#mmmmm till cookies

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mint for the ask thing! we’re going to bake and talk about our shared (very normal) love for till :3

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YESS I love talking about Till in a normal way!! The cookies will be decorated with different Till facial expressions in extreme painstaking detail

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How do you think keefe would take care of sophie if she was sick? Or the other way around

MMMMM YES

Okay.

Keefe doesn't know what to do. Like, he panics. Sophie gets sick and he starts cursing under his breath and grabbing things from the kitchen and cursing some more as he puts back the jar of pickles because "why on earth would she need pickles? I'm an idiot."

And it's partly because whenever he got sick as a kid he just holed up in his room and didn't move all day.

Soooo now he freaks out.

And Sophie just blinks when she wakes up from her nap surrounded in blankets, with a package of cookies from the forbidden cities on her shoulder, and Iggy breathing on Ella.

Keefe awkwardly walks in and is like "Yooo, how's it going, love of my life?"

and Sophie just giggles until she coughs and goes, "Can you get me something to drink and a couple painkillers?"

And Keefe just bolts.

He's back with the things in five seconds.

Sophie takes her medicine. She's struck with the fact that this boy wants to take care of her so badly but seriously does not know how. He's so worried about screwing it up or messing it up or somehow making it worse.

He can't, and it's adorable, because all he does is stupid sweet stuff like cover her in blankets or pretend like he knows what he's doing when he touches her forehead as she's buried in the blankets and he kisses her forehead and he winces and his hands shake because he just doesn't know what he's doing.

But he's really really trying.

Keefe doesn't really get all that sick, ever.

But when he does get sick, it's like a tree crashed into him, and he's down for the count. He will not move for a solid three days. He can't.

It's like over the years of avoiding getting sick because it meant staying still and staying home it now just... naturally waits till the last minute until it just rushes out and he's hit by a wall and he crumbles.

Sophie knows how to take care of sick people. Her adopted moms have taught her well. She knows that soup makes it better, she knows hot tea makes it better, she knows painkillers and cough syrup. And she brushes her fingers over his forehead with a practiced ease.

"Too hot," she says, softly.

Her grumbles, and tries to sit up. "It's not that bad, Fost--" His whole body shudders.

Sophie gently pushes him back down. "Nope. Stay down, Keefe."

He makes a grumbly noise again, but Sophie tsks, softly.

"You're not gonna get better if you don't rest."

Keefe makes a grumbly, acquiesquing noise, this time.

He deigns to sleep. For a few(ten) hours. When he wakes up, he's alone.

He manages to pull himself to his feet, a blanket draped around his shoulders, and Sophie hears him clattering around in the kitchen and walks downstairs and finds him trying to make a sandwich but his hands shake and his head hurts and she makes him sit down and reheats a bowl of soup for him and helps him back upstairs and eventually he just falls asleep on her shoulder again. And she smiles at him, because.

That's the boy she loves.

[ticklepinions]

im probably late for the sleep over thing but eh

we could DEF bake brownies or cookies or something and vibe to unnecessarily loud music till we eventually crash at 3 in the morning

literally my dream sleepover is baking as we both yell the lyrics to "dead mom" from beetlejuice XD

Mmmmm brownies~

Sounds fun, would vibe!

[fanfictionaries]

Love and Academia Ch. 10 - Friends and Feelings

Pairing: AU Professor!Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Swearing, smut, NSFW/18+ only, mentions of death/violence/suicide, Angst

Author’s note: A sweet, little Steve/Natasha chapter. Super short. Super sweet. 

Just thought I’d give you guys a little Steve/Natasha interaction. I love them so much and I know some people have said how much they love them as well! So hopefully this holds you over till the next chapter is up! 

And as always, I do not currently have a beta reader so please excuse any larger issues. It’s just little ol’ me!

***

“I said, stop. Moving,” Natasha huffed, attempting to grab ahold of Steve’s wrist once again. However, just as she had it within her grasp, he moved it, too engrossed in his animated ramblings to stay still.

“I’m just saying, you should have seen the way they were looking at each other!” exclaimed Steve, waving his free hand wildly through the air for emphasis. The full movement of his other arm currently inhibited by the pair of handcuffs keeping him secured to the metal headboard. “You know, I’m happy that he finally feels like he’s in a place where he can start moving on from Diane, but I don’t think Emily is the best person to move on with. Not that I don’t think your friend is great. It’s just…I mean she’s his student.”

He had been going on about Bucky and Emily since he’d shown up to her apartment that afternoon. Early on, Natasha reminded him that what the two of them did was none of their concern. They could only be supportive, give their best advice and let them make their own decisions – they were adults. Steve agreed. But the thoughts continued to flow past his lips like word vomit.

“Aha!” she exclaimed, finally capturing his right arm and closing the cool metal around his wrist.

Completely unfazed by the full restraint of his upper body, Steve continued to ramble, “But at the same time, they do seem really great together. She makes him smile. He almost never smiles anymo—”

“Shh, shh, shh,” Natasha cooed, placing a finger to Steve’s lips and moving to straddle his lap. “I think it’s really sweet how much you care about your friend. But for now, new rule: no Bucky in our bed. Understood?”

To emphasize her point, she ran a sharp nail from his temple down to his lower abdomen, leaving a red, raw line behind. The large man shuddered underneath her, letting a small whimper out as he closed his eyes. A wave of power washed over her. She loved seeing him like this. So strong. So muscular. So pretty. So helpless. Entirely under her control.

“I said, understood?” Natasha asked again, settling her weight onto his lap fully, grinding against his budding erection.

“Yes ma’am,” Steve groaned out, breathing harsher now.

“Good boy,” she hummed, leaning forward and placing light kisses along his sharp jaw line. She was just reaching the center of his chest, the light smattering of blond chest hair tickling her lips when the silence was broken.

“I don’t know. What-what do you think?”

With a heavy sigh, Natasha sat up, looking down at the adorably sensitive man beneath her. She couldn’t bring herself to be mad at him. It was endearing how much he cared about their friends. He had a good heart and she couldn’t fault him for that – even if it did interfere with her sex life.

“Okay, if we’re going to talk about this, I have a few questions.” Steve nodded at her conditions. Scooting up his body, she seated herself on his lower stomach and ran a hand through her red curls. “Isn’t Bucky married?”

Steve seemed to grapple with the question for a few moments before answering, “Yes and no.”

“You’re either married or you’re not Stevie. Is Diane in the picture or not?” Natasha raised an eyebrow at the man below her.

Steve sighed, mouth pressed into a thin line, “No, she’s not in the picture. But Buck, he’s…he’s having a hard time coming to terms with it. I’ve tried to get him to talk to me about it, but he’s stubborn. You can’t make him talk about anything he doesn’t want to. Emotions included.”

“Well that explains the wedding ring. It sounds like he’s not allowing himself to reach the sixth step of rebuilding after divorce – acceptance.” Natasha tapped her fingers against the hard muscle of Steve’s chest as she thought.

“I think he’s moving towards acceptance, but he still refuses to talk about what happened in-depth. It’s like he’s trying to cope with it in his own way, which I understand but—”

“You can’t force him to talk about it. People process things in their own way. If what you say is true and he’s starting to come to grips with it, even if it’s in a way you don’t understand, you have to let him. It might not be the healthiest way, but he is making an effort,” said Natasha, her heart going out to the soft, kind man. He cared so much. Clearly, he wanted to fix Bucky’s problems for him, but unfortunately that’s not the way things worked.

“You’re right. You’re right. He’s an adult. I have to let him make his own decisions.”

Natasha nodded, but felt overwhelmed by confliction. As much as she had preached staying out of the situation, now that she knew Bucky wasn’t actually married, she was tempted to tell Emily. It would certainly sooth the woman’s conscience. No matter how many times she tried to tell Emily that she was not to blame, she knew it still bothered her. Emily had some hang ups, most likely due to a childhood she refused to share. But the biggest one seemed to be fidelity. Therefore, as a friend she felt an obligation to ease her guilt. However, it really wasn’t her place to share the information. While Steve hadn’t explicitly stated the information was private, she also knew that it wasn’t common knowledge. It might actually be a good thing that Emily still believed he was married. The last thing her best friend needed was the drama of becoming involved with an emotionally unavailable man. This thought brought her to her second question.

“Do you really think Bucky would seriously pursue Emily?”

“If you’d asked me that question ten years ago, I’d say absolutely not. He’s always been the more cautious one—”

“Oh, and you’re the reckless, wild one?” Natasha laughed.

“You’ve got me handcuffed to a bed and I let you do that…thing the other night. I’d say that’s pretty wild,” said Steve, an impressive blush spreading across his whole upper body.

“Mmmmm, if I recall correctly, you thoroughly enjoyed ‘that thing’,” Natasha replied impishly, rubbing her palms over his chest.

“Maybe I did.”

“Just maybe? So, if I suggested doing that thing again tonight, you’d be against it?”

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves,” said Steve playfully, lifting his hips to unseat the woman above him.

She fell forward, letting out a small yelp when her lower body slid down his torso till her center landed flush against his mouth. The yelp quickly dissolved into a moan. His tongue snaking out to give a long, warm lick over her lace covered folds; teeth nipping at her clit. Reaching a hand down, Natasha shifted her panties to the side and the conversation of Bucky and Emily to the backburner.

***

Steve stared down at the woman in his arms, breathing deeply as she slept. Moonlight shown through the gap in the curtain, falling perfectly over her face. She was beautiful. Beautiful and strong and supportive and kind. She was all of those things and most surprisingly, she was his. Or at least, he wanted her to be. They hadn’t ‘the talk’ yet. Hell, they’d only just become intimate. It might be too soon, but Steve was ready to commit. More ready than he ever thought he’d be after Peggy. Now, knowing what he had with Nat, what he felt with Nat, his relationship with Peggy felt trivial.

Peggy was his high school sweetheart.  He had loved her. She had loved him. But they’d never really fit like he and Nat did. Where Peggy had been rigid and unmoving, Nat was compromising. Where Peggy had been serious, Nat was fun. Peggy had been career driven; Nat was emotion driven – just like him. Natasha appealed more to the reckless side of him, while Peggy always seemed to be reeling it in, trying to tone him down. It wasn’t like he was that crazy; he was a kindergarten teach for crying out loud! Still, there was a part of him that wanted adventure, to push his limits. Natasha wanted all those same things. She made him laugh. She kept him on his toes. She cared. Really cared. When she’d shown up to his school’s bake sale with two large containers of cookies and a nervous smile, his heart had skipped a beat. She was smart. So smart. She always knew the perfect thing to say and she really listened.

“I love you.” He spoke the words softly, letting the sound and feel of them settle in his mouth.

“Do you always tell girls you love them when you think they’re sleeping?” Natasha murmured, a small smile forming on her lips.

Steve’s heart stopped. He was mortified. His whole body went rigid, unsure of what to do or say. He thought for sure she was asleep. The words were true and genuine, but he wasn’t ready for her to hear them. It was way too early to say, ‘I love you’. Yet, here he was – the idiot that said it and now she was going to run screaming.

Moving closer to him, nuzzling her face into his chest, she placed a kiss to his pec, “Calm down big boy. I love you too.”

Letting out the breath he’d been holding, he wrapped his arms tighter around her. Pulling her close, he kissed the top of her head, breathing in the soft scent of her. Joy and content overtook him, carrying him off into a blissful sleep. The distant echo of her words repeating in his mind:

I love you.

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Flame Chapter 9

Fandom: My Forged Wedding

Warning: NSFW

Genre:SMUT

Written by: @firepurplestar

Later that night when Akito arrived home, Vivienne was in her pajamas with her hair tied up in a tight knot. Eating cookies. “Vivi?” She looked over at him with puffy eyes. He took his shoes and coat off and sat next to her “What happened?” She sniffled “Yamato and I kissed.” Akito sat there silently “I told him that I couldn’t be with him.” Akito looked at her “ Do you have feelings for him?” Vivienne looked over at him with the tears starting all over again. “Yes,” She buried her head in her hands and sobbed. He scooted over to her and took her in his arms “ If you have feelings for him why’d you tell him that you can’t be together?” She put her head on his shoulder as she cried “ I’m too broken Akito, he deserves better than me. He has so much joy and brightness. I’m so broken, plus I already decided a long time ago that I don’t want to date and don’t want to settle down.”He stroked her hair “ you’ll get through this. All of this.” She gasped “ I broke his heart, how am I going to face him?” Akito started to rub her back “ Your heart is broken too. Besides we had sex and we can still talk.” She laughed a little “ That’s different, he told basically me he loves me. I don’t know how I’ll ever look at him again.” He brought her chin up “ Time heals, you’ll both move on. It’ll be painful for a while, but you’ll get past it. Unless you want to be with him. Do you? Want to be with him?” Vivienne’s tears kept coming “ I’d just bring him down.” Akito sighed “ That’s not what I asked “ Would you take a chance for Yamato? Do your feelings go deep enough for him that you’d take that leap of faith?” She looked at him confused “ I think you should, and I think you need to tell him what happened.” He lifted his hand as to stop her from speaking “When you’re ready” He wiped her tears “ Maybe you aren’t ready to be with him right now, but maybe if you explain to him that something happened to you, maybe he’d understand. I’m willing to bet he will.” She studied his face “ Akito? Why are you pushing for this?” He smiled sincerely “ I want to see you happy, and yesterday when you two were talking you were happy. Really happy, you were glowing.” She looked down at her cup of milk “ He makes me happy, but I don’t ever want to be with anyone.” He forced her face to look at him “ Why do you insist on being alone? Didn’t our time together teach you anything?” She put the milk and cookies on the end table and shifted to look straight at him. “ It did. It’s not about sex anymore. I don’t want to burden him.” Akito laughed “ You’re in love with him, you don’t just have feelings for him. You are in so deep you don’t know how to climb out.” She glared at Akito “ I am not! I’m going upstairs” She got up without saying another word and shut the door.  

The next night Vivienne went to a bar with friends from work, and while her friends went to play pool she sat at the table when she saw Yamato walk in the bar, but at the same time, a drunk man came and put his arm around her. “What are you doing?” Vivienne asked. The man touched her hair. “you’re pretty, wanna dance.” Vivienne glared at the man “ Not particularly, I’d rather sit here.” He tightened his grip on her, and she squirmed “Please leave,” She said sternly. Then she heard a deep voice she’d recognize anywhere. “ Why don’t you leave the lady alone” Vivienne looked over as she struggled to get away “ Yamato?” He made eye contact with her “ I don’t think so, she’s hot” Yamato punched him “Yamato!” He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him “C’mon,” “Yamato, what are you doing here?” Rage was ignited in his eyes “ I was patrolling for students and I found you instead.” She felt ashamed “I’m sorry” He looked at her and sighed “I’m not mad, I’m worried about you. I kissed you and you ran off now you’re acting all weird.” Something inside of her snapped, she didn’t know what came over her, but she couldn’t control herself. “Because I’m broken!” He stopped and looked at her “Vivienne” He spoke softly “ I have a past Yamato, I am not the angel you think! There is darkness in my life I am not dragging you in it!” He was confused “ Then tell me goddamnit!” She was stubborn and he knew it, and he knew it would take some time to get her to talk. “ You deserve better!” He was flabbergasted “ I think I can decide what I deserve. I want you Vivienne” His voice softened, but Vivienne was fuming. “NO!” She snapped her wrist back and walked off “Vivienne! What the fuck is wrong with you lately?” She kept walking and wouldn’t talk to Yamato even though he was chasing right after her. “Stop following me Yamato! He chuckled behind her “ You’re walking towards my condo, how can I not follow you “ She stopped “You’re lost aren’t you?” She turned around “No,” she said as if she was positive she knew where she was going when actually she had no clue where she was. “ Come over, I’ll get you a beer.” She glared at him “ No! I’m fine” “We’re literally right here. C’mon please.” “Leave me alone Yamato!” "No!” "Why?! "Because I want you" "You deserve better!" and that’s when he snapped and pushed her against the wall and kissed her "Stop" "No" "You want me as much as I want you." She tried to walk away but he pulled her back in his embrace He kissed her again slowly. Holding her waist he moved his lips against hers “Mmmmm” She moaned into the kiss. He broke the kiss, and took her hand and led her into his condo. As soon as the door was closed his lips were on hers again his tongue ran across her bottom lip, asking for permission to dive his tongue in her mouth. She complied with his request and allowed him access to her hot mouth. As their tongues danced together he pushed her up against a wall “Mmph” He shuffled his jacket off and let it fall to the ground, as he felt down her arms giving her goosebumps. As they continued to kiss he was becoming increasingly turned on and didn’t know if he could control himself much longer. He began to kiss down her jaw and lick along the shell of her ear. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before” He whispered seductively in her ear before sucking on the sensitive skin of her neck. He kissed, and nipped down her neck and collarbone, not realizing the love bites he was leaving in their wake. He lifted her shirt up and over her head continuing with his kissing attack on her. She opened up his shirt leaving her own love bites, but then his fingers went under the waistband of her panties, and he pushed two fingers inside of her pumping in and out, until he’d reached his desired wetness and pulled one finger out to play with her clit in circular motions “ahhhhhnnn” He smiled knowing he was driving those sounds from her mouth, but she wanted more. She wanted him inside of her, she took her hand and slid it under his pants and boxers till she reached his erect cock, and started stroking. “Mmm” She collected the precum around the tip and rubbed it around with her thumb for lubrication, and started stroking faster. “Okay, okay” He pulled his pants and boxers off, and pulled her panties down, he picked her leg up and wrapped it around his hip and pushed inside of her slowly. Once he was fully sheathed inside of her warm heat, he started thrusting slowly letting her adjust to him “ You feel so good Vivienne, you are so tight” As her walls expanded, he began to quicken his pace, looking for that special spot of hers. “ Maybe a little to the left” Yamato!” “Found it” He hit that same spot over and over earning sweet moans from her as he hit her sweet spot. He lifted her other leg and carried her to the bedroom still inside of her. He gently placed her on the bed and began thrusting more intensely than before, and the stench of sex was heavy in the air and Vivienne began to move her hips in sync with his hips until her legs were trembling from pleasure, and her toes were curling. “ I”m going to come!” “Good” He started pounding into her and the sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard. Her moans were becoming more frequent, and when she screamed his name, and her walls clenched and drew him in he knew she had reached her high, but to help her ride it out he gently thrust while she convulsed underneath him, until moments later he shot his hot sticky seed inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, and slowly pulled out kissing her on the forehead and brushing her sweaty hair out of her face. “ I was not expecting to do that today” He looked at her admiringly “Stay the night?” She nodded her head “okay Yamato covered them up, and for once Vivienne had a dreamless sleep wrapped up in Yamato’s arms safe from her nightmares.

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galaxies, waning, contemplation, soothe ;)

❤ @alexa-alcantara​ *lays my head on your shoulder* I hope you know how much I appreciate you! Thanks 4 asking some. Having these to think about tonight was nice❤ xoxo

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die? 1: Be brave enough to travel the world. Alone, or with someone special to me. 2: To make a soulmate friend! It could be romantic or platonic. (I don’t care) Someone who will be there till the end. Hold my hand when I die. To Love each other unconditionally. The Jared to my Jensen❤ 3. I’ve always wanted (& hope to be smart enough one day) to travel & volunteer medical help in needed areas. If I look back on my life & I never got the guts to do it? I Will be pissed at my past self.

waning: what is your biggest regret? I have a few. One that comes to mind is that my education is not where I wish it could be. Sometimes that knowledge hits me in the chest so hard it causes an anxiety attack.

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like? Mmmmm❤ This changes depending on my mood (I’m sure it does for most people) Let see…

I would wake up to the smell of freshly made coffee! That is a MUST in any fantasy that has to do with mornings! When I stretch I would smile because of how good I feel... no pain in my body whatsoever, my mind quiet, no looming threats hanging over my head. When I get up, it’s just a short walk to my big window where I can look out into the forest with a big creek rushing by. My Golden Retriever would lean softly against my leg before we’d go to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Maybe someone is humming softly to themselves while they make me breakfast? Maybe I happily sing alone in my home while I feed my animals? I would be content with both.

By some miracle, money is no issue for me. I work a few hours, at a job I love & makes me happy, in a very small town a few miles up the road. I have a couple close friends who love & me & encourage me to do things outside my comfort zone. But for the most part? I’m just known as “that nice lady in the woods who made us cookies last week.” It would be the perfect balance between peaceful solitude & and caring for others.❤

soothe: what’s one thing that always makes you feel better when you’re upset? One Thing? Ha.. not tonight apparently;)

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things from NC Newsies

THE TRUMPET SOLO I STAN

Crutchie is really channeling his inner 90s newsies it's fantastic

When Jack tells Crutchie to come with him to Santa Fe, Crutchie is kind of bashful and reluctant

Jack has drawn a picture of Crutchie riding a horse and he GIVES IT TO CRUTCHIE

carrying the banner is fantastic I'm pretty sure Jack is buttoning Crutchie's best for him at some point and it's so pure

Finch is IRISH and I think Specs is also IRISH and I think Romeo is ITALIAN AND IT'S GREAT

TOMMY BOY IS A GIRL SHE’S MY FAVORITE

Jack smacks a delancey with the crutch and THE CRUTCH BREAKS and Crutchie had to use it as a cane the whole rest of the scene I have never laughed so hard (he came back out the next scene with it tied in the middle with a strip of cloth)

This Davey is so delightfully awkward he's wearing a full suit I am in love

And Les is so sure of himself he’s so confident I love this child

Pulitzer waited the whole song so he could put his shoes on dramatically at the wax line and I can't take a man in bright red socks seriously

He said "shave me too close and you may cut my throat" and Nunzio GIGGLED

Medda is amazing and lovely and geez what a performance

After Jack leaves the drawing for Katherine (which he draws on the back of a poster) she stares at it for so long like all the way through the next set change

okay the world will know we got Davey in his vest and tie but no jacket he’s eVoLvInG

Jack paints “strike” over the headline

Davey doesn’t start singing along with the others till like the second verse and even then he’s really hesitant until near the end when he starts doing the motions

It’s Crutchie, Jack, Les, and Race that go into the World building. Davey tries to follow them but the door closes on him before he can

“I think we launched our strike in a most auspicious manner”

silence from the others

“...woo!”

Katherine’s so sassy she mimics the way Jack says “What’s the last news story you wrote?” when she says “what’s the last strike you organized?”

okay before watch what happens when Jack’s like “I can tell you what i’m hoping for tonight” Katherine looks at him and just laughs it was great

and when Katherine starts watch what happens, there are newsies sitting in the towers behind her, but as the song continues, they keep straightening up and leaning forward to listen to her

seize the day is great at the beginning everyone runs in and every person looks around and stops like they were expecting more people and are crushed that they’re not there

there’s a nervous newsie (becomes one of the scabs) that runs away in the middle of Davey’s solo 

speaking of Davey’s solo, it was amazing. he started all tense and nervous with his shoulders up high and then he slowly got more confident, especially closer to Jack’s speech

also when Crutchie comes out with his strike sign, Race gestures to Davey and goes “that’s great”, and then to Crutchie and goes “that’s pathetic”

also that nervous newsie made my life he was so scared of the others (actually all three of the scabs seemed really scared but I mean they were scabbing)

dance break was lit, they didn’t spin on newspapers, they sat on stacks and hit them like drums with other rolled-up newspapers

fight scene was so sad y’all I swear I had to hold back tears, one of the Delanceys grabbed Crutchie’s crutch and just bashed him in the head and knocked him out and they dragged him off stage so fast

there were still newsies running from the cops in the background at the beginning of santa fe

like they were sprinting

“Tommy!” when one of the newsies couldn’t find tommy boy for a second it broke my heart

Santa Fe was so emotional I love the way Jason Gotay sings holy shit

king of new york was amazing, the erster line killed and there was a great moment of that awkward laughter after Jacobi’s joke, you know like when an uncle tells a bad joke and you’re just like “ha...yeah”

Davey and Katherine are besties fight me they hug more than Jack and Katherine hugged the whole time

DAVEY GOT THE WHOLE TAP SOLO TIME THEY GAVE HIM TAP SOLOS HIS SLEEVES ARE ROLLED UP HIS TIE IS GONE I AM 90% SURE HE CHANGED INTO A BLUER SHIRT 

Katherine’s first tap solo was so cute she sat on a chair and barely moved her feet and then when she got going they kept picking her up

Les and Race chilled in the background together they’re buds

all the newsies kept playing catch and keep-away with the newspaper

“and you ain’t even dead!” was a clear, quality line

SURPRISE LETTER FROM THE REFUGE CAUSE IT WASN’T IN THE PROGRAM

okay when Crutchie gets to “when that train makes-”, it’s not that anyone shushes him, it’s that a kid beside him sits up really fast from a nightmare, reaching out, and Crutchie slowly helps him lie back down and shushes him back to sleep

also he still had his crutch

and Snyder came in at the end and yelled for quiet and Crutchie lay down really fast and stuffed the letter under his pillow

THE TRUMPET LIP SLUR I STAN

the butt swat after “we’re inevitable” is very pronounced

also their conversation about Crutchie is done much more sad than angry and it about broke my heart

“POOR GUY’S HEAD IS SPINNING”

whenever Hannah brings Jack into Pulitzer’s office, he kind of bows to her and she is totally blushing as she leaves I feel ya Hannah

okay this Pulitzer is so sinister his voice is so deep I love him

also Katherine didn’t come in till he said the line “I think she can hear for herself”, the Delanceys brought her in

Jack didn’t put up much of a fight, it’s like he just gave up, his shoulders slumped and he just let them take him to the cellar

“now that there is firm” is still the stupidest line in this whole musical

BROOCLYN IS HEER THEYR HEER

SPOT CONLON HOLY SHIT he has his PIMP CANE FROM THE 90s I died

mmmmm the rally LES BROUGHT HIS DATE also there were so many little kids there they’re my fave

everyone ran and ignored Jack after he finished speaking, also Katherine had snuck to the edge of the room and was watching what happened

also the cartoon of Pulitzer was him with a baton, stepping on a kid and hitting another with said baton

so “Specs showed me” WE SEE SPECS SHOW HER

she talks really fast she’s so nervous about her plan but still so sure, it’s more like she’s talking so Jack doesn’t interrupt her

SHE SLAPS HIM INSTEAD OF KISSING HIM WE STAN AN ICON

Kath and Jack don’t even kiss till near the end of the duet and their hug is so big and pure they keep hugging all the way offstage

they all have lanterns going into the cellar, and they’re all singing really quietly and you can hear how nervous they all are about getting caught

Bill and Darcy my heart

“And proud to be a part of your revolution” he sounds so reluctant maybe Katherine made him

they have a dance break during the last verse at the key change and we see all the newsies handing out the flyers and Jack and Davey are at the top of the towers throwing more into the air

omg Pulitzer’s office, first of all Spot sits right down on the desk and finds a cookie and just starts eating it like what a mood

shit Davey’s got some nerve now I absolutely love how Daniel Plimpton portrayed him and his character development I could write an essay about it (and I might)

Spot is such a little shit omg

THEY WON also Jack’s totally about to leave he has the stuff he packed and Katherine just whips out a bag like damn she really is by his side isn’t she

“What’s Santa Fe got that New York ain’t? Sandstorms?”

Jack and Kath kiss and it’s so cute and when the others notice another newsie DIPS SPOT CONLON

Crutchie’s back and he looks like he did in the Refuge I about cried again

but dang his “you’ll be laughing all the way to the pen, little man” was so vengeful sounding I love it

their finale was fantastic the lighting and everyone’s little bows one guy did airplane arms

anyway this show was absolutely perfect

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The Nanny - Chapter 4

You all are so amazing for being patient with this story. Slowly but surely it’s being written and posted! I so hope you all are enjoying this fluff piece. I know I love writing it, and I am so encouraged by all your comments! Thank you so, SO much!!

Thank you, of course, to @philinda​, for always being there to read my drafts! I love you.

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“I have an SUV, you really think it's a good idea to whip right in front of me, lady in the tiny car?” Phil muttered darkly to himself, finger tapping on the steering wheel in frustration as he applied the brakes...again .

Phil had been a full time history teacher for a few years after college, and still worked as a substitute every now and then when he could. He had many fond memories of his students and the content he taught, but pretty much everyone could agree that public school teaching wasn't for the faint of heart. He'd dealt with many challenges as a teacher that helped him grow and mature over the years.

However, nothing he’d learned during his teaching career prepared him for the utter vexation of a primary school car loop.

Phil decided to just park where he was and grumble a few more complaints about the competency of the other drivers until he spotted Daisy and her teacher walking down the sidewalk beside the line of cars. He smiled and stepped out of the vehicle, annoyance forgotten, reaching out to shake the teacher's hand.

“Hi, there. Phil Coulson.”

“Anne Weaver.” She returned his greeting. “Ms. May told us you'd be picking up Daisy today, and security told me you were cleared with them earlier.” The teacher looked down at Daisy, smiling. “She mentioned something about chocolate chip cookies?”

“That's right! We're going to make some this afternoon.” Phil grinned and squatted down in front of the little girl. “You ready to go?”

Daisy nodded bashfully before letting go of Ms. Weaver's hand. Phil stood, opened the door, and helped her into her car seat, taking her backpack and ooh-ing over her art project. She waved goodbye to her teacher and, through some maneuvering, Phil was finally able to pull out of the exasperating line of cars.

Daisy seemed to be a bit more shy without May around, Phil noticed quickly. But with some patience, soon enough her answers became less “yes” and “no”'s, and more full length stories about school.

“So Wanda and Pietro are brother and sister?” Phil continued their conversation as they picked a shopping cart.

“Uh huh, they’re twins. But they don’t look the same. Ms. Weaver says it’s because they’re fur-furturner twins.”

Phil couldn’t completely stop his smile from emerging as he hoisted Daisy up onto the seat of the cart. She butchered the word, but she looked so proud of herself for using it that he swallowed his laugh down. “Oh, that’s a big word! So they’re fraternal twins?”

“Yep.” Daisy confirmed.

“Are they good friends with you?” Phil asked as they made their way into the store.

“Mhmm. But not as good as Jemma and Fitz, and Trip.” Daisy looked at him seriously. “They’re my best friends.”

Phil nodded solemnly. “It’s great to have a lot of good friends too.”

Daisy nodded with him, but then her eyes quickly darted to the bakery section of the store. “Can I get a cookie?”

Phil chuckled. “Isn’t that why we’re here? We’re going to get ingredients to make our own cookies. Homemade is always better, trust me.”

“Okay.” She was silent for a minute. “How long do homemade cookies take?”

Phil let out another quiet laugh. “Don’t worry, Daisy. We’ll have fun making them, I promise. Do you think you can hold this bag of flour? It’s pretty heavy.”

He managed to keep the four-year-old entertained through the store and on the way home. Once they got back to the house and took out all their ingredients, Daisy was more than ready to begin the cookie making process.

Phil looked at their assembled ingredients. “Perfect. Now we need measuring cups and a mixing bowl.”

“I know where the bowls are!” Daisy chirped happily, opening up one of the lower cabinets.

The two of them set to work. After finding the measuring cups, Phil gave Daisy instructions on amounts and she followed them perfectly—even if she did end up with a little bit of flour on herself and the counter...and the floor.

He was surprised at how much he enjoyed conversing with Daisy. She was bright and enthusiastic, and very willing to help. Truth be told, Phil usually preferred to be by himself in the kitchen, but Daisy was a perfect little assistant, and he told her just as much as they slid the last tray into the oven.

Daisy's face blossomed into one of her infectious smiles as she beamed at him.

“I like to help bake things. Mommy doesn't do it a lot.” Her tone became very matter-of-fact. “She’s not a very good cook. Aunt Nat said she made the oven get on fire one time.”

Phil laughed out loud. “Oh, really?”

“Yep. But that was when I was a really little baby.”

Now that was intriguing. May seemed like the kind of person who could do anything and everything. It was interesting to find out she wasn't completely perfect.

“That sounds like a fascinating story I’d like to hear sometime.” Phil said as he checked the timer. “Hey, since we've got a few minutes till the cookies are ready, why don't you show me around your house a little more?”

“Okay!”

Naturally, Daisy wanted to show Phil her room first. It was fairly spacious, with toys scattered around. A large dollhouse was in one corner, a child-sized kitchen against the wall near it, and a dress up clothes bin near her closet. Two bean bags sat on the floor by a bookshelf bursting (literally, as there were several books on the floor as well) with all kinds of different children’s books, and several other fun play things that Daisy showed him.

Taking note of the recurring color Phil noticed on her bedspread, walls, and other decor, he came to a quick conclusion. “Your favorite color isn’t blue, is it?” He asked, teasingly.

Daisy nodded and grinned. “Yes! Like the sky!”

Phil laughed. “Speaking of, do you want to show me what your backyard looks like? Then I think the cookies will be ready.”

Daisy agreed and led him back to the kitchen where two glass, French-styled doors opened up to reveal a fenced, wooden back porch with a grill, picnic table shaded by an umbrella, and some comfortable-looking brown wicker seats. The porch had one wide set of stairs leading to the ground that was visible from the kitchen, and once Phil stepped out, he also spotted a smaller, spiral staircase on the far side of the long porch as well.

“Wow,” He murmured to himself as he looked around. “What a set up.” He realized quickly that the hill that led up to the front of May’s house cleverly disguised how spacious the back was. The landscaping was very well kept, there were a few trees that gave nice shade in different spots on the yard, and he spotted a garden on the side with the spiral staircase. Phil was impressed by the sheer amount of thinking and planning this beautiful house must have taken.

“We have a pool too!” Daisy pointed down at a path that led to an above ground pool off to the side of their yard. “Mama says in summer I have to take swimming lessons, so I can go in without my floaties.”

“Are you excited to learn how to swim?” Phil questioned. Her tone made him think she wasn't too thrilled with the idea.

Daisy shrugged her little shoulders. “I like my floaties.”

Phil smiled and was about to answer when he heard the beep of the timer. Daisy jerked and locked eyes with him.

“Cookies!” She squealed and dashed back inside.

After taking them out and letting them cool for a few minutes, Phil gave Daisy the OK to take a bite.

“MMMMM.” She said, mouth full of chocolate.

“Agreed.” Phil answered, swallowing a bite of his own cookie. “Thanks to my good helper, we made the perfect chocolate chip cookies! Now what we need is a glass of milk to go with it. Here, I’ll show you how to dunk it without letting it fall in…”

Melinda clicked the button to open her garage door and sighed with exhaustion. It had been a long day at the hospital with various different emergencies that required her attention. As one of the more experienced neonatologists at Providence Hospital, her judgement had been needed several times throughout the day. But that was normal, everyday stress. However, Daisy--and Coulson--had also been on her mind all day, and that worry was enough to keep her on edge throughout the majority of her shift. As she parked the car, she wondered for the thousandth time what she would walk in to when she got inside.

Almost every time Melinda had left Daisy with a trial nanny before, all it would take was stepping back into the house on the first day to know whether it would work out or not. The house had either been a mess, Daisy still hadn’t eaten dinner and was watching her third movie that day, Daisy disliked the person and wouldn’t let go of Melinda as soon as she saw her (the most frequent reaction), or one time Melinda found out later that the babysitter allowed Daisy to do and eat whatever she wanted around the house while she had looked at her phone and watched TV the whole day.

Hannah, her previous nanny, had been the only successful babysitter so far. And she had been an easy find because they were introduced at one of Maria's self defense classes. Both Maria and Hannah's previous employers spoke highly of her, and she got along well with Daisy and Melinda until she decided to move out of state to be closer to her family and fiancé. Since then, Melinda had been trying desperately to find someone else to fill her shoes, but the candidates were all woefully inadequate.

Melinda had never been very trusting of new people in the first place, but through her various bad experiences, she was now even more wary of new sitters. What if Coulson turned out to be no better than them?

Or, potentially worse, what if he would make a great nanny, but she ruined it with how she spoke to him this morning? Melinda hated second-guessing herself, but her words to Coulson had replayed in her mind all day. She hadn’t lied to him, of course. The safety and well-being of her child was her top priority and she wasn’t afraid to say so. And there wasn’t anything wrong with Coulson having a bit of healthy fear of her, but she hadn’t meant to sound so cold or harsh. Melinda was well aware of what people thought of her--especially the interns and residents at the hospital. They worked well together professionally, but most thought of her as icy and intimidating, and probably heartless as well. It hurt sometimes, but she’d learned to ignore their hushed whispers and gossip, and how they usually found a way to excuse themselves when she was around.

For some reason though, she didn’t want this man to have that same opinion of her.

After all, she reasoned to herself, it could affect the way he treated Daisy, and that was the last thing she wanted.

Melinda hesitated as she put a hand on the door knob, then rolled her eyes at herself for being so dramatic and pushed the door open.

The first thing that hit her was the smell. Sweet and syrupy.

The second thing she heard was giggles and clapping. Melinda peeked into Daisy’s room as she passed by, doing a double take when she saw the clean carpet. The toys and books were all lined up and put away where they belonged. It had been a while since her daughter's room had been that orderly without Melinda's help.

Melinda hung up her car keys and made her way through the hallway and to the kitchen quietly, beginning to make out some of the conversation.

“It’s all in the wrist action. Watch.” A slapping sound came next. “Ta-da!”

“Do it again!”

“Okay, last time. Then we need to eat.” Coulson’s voice became louder as Melinda neared the kitchen. She stopped in the archway and watched as Coulson flipped a pancake into the air, his position and concentration making him oblivious to her presence. He and Daisy had matching grins as he tossed it up a few times, the pancake gaining altitude with every turn in the air. Melinda waited one more moment before clearing her throat.

Startled by the sudden noise, Coulson lost his focus and flicked the pan a bit too hard.

The result was a full-sized pancake landing right on his face.

Daisy burst into laughter, and Melinda couldn’t help but laugh along at Coulson’s red face and Daisy’s mirth. “I see you two have been having fun.”

“Mommy!” Daisy hopped off the bar stool she had been sitting in and ran to hug her. “Mama, Mr. Phil and I made cookies and pancakes! And he let me walk next to him at the store and then hold the chocolate because I was being a good helper. And we played with my soccer ball outside!” As Daisy began rattling off more activities they’d done that day, Melinda picked her up and smiled warmly at Coulson, who was still blushing and wiping butter off his face.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t hear the door open. I, uh, I was on a roll and everything.” He joked after gaining some composure.

“I saw that. All in the wrist, you said?” The teasing words left her mouth before she could stop them.

“Oh, yeah. It takes talent and practice, you know.” Coulson smiled, but Melinda could see a blush creeping back up his face. He turned back toward the stove. “I’m sorry she hasn’t eaten yet, but we were just about to sit down.”

“Mr. Phil says I have to eat the eggs.” Daisy made a face at Melinda.

“Mr. Phil is right,” Melinda confirmed, stroking Daisy’s hair away from her face. “And I see he put out some strawberries and blueberries for you too. You like those.”

“These are good scrambled eggs, Daisy. You’ll like them.” Coulson promised, showing her a plate with one small pancake, eggs, and fruit. “I forgot bacon while we were at the store, otherwise we'd have that too.”

“This looks great. Here, Daisy. Let’s have you eat at the table.” Melinda took the plate from Coulson and ushered her to a chair, then supervised her as she poured a small amount of syrup on her pancake. A moment later, Coulson set a full plate down in front of Melinda. She nearly protested before she saw how delicious it all looked.

“I wasn’t sure how you liked your eggs, so I figured scrambled was pretty safe. And they’re pretty good, if I do say so myself.” He grinned and turned away before she could answer.

Melinda stared down at the plate and thought about the protein bar and sandwich from lunch that had digested long ago. The sight of real food immediately sent her stomach into a ravenous state. It didn't take her long to give in, taking one bite of the eggs and letting out a quiet, happy sigh.

“Aren’t you going to sit down and eat too?” Melinda asked Coulson, who was moving between the stove and sink, cleaning up.

He shook his head, “Oh no, I ate a few pancakes already. Thanks. Being the cook has perks.”

“ And you ate three chocolate chip cookies!” Daisy piped up.

“Wow, ratted out by a four-year-old.” Coulson put his hand on his heart as if he’d been wounded, causing Daisy to grin.

“Almost five!” Daisy clarified.

“An almost five-year-old.” Coulson amended, a smile tugging at his lips.

Melinda smiled at her daughter and asked her about school while they ate. After Melinda had eaten about half her plate and her hunger abated, she stood up and insisted that Coulson didn’t have to clean.

“I don’t mind,” he protested.

“Really,” Melinda interrupted. “You cooked, I can clean. We have a dishwasher anyway. You should go home, it’s already later than we agreed to. I apologize for that.”

“No need. It was a pleasure.” Coulson assured her, finally surrendering the kitchen towel from his shoulder. Daisy smiled and waved goodbye from her seat as Melinda led him out of the kitchen.

“She really is a lot of fun, no trouble at all,” Coulson babbled as they walked to the front door. “And I promise I don't only make sweet things. I'll make sure she eats healthy too.”

“And here I thought you were only a baker.”

“Well, yes. But I enjoy both cooking and baking. My mom taught me both, plus I, uh,” Coulson rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m one of Food Network's most dedicated viewers. It'll be fun to try new recipes for someone other than myself.”

Melinda let out a small huff of amusement. “Well, it seems like Daisy enjoyed being with you. So...same time tomorrow?”

“Absolutely.” Coulson looked pleased. “Have a good night.”

“You too. And Coulson?” He turned back toward her. “Thank you for dinner. It was delicious.”

“You’re welcome. Leftover cookies are in the fridge.” He grinned one last time and left.

Melinda had worked with people of all kinds long enough to have pretty good instincts about them, and her gut feelings almost always proved to be correct one way or another. Coulson seemed like a good man, and he hadn't acted afraid or hostile toward her after her stern words this morning, which was a bonus. She was still cautious, but she had to admit she was impressed by him.

Melinda shut and locked the door behind Coulson, deep in thought. She made her way back to Daisy and kissed her on the cheek, speaking in Mandarin. “ You like Mr. Phil, little flower? ”

Daisy nodded and ate a strawberry. “ He’s fun, and he plays dolls with me! ”

Melinda half-smiled and thoughtfully took another bite of her pancake.

Pepper looked up from her tablet as Tony entered their bedroom. She smiled at her husband and set her device down on her lap, “That didn't take long. How boring was your bedtime story?”

“I tell the best stories, thank you very much.” Tony slid into bed next to her and poked her side, eliciting a small laugh from her. “He was just extra tired from school today. They're exploring friction with race cars this week for science. He and Jemma probably questioned their poor teacher to death about it.”

“He knows they’re gifted, he must be used to it by now.” Pepper shrugged and turned to set her tablet down on the nightstand.

Tony circled his arms around her quickly, trapping her arms at her side and pulling her close to him. He rained kisses onto the top of her head as he spoke. “I love when you don't have to work the night shift. Have I mentioned that? I can't remember.”

“Only every chance you get.” Pepper squirmed in his arms until she was facing him, an affectionate smile on her face as she kissed him gently. “I like it too.”

Their kisses grew more heated and Tony was in the middle of pressing his lips to her neck when Pepper's cell phone rang.

“Oh, that must be Phil!” Pepper immediately pulled away, leaving a confused and pouty Tony leaning on his elbow.

“‘Phil?’ I thought we agreed to call him 'Mr. Coulson’ as an example to Fitz. And what's he calling you for anyway? It’s late.”

Pepper shushed him and answered the phone. “Phil, hey! How did it go today?”

“Hey Pepper, I think I might be in love.”

Pepper’s mouth fell open and she hit Tony's chest so hard he grunted. She gripped his shirt to steady herself, a grin starting to form on her lips. “In love? Already?” She repeated breathlessly. Oh man, wait till I tell Natasha. We both knew it was going to happen, but this soon? We're better matchmakers than we even thou—

“Yes. May's house is incredible . I couldn't have designed it better myself! Her backyard is amazing and the kitchen has everything you could want!” He gushed.

Pepper deflated instantly. What a jerk, playing with her emotions like that. “Oh. Wow. Well, I'm glad you like it so much.” She shook herself, adopting a more cheerful tone. “How was Daisy? And May?”

“Good! Daisy and I had a great time. I think we get along really well. May seemed pleased enough...tonight anyway. Made me kinda nervous this morning.”

“Oh?”

“Yup. She threatened me... very convincingly. I think I know what Tony was trying to warn me about. But don't tell him I said that.”

Pepper shot Tony an annoyed look. He was still rubbing his chest, but he smiled back innocently.

“But I think it's a good quality--the protectiveness, I mean. And Daisy is a sweetheart.”

Pepper smiled again in victory before she heard Phil yawn through the phone. “Well, I'm glad to hear it went so well! Get some rest. It sounds like you'll need it.”

Phil chuckled. “Yeah, for sure. Thanks again, Pepper. Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams, Phil!” She hung up and set her phone down before turning back towards Tony.

“I can't believe you hit me.” Her husband complained. “I bruise easily, you know.”

Pepper suppressed a smile and slid her hand under his shirt to stroke the skin at his chest. “Sorry, honey. I got a little excited.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “You're not seriously trying to set May up with Phil are you? She's not his type. Plus, he’s a big talker, and May hates that. I would know.”

Pepper rolled her eyes. “She might hate it when you talk, Tony. And I don't know what you're talking about. Why would I try to set anyone up? Also, what do you know about Phil's type?” Tony opened his mouth to speak, but Pepper interrupted him. “Actually, nevermind. I'm up to nothing, so you don't need to worry about it.” If Tony knew all the schemes she and Natasha had cooked up, he’d ruin all their plans before they could work. It’d be much better if he knew nothing.

Tony still looked suspicious, but Pepper’s lips on his distracted his questioning thoughts, and soon his protests were rendered insignificant.

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The Cookie Approach - How to Make Cookies the Right Way

 What is the cookie technique you may ask? Well, allow me tell you. The cookie approach is the fancy (or not so fancy relying on just how you take a look at it) manner in which professional cooks say "how to mix your cookies right". There are 3 different means of blending including; the one-stage technique, the creaming technique (this is the one we will certainly be concentrating on the most today), as well as the sponge technique. Here is a quick summary of each.

 The One-Stage Technique -

 This technique is not made use of significantly since the baker has less control over the mixing than with various other approaches. Nevertheless, when you are making a recipe where over-mixing isn't mosting likely to be a problem, like with crunchy cookies, this approach can be made use of. The standard procedure goes like this- Procedure every one of your ingredients. Let them all concern space temperature level. Put them in a mixer all at once and also mix them up until they are consistently combined. See to it you're scraping the sides of the dish from time to time so you don't wind up with clumps of flour in your cookies since that's revolting. Mmmmm flour clumps-not! This method is easy and quick and also a child might do it. It benefits macaroons, some bars as well as a couple of various other dishes. So going on ... The Creaming Approach -

Weed cookies

Although I have actually never Googled this reality or anything, I believe it is risk-free to state that this is the most generally made use of method of making cookies. It is what you utilize when you make chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, oat meal raisin cookies and also several others. The amount you "lotion" will certainly affect your cookies appearance, the leavening and also just how much it spreads out. You must just cream a little if you want your cookies to hold their form (you don't intend to loose the edges on those lovely Christmas Trees). If your cookie is short (cook talk for "high in fat and reduced in gluten advancement") or if you are making one of those very fragile thin cookies, too much creaming will make your cookie crumble-literally. So right here is the basic procedure;

 1. measure all of your components

2. allow them pertain to space temperature

3. put the fat, sugar, salt, and flavors into the mixing dish as well as lotion them on reduced speed

* note that you can likewise blend your flavors and also salt into your dry ingredients

* for lighter cookies, cream until light as well as cosy, this integrates even more air for leavening

* for denser cookies, lotion to a smooth paste, yet do not lotion up until light

4. include the eggs and any kind of liquid and mix at low rate

5. assimilate your dry active ingredients (flour, cooking soda, baking powder).

* mix just till incorporated, you're making cookies, not bread.

 If you comply with these fundamental actions, you should come out with a quite good cookie ultimately. If your cookies still are coming out like crappies, take a look at the "what's incorrect with my cookies" at the end of this article. And also lastly ...

 The Sponge Approach -.

 This treatment can differ substantially, depending upon the components you're making use of. The batches ought to be kept small since the batter is super delicate, simply put, do not dual recipes that require this method because your cookies won't come out. This method is generally used for meringue cookies.

 1. gauge your active ingredients.

2. allow them concern area temperature level (for greater volume cozy your eggs a little).

3. whip your eggs and also sugar with each other until the desired consistency.

* soft optimals if you're only whipping whites, thick as well as light if you're whipping yolks or entire eggs.

4. layer in the remainder of the ingredients according to the recipe.

* do not over-mix or deflate your eggs.

 AAAAAAAHHHHHHH - What's Wrong With My Cookies?

 So, you have actually adhered to all the guidance, you have actually measured and re-measured, but for some factor, you still can not make a respectable cookie. There are a couple of common errors you may be making.

 If ...

 Your cookies taste bad:.

 I would certainly to start with examine your ingredients, make sure absolutely nothing is ended or ruined. Additionally, perhaps switch brand names. Then ask on your own these questions - Did you fail to remember one of the flavor ingredients perhaps? Were your pans completely clean or exists some strange stuff melted on them that you can't seem to scrub off? Did you determine effectively? Exists anything burned onto all-time low of your oven that's smoking cigarettes while you're preparing?

Cannabis cookies

Your cookies are tough (and also I do not indicate they can take a hit):.

 You may need to switch over flours-did you use a bread flour? That is a cookie no-no. Try a more delicate flour, AP flour is good for a lot of, yet you can attempt a bread flour as well.

 Your cookies stick to the frying pan:.

 You may have used too much sugar or you need to grease your frying pan, silly.

 Your cookies are crumbly:.

 You may not have mixed them properly. This can additionally be an issue with the recipe such as not nearly enough eggs, or too much sugar, shortening or way too much leavening. If you're not a specialist, I do not advise attempting to change the recipe because active ingredients are expensive, time is priceless and also there are a lot of various other cookie dishes in the sea.

 Your cookies are too brown:.

 You are most likely baking them also long or at too expensive of a temperature level.

 Your cookies are not browning:.

 Most likely they require to cook longer, you may require to increase the temperature, or there may not suffice sugar in them, this can take place when utilizing a sugar substitute also.

 Your cookies have a sugar crust:.

 Either you really did not mix them right, or there's excessive sugar.

 Your cookies are difficult:.

 You probably baked them also long or at too reduced of a temperature. The recipe can likewise be off. If they still taste great inform every person you were trying a brand-new shape for biscotti as well as have them dip them in milk or coffee.

 Your cookies are dry:.

 You most likely baked them also long or at as well low of a temperature level, it might likewise be the dish. Once more if they taste great, opt for the biscotti tale.

 Your cookies expanded too much:.

 This can be from also reduced of a cooking temperature, not pre-heating (embarassment on you, you understand your dish said to pre-heat and also if it didn't, well currently you understand for following time), you may have more than greased your frying pan, just relax it down a little following time and also don't obtain crazy with the spray, you may likewise be over-creaming.

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Day 13 - What a week.

This week. Let’s just say... gym. 5 times, 5! I thought i’d go once... But no i actually really enjoy going to run etc to the Clash. I on;y missed Tuesday and Thursday, and they’re my busiest days so it’s acceptable haha. But this week I intend to go everyday minus Thursday. Thursday will be a busy busy busy busy day!

Today, however, was not. It was full of chilled but thorough working, then a meltdown... then eventually a cleaning sesh. I feel good. Maybe I won’t have a breakdown on Thursday now :) Last night, however, was amazing, all of yesterday was really... despite then this morning getting woken up by R in an E like style at 10 am. Yesterday I woke up and instantly got ready and went to the library, then I came home and make some cookie cake combo things then went to the gym with bf etc, then with the bf I collected my things (and food) to then go over to his to cook and watch AHS, snuggle and ... you know ;) The night was amazing basically. It was one of those rare evenings of being alone and completely happy, not needing anyone else's company, just our pure love.

Friday...? Woke up to him hehe, late but we chilled for two hours...aka till 2pm. He left to do work and i had intentions to but seeing as we were apparently going out at 4/ 5 i decided to get ready. BUT we never went out. It was meant to be a beach thing with his flatmates but no. They changed their mind then it turned into a guys night in  with dominos which is fare, we still metto go to the gym before hand. And besides I felt good being the good person and letting him have a lads night, but this lads night in turned into a lads night out then turned into his howl flat going out. Don’t get me wrong he invited me out but i declined because i assumed it was a lads thing, he didnt tell me it was a flat thing! SO i was semi grumpy from finding it out from his sc and being at home alone doing fuck all really... did a bit of research i suppose but yeah. UGH. You know what I saved money it’s fine.

Thursday I did a lot of work, I think? minus missing my lecture by accident....Yes I did. And still managed to go out for an awesome night out. In the student bar I did something i’d never done before. Elle asked me about my family and I straight up told her about my mum. I don’t think conan realised what a big deal that was to me but it made me feel good. In town there was a Tarantino night at Mono which was ace!!! After that conan was confronted with a drunk guy knob thing and he kept going on about it so i eventually snapped then he snapped and told me to fuck off and I just walked away lol. It was a lol you think you have the right to say that to me? Kinda walking away...but he caught up to me and we were gddd he stayed round nd we snuggled nd sleeped. Can’t be compared to Saturday night but yeah still good.

Wednesday was so long UGH Histories and theories can suck my tit. It’s barely gcse level discussion we’re doing, and it’s 5hours of it! Spent time with bae at lunch tho so it was gd. And gym in the evening ft snuggles after was cute af.

Tuesday... oh god my memory is so bad haha. OH WAIT valentunes dayyy!!!!!!! Yah so woke up to bae obvs hehe which was lovely. Then got ready and did a load of work then came home and made come cookie cake things and wrapped his shit and got ready for our dinner date hehe. This thai place is amazing mmmmm. Bit slow service that night but still amazing. we walked and went back to his to grab some stuff then back to mine to chill etc ;) I was so sad when he couldn’t stay round though :( But that’s love.

MONDAY um...It consisted of me being in pain and going shopping for food and making said food and gyming and missing my bf in plymouth then being happy when i saw him in the eve at open mic. Then the fact he could stay round! <3 Eventhough he lost at pool I still loved himmm. Happy vday, verity day indeed.

This week I have my project deadline haha haha haha ha i’m so tired i’ma dye i just want snuggled to help me but no.:( soon they will, soon.

night x