#whoopie cap

[farminglesbian]

tng 3x06, "booby trap"

[sycamorelibrary754]

Whoopie!

Summary: You decide to play baker while Yelena is at work and you’re stuck at home recovering from an injury. A fluffy sugar rush ensues. 

Pairings: Yelena Belova x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Angst

Word Count: 2k words

Warnings: A tiny bit of angst, but with a happy ending. Mentions of injury. 

A/N: I had so much fun writing this! I took from my own experience as a dessert lover with a tendency for sugar rushes. Plus, I like the idea of Yelena saying whoopie lmao.

You were feeling restless, cooped up at home. You had already cycled through the TV channels several times that morning, having exhausted all the episodes of Friends on Netflix. It had only been a week since a mission gone awry left you with a gunshot wound to the shoulder and a few lacerations. After undergoing surgery and spending a week in the Med Bay, Cho gave you the green light to continue your recovery at home.

You felt ready to return to work in some capacity, but Yelena insisted that you should keep resting at home. It was her first day back at the compound following your surgery, so you knew she would be calling soon to check on you and ensure you were sticking to the rest. While trying to pick something to watch, you came across an episode of The Great British Bake Off. This show was familiar to you – back when you and Wanda were on an undercover mission together, she had convinced you to watch it with her.

You were notorious for your sweet tooth, which was common knowledge among the team. Your unique habit of stashing candy in your suit pockets sets you apart. There was that one memorable incident when Nat ended up with a Twinkie instead of the weapon you intended to hand her during a heated skirmish, much to her dismay. The power of subliminal messaging was evident as your craving for something sweet led you to search for a treat. Despite your careful movements due to your arm sling, you made your way to the kitchen in pursuit of a sugary delight. Disappointed by the lack of candy, you grumbled as you began to head back to your room. Suddenly, thoughts of "The Great British Bake-Off" came to mind.

You considered yourself an accomplished baker. You made Christmas cookies for the team and pastry chef-quality birthday cakes every year. After a brief pause, you began searching for ingredients and the KitchenAid stand mixer. You figured your girlfriend couldn't be upset with you for being up and about if the stand mixer was doing most of the work, right?

You reach for your phone to look up some recipes and come across red velvet whoopie pies. The idea of baking something delicious for Yelena felt right - a sweet gesture to show her how much you appreciate her. She's been there for you since the moment she found you wounded on the ground, and caring for you has been a challenge. You want to express your gratitude, and for you, baking has always been a way to show love.

You carefully gathered all the ingredients on the kitchen counter: flour, baking soda, vegetable oil, eggs, sugar, salt, buttermilk, and vinegar. The sturdy KitchenAid mixer blended the base mixture perfectly, and then you carefully added the rich red food gel. As the batter gradually turned a vibrant shade of red, the faint sound of your phone ringing caught your attention. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone, revealing your favorite picture of Yelena smiling back at you. A warm smile spread across your face as you gently slid your finger across the screen to answer the call.

"Hey, Yelena," you greeted, as you put the phone on speaker.

"Hi, detka. How are you doing?" Yelena inquired.

Okay," you grumbled, exasperated. "But I swear if I have to endure that Rogers: The Musical commercial one more time, I might just have to march down there and give Cap a piece of my mind, preferably to his annoyingly flawless face.

Hmm, I’ll be sure to tell him how much you miss him," Yelena said sarcastically. She continued, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I left some of the pain medication that Cho prescribed for you on the counter in case your shoulder starts getting cranky. I know it’s tough with only one arm, but have you taken a moment to check your stitches today?”

Yep," you said, "I've checked, and everything seems good.

You crank the mixer to high speed to ensure the vibrant red food gel is thoroughly mixed in.

"What's that sound?" Yelena asked.

"Ah, just watching the Food Network on TV," you fibbed. You didn't want to spoil the surprise of the whoopie pies you were baking. Besides, you knew your girlfriend would kick your ass if she caught you not resting and playing baker simultaneously.

Yelena expressed hope by sharing, "I should be home in a couple of hours. Natasha promised to help me write my overdue mission report from the day you were injured so I can get out of here sooner."

"Sounds great, I've missed you," you admitted.

“I've missed you too, malyshka. Make sure to get some rest, and I'll be there soon for some cozy snuggles.

“Looking forward to it,” you said. “See you later, love.”

"Bye," she replied.

You carefully tuck your phone back into your pocket and return to the delightful task of baking. After thoroughly mixing the batter, you gracefully use an ice cream scoop to transfer it to the waiting trays before gently placing them in the preheated oven. Working on the sumptuous filling, you lovingly combine butter, cream cheese, powdered sugar, marshmallow fluff, and a hint of vanilla extract. As you taste the filling, a contented smile crosses your face, and you have to exercise severe restraint to keep from devouring the entire bowl right then and there. While the round cakes are baking, you take a moment to rest on the sofa. Fanny jumps up next to you, seeking your affection and not minding that you only use one arm at the moment.

"I can't wait to see your mom's face when she sees the surprise; how about you?" You asked the dog with a grin.

Fanny charmingly tilts her head back at you. 

"Sam here. Or, she might scold me in Russian for not taking a break. Either way, we can indulge in dessert," you remark before affectionately kissing her head.

After the oven timer goes off, carefully remove the pan and set it aside to cool. Despite hesitation, you adhere to Yelena's advice and change your bandages. Fortunately, it's your non-dominant arm that sustained the injury. Once you finish tending to your wound, the whoopie pies are cooled and ready to be filled. Using a spoon, you delicately spread the filling on one cake and gently place another on top, feeling satisfied as you finish assembling all the whoopie pies.

You carefully stow away the batch of eighteen luscious whoopie pies in a trusty Tupperware container and pop it in the fridge. As you settle down at the counter, glancing at the clock reminds you that time certainly flies by when you're having fun. In just 30 minutes, Yelena will be back home. At this moment, you become acutely aware of the throbbing ache in your shoulder. You reach for the prescription she had set out for you and grab a glass of water. But as you're about to gulp down the pill, you spot the fine print on the label, indicating that it's meant to be taken with food.

You slump down in your chair with a tired groan, feeling too drained to even think about finding something to eat. Perhaps Yelena was right – maybe you had overexerted yourself. But then you remember the whoopie pies. They may not be the healthiest pair for pain medication, but they are fresh. You open the refrigerator, grab one of the confections, and reach for a soda. You devour the whole thing, then wash down your painkillers with a swig of soda.

You hoped the medication would take effect before Yelena returned home. It was a fact - as an Avenger, you were great at many things, but hiding things from your world-class spy girlfriend was not one of them. You relax back onto the sofa and absentmindedly flick through your phone. Your gaze keeps drifting back to the fridge. Maybe just one more whoopie pie wouldn't hurt. You do need to keep your energy levels up. Giving in to temptation, you grab another treat and a soda before returning to the living room. Fanny's eyes are fixed on you as you savor the second dessert.

"Alright, just a tiny piece. But, let's keep it our little secret," you whispered as you ripped off a small chunk of the crimson cake and sneaked it to the pup.

As you finish up, you let out a contented sigh and run your hand down your face. The baking session was your most physical activity since your injury. Refusing to retreat to your bedroom, you opt for the cozy comfort of the sofa. Wrapped in your favorite blanket, Fanny snuggles up at your feet. After about 20 minutes, you realize the shoulder pain has almost completely disappeared. Delighted, you treat yourself to a little seated happy dance. You cue your favorite playlist and can't resist jumping to your feet when the beat drops on your favorite song. What started as a small happy dance became a full-on, one-armed dance-off with enthusiastic singing. It seems all that sugar is finally getting to your head.

You are so caught up in your sugar rush that you lose track of time. Unaware, you don't hear the jingle of keys or the opening of your front door. Suddenly, Yelena appears in the doorway, silently watching you before finally startling you with an interruption.

"Is this what you call resting?" Yelena asked with a raised eyebrow.

You leap three feet into the air before realizing there's no danger. "Yelena, you're back! Woohoo! Happy dance time!!" you exclaim as you break into a joyous dance around the room.

"What's going on? Have you been sneaking sips of my vodka?" she questioned, her eyes tracking your every move around the room.

"What? No, I just had a snack! Two snacks... Well, dessert. Oh, and sodas! See, I wanted to do something nice for you because I know you've been worried about me since my injury, and I love you, so I made red velvet whoopie pies!" You rambled excitedly.

"Calm down... you made what now?" Yelena asked, her brow furrowed with confusion.

"Red velvet whoopie pies!" you repeated excitedly. "They're these delicious soft rounds of red velvet cake with a luscious cream filling sandwiched in between." With eager anticipation, you rushed to the counter and eagerly picked one up to show her, a child-like grin spreading across your face as you marveled at the sweet treat.

Yelena stares at you blankly for a few seconds before launching into her native tongue. 

Tebe polozheno otdykhat', a vmesto etogo ty provodish' ves' den', kricha! Vy s uma soshli? Vas zastrelili. Chto delat', yesli shvy razoshlis'? YA ne khochu snova okazat'sya s toboy v Med-Bey. YA znal, chto mne ne sledovalo ostavlyat' tebya odnu.

You are supposed to rest; instead, you spend all afternoon making whoopies! Are you crazy? You were shot. What if your stitches split open? I don't want to end up back in the Med Bay with you. I knew I should not have left you alone. 

"Is that your way of saying, 'Wow, you're amazing sweetheart'? I'd love to try one," you questioned with a giggle from the sugar rush.

Yelena shook her head softly as she approached you. Her eyes bore into yours with concern. 'You really should be in bed,' she said gently.

"Come on, just try one for me, please," you pleaded with your best puppy dog eyes.

"If I try it, will you rest?" Yelena asked.

“Absolutely, for sure, of course, affirmative, by all means, certainly, yep, very well, okey-dokey, yes,” happily bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet.

You offer Yelena a whoopie pie. She gazes at you with curiosity, studying you from head to toe, and then takes a deliberate bite. 

“Well?" You inquire with a grin.

"It's good," she conceded, wiping a bit of cream filling from the corner of her mouth. But there's this subtle smile tugging at her lips, and it's obvious that she's absolutely loving it.

"I knew you would love it!" You exclaimed, doing a little celebratory dance and raising my uninjured arm in victory.

She reluctantly admitted, "Okay, it's delicious. Sweet, just like you, Y/N."

"Whoopie! It's really cool, isn't it?" you exclaimed.

Yelena agreed, patting your cheek affectionately to regain your attention. "Yes, your little American whoopie is so cool. I'm going to hop in the shower and change. Could you do me a favor and head back to bed now, detka?

"Absolutely, I could keep doing this all day!" You playfully quipped, channeling your inner Captain America.

Yelena sighed, exasperated, and muttered, "Now I'm going to punch Cap," before turning on her heels and heading towards your bedroom.

As you start following her, you can't resist the temptation to reach for one more whoopie pie quietly.

Yelena's sharp voice cut through the room. “And no more whoopies!” she yelled, her words hanging in the air without her even turning around.

"Awww," you whimpered.

You finally make your way back to bed, feeling the exhaustion creeping in after the rush from all the sugar. Yelena, having showered and changed into comfortable sweatpants and one of your band T-shirts, joins you. She slips into bed beside you, wrapping her arms around you comfortingly.

"I'm the best baker on the team," you whispered before slipping into a peaceful slumber.

“Yes, detka, you're the best baker on the team,” Yelena humored. “Get some sleep now, whoopie.” 

[fanaticsnail]

Hello Snail! Just a stupid question :D

I'm writing a new fic and I have problems with a really silly thing: an onomatopoeia. I need to write the sound that boots made when the person is walking over wooden floor.

Context: Buggy shoes, he is walking slowly on deck, scrutinizing each pirate in a row one by one.

I thought first about: tap, tap, tap

And later: clunk? thud? stomp?

Which one would you use in a situation like this?

Thanks!!

Oh my gosh, hi Jintaka! Thank you for your ask, and I hope I can help! There's a few elements I would think about here before the sound is thought about.

Boots: Leather, buckles, braces, laces, steel-capped, matte, heavy, light, thick, plush, cinched ribbons, elevated heel.

Deck: waxed, polished, old, worn, unstable, thick, supporting, water-rotten, flimsy, swollen, soft, pliant, hard, durable.

Walking: Strides, intentional, furiously, enraged, purposeful, lengthy, disciplinary, fists balled, straining, buzzed, shoulders squared, chest puffed.

Now with all those in mind, how would it sound? Here is a little snippet, just in case:

{The captain walked with lengthy, intentional strides atop the wooden deck. Each moment he took an aggressive step, he would halt and pay insult to a row of his loyal crewmen.

"Where's the enthusiasm?" His voice cracked out a barked reprimand, "Row if your life depends on it! Because believe me, buttercup, it does."

Each heavy step he took, the thump of his matte boot-heel ricocheted from the swollen wood. Contrary to his furious steps, the soft jingle of his belt buckle rang melodically in dangerous harmony to his aggression.}

In saying all that, Buggy is known for pranking his crew and not taking himself too seriously.

Would he hide ballooned squeakers in his toes and whoopy cushions in his heels, so each time he took a step; a crude combination of a tooted mock-flatulence expelled from his boots? Possibly.

He'd absolutely use this as leeway to discipline his crew further if they ever dreamed of laughing.

I hope this helps! Let me know how you go 🖤

[pondslime]

I was watching this youtube reaction to House of Wax and one of the guys pointed out that Bo had a whoopi cushion on his trucks dashboard and I havent stopped thinking of it since

RJFSDKJSDFKJKFSDJKFDSJ

are we talkin about this thing jfdhhfdjfhdjfds

SCREAMING!!!! I always figured it was a balled-up t-shirt or a rag or a cap but the idea of it bein a whoopie cushion is SO fckin funny hfsjdhfsdjhfsdjhjfsd 💀

also look @ that up-to-date registration sticker. boy rocked out to the baton rouge dmv to get his shit all legal. law-abiding citizen. maybe he really WILL be cawlin the cawps!!!!!

he is SO cartoon character-coded 😔

u could overlay this over EVERY single one of his scenes and nothing abt the movie nor his character would change:

this is what his brain sounds like @ all moments of every goddamn day

imagine him heehawing alone in his truck to the mere THOUGHT of leavin a whoopie cushion on the seat for some unsuspecting bitch to sit on. tryin to work a whoopie cushion into his sad weird backstory that he's gonna dump on the next batch of hapless ambrose victims. how trudy n vincent were traveling circus performers and a whoopie cushion was their downfall.........how the whole town could hear the whoopie cushion wheezin' all the way up @ the house.........

just laughin 2 himself. thinkin this is TRULY the mastermind comedic snl roast comedy central looney tunes bingo bongo joke of all time.

getting OUTRAGEOUSLY mad when he gets into his truck later and someone has placed it on his seat, tossin the joke in his face. he accuses lester and holds a grudge abt it for years. bc this was his goofy ahhh sillyboy moment!!!! how dare u clown on him when he's the court jester king supreme!!!

vincent was the one who did it. he will never find that out.

[deirdreisme]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Maine Whoopie Pie Festival Ball Cap 2016 Orange Vacationland Fair Travel Otto.

[worldrandom]

Maine, Massachuestts

Native American Tribes 1st

Viking in Maine 1065-1093

French 1st settlement 1604

only state bordered on 3 sides by canada

most forest cover of any us

2500 lakes and 500 rivers and streams

with inlets and islands 3478 miles of cost line

4000 islands

maine 2nd to the most population of moose

90% of lobsters

toothpick capital of the world

state fruit wild blueberries

state treat whoopie pie

state bird black capped chichadea

state cat maine coon

state tree eastern white pine

4 famous people

Massachusetts

lowest divorce rates

oldest public park

dunkin donuts dedham

state capital and largest city boston

state size land and water 10,555

population 6,984,723

state hood feb 6, 1785

number of counties 14

highes point mount greylock 3489ft

lowest point alantic ocean

length 113 miles width 183 miles

statr nickname baystate old count state

nobel prize winners 7 famous people 4

us presidents born 4

folk songs massachusetts

state dog boston terrier

state fish cod

state bird cactus wrech

state game bird wild turkey

state gem rhodonite

state reptile garter snake

state fossil dinosaur tracks

state shell new england neptune

state berry cranberry

state tree american elm

state horse morgan horse

state bean baked navey bean

[loveandcyanide]

This is a hat I made from Ravelry I had to put on 7 points just to have it fit right and it’s a bit short but hey, that’s chil. I didn’t exactly make it with the right sized needles. Still it’s a really simple pattern so even beginners can knit it. All you need to know how to do is knit back and front and knit 2 together. This hat was made with cheep wool yarn. Patons Classic Wool in the color of plum heather if you wanna make one like mine.

[scifidancer]

STAR TREK: PICARD

[recycledcactus]

Here’s my Dream SMP sona!! They’re literally just like my regular sona except instead of ghost, I made it Ghast and I added some human genetics.

Here’s the reference I used for the pose because I don’t know how to draw people well at all

I forget to add they were and always will be a L’Manburgian at heart and also possibly had their flower shop double as an apothecary.

If you can’t read my handwriting (it’s okay, sometimes I can’t either) then I’ve copied my words under the cut!

Recycledcactus has entered the game > 50% Ghast, 26% Skeleton, 24% Human > Possesses a cactus because they have too little human parts for a proper body > Will screech and scare people when stressed/scared > Has a warm steam-like substance seeping off of her from the Ghast parts > Collects flowers and will give you flower crowns as a sign of love > Warm :D > Probably owns/owned a flower shop > Showed up towards the start of L’Manburg and now probbaly lives in Snowchester > Doesn’t speak Common (the main language I guess) very well. > Teenager(?) > Enjoys building. Hates redstone > She/her and they/them but also doesn’t care too much > Naturally good with a bow because Skeleton > Isn’t hostile but will retaliate when provoked > Just Ghast/Skeleton enough that mobs don’t attack her > Steam gets too hot for humans when (di)stressed > Does okay in the Nether and hates the ocean > Carries varioud herbs and ingredients for potions > Sometimes cries or makes clacking noises for no reason > Doesn’t have great vision. (Literally what are her eyes) > Wears gloves all the time ‘cause Skelly hands

Notes I put around the body: [Regular wear] -Gardening gloves -Mud stains -Steam! -Basket to collect flowers

[grande-caps]

The Stand (2020) size: 1280x720 14,108 caps please like/reblog if using!

[farminglesbian]

The Associate (1996) Donald Petrie

[draptorronin]

Ah, so kinda like how Pokemon has Nidoran Male & Female listed as different species (despite both being technically the same creature).

One mechanic regarding breeding that crossed my mind is: compatibility. How likely are two breeds of clown to produce offspring that aren’t themselves able to breed (in other words, possibility of producing Mule-clowns)? [Tho that might be something that should be left out/hand-waved away for general practicality]   

I thought of a few more clown-breeds, such as:

Jolly Ol’ Hobo, Class Clown (pretty much looks like a doofy kid wearing a dunce cap & holding a whoopie cushion), and Cringey Comedian (which looks kinda like a caricature of Jerry Seinfield) 

i really would love to see a game like Petz (ubisoft) but where you breed and care for clowns. like lil creature clowns not human clowns. and make lil hybrids with different randomized traits from the parents, and stuff.... and maybe some horrifying ass feral clowns that eat your pet ones if they run away lmao

[teethunderyourpillow]

Archie Comics!Jughead Jones | This one is better than the last ones I made, but still not that good. The Archie Comics Jughead is probably my favourite out of the comics, and Jughead is my favourite from Riverdale, but it just annoys me with the stuff they change about Jughead. He doesn't eat enough food!

[thestereotypebuster]

@Jughead

[abiik]

but how r we feeling about lil hyeoky as a libra? thoughts? are we laughing at him too?