#Disaster quiche

[dumpsterfirekitchen]

did you know you can make quiche out of whatever the fuck you want

well now you do and that's what I did today. see quiche is literally just an egg custard thing with some stuff in it in a crust when you get right down to it so when I get down to the ends of lots of ingredients sometimes I will put that shit in a quiche. I dont care if it's fancy and perfect I care that it's edible and uses up the shit in my fridge. Or in this case also on my balcony :)

Lets take a look at the crap I have to use up by today

we've got this thimble full of milk

Got some grated parmesan bc I grated too much for a thing I made the other day

got some dried mushrooms and ooooo

FRESHLY WASHED PORCH SPINACH FROM MY PORCH

you can turn this stuff into a decent fritatta tbh but I was feeling quiche mood

Here's what I do kinda, and I'm all about making it work without buying extra things

First soak the mushrooms in cold water for like an hour if they're dried like mine. The package says 5-10 minutes and whoever wrote that is out of their fucking mind and is telling you nothing but lies and if you don't soak them longer you'll regret it

I have little mini casserole thingies I use for quiche so I don't need much crust. And that's good bc I had about a thimble full of crisco too.

(but that's OK bc between you and me you can add a little bit of butter in a pinch to make up for what you lack in shortening and like you'll notice a little with the texture but not enough to care)

So this here (BTW my oven is preheating to 350 off in the background)

This is a couple tablespoons of butter and crisco and maybe half a cup of flour and a pinch of salt and I chopped it all together with a fork until it was the cornmeal texture you see. I generally know I added the right amount of fat when I can sort of smoosh it together as shown without water. But you do wanna add cold water.

Im at a high altitude so my water measurements will be useless to most people I think but basically you just need to add it by the tablespoon until the dough comes together in a ball. It shouldn't be a sticky ball but you don't want it dry either and don't like Knead it you don't want it stretchy. (If you're at a high altitude like me, DO actually make it a little extra wet to where it's sticky. You'll thank me later when you're not eating a crispy brick.) Roll it out to an 8th inch, then slice it up and piece it together in whatever [GREASED, DONT FORGET GREASED] dish you want to bake in. Then pop it in the oven for like 10-15 minutes. It should be juuuuust baked but not like Crunchy.

Anyway while that's happening I make the filling.

Do you want to know my secret

My secret is that this is the one time I will use a measuring cup.

I crack a normal large egg into my 1/3 cup and then add milk to it until its full

"but ej shouldn't you use a liquid measuring cup" SILENCE JUST BE GLAD I OWN A MEASURING CUP FOOL

dump it in your mixing bowl and then do that for 3 more eggs (well, your amount of eggs will vary. I think it's like 6 for an 8 inch pie dish. But see you know whats great about this method? If you didn't mix up enough eggs, that's ok! Crack another one in the 1/3 cup, add milk and a pinch of salt and pepper and mix it up and add it in) add a pinch of salt and pepper for each and whisk it all together till it's kinda homogenous.

Heres a picture of my next step which is layering the goodies

someone is going to tell me I should be using Swiss cheese I. DO. NOT. CARE. I hate Swiss cheese and these are for me I do what I want and this is fine and good. The dark supervillain secret that cooking shows don't want you to know is you can put whatever the fuck hard cheese you want. You can literally make the egg mixture and put whatever. Do you have some green onions and bacon and leftover terrible prepackaged cheddar? Put that shit in a quiche. Do you have a lunch meat and a couple slices of cheese that would pair well in a lunchable? Put that shit in a quiche. It's not traditional. It's not correct. Who fucking cares you're the one eating it. You gotta use that shit up so make it fun don't just put it in a sandwich man cmon. (I mean you can but)

Anyway if you're making a more traditional quiche you'd also add nutmeg to the egg mixture, but obviously I'm not doing that, so I skip that step.

Anyway next you ladle the egg mixture into the dish(es)

I put mine in a hot water bath but you probably don't have to do that, it just helps cook it evenly.

And check out the result

Nice and edible. ( It's not ugly you fool it's RUSTIC)

For me this took I think 25-30 min in the oven (which I left on from the crust....I tend to reduce the temp and cook longer though. In this case I reduced it to 230 and turned it off after 25 min or so. Basically when it reaches 165. I don't know if that's right and I don't care 165 kills the germs so I'm not doing it below that. You can take it out after and let it set up after that)

anyway that's what I ate today and the best thing about these is I can wrap them up and keep them in the freezer. Quiche freezes really well actually. You won't really notice a difference especially if you heat it up in the oven or an air fryer later, so I like to make a bunch of these guys ahead and just pull them out as needed.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Operation: Gaslight the Billionaires”

aka: How Danny Phantom Accidentally Became the Perfect Wayne

The chaos of the Batcave had mostly settled. Danny had been with them for three days, and Vlad Masters was officially on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

It wasn’t the ghost attacks. It wasn’t even the rogue AI that tried to merge with the espresso machine (thanks, Tim). It was the fact that Danny was actively making him look insane.

Bruce entered the kitchen expecting the usual post-patrol disaster: someone bleeding, Jason frying something suspicious, Damian glaring at vegetables like they insulted his honor, and Tim unconscious on the table with a Red Bull IV.

Instead… the kitchen was sparkling.

Alfred was humming. HUMMING. And Danny?

Danny was wearing an apron that said “I cook with spirit (and some ectoplasm)” and was gently stirring a pot of something that smelled incredible. He handed Alfred a tray of prepped vegetables with the air of a beloved sous-chef in a Michelin-starred restaurant.

“Knife is clean and set aside, Mr. Pennyworth. Do you want the counter disinfected again before the meat’s on?”

Alfred smiled. Smiled. “That won’t be necessary, Master Daniel. You’ve done splendidly.”

Bruce stood in the doorway like a man waiting for a piano to fall on him. “…Who is this child?”

Alfred replied calmly, “The most helpful young man we’ve had in this kitchen in years. I daresay Master Richard could learn a thing or two.”

Danny looked up, beamed at Bruce, and said, “Good morning! You want coffee? I just finished a batch of Colombian roast. Tim said you like it strong enough to dissolve crime.”

Tim, from under the counter where he’d been sleeping with a tablet as a pillow: “That’s not even a joke. I’ve seen it eat through one of Damian’s throwing knives.”

Bruce walked over and took the mug Danny handed him. It was the perfect temperature. The exact strength he liked. He took a sip.

His soul briefly ascended.

“…This is better than Alfred’s.”

Alfred gave an approving nod. “Indeed. I showed him once.”

Vlad stormed into the room like a man preparing to perform an exorcism. His hair was frazzled, one of his slippers was missing, and there was what looked suspiciously like slime on his sleeve.

“BRUCE. Tell me honestly, what have you done to him?”

Bruce blinked. “To Danny? Nothing.”

“HE MADE A THREE-COURSE MEAL AND ASKED IF I WANTED A MIDNIGHT TEA.”

“I like being helpful,” Danny said, halo practically visible. “Uncle Vlad gets stressed so easily.”

“I DO NOT—!”

“He also helped Damian organize the armory,” Alfred added serenely.

“Color-coded the blades,” Damian muttered, glaring slightly less than usual. “And sharpened them.”

Jason walked in, paused, sniffed the air. “Is that real garlic bread? Did we finally break the food curse?”

Danny handed him a plate. “You should eat. You looked hangry yesterday.”

Jason stared at him. “I could kill for you.”

“I’d prefer you didn’t.”

“Nice. Boundaries.”

Vlad was gaping. “You are all being tricked! This is an act! He’s a little gremlin with teeth! He ate my briefcase!”

Danny blinked innocently. “It smelled like almonds. I thought it was marzipan.”

“IT WAS NOT MARZIPAN.”

Cass wandered in, stole a breadstick, and gave Danny a high-five. “Nice work.”

Vlad turned to Bruce, furious and hollow-eyed. “This is not fair. He fought a space god last week, and now he’s making quiche.”

Bruce just shrugged. “Some people contain multitudes.”

“He bit a vampire diplomat in Prague.”

“He was undead and had no permit for summoning circles,” Danny added cheerfully. “Also, he was rude to the hotel staff.”

Stephanie peeked in. “Did I hear someone say quiche?”

“Spinach and mushroom,” Danny called.

“I’m going to implode,” Vlad whispered to the heavens.

Danny wiped his hands and turned to Vlad with a kind, innocent smile. “Uncle Vlad, I know it’s hard to accept, but maybe… I’ve matured?”

Vlad squinted. “You turned your teacher’s car invisible three weeks ago.”

“She parked in the ghost zone exit lane,” Danny said, wounded. “I was helping traffic.”

Bruce sipped his coffee and studied the boy who had seamlessly infiltrated his house like a social trojan horse. “How did you convince him to stay with you again?”

“I blackmailed the adoption agency and offered full scholarship access, six haunted properties, and a personal lab,” Vlad muttered.

“Reasonable,” Tim said. “Sounds like a good pitch.”

Bruce looked at Danny. “Would you like to stay a bit longer?”

Vlad: “No.”

Danny: “Sure!”

Jason: “New little brother unlocked.”

Vlad looked down into his empty tea mug like it had betrayed him. “This is how I die. In a Wayne manor. Smothered by domestic competency and passive-aggressive hospitality.”

Danny patted his arm. “It’s okay, Uncle Vlad. Want me to make you some chamomile?”

Vlad hissed like a vampire at dawn.

[pinkbowsandprettyprose]

Tokyo Mew Mew New - Megamoru Party~ ♡ English Translation

Download link here!

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Synopsis (translated from the official website):

“It’s Akasaka’s birthday — let’s celebrate together! All of the Mews gather together for a party.

We try to make a cake to surprise Akasaka, but it’s a disaster! How else can we make Akasaka happy?

We all try to come up with more ideas, but we keep coming up with all kinds of weird suggestions.

Then, Kish, Pie and Tart somehow break into the café…

What’s going to become of Akasaka’s birthday party?!”

Translation notes:

I’m using the same romanization as the TMMN team does, so “Quiche” -> “Kish” and “Pudding/Bu-Ling” -> “Purin”.

I am omitting Japanese colloquialisms like “-san”, “-chan” or “onee-sama”.

This script was simpler to translate than the Cat!! Super Party script and about half the length. It also has less characters, as Masaya and Ryou are not in the performance.

I hope you love reading this as much as I did translating it! Feel free to download and share, but please link back to this post and credit me for the work.

[witch-of-the-creek]

Fascinating flora #1.

Dandelions

I’m going to start with my favorite. Every time I talk to someone about dandelions, they bring up a different facet of why this plant is amazing.

Their flowers support pollinators- dandelions have wide flat flowers with the pollen close to the outside. This means they can be pollinated by just about any pollinator species. Their leaves do an especially good job of supporting caterpillars before they pupate.

They’re a diuretic, and may be helpful to passing kidney stones.

They have so many nutrients. So many. Calcium, iron, potassium, vitamins a and c. Their flowers have antioxidant properties, the whole plant has anti inflammatory effects.

They may be bitter, but add a rich flavor profile when baked into a quiche or seared into a sauce along with spinach, or cooked in a stir fry. If you enjoy the bitterness, that’s valid, but if you don’t, there’s many ways to cook parts of this plant. The flowers are more sweet. Every single part of the plant is edible save for the seeds, and there’s so many recipes that can be found from herbalists, cooks, green witches, and really anyone who likes to cook with plants.

Their roots act like drills and break apart hard soil for other plants to grow. They bring up valuable resources from deep in the sediment, such as calcium, iron, and magnesium.

They reduce erosion- their roots can go down to fifteen feet. They’re pioneer plants, among the first to move in after a disaster such as a fire or flood.

Now, for the witchy parts.

Consuming this plant is not just healthy and nutritious, it raises your intuition, and aids in divination. The plant itself is frequently connected to divination.

The puffs are said to grant a wish if you blow on them and release the seeds.

Their flowers are a huge sun correspondence, their deep roots are a good representation of earth, and the seeds are connected to air and spirit.

Their roots are also a symbol of protection, good to carry with you or place on a windowsill.

Sources-

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

Miami Vice S1E17: Rites of Passage

Tubbs' old flame Valerie arrives in Miami hoping to find her sister.

At the beginning of the episode, when Zito and Switek are failing to fix the bug van, Tubbs suggests it's possessed and then laughs like the fucking Crypt Keeper, and it is absolutely delightful

Sonny looks like a kicked puppy when Rico wanders over to see Pam Grier

There's a lot going on with the reunion between Val and Tubbs. He's clearly thrilled to see her, but her initial reaction is doubtful at best and actively distressed at worst-- she's not interested in whatever he's selling. When they go for a walk together, he is immediately very familiar and frankly somewhat possessive-- he asks her why she didn't call him when she's been in Miami for 2 weeks, and when she starts to explain he just doubles down on the questioning.

It's an interesting facet of his personality-- he's both very quick to assume a level of relationship seriousness with anyone he likes, and also incredibly pollyanna about being able to fix any problem in that relationship-- often to the point of both ignoring the other person's feelings and the reality of their situation. Tubbs is often framed as the "reasonable" one between himself and Crockett, but like... let's be serious, that's only because Crockett is a sad wet disaster man. Tubbs is also a huge fucking mess, especially when it comes to romance.

Sonny asks Val if "Tubbs abandoned her" and when she laughs and says no he asks "so when's your flight." He's not jealous or anything.

Gina, interestingly, bristles a little at Val in the handful of scenes they share together, but it's really not clear why.

There's a shopping-and-cocaine sequence with Val's little sister Diane set to Change Your Ways by Rockwell that is just spectacular-- it's beautifully shot, wonderfully choreographed, and just so, so cheerfully, bleakly ominous. It's a really classic bit of Vice cinematography, the kind that has been misremembered as empty MTV glitz but is in practice a quick, gutting image poem. "Well, have you considered the price of the life you want to live?" indeed.

John Turturro is in this one as a sleazebag pimp; we see his nipples

The scene where Tubbs and Crockett make stupid jokes about the nouveau riche and quiche kills me, because it's a perfect example of how they are truly only funny to each other

Sonny puts an entire sandwich in a woman's drink at a party while she is not looking.

Rico tells Val she could stay with him. Could she, Rico? Could she?? You 100% live in your car, baby, you are the only member of Vice Squad whose home we never see

The second "music video" sequence in this episode is set to I Wanna Know What Love Is by Foreigner; we watch Val and Tubbs have slightly-less-operatic-than-usual-for-Tubbs sex, and Diane gets murdered. Is it a little on the nose? Yes, absolutely. However, there's minor off-and-on distortions in the music-- little hiccups, like a warped record skipping-- that elevate it from borderline-didactic to genuinely creepy. From Tubbs' (and maybe-- but probably not-- Val's) perspective, the lyrics play themselves straight. From Diane's perspective, they become a prophecy-- Foreigner signs of love, "I better read between the lines In case I need it when I'm older;" Diane, too trusting, never gets the chance. We see Sonny, too, realizing he has to be the one to break the news-- that it's also a form of love to be willing to tell someone the truth even when it's going to hurt them.

(If you subscribe to the idea that it finally dawned on him in the previous episode that he cares a little more than he ought to for Rico-- well, it tracks with all his reactions throughout this one.)

When Val goes to leave, Sonny's first question is "is there anyone meeting you at Kennedy?" because despite everything, at his core Sonny is kind

Val does not return Rico's little kissy gesture : (

So how the hell does Sonny get Val out of the uh, y'know, the whole. Murder charges thing. She implies in the next episode she appears in that he "pulled some strings," but like. What strings, James Sonny Crockett? What strings did you pull that got Valerie "I 100% Shot This Guy In Cold Blood, Cuff Me Boys" Gordon out of prison???

Very smooth, though, getting your boyfriend's girlfriend out of jail. Smooth like your damn brain, Sonny

[alwaysurvalentine]

Phazes - Chapter Five

Art by: @starthecozy Beta: @kayleeofcamelot 💛

Phazes Masterlist 🪩

When Eddie wakes up, the sun is spilling into his apartment, painting it with soft light. His back cracks when he stretches, limbs splayed across his bed before tossing his covers off. He’s meeting Robin for brunch before heading to the club today. Phazes may be in his name, but Robin’s been his unofficial partner since the beginning. She’s the best person to talk to about his upcoming meeting with Mr. Thiel. 

Tonight’s going to be his first official visit to the club, and it’s only right that Eddie’s going to try his best to entertain the man the whole time he’s there. It’d been a mad dash to change the setlist for today, swapping new songs with ones they know get the crowd riled up, and everyone’s been rehearsing extra to make sure there’s no slip ups to be seen. Even if there are, it’s not like Eddie’s going to hold it against them. This is just as big for the team. An opportunity for them to come together and try for some extra funding. 

The club does fine on its own, but Eddie knows the dancers would probably like updated vanities, new costumes, and one of the handles on the beer tap has been giving Ginger grief long enough that maintenance has been lined up already. They’re just waiting for Eddie to call and swipe his card before coming out.

~

He only shows up ten minutes later than their agreed meeting time, but it doesn’t stop the unimpressed look on Robin’s face. Once he sits down her pursed lips give way to a teasing smile and a raised eyebrow. 

“Well aren’t you looking fancy! Haven’t seen those pants since the last time you went on a date. Thought you didn’t want to ruin their good looks by wearing them to work?”  

To anyone else, they probably just look like every other pair of black jeans that Eddie wears. However, these are his best jeans. They hug his legs in all the right ways and the distressing along the legs are just tasteful enough to leave people wanting to see more. Unlike his other jeans, they don’t dig into his side weirdly when he sits down and his bandana never falls out of the back pocket. He saves them for special occasions, like going on disaster first dates and meeting investors apparently. 

“I figured I’d try to put my best foot forward today. And if that means breaking out my favorite jeans, so be it. Add this to the list of sacrifices I’ve made.” Eddie pretends to wipe a tear from his eye, sniffling with a pout. 

“Yeah, yeah. I got you waffles and some weird latte?” She scrunches her nose at him and sips at her own tea. 

“You love me and my weird lattes.” The mug in front of him has a pile of whipped cream on top, something that looks like syrup and cinnamon on top. When he takes a sip, it tastes like autumn in a cup, some blend of cinnamon and caramel coming together perfectly with the coolness of the whipped cream keeping him from burning his tongue too much. “This is delightful! What is this?” 

“It’s called the Cinnamon Dolce Delight. And here’s your quiche and the waffles.” Their waitress sets down two full plates with a smile, napkins placed in between them and then she’s gone again.

Robin’s already digging into her quiche, fork angled to separate her bite from the slice in front of her. If the green lines through it mean anything, she’s opted for the spinach and cheese one today. Eddie doesn’t know why anyone would eat vegetables for their first meal of the day, especially when there’s delicious chocolate chip waffles to devour. It looks like she’s even made sure to ask for peanut butter chips on top too. They’re already starting to melt so Eddie smears them across the top and reaches for the syrup.

When he looks up, Robin’s nose is scrunched and her eyebrows are furrowed in mild disgust. “How do you even still have teeth? There’s no way the amount of sugar you eat is good for them.” Eddie just grins and takes a huge bite of his waffle, syrup and chocolate melting in his mouth. “Anyways. What did you want to talk about with Thiel?”

~

Jonathan and Argyle are setting up when Eddie walks in, lights flickering on and off in different colors. The weight that’s been resting on his shoulders feels lighter after talking with Robin. Anything that can go wrong has been talked through. He’s as ready as he can be.

“Hey, boss.” Argyle calls out in greeting when Eddie reaches the bottom of the stairs. When he looks up, Argyle’s already saying something else to Jonathan and the light on stage switches from a warm yellow to a pale pink. Jonathan nods to whatever Argyle’s comment is and raises a quiet hand to Eddie before switching the lights to only have one lit on the center stage. They must be testing the different spots and lights to make sure they’re ready for tonight as well. No one really knows when Thiel is going to show up, the only information they have is that he’ll be stopping by tonight. 

Meeting them was lucky and Eddie couldn’t ask for a better pair to maintain lights and effects. They both have a talent for knowing just what a dance needs to take it to the next level for the audience to be fully immersed. Eddie only tried to make suggestions once, leaving it to the professionals after his choice had the dancers photographed in unflattering light. That’d been one earful from Michael that does not bear repeating. 

~

William Thiel has the nicest mustache Eddie has ever seen. It’s nice and thick and only slightly distracting. Eddie just knows this is the thickness his uncle aspires for. Luckily, Mr. Thiel isn’t much for small talk, so Eddie can focus on telling him about how Phazes got started and who each of the dancers are.

He’s the most interested in hearing about who the dancers are off the stage, poking and prodding about what they’re up to when they’re not needed on stage. It seems a little odd to Eddie, but he answers as honestly as he can. 

Chrissy tends to hang out at her friend’s salon, giving styling tips to the men and dating advice to the young girls who come in. She likes feeling like an older sister when the girls come back in to give her an update.

Abigail does a lot of work at the shelter a few blocks away from her house, using her tips to show up with dry goods that will last for a while. There’s a potato soup recipe that she makes during the winter that the tenants never get enough of. 

Fin’s actually just started classes again. They’re working on becoming a school counselor and Eddie’s spent many afternoons at a coffee shop helping them study. 

Michael has an art studio he paints in when he’s not at the club. Last month he had a small exhibition section in the showing at Chroma Gallery. As far as Eddie knows, almost all of his pieces got bought so now he’s working on making more to show next year. 

With each story, Mr. Thiel seems to relax more. Eddie just hopes it means that he’s liking what he’s hearing, and not that he’s decided they’re not worth the time.

“So, tell me why I should invest in you more than anyone else around here?” 

The question throws him for a moment, mind racing and heart threatening to beat out of Eddie’s chest. Right as he takes a breath to answer, Steve approaches the table with two drinks on his tray. An open beer sits opposite a classic whiskey. 

“Gentlemen.” It’s weird to hear Steve so formal now, smile disarming as he sets the drinks on the table. Thiel nods, eyes not leaving Eddie’s face while he waits for his answer. 

“Go on, I’m listening.”

~

Holy shit. Did he just ace that meeting?

Mr. Thiel just left, heading out the front door with a firm handshake and a nod. Seems like Eddie’s earned a celebratory drink. However, when he walks over to the bar, no one’s there. No one’s waiting for a drink, so Ginger might’ve just run to the bathroom and maybe Steve’s doing a couple rounds to the tables nearby. Again, neither of his bartenders are to be seen when he glances around the place.  Not until Eddie cranes his neck, a flash of Ginger’s newly dyed red hair rushing out of…the men’s restroom?

She crosses the bar with quick, sure steps, ducking around people crowding the stage before coming to a halt when she sees Eddie leaning against the bar.

“Oh, perfect! Are you done with your meeting?” She slides behind the bar, opening the ice chest with one hand and grabbing a rag with the other. Eddie barely gets to nod before she continues, “Good. I need you to take this and check on Steve.” The ends of the rag are gathered so it holds the ice in place and she passes the makeshift ice pack over to Eddie. “Oh! Take this too. You might need it.” The bar’s first aid kit is set down in front of him. “Let him know I don’t expect his help for the rest of the night, I’ll steal Argyle or Jonathan to help tidy up. Why are you still here? Shoo!” 

There’re a million questions flashing in Eddie’s mind, but Ginger doesn’t give him a moment to ask them, already turning towards another customer who walked up. Green eyes glare at him and Ginger nods harshly towards the bathroom. His feet carry him halfway through the crowd before it hits him: Steve is the one needing help - what the hell could he have done?

When Eddie pushes the door open, Steve’s hunched over one of the sinks. He doesn’t even look up when the door squeaks, eyes focused on the steady drip, drip, drip of the blood falling into the sink. 

“What the fuck happened to you?”

Steve doesn’t turn. Hazel eyes just dart up towards the mirror, smirking when he meets Eddie’s eyes in their shared reflection. The smile lasts for a moment before he winces and sucks at his teeth. 

“You should see the other guy.”

This time he flashes a grin at Eddie, bright blood smeared against his teeth. Eddie feels stuck in place. One part of him is mad at Steve for picking a fight while on the clock, but the other part of him, a louder part of him, is screaming at him to figure out what the resigned look in Steve’s eyes means. 

Eddie stumbles forward when someone tries to follow him into the bathroom, mumbling an apology as they stumble to a urinal. 

“Plug that nose up as best you can, we’re going to go upstairs.”

It’s better to get the full story in his office instead of this dingy bathroom.

~

Robin catches sight of them when they walk upstairs, eyes going wide at the sight of Steve, balled up tissue paper held to his nose. She opens and shuts her mouth a couple of times, words clearly failing her. All it takes is a quick shake of Eddie’s head, mouth pursed, for her to abandon her comments and turn her attention to fiddling with something in the Closet. 

Eddie can feel her eyes on them when they pass, hair on the back of his neck raising at the attention. He’s more worried about getting Steve cleaned up though, ice already starting to dampen the rag as it melts. Ginger’s ice pack isn’t going to last them much longer. 

“Come on, let me get a look at you.” 

Steve sits stiffly on Eddie’s desk, and now that he’s focused on him, Eddie can see his hands trembling slightly. The air of confidence Steve had in the bathroom is gone. Now it seems like the world is sitting on his shoulders, back hunched so he can curl into himself as much as possible. 

A muted click breaks the quiet of the room, Eddie’s lamp gets tugged over so he can inspect Steve’s face. He nudges at Steve’s hands, pushing the used tissues towards the bin next to his desk. Luckily, the blood flow seems to have stopped for now. Trails of already drying blood are tracing lines from Steve’s nose to his chin. The ice pack gets set to the side before he cracks open the first aid kit. 

Eddie grabs one of the wipes and peels it open, unfolding the tiny cloth and reaching towards Steve’s face. He pauses right before the wipe touches Steve, eyes tracing over the downtrodden expression on the other man. 

Steve looks like a kid waiting for punishment after breaking the cookie jar. It tugs at Eddie’s gut. His next words come out as a whisper, “I’m gonna clean you up, just need you to trust me.”

Nothing is said, but Steve meets his eyes and gives a single nod. Eddie tries to be gentle, but at the first brush across Steve’s face, he flinches and slams his eyes shut. As gently as he can, Eddie tilts Steve’s head up back up and dabs again. This time he feels Steve’s jaw when it clenches, but he doesn’t move. His eyes are still closed. 

It only takes a few careful swipes before Eddie’s tossing the used wipe into his trash bin. The blood might be gone, but Steve’s face is already swelling, cheeks and nose tinged red.

“Doesn’t look broken. You’re going to have a hell of a bruise though. Hold that ice up to your face. Let me get you some water to wash that aspirin down. You can rest up here until it’s time to go home.”

~

“How is he?” 

Eddie’s sure Robin just gave herself whiplash from how quickly she turns at Ginger’s comment. Both of them are looking at him with wide eyes. There’s a shredded napkin in front of Robin, one of her nervous habits to help her deal with anxiety instead of biting her nails. 

“Quiet. Ginger, what even happened?”

She shrugs and grabs the glasses in front of her to place them on the shelves below. While she works, Eddie slides behind the bar and grabs at another folded rag, reaching for the ice scoop when she answers. 

“I don’t really know. He stepped out to take some trash, you know, just trying to make closing up a little easier. It was taking him a while, but I thought maybe he just needed a breather or something. But then it slowed down a bit and he wasn’t back, so I went out there looking for him. He wouldn’t tell me who did it, just said something about it ‘not being worth it’. Did ask me if we had a ‘no service’ list and that someone might need to be added to it. Figured you two could talk about that side of things.” 

Ginger eyes the new ice pack warily, brows furrowed the same way they get when she’s stuck on a puzzle she just can’t quite figure out. 

“Hm. Interesting. He hasn’t really said anything to me. I wanted to get some fresh ice and some water. Think you’ll be okay without him for a couple days? His whole face is going to be one big bruise.”

Before he can even finish, Ginger’s nodding, busying her hands with filling a glass for him to carry back upstairs. 

“We can figure it out. Thanks for taking care of him, Eddie.” 

Things are slowing down for Phazes now, lights coming on as people start shuffling outside. He gets a couple of looks from Chrissy and Abigail when he passes, but neither pauses their conversation long enough to question the makeshift ice bag in his hand. 

“Knock, knock.” Eddie steps back into his office to see Steve checking out the different pictures on his wall. He keeps walking until they’re standing shoulder to shoulder, passing the glass of water over without prompting. 

“Yeah, this is a nice picture of us, huh?” Gently, Eddie pokes at the glass covering the photo of him, Robin, and Chrissy on opening day. “We took it right after we cut the ribbon. I was so nervous, I thought I was going to puke.” A small chuckle escapes him and he turns to pass the new ice pack to Steve. The aspirin opens easily, two tiny pills resting in the corner of the package. Again, no words are spoken when Steve places them in his palm and swallows them down with half of his water. 

“Thanks, I’ll get out of your hair.” Steve takes one step towards the door before Eddie catches his wrist; he doesn’t tug, just grasps enough to keep Steve in place. 

“Not yet, I need some answers from you. Please, go sit on the couch, it’ll be comfier than the desk.” 

It’s almost robotic how Steve moves once his wrist is released, turning with slow purpose and sitting on the edge of the couch. He looks wary like he’d bolt, if Eddie took too long to blink. Briefly, Eddie wonders if this is how Wayne felt those first couple of weeks when he moved in: like someone approaching a wild animal while walking on eggshells. 

Knowing there’s a right way to approach this doesn’t mean Eddie knows how he should. So, instead of overthinking it, he lets his mouth run before his brain can trip him up. “Whenever you’re ready to share with the class, go ahead. Just need to know who you’re throwing punches with outside the club. That kind of behavior isn’t welcome here.”

Steve lowers the rag from his face, picking at the frayed edges with one hand and tilting it away from his leg with the other. Something about the quiet makes Eddie feel itchy all over. He grabs the chair from his desk and pulls it over so he’s in front of Steve, about to push for an explanation again when Steve breaks the silence. 

“When I was younger, I used to think I knew better than other people. That people owed me something because I was a Harrington.” Contempt drips from the name. “My parents bought this big house and then ditched it. You can imagine just what that meant for a popular sixteen year old. Parties every night. And with parties came the friends. And the booze. And the girls.” For a moment, Steve meets Eddie’s gaze, hazel eyes resigned. A humorless chuckle escapes from Steve and he shakes his head. “Did you know that when you're popular and people think you’re cute, they’ll let you use whatever shitty pick up line you want? And it’ll work! Doesn’t matter that it’s crude or risque, girls will just laugh and bat their eyelashes at you. It’s messed up.” Eddie does know this. Has seen it enough times first hand to know that girls will let things slide if they find you pretty enough. It’s one of the things that irritated him the most about seeing nice girls bend over backwards for guys who couldn’t care less. “Once I noticed that, I just couldn’t unsee it. Everywhere I looked, there was a guy being a jerk and a girl just letting him. And for what? So she could have a boyfriend? It’s not like he was treating her well.”

Wherever Steve is going with this, Eddie hopes that he gets there soon. Most of the clean up has to be done by now and if the dancers haven’t left yet, they’re not going to be there for long. At this rate they’ll be walking out into a dark, empty bar. Why is Steve still caught up in this endless story of high school drama?

“What does this have to do with tonight?”

“I just wanted to make sure you understood what kind of guy this was. He’s one of the unlucky ones that never got his head out of his ass.” There’s water dripping onto Steve’s jeans from the rag now, dark splotches covering his knees. 

“Ginger asked me to take the trash out, you know, just normal prep for closing stuff. Except while I was out there, Nancy came out too. Walking some guy out. Don’t know his name, but I can say that Ginger cut him off. He kept trying to convince her to let him have another glass, but after he spilled a beer across the bar she wasn’t budging. I guess he tried to make a move on someone dancing? I don’t really know. And I know Nancy can handle herself; you wouldn’t have her as your bouncer if she couldn’t, but I decided to hang back and make sure she was good anyway. Right as she stepped back inside I heard him make a comment.” 

Steve sighs and tilts his head back, eyes focused on the ceiling. “And then the next thing I knew I was pushing him back from the side door and telling him exactly where he could shove that comment.” 

“Ginger came out a few minutes later, but by then he’d already gotten a couple hits in and been dragged away by his friends.” Eddie raises an eyebrow at the tone, like Steve knows more about these guy’s buddies.

“It was Billy and Tommy. Which means,” and this time Eddie interrupts with a flat laugh. 

“Which means he probably works for Mr. Thiel.”

[blogscollection]

Dried Egg Powder: A Convenient and Nutritious Alternative to Fresh Eggs

Eggs are a staple ingredient in kitchens worldwide, used in everything from baked goods to savory dishes. However, fresh eggs can be perishable and difficult to store for long periods. This is where Dried Egg Powder comes in a highly convenient and nutritious alternative that retains the essential benefits of fresh eggs while offering a longer shelf life and easier storage.

Dried Egg Powder is made by dehydrating fresh eggs, removing moisture while preserving their natural protein, vitamins, and minerals. It is widely used in commercial food production, emergency food supplies, and even home cooking due to its versatility and ease of use.

Benefits of Dried Egg Powder

Long Shelf Life

One of the primary advantages of Dried Egg Powder is its extended shelf life. Unlike fresh eggs, which need refrigeration and have a limited lifespan, dried egg powder can last for months or even years when stored properly in an airtight container.

Easy Storage and Transportation

Fresh eggs are fragile and require careful handling, but Dried Egg Powder is lightweight, compact, and does not require refrigeration. This makes it ideal for outdoor activities like camping, hiking, and military rations, as well as for large-scale food manufacturing.

Nutrient-Rich and High in Protein

Dried egg powder retains nearly all the essential nutrients found in fresh eggs, including proteins, vitamins (such as B12 and riboflavin), and minerals (like iron and selenium). It provides a high-quality protein source, making it a valuable ingredient in various diets.

Reduces Food Waste

With fresh eggs, spoilage is a common concern, especially if they are not used in time. Since Dried Egg Powder has a much longer shelf life, it helps reduce food waste and ensures that eggs are available when needed without worrying about expiration dates.

Safe and Pasteurized

Most Dried Egg Powder products are pasteurized, which means they are free from harmful bacteria like Salmonella. This makes them a safer choice for recipes that require raw eggs, such as mayonnaise or homemade dressings.

How to Use Dried Egg Powder

Dried Egg Powder can be used in a variety of applications, from home cooking to industrial food production. Here are some common ways to use it:

Baking: Ideal for cakes, muffins, pancakes, and bread, providing the same binding and leavening properties as fresh eggs.

Cooking: Can be used in scrambled eggs, omelets, and quiches by simply rehydrating with water.

Protein Supplements: Great for adding extra protein to smoothies or shakes.

Emergency and Survival Food: A must-have for long-term food storage and disaster preparedness.

To rehydrate, simply mix one tablespoon of Dried Egg Powder with two tablespoons of water to replace one fresh egg in recipes.

Conclusion

Dried Egg Powder is a highly practical and nutritious alternative to fresh eggs, offering convenience, a long shelf life, and a wide range of uses. Whether you're a home cook, a baker, or someone preparing for emergencies, having Dried Egg Powder in your pantry ensures you always have a reliable egg substitute on hand.

[dakotaibrahim]

Guatemala Receives Global Assistance to Address Wildfires

News accounts of fires burning across the highlands of Guatemala appeared in the international press. By May 2024, data reported that these fires had spread across approximately 157.5 square miles (40,802 hectares) of land. The international community responded through Central American Bank for Economic Integration (CABEI) funding, among other measures, to assist Guatemalans.

The government recorded 2,363 fires throughout the country. Beginning in February 2024, fires burned across the Guatemalan forested landscape in Siete Orejas, a volcano that has not erupted for thousands of years. Another raging wildfire broke out at the Agua Volcano, again destroying hundreds of acres of forests surrounding the volcano. Other areas the fires impacted were Huehuetenango, Quiche, Sacatepéquez, Sololá, Suchitepéquez, Totonicapán, El Progreso, Baja Verapaz, Alta Verapaz, Chimaltenango, and Zacapa.

Wildfire season in Guatemala typically lasts three months, beginning in February. Researchers have yet to know why these fires break out throughout the country. However, some believe that the root causes are related to farmers clearing the land to grow new crops. Because rainfall decreases during the dry season, these fires spread into the forests to become great conflagrations. An April 2024 AP News report stated that 80 percent of the forest fires that spread this season stemmed from farmers clearing the land.

By April 2024, President Bernardo Arevalo declared a natural disaster after forest fires climbed to 44. Wildfires cleared the land, damaging the plants and animals in these areas. Further, the fires in Siete Orejas destroyed plant species native to the area, including the "pinabete" commonly called the Guatemalan fir. It affected these natural ecosystems, and authorities in three of the country's central provinces canceled classes after smoke covered the area. One of the largest fires was near a suburb of Guatemala City.

In response to these fires, which have caused the president to make this declaration, the international community is offering its assistance through funding and manpower. In April 2024, the Central American Bank for Economic Integration (CABEI) provided the Guatemalan government with $78,848 to assist with helping the country during this emergency, more specifically to help them devise solutions that might control the spread of these fires. By this time, the alert code had been orange, signaling the phenomenon had reached crisis levels. The situation had become so critical after winds and topographical conditions exacerbated the problem.

In June 2024, CABEI added another $100,000 to the funding in April, increasing the total to $178,848. With the support of the United Nations Development Program, the Guatemalan government will use this funding to implement aerial firefighting strategies and other measures to contain the spread of these fires and minimize fire impact on communities. Guatemala is one of CABEI's founding countries, which is one reason the organization has given its support in the country's time of need. In 2024, the Guatemalan National Coordination for Disaster Reduction (CONRED) deployed land and air operations to fight, contain, and stop the spread of wildfires to safeguard natural resources.

Finally, before this year's wildfire season, the US and Guatemalan governments joined forces to prepare for natural disasters, including wildfires. In June 2022, US Agency Joint Task Force-Bravo, CONRED, and representatives from the Guatemalan military trained to prepare for crises like this year's wildfires. On June 8-9, the three groups held exercises to prepare for humanitarian and disaster relief events. While the exercise focused on weather-related events, CONRED used some of this training to galvanize departmental governments, municipalities, and community organizations to deal with wildfires. During the June 2022 training, CONRED teams faced different situations that might impact the outcome of a scenario. They also discussed lessons from past emergencies, which became helpful during the 2024 wildfire season.

[traipseartist]

The dregs of October 11th, October 12th - Paris, Rome, Naples, Bed

After bon vivanting around Paris, Aneyn was kind enough to take me out for another round of drinks and dinner--this time a little closer to home. We trekked to a bar or two in the Marais hopeful but pragmatic about the nature of Paris on a Friday night and eventually settled in at a place called The Cambridge Club (truly adorable coming from my Oxford-grad host). The vibe was perfectly gloomy and the drinks fabulously twee.

Then after flirting with the blonde, beach-haired server, we paid our dues and made our way to a new spot called Piccote.

We ordered with eyes to functional dishes and received some unique takes on certain French classics. I am still wishing I could summon our cheese course back into existence. Then, sleepy eyed from the week, wandered home, sneaking some mango and chocolate ice cream from a late night spot that sold empanadas (?) on our way back.

Back in Aneyn's flat, I mentally prepared myself for the early morning tomorrow, repacked my suitcase, and watched Aneyn's stockinged feet bob along to a Beatles' song while hanging off the side of a loveseat huddled in a corner of her studio. She read me the history of Grace O'Malley (lady pirate, Irish, general bad-ass) and her piratical career. I am thankful to have good friends after all this time and after all.

I am sometimes reluctant to count travel days because the airport, especially, eats my soul. (I promise, one day, I will post a long and unoriginal kvetch about airports. I am currently fighting that impulse.) But I don't think you get to traverse three major cities in a day and write it off, so I report in despite this being a hobby I do for fun.

I took the metro to O'rly after bidding Aneyn and her lovely Parisian flat adieu. I decided at some point in the packing process to only pack a duffle (that has straps to easily wear it as a backpack) and an incidentally matching backpack (which I wear on my front like a nervous tourist or that weird kid you went to middle school with) because in my experience navigating airports and the metro with wheeled luggage--especially subway systems that existed before escalators were common--is harrowing. It also has the added bonus of giving a mobility that people with rolly-bags do not have. I am almost always able to rush down the stairs to catch a train. I always make it through passport control first. I can snake down stairwells while everyone waits cow-eyed for the elevator. Usually it's worth the cost of carrying literally everything I'm traveling with for X days on my back. But sometimes...

Well, let's just say Europe was definitely built for skinny people and tiny bags. And not the wonky, lateral disaster that is Marisa the Mobile-Luggage-Sandwich.

But we hobbled through security, ate airport quiche (that had no right to be of the quality it was), nodded off on an easyJet full of giggling French humans sneaking away for the weekend, and loped through FCO on a mission to meet Rose, who had landed about an hour earlier from her 12 hour slingshot via SFO.

We needed to be in Naples by 2100, and it was only 1430... How much of Rome could we squeeze in?

Turns out... Some!

We scuttled to Roma Termini via the airport's train hub and (for a small fee) left our bags with very audible humans who urged us on. From there we bumbled across the touristic landscape, locking eyes with old buildings--famous and unfamous.

Rose and I chatter about recent life events while stepping around slow moving tourists and tiny merchants trying to hawk everything from external batteries to tiny, water-spitting fans. Catching up, we wove our way to an early dinner at Osteria Da Fortuna.

The energy inside the little restaurant was minorly riotous. Humans slipping in and out and by and through. The menu was too long for a place that had a woman hand cranking penne by the host stand... You were getting the pasta--why else were you here?

I had a glass of rosé rosato that made me mourn America and after some deep breathing (to fit in more pasta) we slipped out and bolted back to the train station to meet our insistent Neopolitan Airbnb host that was getting increasingly nervous that he didn't have a solid arrival time from us yet.

We bought tickets for the next train (accidentally for the following Saturday... Oops), pulled our luggage back from the jaws of the bagliagi deposito, and waddled with earnest fury to the platform that would send us at breakneck speeds hundreds of kilometers south to Napoli.

After a little confusion we hopped from Garibaldi station down to the local metro and bobbed and weaved around teenagers, small barking dogs, and the dark mysteries of late-night Naples. Winding our way through the Centro Antico like rats in a maze, we dove out of the way of speeding Vespas and ducked under hanging laundry in the tight and high-walled streets of the ancient city.

Our host, tired of waiting to hand us keys, sent a cryptic video of the path to his Nona's house from the front gate of our rented apartment and I sat whistling a tune while Rose disappeared to go negotiate with a non-English speaking grandmother.

After sleuthing to figure out which of the dozens of units was ours off of the main courtyard, we whispered to four separate locking mechanisms. Climbing up another flight and a half of stairs and into beds firm enough to put bounced change in ceiling plaster, we beelined it for bed.

Tomorrow, Napoli in daylight. Capri from the water.

[catgirlmagneto]

quiche finished despite the disaster!

[firstprince-ao3feed]

3/4ths Cup of Love

3/4ths Cup of Love https://ift.tt/pmSu43f by inexplicablymine “What the fuck are you doing with my pinto beans?” “It says I need them for pie weights.” “Hell no, baby, sweetheart. Over my dead body are you using the beans I use for mole for your quiche recipe. I would like us to eat these.” “Hey!” “If you put my beans in the oven, I will make it so you can’t possibly ever put a bun in the oven.” “Noted.” Or, The ups and downs of Henry learning how to perfect his quiche recipe. Words: 3966, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of 12 Fic's of Giftmas Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Established Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Gay Disaster Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Likes Baking, even if he is bad at it, Henry Learns How to Bake, Quiches, Ina Garten References, There is a real recipe in this, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor is So Whipped, His Poor Quiche is Whipped Too, things get steamy, Implied Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, They are so in love your honor, Orgasms, Food as a Metaphor for Love, POV Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Fluff and Smut, No Angst, Cute, Like I Can Not Emphasize Enough How Cute This Is, Happy Ending via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/gZoHKnh January 06, 2024 at 10:10AM

[appleforone]

thinking abt how i’m going to bombard this acc with as many food posts as possible when i’m home for christmas. borscht, gruyère quiche, kolacki, pumpkin pie, certainly some kind of butternut squash disaster, beautiful wintery porridges, etc., etc……

[penguinotaku]

Disaster Unit XVI Grudge from the recently shut down Crash Fever

2. Humanized Long Ge (credit to @vicoh_D95 on Twitter for their amazing interpretation)

3. Jack/ Fang Liangdian from History 3: Trapped

4. Dexdorugoramon from Digimon

5.Vampire! Raoul Caroule and Shu Todoroki (package deal from Cars 2 and wonderful car fanart from @rodtorqueredlinefangirl and @quiche-on-wheels humanized fanart)

6. Wing from IDW Transformers

Honorable mentions goes to the all of the snakes on Daomubiji, Black and White Spy from Spy vs Spy, Deadlock from IDW Transformers, Yukina Kou from Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi and Xiaowei from Painted Skin 2: The Resurrection.

Not sure if my taste in characters is indicative of any sort of pattern whatsoever. Maybe some dragon/monster thing I got?

Tagging but no pressure: @buqingshan, @rodtorqueredlinefangirl, and @stickers95

also @ anyone else who wants to join in on this

Any of those trends or posts where it's like: "Hey post a bunch of your comfort characters and let your followers psychoanalyze you" I always consider doing but that would have me reconcile with the fact that I have a type

[bisexualbard-writes]

@kimchaybrainrot!! You had a birthday!! sorry it’s a day late BUT I have some soft kimchay headcanons JUST FOR YOU! 

When Chay starts staying at Kim’s place, when he wakes up in the morning he says “I’m hungry what’s for breakfast” and this sends Kim spiraling down through guilt memories. He decides then that he’s never going to ever ask Chay to make them breakfast. 

The problem is he wants to have a nice quiet morning at home cuddling with Chay, but he doesn't keep a lot of food on hand. He usually just grabs a protein bar on his way out the door and orders in for his other meals. So for that first day he orders them coffee and pastries from the cafe down the street, but any breakfast food more substantial than pastries always arrives cold so this isn’t a great long term solution. 

BUT fear not, Kim is a PROBLEM SOLVER. He decides he’s going to learn how to cook breakfast for Chay so that they can spend the mornings cuddling in their pajamas AS IT OUGHT TO BE. 

The problem is, he’s never so much as cracked an egg before. When Chay isn’t around (because gosh, Kim isn’t going to let Chay see him fucking up miserably when they JUST got back together) Kim gets a carton of eggs practices cracking them open and frying them. He’s not a disaster, he has to know how to have a delicate touch for both music and murder, but he still gets some eggshell in the pan and the yolk runs everywhere so he ends up with scrambled eggs. On his second attempt the eggs are burnt on the bottom and raw on the top. On this third attempt he gets it fully cooked, but then the egg is FULLY COOKED and not at all runny in the middle the way chay likes. 

That’s when he realizes okay, huh, this cooking thing might be a bit more of a skill than he anticipated. 

But he is COMMITTED to not CORRUPTING their newly flourishing relationship with BREAKFAST SINS. 

So he cracks his knuckles and loads youtube and gets to work. As it turns out, he has a lot to learn. He’s pretty good at knife skills already, but it turns out there’s a whole different kind of technique to chopping up an onion than there is to twirling a switchblade. And he learned enough chemistry to know what common bathroom cleaners he can weaponize and turn into harmful gaseous clouds, but the chemistry of just making some bread is a whole different level of complex. 

He still orders in breakfast for him and Chay while he’s learning and just deals with slightly cold delivery for now, because he’s not going to serve anything but the BEST for his boy. 

On the morning he finally feels ready, he slips out of bed early and gets cracking. When Chay finally wanders out he’s a little grumpy he didn’t wake up with his cuddle buddy, but then he’s quickly stunned by the feast in front of him. There are pans of sausages and bacon, and crepes loaded with freshly made whipped cream and fruit, and multiple types of freshly squeezes fruit juice, and then Kim is pulling a quiche out of the oven. 

Chay says something like “good morning P’Kim and also what in the world is happening?” and Kim responds “good morning my love I made you breakfast?” 

Chay gapes, and Kim realizes he might have gone a little overboard, but then Chay is kissing him and hoisting him onto the counter because Chay is overwhelmed with so much love, but Kim has to stop him because “i love you chay but I am NOT eating another cold and and soggy breakfast.” 

All the food is delicious and delightful - Chay would have been perfectly happy with a stack of pancakes to be honest, but the big spread of food is super awesome and Chay knows without Kim having to say it that this is another way of helping them move on from their turbulent start, so he extra appreciates all the effort. 

Kim watches Chay eat carefully and glows a little more with each compliment and when they’re done eating Chay pulls him back into the bedroom for more kisses and cuddles and a nap to sleep off all the food. 

( And then later Chay will show kim exactly how appreciative he is by bending him over the kitchen counter and fucking him slowly and thoroughly until kim is begging. ) 

From then on Kim makes them breakfast while Chay sits on the kitchen island still looking rumpled in his pajamas and demanding kisses whenever Kim passes him to use the sink. Kim loves it and despairs because sometimes they get a little too distracted and Kim burns things, but it always makes Chay happy, so its a sacrifice he’s willing to make.

[pinkbowsandprettyprose]

Cat!!してSuperParty Official Script // English Translation

As performed by the cast of Tokyo Mew Mew New~♡ on Feb. 26, 2023

Summary (from the official page):

Café Mew Mew is throwing an anniversary party at a popular new undersea restaurant! Shirogane leaves the party planning to the five excited Mew Mews. Ichigo is planning an exhibit on Red Data Animals with the help of Aoyama. Kish overhears their plans, and sets up a plan for infiltrating the party with Pie and Tart. Then, on the day of the party … disaster strikes! Can the Mew Mews and the rest of the crew entertain the guests while keeping everyone safe?!

Download the PDF of my translation here!

A couple translation notes:

I’m using the same romanization that the Japanese team working on TMMN uses to translate character names (ie. “Quiche” is “Kish” and “Bu-Ling/Pudding” is “Purin”)

Unfortunately I was unable to completely translate the riddle at the end — I’ve denoted where the riddle is left improperly translated, but it shouldn’t affect your ability to understand the answer or the story at all.

On the same topic, this translation is not going to be perfect. This was a lot of work (5,400 words, phew!) and I’m doing my absolute best as a non-Japanese-speaker with the tools and awesome people around me helping me with this project — so please be kind if I misread a word or two. 😖 if you’d like to check my translation, I also uploaded photos of all pages of the original booklet here.

This story was a JOY to translate, and I hope you love reading it as much as I did! 💕