#i know what types of cheeses she used and how to make the roux

[biohazard-inevitable]

Trying to recreate my sister’s christmas mac n cheese recepie that she cant remember.

May sanji have mercy on my soul for any cooking sins i may be about to commit

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

Just remembered I forgot to post my very self-indulgent fic where Sara Pena meets Sloane from the Fursona Telephone episode (Sloane does not actually appear in this fic but she is discussed at length and will appear in future fics I promise 🥰)

Anyways, enjoy!

Love in its many artforms

Once in a blue moon, Hunter's life intersected with Sara's career, which, today, involved Facebook stalking.

“Oh, Hun, you're Facebook friends with my new client,” Sara called from the living room.

Hunter poked her head out of the kitchen, where she was preparing dinner.

“Hm? Who is it?” Hunter hadn't used Facebook in six and a half years.

“Sloane Clark.”

Hunter inhaled sharply. “I forgot I was Facebook friends with her. She hired you?”

“Yeah, we met at the last party I worked and she said she was having a get together and wanted my energy to liven it up.”

“Oh, cool.” Behind her, a pot of macaroni boiled over.

“How do you two know each other?”

“We went to the same high school,” Hunter said, wondering how much she wanted to elaborate.

“Aw, fun! She seemed really nice.”

“She was pretty nice in high school. We did a group project together.” Hunter took a deep breath and added, “Honestly, I had a bit of a crush on her.”

“I can see that,” Sara said, since she knew she was Hunter’s type and Sloane seemed like her in a slightly different font. “Do you want me to do some digging? See if you would've had a chance in high school?”

“What, like ask her if she's gay?”

“Yeah!”

Hunter blushed, “I don't need to know. But, um, if you wanted to.”

“I won't push the matter, but if it comes up I'll let you know.” Pause. “Unless you wanted to come with me?”

Hunter cringed, glancing behind her. “Shit, the macaroni.”

Sara got up to help sort out dinner (mostly providing moral support) and wait for an answer to her question.

Hunter seemed to mull it over while she pulled the overflowing macaroni pot off the burner. She hadn't started on the roux yet, so at least that wasn't burned. Sara's burner had taken some cosmetic damage, but the rest of their meal was salvageable.

“Do you want to go to the party?” Sara asked again.

“No,” Hunter finally said. “I don't want to know if she remembers me. It can stay an unrequited crush, I have something so much better now.”

Sara threw back her head and laughed. “Thanks, hun. I do like hearing about who you were before I met you. Thank you for letting me into your life.”

“Thank you for wanting to be a part of my life.”

“I could say the same to you.” Sara went to set the table while Hunter finished the mac and cheese.

“I'm still going to find out if Sloane is gay,” Sara added.

“Go for it.”

“And then you can come to the next party.”

Now it was Hunter's turn to laugh. “We'll see about that.”

Sara had a good time at the party, though it was a bit smaller and cozier than she was used to. She got her answer pretty quickly, and a few more answers than she was expecting.

When she came home she was brimming with information.

Hunter usually waited up for Sara after a party and tonight was no different. “How'd it go?”

“It was lovely! Very 90's themed, so that was fun. Like, I don't think she played a single song that came out after 1999. Which is a shame because I know a Valley song she'd love.”

“Interesting,” Hunter said, “what else?”

“Oh yeah, the secret mission.”

“Don't say it like that, that makes me sound creepy,” Hunter said, dressed in her all black vintage nightgown. In the light of Sara's ever-growing collection of candles, she looked like a Victorian ghost come back from the dead to haunt her secret sapphic lover for one last night of passion, unaware that her moans of pleasure sounded like the howls of the damned.

“Sloane is in fact bisexual, though I'm not sure she knew that in high school. But she is also a furry so I'm not entirely certain you're her type.”

“Huh. That's a surprise. Well, thanks for looking into it for me, I guess.”

Sara plopped down on the couch next to Hunter and rested her head on Hunter's shoulder. “No problem, Hun.”

Hunter was quiet for a while before musing, “If we'd dated in high school I would have gotten so good at drawing furries.”

“Love drives us all to create,” Sara said wisely, glancing up at the photo wall of photographs and paintings Hunter had made.

“By the way, I made you a playlist.”

Hunter smiled and pressed a kiss to Sara's cheek. “I love you, too.”

[chasseurdeloup-retired]

Taking Whisks || Roland and Kaden

TIMING: Before the scream LOCATION: Roland’s house PARTIES: @sgtrolandhills​ and @chasseurdeloup​ SUMMARY: Upon learning that Sarge eats way too many Lean Cuisines and doesn't even know what a roux is, Kaden offers to teach Roland some cooking basics. The pair bond and have a perfectly pleasant evening. (But for real)

While he could solely rely on prepped delivery boxes with the simplest of instructions, Roland realized he was probably getting too old to not have any real cooking skills. It didn’t look like the being alone aspect of things was changing anytime soon either. With him feeling more and more like he was failing in his work life, he needed something for himself in his personal life. He enjoyed eating. What better hobby to pick up than cooking? Plus, Kaden seemed to know what he was talking about with his roux and flour. He liked Langley well enough. A bit of a wild card, but he could see them getting on outside the station. A friend or two couldn’t hurt, right? That’s what he told himself as he opened the door to welcome Kaden into his home. “Hey,” he greeted, “I appreciate you taking the time to show me the ropes of cooking. I have some beer in the fridge-- lady at the store said it was French. I also have some pinot noir which is apparently pretty nice. Haven’t tried it myself yet.” He had planned on sharing it with Erin, but it was now very apparent what a bad idea that would be. Even if there was no longer evidence against her, he couldn’t look past what he’d seen.

As Kaden stepped up to his boss’s house, he realized he hadn’t planned ahead very well. Well, alright, he had planned ahead and brought not just his own food to cook, but his own pots and pans, too. Okay, sure, Sarge probably had pots and pans but he couldn’t guarantee a man who ate lean cuisines had adequate cooking equipment. What he hadn’t planned on was how in the hell he was going to ring the doorbell. Kaden tried to angle his elbow to knock the door bell but he couldn’t get it just right. He then tried to adjust the pots and pans in his arms to try and wriggle a free hand to knock on the door but there was just too much. Sure, he could just sit something down first and then knock or use the doorbell, but then he’d have to reach down and pick it all up again. Instead, Kaden decided to knock on the door with his foot. Some might call it kicking, but it was clearly a knock. “Hey, Sarge,” he said as the door swung open. “Don’t mention it. I can’t let you waste away on, what are they called again, Lean Cuisines?” Kaden shuddered at the thought. “I’m no master chef, alright, but I can teach a few basics. Trust me, you’ll never be able to go back.” As Kaden settled in the kitchen, he couldn’t help but think how strange it was that he had co-workers. He was so used to being a weird freelancer type, taking whatever odd jobs paid the bills, hunting and relying on the kindness of his hunter contacts. This whole same people every day thing was new. And strange. Stranger yet was that he sort of respected and like Roland. “This wine doesn't look half bad,” he said, looking over the bottle. “You didn’t get it on account of me, right?”

While he and Langley didn’t get to do too much talking at work, Roland did respect him. Animal Control was a vital part of public safety, especially in this town where aggressive animals seemed to somehow be the norm. He looked forward to learning the basics of cooking from him. Weren’t the French notorious for really fine cuisine? From Lean Cuisines to fine cuisine-- that sounded like quite the tagline. “Yeah, you got that right. I take it they don’t have Lean Cuisines in France,” he joked. “I’m sure you’re way ahead of me. I have it on pretty good authority you make good pies.” Why Dr. Kavanagh knew that, he wasn’t sure, but he trusted her to be objective above all else. He welcomed the younger man into his kitchen and gave him a brief tour of his home. There wasn’t much in the way of decor and sometimes he missed the little odds and ends Isabel always kept around to make it feel more welcoming. He’d never been good at that whole home decor thing. At the mention of the wine being nice and Kaden wondering why he’d gotten it, he frowned slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, uh,” he started, “Originally thought I’d share it with a lady friend, but things didn’t quite work out.” It felt odd saying it out loud and he was sure Langley didn’t need to hear about the sad state of his love life. To lighten the mood, he cracked a small smile. “Don’t worry, Langley, not trying to woo you with the fancy wine instead.” He watched as Kaden began unloading bags onto his freshly cleaned kitchen counter. “So what all did you bring and what are we making,” he asked.

“I don’t believe they do, no. I think half the country might riot at the thought alone,” Kaden joked as he started placing his cooking accoutrement on the counter, getting things set up and situated for the lesson at hand. The mention of his pie brought a small smile to his face. It had to be Regan who told him about the pies, right?  He shook his head, tried to focus, didn’t need to sit there grinning like an idiot while thinking about his girlfriend, not after what Sarge just told him. “A lady friend, huh?” Kaden was ready to jibe him, but the look on Sarge’s face made him think better of it. “I’m sure she wasn’t worth it,” he said with a shrug. “Hey, you never know. I’m quite a catch, after all,” he said as he started setting out the ingredients one by one, trying to keep them in order that seemed sensical, easy to follow. “I will warn you, though. I’m taken so sorry to dash your hopes. I know. You’re crushed.” He took his pot and set it on the burner and started the heat it up, low and slow. “So we’re going to start with a roux. It’s a decent base to make a lot of sauces. We can make a white and a red sauce so you have some basic options. You’ll never want to look at a Lean cuisine ever again.” At least he hoped. Sarge was a nice guy. There was no need to keel over on account of the massive amounts of sodium he was likely consuming. “So how did you end up in White Crest, anyway?

The thought of a bunch of French men rioting over Lean Cuisines was pretty comical. Roland chuckled heartily and noticed the small grin on Kaden’s face. It was kind of nice to see him in good spirits. Usually when he saw Langley, Wu or Stryder were ribbing him. Amusing as it was, he knew it could make anyone a little annoyed. Thankfully, Kaden wasn’t pushing the mention of a lady friend. His own lapse in judgment bothered him more than anything else. A pretty face had never been able to fool him in the past. He shrugged, “Definitely am better off. Just thought I was a better judge of character, but what can you do?” Clearly not much considering the evidence against Erin had just vanished somehow. It wasn’t something he wanted to dwell on. All he could do was move forward and work the case alone. Not that his detectives left him with much of an option until he figured out just who was compromising cases so carelessly. He couldn’t help but laugh at Kaden going along with his joke. “Damn, glad I didn’t splurge on the fancy cheese then.” He looked over the ingredients Kaden was pulling out and added them to his mental grocery list. “A roux is a sauce base. I’ve had red and white sauces before… not sure if they’re the same ones, but I’ll give them a go. What would I put them on,” He imagined some sort of meat, vegetable, or pasta which didn’t narrow much of anything down. “I do plan on ditching the Lean Cuisines though.” Mostly on account of needing to take better care of himself. The next question made him shake his head. “Funny story, actually,” he said with a laugh, “I was transferred here. Pretty sure it was because I was hopping ranks too quickly and my boss didn’t want me to get a promotion over him… or I was digging too deeply into a case they wanted to keep hushed. Either way, I’m almost positive they wanted me out of Boston. Joke’s on them, somehow White Crest manages to be more exciting than Boston. What about you? I’m sure Maine is no France.”

“Well, better to figure it out now and not months later.” Kaden huffed out a small laugh, more at himself than Roland. True, things were fine now but he spent how long thinking Regan was human? At least Sarge wouldn’t have to deal with any fall out later “Sorry, just thinking about-- Uh, nevermind.” He pulled out the ingredients, butter, flour, heavy cream. “Yeah, it’s a base, good for a béchamel or espagnole, it can just add a good rich base to a lot of sauces” Kaden reached into one of the bags he brought with him and pulled out a bottle of wine. “And you can add wine to about any sauce to make it better. Sort of a solid rule. Never fails.” As he started working, Kaden explained as he went, showing Roland exactly what he was doing, trying his best to elaborate on it. He wasn’t sure if it all made sense. But he tried and hoped Roland was getting something out of it. “Sure seems like you got more than you bargained for.” Hopping ranks too quickly? That didn’t surprise him. Roland seemed the type to throw himself into work head on, unflinchingly. Part of him figured that was a result of this divorce but maybe Kaden was mistaken and it was the other way around. “Yeah, it’s very different, that’s for sure. I actually was last in Montreal, though. Not as big a leap, but certainly different.”  Kaden stirred the sauce in the making, never taking his eyes off it as he did. “This is probably my first longer term job, believe it or not. Most didn’t really have ranks you could hop. Odd jobs are odd that way.”

“Very true,” Roland agreed. It would have stung much more if he had let himself grow more fond of Erin only to discover the truth. There seemed to be a joke that he didn’t quite get, but Kaden seemed to prefer writing it off. Outside the station, he didn’t make it a habit of pushing people to share. Butter, flour, and heavy cream seemed odd for a sauce, but he supposed flavored correctly it could almost be a picatta or alfredo. He still looked a bit confused as he looked over the ingredients. “Becham-what? I don’t think I’ve had that,” he said somewhat embarrassed even though both words sounded French. He’d at least heard about the wine thing if only because he likes the chicken in white wine sauce at the Cheesecake Factory. “I’ve heard about the wine thing before. Not that I’ve tried it in practice myself, but I’m not completely hopeless.” He realized he may have sounded a bit arrogant, but he knew his former boss was nothing if not insecure. If anything, Roland took pride in his officer moving up because it meant he was doing his job as a leader. “You’re telling me,” he said with a hearty laugh, “This place makes Boston seem like Disneyland. Just means we all have our work cut out for us to make this town a safer place to live.” He followed along as Laden started the roux and listened to the instructions closely before he touched anything. He listened, too, genuinely curious to know more about Kaden. “Montreal, huh? Went there once with my family on vacation. Definitely a different world. Seems like you’re pretty well travelled,” he noted. It was a bit surprising to hear this was his most long term job. “Do you prefer Animal Control to the odd jobs you’ve held in the past? You seem to have a passion for it.”

“Béchamel,” Kaden repeated. He didn’t expect Sarge to get the accent right, rarely did many Americans manage. “It’s similar to an alfredo, but different. You’ll see. Or taste, rather.” Kaden continued working the roux, making sure it mixed and thickened, but stayed light. “Really, so long as it tastes good, that’s all that matters. Cooking’s not too hard when you look at it like that.” He grabbed a second pan and placed it on the stove, gesturing for Roland to take a spot there and try his hand at it. With some guidance, of course. “This town certainly isn’t boring, you can’t deny that,” he said with a half-hearted laugh. “But yeah, I’ve traveled around a lot. Grew up in Lyon, France. Saw most of the country, not all of it of course, moved to Germany after--” Kaden clenched his jaw, stopping his sentence short. Strange how he got used to just casually talking about his parent’s death with so many people. Still wasn’t something he liked to just bring up out of nowhere. “Anyway, lived there a while, I’ve seen a lot of Europe, then came over to Montreal for a bit and now I’m here.”

It was strange to realize how different his life was here to his past. Weirder yet, he didn’t hate it. He was so fucking sure just less than a year ago that stability was the enemy and that it was the last thing he wanted; that it would make his life boring or pointless or just not worth living. Part of him hated how much he preferred things now. Another part wondered what things would be like if he’d opened himself up to things a little sooner. “Surprisingly, yeah. Love it.” He brushed his hands together, looking around for the next ingredient. “Never thought I’d be the type to like a structured job with all the authority and everything.” Kaden tapped the spoon on the edge of the pot, pausing before taste testing. “Not sure there’s any ranks for me to hop but I’m really good with where I am. Guess there’s probably room for improvement, all that.” He took a look at Sarge’s attempts at the sauce. “There’s some room for improvement there, too. But not a bad start.”

It didn’t come as a surprise to Roland that he couldn’t say the name of the fancy French sauce correctly. Even when Kaden repeated it, he looked at him a bit wide-eyed, and tried saying it again more slowly. Still didn’t sound the same, but it was probably at least a little bit closer. “I do like alfredo sauces,” he noted but failed to mention that he primarily ate the Lean Cuisine Chicken Alfredo. Hopefully, this roux tasted even better since the Lean Cuisine one lacked in flavor. It was really a matter of convenience. He didn’t have any sort of passion for food like some folks seemed to. It was a means to an end. “I guess you’re right there. Here’s to hoping all the frozen and canned food hasn’t totally destroyed my palette,” he joked with a laugh. He listened to as Kaden explained his travels and how he ended up here, but also carefully watched the ingredients being prepped. “Sounds like you’ve definitely seen a nice chunk of the world. I’m glad you ended up here though. Not everyone could do your job, especially in this town.” The records alone indicated just how aggressive the animal population was, but after that night stuck in that house with Marley, Roland realized just how dangerous Langley’s job really was.

He slowly stirred the sauce in the pot to keep it from coagulation and listened as Kaden spoke. It brought Roland joy to know that Langley found his job enriching. There wasn’t much room to move up within the department, but pay raises came based on performances and he’d love to hear any ideas Kaden had to help improve the department. “I’m glad you enjoy your job. From what I’ve seen, you’re good at it,” he said truthfully. He took a taste of the sauce and it wasn’t bad. Wasn’t great, but was definitely a step up from a Lean Cuisine. “Mm,” he started, “Definitely an improvement. But in all seriousness, if there’s any changes or efforts you’d like to implement within the department, let me know. I can put in a good word and help push things forward.”

“Sure have. There’s something to be said for stability though. Everywhere’s a little different, it’s good to travel, but it’s nice to have a home.” At least that was what Kaden imagined. White Crest was starting to feel more like a home than any place had in a long time. Lyon, sure, but that was  a long time ago. And even then. Kaden tried to hold back a laugh at the second part. Sarge has no idea how right he was that not just anyone could make it as an animal control officer in White Crest. Hell it took a literal hunter. And even then. “Thanks, though. Definitely glad you ended up here, too. Even if you’re probably way too good for this small town force.” He took a moment to taste Roland’s sauce. Not bad. “Add a little salt.”

At Roland’s offer, Kaden paused and his head tilted in thought. His sauce was all but forgotten for a moment. Did Sarge really trust him? Have faith that he knew what he was doing enough to-- “You’d do that?” was all he could manage to ask. He wasn’t even remotely sure how to feel about it. The only job anyone ever trusted him to do and do well was hunting. Hell, it was the only long term position he’d ever really held. “I always worry I’m screwing up more than not or that-- I don’t know.” That he wasn’t good enough. “I know I keep saying it but, thanks. I mean that. I’ll, uh, I’ll think on it.” A brief pause and a million thoughts flooded into his mind. “I mean I already know we need some more help I think. I know it’s a small town but even another part time officer on shift would help a lot. And, uh, maybe more snare poles. Stronger ones. Sturdier cages. And an outreach program to educate people on what to do wh--” In all his excitement and ideas, Kaden almost forgot the sauce. And that he needed to keep stirring. “Putain!” It was darker than he wanted. “Oh well, still better than a lean cuisine. I’m sure I can save it somehow. Yours looks pretty good, though. Good job. I think you’re getting the hang of it.”

“I get that,” Roland responded as he continued to stir the sauce. He wasn’t so sure if White Crest felt like home, especially not after what happened with Erin. It seemed to only reaffirm the notion that he was supposed to be alone in the world. It would inevitably make it easier. He had no disillusions about how he’d go out. The risks were apparent when he first joined the force so many years ago and even more so after his father died in the line of duty. He supposed he did feel a sense of responsibility for the community. Did that make somewhere home? He didn’t want to recall the last time anywhere felt like home. Instead, he’d take his sauce only needing a touch more of salt as a victory. He added a dash of sauce and mixed it in before giving it another taste. “I think that may be spot on now.”

Roland wasn’t sure why what he said to Langley came as a surprise. He believed in helping good workers grow and important departments expand. In this town, Animal Control was vital. What he and Stryder had seen in that house only proved that belief. “Of course,” he answered, “I wouldn’t have said it if I hadn’t meant it. You do good work and I’ve seen some of the more aggressive animals in this town. Your work is a vital part of public safety, If you have any ideas to improve that, I want to hear them and help make them happen.” He’d meant it. When Kaden started to excitedly list ideas, he couldn’t help but smile as he continued to stir his sauce. That kind of passion for the job was something he loved seeing, even if it wasn’t necessarily his department. A safer community meant the whole station was doing their job. He made a mental list of everything Kaden said. “More snare poles, but stronger. Sturdier cages. I’ll have to run the idea of another part time officer by the department head, but I’ll see if I can have some pull in that. Those all sound like good ideas, Langley.” He was a bit amused that Kaden had messed up his sauce and shook his head. “You may have gotten a bit distracted, but I think you know what you’re doing well enough to fix it. I’m pretty happy with mine. Definitely better than Lean Cuisine.”

“Right, yeah, of course.” Kaden was pretty sure the corners of his mouth were turning up into a smile. This was stupid. He knew he did a better job than most animal control officers in the past and certainly better than Gary. He also had an advantage over most people trying for the job in this town. Still, it just, it wasn’t all that often that anyone told him he did a good job. His work was vital for public safety. It was something he knew but the acknowledgement from someone else, someone he respected; it felt better than he could have guessed. And it was for something he did that was normal. Well, alright, it still involved hunting, but it wasn’t all hunting. It was a lot of mundane stuff, too. And he loved it, even during the hard parts. And he didn’t suck at it. Normally he didn’t suck at cooking, either, but at least he had helped save Sarge from a lean cuisine. “You’re right. This is one thing I know how to fix.”

[zazzyzoo]

Cookin' with wrestlers! Quick quiz: How many types of soup can you name? Let's brainstorm! There's chowder, gumbo, consommé, potage, cream soup, purée... and bisque.

Bisques are usually seafood-based and are characterized by their thick, velvety texture. I had a bowl of lobster bisque recently. It was DELECTABLE. It came with all these special breads and seasoned cracker thingies to crunch up and stir into it. I was super-happy, but -- BUT -- it was not Bliss.

No bisque that costs 8 bucks a pop can ever be Bliss. You all must know by now that the only thing on which I will happily spend beaucoup dollars is wrestling. I just dropped a wad of cash on a second-row seat at ROH Survival of the Fittest, and I will drop another wad or two on pre-show Meet & Greets. I feel very, very irresponsible.

But back to the issue of Bliss. Today's mission was to find a Blissful bisque. It was a risk. But there is such a bisque, and it doesn't require a whisk. Nor will it give you a slipped disc. This bisque is so brisk, you're just a jot away from what can only be called... Mushroom Blissque!

The Goddess of WWE enlisted the Undertaker's help as she made this Blissque a reality. Mark ye this: I CANNOT OVERSTATE THE DELICIOUSNESS OF THIS SOUP. I mean, mushrooms are awesome to begin with. But one of the best things a mushroom can do for you is to become part of Mushroom Blissque. Now, Alexa could charge you 8 buckaroos for a bowl of it. But she won't, because she's not a price-gouging bistro shark. This is Bliss for the masses!

3 tbsp butter or margarine (the latter is more Blissful, as it costs less)

8 oz mushrooms, diced (Alexa used Baby Bellas)

Half an onion, minced

2 tbsp flour

1/2 cup water

1/2 cup milk

1/2 tsp garlic powder

1/8 tsp ground thyme

Dash of Worcestershire sauce

A couple pinches dried parsley

Salt and pepper, to taste

In a large saucepan, melt the butter/margarine over medium heat. Add the mushrooms and onions and let them cook, stirring frequently, until the onions are soft and translucent and the mushrooms shrink up. It'll go from this...

... to this. Look how much it reduces! The water in the mushrooms will release and create the beginnings of a broth.

Now add the flour and stir. Then add the water and milk and stir to dissolve the roux. In only a couple minutes, it'll be pretty creamy.

Next, add the garlic powder, thyme, Worcestershire, parsley, salt, and pepper. Stir well and let it boil very gently for a couple minutes.

Now the part that makes it a Blissque! You're going to purée part of the soup to make it richer and smoother. You could use a blender (if you have an immersion blender, I wish I were you), or you could use a food mill. That's the elbow-grease method! Position the food mill over a large bowl, like so:

Pour the soup into the food mill and turn the handle to force the soup through the little holes.

Don't process all the solids through the mill. Let a substantial amount of mushroom and onion pieces go un-squooshed. Scrape those bits out of the mill and back into the bowl with the puréed portion.

If the Blissque seems to have cooled down by now, pour it back into the saucepan and gently reheat it. Otherwise, go ahead and serve! Top each serving with some Parmesan cheese. Makes 2 portions.

[prossima-nebulosa]

50 to 60 and 90 to 100 just because. Consider it as payback, but really I'm curious and I like to snoop into peoples lives so please talk about yourself some more *nudge nudge*

Okay I suppose I deserve it since I made you write personal stuff for like 40 minutes, but just as you said I love this stuff so much as well! So yeah thanks sweetie

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

Nothing, I’m a pretty boring person. I only collect mangas and comics yeah. Sometimes, though, I randomly pick up stuff I like or that sparks my interest.

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

This is hard. I’ll pick you for convenience reasons: “Ed Sheeran - Sing” (I’m biased here, you seem to like Ed Sheeran - plus you’re both gingers - and Sing is one of the song I love the most lol)

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

HOW ITALIANS… THESE MEMES ARE KILLING ME- STOP ME BEFORE I GO CRAZY, I’VE BEEN SPAMMING MY FB AND TWITTER DASHBOARDS WITH THIS STUFF!

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

I have no idea what the heck is this stuff and I’m too lazy to google it. Anyway using my super logical powers it seems related on some kind of movie genre… Since I’ve heard this names before. Sadly I don’t watch that many films so I cannot say.

Errata corrige: it seems I need to watch rocky horror picture show because there’s a guy in drag.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

I suppose it was one of my classmate a week ago. She wasn’t sad, but sick. She burst into tears cause her stomach was hurting a lot and she couldn’t handle it anymore so I hugged her and told her to go home and get some rest. She told me she suffers from gastritis poor girl…

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

I’m quite sure I did some very stupid and idiotic stuff to prove my points but I cannot seem to remember one right now. Well the last one that’s still stuck in my head was proving the apple I chose to eat was a good one. It wasn’t. I ate it anyway to prove to my dad, uncle and cousin I was right.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

I love quiet people, I’m not talking about introvert ones, but those very relaxed, super chilled, people who speak in a soft voice. I find endearing when people get all frustrated as well. 

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

This song never ceases to amaze me. It gives me a very weird vibe, like I’m in a theatre and I’m playing some whimsical drama lol

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

They are both my friend Juls lol Since she’s the only one who drinks in our group.

59: what’s your favorite myth?

The foundation of Rome. No seriously I’ve never thought about it. I love almost any Greek and Roman myths because they’re surprisingly savage.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

Okay here’s the fact: I like poetry because I cannot seem to understand it at all. It’s something so culturally superior to me that I’ve never grasped a single poetry without an explanation at the end lol Moreover my knowledge in this field is pretty basic for it’s mostly school related.

Anyway some of my favourite ones are: 

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by E.E.Cummings (I found this one out while reading a fanfiction lol)

Il Sabato del Villaggio by Giacomo Leopardi (This one I love so much.)

X Agosto by Giovanni Pascoli (This is stuck on me for some reasons, I find very endearing the comparison between the dad and the bird.)

“Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale” by Eugenio Montale (I remember this one because there was a post around here that proved Montale’s affirmation was indeed right and I’m still seeking it.)

90: talk about one of you favorite cities.

This is one of those questions you are not allowed to do. Now I’m gonna rant about my love for Rome for hours on end.

Do I even need to explain why I love Rome so much? I’m emotionally attached to it since I was little. My future was all planned in that city and I’m still not over having moved away from it. Rome is that kind of big city full of tourists and romans who throw profanities at each others and I love it so much. Being there can make me so damn happy I cannot even fathom how is it possible. 

Rome is everything I’ve ever dreamed about seriously.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

Nowhere cause I’m a broke-ass… However I wanted to go to some big amusement park.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

I don’t put parmiggiano on pastas. Aside soup dish ones because it’s tastier this way. I put a very huge amount of parmiggiano on risotto though. I seriously have a weird obsession for parmiggiano on risotto.

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

I collect my hair on a hair clip. I hate having my hair on my face.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

THAT’S ME!!! Just kidding, today actually it’s my brother’s best friend and my uncle birthdays. Moreover in two days it’s my dad’s birthday as well. Then comes mine on 22nd March.

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

Crying because I’m broke while being offered food from my friends is how we usually spend our weekends.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

It does everything automatically I only have to reboot it sometimes.

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

ENFP type, Aries and I have no idea cause I don’t like HP. Last time I checked I was Gryffindor I believe. 

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

Never went on a real hiking expedition. However I did hiking on those fake platforms and I loved it so much. The trainer was very surprised and told me I was quite good. I am indeed a monkey.

That happened five years ago more or less, so I can’t guarantee I’m still capable of doing it.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

There are plenty of them but I’ll list the ones who came up on my mind on the spot:

Golden Age - The Asteroids Galaxy Tour

Bulletproof - La Roux

Seven Days in Sunny June - Jamiroquai

Mystic Eyes - (Vision of Escaflowne’s ending song)

Fanfare - (One Piece film Strong World ending theme)

Dive in the Sky - (Planetes opening theme)

Estate - Negramaro

Gli ostacoli del cuore - Elisa 

L’Amour Toujours - Gigi D’Agostino

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

I would go five years into the past. It would be pretty pointless seriously, because even though I regret my school choice I’ve already gave in on the idea of redoing it. I had fun in high school despite choosing the wrong one, but I still wanna go back and tell myself to beware what’s gonna happen. Maybe I would tell myself to hang out more and enjoy those years because afterwards it won’t be all fun and smooth orz

Actually I just wanna go in the past because I love the past? Does it make sense? I wouldn’t be satisfied with only five years, I wanna go back so far in the past and see things I’ve never experienced!