#little mixer

[inkskinned]

you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

[junqwhee-in]

“There was a formula within the band of, you know, girl power, or, ‘we don't like boys!’ – which we loved. But on my own it was more experimental, conceptually. The rulebook was thrown out the window of what a standard pop record should sound like,” she says. For “Angel of my Dreams”, she wanted to tap into her own experiences; not just that of a group, but hers. “It’s about my love-hate relationship with the music industry. I love being a pop star, but I also hate what comes with it. I feel like that song is, like, a three and a half minute version of my whole career squashed into a song. The opening sequence, to me, feels very like The X Factor, and then when the beat comes in it’s like I’ve been catapulted into the music industry. I wanted it to feel super theatrical. Almost like it's got three acts.”

JADE THIRLWALL for Polyester (Summer 2024).

[becca-e-barnes]

As a romantic, sentimental shit, I decided to add a little spin off to the Moving In series.

While I'm not a huge fan of Christmas, Christmas Eve always felt really special to me. Christmas Eve traditions in our family have changed a lot over the years but I'm really excited to start my own! I've been trying to imagine what my perfect Christmas Eve would be like next year and it'd be pretty damn close to this.

If you celebrate it, have a lovely Christmas tomorrow! If you don't, I hope you have a wonderful day!

There's no way to keep the cat off the twinkling fairy lights on the tree. You've tried every trick the internet could offer but nothing stops her; except her own sleepiness.

After a long afternoon fighting the lights (and losing), she's curled up in the armchair, peacefully sleeping.

The tree is safe.

For now.

"Your fluffy murderer is asleep." Bucky hums contentedly, pulling you impossibly closer to him on the sofa.

"Good." It's about time. Even the TV playing Olaf's Frozen Adventure doesn't seem to be disturbing her and she loves that movie.

You're surprised the heat hasn't knocked Bucky out yet. Between your body heat, the matching pyjamas you're both wearing and the glowing embers of the fire, you're surprised he's not asleep too.

"What's Santa bringing tomorrow?" Bucky teases, running his hand from your hip to your waist, slipping his hand under you top and letting it rest there.

"I don't know! Hopefully the stand mixer I asked for... Maybe some baking supplies... Some cat treats maybe." You smile at the thought and feel Bucky laughing against your back.

"That cat of yours has not made it onto the Nice List, sweetheart. No chance. Santa won't be visiting her." His lips are curled into a smile as they drift from your collar, up the back of your neck.

"She's been good the rest of the year. She's only been naughty since I put the tree up." You feel like you have to protest on her behalf, even though you know Santa will be bringing her plenty of cat treats.

"So there's hope for you too then if that's how Santa works. If he excuses short bursts of naughtiness, you might still make it." His hand trails its way back to your hip, slipping just under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

"I've been good this year and you know it!" You tease, pressing your ass back against him.

"Oh see no, this is naughty." Bucky corrects you, kissing your neck with a little more pressure.

"I don't think so. You seem to like it so this is me being nice." You wiggle your ass against the front of his pyjamas, enjoying the evidence of his interest.

"Don't argue sweetheart, that'll put you firmly on the Naughty List." He knows you hate reasoning like that.

"Well, if you've been so good this year, what's Santa bringing you?"

There's a short pause but the kissing over your neck doesn't stop.

"I don't know... I don't need anything." He didn't ask you for anything for that same reason. "I have everything I need here."

"That's gross. Grow up." You know he can't see the way that made you smile so you're free to affectionately bully him for saying it.

"You're so right." He laughs, somehow shuffling even closer to you.

"I'm sure if I got down on my hands and knees in front of the tree and looked right in at the back, I could find a gift with your name on it." You go back to rubbing your ass against his crotch, tempting him to escalate.

"Sweetheart, that view alone would be enough of a gift." He's got a special way of making you feel like a temptation, without ever objectifying you. God, he's wonderful. "But I want to see that pretty face. I want to lay you down under your tree and unwrap my gift properly."

"Unwrapping your gift early will put you on the Naughty List!" You try to feign disgust at the very suggestion but really, that's all you want.

"Then I'll be the happiest man on the damn Naughty List this year." He laughs, scooping you up and laying you down on the plush carpet.

"You're more of a terror than the cat." You giggle before his lips are pressed to yours, kissing you with an intensity you really quite enjoy. His tongue slips past your lips, rubbing against your own and it's almost dizzying to start so intensely.

Your fingertips dig into his broad, muscular back and shoulders. It's easy to let need cloud your brain and he doesn't seem to mind as he sheds his pyjama top.

"We aren't matching anymore." You smile, reaching for the bottom of your own top, pulling it off in one swift motion.

"Excuse me. You're unwrapping my present for me." Bucky pretends to be horrified but your decision has its perks. He's now got full access to your breasts and it's like Christmas came early for him.

He wastes no time, sucking and kissing and licking your breasts. His tongue flicks over your stiff nipples, enjoying the way the sensation makes you squeal and writhe under his mouth.

"Bucky... Please." You whine after a while, desperate for him to move on.

"Someone's needy." Bucky smiles, raising an eyebrow before he reaches down to remove the bottom half of your pyjama set.

Fuck, he's not wrong. His fingertips trail against your sex, checking to see whether you're as aroused as you sound and he's almost surprised to find you are.

"God, you're so wet. I'm going to make this pretty little pussy gush for me." He slips a thick finger into you, followed by a second and he's thrilled to realise you'll be able to take him already. He can take the edge off for you now and then take his sweet time licking his own load out of your fluttering cunt once he's given you what you need.

"Please." You whimper, noticing he's offered you nothing awfully useful. He hasn't curled his fingers to stroke your walls, he hasn't moved at all actually.

"I wanted to take my time with you." Bucky begins, removing his fingers and taking off his pyjama bottoms. "But that's not what you want right now, is it?"

You shake your head, giving in to your own desperation freely, knowing he'd want you to be honest.

"That's okay, sweetheart. Let's take good care of you." The residual heat of the fire warms your bare skin as Bucky arranges your thighs, settling himself between your legs.

"Good girl." Bucky hums, dragging his thick, bare cock through the evidence of your arousal, coating himself in the slick mess between your legs. "So pretty for me."

He watches the way your body accommodates him so willingly and your whines remind him not to keep you waiting.

His thick, leaking tip presses to your entrance and the feeling of him sliding into you is breathtaking. It always is.

Both of you stop breathing for a few short seconds until he's slid the whole way home, buried as deep inside you as your bodies will allow.

"Hey, look at me." Bucky whispers, holding the side of your face gently with one hand, making you realise you'd closed your eyes.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He begins to pull back slowly before pressing back in, setting a slow rhythm.

If feels wrong not to tell him the same. It's wrong not to tell him how wonderful you think he is. It's not fair to let the moment pass without mentioning that you love getting to do this with him and be vulnerable but still feel safe. You love having him in your space and spending time together and getting to enjoy these tender, intimate moments at the most random of times. But those aren't thoughts for now. Those are thoughts for when you're both fully satisfied and cuddling together, breathless and tired and entirely aglow on this same carpet later this evening.

That feels right.

"You are the most incredible man I've ever met." You reply instead, tugging gently on his soft, dark hair to pull him into a kiss.

You hear him groan against your lips, offering the same intensity as before. He speeds up his thrusts to match his mouth, sliding in and out of you with purpose and a delightful need to spill his release into you as he's coaxing yours from you.

"Play with yourself." His instruction is clear and driven by his own need. He needs to feel you cum before he can allow himself to do the same and his orgasm really seems to have snuck up on him.

Your hand slips between your bodies with a practiced ease, finding the little bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing it in tight circles.

"Good girl. Fuck, I wish you knew how you feel. So wet and soft and warm." He hasn't taken his eyes off your face and that only lets you see how pleasure is evident all over his. He's almost overwhelmed and it's so lovely to watch.

"Fuck, I'm so close." You whine, begging him not to change a single thing. Not his pace, not his angle, nothing. This is perfect.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Go ahead, I'm right behind you. I've got you."

The release is all consuming for a good few seconds, your body fluttering and twitching, milking Bucky's from him and he so willingly gives it to you. He groans gentle praises as he works both of you through your highs, taking every ounce of pleasure he can get from you while giving you as much as possible.

When your peak and his have both subsided, he slips out of you, giving himself a second to catch his breath.

"If you weren't on the Naughty List before, you definitely are now." You giggle, kissing his forehead repeatedly.

"I'm just getting started." He smiles, kissing your lips before moving down your body to kiss between your thighs.

[prolibytherium]

The contents of this fridge haunt and enchant me

[nureyevs-worst-alias]

Peter: "Juno dearest, you are aware that you have to consume vitamin C or you're going to get scurvy"

Juno: "Oh dont worry I had orange juice this morning :)"

Peter: "Oh okay"

Juno: "Yeah it was in my Rum Punch"

[stellaluna33]

Modern recipe-people's over-reliance on stand mixers is really starting to annoy me. "Oh no! How could you possibly make bread dough without a stand mixer and a fancy dough hook attachment?!" "How can I be expected to cream butter and sugar without a stand mixer?!" Well, I don't know... MAYBE USE A SPOON LIKE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN DOING FOR HUNDREDS THOUSANDS OF YEARS?!!!

Look, I KNOW it's tiresome to mix stuff by hand, but you have GOT to stop assuming that every person has both the money and the space for fancy kitchen equipment, and you have GOT to stop acting like this equipment is NECESSARY to the process! It's NOT! You should AT LEAST acknowledge the low-tech, low-budget alternative instead of implying that it's "impossible" without a fancy appliance! How hard is it to say, "use your stand mixer OR use a spoon/whisk/hand mixer"????

[mae-i-scribble]

So I caught up to How I Attended an All Guys Mixer today and boy am I excited to finally get a glimpse into Tokiwa's head when it comes to how he feels about Suo. While I think it's been made abundantly clear he finds her attractive, it's the story has been pretty vague when it comes to explaining whether that attraction translates into a crush or not. Which of course becomes a huge point of interest because he's paired with the most down bad bitch in the entire cast, Suo. (When will we see how she fell for him author i am waiting most eagerly) Before chapter 51 I personally believed Tokiwa had some level of romantic attraction to her but was pointed ignoring it because he sees Suo as someone out of his league who just wants to be friends. However, this ending scene really stuck out to me

While I definitely think my earlier thoughts still have some credibility- Tokiwa's self image is most definitely making him feel awkward in response to Suo's earnest admission that spending time with him makes her very happy. And that final statement from him can be read as more along the lines of Tokiwa asking himself why he felt he was someone who *could* ask Suo out like this. However, I'm not so sure Tokiwa even has a crush on Suo at this point- or if he does, it's certainly not something he's aware of. Either way, I'm super excited to see things perhaps moving along one way or the other with them, since they are my favorite duo in this manga. Also reposting this very cute scene of Suo calming herself down during the date not date because she's adorable and I love her so much

[lawbreaker13]

For like three weeks I couldn’t figure out why I had this version of Boyfriend by Justin Bieber sung by Eric Andre going through my head and was starting to think that my brain somehow made up a non-existent Trolls Band Together promo and I thought I was going insane.

And then today I turned on the TV and Sing 2 was on and my whole life made so much more sense.

And now I’m mad that no one’s made an animatic of John Dory singing it yet.

[coffinbutch]

Having a great time working on cookies, 4/5 doughs now chilling in the fridge (gingerbread, rosemary walnut shortbread, orange cranberry thumbprint, peppermint chocolate chip). tomorrow I'm making buckeyes and baking the gingerbread, and then Sunday will be marathon baking starting with amaretti since they have to be made day of. I'm making a double batch of everything so if they make as many as the recipe says they will I'm going to end up with ~270 discreet treats

[secretsimpleness]

Storytime, when I started a second playthrough it was mainly because I craved sudoku. Female Ryder (custom), Scott Ryder / Mass Effect Andromeda (c) Bioware

[queenie-official]

wait a Hayden and little mix fan?? OMG

YESS!! i don’t make the rules but gorgeous, gorgeous girls stan little mix and Hayden Christensen 🤭

[the-meme-monarch]

i love baking it’s so fun! it’s really relaxing and great for de-stressing— NOT BREAD. NOT FUCKING BREAD FUCK YOU

[manicpixiedepressedwitch]

leigh-anne for rolling stone uk!

pics by mariano vivanco

also stream don’t say love!

[forgetaboutluna]

CALLING ALL AURAS | PERRIE EDWARDS FANS | MIXERS

I've made an Archive of Perrie Edwards pictures, interviews, Music, Music Videos - mainly of her Solo Era! reblogs appreciated to reach many people <3

Perrie: An Archive

[ildiavoloro55o]

Another crossover!!!!