only been on for fifteen minutes and Yuuri was already quoting Givenchy. It was going to be a good night. Phichit would be happy to wax poetic about the long list of reasons all designers should watch the show for its educational moments, but the real reason he looked forward to watching it each week was for the wonderfully snarky commentary provided by his best friend and partner in pointing out fashion crimes, Yuuri Katsuki. 

Phichit finished drizzling the milk, dark, and white chocolate over the caramel popcorn, hoping the decadent treat would help them get through tonight. He stole a few pieces as he rounded the corner from the kitchen into the living room of the condo, because he had a feeling once the bowl got into Yuuri’s hands it would be a lost cause. The tv was running a commercial break and Yuuri was sprawled upside down on the couch, legs haphazardly stretched across the top and his head hanging down near the floor. His phone was held above him and the endless scrolling through tumblr had commenced. Yuuri stopped and flashed a particularly funny meme of the dress he had just been critiquing stretched across a variety of different shaped objects up at Phichit. They laughed together and Yuuri kept scrolling as Phichit set the bowl on the table, arranged the blankets the way he liked them, and finally sat down.

No sooner had his rear end hit the couch than Yuuri quickly righted himself in one fluid movement, staring at his phone like it held the most beautiful image in the whole universe. Phichit peeked over his shoulder to see Victor Nikiforov pouting and smouldering at the camera, a one hundred and forty thousand dollar diamond and oyster paved Rolex watch on his wrist. A few minutes later and Yuuri was holding a poster sized version of the image printed out from their photo printer. The show was still playing in the background, forgotten for this far more important piece of entertainment.

“I don’t understand, Phichit. Why do they only dress him in silver and grey? I mean they went wild here and used charcoal. So different! Iconic. Would it kill them to put him in mauve just once? Or crimson? Or sapphire!”

“You would probably combust if he wore crimson, Yuuri.”

Yuuri nodded sagely. “It would be a good way to die.”

While Phichit laughed some more Yuuri disappeared, probably to go hang his new poster on his inspiration wall, which was really just code for ‘stalker shrine dedicated to Victor’. The inspiration wall at their shared design room behind the storefront was at least a healthy mix of models and designers and actual clothing, but Yuuri had long ago given up on pretending to care about having anyone other than Victor Nikiforov in his bedroom.  

Le temps d'agir ~ Èmile/Renaud

Renaud had known there would be two stops on his visit to the garrison. There always was, he rarely visited one without visiting the other. He had only, however, expected one of the visits to be hard. Lying to him, leaving him in the dark, making him fear that his whole world may crumble around him without him knowing, that was not something he expected from Èmile. He did not intend to let him get away with it. 

So, instead of standing at ease outside his protégé’s door he stood on edge. His gaze cold and his jaw set. The knock was short and curt. A brief warning before he opened the door himself. He had held these rooms himself once, and he still saw them as being his partly his own. He may leave, but they were not allowed to block him out. As if this were no longer his home. 

His voice was heavy with disappointment, “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, before he had even seen Èmile in the room. The time for comfort and love had passed, he had left his soft side behind in René’s room where it was needed. Now was the time for action. And action Renaud would have, whether Èmile would accompany him or not. 

“Have I really been gone so long? You already think I would not want to know if something like this happened to one of my men? To him?” His voice broke slightly at the end. His hand raised, wiping at his mouth, dragging against his jaw. “Really Èmile, I expected better of you.” 

It had not occurred to him that Èmile may have company, nor that he may not be in his rooms. He had simply entered and started talking. Logic and consequences far from his mind. He wanted to do more than talk, more than allow meaningless, useless air to escape his lungs. And he wanted Èmile’s help to do it. He owed him that at least, after hiding the truth from him.  


rising--dawn  asked:

I wanna bake cookies and am looking for a new recipe to try out. Got any recommendations for chocolate chip cookies?

How do we feel about Scottish shortbread?

  • 165g (1½ sticks) of butter at room temp 
  • 225g (1 ¾ cups) all purpose flour
  • 100g (½ cup) granulated sugar
  • ½ tsp vanilla
  • ¼ tsp salt
  • 200g (1½ cup) chocolate chips
  1. Cream together the butter and sugar until fluffy then mix in the vanilla.
    In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour and salt then gradually add the flour and salt to the butter mix until it comes together. Add in your choc chips and then roll the dough into a log using some parchment paper (this makes it easier to get a more uniform round shape when cutting) Alternatively you can roll it out flat to about ¼ inch and cut them into shapes of your choice. Chill for at least one hour in the fridge.
  2. Preheat your oven to 170′c (350′f) and line a baking sheet or use a non stick sheet. If you used the log method then roll it out of the parchment and cut to ¼ inch and space evenly on the sheet.
  3. Bake for 10-15 mins or until the edges are just starting to brown then take them out and leave to cool until eating. Dust with sugar if you want. If you find this makes too many cookies for what you want then you can freeze the uncooked batter in your freezer for up to 6months and bake from frozen.
What I've gathered so far...

So I’ve been thinking about getting a ball python for about a year now (though it may take a few more years to actually be able to house one; my mother hates snakes and probably won’t let me have a noodle under her roof)
Anyways, just to check and see if I’ve got my info straight, this is what I’ve gathered so far:
1) Temps need to be high 80’s to low/mid 90’s with a heat gradient
2) They need to have about a 55% humidity to be able to digest and shed efficiently
3) Lamps aren’t the best option since BP’s are nocturnal; a heating pad that can be regulated under the hot side of the tank is good
4) Their food should be about the same size as the largest part of their body
5) F/T is preferred because it poses less risk to the snake, although if the baby is especially picky you may just have to feed live (not looking forward to having to babysit my snoodle while it does it’s thing, but I need to be willing to give my snake what it needs to survive)
6) Certain morphs are more prone to health issues, varying in severity depending on the pairing of the parents or the snake itself
7) Stuck shed = somewhat of a monitored bath and checking of the humidity levels to make sure things are working correctly
8) going off feed is normal during the breeding season, and as long as they aren’t losing weight don’t worry about it, just keep offering food until they are ready to nom again
9) make sure they have lots of hiding areas, since I intend on getting a tank to house the beeb (enrich the child)
10) Limit handling (actually just no handling at all) on the few days before and after feeding so baby can digest in peace
11) Check temps/humidity, spot clean and ensure the snake has clean water everyday
12) Every 2-3 weeks deep clean the enclosure and change the substrate
13) Cedar and certain wood substrate can make you snake sick and cause impaction of their innards
14) they are shy gentle children, keep them out of high traffic areas
15) Get as much info on the breeder and about the individual snake as possible (is this bitch legit, how many feedings has the beeb had, what is the child’s feeding response, etc.)
16) They are assholes to feed at times and like to escape to fuck with you even more
17) The child will let you know if something is wrong as long as you pay attention

I know these animals aren’t easy to care for, they aren’t cheap and they can’t love you and cuddle you like a dog or cat, but they’re interesting little critters and it’s fun to watch them just be goofy little babies (yes I know they can grow to be 5 feet long and live 20-30 years)

Someone fact check me, and give me sources.

The Baker’s Table: Dinner for Two

By Tobias Fletcher

Welcome once again to The Baker’s Table! As promised, a dinner to help with that special someone in your life! If you want to impress that other half in your life, today’s recipes go quite well with each other. Junglevine Wine and Tender Shoveltusk Steak!

Tender Shoveltusk Steak:

Prep time: 5 Minutes;  Cook time: 15 minutes;  Sauce: 10 Minutes
Servings: 2


  • 2 steaks, about 1 pound each, at room temp.
  • 1 TBSP. of Olive Oil
  • 1 TBSP. of Salt
  • 1 tsp. of Northern Spices
  • 1 clove of Garlic, minced
  • 1 Cup of Red Wine
  • 1-2 TBSP of Butter, unsalted

Ingredients for Northern Spices:

  • 1 TBSP. of Cardamom
  • 1 TBSP. of Dried Juniper Berries
  • 1 tsp of smoked salt
  • ½ tsp. of pepper
  • ½ tsp. of ginger
  • ¼ tsp of Allspice or Nutmeg

1. Melt the olive oil and butter in a skillet over a medium heat. Mix together the salt, Northern Spices, and garlic in a small bowl, then generously cover both sides of the steaks with the seasoning.

2. Lower the steaks into the pan and sear for a minute or two. Flip and cook for another minute or two, then carefully add the wine, though the pan will hiss and spatter for a moment. Cook for a few more minutes for a medium rare steak. When the meat is done to your liking, remove the steaks to rest while you complete the sauce. Reduce the liquid in the pan until it has thickened somewhat, roughly 10 minutes.

Junglevine Wine:

Prep time: 10 minutes Soaking time: 30 minutes


  • 1/3 Cup of Sugar
  • 1 Cup of Brandy
  • 1 Cup of Pomegranate Juice
  • ½ Cup of Triple Sec
  • 2 Apples, peeled, cored, and diced small
  • 1 Cup of Pomegranate Seeds
  • 2 Oranges, sliced, and cut into wedges
  • 1 large Green Apple, cored and diced
  • Two 750 milliliter bottles of Fruity Red Wine
  • (Other fruits are optional as desired)

Combine the sugar, brandy, triple sec, and pomegranate juice in a large pitcher, stirring until the sugar has dissolved. Add the fruit to this mixture and allow it to sit for about 30 minutes, until it has soaked up some of the liquor. Pour the wine over and give everything a vigorous stir. This can be enjoyed over ice during the spring and summer or slightly warmed to ward off the coming chill during the fall and winter.

And there you have it, readers! Hopefully this will impress some people across the continents. Is there anything that you may wish to see here on The Baker’s Table? Let me know during my routes! (send us an ask!) Thank you all once again to you readers. Light Bless!

(OOC Note: recipes shared from the World of Warcraft Cookbook)