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Alrighty my sober friend. Here's my opa's award winning creme brule recipe

2 cups of heavy cream

Pinch or so fine sea salt (it's important to use sea salt or pink Himalayan salt. They have a different taste that you don't Get with table salt)

1 vanilla bean, split lengthwise (or 1 teaspoon vanilla extract if ur not 15$ dedicated)

1/2 cup granulated white sugar (and then some, for toppi.g. be generous with the and then some)

4 large egg yolks (large is relative just don't use quail eggs)

Add cream, then salt to a saucepan on medium heat. Don't turn your back or it will boil over. Scrape off the inner guts of the vanilla bean (or do a generous bloop into the pot) and whisk in, setting it on low heat

In another bowl ( this is a dish-heavy recipie warning) whisk together the yolks and the sugar like it owes you money. The yolks should be fluffy and have some bubles

Slowly and I mean SLOWLY, pour in the creame mixture holding the whisk off to the side. Go SLOWLY. This is called tempering the eggs. When you're about 1/3 done, start whisking again. At around 2/3, whisk for 30ish seconds and then add the rest of the creme and whisk for another minute

Strain with a fine mesh steainer

Fill ramikens. Id you don't have ramilkins, use the wide and low mason jars

Put them in a 9by13 filled with hot water, and stick those bitches in the oven at 325 for 30ish minutes. Take them out when they're jiggly. Let em cool enough you don't burn your fingers off

Here's the fun part. Blot away condensation, then add a thin layer of sugar to the top of each custard, tapping to make sure it's even. Take a blowtorch and hold the flame over the sugar until it's caramelized and brown

Enjoy immediately. They don't keep well.

yay! time to impress gayatri with my cooking skills

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Feel so bad for the drink ask oml-

Lemme make it up to you. Give me a type of food (bread, chicken, etc) and I'll give you a recipe for said food

Ooooh! Always wanted to learn how to make those creme brulees!

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i'm fucking joining you at this point

BETER DIRD???

I FCKN GUESS

s2g if nb does shit im gonna go look for him myself

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I and drunk but you're only bhomepage and I know you're a rp I'm lovemuou pave you're a gift to erhw world Ty for blog

(Hiiii this made me smile)

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he's what

any spiders around to hang out? mines dead rn and its making me sad

@peterparker-who @the-real-peterparker @whosmoraless idk i know theres a fucking million of you

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me whenever I’m forced to fight someone but their outfit lowkey ate so now i feel bad for ruining it

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random poll just to learn more about all of you lovely people (please reblog with your answer + how you take your coffee/tea)!

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That shocks a laugh out of him, all wet and nasal.

"Arey, koi baat nahin. I think I get what you mean," Pavitr mused.

He fidgeted with the mask in his hands.

"I have to go home soon," he notes, more for himself than anything. "Thank you. For helping me."

There was a lot more he owed Percy thanks for than simply helping him on a mission, namely saving him from the brink of death. He hoped most of that went unsaid. He would still say it if he needed to of course.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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At that, Pavitr's smile faltered.

"It still doesn't make the reason why I was hurt any better," he muttered.

He ran his hand over the bandaging, pushing down slightly to assess how much it had healed. The dull ache that greeted him told him he was good to go home soon.

Home. Mumbattan. Maya Auntie.

Bhim Uncle

"I suppose this is what everyone is talking about. How being Spider-Man isn't easy," he huffed. "I know it's not easy easy. I just... I can't give in to that despair. But today I did."

Sighing, he leaned back on the hospital bed. Bhim Uncle had always told him that his joy was the greatest weapon he could wield, so he wielded it. But it was hard to do that when the person telling him to do so was gone.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Several seconds of silence felt like they stretched into an hour as Pavitr struggled to organize the messy, tangled emotions into words.

"I was not planning on getting hurt. I never do. That's not why I fight. I-" Pavitr cut himself off when he noticed Percy's posture. "Kya hua?"

He wasn't crying as much as he was before, so he pulled off his mask. If Percy was going to show him sympathy in that form, he would do the same. He gave his best watery smile.

"I spent enough time talking about my bad day. What's going on?" he asked

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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Did he feel like talking about it? There wasn't a lot to talk about in the first place. Pavitr was avoiding thinking about the day. That was it.

Every Spider-Man lost their uncle. If not their uncle, then someone else close to them. The catalyst for their journey to being a hero. It didn't particularly matter that Bhim Uncle had been dead several months before Pavitr got bit. At the end of the day, it was a canon death that supposedly made him who he is.

The bitterness that bubbled in his gut at the thought was enough to convince him that, fuck it, he might as well say something.

He swallowed around the emotions still spilling over, replying, "Today... today's date has a special meaning for me. Iske chakar mein I was fighting the Vulture. Didn't want to think about it."

The medbay lights felt too clinical for the moment. He should be telling this story during the sunset like a scene in a Bollywood movie. Instead, he was pouring his heart and soul out while sitting on a hospital bed to someone he had terrified with the prospect of his own death.

Still, it felt better to talk about it all.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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Pavitr didn't register that Percy had come in until he heard his name. It did nothing to stop the tears from coming, but he still turned to face him.

"I'm sorry- so sorry," he heaved.

He took note of all the blood- his blood that had seeped into Percy's suit. It only served to make his guilt worse, and another sob ripped through him.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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If there was god (or gods), Pavitr was thanking them.

His jaw shifted for a moment before he coughed out, "Thank you..."

The details were a bit blurry after that. Pav recalled several spider people taking him away from Tarantula's arms, sterile lights, and then feeling coherence come back to him slowly as his healing factor started to take over.

Staring down at his newly dressed wounds, guilt ate at him. Pavitr could have died. He could have died the same day Bhim Uncle did. He could have hurt Maya Auntie in unimaginable ways.

The tears he'd been holding back until this point finally burst from their dam. He didn't really care who heard at that point. Hell, he's the one that fucked up, so a little embarassment was nothing in comparison.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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reverse gaslighting where i pretend to know exactly what you are talking about

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Pavitr watched as Miles avoided the rest of them again. And again. And again.

He wasn't an idiot. He knew exactly why.

Pavitr owed Miles an apology. At least, Miles deserved a thank you for saving Gayatri, for saving Inspector Singh, for saving his entire fucking universe. He tried, but Miles was gone before he could say anything.

Before everything, he thought Miles was pretty cool. He still did. He just needed to keep trying. Maybe then Miles wouldn't avoid everyone else as much.