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How to cook Pasta Puttanesca:

Ingredients:

  • 1 35-ounce can of Tuttorosso Italian-style peeled plum-shaped tomatoes
  • 3 or more cloves garlic, lightly smashed and peeled
  • 3 or more anchovy fillets
  • ½ cup pitted, oil-cured black olives
  • 2 tablespoons capers
  • Salt, chili powder and berbere (not pepper)
  • 3 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 pound “interestingly-shaped” pasta (I used both thin spaghetti and rotini)
  • Chopped fresh parsley and basil leaves for garnish

1. Bring pot of water to boil and salt it. Warm 2 tablespoons oil with garlic and anchovies in skillet over medium-low heat. Cook, stirring occasionally, until garlic is lightly golden and anchovies are brown and melty.

2. Drain tomatoes and crush with fork. Add to skillet with a light sprinkle of berbere. Raise heat to medium-high and cook, stirring occasionally, until tomatoes break down and mixture becomes saucy, about 10 minutes. Stir in olives, capers and chili powder, and continue to simmer.

3. Cook pasta, stirring occasionally, until it is tender. Drain quickly and toss with sauce and remaining tablespoon of oil. The fresh basil is highly recommended, if only to make your kitchen smell like a dream.

The aroma is peppy and sharp, lending credit to the the legend of luring customers. The salty anchovy-caper-olive combination packs a punch, so don’t over-salt without tasting. For extra authenticity, prepare the Baudelaires’ chocolate pudding for dessert.

Kind of Like Narnia (Part 2/4)

Raphael (2014/2016) x Reader

Notes: Hi! Part two here, let me know what you think c: Also, I’m using Splinter’s meditation room as ‘the dojo’

Warnings: Swearing, and playboy magazines.

Word count: 991

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


“You are so conceited, and arrogant and just- just- down right rude!” It had been about a week since you’d been staying with the turtles, whilst trying to help Donnie come up with a way of getting you and [P/N] back home. You’d even met April and Casey. But so far, Raphael had managed to piss you off every chance he got.

 You’d crashed on the couch in the lair after spending hours upon hours playing ‘The Legend of Zelda’ with Mikey, and you’d woken up to Raphael screaming at the TV as he watched some weird wrestling show he was into. Right. Next. To. You, and quite rightly, you got very upset. Beauty sleep is important to you.

 “I’m the rude one? Who owns the cat that pissed of my bed on Tuesday? Huh?” 

“Maybe it wouldn’t piss on your bed if it didn’t smell like a toilet bowl all the fucking time!”

“What’re ya even doing in my room for ya to know it smells like a toilet?”

“So you agree!” you laughed mockingly at the red-clad turtles obvious anger

 At this point, the screaming had gotten louder, but not any less threatening. The other turtle brothers had dispersed to their usual spots, and left you and Raphael to shout at each other. However, Master Splinter did not appreciate the yelling, at all.

 “What is all of this noise?” The large rat walked into the room, his glare on the two teenagers in front of him. A dark blush of embarrassment covered your cheeks as Raphael huffed, clearly still aggravated.

“She started it Master Splinter! I say we just kick her out, let her find her own way home.” He growled at you, narrowing his eyes. You glared back at the turtle, sticking your tongue at him. Why was he your favourite turtle again?

“I expect better, from you Raphael,” you grinned, a smug expression on your face as you gave Raph the side eye. “[Y/N] I am disappointed in you also.” Now it was Raphael’s turn to smirk.

“Stop this nonsense, you will both go, and stay in the dojo until you can learn to get along.” He ordered, his face very serious and angry. Raphael’s face dropped, as did yours as you both began to protest. Splinter wasn’t having any of it. He simply gestured for both of you to follow him.


Two hours in and you both were sat on different sides of the dojo, glaring at each other. He was now officially your least favourite turtle. Huffing, you stood up and started wandering around the small room. It was definitely smaller than all the others. There were boom boxes lined up against the back wall, there must have been over 100. As you ran your hand over each of the stereos, Raphael watched you closely. He didn’t trust you, at least not fully.

“I have a question.” He started, sitting up as best as he could. Turning around, you gave him a quizzical look. “Mikey told me ya didn’t freak out when ya first met him, why?” You stared at him for a while, trying to figure out a way to keep your secret, without sounding suspicious or creepy. 

“Just because you guys are different, doesn’t mean I should freak out.” Raphael rolled his eyes, standing up as well and crossing his arms.

“That’s not an answer, shortstack.” Huffing, you crossed your arms as well, imitating his stance. That made him smirk slightly. “Are ya mocking me?” You giggled, stepping back away from him.

“Maybe I am, what’re you gonna do?” He laughed at how you tried to emulate his voice – his ‘Batman Voice.’ You found yourself blushing as he laughed: “You should smile more, you look hot-” your eyes widened as you said that, smiling awkwardly. Raph stared at you quizzically before looking away shyly.

“Thanks…”


Splinter opened the door 37 horribly awkward minutes later – yes you were counting. 

When you both went separate ways, you to the couch you now claimed at your own and Raph to his weights, the turtles and their father watched.

For once, neither of you were arguing; it was surprising. Even Splinter didn’t think it would actually work.

“Give it a couple of days, they will be back to screaming at each other.”


But you weren’t. You stayed out of each other’s way for days, almost as if you both were trying to ignore what you’d said. It was a sweet complement, why were you ignoring each other?

After a while, you got sick of Raphael ignoring you, so you decided to confront him. Leo told you he was in his room, reading a comic book he presumed.

You hesitated before knocking, and barging into the room he shared with Mikey. Sure enough, he was sat on the top bunk reading a comic book with a red vine in his mouth.

“Why are you ignoring me?” you demanded, narrowing your eyes and crossing your arms.

“So now ya decide ta talk ta me.” He rolled his eyes and burrowed deeper under his covers, still concentrating on his comic.

“Yes, I’m talking to you, you could at least have the decency to put that stupid comic down and listen to me!” you jumped on to the ladder of the bunk bed and grabbed his comic, ripping it away from him. However, upon further unwilling inspection, it was not a comic. It was a bunch of half naked girls splashed about on the two-page spread. You yelped and dropped it, staring at Raph who looked absolutely mortified and enraged at the same time. “Get the fuck out [Y/N].” he growled, sitting up straight and watching you dash out of the room.

anti: kylo ren doesn’t deserve redemption. he’s evil, i hate him!1!1!1!1!

bitch then who does????? bb8????

vader never should have been redeemed since he showed ZERO signs of remorse. even after he met luke he was more or less the same asshole except he loved his son and chose him over sidious, yet still - his asshole stat sheet far outweighs ren’s.

here you have ren whom understands how fucked he is since he tells han “its too late” which infers he wants to leave, but something is literally tethering him there. you think he really didnt want to go back? nah, see there is something up with snoke that we don’t know yet. he did something to kylo, you see how he is actually considering leaving with han? then the lighting changes -

that darkness again folks

- and like a fucking LIGHT, he’s the monster again. dark side manipulation does not always involve a totally conscious subject. snoke forged a link with ren since he was in the womb, and yes, that is literal. sure, kylo is making his own choices, but that is after the fact he realizes he is trapped and it is all too late. yet when it counts though, that is not the actual person.

but all the same, he repeats grandpa’s mistakes and ends up trapped because of it. ironic, because he wants to be stronger than vader, yet doesn’t realize how alike they already are.

perfect star wars storytelling.

BRETT IMAGINE- NEW YEARS EVE
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It was New Year’s Eve and Lydia was throwing a giant party. Everyone was there, including you, even though you would rather be at home watching Netflix.

The night was drawing towards midnight, 15 minutes to go. You could see the couples getting closer to each other and singletons who were seeking out other singletons to kiss when the ball drop. You on the other were not bothered if you ended up kissing someone at midnight or not.

Whatever happens, happens.

You were trying to find your friends, not one of them were in sight.

“Hey! Y/n!” Called a familiar voice.

“Brett? Hi! Have you seen Lydia or anyone? ” you questioned

He replied “ She’s kinda occupied, if you know what I mean”

“Okay ew I don’t need to know any more”

You and Brett continued chatting, only realising how long your conversation had been when the count down started,

10

“This is it” you said smiling

9

“2017 here we come!” Brett cheered

8, 7, 6, 5,

Brett looked at you, “Can I try something?”

4

“Sure!” You replied

3

“Okay” he said

“2!, 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” You both screamed along with everyone else,

And with that said Brett took hold of your waist, pulled you closer and placed his lips upon yours.

tfw the bf won’t take a hint….

Wendy upgraded her halloween skills by adding in her girlfriend this year. and yes, she’s probably standing on a box right now. 

illu’s lgbtq week day 1 - Chendy

Submitted by: @chaos-and-the-calm67 

“Hand her over. NOW!” Dean demanded, refusing to put his gun down. He was not leaving without you. He wasn’t going to leave you behind. Not ever again. 

You were forced on your knees, feeling absolutely worthless and tears streaming out of your eyes. Your mouth was duct taped, and your arms were tied back with a piece of rope. 

You had been kidnapped by a handful of demons. You, Dean, Sam, and Bobby had gone in what appeared a safe haven for the demons and when you were caught, you all ran in different directions in hopes to find a exit. 

Unfortunately, you got lost and overpowered. And when Dean, Sam, and Bobby returned to their cars they all drove off, forgetting you. When Sam and Dean we’re somewhere on the highway and a couple of hours in. Sam had a bad feeling. Like, they forgot something really important back at that house. 

“We’ve got all of our weapons? Dad’s journal? We’re fine then.” Dean said, telling his brother not to worry about it. Then it hit Dean. And Dean and Sam both said your name at the same time. 

“Y/N!” Dean didn’t care to look to see if there was a sign that prohibited U-turns, he was taking a U-turn. “I’m calling Bobby.” Sam said dryly. He couldn’t believe they left you behind that way. He felt awful. Dean, on the other hand was eating himself alive. 

He was blaming himself for leaving you behind. He should have done a head count when they got back to the impala. He should have done something so you wouldn’t be in your situation. He didn’t what those demons were doing to you. 

He was gonna kill them all though. Even if he had to use every last bullet in the cult. Dean was going to do anything to get you back safely and sound. Dean shut his headlights off when the pulled around to the house. Bobby told Sam on the phone that all that mattered was getting you back and also added that they were idjits. 

Dean and Sam saw that one coming. Dean and Sam got out quietly, after discussing the game plan. One of the demons waltzed out the front door. “You’re back for more, Winchesters? You ran out like bats from hell when you heard the slightest noise.” He smirked. 

“Oh wait. Are you back for the girl? Y/N? She’s a little busy right now.” He said, trying to get underneath their skin. “Bring her out here. We’re not asking for much.” Sam said, making them sound as they were willing to negotiate some sort of deal. 

“You heard the boys. Bring her out here.” The demon commanded, and another demon appeared with you outside. You were scratched up, and Dean could see bruising and swelling on your facial features. It angered him even more but he knew he couldn’t kill them. 

So he did what he thought that would intimidate them. He pulled out the cult. When he did, the demon forced you to your knees. “Hand her now!” Dean said, letting his emotions rule his mind. He hated to see something happen to you. 

But Dean was afraid he would hurt you more because he was going to die in a year. “You know she asked for this.” The demon said, trying to fool them. “Haha. Right.” Dean said, asking again to hand you over. “No can do, gentlemen. She’s ours now.” 

“Sam now!” Dean yelled, and Sam went to action. He tore up those demons with the new blade they acquired that could actually kill those sobs. After Sam killed the one who was holding you hostage. Sam helped you to your feet but you fell against him. 

Dean slid the gun in his jeans and ran over to you two. Dean picked you up in his arms and carried you over to the impala. The two of you rode in the back while Sam drove. You woke up on the road, in Dean’s arms. “Where am I?” You asked, trying to sit up. 

“Hold on, sweetheart. Take it easy. You’re in the impala now. You’re safe.” Dean said, as you laid your head back against his chest. “Thanks for saving me.” You yawned tiredly. “No, I’m the one who should apologize. We’re so sorry for leaving you behind and not coming back for you.” Dean said, feeling like he was about to cry. 

“It’s okay, Dean. I’m the one who got lost.” You shrugged, knowing they wouldn’t have done it on purpose. “I love you, Y/N.” Dean blurted out, knowing it needed to be said. He helped you sit up and you looked at him in the eye, and you told him the same. 

That was all he needed to hear and he pressed a kiss on your lips. 

The End! 

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