#snickerdoodle time

[armadillo-arts]

introductory post!!!!

god i hate starting on new platforms this is so intimidating but hiiii! i’m assuming most of my following at least right now is from my instagram and/or bluesky, but for those who might not know:

my name is ky (she/they), and i’m turning 22 later this month. i’m several flavors of neurodivergent (autistic, adhd, ocd) plus whatever category depression and anxiety is under. and to keep it extremely vague, i’m tired of m3t@ so i’m trying to move a bunch of my stuff onto less hellish platforms.

current hyperfixations:

• the owl house

• amphibia

other interests/past hyperfixations that i may talk about/reblog on occasion:

•warrior cats

•mlp:fim and eqg

•musicals (i.e. dear evan hansen, heathers, be more chill, hamilton, wicked, six, mean girls, beetlejuice)

•IT chapters 1 & 2

•she-ra and the princesses of power

•tangled: the series (and kind of v&t7k but like very loosely. that fandom scares me)

•sex education (THE NETFLIX SHOW)

•the lion king

•percy jackson & the olympians (haven’t watched the show yet tho)

and i’m sure there’s more but that’s the stuff i thought of off the top of my head 💀

uhh what else can i say. i’m a nonbinary aroace lesbian in a long distance qpr with my partner alex (they/them), i have two guinea pigs named juniper (black and orange) and thistle (gray), and a goldendoodle mutt named oliver! if i post about the pets i’ll probably tag it #potato time or #snickerdoodle time.

i MIGHT post fairly consistently while i transfer some existing stuff over here but DO NOT HOLD ME TO THAT OR I’LL CRACK UNDER THE PRESSURE <3 instagram has been my only social for years so it’s gonna take getting used to for me to post elsewhere 💀 but if my art interests you (it’ll all be tagged with #armadillo art and with the respective fandoms/ships/whatever) then feel free to stick around! just bear with me as i adjust to this place lmao

[cinnamonsship]

☕️ imagine baking cookies— sorry, trying to bake cookies but your f/o keeps coming in and sneaking bites of dough and stealing warm ones off the pan. hang on. baby if you keep eating all the dough there won’t be any left for the actual cookies. you want warm cookies, right? more than the two i know you took already? babe. babe i love you but i’m kicking you out of the kitchen. i will hand-deliver you fresh warm cookies when they are ready. okay? mwah.

🥐 pro/com/neutral dni

[fullcravings]

Snickerdoodle Cake

[overwhelmed-alien]

Thought of this while watching Chicago Fire - the ep where the new admin girl at the firehouse tried to seduce a firefighter. This is so dumb and probably out of character but I don’t care lol. I’m a sucker for both Firefighter!Rooster and Soft!Jake AUs! (Jake being a Navy vet ER nurse inspo comes from binge watching The Night Shift!).

TW: mentions firefighters, but contains no actual fire.

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw is used to the attention. It comes with the territory of being a firefighter, more so in knowing that he’s, well, incredibly attractive. Especially in uniform. His husband - the most beautiful man on earth in his opinion (and the opinion of almost everyone who meets him) - never holds back from calling him hot every chance he gets, and Jake has never lied to Bradley, so he believes him.

So when the pretty new admin girl at the station starts blatantly flirting with him, he honestly thinks nothing of it. He gets flirted with every single day - the lady who’d been trapped in the elevator the day before had almost climbed him like a tree when he pried the doors open, biceps bulging nicely in his uniform tee, and in hindsight he doesn’t believe it was because she was panicking and trying to escape. He still isn’t sure how she’d popped all those buttons on her blouse so quickly.

The other squad members clock it instantly, however. They all love Rooster like family, and they’re as protective over his husband as they are of Bradshaw. Jake is a beloved honorary member of the squad, and they’ve benefitted from his stress-baking so much that they’ve had to work extra hard at the gym lately. Captain Mitchell, who loves them all like a father, especially Rooster - his actual godson - always makes it known that Jake is his favorite. Understandably so, considering his infamous sweet-tooth.

So when they see New Girl trying to put the moves on their Rooster, they take it personally, especially when she doesn’t stop when he politely ignores her, or when he flashes his wedding ring more often.

“I wouldn’t do that, hon. You’re barking up the wrong tree.” Trace says to her.

“I’ve never met a tree that didn’t appreciate my barking.”

“He’s a happily married tree.” Machado chimed in. “To a badass ER nurse.”

A wedding ring had never stopped New Girl from getting what she wanted.

“A freaking hot ER nurse.” Mickey, the probie, sighed. “A gorgeous badass ER nurse. Solid 10. Total knockout. Blond bombshell ER nurse.”

“Who brings us cookies.” Bob added.

“Seriously, best ass I’ve ever seen,” this was Halo. “I don’t know how Rooster formulates thoughts around that ass in a pair of scrubs.”

“I can assure you he doesn’t.” Cap mutters, not even slowing down as he walks by, nose buried in a clipboard.

New Girl could feel the abject jealousy rising in her throat at the woman they were describing, a woman she’d never met but hated with her entire being, a woman who had the audacity to have snagged the object of her desire AND be attractive while doing it. It only spurred her to flirt harder.

Until the day HE came to the station. He didn’t so much “walk” as strut, like he owned the place, like he knew this was his domain, like he knew the room was instantly elevated with his presence. From the perfectly quaffed blond hair, the Hollywood grin, the toned Adonis body covered in nondescript green scrubs and a soft-looking cardigan, he was everything New Girl usually chased after, but for some reason the sight of him made her hackles rise. This man was was not prey, she could feel it, though she didn’t understand why. Like two feral cats eyeing the same scrap of meat, and as those sharp green eyes raked over and promptly dismissed her, she instantly knew she didn’t have a chance and would slink away hungry.

Firefighters and medics flock to this newcomer like a murder of crows excitedly flapping and cawing over the big wicker basket he carries. “Hope y’all like snickerdoodles!” cries a heavy, cheerful Texas twang.

“Jake, seriously, leave Rooster and marry me.”

“I would Harvard but your wife would kill me.”

“Hell if that’s so. She’d probably kill me, but she’d still love you!”

“Nobody gets to marry Jake but me!” She watches, and finally understands, as broody, stoic Bradley Bradshaw grabs this Jake - this “blond bombshell in scrubs” - in a bear hug from behind and hoists him bodily into the air, squeezing tight, looking for all the world like he had just captured an angel. Jake’s face is soft and sweet, even as he laughs and demands to be put down, and Rooster’s face is loose and happy in the way drunk people look when they dance. Like the world didn’t exist, just this blissful, stupidly confident feeling, and hearing the softly exchanged “hey, sweetheart”, “hi, handsome’”, seeing the lingering eyes, the hands and bodies that didn’t want to move too far away from the other, the world could have actually ceased to exist and those two wouldn’t have noticed.

New Girl knew then. She can work with lust. She can work with secrets and sneaking around and unhappy marriages and hormonal urges. But her whims and wiles were no match for love. And these two gorgeous people were openly, affectionately, auspiciously in love with each other.

When Rooster asks the next week “where did that new girl go? What’s her name?” The others just smirk to themselves. “She quit.”

“Huh.” He nods, unconcerned in the way oblivious people usually are. “Jake said he had a feeling she might.”

His gorgeous husband is so smart.

(My headcanon is that they still met while serving in the Navy, Bradley doing something stupidly heroic and Jake being the medic who yelled at him while saving his life. “Are you a complete IDIOT?! You almost fuckin drowned! That was so, SO stupid Lt….Bradshaw? Really fuckin brave but even more fuckin stupid!” While Bradley just stares up at him like a dopey, twitterpated baby deer. He asked everyone who the foul-mouthed medic with the face of an angel was who saved him, and finally begged his godfather Ice to find out for him. First phone call: Hey it’s Bradley…uh, Lt Bradshaw-/ Oh yeah, the cute dumbass with the cow eyes I saved last month. Thought you were a goner for sure. - And then probably less than a year later they were engaged🥰)

New Girl scarfing the best snickerdoodle she’s ever eaten as she writes her resignation letter:

[sniickerdoodles]

Another commission done for the wonderful @shinyredgloss ! This is a full-body piece of her lovely Ranger/Druid Durge named Ash! She was such a lovely character to work on!

[sondheim-girly]

YALL I FINALLY MADE GOOD SNICKERDOODLES I HAVE WON THE WAR THE GODS ARE CELEBRATING THESE ARE SO FUCKING TASTY, THE OUTSIDE IS PERFECTLY CRISPY BUT THE INSIDE IS SO SOFT OH MY GOD I AM A GENIUS MY BEEF WITH SNICKERDOODLES IS OFFICIALLY OVER HELL YEAH

[ohmydais]

Being an adult sounds scary HOWEVER my main goal in life is to be a little old lady who makes the best snickerdoodle cookies in town and I WILL be reaching that goal thank you very much

[hickeygender]

i keep scrolling my dash, seeing one million coconutpilled liberal posts, going to unfollow whoever put those there, and then realizing i'm on my fucking tumblr fyp 😐

[we-re-always-alright]

had to order a new ereader (tragic) but did make ginger cremes and snickerdoodles (magic) but then realized I used vanilla instead of lemon extract in the ginger cremes (tragic) but the snickerdoodles turned out great for my first time baking them (magic)

[freepassbound]

A Very Nice Evening

Nothing like taking in classic cinema in a classic cinema!

(not the actual theater, just representative)

Maybe the best movie musical scene ever? I'd have a hard time thinking of one to top it.

(I had forgotten how incredible Cyd Charisse is - $5 million legs indeed 👀🤯)

And then to round out the night...

[snickerdoodlles]

Living for the new header text. ✨️ 🫰✨️🥰

😂🫰.

[fullcravings]

Maple Snickerdoodle Muffins

[althaeaofficinalis]

cried a bit this morning because eldest cat has lost a whole pound from dwindling eating habits and she's slowing down and ignoring her toys, and on top of that sadness I fell in love with a puppy but I think that he might be too much and too big for her to comfortably handle so we are declining adoption for now. so fiancé took me out for breakfast and I got a pumpkin pancake and I'm trying to feel better but I'm still melancholy and moody! fucking hell!!!!!!!!!!!

[uwudonoodle]

Sitting on the porch watching an afternoon thunderstorm while eating a cookie. Snack and a show. Life is good.

[neofelis----nebulosa]

Common grackles and house sparrows when someone drops a piece of food on the ground

[inkdrinkerworld]

Could I request a Dealer! Remus x Shy! Reader where reader is absolutely terrified of buying their own stuff but her friends are trying to help them out of their shell so instead of taking the money R gives them to buy for them, thier friends write down what they need to say and tell them where to go. And thats where Reader meets Remus (Who is infatuated with them after interacting with them for the first time). If you don't feel like writing it thats totally ok :)))

mary encourages you to buy the weed yourself because she’s pretty sure remus likes you wc:736

“You can do it, babe.” Your friend cheers softly as she hands you a piece of paper with what you need to say.

You’re terrified, knees knocking in the passenger seat as you attempt getting out for the second time.

“Can’t you do it? Please? What if I mess up?” She shakes her head. You’re a shy thing by nature to people who you don’t know and this is a new dealer you’ve only seen twice. You’d never spoken to him and hence the fear for embarrassing yourself in front of him.

“You won’t mess up. He’s nice anyhow, so if you do he won’t care.”

He is nice. Remus, the dealer you’ve seen twice, is as polite as can be and is a gentleman in a way you thought couldn’t possibly exist anymore.

You steel yourself with a final sigh and open the door.

A bell jungles as you push the dispensary door open, and as you take a couple steps inside, a head of sandy brown waves pops up.

“Hiya,” Remus calls, smiling when he sees it’s you. Your chest tightens as you receive his full attention. You can feel your fingers tingling as he waves you over. “Just you today?”

You shake your head, swallowing harshly before saying, “Mary’s in the car.”

He nods, scratching his chin, “Making you do all the hard work huh?”

You offer him a smile but it’s all tight lipped and wrong. If Remus notices, he doesn’t say.

“Could I get our usual?”

You’d look down at the paper if you didn’t feel like he’d be scrutinizing you. What type of smoker is scared to buy their own product?

“Your usual? That’s two ounces right?”

Your hands shake as you pull out a chair at the table.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Remus smiles when you sit at the counter, your legs swinging as you watch him weigh the product.

“Oh,” your voice shakes a little, worse when a single wave caresses Remus forehead and he looks up at you through his lashes. He’s dizzyingly pretty. “And um, two of your snickerdoodle cookies if you have them.”

Remus nods, a kind smile on his face. You’re the cutest customer he has, shyness included. Remus has heard you with your friends when you’re relaxed but he quite likes you to himself.

“That’s no problem, dove.”

Your chest burns at the moniker. You twist the garnet ring around your finger, the stone moving from the outside of your hand to the darkness of your palm over and over.

“Did you finish your book?” Remus asks, remembering from your last visit that you were reading a winter fantasy with your friends.

You perk a little, shoulders relaxing a bit. “I did,” you slide your pendant across the chain as Remus comes to the counter with your bag of cookies and your weed.

“Was it any good?” He smells like weed but something peppery and citrusy under it. Like peppercorns and oranges, and maybe a little pine.

You nod as he rings up your bill. You tap your card on the screen.

“It was, the ending was a bit unconventional, but I suppose that’s fantasy.” It’s the longest sentence you’ve ever spoken to him and for it you’re granted his full smile. The one that makes the scar through his lip look like silver. He really is a handsome man.

“Maybe you can loan it to me? That way we can talk about it better. And while you wait for my thoughts you could read one of mine?”

You give Remus a careful smile of your own. “That could be nice.”

He nods, “Give me a call then and we can meet up to exchange them then. Make a date out of it. Yeah?”

Your eyes widen, Remus thinks of the wide eyes of a horse instantly. The wide, trusting but wonderstruck look they seem to have is mirrored in your own.

“Y-yeah, I’d like that.”

Remus rounds the counter to walk you to the door, his hand hovering over your back and you find even the ghost of his hand pleasant. “My number’s on the cookie bag. Have a good rest of your evening, dove.”

“Than-“ you cut yourself off. “You too Remus.”

Mary’s smug as ever as you sit in the car, her rear view mirror showing Remus leaning on the door as she pulls off. She knew you had it in you.