#win son bakery

[abramsbooks]

RECIPE: Mochi Doughnuts (From Win Son Presents A Taiwanese American Cookbook by Josh Ku, Trigg Brown, and Cathy Erway)

Taiwan is famous for Q or QQ textures, which may be best translated as “Bouncy” or “Springy.” Think boba, gummy bears, and mochi, a sticky rice treat popular throughout East Asia. These doughnuts are made with sticky rice flour for a chewy bite that stretches in a very Q way. Mochi doughnuts are definitely a thing in Taiwan, and Danielle really gravitated to the ones she sampled throughout Taiwan, having made many fried doughnuts fresh to order in her time at Craft, working under doughnut and overall pastry legend Karen DeMasco.

In Tainan, we also sampled mochi doughnuts made with millet flour in addition to sticky rice flour, and Danielle was eager to start recipe-testing as soon as she returned. She landed on this formula that’s satisfyingly QQ, delicious, and also completely gluten-free. Once they’re out of the fryer, they can be coated with sugar and your choice of additional seasonings—at Win Son Bakery, we love a classic sugar and cinnamon topping, but you can add to yours some toasted and ground black sesame seeds, ground black cardamom, ground ginger, and any other spices you love. Or just toss them with sugar—sometimes that’s all you need.

Makes about 12

INGREDIENTS

FOR THE BATTER:

5 cups (800 g) glutinous rice flour

1½ cups (165 g) millet flour

12⁄3 cups (335 g) sugar

1⁄3 cup (65 g) baking powder

3 tablespoons salt

3 cups (720 ml) whole milk

1 cup (225 g) unsalted butter, melted and cooled

6 eggs

FOR SHAPING AND FRYING:

2 quarts (2 L) neutral oil for frying, such as soybean

1/4 cup (40 g) glutinous rice flour, plus more for cutting out the donuts

TO FINISH:

1 cup (200 g) sugar

2 tablespoons ground cinnamon (optional)

MAKE THE BATTER: In the bowl of a stand mixer, combine all of the ingredients for the batter and mix with the paddle attachment until a smooth dough forms. Wrap the dough in plastic wrap and refrigerate for 3 hours or overnight.

SHAPE AND FRY THE DOUGH: In a fryer or Dutch oven, preheat the oil to 325°F (165°C), when measured with a candy thermometer.

Sprinkle 1/4 cup (40 g) rice flour on a flat surface and on top of the dough and roll it out until it’s about ½ inch (12 mm) thick. Cut doughnuts about 3 inches (7.5 cm) in diameter using a doughnut cutter, concentric cookie cutters, or a drinking glass and a shot glass, flouring the cutters to avoid sticking. Combine the leftover pieces and roll out the dough again into a ½-inch-thick (12 mm) layer as many times as possible, to create as many doughnuts as you can.

Work in batches so as not to overcrowd the fryer. Once the oil is up to temperature, gently place as many doughnuts as will comfortably fit into the oil and allow to fry for 3 minutes before carefully turning them over. Fry the other side for 3 minutes and drain on a cooling rack with something underneath to catch any excess oil.

To finish, on a plate, mix the sugar and cinnamon, if using. Toss the doughnuts with the mixture and serve immediately.

A modern, brashly flavorful guide to cooking Taiwanese-American food, from Brooklyn’s lauded Win Son, Win Son Bakery, and Cathy Erway, celebrated writer and expert on the cuisine.

Josh Ku, born in Queens to parents from southern Taiwan, and Trigg Brown, a native Virginian whose mentor was a Taiwanese-American chef, forged a friendship over food—specifically, excellent tsang ying tou, or "flies’ head," a dish of chopped budding chives kissed with pork fat. Their obsession with Taiwanese food and culture propelled them to open Win Son together in 2016. The East Williamsburg restaurant quickly established itself as a destination and often incurs long waits for their vibrant and flavorful Taiwanese-American cuisine.

Ku and Brown have teamed up with Cathy Erway, Taiwanese food expert and celebrated writer, to create this book which explores and celebrates the cuisine of Taiwan and its ever-simmering pot of creative influences. Told through the eyes, taste buds, travels, and busy lives of Ku, Brown, and Erway, this book brings the cuisine of this misunderstood island nation into the spotlight. With 100 creative, yet accessible recipes, this book will unravel the history of this diaspora cuisine. While featuring classic dishes and well-known favorites, this cookbook also stretches this cuisine's definition, introducing new dishes with brazen twists that are fun, flavorful, and decidedly American-born in style.

For more information, click here.

[maacbrem]

Vox Machina’s story is a tragedy just as much as a happy ending.

Imagine: you’re the twin bastards of a wealthy man and a dead woman and all you have in the world is each other; you’re the prodigal heir of your people on the same quest that took your mother and the very concept of power terrifies you but you have to learn to wield it anyway; you’re the son of a deposed warlord left for dead by your uncle, brought into an unknown world of kindness and faith by another victim of your family of origin whose death you objected to against all your upbringing; you’re the good-hearted daughter of a family of crooks and you struggle to balance the love of your goddess with all the ugly feelings of anger and doubt that haunt you; you’re the lone survivor of a massacre, you fled the burning corpse of the city you love and your own sister’s bleeding body in the dirt, when you sleep you dream of forge fire and blood and you cling to your name even as you know you’re not worthy of it; you’re a bard haunted by the song of your mother’s dying screams and when you make people laugh you feel a little less helpless so you resign yourself to being comic relief and convince yourself that being needed is better than being wanted.

And then bit by bit you come together by chance, and suddenly you’re not just you anymore, you’re a group. You start testing the waters of friendship, of care, of love in many forms. You kill for each other; you die for each other. The world keeps trying to crush you but you keep fighting back, and together you start winning, together you stop being outcasts and screw-ups and start being heroes. People look to you for help, for guidance, for salvation. You’re terrified of it but you’re together so you muddle through, and all the losses pile up but the victories are so much greater. Guilt is easier to carry across many shoulders, and vengeance is a noble pursuit. You’re winning. You’re winning.

And then you lose. You lose and you keep losing and you thought the Dread Emperor, the Briarwoods, the dragons were all beyond you but you managed it, you saved the realm and each other, but suddenly you’re in the Shadowfell and your friends are dying and Vax is gone -

You win. But there’s finally a price that you don’t want to pay. You’re the most powerful group of people in the world, wielding god-forged remnants of divine war and too stubborn to do anything but fight until the fighting’s done, but you still lose. He leaves you, willingly and with a clean conscience and an awful, cruel faith that you’ll all be okay without him, and there’s nothing you can do.

In this moment, at the absolute height of your power, you are useless.

Vox Machina is a tragedy because they rallied the whole world behind them and they won every unwinnable fight and in between all that they figured out how to be people who love and dream and build and lead and open bakeries and have cannonball contests and start families, but there was always going to be a cost. There was always going to be an end. Even as they move forward and live their lives they’re still a little bit stuck in their grief because they’re not used to losing. They’re unstoppable forces of nature but they were always going to meet an immovable object and none of them are really capable of accepting that because why would they? They’re basically gods.

[kitkats-and-kittens]

A very batty Christmas

Don’t know if anyone’s done this before, but Batfam getting sucked into a generic hallmark movie due to villain shenanigans ft StephCass, cause duh.

Stephanie is the protagonist, because she’s blonde. She’s the big city girl who’s moving to gingerbread village because her evil boss (Bruce who is very confused and not sure why Wayne Enterprises is suddenly an evil bakery shutting down company) is shutting down the local bakery.

After a quick conversation with her now fiancée Tim Drake (they are both disgusted), she’s off.

She arrives in gingerbread village and is immediately accosted by the local Christmas spirit, read: Carollers (Duke and Jason, who were lucky enough to be cast as side characters. They are sitting back and enjoying the drama)

After throwing a quick middle finger at them, she is saved by none over than the local bakery owner. Cassandra Cain (she has never baked a thing in her life, and now her business is in jeopardy because she’s burnt all the Christmas cookies and she has quite litteraly no understanding of customer service).

She takes Steph to the local inn, run by none other than a very upset Dick Grayson (he knows he isn’t built for the rugged look and no matter how many times he changes his outfit the plot always forces him into a flannel)

She checks in and the next day begins reporting on the local bakery, because big evil company has sent her to shut it down. (Bruce has no memory of this he calls Stephanie several times to try tell her that she can just come home, but small rural town=no cell service.)

Finally she arrives at small town bakery and she enters to the smell of burning. Cass is handling it, but in the mean time she is introduced to Damian, who is not thriving. Its cold, without service and he’s stuck living above a bakery of all things, playing the resident child who exists to say something childish and quirky that’s actually super wise and gives the main character an epiphany somewhere towards the end of the film. At least he has a random golden retriever with him. He misses Titus though.

In the meantime he has to deal with Cass’ disastrous attempts at making cookies.

They aren’t entirely sure why the plot demands they live together. Are they friends? Siblings? Mother and son? Estranged Aunt and Nephew who was taken in after his parents death in what was probably a planned hit by evil big city corporation in order to further their goals of building a mall or a parking lot or whatever it is their building? No one wants to know, least of all them.

Steph moves on to the kitchen to see what’s going on and she and Cass get to talking about the local Christmas cookies baking competition on Christmas Eve that if they win will give them just enough money to save the bakery!!!!

She is offered some cookies but they don’t look edible so she declines returning to the inn.

Dick is chopping wood and not looking at all happy about it as he informs Steph of the impending snow storm that will no doubt overcome gingerbread village.

Steph however is too rattled with guilt at having to shut down this small town bakery to hear him.

The next day she returns (unwillingly, the plot forced her) to the bakery, but oh no. What’s this? Impending snow storm that she was totally warned about???

Well she’ll have to bunk down in the bakery, so she is invited in which is weird right cause they’ve known each other for like 2 days in universe and who gives a fuck. It’s Christmas!!!!!

Cue bonding montage where they go on walks, talk about their childhoods and Cass attempts to teach Steph how to bake, except neither of them had present enough parents during their childhood to teach them so they’re both sort of floundering. Steph bonds with Damian (read they sit next to each other once, he calls her fat, she throws a shoe at his head)

But there’s love in the air or whatever, until dun dun dun despite not having service, she gets a call from her evil boss, (read Bruce asking if she’s alright), who wants her to shut down gingerbreadvill bakery, (he has no intention of doing that, why is everyone so insistent on him shutting down this local business?) followed by her evil fiancée, (Tim who’s just as confused as she is to realise he’s booked a ticket to come see her for some reason)

She puts down the phone and oh no, small town bakery owner overheard her and knows her true motive. (Cass doesn’t care, she’s more interested in eating cookies than making them) but plot demands the third act misunderstanding so Steph leaves in shame.

The magical snow storm has magically vanished. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and her deadline to shut down the bakery, but what’s this? There’s carollers outside her window giving her hope. (Jason and Duke who didn’t realise their true importance to the plot, standing outside her window in the freezing cold singing a plot relevant Christmas carol or something)

Well she throws caution to the wind and returns to the bakery, but Cass isn’t there, Damian is though and he gets to have his moment and give her some great advice (“she went to that one place you had your intimate moment in three scenes ago, now fuck off”)

She finds Cass and explains how she doesn’t want to shut down gingerbreadvil bakery anymore, but oh no, it’s already Christmas Eve, what to do?

Well they return to the bakery and probably get Dick, Jason and Duke and some other local town members to come together and make cookies (cause it’s Christmas guys!!!) they submit them to the local Christmas cookies baking competition on Christmas Eve, three people vomit and one of the judges has to be taken to the hospital for food poisoning but the plot demands they win.

They kiss under the moonlight and Tim arrives just in time for Steph to hand him back his ring (they are both incredibly relived) the story ends and everyone lives happily ever after.

The batfam are freed after the plot ends and all agree to never speak of the incident again.

Except neither Cass nor Steph are as upset as they probably could be and maybe if they try baking cookies for real this time, (with strict recipes and guidelines) and go walking under the moonlight together and generally being a cute cringy hallmark couple then nobody needs to know.

[hsficrecommendation]

Hello Everyone! This is masterlist #4 (June of 2023!) for the all fics I have reblogged on this side blog I hold super close to me. Remember to leave feedback and reblog all the writings below!

Also, a huge thank you to all the writers mentioned, I adore you so very much and I hope you keep writing for yourselves <3

••• JUNE •••

Valentine's Day | Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day. - @nationalharryleague

French Fries | Harry kept glancing at her as he drove. “M’sorry about our date,” he whispered. “I don’t know what you’re apologizing for,” she shrugged and reached over to squeeze his arm while he held the steering wheel. “I had a lovely time.” - @1d1195

Shy | Close | Motherly Love | Don't Leave Me | Mother's Day | ♡ When Harry runs into a perfect stranger at a supermarket, he doesn’t know what to expect. After having been single for over a year and raising Amelia without a mother, dating somebody new feels impossible… that is, until she wins over the heart of his daughter. - @harry-writings

Vogue Beauty Secrets | Actress!Y/N does the Vogue Beauty Secrets video, and Harry decides to help. - @astranva

Gonna be Better in the Morning | Jeff and reader get into a fight and Harry takes Jeff's side. (As always, there is a happy ending with lots of comforts) - @harryhoney-bee

Work of Art | A cute little fluffy artist!Harry piece with a hint of angst! - @nationalharryleague

Update | The Best Present | Harry falls for a mysterious girl from YouTube. - @watchmegetobsessed

When The Levee Breaks | You're a waitress and Harry is being stood up. - @songbirdstyles

Playball | ♡ The reader owns a bakery and hates baseball, but what happens when her town’s bigshot MLB player walks into her bakery and she finds herself catching feelings unaware of his occupation? - @writingsbymarie

The Con Artist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | ♡ You're a wanted criminal and when Harry Styles, the detective on the case, finally catches up to you- he finds it difficult to resist your charms. - @gurugirl

Baby Steps | You’re Harry’s son's therapist, and he isn’t the only one you end up helping. - @enthusiasticharry

Mute | ♡♡ Where Harry doesn’t talk and falls in love with Y/n. - @harry-writings

Score and Smash | In which their university holds an annual boy vs girl football match, the highly anticipated game of the year has arrived and Harry and Y/N hate each other just as equally until Y/N is under Harry.

Quid Pro Quo | Another lawyer!Harry. Technically six years before this piece. Enemies to lovers with plenty of angst! - @talesofstyles

Six Months (Part 23) | ♡ Layla desperately needs a vacation and her Aunt and Uncle come to her rescue. So, at twenty two, she packs her bag and jets off to America. Harry took a break from education and is now a full fledged content creator on OnlyFans. At twenty, he makes more money than almost all of his friends. What ensues when these two meet and realise the windows in their rooms face each other? How will paper airplanes bring them closer together? - @fishnets-fingers

2022 : Masterlist #1 , #2 , #3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. 2023 : Masterlist #1, 2, 3 (June masterlist would be continued in the next list!)

My official writing account in case you'd like to check out my fics too: @0oolookitsme :)

[echantedtoon]

Single Dad Michikatsu Au

This has been plauging my mind for a long time and I needed to get this off my chest. This takes place in a Kimetsu Gauken au and it's hilarious to me. It's basically Michikatsu just ending up being a single parent to many small kids.

It starts with Kaigaku. One day Muzan just shows just with a scrawny black haired boy shaking in his shoes and pushes him towards the bodyguard-

Muzan: "This is Kaigaku. He's going to be our informant inside the Academy's walls going forward."

Michikatsu: "Ah. That seems like a clever tactic-"

Muzan: "You're going to be sure he has all his accomodations and care."

Michikatsu:"...I beg pardon?"

He's stuck with the kid's childcare and upbringing from that day going forward. Kaigaku doesn't live with him, but he's seen with him multiple times whether it's parent teacher meetings with the Academy, training Kaigaku in good spying tactics, or if it's just a check up at his home.

However Kaigaku isn't the only one he cares for.

Yuichiro and Muichiro are in his custody. Muichiro and Yuichiro Tokito are related to Michikatsu and Yoriichi however Michikatsu's coworkers have no idea if the Tokito Twins are his cousins, nephews, or his children. If anyone asks he simply tells them some relatives passed away and that's how he ended up taking in the teenagers. Similar to Kaigaku he's always there for parent teacher meetings (despite how awkward it is having Muzan's bodyguard in the Academy) and he often shows up for important events for the twins.

He's there when Yuichiro wins prizes in his shogi championship games. (Since it's cannon both twins are good at Shogi and have made appearances on TV in KG) Or drives Muichiro and Yuichiro to the Ubuyashikis residence to tutor the children. Muzan has tried more than once to convince Michikatsu to get the boys to spy for him there but whether he refused or the twins choose not to do it is unknown. Everyone just knows that both boys are often picked up by a scary looking bodyguard.

And finally his two children from his divorce. (I dunno Michikatsu's wife's actually name but Harahime seems pretty popular in the fandom so I'll use that name to call her for this.) His marriage was one arranged by his father and Haruhimes parents. However it wasn't a very good marriage and they ended up getting a divorce after almost five years. Michikatsu got main custody of his two children a toddler son and a baby. So he often hires nannies and babysitters to watch his children while he's at work or he drops them off at Uncle Yoriichi and Aunt Uta's for the day. It's a shock to everyone seeing this big intimidating man pull up in his black top of the line SUV only to see him open the back door and start taking care of a toddler and baby in the back seat.

Everyone at his work is shocked when he walks in with a little tot on his hip, a baby strapped to his chest, and a diaper bag thrown over his shoulder.

Muzan: "...What is this?"

Michikatsu: "The boys have school activities, the daycare is closed, and all my usual babysitters are too busy today."

Muzan: "...That really doesn't answer my question!"

I'm debating on whether or not to add Y/n but if I do then they'll meet in a very funny but cute way. Like Y/n is a fast food worker or works in a bakery and one day Michikatsu just walks in with all his kids.

[cazzyf1]

Some facts and stories about Roland Ratzenberger

• When he was seven years old his grandmother took him to a local hill climb race at Gaisberg.

• His first word was 'car'

• He was nine years old when year the family home the Salzburg ring opened. He was get through the gates to go watch the cars drive.

• He had a poster of Jochen Rindt on his wall as a kid.

• When he started karting at sixteen years old he had to get a secondary job at a bakery to fund it.

• In the winter of 1991 he married the former partner of another driver, becoming the stepfather of her son, however they were divorced in early 1992.

• While in the UK, he briefly gained some fame for having a similar name to the TV puppet 'Roland Rat'. ITV invited film to film a segment with the puppet for national breakfast television. He raced against the rat (who was in a car dubbed 'Ratmobile') the Rat Puppet ended up winning the race down to cheating.

• F1 author David Tremayne son's who was three years old insisted on calling Roland Ratzenburg-and-chips-and-beans to his face. Roland found it hilarious and became that young boy's hero.

• Described as 'gentle, always unfailingly polite, tall, good-looking, and with a ready smile'

• Journalist Adam Cooper went out drinking with Roland in Japan and at the end of the night they had decided he should come stay in Japan for a year or two to cover the local racing scene. When he turned up and realised the hotel was more expensive than he had planned Roland let him stay in the spare twin bed he had in his room. He was happy to have company.

• One of his unusual goals was to try to enjoy female company in the team motorhome between stints in 24 hour races. Adam Cooper reccounts ' I think the last time we discussed it he’d managed the feat twice at Le Mans, and once at the Nurburgring.'

• One time he used his deep Austrain accent to record a Terminator style 'I'll be back' answer machine message for rival Jeff Krosnoff

• He kept a black book full of 'ladies' numbers

• One time his friend Anthony Reid had an accident in a F3000 race, and had a lot of blood streaming down his face. Roland had to take charge of the scene as the marshals freaked out. He made sure his journalist friend wrote about the shortcomings of safety in a Japanese magazine afterwards.

• At a Formula Ford festival his team either ran out of funds or walked out and Roland was left with just his car and a toolbox. Because he was so well liked mechanics and personnel from other teams helped him prepare his car. He won that festival.

• On one occasion, Heinz-Harald Frentzen and Ratzenberger entered a nightclub. There was a confrontation between Frentzen and another guy which saw a knife pulled on either Frentzen or a random female bystander. Either way, Ratzenberger selflessly stepped in and wrestled the knife away from the man. 

• A documentary has been put out on YouTube about Roland by Levay film production, detailing all about his life. A recommended watch.

• Bernie Ecclestone personally delivered the confirmation of Ratzenburg's death to the Simtek team

• Ayton Senna commandeered an offical car to hurry to the medical center where he learnt of Roland's fate from his friend, Dr Sid Watkins

• Only five drivers attended his funeral

[nerdasstheatrekid]

YAP SESH ABOUT VAT7K🔥🔥

Chat how we feel about the idea of vat7k taking place in season 2 of tts? Since varian was gone for the most of the season and everything, AND AND I LOVE the idea of the radical team being there when Cassandra attacked.

Like think about it, before nothing left to lose Hugo would follow varian to the moonstone tower thing and witness the whole sequence happen and when varian gets trapped in the blackrocks cage Hugo was near him enough to get trapped in there WITH him so when eugene comes up the tower to save them, he just sees this blonde twink varian mentioned a few weeks ago. AND AS EUGENE WENT UP TO SAVE VARIAN Nuru and Yong FOLLOWED THEM TO HELP HUGH AND VAR cuz yk they wanna help. (And Eugene’d be like oh hell naw y’all are children you think raps is gonna NOT GIVE HIM A SCOLDING IF HE GETS THE KIDS INVOLVED?? and also we’d get this awesome scene where they all try to fight cass and fail miserably like a champ)

AND I LIKE AFTER THAT WHEN ITS HAPPILY EVER AFTER Hugo’d help varian design and build the hot water generator in corona, and they officially gain the title of the royal engineers of corona. AND AND they’d work part time at the library too just because

Yong I imagined would either stay in corona or go back to the fire kingdom, but since we don’t know much about him, we don’t know if he has anyone or anything to go back to, SO I PROPOSE A HEADCANON!!! YONG GETS ADOPTED BY XAVIER!!!! And he’d help out at the local bakery of corona, or he would host firework shows during big events, the guy can do anything

Nuru would go back to Amber and convince her and or her family too, to come live in the air kingdom!! As they have a lot of potential of helping with the asteroids, and probably closer to corona so they could all visit varian, Hugo, and Yong it’s a win win!! Nuru would finally make her mother proud (mommy issues Blehh) and she’d have the next queen introduced to her mother.

As for donella and cyrus they are the main keepers of the library, since Hugo and varian are pretty busy in corona they’d offer to go there and just keep it safe. Since yk the yearning lesbian saw her decade year old soul of her crush PERISH IN FRONT OF HER IN THE LIBRARY…she’d want something to remind her of ulla. And cyrus, I headcanon him as dons bio son so he’d just stay there with his mama taking care of her, and ALSO I think cyrus would be the tough guy with a soft personality so he’d maybe adopt some cats and read various books in the library and he’d also do gardening in his past time. (Male wife material ik) Hugo and varian would also visit them a lot.

[gabessquishytum]

Rivals in an annual bake off at the local county fair.

Dream, every year now, wins his local pie bake off. He first entered as a lark, Orpheus was making fun of Dream's cooking/baking skills and dared his father to enter and win.

Well, Dream never turns down a dare (and having Orpheus joking with him and them laughing together is the most cherished of experiences).

This year, Dream comes in second to an "R. Gadling". Dream hasn't lost in years, to come in 2nd to a name he doesn't recognize,,,sets Dream to grumbling.

And this year was going so very well - Dream met another single dad, Hob, while walking the fair with Orpheus. Hob had his son Robin with him and let Dream know that they had more or less just moved to the area. (They met some way silly, like grabbing for the same set of napkins or something). Hob has a great laugh (and bum) and won Dream a stuffed bird.

Hob (charmingly tugging his ear): Are you really upset about getting 2nd place?

Dream 😳: No. Not really. It's just Orpheus is always so happy when i win....i don't want him to be disappointed in me.

So!!! Cute!!! These two absolutely have "rival PTA dads" energy and I love it. Dream is the queen bee, Hob is the interloper - and he knows that Dream’s cupcakes were store-bought!!! He will keep the secret in exchange for a kiss 😉

I just really love the idea of them being normal dads doing normal things. After Hob reveals that he is in fact 'R Gadling', and admits that he used to own a small bakery in the big city before he moved to the countryside for Robin to have a nicer childhood - Dream insists that Hob makes up for taking his crown by baking with him. Hob is only too happy to invite both Orpheus and Dream back to the cottage he's recently moved into. Robin wants to show Orpheus the garden (apparently there are many interesting bugs). Hob has a fancy stand mixer and plenty of ingredients, and he acts as sous chef while Dream rather enjoys lording it over him. Flirty banter quickly evolves into touches and kisses, and there's a whole lot of flour in Dream’s messy black hair...

By the time the boys come in, a cake has been made (and rather hastily decorated). Hob’s t-shirt is on back to front, and when Dream turns around there are two big flour handprints on his bum.

It's nice to make new memories. Orpheus teases Dream all the way home, both about losing the bake off and getting a boyfriend. So there's really nothing to grumble about, after all.

[wormstacheangel]

Day 2: Tradition #spnadvent2024

“So this is it?” Dean looked at all the boxes of lights and decorations that cluttered his front yard. “This is how we’re spending our weekend.”

Cas and Jack were sketching out ideas of where to put all this inflatable mess while Dean brought them both mugs of hot chocolate. They took it with a smile, Cas gave him a quick peck on the cheek as a thank you, and went back to planning. 

Dean walked up to a box holding an 8-foot-tall toy soldier. “Sweetheart, don’t you think this is too much?” Dean noticed there were two and couldn’t imagine how much each cost.

“It’s tradition around here to decorate your house.” Cas motioned to the other neighbors who started decorating the day after Black Friday. “You said it would be fun.”

“I think our house can win!” Jack turned his sketch towards Dean and he noticed a big crowded mess. 

“Kid, is that sleigh real or an inflatable too?” Dean asked but he was more worried about the six reindeer in front of it. “And I don’t think this is a competition. Not one with a prize, at least.”

Cas holds a flyer up to Dean. “There is. We could win a gift basket.”

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Dean took the flyer from his husband who threw him a dirty look. Dean read the list of local places that donated gift cards and treats. “Our favorite bakery is on here!”

Cas’s eyes sparkled as he smiled at Dean. “I think this would be more fun if we did this together.”

“Anything for you, Sweetheart.” Dean gave his husband a quick kiss before turning to his son. “Jack, get my keys we need to get more lights.”

“On it!”

Cas rolled his eyes, smile still plastered. “Dean, I think we have enough lights.”

[venus-celestial]

Two Agatha all along fic ideas I have been thinking about for days and finally came up with names and summaries for

Number 1

Title: Red and Purple in Peace (until Green comes to play)

Summary: Shh Слатка девојко it's ok your ok" Wanda says a gentle smile on her face magic wrapping around her fingers

"You'll have your magic in fact you'll have all you desire my dear I'll make sure of it" Agatha's eyes widen but she never gets the chance to speak

Somewhere in the universe Rio Feels something snap

or

Wanda Puts Agatha in a dream reality where they're together and are rising they're 3 boys and Rio is not best pleased

or

Rio and Wanda Fight over Agatha both win somehow

Notes/ideas: Wanda and Agatha are raising billy Tommy and Nicky in the hex

Agatha only remembers painful feelings when it comes to rio

It's like that Thorpe where a hero is put into a dream where it's their perfect reality and they don't know or don't want to leave it

For Agatha it's kinda both like there's a small sense something is wrong but she's so happy she ignores and and is scared of it pushing her further into the hex

Are the kids real? That's to be decided

Agatha works at a bakery she's basically a housewife honestly

Rio is not pleased her wife has basically been kidnapped and brainwashed and so maybe has her son?

The children love each other and their mother's

Agatha is touch starved and very cuddly as a result

Also lots of shenanigans

Number 2

Title: Blood runs thicker than water (but both feel the same when your eyes are closed)

Summary: She already had Alice to protect she shouldn't really really shouldn't take in this girl but...

the little girl is shaking afraid too thin and has far too many bruises for them to be from falls and play

she's a protection witch with magic and Gods damn it if she isn't going use it to protect this innocent little girl even if it's from death itself

or

Agatha is born in Alice's time instead of Salem Lorna finds her and adopts her and everyone is all the better for it Oh and Rio is absolutely smitten with her

Notes/Ideas: throw Canon and the timeline completely out the window here

Alice and Agatha being sisters

Jen and Agatha being weird besties

Rio being like most wholesome dark romance type ever

The road is just pure chaos

Agatha is a figure skater

The hex is somehow worse then in Canon

Nobody dies but they do have trauma

These have been in my head for a bit so I'll probably start writing for them within the week hopefully

[flaccid-rats]

I keep thinking about a modern au where Din, as a single father of a kid with the worst sweet tooth ever, naturally decides to take up baking. It’s the easiest way to sate Grogu’s desire for sweets, and, well, turns out Din likes baking. And like. He gets good at it. Really good at it (mostly because his son is a gremlin and constantly demands Din to make sweets with the strangest flavor combinations and what’s Din gonna do? Tell him no? Din would rather shoot himself, thank you very much) And due to a series of events orchestrated by his terrible friends, Din ends up on a baking show (he’s not entirely sure how they managed to swing it—something about Boba being fuck buddies with the host? Din honestly wasn’t paying attention). Boba keeps telling him he’s gonna win. Din is convinced he’s going to leave on the first episode, because he’s a home baker and everyone else owns and/or works in bakeries and are, you know, actual professionals.

Din does not get booted on the first episode.

Or the second.

Or the third.

He, in fact, makes it to the final. And wins.

(Throughout the entire show, he is constantly asked how he keeps so calm and composed. His only response is I have a two-year old)

[growingstories]

Farming

High-rolling lawyer James Christophers is a name partner in a prestigious firm, specializing in liability cases for pharmaceutical clients. He is known for his handsome, muscular appearance and confident attitude. Despite his tight schedule, which includes early morning workouts and back-to meetings-back, James enjoys the city and life his spends weekends at bars gay, always with a new boyfriend in town.

Recently, James inherited a vast farm in the middle of nowhere in Northeast Ohio from his late uncle. As he was married to his mother's sister and childless, James is the sole heir. Although James flies to the farm in the company jet during weekends, he finds the intensity of combining the farm and his city life overwhelming.

It is during one of these visits that he meets Jackson, his neighbors' 20-year-old son. Jackson, who prefers to be called Jackie, reveals that he is on the brink of losing his wrestling scholarship if he doesn't win his next match.

In a surprising turn of events, James proposes a deal to Jackie. If Jackie loses the match, James will pay for his last year of tuition In return, Jackie agrees to work on the farm during his free time while attending school. Unfortunately, Jackie loses the match and immediately starts working on the farm. The initial weeks prove to be challenging as he tackles manual tasks such as harvesting and yard work, providing enough physical exercise to maintain his muscular physique. As the holidays approach and there is less work to do on the farm, Jackie realizes he has gained weight due to his continued wrestling diet.

In the spring, James visits the farm and unveils his plan for a flourishing agricultural business. He introduces a new fertilizer for wheat and corn, promising faster growth and larger yields. Although it is not yet available on the market, James decides to conduct a trial season. The whole village becomes interested, and James offers to share the results after the next harvest.

Even though there is a lot of hard labour Jackie keeps eating like he did as a wrestler, during the summer, Jackie continues to gain weight, reaching a staggering 260 pounds.

Also James sees his weight climbing. Despite the weight gain, the crops thrive, and James seizes the opportunity to sell his shares in the law firm and invest the money in expanding his farming business. The town becomes dependent on James for their seed supply, and he even keeps some wheat for the local bakery and corn for his own livestock.

Eventually, Jackie graduates and secures a job at a real estate company out of state. This leaves James in need of a solution the to farm work. He finds Danny, the son of a local baker.

Though Danny lacks ambition, he possesses a strong work ethic. Unfortunately, working alongside this young man becomes detrimental to James' fitness goals, as he gains weight due to the delicious goods from Danny's mom she prepares everyday for them.

Desperate to lose weight, James spends two months at a fitness resort. Upon his return, he successfully sheds the excess fat and gains some muscle, resulting in a weight of 205 pounds.

However, he quickly gains weight yet again after consuming too many pastries from the bakery, reaching 237 pounds. Concerned the about rapid weight gain, James reaches out to his previous clients for the trial reports, only to discover that the hormones in the seed additives cause an increase in appetite and muscle growth, as well as the faster storage of fat in humans and animals.

Faced with this startling revelation, James contemplates his options. After studying the fine prints he realizes that he is legally protected and not liable for the consequences of the seed additives. Unsure whether to inform the baker or Danny's mother, James decides to continue with the next season, planning to visit a fitness resort as soon as the seeds are planted. However, amid the increasing demands of his growing business and the rapid weight gain of his animals, he struggles to find a solution for his own weight.

Frustrated, James strikes a deal with Danny. In exchange for not revealing James' secret of not eating, to his mother, he pays Danny a bit more. Danny agrees to eats both his and James’ food his mother baked. Weeks and months pass, and James remains unable to lose the weight. Without the motivation of his previous lifestyle, he is less concerned about his appearance.

Meanwhile, Danny's newfound popularity because of his new size leads him to overeat even more from his mothers goods.

After a year, Danny has gained an astonishing 220 pounds of pure fat, reveling in his newfound sense of power and masculinity. In town, he becomes popular among girls who appreciate his larger frame. However, the consequences of his actions, as well as his increasing weight, continue to unfold.

[iid-smile]

hi... i need an opinion. which one is better?

girl dad!toji with a sweetheart daughter that also has a huge sweet tooth, so he has to get into baking for the sake of fixing her cravings.

boy dad!gojo that is always at war with his son and competing for your love, no matter how much you assure them that you love them equally.

gonna leave whichever one wins for a bit so writers block doesnt slap me in the face 🤓

[scotianostra]

William Arnott founder of the Arnott’s Biscuits company was born on December 6th 1827 in Pathhead.

One for our Antipodean branch of the Scottish diaspora, or at least the Australian branch.

As happens quite often there are differing details with William Arnott, namely his place of birth, one version gives it as Pathhead, Midlothian, which I know fairly well, another tells me it was Pathhead near Kirkcaldy in Fife, which had me googling away like mad as, not being a Fifer I had was not aware of the latter, all I could find was Pathhead Sands though, but I am not discounting him being born there.

There’s nothing about his formative years, his parents David and Isabella migrated with his younger siblings in the 1840s, possibly as part of an assisted migration scheme. we pick up the story of William Arnott in October 1847 he and his brother David set out for Sydney, Australia on board the assisted-immigrants' ship Sir Edward Parry; they reached Sydney some 135 days later, on 17th February 1848.

Having apprenticed as baker quickly got a job with his brother at a Maitland bakery. William left in 1851, to work the goldfields.

In 1853 he returned to Maitland to start his own bakery after failing as a gold miner. He was successful as a baker until affected by a succession of floods in 1856, 1857 and 1861. Having gotten into debt from the flood damage, he moved to Newcastle in 1865. In the next few years, he became known for his biscuits. By the time he retired 1899, he employed over 800 people in his Newcastle and Sydney factories. His company soon became a well-known, home-grown Australian brand.

The reputation of his biscuits reached further afield and from 1882 he began sending boatloads to Sydney. Arnott paid off all the debts incurred in the 1860s and in 1883, his creditors held a luncheon in his honour — and integrity �� presenting him with a gold medal.

In 1888 Arnott created a biscuit using arrowroot flour, something he had learned was a staple for sailors. The Milk Arrowroot biscuit became a favourite with the public and was marketed as a way of introducing babies to solid foods.

After a trip to Scotland in 1870, Arnott was gifted a Macaw by the ship’s captain. The bird developed a taste for Arnott’s biscuits, and became a cherished pe the pet still features as the company logot. Arnott made a visit to Scotland in 1893 and when he returned in 1894 he bought a factory at Forest Lodge in Sydney, and made his sons partners in the business.

As the demand for his products grew, Arnott planned to move the company headquarters to Homebush. When he retired in 1899 Arnotts employed over 800 people in his Newcastle and Sydney factories.William Arnott died aged 73 in 1901 before the plans could be realised. However, his 7 sons took over where their father left off.

In 1906 work began on what would become the largest biscuit factory in the southern hemisphere at Homebush, which, at the time, lived up to its name being surrounded by bush. Detractors thought it was too far out of Sydney to be practical, but in 1908 Arnott’s dream factory opened and the town of Homebush grew up around it.

Arnotts are most famous for their biscuit, the Tim Tam the story behind it is in 1958, Ian Norris, head of Food Technology at Arnott’s went on a worldwide fact finding trip, looking for new product ideas for the company.

While in the UK he came across the ‘Penguin’, a brand I am sure all us at home know. Norris said in an interview that

‘I thought it was not a bad idea for a biscuit: so, we’ll make a better one. There is nothing wrong with coming up with a similar product.’

Norris brought the idea of the Penguin back to Australia, and set to work, experimenting with different biscuit textures, and cream flavours. But getting the mix right proved elusive. The new Australian version would be five years in development. Named after an American racehorse that one of the Arnott brothers sw winning the Kentucky Derby, they launched the Tim Tam and it was an immediate hit. It soon established itself as Arnott’s best-selling product, and has remained so through the subsequent decades.

The company now sells about 30 million packets of Tim Tams a year.

In 1997 the company became a subsidiary of the Campbell Soup Company, but Arnott’s still manufactures its biscuits in Australia.

[redfurrycat]

🤠🥐☕🐓Bakery & Coffee Shop AU Fic Recs🐓☕🥐🤠

(Includes B, CS and the lovely combo of the two)

(May also include AUs close to B and CS but not quite)

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: Bahjrc, Curapick, Dalearden, Dandeliondick, Emseebeans, Fuddlewuddle, Greenstuff, Haridwar, Infinitejaust, Nimuetheseawitch, SunMonTue, Winterbucky, Xo_em.

Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor AU > Mechanic AU > Chef, Bartender & Waiter

Can I take you to go? by Fuddlewuddle {E}

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Jake Seresin only went into the coffee shop to get a drink. He didn't expect to meet the love of his life.

The Way to a Man's Heart by dalearden {T}

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Jake Seresin is a pilot, currently on medical leave from Naval duty as he recovers from injuries sustatined in an ejection during a training exercise. He's grumpy and bored when he takes a chance on a random coffee shop on a rainy afternoon and meets one Bradley Bradshaw, manager and possibly world's best barista. Bradley wastes no time taking such a pretty broken bird under his wing, winning Jake over through pastries and charm and also by being insanely hot. Then therer's an attempted robbery on the premises, and everything accelerates.

The Color of Malibu Blue by curapick {G}

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Or, simply put, I've liked you long enough to remember all your likings and hope to make them right for you only to bring a smile to your face. But no, I won’t tell you all these… at least not just yet, Bradley mutters to himself. or - in which Barista Bradley's secretly in love with his blond customer with blue-green eyes without him knowing... until one day.

A Brand New Start of It by xo_em {E}

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“When you asked me out for coffee I didn’t think you’d be the one making it.”

lover be good to me by haridwar {M}

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Jake picks a random coffee shop to go be pensive in when he receives a birthday card he doesn't want and things turn out better than he ever could have imagined

Extra Hot by greenstuff {E}

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Of course it’s Extra-Hot-Means-180 Degrees guy, in his absurdly tight black Las Vegas Fire and Rescue t-shirt with his abysmal personal mug that never fails to rub off a smudge of permanent marker onto Jake’s palm once it’s hot. And it’s always Jake’s palm because of course Las Vegas’ hottest man insists that only Jake makes his triple grande blonde latte (extra hot) correctly. Features flirting via coffee cup, hand holding, rock climbing, and a daring rescue.

a spoonful of sugar (helps the medicine go down) by bahjrc {G}

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Bradley Bradshaw is a tired college student coming home for summer break. All he wants to do is come home, catch up on sleep, help his family's business and maybe figure out what the hell he's going to do with his life. He's not expecting a mysterious man and his weird cat that just moved into the apartment down the street to become a thing in his life. And he's definitely not expecting that golden cat to be such a pain on his ass.

31 Flavors and Counting by infinitejaust {G}

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Jake has a terrible sweet tooth. He doesn’t indulge it much - you don’t get to have great abs and dessert every day. But there's something about that little concessions stand down the beach... For the prompt: Meet-cute at the beach! Bradley works at an ice cream shop and meets lifeguard Jake.

Baker Bradley by nimuetheseawitch {T}{G}

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Bradley owns a bakery. Jake can't sleep. They meet in the hours before dawn when only bakers and insomniacs are awake.

The Roost by SunMonTue {T}

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The Dagger Squadron have put Jake in charge of organizing a cake for Mav's 60th birthday and retirement celebration. Little does he know he's about to ask Mav's son to make it.

Jake's Cakes by SunMonTue {T}

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Iceman has tasked Bradley with organising Maverick's 60th birthday cake. This goes as planned until Mav decides to be a gremlin.

coffee court dates by winterbucky {T}

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An assignment in a coffee shop isn't what Special Agent Bradshaw dreamed about, but it's not half-bad. The only downside (aside from the mafia meetings that take place there) is a particular blonde mafia member who can't seem to take a hint that Bradley is not interested Though, it turns out, that maybe it's not all as it seems and it's Bradley who can't take a hint or coffee shop au with special agents and mafia (but not really) and stupid bradley who should really learn to read assignment files

The Need for Caffeine by dandeliondick {E}

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The man was tall, taller than Jake’s 6’, with chestnut curls and dark eyes. Even the porn-stache he had was attractive much to Jake’s dismay. He wore a tight black shirt which was straining against his shoulders and pulled taut around his frankly obscene biceps. Jake had the insane thought that he wanted to climb the guy like a tree and lick those disheveled curls. Jake startled realizing he was staring, “I heard you in the back, figured I would wait. Didn’t mind prolonging my payout.” Those dark eyes sparkled with mischief, reminding him of Maverick, “You must be Hangman.” - When Jake loses a bet against Maverick, his payout is coffee with a side of paternal scheming. Bradley never joined the Navy, instead opening a coffee shop and Jake is...well still Jake...but when the blonde gets himself into trouble he is grounded. But what happens when his punishment is up? Flying away is so much harder when the ground is where you want to be.

found you at the goose nest by emseebeans {T}

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The morning of his first day of classes, Jake runs out of coffee. It feels like an omen for the rest of the semester, until it leads him to a coffee shop where he meets Bradley Bradshaw, a hot, albeit infuriating, barista. He keeps Jake coming back, even though he never makes what Jake orders. (or, five times Bradley makes Jake the wrong drink, and the one time he makes Jake exactly what he wants.)

[toomagazineperfection]

Three Rasmalai theory

The rights and wrongs don't mean addictions to wrong ones will mean lie. What is apparent of lie? Lie. What is the God of your lie? If justice meant the happenings of God and the wreck of humor that is law? If the justice meant lies that suddenly shape us in humor. We silence wrong. We mean theory. There were three Rasmalais. There were men. If wrong means justice, then happening meant loving rivers in the shapes of us. She wrought. Crying rivers don't bring justice. Files do. What is wrong is wrong. We happen. A girl happens. What is the right of man? If law books mean fate. Theories don't mean wrong. He killed a man. What is the right that needs explaining? If a work of man gets stolen, he is nice. Then? A feminist theory spring into motion. What if the wrong of man wrought life. Right. A need in time. What is the mother asking the court to do justice before her is a son? If a mother wrote happenings of dead and nicest things happen to her? Why? Is law necessary? Why do we falter? If marriage meant the start of birth? If I swerved a death in time. If the necessary law spring into motion, she. If we love and steal sweets, why? There were three Rasmalais and she ate one, so? Are words confusing, is theory in fact? How can you wrong before eyes. The law does justice to needy. Her mother wrote a wrong judgement and he ate one Rasmalai, how many left, two. If forgiveness meant the opposite of theory, she embodied this very paragraph I wrote of theory. What is a proposition? What is steal? What is yours? What is law? What is back-gaslighting, you do, know the meaning of lie, if it's you, what's wrong, you know? We silence men in war but not him. What is an unfit judge. We honor after fate and look after glory? Of whose, God, her, justice? Is she? If yes? Lie, broken love of her mother brought her on streets and she died. How is her mother wrong? You buy an average Saree and the quality is. Cheap in terms of rate and they made it like stone. If the wells of men knew abuse in chartering books she wrote with eyes, is she the honor of beautiful, so we honor her? Her beauty is an ace? How to turn beauty into your advantage? Is she a girl thought that she could win? Is lukewarm wrong, if yes, then how? If we started war and liked strangers, if it mans a war, how is it gaslighting? How is it war? How can you sing, you know, sing? How can you lie? In three Rasmalais, how many did you eat? If people should get credit, why are you praising God? If average meant the breadcrumbs you leave to find a story end satisfactory? If we find honesty to be win? She understood. How is it that you twist every favour of yours into cheating? And now, you want more. How? If wrong is wrong. You know it. Punishment. If it meant solving a case of honor, do we punish him? If corection is a stance, then who are we as people? If romance is the whirl of rape, is it a story? Is it true to the end? If repetition meant the right of lire, then who are we, are we murderers or vile? Are we right in finding three Rasmalais to be true? Truth is even your body knows like the life knows death in her eyes. Her.

For instances that happened, if you know a whirl. You know. There is a girl. Of respecting her is right. Of dying her colour in your sprint was your war. Take her to find heaving mothers at sight and she knew the daint of moon and gasps, but you? Are we different of pain and pyre? Of lie, she got a degree in maths, and then, she took hopes of becoming a doctor, did she? She knew. She knew the art of artery and knew lenses like moons. She works at a bakery. It dies to know. The dance of love. The art shops of night that wrote in conquest of honor, her. The methods of her. In painting theory of her. She wrote and existed in the moon there. If wrongs meant a person. Then? If a selfless portrayal is an actress lie. Is the hem of you, her? We are knit and dozed in the life of heaven. If the wrong meant time? If the hell bent money over her to garner death in time. In the happening, life is the hectic dance of her. Busy lives. Beginning loves. Telegu movies begun hearts in her. Eye forms, she births. We are so different of lies. I started to form wars of death. No amount of corresponding death knows her heart. My friend of gust wrote clat and passed. But do we know law? Do we know right? Of hers. Practice of a doctor. Practice of a lawyer, into life. Is a thing of death in time, of time? If lies happened, do they matter? No. Do they better to dead when time stopped of air and asked death, death took? Is asked none? Her. Is it time that asked, what of what? Whose to what? Is the war of time, a hoove? A dearth in time? He imagined artery of hearts and death sins in her. What of courage in you, took steps to become her, her night in war, so you understand her. If we are different in a matter which cannot be formed, stated, her? Is greatness a lie? She knows her docter-y. He knows his sweets. He knows his courage and he knows money will solve. So does, he buys a car. If they made bad sweets, you ate, whose, is it? Who were you before her? Did you rape or die to your sins? Or etch. Did I do something worthwhile, of a cause greater than a cover story? Of you, is a story war? The war ended. Her. We are equal not. Not only are we equal, but our time. If we took more time in the lie, is the ghost of lie in us. So what if we are different? Yes, prowess. Yes, lie. Yes, life. What can amount death and what can amount to lies of whole, what is the satre addiction that is? Is there a repercussion for bad education, and bad lies from mouth that spread a teacher's death, he was bad and died, hence, what? What he did was wrong, hence punishment, but what of theory? What is the average ratio to lie of honesty and what is her? What in theory is a fact? Rasmalais at weddings were them? Three Rasmalais. Like Three Idiots movie. What of lie, they mean every love song to you. What if love dances and dies? A construct of a great person, what if we never amount to them? If the lie from her mother is the nicest death in swollen soil.

So there was an owner and a tenant, he wrote an agreement and took. He was the knowing fact that intellect varied from person to person. If I divided land based on the capacity of man, they would win. They know. On the other hand, the average man wouldn't? If you pose a question to the man, they would understand ambiguity in understanding, hence won't. Posing questions like the wind and posing wind like God, tell us lies. What is know, truth, perhaps, wind. I ate three Rasmalais and I ate. I wrought. There was a dance competition and this girl knew dance. She danced. Ate stunned like fire.

There was God. There were Ill. Her mother went missing, I was the night shade that took moons to foray nights and found her, in my darling heart. If I loved him. Ache. They refused to check down cameras and gave away footage. She knew. Why do we refuse to help? Why do we seek, what's more important than a child? If you can feel bad and not give, then what, give in what, what right? She could have found her mother. What's right? No right or fight you wear on a moon. If you take a lover from him, he would die. That's father. If you are not, then. What is help, do you know? She would go strangling on the streets and find her mother. That's wringing. If right and wrong sounds like what poets do, and they write your fates for you, then what are you? Please, God. Help. As in what do you love to stay in, a house or a bungalow? If you think, we weep into the laughter of sons dying, then you are wrong. We write.

I imagined a muse of sparing teeth and grit. What is hate, would you support a murderer? Would you love anyone? Would you tolerate abuse? No. If love is romanticized as abuse, then what is love? Poison. This death of me understating murders in poems as poetic freedom is to stench blood as war. The smell of beats, the nice of moon. The war of tooth. The life of lie. It is intimidating to know people can murder words as their own. If acting out words in front of people, would you? No. Blessed with rage of moon and war is to know murdering people is right? Sarcasm, girl. What do you know about of love, clean off love as teeth in grit and loving people. It is. If greatness meant loving moons and life, you know? Her. You also say light. In the freedom of man, he dies. He sleeps humor. Night. Bless her of night. Forest. Fever. Night. World. Words do justice to her, not better than. To think about yourself is the dire act of love. Of others. Love.

Imagine theory as facts. That is her. Taking every lie to be. Everyone and equating them to the highest merits of all, right. Who gave you?I write as her. Who enlightened you? Of all stupidity, I. Hers is a winning category. I gave it you of some sorts of heart disturbing me to sleep. I wake. The things of lies and wanting glory like men if war, I seek. Coldest poetry. Taking in the shoes of a murderer, I kill too as him. In him, I ask poetry to be. Life to be. Wisdom too when kept aside my wish will wash. I was lessened poetry. I was so wasn't her in me. I was. My mirror broke I. He didn't reflect me. No. He did. All my truth is you. Selfless act's of hers night. I don't know love and I don't know anything in regard of human tendencies to seek. It is her. The selfless humane act of hers, will know lives. Her. The life of work.

Does right always win? Yes. Why not? Why victory over win? Dream the highest of wars, lovers and planets and moons. Plebians.

What is right? Is every stance of courage a living one? If we had Gods and sufficed paintings of man in fair death, would he win? We were all winners whose Constitution hit a bore heading of why? If it's a necessary lie as to share madness of kind? Do we seek doing faces and love as showers of God? Would you fetch water? Why? Because. The men in children died as died Gods. What if war never happens in Constitution. In a place of heart, if we genuinely like a being for honesty. We do. But are we.

The problem if pretty

If we don't see each other as a vying capacity to satiate men and don't see each other to forget? What is the highest of courage? In other honor, what is help? Give. You saved men and you preyed prayer. You found. You. Left is all of you. What is pray? An eye. Tooth for lives and God for lies. You are. You know. You help to look good. You star in a movie of your own and act. You have three mistakes. Acts. Predecessors. And rights. You ask in order to give. You can't take away but give? You give, in order to look good. You take, in order to look nice. You live, in order to, what is, you take, give, you love? You. Null it's effects and void. Position a courage and you tone it down to kindness. What is kindness? What is. Helping people and serving. Serving a mistake. A furror and a passion tremor. His head hit a gaze. He was a life. He was a God. In God, he is teeth. In God, he is man. I understand, help. In order to conquer blood spit of deities. And answer as God. You.

Her.

Sunidhi