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anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where... everlark gives each other the same gift.

Hi Anon! Thanks for the prompt! Hope this is satisfactory… even though it’s a bit ahead of its season… Valentine’s Day Everlark.

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We sit crisscrossed on the floor of my apartment. The remains of our Valentine’s Day picnic sit a foot away, waiting to be cleaned up and the leftovers placed in the fridge for our usual midnight kitchen raid.

“On the count of three?” I ask and wait for Peeta to nod. “One,”

“Two,” He whispers with barely repressed giddiness.

“Three!” I finish.

We both tear at our respective presents on our laps, or actually, Peeta proceeds to pull the tape off the paper as gently as he can while I pretty much shred my wrapping paper the same way Buttercup would shred my mother’s recliner chair, when he was in one of his moods. That cat is a menace, too bad my sister loves it.

I feel mildly bad about destroying the beautifully wrapped present Peeta gave me, because I’m sure he spent a lot of time choosing the paper, then the matching ribbon, then went home and spent a ungodly amount of time making sure every crease of every fold was perfectly aligned, he probably even measured the cuts of paper to inch, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he did and undid the bow several times before it was perfect, but I’m curious to see what he got me.

It’s our first Valentine’s Day since we graduated college, and although money is tight right now, and we’ve become top Ramen connoisseurs… we could seriously compete on Chopped, and out-cook any chef in the show if the mystery ingredients in our basket consisted of ramen noodles, a coffee maker and a pound of flour, but that’s besides the point.

The important thing here, is, we are excited to celebrate the most commercially sweet holiday by exchanging presents we handmade ourselves, and I can’t wait to see what he’d come up with. I know he’ll love mine to pieces! I can’t wait to see his expression and by the way he keeps shifting his sweet blue eyes between me and the poorly wrapped gift he’s opening, I know he can’t wait either.

At last! Papers aside, we are both staring down at our gifts, while mine came in a small box something you could put jewelry in, and I put my gift in a shoebox filled with tissue paper, we both pull out the exact same thing, except for whatever handmade component we added it to the main item… we gave each other keys.

Keys dangling from handmade keychains.

His is of course a braid made out of durable strips of leather, the middle strip I’ve dyed orange. His eyes snap up to look at me.

I’m holding up the keychain on my key, it’s a circular piece of wood, the kind you’d find in a craft store, but he’s painted one side with a miniature field covered in dandelions, I recognize it as the meadow my sister and I used to play in when we were little. He knows the place, having grown up in the same town on the right side of the tracks, but I didn’t know he could recreate the place at this scale and make it look so vivid. I turn over the medallion size keychain to find the other side he’s burn-carved our initials on the bare wood, like people do on tree trunks he put a coat of resin on both sides to preserve his work.

I look up at him, speechless, although my mouth still tries to move, even though no words will come out.

He smiles, “You like it?”

I nod frantically, throwing myself into his arms.

He chuckles, “You don’t even know what it is,” he says smirking.

“I know what it is,” I say petulantly from my spot in his chest. “It’s the same as mine.” I look up at him, “A key to your apartment. Just like I gave you one to here… just mine looks dull and boring next to yours.” I practically whine.

This only makes him laugh heartily while pulling me to sit more fully on his lap.

“I love yours!” He says smiling and dropping a kiss on my nose, “It reminds me of your hair. I’ll just put some dark polish to complete the look.”

“Don’t you dare ruin it! That’s hide from my last buck I fell during the hunting season.” I scowl.

His smiles doesn’t waver once, “I figured as much. Tell you what, I’ll get the polish, and you do the honors. How’s that?”

“Better.” I say mollified, and burrow my nose into his neck. After a moment of comfortable silence, I speak, “Peeta?”

“Hmm?”

“Doesn’t it feel like an unnecessary expense to give each other a key to the other’s place?”

“What do you mean?” He asks softly, rubbing wide, slow circles on my back.

“Well, it just seems that since we are comfortable enough to let the other come and go into our spaces as we please, the savvier thing would be to, you know, combine bills and the such.”

“Katniss, What are you saying?” He asks pushing me away an inch by the shoulders. His eyes search my face, that I know is gotta be scarlet red judging by how hot my cheeks feel. “Are you suggesting… we move in together?”

I can hear the thinly veiled joy behind the veneer of skepticism on his face. All I can do is nod. And shrug. Nod and shrug once more.

“It’ll save gas money,”

“And time,” he offers trying and failing to suppress a smile.

“It’s just sound, practical logic.” I state.

“Very sound!” He agrees.

A second later he asks, folding me into his arms and crushing me deliciously into his warm chest. “Your lease is almost up, isn’t it?”

I nod.

“I get to keep my keychain and it’s key.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Peeta.” I Say turning my face up to his.

“You too, Katniss.” He whispers against my lips.

she asks me what it’s like,
loving a woman when i, too, am a woman

and she laughs,
which is the one who sits and watches tv while the other one cleans?

she asks: how does your love work,
do you trade off who goes off with their friends while the other one stresses?

but our love works like this:
she saw her favorite dessert in our fridge

and she waited until i came home
so that we could split it.

So, you’re the babysitter?

Summary: Namjoon is babysitting for a family and expected just a plain night with him and a baby. What he didn’t expect is what would happen when you showed up

Genre: fluff, light smut. High school au, shy!reader

Pairing: RM x reader

Y/n = your name, y/m/n = your mother’s name, y/b/n = your brother’s name, y/l/n = your last name 💗

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

“Our numbers are on the fridge and if he starts to get fussy just give him his favorite blanket, that always works. If anything goes wrong call me or my husband,” she stood in the doorway smiling at Namjoon.

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n, don’t worry I’ll take good care of your son,” Namjoon smiled back.

“Great, thank you. We’ll be back around 11,” Y/m/n said as she started walking out the door with her husband. “Oh, and one last thing,” she turned back halfway out the door with a brand new expression. “Our teenage daughter is upstairs, she never comes out when the babysitters are here,” she said rolling her eyes. “Just thought you should know.”

Teenage daughter? Namjoon thought. If they had a teenage daughter why did he have to babysit? “Have a good night Mrs. Y/l/n,” he said to your mother as she left.

Your mom smiled and walked out the door. Namjoon turned back to the living room, looking at the baby that was sitting on a mat chewing on a teething toy. “Well,” he said looking at the infant. “Looks like it’s just you and me tonight buddy,” he said and went to sit next to the baby to occupy him. He’d probably flip through channels on the tv while sitting there to make sure he didn’t cry or need changing.

At least, that was the night he expected.

-

You waited at least 20 minutes after your parents left to sneak down the stairs to catch a glance at the babysitter. Your mother never approved of you being the one to take care of your baby brother. You crept down the stairs, and walked into the kitchen, trying not to make to much noise. You didn’t have to be so quiet, but you also didn’t need to be noisy. What if y/b/n was sleeping?

You opened the fridge and grabbed a juice, holding the cold bottle, condensation gathering on your hand. You closed the fridge and walked out of the kitchen, your bare feet padding on the tile, and you walked to your living room where you heard murmurs and the tv playing. You could feel your face heating up as you leaned on the wall near the entrance of the living room, and you observed the boy sitting with your baby brother.

Holding the baby was none other than, Kim Namjoon, your crush.

You messed with the cap of your juice. “So you’re the baby sitter…” You spoke calmly, looking at Namjoon who hadn’t noticed you yet.

He turned his head to you, visibly jumping. “Oh, you startled me,” he responded not knowing what else to say.

“Sorry,” you looked at your hands.

“Yes, I’m the babysitter,” he had a warm smile. Your brother sat in his lap, and he cooed at Namjoon, gripping his shirt. You looked at your brother and smiled lovingly. You truly loved your brother, he was the sweetest baby on earth. You just wished your parents trusted you with him more.

“Question,” Namjoon looked at you. He saw you smiling at the baby while leaning on the wall, a juice in your hand. He truly thought you looked adorable in that moment. A T-shirt and leggings, no shoes. Not much different than when he saw you at school, but more casual, laid back. He liked it.

“Shoot,” you said finally opening the bottle and sipping it.

“So if you’re here, then why am I?” Namjoon hoped that the tingle on his face wasn’t a blush when your eyes went from the baby to him.

You sighed, although it was barely audible, and smiled weakly. “My parents don’t trust me with my own brother.”

Namjoon frowned. “Why?”

You scoffed. “Hell if I know.” You walked over to where he and your brother were and sat in front of him. Your brother’s eyes lit up as he looked at you and he squealed, grabbing for you. Namjoon smiled and handed y/b/n to you. “They hate me…” Your tone was sad but you had a smile as you held your brother.

“He seems to love you,” Namjoon looked from the baby to you. It was a sweet sight. You played with him carefully, a nice smile on your face and love in your eyes. It almost looked like a mother and her child.

You nodded. “And I love him. I just wish my parents let me be around him more.”

“Do you often come down when the babysitters are here?” Namjoon asked.

You shook your head and held your brother. “No. I’m always too scared of what they’d think of me being here when they’re babysitting, or I’m embarrassed when they’re younger than me,” you explained.

Namjoon held a playful smirk. “So what makes me so different?”

You met his eyes. “You don’t seem so mean or judgemental. And I know you…” You said. You figured that you could at least come out of your shell a little bit around him. You were always so shy, and why the hell not? You were spending time with your brother, and your crush.

Namjoon knew you weren’t the most sociable at school. You had a few friends, never really made an effort to cause attention to yourself, not that you really needed to, you were absolutely stunning in Namjoon’s eyes, and he wasn’t really surprised when he found himself falling for you. You had talked a few times before, smiled at each other in the halls, and even worked with each other in chemistry sometimes. He cherished the moments he had with you.

“But besides,” you continued, “I get to spend time with him,” you smiled at your brother and kissed the baby’s nose as he giggled.

“Well, maybe this night won’t be as boring now,” Namjoon smiled

“Oh trust me, your night wouldn’t be boring with even just him. He’s so energetic,” you smiled and cooed at the baby. “Plus he loved to cuddle,” you giggled. “And scream.” You tickled his tummy and the baby screeched with laughter. Your calm laughter was almost covered up by the babies laughs, if it weren’t so melodic to Namjoons ears. Namjoon watched you as you played with your brother. He grabbed for your hair and you lifted him up in the air and back down, making the baby laugh and giggle and he cooed at all the tickles. You set him down calmly on your lap and stroked his head. It was so adorable to watch.

You looked up to find Namjoons eyes on you. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing. You’re just cute,” Namjoon blurted and then slapped a hand over his mouth. “I-I mean, that’s just cute to watch, you and the baby, b-but not that you’re not cute, I mean-”

You giggled, interrupting his babbling. “It’s okay Namjoon,” you said and he felt butterflies fill his stomach. The way you said his name was so soothing. He wondered how you were at singing.

“You’re cute too.” You added, and Namjoon’s heart leaped into his throat. You figured you would flirt with him a little, it could be fun. This is what normal teenagers do anyway right? Flirt with their crushes?

Namjoon regained himself. You were flirting with him. Two could play at that game. “I’m not cute sweetheart, I’m sexy,” he grinned and congratulated himself when he saw a light pink dust your cheeks.

“Sure,” you giggled and winked.

Oh fuck, Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck looking down at his lap and bit his lip. The butterflies wouldn’t stop and you were truly flustering him.

“Uh oh,” you said and Namjoon looked up. Your voice was quieter now, and you were no longer looking at him, but at the sleeping baby that was slumped on your chest.

“That was fast,” Namjoon said referring to how fast he fell asleep.

You smiled. “He falls asleep really quickly. Something I for one envy.” You carefully craddled y/b/n in your arms, and stood up. Namjoon’s eyes followed you as you simply walked over to the couch and laid him down on a bundle of blankets gently, as if he was fragile glass. Then you sat down next to the baby.

Namjoon got up and sat next to you. Not close enough to make you uncomfortable, but close enough where he could feel the warmth radiating off of you. The house was cold, but even being around you he felt himself heating up. Maybe it was just your aura, or possibly it was just Namjoon’s blush.

Namjoon looked from your face, to the sleeping baby. He found another chance to flirt. “You know, I should congratulate your parents.”

“Hm?” You turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“They make very pretty children,” he grinned at you and you giggled.

“You underestimate me,” you said. “It’s not every day you see a walking goddess,” you flipped your hair and leaned back on the couch, giggling at yourself. You didn’t really think that of course, you thought your face was ordinary if anything. You didn’t think you were pretty, but you didn’t think of yourself as ugly. You didn’t think of anyone as ugly really. Maybe it was just the kind of person you were.

Namjoon took that comment in as self confidence, and one of the most attractive things he found attractive about a woman was self confidence.

“Of course I do. I see you almost every day, don’t I?” He replied back, agreeing.

You giggled and blushed, adverting your gaze to your brother who was still sleeping soundly.

“Want to play a video game?” You said changing the subject. As long as you kept the volume low, you thought you could do it without waking your brother.

“Sure. You have overwatch?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes! It’s my favorite game,” you smiled.

Another score, Namjoon thought. A girl who was beautiful, smart, had a melodic laugh, and plays video games. What else could he ask for? “Great. Could we play that then?”

“Sure,” you smiled and got up. Namjoon always wondered if you got tired of smiling. Most of the time when he was looking at you you were smiling. Not that he was complaining, he could look at your smile all day.

He watched you put the game in, and return back to the couch. “Prepare to get your ass beat,” you grinned and handed him the controller.

“In your dreams sweetheart,” he teased.

-

It was about 9:00 pm now, and you had played 10 matches. 5 of which you won, 5 Namjoon won.

About 8 matches through your brother started to get fussy so you took him to his room to his own crib to sleep, making sure to turn the baby monitor on.

“I’ll make you a deal…” Namjoon started. He was really going to take a risk saying this wasn’t he.

“Oh really?” You asked looking up at him. You were leaning on his chest, feet curled up underneath you. It’s just how you happened to drift throughout playing the game, and neither of you were complaining.“

“If I win the next game…” Namjoon ignored the anxiety eating away at his insides. “I get to kiss you.” He said.

A smirk danced on your lips. “Deal.” You said.

Namjoon grinned. “Let’s go then,” he said already starting a new game. He was determined to win.

But so were you. There was no way in hell you were going to let him win. Not that you didn’t want to kiss him, God you wanted to kiss him, but you wanted to impress him. Making him think he wouldn’t get to kiss you excited you, it was slightly evil you thought.

“Yes!” You said a little too loudly when you reached your victory. You pumped your fists into the air. “I win,” you turned to Namjoon, grinning.

“You win,” Namjoon repeated, upset he didn’t win. He really wanted to win. Maybe you just didn’t want to kiss him.

Namjoon was looking at the tv screen.

“Namjoon,” you said to call his attention.

“Hm?” He turned his head looking at you until he felt something soft and warm on his lips.

Namjoon could’ve sworn he went into cardiac arrest when he realized you we’re kissing him.

You pulled away a few seconds later grinning at the perplexed look on his face. “B-But you won…” Namjoon whispered, a bright blush plastered on his face.

“So? That doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you,” you smiled. Namjoon stared at you a bit longer before placing a hand on your waist and pulling you into another kiss, this one more passionate than the other since you were both expecting it.

God, kissing never felt so good. Especially when the person Namjoon had basically been in love with for a year was halfway on his lap, one hand on his thigh, the other resting on his shoulder. He gripped your hip lightly, bringing you all the way onto his lap, wrapping both hands around your waist to bring you closer, and both of your hands transferred to being wrapped around his neck.

The kiss became more heated, and he felt more warmth once he got your mouth open. He focused on the noises of your lips colliding with each other, the soft pants as your make out session grew longer and heavier. This is all Namjoon ever wanted. This is more than he wanted. And definitely more than he expected.

You sucked on his bottom lip, and dragged it out with your teeth, lips traveling down his jaw and neck. Namjoon groaned at the sensation of your soft lips on his skin. “Y/n…” He accidentally let slip out.

He started to wonder how it would feel with your lips elsewhere… Namjoon scolded himself for such thoughts and stopped when he became so aware of the growing strain in his jeans. Fuck..

Namjoon’s grip on your waist tightened when you pulled his shirt off, lips reattaching to his jaw. You shifted on his hips and he groaned. You brought one hand down to palm him, giggling at how hard he felt. “Wow,” you giggled and continued to kiss his neck. You couldn’t help but start to get excited yourself.

You started to suck on his skin but his voice stopped you. “Y/n don’t leave a mark, your parents would see and-”

“Shhh,” you hushed him, not daring to look up at him as you’d be too embarrassed. This was already too much for you, and you couldn’t believe he was even letting you be slightly dominant. But you made up your mind right then and there that if this went as far as fucking, you would definitely fuck.

You went farther down to his collarbones, where you knew his shirt would cover, and you started to suck harshly on the skin. Namjoon breathed out the quietest moan, massaging the back of your thigh with his hand. You sucked and bit for a few more seconds before leaning back licking your lips, looking at the mark you had left. You had received a hickey before, but only once from your friend when you were like 15. You had never given one, but you were slightly proud of yourself for this. You dared to look up at Namjoon, and you were frozen in place. His eyes were filled with lust, pupils huge, and he looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t sort out as anger or hunger.

“Your fun is over,” he whispered in a very husky voice as he leant into you, that both scared you and excited you.

“Oh really?” Your eyes couldn’t decide where to look. His abs, his lips, or his eyes. “I think its just started.” You squeaked when he grabbed your ass, flipping you so you were lying back on the couch and he was on top of you.

Oh yeah, you were definitely fucking.

Namjoon attacked your lips again, he just couldn’t get enough of it. Sure, letting you straddle him and give him hickeys was fun, but this was definitely more fun, when he could be in control. You raked your hands through his hair and propped your hips up, wrapping your legs around his waist so your thighs grazed his boner.

He began to nip his way down your neck, not leaving any marks just yet, and you decided to egg him on a little bit, grazing your nails on his bare back and let out a small moan. You grinned to yourself.Wow this was fun. His hands had just started to mess with the hem of your leggings when you froze. You heard a car door shut outside.

Namjoon stopped when you did. “Wha-”

“Shit,” your face went red and you pushed him off quickly, fixing his hair. “Put your shirt on my parents are home,” you spoke quickly and his eyes widened and he went to put his shirt back on.

You fixed your own hair, sitting normally on the couch. “I can’t believe my parents cockblocked me,” you grumbled and picked up the discarded game controller.

Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle at that. You really were something special. By the time your parents walked through the door the both of you only looked like two normal innocent teenagers playing video games. Your mom walked into the room. “Oh, y/n,” she said slightly surprised. You paused the game and stood up and bowed.

“Hi mom….” You said sheepishly. Namjoon couldn’t believe that the girl who was just climbing all over him was suddenly now acting so shy. Namjoon stood up after you, and you drifted back. He bowed, smiling at your mother. “Hi Mrs. Y/l/n. Y/b/n is asleep upstairs in his crib. Y/n helped me with your son tonight, she’s a very good babysitter.” Namjoon said and straightened up, smiling.

“Thank you Namjoon,” she smiled in return, glancing back at you. She took some cash out of her handbag and handed it to him. “Thank you for babysitting tonight.”

“It was a pleasure,” he said, his words more directed at you rather than your mother.

Namjoon was at the door and he bowed again to your parents. “Have a good night Mrs and Mr y/l/n. I would love to babysit for you again. Goodnight Y/n,” he said looking back at you inside. There you we’re once again leaning on the wall. You winked at him, and gave him a look he couldn’t mistake as anything else.

This isn’t over.

  • *the kitchen, a cottage in Surrey*
  • Sherlock: *excited* Well, what do you think?
  • Molly: *sipping hot chocolate* It's perfect. Plenty of room for bees.
  • Sherlock: *nods* My thoughts exactly *pauses; rubs his hands together* so, when can you move in?
  • Molly: *chokes*
  • Molly: *composes herself* W-what?
  • Sherlock: *raises an eyebrow* You don't expect me to live here alone, do you?
  • Molly: *wide-eyed* Well, I-
  • Sherlock: You've always said you wanted to raise children in the country.
  • Molly: *squeaks* Children?
  • Sherlock: Interested?
  • Molly: *blinking* But I- I mean, it's just- why, why me?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Because I'm stupidly, incandescently, head over heels in love with you.
  • Molly: *smiles* Oh, you silly sod *hugs him* I love you, too *looks up; cheeky* so which one's my room?
  • Sherlock: *narrows his eyes* That's not funny, Molly.
002 || Stranger Things

Request: noneeee

Summary- The group plan to track down the remaining numbers, but Eleven can only find 002. They convince Steve to drive them all the way to her whereabouts, and he’s forced to make a rash decision.

A/N: I’m honestly buzzed for this, so this is my kind of take on for season 3 in personal opinions, feel free to send me requests of what you’d like to see within the next few written things bc this will be a series. I’d love to incorporate some of your guys ideas (will obvs credit) bc yeah, but this is merely based after Season 2 and on my own ideas.

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Peter Parker - Confessions

i thought this was super cute and i hope you guys enjoy it!! 

warnings: kissing and  swearing

word count: 2002

requests are open:))!!

Originally posted by hardyness

sitting in science last period i was trying to keep myself from falling asleep. i could feel my eyes slowly begin to shut as my head was resting on the palm of my hand. peter nudged me as my eyes began to shut completely. i jumped slightly then kicked him under the table, mouthing a few curse words his way. i could see his body vibrating with laughter as my angry face turned to look at the board.

rinnnnnnggggg

the bell sounded and the whole classroom came to life, majority practicality running out of the class. i grabbed my things and followed peter and ned out of the class, we stopped at my locker first i began placing my things back in my locker and grabbed my back pack.

“movie night?” i asked peter a small smile forming on my face once i saw his reaction. his face lit up as a large smile was placed on his face, he nodded his head excitedly as we began making our way to his locker. along the way we lost ned in the crowd of people. peters smile was still on his face when we arrived at his locker.

i love his smile

peter looked at me for a second, his face turned a bright shade of pink and his lips began to twitch up at the ends. “what?” he questioned as he pulled his bag from his locker. “did i say something?” i played dumb with him, i was not going to admit to my best friend of 5 years that i was madly in love with him while he spent all of his time looking at liz completely oblivious to how i feel.

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hey a reminder since the uk’s undergoing a heatwave rn

average temperature in the uk today is about 27 celsius. that’s ~80 farenheit, i think? which to people who live in, for example, the us or australia doesn’t sound all that hot. BUT:

the uk is generally not a hot country, which means we have no infrastructure to deal with heat. our houses are built to keep heat IN, not out. only rich people have air con in their homes. people don’t usually have ice makers/cold water dispensers in their fridges. our roads sometimes…melt.

also: our heatwaves are very humid. 27 celcius feels closer to about 33, 34. humidity makes it harder to sweat, so people get really hot really easily.

what this means is that heatwaves are dangerous in britain. people die. every year we have a heatwave about 500 people die, most often the old, ill, or very young, from heat-related causes. 

what i’m trying to say is: when british people complain about the heat this week, maybe don’t take the piss? we’re miserable enough as a country already, it doesn’t need adding to.

Tomato Sauce

There is nothing that I love more than a bowl of pasta with tomato sauce. Tomato sauce is inexpensive, versatile, and so easy to make. You can literally let it stew for hours unattended while you do your thing. I am known amongst my friends and family as the tomato sauce queen. Here are some of my tips and also some of my favorite recipes. 🍅 

Thick Tomato Sauce 

The only way to make thick tomato sauce is to use canned tomatoes. Fresh tomatoes create a thinner sauce. Trust me. Don’t believe the haters who say that a complex sauce can’t be created in a half hour. They are liars! Thick tomato sauce is great for anything from ravioli to shells. It’s also better for weird pasta shapes (like wheels) than thin pasta, because it coats better. 

1. Pricing. There are different qualities of canned tomatoes, different brands costing anywhere from 89 cents to $6.00. You can taste a slight difference with the tomatoes themselves, but not enough to warrant dropping lots of money. I recommend just going to your local Dollar Store and buying bulk cans of whatever is cheapest. One 12 oz can of tomatoes makes two meals for me.

2. Canned variety. Sometimes I like to buy “fire roasted tomatoes” or “herbed tomatoes” to mix it up. Even with the stronger varieties, any initial taste they have will be mostly covered up by whatever you put in the sauce. Remember: fresh herbs are always better than dried ones! 

3. Building your sauce. If you’re going to put anything that needs cooking in your sauce (NOT meat, but any garlic, onions, mushrooms, carrots) cook these in a sauce pan first. Use oil, not butter. Add any dried herbs or spices you want to this initial mix. 

4. Get going. Add your tomato sauce to the pan and get it bubbling. Now is the time to add anything that doesn’t need cooking (olives, capers, anchovies, pickled anything). I like to use brines in my sauces, so I add them at this point. For example, if I’m making a puttanesca sauce, I’ll add my black olives and pour the black olive juice right into my pan. 

5. Taste it. Take a spoonful and taste it. If you don’t like it’s taste, add some more spices. If it’s too acidic, add tomato paste. At this point you can either turn it on low and let it cook for an hour, which creates a very rich and thick sauce. Or, you can cook some meat or veggies and add your fresh herbs. Always ad your fresh herbs in right before you’re about to eat! Otherwise they’ll wilt and you won’t taste their flavor. 

Some easy thick sauces:

  • Puttanesca: From Series of Unfortunate events (and also Italy). Cook garlic and onions first. Don’t let them brown too much, just get them not raw. Add your canned tomatoes, let the sauce sizzle while adding salt and pepper (don’t go crazy on the salt). Add anchovies, black olives, capers, and other pickled things (pickled mushrooms, jalapeños, pearl onions, etc). Pour your black olive juice right into the sauce pan. Let it cook until the sauce has absorbed the olive juice. Top with cheese.
  • Marinara: Brown some garlic and onions in olive oil. Add tomato paste to the pan after the onions and garlic have turned golden, and swirl it around so that it gets toasted. Add your canned tomatoes and any dried herbs you may be using (thyme, parsley, oregano… but be gentle with your oregano pouring). Let reduce if you added the dried herbs, otherwise add fresh herbs and serve immediately. Put this on your pizza or in your lasagna. 
  • Bolognese: Cook your meat first with oil, seasoning with cumin, garlic powder, pepper and salt. Or whatever spice blend you enjoy. Remove the cooked meat, and use the juices as the base for your tomato sauce. Pour your canned tomatoes and mix the sauces. Add chopped carrots or your other favorite vegetables. Cook until the veggies are fork tender, and add your meat back in. Hearty and warming! 

Thin Tomato Sauce 

This type of sauce always reminds me of summertime at my parent’s house when my mom would make her basil tomato sauce (see bellow). A thin sauce doesn’t have to be lighter than a thick sauce, but it definitely interacts with pasta differently and really needs a long pasta or a penne pasta to properly pick it up.

1. Fresh tomatoes. You don’t need to spend your lifesavings on beautiful heirloom tomatoes (in fact I’d urge you to just eat any heirloom tomato you happen upon raw). Any old tomato will do, even ones that are starting to sag and move towards the end of their lives. One fresh tomato makes two meals for me.

2. Cutting tomatoes. Cut the bottom of the tomato off and slice your tomato that way, cutting into the core. This way, no part of your tomato goes unused. For quick cooking, chop the tomato up small. If you have more time, leave large chunks to caramelize. You get a bit more flavor this way, but we don’t all have the luxury of time, so don’t stress about it.

3. Sauce base. With this type of tomato sauce, your base is 90% oil. The tomatoes themselves aren’t heavy enough to carry themselves, so do not skimp on the oil. I recommend cooking garlic and onions and browning them before adding your tomatoes. Allow them to dissolve into the sauce while you do your dishes or whatever. 

4. Acidity. Fresh tomatoes can make for a really acidic sauce. Make sure to cook some veggies or meat to help balance out the flavor. Cook these in a separate pan while your tomatoes are reducing. Remove them, and pour their juices into the sauce. I recommend bacon. 

5. Too much reducing/gloppy sauce. You may have to add water if your sauce becomes too reduced. Don’t worry if you add too much water, just let the sauce reduce to a comfortable consistency. Add your fresh herbs minutes before it’s done. I would skip the spices or dried herbs, their taste is too powerful for this sort of sauce. 

Some easy thin sauce combos: 

  • Hello onion: Caramelize half an onion. Chop it up into thin slices so that it will cook faster. Cook bacon and pour the drippings over the cooking onion. Add your fresh tomatoes and add water to help everything reduce. Be careful adding salt, the pasta will have salt from the bacon juices already. Add the crumbled bacon after you’ve turned the sauce off. 
  • Mom’s basil sauce: Using olive oil and chopped garlic, cook tomatoes with salt and pepper. Add basil when the tomatoes have reduced. 
  • Veggie blast: Brown onions and garlic (or not). After they’ve browned, add your favorite veggies to the sauce. I have a soft spot for squashes so I like to use eggplant and whatever squash we have in our fridge. I encourage you to get creative and to try different things. Add your tomatoes shortly after adding your veggies, because you don’t want the veggies to overcook and becoming mushy. Add spinach or kale after the sauce has reduced, and season heavily with salt and pepper. Seriously, veggies need salt.
studying 101: how to stay focused, motivated, and on track.

lots of you have been messaging me asking for study tips and methods i personally use, so here is a masterpost for studying that i’ve created for all of you! feel free to reblog and add your own advice, but just remember to keep in mind that learning is a very individualized process and what may work for me may not work for you. that being said…here we go!


staying focused

- an app called self control (which i think is only available for mac) is perfect for people who use their laptops to do work but always find themselves aimlessly browsing buzzfeed, facebook, and twitter instead. it blocks websites for you for a specified amount of time so you can’t access them! what i like to do is set it for anywhere from 1 to 2 hours, do some intense studying, and then reward myself with a 15 minute break. then i set the timer again.

- sometimes when i try to sit and study for long periods of time, i start to get antsy and starting fiddling with my pens or shifting in my seat a little too much. what i do to combat this is get out of my seat and do a very quick mini work out to calm my nerves and get the restless feeling out of my system. this also helps if i start to feel drowsy or tired because it helps get oxygen to your brain and gets blood flowing! i like to do to 10 jumping jacks, 10 sit ups, 10 pushups, and 10 squats.

- switch up your studying methods occasionally. there’s nothing more boring than copying notes everyday or reading chapter after chapter of the same textbook. quiz yourself with flashcards, create a diagram or chart instead of plain notes, annotate your textbook as your read with different pens… varying your methods of study will not only help you grasp the material better (since you’re learning it in many different ways), but it’ll keep you from getting bored.

- turn off your cell phone. i’m sorry. but seriously. turn it off. put it away. and none of that “i’ll just put it on silent” bullshit. turning it off is way better because then you get too impatient/lazy to turn it on and use it again.

- try not to devote more than 5-6 hours of studying per day. after that long, your brain becomes over-tired and stops processing information as well. there’s no point in forcing yourself to sit any longer. i myself usually study for 3-4 hours a day, and if i need to do more than that, i’ll do one session in the morning/afternoon and one in the evening.


staying motivated

- keep a picture of nicki minaj giving one of her “stay in school” speeches on your desk/as your laptop background (when you’re using it to do work). seriously. and if you’re not a fan of nicki then bye.

- this is so preschool, but when me and my roomie lived in the dorms our first year (of college), we would put up tests that we got an A on on our mini fridge. seeing them displayed there made us want to study more for exams and tests because we got so excited to pin shit up on the fridge. try it. it’s surprisingly rewarding.

- there’s an extension for the google chrome browser called momentum that displays as your home page your main goal for the day and a to-do list. i’ve found this is really helpful because whenever i start up my computer in the morning, i’m shown what i need to do for the day (along with a pretty nature picture - you’ll see what i mean when you install it) and can check things off as i go.

- while you eat breakfast, make a to-do list for the day and include one thing you’ve already done (e.g. cook & eat breakfast). that way, you already get to check something off and it’s easier to keep going for the rest of the things you have to do. 


staying on track

- keep a planner/agenda. i personally like having a physical agenda, but i know some people who prefer their phones for convenience. i look for agendas with a monthly calendar followed by a week on two pages. what i like to do is take my syllabi i’m given on the first day of class and write down all of the major assignments or tests in my planner and highlight them so they’re easily seen. i write down the readings week by week since those are subject to change, whereas major tests/papers usually do not.

- speaking of syllabi, keep them where they’re easily seen. for example, tape them above your study desk so you have easy access to assignment and reading due dates as well as contact information and office hours for your professors.

- some classes are modeled such that the current week’s lesson build upon what you learned in the previous week. it’s very easy to fall behind in such classes, so what i like to do is go over the notes i took in lecture and rewrite them in more explicit terms. if there’s something in my notes i can’t explain to myself, i’ll flag it and take it to my professor’s office hours (or simply email them, if the question is simple enough) so i’m not clueless come the next lesson.

- #SundayGetShitDoneDay. yep. it’s totes a thing. use your sundays to try and get ahead with the reading assignments. i’ve found that reading assignments (as opposed to online assignments or papers) are the first things to get ignored once the workload increases. try and combat this by doing them ahead of time on the weekend.


that’s everything i can think of off the top of my head! feel free to message me with other/specific questions you may have and i’ll try my best to help you out. i hope you found this guide useful! happy studying! :)