Before I begin, I would like to make 2 things perfectly clear: 1. I am not a therapist or anything like that. I am just stating my opinions/observations/assumptions. None of which need be taken seriously. 2. Here there be spoilers. Now, let’s get started, shall we?
Who he is:
Cassian Jeron Andor is a loner; he has maybe one friend at the start of the movie. He is quiet; he rarely says more than needs to be said at any given moment. Both of these traits stem from one: practicality. Cassian is an unbelievably practical man. He doesn’t bother with friends because he doesn’t see the point. He doesn’t get very emotional (even though he does have emotions) because what would that accomplish? He’s a no-nonsense, get-in, get-out, focus-on-the-mission kind of guy. This is likely a result of his childhood (or lack thereof), but it is also not a bad thing. It’s simply the way he operates.
What he is:
Loyal. To a fault. Once he decides on a path (or a person), he will not leave it. A long time ago, he chose to align with the Rebellion. And so a rebel he is, and a rebel he will stay. Even when being such requires him to do things he doesn’t want to do. Which brings us to…
How he feels (at the beginning of Rogue One):
When we first meet Cassian, he is burnt out. He is still a good spy, soldier, captain, ect., but he lacks conviction. He doesn’t fight because he wants to, but because he thinks he has to. To put it bluntly, he’s in a dysfunctional relationship with the Rebellion. (Odd way to describe it, yes, but I’ve been in a relationship like this before. Please bear with me while I explain.) He gives everything to the rebel cause: his time, his skills, his opinions, and, most importantly, his morals. He lies, steals, kills, and/or lets die, if the mission requires it. All the while, he tells himself that it’s not really wrong, because he’s not doing it for himself. He’s doing it for something he cares about- the Rebellion. This does not make his actions right, of course- murder is murder, no matter the reasons behind it. And Cassian feels this, even if he doesn’t admit it. Saying anything he does is wrong is the same as saying the Rebellion is wrong, and that completely contradicts his “Rebellion = Good” mindset, so he pushes his guilt away. He stuffs his opinions, and, at times, gets angry at himself for having them at all. As Chirrut puts it, he is in a prison of his own making. But fortunately for him (and all of us RebelCaptain shippers), he meets Jyn.
What Jyn means (to Cassian):
At first, Cassian thinks Jyn Erso is nothing but trouble. She is reckless, unpredictable, and selfish. In other words, she does what she wants, when she wants. And that is a very big problem to Cassian, who never does what he really wants to do, deep down inside. But as he soon learns on Jedha, what Jyn wants to do is pretty… great. He witnesses firsthand her kindness, bravery, and selflessness as she risks her life for random kids, risks her safety for his own, and risks getting shot for his only friend, a snarky droid. And she didn’t do any of it because she was told to, or because of the mission. She did it only because she wanted to. This awakens something in Cassian. Call it jealously, if you like. He wants what she has- the freedom to do the right thing, even if it means disobeying orders, even if he doesn’t have permission, even if it’s not practical. He wants to be free to choose. In his mind, Jyn quickly changes from a troublemaker to the embodiment of his trapped morality. And that’s when the real fun begins.
What he’s going through:
So, as stated above, Cassian is devoted to the Rebel cause. But as the movie progresses, he starts to feel a kind of loyalty to the cause that is Jyn. Unfortunately, these two causes don’t mix well. The Rebellion doesn’t need Jyn after Jedha, and Jyn doesn’t want any part in the Rebellion. And then there’s that whole issue of him being on a mission to assassinate Jyn’s father, who may or may not be a rebel in his own right. Cassian is a good soldier; he follows orders without question. Right now his orders are to kill Galen Erso. But his instincts (and Jyn, and Bodhi, and Chirrut) tell him that his orders are wrong. His interests are divided, his thoughts conflicted, and thus he becomes more and more frustrated. On Edu, he lashes out at everyone around him. But he’s not mad at them- he’s mad at himself for questioning the Rebellion, and he’s mad at the Rebellion for asking so much of him.
What he does about it:
He doesn’t take the shot, obviously. And it’s easy to say, “He didn’t kill Galen because he cares about Jyn” or “He couldn’t pull the trigger because it didn’t feel right”. Both statements would be true. But there’s so much more to it than that. By choosing not to shoot Galen, Cassian finally admits that the Rebellion doesn’t necessarily dictate right and wrong in the Galaxy. He finally allows himself to see the flaws in his “the Rebel cause is always good and perfect” ideology. Finally, for the first time, he goes against direct orders and does what he wants, because he knows it’s the right thing to do. That’s why he looks so distressed on that ridge: he’s just busted through a huge barrier in his subconscious. And you know what? It feels like crap.
At first, it seems like nothing is different. Even without his help, the mission is completed. Galen still ends up dead. Jyn still ends up angry with him. And when they fight, he defends himself, although every one of Jyn’s accusations are true. Even (dare I say especially) her Stormtrooper comment. In this one line, she has him pegged. Cassian refuses to admit it right away, but he is very much aware and ashamed of this fact. He is also aware that the Rebellion will never green-light a mission to Scarif with the evidence they currently possess. Thus, he finds himself at a fork in his road: Does he continue submitting to the Alliance, to his commanding officers, to his cause, even if their next decision will be the wrong one? Or does he follow Jyn into what he knows, in his heart, will be the best hope for the Galaxy? Thank the writers, he chose the latter.
What comes next:
I see a lot of posts talking about the times Cassian came back to Jyn. But what a lot of people (including myself) fail to notice right away is the most important time- the time he stands in front of her and so many others and says, “I believe you.” All the other times are vital (life-saving, in fact), but this time, it’s different. He isn’t acting on instinct; he isn’t rescuing her; he isn’t making excuses. He is making a conscious, life-altering choice to break free from the Rebellion, from the only life he’s ever known, and take up her cause. Finally, he frees himself from his prison and does what he wants. And the irony is that siding with Jyn is not just the right choice, but the practical and loyal one, as well.
How he feels (at the end of Rogue One):
Content. Yes, yes, I know there’s more going on than that. There’s also sorrow and regret and fear and pain and longing. But Cassian Jeron Andor, the Good Soldier, the Selfless Spy, the Rebel Captain, must’ve imagined he’d die at the hands of the Empire. And he likely begged the Universe more than once to let his death be quick, and let it mean something. Well, folks, now, on the beach of Scarif, it’s his time to go. He knows these are his last moments. He knows, too, that he’s done more for the Rebellion on this day than he had in the 20 years previous. He knows he’s completed his mission; he knows he’s given Jyn what she needed; he knows he’s made the right choice, and that it was his choice alone. He knows he’s dying for the cause he lived for. And above all that, he knows he isn’t dying alone.
It’s probably not the end he’d asked for; it’s more.
The future - and it is showing us this loud and clear
This episode was amazing. After flailing and basically shouting all day I am so happy and so excited that I joined tumblr - the quality of posts today has been excellent, both humorous and inciteful and I LOVE YOU ALL :)
I hope its ok I’m going to tag a few great posts in this to reference as I don’t want to go over stuff other people have already meta-d about so excellently!
This episode, titled the future, seems to me to be Dabb basically telling us what he wants for the next part of the show, the “better way” that he wants to take it.
So here are my main bullet points that I will expand on a little below and link those excellent posts to where relevant:
Sam is clearly portrayed again, recurrently as the researcher, the “brains” of the operation (before you say ‘Dean is so clever though!’ I’m just pointing out Sam’s love of the scholarly side of things and how this is where he fits). Sam’s endgame must now be to head up the MoL/hunter network in this respect.
B. Sam and Dean
They work so well as a team here, Sam putting a tracker in Cas’s phone while he’s distracted by Dean, researching v whatever Dean was doing (maybe making a pining mixtape along the lines of “all by myself” and “I miss you” “please come home”, BUT they are shown as different people, with different interests, skills and relationships - with Cas for example, & not codependent. Again hammering this home in this episode. THANK YOU DABB, GLYNN & BERENS.
C. THE RECURRING AND CONSISTENT NARRATIVE OF DESTIEL.
This whole episode is one big love fest. We went from one ‘wow I can’t believe they just did that!’ to the next to the next with hardly enough time for us to catch out breath! WHAT WAS THIS EPISODE?!
3. The Dean “keep it” parallels, the first one that came to my mind was Arwen (another human+ / eternal being who decided to relinquish immortality couple):
Aragon: this belongs to you. Arwen: keep it, it was a gift… it is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart.
But also all the other ‘gift’ tropes, the standard romantictrope that when a couple breaks up you return the gifts…. I think Cas wasn’t sure he was going to be forgiven, after Dean’s outburst in the war room, so he goes to return the cassette, but Dean does forgive him nearly instantaneously, which actually makes it even worse that he has to steal the colt straight after…
5. The difference between Sastiel and Destiel again emphasised, more and more this season. I don’t think I even have to detail this, just, basically the whole episode shows this.
6. This magnificent gifset by @magnificent-winged-beast which shows the difference between Dean’s angst at actually watching the colt get destroyed and the potential killing of Cas…
Slight aside - Performing!Dean.
This magnificent gifset that shows Dean’s facade coming down, he doesn’t even attempt to make it sound less ‘gay’ when he tells Sam that Cas came to his room, played him and took the colt from his secret hiding place under his pillow, he even looks down before he says it like he KNOWS how it is going to sound but says it anyway.
And Sam doesn’t even flinch. YES THANK YOU DABB, GLYNN & BERENS!
4. SO…WHY is Dean still doing everything he did for Cas during this episode and still defending him to Sam even though he appeared pissed and Cas repeatedly betrayed him?
Well, in 12x12 Cas said “I love you”, clearly understood by Dean (and Sam to be directed at Dean). There was no real reciprocation though from Dean, other than Dean family-zoning him and Sam’s fantastic “we are doing this for you, Cas”.
So regarding Dean, Cas is hurt and believes it isn’t reciprocated. Now Dean is pissed and still using the WE card at every turn, so what is a celestial being to do? Cas assumes this is the end, that there is no hope, he returns the mixed tape. BUT Dean says no keep it, this is NOT the end.
Cas understands that this is therefore not the end, but it is complicated. He explains that he wanted to “come back with a win for you…. for myself”. He wants this for Dean and for himself, this is very important, everything he is doing now and in the future is NOT all about Dean, there is his own agency and morality involved here too.
For Cas, when it comes to it, he wants this reciprocation of his love of course, but right now he has bigger fish to fry and really he wants to protect Sam and Dean and save the world.
Now, going back to the “what the hell is wrong with you man?” followed by an awkward silence…. and where Cas then goes to return the gift. Yes, Cas feels that he has said his piece in 12x12 and is rebuffed, but meanwhile Dean is struggling with what Cas has said and everything else that is going on. He has a lot on his plate, not only Cas but his own personal history, his deep seated issues that he is clearly working on this season (see all the performing!Dean facade crumbling meta going around), his issues around his mother, the BMoL, Lucifer, the nephilim…. I mean that is a lot for an emotionally healthy person let a lone DEAN WINCHESTER.
Dean is trying to say / show how he feels he’s just rubbish at it, but he’s getting better!
“We?” “Yes dumbass, WE.” This is his forgiveness. And it is betrayed just moments later. But does this stop him trusting Cas again? NO.
THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. For their dynamic, to show that they still do ultimately trust each other.
EVEN AFTER EVERYTHING DEAN STILL DEFENDS CAS TO SAM!
Oh, and I just need to add how desperate I am for Sam to turn to Dean soon and just say “No, Dean, this is between you and Cas, stop bringing me into this”. PLEASE I SWEAR I WILL BE GOOD! I mean, how repeated, consistent and out of place it was (I mean, not only to shippers, I think anyone would think it was out of place the way it was portrayed in their personal conversation in Dean’s room) - this has got to be addressed, no?!
5. A better way
So. What does this mean moving forwards?
Well, firstly, I have moved from being 85% sure Destiel would be endgame to about 95% sure. Lets be real. This episode cements this. Whether you like it or not, it’s happening.
So, what is the better way?
Overall, it seems that Dabb wants to move things forwards. And his key points all season are Free Will, breaking from past repressions and negative influences, moving forwards with what the characters choose and want for their endgame and for sure now endgame Destiel.
I have in the past speculated about quite a lot of stuff, some right and some… still to be seen and some not right, but the overall arc speculation that I saw foreshadowed since early season 12 is RIGHT ON TRACK.
Now, the question is will Dabb go backwards and go to the old, standard SPN ways where probably Dean and Cas will be separated, Cas will be wrong again in his trust in the nephilim - it WILL be evil (rehash of s6 and s8) and he will need to be ‘broken’ from the mind control by Dean in a stronger crypt scene etc etc etc.
Or will he move forwards, onto a “better way”? Will we get another s11 ‘happy ending’? Where it appears all good but there is still stuff going on behind the scenes for s13… Or maybe a not so happy ending but that ultimately will be resolved happily?
Maybe the baby has it’s grace removed (so glad this is an option it was driving me insane that they hadn’t mentioned it by now!) OR it’s not evil at all! it’s the ANTI-anti-Christ, it chose Cas because he is Lucifer’s mirror in that he LOVES Humanity. I mean, the whole point of the show is agency, free will and not being forced to follow the result of your parentage / past ….especially this season with Sam and Dean’s arcs….
Maybe human!Cas, potential hunter Daddies, Cas staying at home calling Dean while he’s out on MOTW hunts with Sam being all “Dean there’s poop everywhere, I’m sorry it got on your favourite shirt, but please please come home this is so hard!” “OK babe, don’t worry, we’ll be back tomorrow, the case was a milk run!” when actually Dean nearly died and Sammy saved the day and…. etc because really? what are we supposed to think from that motel scene? With Cas smiling all cute and using the world “righteous” when talking about the kids future guardian?! (and Kelly survives if we are going to be extra nice).
Maybe Lucifer will die / be dealt with and it is the MoL that are the big bad next year…..aiding the overall future arc of TFW as leaders of the MoL/Hunter collaboration (Chuck I hope so).
Or will it be a mix of the two?
Well my money is on that it will be a mix….
DABB IS SHOWING US THE FUTURE Y’ALL. AND THE FUTURE IS BRIGHT.
To increase passion, devotion, and happiness in a relationship.
1 pt Bloodroot
1 pt Red Roses
1 pt Rose-scented Incense Powder
½ pt Hibiscus Flower
½ pt Jezebel Root
½ pt Cherry Bark
½ pt Red Clover
Pinch of Dragon’s Blood
Grinding Device (Mortar & Pestle or Spice Grinder)
Grind each ingredient separately to produce fine powder. Sieve the material through the mesh strainer into the collection dish; this removes the larger ungrindable pieces and gives you cleaner powdered herb. (Pro-Tip:Putting a funnel under the strainer helps reduce lost material.)
Retain the leftover large pieces that don’t make it through the strainer. You can use this for loose incense or charm bags later. Remember, witchlings: waste not, want not!
Combine the component powders in the collection dish, mix well, and bottle immediately.
Sprinkle a pinch in the corners of your bedroom to increase happiness and passion. Use in any spellwork related to fidelity, increased devotion, better communication, or re-connecting with your partner(s). Burn as you would any powdered incense for these purposes as well. If you wish to use the powder as incense, you may want to add just a pinch or two more Rose incense powder or Dragon’s Blood oil and mix well to help it burn more completely.
(Safety Note: If you are allergic to any of the ingredients in this recipe, please do not make it.)
Hi! I love your art style…it’s given me the courage to start posting again instead of just reblogging everything. (I have already posted a picture of a poster I had done for international women’s day.) I hope to start posting more before my break is up! If not by then than sometime really soon!
Anyway, I love your your Jamilton and Jonsnavi posts. So I thought why not combine the two. This is in fact this is my first time drawing Usnavi and Johan and my first time drawing Jefferson and Hamilton in a lovers light. I love the reincarnated lovers AU with a bit of anguish. I think these two ships could mix well in that universe. And thus this piece was born! Thanks for the ship posts for the inspiration.
If this is a grapefruit cocktail, does that mean we can drink it for breakfast? 🤔
Pink Grapefruit Margarita
1.5 oz Patron Silver tequila
1 oz Cointreau
0.5 oz lime juice
1 oz grapefruit juice
1 lime wedge
1 lime wheel to garnish
flower of choice to garnish
One > Pour all ingredients into a cocktail shaker over ice. Shake until well mixed.
Two > Run the lime wedge along the rim of a martini glass. Cover the rim in salt.
Three > Strain the liquid from the cocktail shaker into the martini glass.
Four > Garnish with lime wheel and flower. Enjoy! http://ift.tt/2wOcYJt
Taeyong overreacted too much sometimes, especially when it came to the thought of breaking up with you.
this is a mix of two ideas but honestly neither worked well alone so i smashed them together and got this :D. this is for @cremethorns because she was dying over her finals so i thought i’d write this for her but her finals are over so. whoops? have it anyways <3 enjoy ^^
Summary: Running into a stoned vortex club and baking them cookies can have some unexpected consequences. Especially when you are left alone with the king himself that you just happen to crushing on. Those are consequences that (y/n) can’t say she dislikes, because she in fact very much loves them.
Genre: Suggestive fluff, slight humor
Word count: 2,244
(Y/n) sighed and slipped her backpack on. She stood up and stretched her arms over her head. She had just put in a couple hours of studying in the library and was beyond ready to go back her dorm. She had to get material down tonight, because the test was in two days and there was no way in hell she was getting any studying in tomorrow night. Not when she was being dragged of to a Vortex club party by Dana. She waved goodbye to the librarian walked out of the building. She rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm them up. She glanced over her surroundings.
The campus really was a different place at night. The hustle and bustle was replaced with stillness and crickets chirping. The cold air felt almost cleansing to her lungs, so she took a deep breath in and held it for a few seconds. She decided that a moment like this was too good to pass up, so she took a seat on one of the benches. She closed her eyes and just rested there for a few moments. Her peace was interrupted however when the loud laughter of people she recognized broke the silence.
There in all their glory, and infamy, walked the Vortex club. They all looked like they were having trouble walking from the way they stumbled and leaned on one another. Hayden blew out a thick cloud of smoke and passed something she knew wasn’t a cigarette to Victoria. (Y/n)’s eyes froze on the girl, she hadn’t talked to her since the girl’s party she held in the dorms. She in fact was avoiding the blonde, and she was sure Victoria knew it by the look she gave her. They had been playing truth or dare (Y/n) and the memory was flooding back to her.
Victoria took another drag off of her cigarette, and looked around the room with a smirk. “Alright bitches, who is gonna be my next victim.” Her eyes fell on (Y/n). Victoria let out a laugh. “Since everyone’s favorite twee pixie hipster poser didn’t show up, I guess i’m going to have to pick you, (Y/n). So what’s it going to be, truth or dare?” “Uh-” “Pick fast, I don’t have all night you know.”
If there was one thing that (Y/n) knew it was that Victoria Chase was known for the most vicious dares a person could come up with. She made a girl stand in nothing but her bra and panties, in the rain, while singing some stupid show tune. She videoed the whole thing too and put it online. (Y/n) didn’t want that, so she hesitantly replied ‘truth’. She immediately regretted it when Victoria’s expression mimicked a cat who had a mouse cornered.
“Who do you think is the hottest guy here at Blackwell? One that you’d like to just have bend you over and then cuddle into afterwards, you seem like the affectionate type.” Her eyes went wide, and all she could think was ‘fuck’. She couldn’t answer that, not when the person happened to be the person that Victoria thought of as a brother. She stared at the girl like a deer caught in the headlights. “I’m waiting, (Y/n). Or would you rather me gather the entirety of the boys dorm and have them watch while you dive into the pool naked. Your choice, make it a wise one.”
(Y/n) gulped and looked down at the ground. “Nathan Prescott.” Her eyebrow shot up. “Did you just say the name I think you did?” “I answered your damn question and you heard me. Besides it’s my turn, you don’t get to ask me another one.” She never saw the other girl look so fucking smug until that moment.
That smirk that was on her face that night returned when Victoria set her sights on her. “Guys, I think I found the the cure to our little hunger problem. (Y/n) fucking (L/n) is sitting right there. Best baker in my dorm.” Her group’s eyes all found their way to the sitting girl. “Fuck yeah, Vic. You’re right.”
“And i’m sure she would be more than happy to help us, right (Y/n)? You are coming to our party, right? Wouldn’t want to mess that up.”
(Y/n) sighed and shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t; but i’m not sure how i’ll be able to make you anything. Curfew is in like five minutes, Victoria.”
“I don’t give a fuck about curfew.” She snapped. She took a breath and smoothed out her hair. “But fine, if you’re so fucking worried we’ll just leave Nate with you. No one will say a fucking word to you if he’s there. I want chocolate chip cookies. A lot of them. Bring them to my room.” She paused and then looked at her ‘brother’.
“If that’s cool with you Nate, of course.” She was smart enough, even though she was high off her ass, to not tell Nathan what to do. They all knew how that would turn out. None of them wanted their great day to be ruined. “Fine. What the fuck ever, as long as I get something fucking sweet. I’m taking the joint though or i’m not going.” Victoria pouted and took one last puff before she handed it to him. “You better be fast, (Y/n). Come on guys, lets go.”
Before they had completely vanished, Nathan was already barking at her. “Come on, hurry your ass up.” She rushed to follow him, but stayed a few paces behind him. She didn’t want to piss him off by getting all up in his space, she knew what happened to people who did. Well, that mixed with the fact she was a shy, awkward mess around him. More so the latter reason if she was being honest. Anytime he was more than a few feet away from her she could feel her brain turn into mush, her heart start to beat faster, and all the color go to her cheeks.
It was hard not to in her defense. What girl wouldn’t swoon over his light brown hair (especially that one little strand the fell on his forehead), his blue eyes, baby face, and lips that are just oh so kissable. (Y/n) shook her head, she got distracted. Her throat felt dry and she felt so thankful when they finally reached the entrance they needed. The door was, luckily, unlocked. That David Madsen may have talked a big game, and certainly did follow students around, but he slipped on the simplest of security procedures. Locking doors and never been his strong suit.
She let out a small laugh when she thought of the guard. ‘Thanks, asshole. I’ll still get to go to the party after all.’ Nathan walked through first, and she followed through closely after him. She walked behind him into the school’s community kitchen. His red varsity jacket was quite the contrast the the beige and cream walls surrounding them. His camera was hanging off his neck, and the lens glinted when she flipped the lights on.
Her eyes fell on him once again, but quickly averted them when he noticed. “Just what the fuck are you looking at, huh?” He barked at her.
“Stop your fucking stuttering.” He walked towards her and pushed her against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to make sure the focus was on him. “Wanted to get a good look at ‘Psycho Prescott’, is that it? Huh?” His hands went besides both sides of her face and he leaned down so they were almost on the same level. He towered over her. “ You scared, (Y/n)?” She shook her head and took a deep breath. “No to both of them, Nathan.”
“Why aren’t you scared to be alone with with someone like me? Someone that your bitch friend Price calls crazy. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to you and no one is here to stop me.” “Because you’re not a bad person, Nathan. I don’t think that you’ll hurt me.” He looked in her eyes for a moment, watched her cheeks get redder and scoffed. He pushed away from her and leaned against the counter.
“Just start making the fucking cookies already. I mean god damn, i’m fucking starved and I bet Vic is too.” She nodded and set down her bag. She walked to the pantry and got what she needed from there. She heard a zipper and turned to see him going through her bag. She let it go, not wanting to anger him any more than she had. She sent them down, and got the eggs and butter from the fridge. She set those down as well and got two mixing bowls and a large wooden spoon out as well.
“Now just to put up my hair,” She was about to walk over and get one from her bag when she felt Nathan’s hand on her head. He gathered up her hair and pulled it through a tie she presumed he had taken from her bag. She was frozen and he leaned close to her ear. “Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart.” His voice was low and his hands ran down her arms. He walked away and took a seat on the counter, watching her. She swallowed hard and preheated the oven to 375 degrees.
She mixed her flour, baking powder and salt in the smaller of the two bowls. In the larger she mixed her sugars, butter, and vanilla extract. Then she added each egg one at a time. She swore she could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of her head. Her hands were a little shaky and she adding her four mixture into the larger bowl in intervals. During that process however she managed to get flour all over shirt. She cussed brought a hand up to push up her glasses, what in turn left some flour on her cheek. She heard Nathan let out laugh and she turned her head to look at him with a smile on her face.
She was greeted with the sight of him looking through his camera. She heard a click and then saw him look at the screen to view his shot. “Why the hell did you do that?” She laughed out and shook her head. Nathan smirked and looked up at her.
“I like capturing beauty in my photography.” He felt a special form of pride grab ahold him when he watched her face practically catch on fire. Sometimes he liked watching things burn. She dropped her spoon as well, which was even more pleasing. Something about a girl turning into a fumbling fool around him was just so satisfying.
She turned around quickly and picked up the fallen instrument off the table. She mixed in the little bits of semi sweet heaven into the dough and chose not to respond to Nathan’s last comment. She sprayed the cookie sheets with some off brand anti stick spray and used a tablespoon to scoop out the proper amount of dough for a cookie. She placed them and had enough for two full sheets plus a little more. She opened the oven and placed them in. She set a timer on her phone for ten minutes.
“They will take a little while to cook, so you can have some of this extra dough with me if you want.” He hopped off the counter and she took some of it on her fingers. She brought them up to her mouth, but before she could have a taste Nathan grabbed her wrist. He instead ate the dough off of her. (Y/n)’s breath caught in her throat. His eyes closed and he let out what sounded like a small moan. He walked forwards and trapped her body against his and the island she was previously working at.
His head fell close to her shoulder, and his hands gripped the marble behind her. He took in a deep breath and moved his face to look at hers. “Vic told me.” (Y/n)’s went wide. “Nathan, I am so sor-” “So it is true then. You want me to bend you over?” He asked, clearly amused.
“What? No! I mean, it’s not like I don’t want you to, but never said that. Victoria did.” “Sure she did.”
She opened her mouth to defend herself once again but was quickly silenced when his lips met hers. His were surprisingly soft. His and went up to cup her cheek and her eyes fluttered shut. She leaned into him and returned the kiss. Her hand went to his chest and grabbed his jacket. Nathan pulled away slightly to take a breath before he leaned into kiss her again, only this time the kiss was much harder. His teeth tugged at her bottom lip and (Y/n) the hint to open up her mouth. She could still taste the cookie dough.
His hand snaked back to her hair and he pulled it, moving her head to the side. He kissed down her jaw to her neck. Her breath hitched and she pulled him closer. He pulled down the zipper on her hoodie and slipped the garment off her shoulders. He scraped his teeth along her neck and she let out a noise that he knew he wanted to hear again. Her hands trailed down his belt. The next sound that Nathan heard was one that really did almost make him lose it. It was the fucking alarm on her phone.
“Nathan, I have to get those.” she sighed, pushing him away. He huffed.
2d and murdoc being super protective of their pregnant s/o pls
He would make sure you were comfortable wherever you went together. He’d buy you lots of cushions, and all the newest technology for pregnancies. You’d insist you don’t need any of it, but he’d do it anyways.
He’d be by your side constantly, watching in case anyone got too close when you were out together. Swarming fans and pregnant partners don’t mix very well. He had two people to protect now.
Apparently, morning sickness isn’t inclusive to mornings. Who knew? He’d be there to hold your hair back anyways, no matter what time of day or night it was.
Stu Pot (2D):
Oh man, if he was clingy before you’d have never guessed it could get worse. He’d take every opportunity to have his arms wrapped around you until they wouldn’t reach around anymore. Even the task of walking would become more difficult with him dragging behind you.
He would love to leave kisses on your stomach (for the baby), and sing to it. He’d even write up some lullabies.
He’d give up everything that you have to. No drinking, no smoking, nothing. He’d be with you 100% of the way. You would be his priority and he wouldn’t leave your side for anything.
Note: this recipe is inspired by but does not appear in the Elder Scrolls
Rorikstead is Skyrim’s most fertile farming village and churns out all sorts of delicious fresh produce ranging from fruits and vegetables to meat and dairy. It’s my favourite place to buy ingredients, and when I was there I learned of a delicious brown cheese made from the whey of cow or goat milk by Cowflop Farmhouse.
This cheese, also known as brunost, is a local special in Rorikstead and after one taste, I was hooked. While the locals enjoy it on some good rye bread with a lick of strawberry jam, I figured that brunost would be a great ingredient to feature in my cooking as it really showcases an ingredient unique to my homeland of Skyrim. Here is my recipe for brown cheese muffins, which are perfect for breakfast and tea. They are flavourful on their own but are also good with fresh butter or jam!
NB: Brunost, or brown cheese, is native to Norway and they come in solid blocks that are cut with a cheese scraper. You can find it at specialty dairy shops or import delis, usually under the brand Tine. There are several different kinds of brunost, but my favourite for this recipe is fløtemysost, which has a delicious sweet flavour and a creamy texture. If you are lactose intolerant, try gjetost, which is made from goat’s milk and is firmer and more savoury.
You will need:
200g brunost, grated
175g plain flour
3 large eggs
75g butter, melted, plus extra for greasing
200ml ricotta or cottage cheese
50g brown sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp vanilla extract
Method: Preheat your oven to 200C/400F. Grease two muffin tins well with butter.
In a large mixing bowl, mix the ricotta and butter.
Add the flour, baking powder, vanilla, and brunost, and mix until a thick batter is formed. The brunost will still be in shreds as opposed to dissolved, which is fine as long as it is evenly mixed through the batter instead of in clumps.
Whisk the eggs and sugar with a balloon whisk until light and fluffy. Add this to the batter and whip until completely blended through.
Pour the mixture into the muffin tins, about ¾ full so they have space to rise, and bake for 15-20 minutes, or until golden brown and slightly crisp on top. Leave to cool for 15 minutes before removing from the tray.
Can be kept for up to a week when refrigerated in an airtight container.