#Paddy Cakes

[atlantes96]

Patrick Crough - Paddy Cakes

522 ✅ 29.10.24

[fullcravings]

Pistachio Cake with Pistachio Italian Buttercream

[ficswithtacotuesday]

I've honestly thought of this for so long. You CANNOT TELL ME that Spy doesn't have daddy issues. He abandoned Scout since birth, continued to ignore his existence and still acted like an ass when he become his co-worker. The only time Spy was a father to Scout was during Expiration Date and the 7th comic where he says he's proud of him, but both those times happened WHEN SPY THOUGHT SCOUT WAS DYING.

This man is terrified of being a father, and I think it's because he has some horrible trauma from his own dad. Spy probably had some rough times from his own dad that made him scared of becoming the same person as him, so he chose to be distant, only changing his attitude when the circumstances were extreme. Him being a spy just adds to keeping this distance, since no one really expects him to be open and he can keep it that way. Well except when it comes to, in this case, Engineer. Because daddy issues, and genuine feelings, but also daddy issues.

Thankfully Scout will break this cycle of generational trauma, not because he would be a great dad at some point in his life, but because he'll die a virgin

[madamewalburga]

Walburga rarely goes out these days. The war is still raging, and anybody who had half a mind would rather stay in the safety of their homes. Not that she’s scared, no. She just doesn’t have any face left to show society after everything her sons did.

Regulus, that spineless fool, defected from the Dark Lord after years of being one of His louder fanatics and has been murdered for it, after weeks of hiding. Add to that the fact that Sirius has always been openly against the Dark Lord, going as far to defy him publicly with Potter and their silly little gang of mudbloods and misfits. Oh, all the stories people have fabricated about her boys. The ridiculous amount of leering and jeering from the other Houses.

Even Kreacher has been ordered to only use the back door for the past two years.

But no matter. Today is special.

It truly must have been the war and the amount of people dying, but ever since Regulus’ funeral two years ago, Sirius has agreed to meet every now and then. Albeit very reluctantly. But still. Walburga must do what it takes to ensure the bloodline perseveres.

Their meetings are either very uneventful or extremely loud. Understandably, since they have always been the pair who has both understood and rejected each other deeply and passionately. But they get through it. Sirius has stopped deliberately wolfing down his meals like an animal, and has started to fix his posture now. Walburga doesn’t chastise him as much for his poorer choices in life as thanks.

Today is October 31st and Walburga is out and about in Horizont Alley at evening, shopping for the first time in months. She has not seen her eldest for a long time since Potter’s son was born. But it would be his twenty-second birthday in a few days and he has agreed to have dinner together at Grimmauld (they never eat at Grimmauld. Always at the other houses). Something about James being unavailable. No matter. It might be a simple dinner but it must be something worthy of her heir. A gift too! Plus, Walburga has already resolved to not remind him of his responsibilities or ask to get rid of that stupid muggle bike. Most importantly, not ask him about the Potters especially the baby he’s so deeply fond of.

Walburga’s last stop was the stationery store, to grab some gift wrappers. Kreacher asked if he should buy a copy of the evening paper since it looks like it’s selling out.

“An owl will deliver a copy to Grimmauld, Kreacher.”

“But Mistress, they say that the Dark Lord has been finally defeated—”

Walburga turned sharply. “What?”

“—and they’re all saying the Potter’s boy name! Calling him The Boy Who Lived!”

True enough, whispers of Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, ring through the streets. There are no talks about his parents.

Kreacher reports that all the papers have been sold out, so they quickly apparated home and summoned the paper to read it.

“…Harry Potter, one-year old, is the first ever person to survive the Killing Curse. His parents James (21) and Lily (21) Potter were both found dead at their residence at Godric’s Hollow…”

James Potter… found dead…

Walburga ran as fast as she could to the Floo network and tried to call every person that might know where her son is. Nothing. She scanned every inch of the Prophet for any mention of her firstborn. Nothing.

All night long, Walburga traveled from one Black property to another, to every known location Sirius has ever been to see with her own eyes that her boy is alive.

Nothing.

She anxiously waited for the morning paper to arrive, praying for some news about her son.

And there he is.

Front page.

Murderer of twelve. Voldemort’s spy. Traitor to his most beloved people.

His family of choice, he called them.

Sirius Black Locked up in Azkaban for Life!

Walburga got up from her seat, and moved towards the coffee table. With trembling hands, she started wrapping the presents she would never be able to give.

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

june 17, 2021 9:00 p.m. the callahan residence

a celebration of life 🎂

[punkbakerchristine]

chocolate irish coffee cake: chocolate cake laced with bailey’s and espresso with a buttercream spiked with the liqueur and a chocolate ganache in the middle

happy st. paddy’s day! ☘️🍻☘️🍻

[atlantes96]

Patrick Crough - Paddy Cakes

140 ✅ 18.11.24

[thegodofhellfire]

[the-rat-k-ing]

Who knew paddy cake could be so exhausting

[atlantes96]

Patrick Crough - Paddy Cakes 🔫 🔫 🔫

61 ✅ 17.10.24

[hiholdmybread]

I haven’t made much else that I can remember but here is some good food that I was treated to (by mother nature and housemates and restaurants)

[fullcravings]

High Altitude Chocolate Guinness Cake

[celebrationgeneration]

[macdenlover]

frank has been handling most of mac and dennis’s taxes and finances and shit for years and a while back he came to the realization that it would save him a good amount of time and money if those two just had a joint account. so he casually slipped them a couple of documents to sign one day and so for the past few years mac and dennis have been legally married with no idea whatsoever.

the thing is when they do find out dennis is all pissed off that frank kept it a secret from them more than he’s pissed off about being married to mac. and mac is all pissed off that the sanctity of marriage was ruined because they never even had a wedding. and dennis is like wait That’s what you’re mad about? and mac is all like yeah! i always thought that when i’d get married one day there would be a whole wedding in a big ass church and they’d be playing bon jovi on the organ and god would be watching. and then dennis starts getting a tension headache and it escalates into a heated debate/yelling match about weddings.

and frank is like woah woah woah woah alright listen best i can do is a cake and some streamers and we’ll clean cricket up a little and he can be your priest is that good is that gonna get you two off my back about this? and the truth is they both suddenly got really excited about the idea of a wedding so they’re like… yeah okay fine whatever.

AND THEN

they’re like fuck okay we gotta speedrun this whole thing starting with batchelor parties. mac drags charlie along with him and dennis drags dee to his. mac is all like i want today to be full of beefcakes i wanna have one last big gay hoorah without having to think about dennis at all and then spends the entire day talking about dennis anyway and charlie is on the verge of blowing his brains out. meanwhile dennis spends all day trying to justify marrying mac to dee as a logical and financial thing and how he’s definitely not in love with him or anything like yes he’s his best friend and yes they share a level of intimacy that they could never have with anyone else and yes sometimes it’s sexual but it’s not Romantic and dee is also on the brink of blowing her brains out all day.

eventually it starts getting competitive and both of them desperately wanna out-do the other’s bachelor party and things get a little too intense (cops, crack, hookers, knives, the mcpoyles, you name it) and they all wind up back at the bar at the end of the night drunk and high out of their minds and just happy to see each other.

they get married hungover in paddys the next day

[emptyjunior]

mazey and fig's deep dive into the core of Bard Magic literally literally was so good, I'm foaming at the mouth thinking of it?

Like do you level up your bard powers by levelling up your craft? By becoming an accomplished technical musician or a professional level dancer?

Or is it about the feeling? And your magic gets stronger as you practice simply because there's effort and time being put into this act of creation. It's about your pursuit of excellence in your craft, which only coincidentally happens to express itself as fame and technical perfection.

But it doesn't have to for a lot of people!

Like I think in the magical world of dnd, a proficient and powerful bard can look like anything!

Maybe somebody's great uncle on the bayou, who sits in his rocking chair playing banjo all day every day, is nameless to the world, can't read music, would be an absolutely Deadly bard because he has that compatibility with his music. He has a deep and profound connection with it.

Someone who's the life of the party, spends all their time thinking about stand up material just for the benefit of their friends, is a sparkling conversationalist with incredible comedic timing everytime, for them that Is the top of what they want their craft to be. There is troves of magic being created there, and it's coming from their connection to people and willingness to entertain.

A kid playing hopscotch on the street, coming up with more and more elaborate steps and jumps. A hospice carer who sings lullabies for the elderly, using their songs as pain relief. Two best friends who have paddy cake down to a practiced artform where they can Double their attacks if they do it together.

I just loved them talking about the realities of what Bard Magic would look like in the real world, asking if she should be worried about her rockstar career because that's her craft, but then thinking is my loyalty to some label even the music?! Because surely that's not the music, that's not where the magic is.

Just bard magic existing because people have so much raw emotion and power when we create and entertain, when we Sing and Dance for each other that of course in a magical world there is power to be drawn from that.

[marigold-hills]

June 8: bubbles | @wolfstarmicrofic | word count: 500

PREVIOUS PART • NEXT PART • FIRST PART

cw: use of drugs (magical equivalent of weed)

James and Sirius are laying about James’ bed, hands and legs in disarray, giggling. Above them float iridescent bubbles, the light of the dying day refracting through and emitting distorted rainbows onto the walls.

Each time a bubble bursts it fills the room with sweet-smelling smoke, and the two get another hit and fall into another bout of laughter.

“Pads, Padfoot, Paddy-Pie. You don’t get it. Those eyes,” James sighs so wistfully Sirius worries he’ll inhale too much and float away. It’s a funny thought so Sirius laughs more.

“You’re a masochist, Jamesy-lamb. What were you told? Keep out of my eyesight or I’ll rip out your kidneys?”

“So sweet,” James almost moans through another giggle. “So lovely. I hope you’ll get this one day, Pads. It feels… well it feels a bit like this, actually,” he waves a vague hand around the scented air of the room, “only even better.”

“No thanks, I don’t fancy an impromptu nephrectomy.”

“Nah. That’s not for you. You need someone nice, who’ll take care of you.”

Sirius wraps a hand around the gilded oyster around his neck and thinks of the colour of the eye within it. Thinks of a hand underneath his shirt.

Weird thought, he decides.

“Moony still at the library?”

“That funny swot. He needs more sleep, he does, have you seen the bags under his eyes?”

“Thanks, Prongs,” comes the Moony voice, one of a kind, from behind them, full of laughter. “You truly know how to compliment a guy.”

“Moons!” Sirius rolls forward, an excited dog greeting its favourite person. “My moonage daydream, I have stollen chocolate cake for you from dinner.”

Remus puts a hand on Sirius’ hair, sits on the bed by him. “You have? Always so thoughtful for me.”

“Thoughtful, my arse,” James interjects the moment, “if he were thoughtful, he’d have stolen you actual dinner. Moony, you look about five minutes away from keeling over.”

The hand petting through Sirius’ hair takes out some of the sting from the words, but James is right, isn’t he?

“And you two are high as hippogryphs the night before an exam. That horse isn’t looking very tall, Prongs.”

Remus looks down at where Sirius worked his head into his lap (when did that happen?), eyes soft and lovely. He looks so pretty like this, even with the dark circles under his eyes.

“May I have my cake, mo réalta?”

Sirius tries to stand up to get it, but the hand in his hair keeps him from moving.

“Don’t. Just tell me where it is, please.”

Remus gets his cake and sits back down on the bed, with a gentle hand manoeuvres Sirius’ head back onto his thigh. Rips off a piece of cake with his fingers and feeds it to Sirius. Another bubble bursts somewhere above them, the air becoming almond-sweet.

Suddenly, Sirius is hungry. “This is the best cake I’ve ever tasted.”

James, uncharacteristically quiet, bursts out in almost manic laughter. “That’s the bubbles talking, Padfoot.”

NOTES:

part 8! Of 30 :)

Early morning chapter courtesy of my lack of sleep :)

I kept thinking of bubbles left over in a shower or a bath when deciding what to write for this, but figured that’s too early in the story yet :)

hope everyone has an excellent weekend ❤️

@moon-girl88 @digital-kam @tealeavesandtrash @sweetstarryskies @alltoounwellll @hunnybeemarie @hoje--aqui @annaliza999 @hihimissamericanbi

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