#salt and vinegar chips are PEAK chip

[platonicallylovesick]

YIPPPEEEE I LOVE OPINIONS but this time its actually going in the tags, length be damned

Alright. We’re settling this discourse once and for all.

In the tags, tell me your opinion on:

Mayonnaise

Frozen Yogurt 

Salt and Vinegar Chips

Sweet Potatoes

Kiwi

Ginger Ale

Microwave Ramen

[em1i2a3]

I’m On Fire

Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry/The Void x Thunderbolts!Fem!Reader!

Summary: The heating unit in the compound breaks during the peak of winter, leaving everyone in the tower freezing cold and grumpy, except for Bob–who’s a walking furnace. So you decide to get a taste of the warmth.

Warnings: No explicit warnings, just fluff! Bob and you are friends…With feelings…Friends with feelings I say.

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this request anon, but I kept laughing when writing this because all I was picturing was this Tik Tok. Anyways, I absolutely loved writing this one! Very fun fluff for a Saturday, and thank you @receedingdawn for the cute ass banner.

Word Count: 4,034

The cold came in like a wave. It didn’t crash through the windows or blow in through the doors. It seeped through the cracks, and invaded.

It started sometime before dawn–quiet and unnoticed–at the base of the Tower, where a blinking red light pulsed steadily on the diagnostics board in the lower mechanical level. It was just a minor system alert. One line of code trying to tell someone to check the heating core. A low-priority flag. The kind of warning that gets buried under a dozen other maintenance requests, and a digital blanket.

Nobody noticed it, or bothered to check, so the cold just continued to climb. It crept floor by floor, rising like tidewater. Slow. Patient, and semi-forgiving it the alert got caught–which didn’t happen.

By midday, the lower levels had cooled to a mild chill–noticeable, but nothing out of the ordinary for winter in New York City. It was the kind that made you rub your hands together and blow against your palms to give you a little relief from the cold, before moving on with your day. But by the time the sun dipped below the skyline, the eightieth floor–the Thunderbolts living quarters–was freezing.

High above the city, the wind screamed against the glass walls like it was a living thing. The steel bones of the Tower groaned softly in response to each gust, and you could’ve sworn you could feel the floors shaking at some point. The vents blew nothing but a mechanical sighº–like it had risen a white flag in surrender to the harsh winter–and the lights that lined the ceilings flickered every so often as if they were shivering with you. The floor tiles had the bitter feel of ice cold concerte, mugs of hot coffee and tea went lukewarm within minutes of being poured, and your breath had turned visible even within the confines of the living quarters–puffing out in little clouds that hovered and curled like ghosts before fading into the stillness.

The air had a sharpness that bit at fingertips, slid down collarbones, and made people quiet, and frustrated all at the same time.

”I’m telling you,” Yelena muttered, pacing in thick socks, and two layers of sweatpants, “We are one bad power surge away from an ice age in this damn place.” She fixed her gloves on her hands, as she huddled into the collar of her sweater.

”Pretty sure my blood is trying to congeal in itself…I think I’m on the brink of death.” Walker added, hunched over on the common room couch with a blanket draped over his shoulders like a funeral shroud.

Across the room, Ava was bundled in a military-grade parka she must’ve pulled from storage. Only the sharp glint of her eyes were visible above the thick wool scarf that she had wrapped around her head. She hadn’t said a word in fifteen minutes, she just stared into her mug, watching as little frost specks floated on top of her coffee.

Nobody was handling the cold well.

Except Bob.

He looked like he had wandered in from a completely different climate–like he had gone on a beach vacation in the tropics and brought the heat with him.

Perched at the far end of the sectional, he sat cross-legged with a worn paperback in his lap, a bowl of salt and vinegar chips balanced on the armrest beside him, and a cold Coke Zero sweating quietly on the coffee table in front of him from the warmth of his hand touching it every so often.

He didn’t have a blanket or socks, just a pair of soft grey sweatpants and an old, slightly threadbare long sleeve shirt that clung gently to the shape of his chest and shoulders–damp in spots where the heat radiating off him had started to collect.

In comparison to the rest of the team–who looked like they were preparing to trek across the Arctic–Bob looked like he was five minutes away from cracking open a window. It also wasn’t just the fact he looked comfortable–it was that he was radiating heat.

It was rising from his skin in slow steady waves if you paid close attention to him. The faint shimmer was lifting off his forearms, and a soft flush clung to the tops of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, like he had just come in from a run rather than being sat unmoving in the meat locker common room for the last forty minutes. There was even a sheen of sweat glistening at his temples, catching the light every time he turned a page and tilted his head.

Yelena froze mid-pace and squinted at him.

”Bob…” Her voice was flat, bordering on accusatory, “Are you–are you sweating right now?!” Bob blinked up from his book, pushing his light brown hair out of his face.

”Uhm…” He lifted a hand to wipe at his forehead, as if he was surprised to find it damp, “Y-Yeah? A little. I–I mean, I told you guys I run warm…A-And I’ve got the Sentry in me, so–uh–of course I’m kind of…Y’know…Hot.” There was a beat of silence, then Yelena turned to the others.

”And he has the audacity to joke about it.” Walker let out a dramatic groan from beneath his blanket.

”He‘s not joking, he is hot. Like tropical-level hot. Bob…You’re a walking space heater.” Bob went pink immediately. Not just his face–his ears, too. He ducked his head with a bashful shrug and tried to laugh it off, but it came out awkward, then he reached out for his Coke Zero and took a long sip.

From the kitchenette, where a bottle of whiskey was being passed like emergency rations, Alexei glanced up from his glass.

”We should wrap Bob in blanket burrito, then take turns crawling in like it’s sauna.” He stated, and Bucky, who had been silent until now, raised his glass slightly, unbothered by the cold.

”I’d pay to watch that happen.” Bob choked on his drink. Not a little, polite cough–a real sputter. He turned his head and pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, trying to keep it quiet, but he could feel the heat continuing to rise beneath his skin. Alexei, of course, was completely unbothered.

”Just saying,” He shrugged, pouring himself another half-glass, “You get three people in there with you, rotate every thirty minutes…Efficient heat source I say.” Walker snorted.

”We could even install a zipper on the blanket, then call it the Bob Bag.”

“Worst part is I would definitely be the first person to try it…It’s freezing.” Bob hunched slightly where he sat, trying to disappear into the cushions. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of someone cuddling up next to him–it was the idea of the entire team looking at him like he was the last functioning radiator in New York City that was making his skin prickle.

”G-Guys, “ He stammered, lifting his palms in surrender, “I’ll probably end up combusting if you all t-try to–if anyone–I–I mean…” He fumbled for a save.

”H-How about we just–uh–call m-maintenance again, yeah? I’m sure they’ll help…R-Right?” No one responded. Instead, they all turned toward him slowly. Creeping forward. Ava didn’t even stand–just started sliding across the armchair like a sleep-deprived slug with one goal: heat. Yelena grinned.

”You’ve been outvoted, human furnace.” Walker stood.

”Don’t resist Bob…Embrace your destiny.” Bob’s shoulders hit the back cushion as the group began to close in.

“G-Guys, I’m being serious–”

His voice cracked at the end–not from fear, but from that thing under his skin, the one that didn’t like being crowded. Not when he didn’t want it. Not when he wasn’t ready. Then his eyes glowed. Just a soft, flickering glint beneath his lashes. It was enough to make everyone freeze. Walker stepped back instinctively. Ava’s mug lowered a fraction. Even Yelena lifted her brows and let out a soft scoff as she retreated a step.

“Ugh…The sunshine god always has to ruin the fun and scare us off,” She commented, letting out a long sigh, “I guess I’ll call maintenance again and see what the hell they’re doing. Probably still trying to figure out how to reset a server without breaking a nail.” She grabbed her phone from the coffee table and turned her back on the couch. Bob exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“S-Sorry guys…Didn’t mean to uh–to flare.” He hated that part. That undercurrent of otherness. The way people joked until something flickered in his eyes, and then everything stopped being funny. How he went from Bob to the Sentry in a heartbeat without meaning to. Even here, in this mismatched pile of sarcasm and trauma and second chances–they still backed off when the light showed.

Bob was still hunched over, fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose, trying to will the faint glow in his eyes away when the sound of teeth chattering echoed down the hallway.

Everyone turned toward it.

The sound grew louder–soft footsteps over the cold floor, the rustle of layered blankets, the stifled clatter of a mug being carried between violently trembling hands. And then you appeared in the doorway, wrapped in two fleece throws like a cocoon, shoulders hunched, cheeks flushed with windburn, and face pulled into a miserable grimace.

You looked like you were on the verge of dying. Or committing murder. Possibly both.

“The hell…” You croaked through your chattering teeth, breath curling in front of your lips, “How did this happen without anyone catching it on time?”

Your voice wavered on the last word–not just from frustration, but from the way your whole body was trembling. You were shaking, jaw clenched, knees knocking together slightly under the blankets as you shuffled forward like someone trying to survive a blizzard in a hoodie.

Bob’s heart slammed in his chest. Not from panic, or from Sentry wanting to see you, but just from pure instinct. He felt it burn inside him–this pull toward you, this immediate, deep, animalistic need to wrap you up and make you warm. Not just because you were cold. But because you were you–someone that had connected and tethered to him on more than just a baseline friendship level. Though it was hard for Bob to really contain himself, and the desire to take care of you in general because he knew you probably didn’t see him in the manner he saw you in.

“They probably missed it. That’s the only reason this could’ve happened. Nobody flagged it in time.” Ava responded first, her voice muffled behind her scarf. You exhaled hard through your nose, steam huffing from your lips. Your eyes flicked to the sectional–to the wide, open space beside Bob. You took one step toward it, then paused.

Your eyes landed on him.

You blinked slowly, your gaze dragging from his flushed face to the damp edge of his collar to the Coke can on the table still sweating with heat.

Then it clicked.

“Oh, right,” You rasped, eyebrows lifting. “I forgot about you running hot, you’re gonna be my life saver!”

Before Bob could respond–before he could stammer out anything–you moved.

You dropped onto the couch beside him with the exhausted weight of someone who had given up on survival. You let your blankets slide open just enough to let the heat in, curled your toes beneath you, and leaned into his side with a soft, contented groan.

Bob stopped breathing.

He felt you. Every inch of you. Your icy fingers brushing his thigh. The chilled edge of your arm nudging his ribs. Your cheek settling lightly into the curve of his shoulder. And then–God help him–the tiny, blissful sound that slipped from your lips when the warmth of his body hit you full-force.

It was quiet. Barely audible. Just a hum of deep, unconscious relief.

“Mmm…”

But to Bob, it was devastating.

His entire body tensed like he was preparing for impact. His breath caught in his throat. His hands twitched on his thighs, and the heat under his skin flared so suddenly he had to will it back down before his shirt started to steam.

You didn’t even notice.

You were too cold. Too relieved. Too focused on not crying from the sheer comfort of finally, finally finding warmth after what felt like an hour and a half of your limbs feeling like they were going to shatter.

“Oh my god,” You whispered, pressing your face against the side of his arm like you were trying to melt into him. “You’re boiling. This is perfect.” You breathed in deeply, smelling the cool mint scent of his body wash, letting it invade your lungs, as you nuzzled even closer to him.

Bob swallowed hard. “I-I…Uh…”

You sighed again. And this one was worse. Better. More dangerous. It wasn’t just relief–it was pleasure. The kind that only came from thawing out after a deep freeze. A sound that vibrated low in your chest and hummed right against his ribs.

He couldn’t look at you.

If he did, he’d die. Spontaneously combust on the spot. Sentry and all.

You tugged the top blanket around the both of you, like it was natural–like sharing heat was second nature. Like you weren’t undoing him with every breath that ghosted across his neck.

A long silence settled over the room.

Not awkward. Not exactly. But heavy with something unspoken.

You didn’t notice the way everyone else had gone quiet. You didn’t see the way Yelena lowered her phone without pressing call, or how Walker and Ava slowly exchanged looks, eyebrows raised. You didn’t catch Bucky’s subtle nod from the kitchen, or Alexei’s low whistle as he leaned back in his chair like he was watching the beginning of a very good movie.

Because you were too busy melting.

Literally and figuratively.

Your arm moved slowly. Almost imperceptibly. It slipped from beneath your blanket, slid across Bob’s damp shirt, and curled around his torso–fingers splaying wide across his side. Not in a flirtatious way. Not in a way that begged attention. Just an unconscious, instinctual kind of closeness.

A gesture that said: you’re warm, and I need all of it.

Bob’s heart skipped.

He didn’t move. Couldn’t. His spine had gone rigid, and his breath had stalled somewhere between his throat and lungs. You were touching him. Really touching him. Not in passing, not in jest, not in the familiar bump of shoulders during a mission or a sarcastic pat on the back.

But this. A full-body lean. An arm around his waist. Your chilled hand flattening over his ribs, tugging him–gently–closer to you.

And he let you.

Because he would’ve let you do anything.

Your fingers brushed a damp spot on his shirt. He was sweating. Badly. But you didn’t flinch. Didn’t comment. You just let out another of those sighs–low, content, sinful in its softness–and nestled closer until your forehead touched the curve of his neck.

“God…” You mumbled into his skin, breath curling warm under his jaw, “You’re saving my life right now.” Bob let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a whimper.

His hands were still on his thighs, white-knuckled, as if he were holding himself down. As if one move would tip this entire fragile balance into something he couldn’t pull back from. Because it wasn’t just warmth he was giving you–it was everything.

Every part of him was screaming for more.

More of your voice. More of your weight leaning into him. More of your fingers splayed against his side and the way your leg was now casually draped over his calf under the blanket.

And yet–somehow–you still didn’t seem to notice what you were doing to him.

From across the room, Yelena’s voice broke the silence.

Soft. Distant. A whisper clearly not meant to be heard.

“Oh no…She’s gonna kill him.”

Walker coughed into his sleeve. “He’s not gonna survive the next ten minutes.”

“I give him five.”

“Three, if she sighs again.”

Ava hummed in agreement. “He’s gonna short-circuit.”

Bob could hear them. He could hear everything–every shifting blanket, every laugh being swallowed behind a cup, every knowing glance being passed around like popcorn.

But all he could feel was you.

The weight of your body against his.

The cold that finally eased from your limbs.

The way your breathing slowed, softened.

And the way you whispered–barely audible, but so close he could feel the words against his skin:

“…Think I could stay here all night.” The words left your lips like a sigh—half asleep, half joking—but Bob felt them hit.

They lodged somewhere between his ribs, soft and brutal, and echoed in his chest long after the sound had faded into the blanket-wrapped stillness.

He didn’t respond right away.

Couldn’t.

His mouth opened slightly, but no words came. His throat was dry. His breath was shaky. The heat he’d been radiating all evening was nothing compared to what flared through him now–less like warmth and more like a furnace igniting from the inside out.

You shifted again. Just a little. Your fingers flexed slightly against his ribs. You were settling in deeper.

Bob’s voice, when it finally broke free, was small and trembling.

“Y-You can. I-I mean–if you…If you want. I-I wouldn’t–I wouldn’t mind.”

You didn’t say anything at first.

But after a beat, you tilted your head and looked up at him.

And that was it.

The end of him.

Because you weren’t even trying to do anything. You just looked up–sleepy and flushed, lips parted, eyes soft–and you saw him.

The way his jaw was clenched. The way his shoulders were locked up. The way his fingers curled into his thighs like they were holding on for dear life. The way his shirt was soaked from heat and nervous sweat and yet he hadn’t dared move.

And then your eyes met his.

And you saw it.

The wreckage.

His face was flushed–burned red at the ears, his lips slightly parted like he was afraid to exhale too hard. His eyes were wide, glassy, stunned. Not from embarrassment. Not from discomfort.

From everything.

From being touched, and wanted, and needed.

From your breath on his skin, your arm around his waist, your words curling like ribbons into his ear and tying knots he didn’t know how to undo.

You blinked once, slowly.

“…Bob?”

His breath hitched.

“I-I’m f-fine,” He stammered, the lie so thin you could hear the tremble beneath it. “J-just…Y-You’re really close, and I-I’m trying not to–uh–I mean, I d-don’t wanna–”

He stopped himself.

But the damage was done.

You stared up at him for another long moment, blinking against the golden flush of his cheeks and the sweat dotting his brow, and the way he couldn’t quite meet your eyes now.

And something shifted in your chest.

You loosened your grip around his waist–but not to move away. Just enough to smooth your hand against the curve of his side. Gentle. Careful. Tender in a way that quieted everything else.

“…Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Bob shook his head before you’d even finished the question.

“N-No. G-God, no,” He said quickly, too quickly. “Y-You’re not. I-I like it. I–”

He swallowed hard.

His eyes finally flicked toward you, just briefly.

“I-I just…Don’t k-know how I’m doing this w-without Sentry going o-off the rails…” Your lips curved into a quiet smile against his skin.

“Maybe he’s used to me pestering you by now,” You murmured, voice low and teasing, “Maybe he knows not to get in the way of things.”

Bob blinked.

His chest lifted with a deep breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, and the glow in his eyes flickered briefly behind his lashes.

“Y-Yeah,” he said softly, with a quiet sort of wonder. “M-Maybe.”

He didn’t add that Sentry was right there. Listening. Not pushing forward, not flaring to the surface like he so often did when Bob felt overwhelmed.

He was just…Calm.

Not silent, exactly. But watching through Bob’s eyes with something that felt like reverence. A kind of awestruck stillness that made Bob feel like his ribs were filled with golden thread instead of bone.

You were still watching him. Still close enough that every breath he took shifted you slightly. And even in the dim light of the living room, he could see the soft twitch of your lips and the calm around your eyes–like your nervous system had finally unclenched for the first time all day.

“Sorry I’m so clingy,” You added after a moment, eyes fluttering shut, “I know this probably feels like being tackled by a human-shaped block of ice.”

Bob’s voice cracked again.

“Y-You could tackle me any time.”

Your eyes opened slowly.

“What?”

His ears turned bright pink. “N-Nothing. N-Never mind.”

You snorted–this breathy, fond little sound–and let your hand trail lightly across the shape of his ribs, fingers drawing lazy circles through the soft fabric of his shirt.

“I think I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that,” You said, lips curving into a slow smile. “For your dignity’s sake.”

Bob swallowed hard. You shifted a little closer until your forehead was tucked under his jaw and your fingers were curled in the hem of his shirt like you didn’t want to let go.

He could feel your eyelashes brushing against his skin.

Your voice dropped to a whisper.

“Give me a few more minutes with you…And then I’ll untangle and let you recover.”

That almost made him laugh.

But it caught in his throat because something about the way you said it–something about the gentleness behind the tease–made it feel bigger than just cuddling on a cold night.

It felt like you knew.

Maybe not everything.

Maybe not how often he thought about you. Or how many times he caught himself daydreaming about a moment like this–exactly like this. The weight of you against him. Your breath slowing. Your body folding into his like it belonged there.

Maybe you didn’t know how much he ached when you brushed against him on missions or leaned on him when you were too tired to stand. Or how long he’d been pretending it was nothing when every second of contact burned through him like a star being born.

Maybe you didn’t know that every part of him had been waiting for you.

But maybe you felt it. Just a little.

Because you didn’t pull away. You didn’t tease too much. You just settled in, calm and warm and real, and gave him the one thing no one had offered in a while.

Time and gentle touch.

A few more minutes. A few more inches of closeness. A few more breaths shared between them. Bob turned his face slightly toward your hair, just enough to breathe you in. Your scent was cold, but there was a depth of warmth beneath it, something fruity–like jammy blueberries and blackberries, maybe a field that had ripening strawberries. It was like you were bathing yourself in something that was tropical to emote the sense that you were someplace warm instead of a cold compound.

Finally Bob lifted his hand, and let it rest over your back. It was tentative at first, then more solid, like a soft protective weight. His thumb stroked gently across your spine, and he whispered:

”Take as long as you want.” You didn’t respond, you just let out a slow, steady breath that warmed his neck and a soft hum of contentment as you curled into his chest and closed your eyes again.

[hometownrockstar]

Hello Mr. David Lynch, if you don't mind I would like a moment of your time to propose an exciting new capital opportunity for you. Please put yourself in the shoes of a potential customer for this exercise: you have been working hard all day but can't seem to get through the mysteries of your work that elude you, and everything seems like a puzzle you simply cannot grasp the nature of quite yet. You're at the grocery store, but every product is benign and hiding secrets behind it's colorful and simple exterior. You need a snack that will sate your hunger for answers while providing that relaxing, intoxicating flavor of a good cup of coffee. Then, from the corner of your eye, you spot it.

Twin Peaks brand chips, with the inviting visage of none other than Special Agent Dale Cooper, in the flavor of that illuminating Twin Peaks coffee that helped Coop solve all the mysteries of the town. But if coffee is not to your liking, we have several other flavors in production, such as: Laura Palmer's Sea Salt and Vinegar, Leland Palmer's Buffalo Ranch, Audrey Horne's Honey Habanero, and of course for a limited time, The Black Lodge: Fire Hot Jalapeño Walk With Me. If this interests you, Mr. David Lynch, then please get back to me and I'll have my secretary arrange a meeting.

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HIIIIII‼️‼️ 11, 16, 20 for the ask game >>>

HEYYY !!! o/

11) Moment that surprised me:

lowkey, Soichiro’s death ??? More so in the fact that that I figured he was Going to Die but I didn’t expect to be so affected by it. Also points for when Light was shot five times and still found it in himself to get up and run a few blocks… Luckily for him, all five were considerably non-lethal, meaty shots on their own, which says a lot more about Matsuda’s character — not a killing bone in his body. A good shot even in the midst of a breakdown. He’s crazy for that

16) Memorable lines:

I can’t remember at the top of my head how they all go but a few include Soichiro’s line about how laws are humanity’s evidence in their struggle to be righteous; Near’s “Even if there is a god and I had his teachings before me, I would think it through and decide if that was right or wrong myself. I'm no different from you. I believe in what I think is right, and believe that to be righteous”; and on the rooftop when L asks if Light if he’s ever told the truth and Light replies something to the effect of, “I’ve made an effort not to tell a lie that would hurt others.” The last one specifically because it’s such an interesting, small chapter in Light’s characterization — he’s more or less like a brick wall that episode, you can really feel the gaps of silence and expectation that L hopes Light will fill but doesn’t because he’s not going to acknowledge that he’ll really feel the loss of L as an adversary (and more). I heavily appreciate this moment in the show where the viewer is forced to take a step back when we’ve been so involved in the character’s thoughts oTL

20) Favorite chip flavor:

SALT AND VINEGAR 💥💥💥💥 the most peak flavor, argue with a wall /lh

[mexicanjayce]

ty for the tag! @lcvenderblues <3 <3 <3 ily

favorite color: big huge fan of green. any green. every green

currently reading: WoF series. i'm trying to ease back into reading regularly with something easy, and a surprisingly dark children's series about dragons is a good place to start. plus they're fun! i'm on book three so far

last song:

most recent film: Transformers One. i'll literally never get tired of that movie. it's perfect

most recent series: Castlevania. why didn't anyone tell me castlevania fucks crazy style?? there's a stinky drunk guy, too many gorgeous women to count, catholics, and a ton of gore. peak series i think

sweet/salty/savory: salty and savory alllll the way. i don't have much of a sweet tooth. my favorite thing is shoving salt and vinegar chips down my gullet until it stings to even swallow

tea or coffee: currently? a nice chai latte. but in general i prefer herbal teas like a peppermint or chamomile

working on: mostly self indulgent oc fics that will likely never see the light of day. it's my favorite thing to do when i'm feeling burnt out

taking some online art lessons! bc im really unhappy with my art right now and just need something solid to focus on and attempt some growth

i'm also reading through my entire bookshelf, starting with the aforementioned WoF series. 2.5 books down, one william to go 💪

no pressure 🏷️ @0celestialbitch0 @syllage @rexxdjarin @spaceydragons @northstqr and you 🫵

[yellowjckets]

tag game!!!

tagged by @all-seeing-ifer thank u !!!!!

currently watching: i JUST finished evil ... talk to me abt kristen babygirl bouchard <333 finally catching up on twin peaks (slowly ish bc there's no subtitles on this version omg save me)

currently reading: just abt to start make a home of me by vanessa santos!!! went to one of the talks w her the other week <3 just finished the eyes are the best part (monika kim), suburn (chloe michelle howarth) and send nudes (saba sams). girls will finally have a reading kick when they are so busy

last song: just checked and glitter eliza mclamb!!!! song ever !!!!

last song you sang out loud: omg i remember i was singing quite late last night around the house. miiiight well have been does your mother know ........ it was smth from mamma mia i am fairly sure !!

currently craving: i want buttered toast so badly. made toast yday but we were out of butter and the level of betrayal i felt... and we are still out of butter so i need to get some. i suffer </3

coffee or tea: coffee i can't stand tea i do not Get The Hype (i don't mind like maybe a green tea if i'm feeling healthy but when is that ever)

earbuds or headphones: i'm assuming this means in ear vs over ear? in ear but only the specific ones i use bc icl others feel funny omg

last place you went other than home: i have been out and abt in london! went to a few of the parks when it was sunny <3 but if we mean outside the city then god ... probably ukge at the start of june!

favourite crisps flavour: anything spicy like paprika, thai sweet chilli sensations, but also specifically eat real sour cream and chive lentil chips..... also salt and vinegar squaresssssssss <3 like if we're talking out of the classic basic ones salt and vinegar bodies. but mostly i am a spicy crisps + cool hummus to dip OR a cool crisp + spicy hummus to dip girlie. which excludes s&v bc i'm not putting vinegar in hummus. sorry this was a tangent

colour that looks good on you: blue! also white or even green icl. really into wearing little white dresses lately (which is ... for someone of MY level of clumsiness? risky quite frankly). also lilac actually .... which is funny bc half my entire wardrobe is built around these colours.

currently working on: stargazer zineeeeeee edits <3 cangel fic <3 sorting my life out ... none of these are past the point of me just thinking abt doing them. besides the cangel fic oops !!!

tagging: ummmmm @petzel @woodenpicador @chansaw @politedemon @colemckenzies I NEVER KNOW WHO TO TAAAAAG!!!!

[havenesc]

for the ask meme: 5/6, 8, 11, and 16!!!!

(love your fandom ask meme)

HELLO SWEET FRIEND thank you for sending these :^)) had to put my thinking cap on for these

5. something you see in fics a lot and love

Oh gosh. I like a really good Tim and Jason brotherly relationship -- I love Jason navigating all of his familial relationships, good and bad, and when I say "good" in context of Jason and Tim I don't necessarily always mean "happy and healthy" either. I love when people tackle their very specific dynamic of being neither the first nor the last to wear the colors, the replacement to the replacement, the "don't follow in my footsteps because I can't save you from what I have to do to stop you" kind of shit. There's so many different ways to parse their relationship, and so many of them really are fascinating. Like. Oh my god. Bookmarked. Kudos'd. Guaranteed silent car ride while I digest what I just read for the next 5-7 business days.

6. something you see in art a lot and love

Not to be fucked up but I love whump and I love angst and I love emotional turmoil. Seeing art meant to wound both the viewer and the subject is like salt and vinegar chips for the Haven soul.

(I also once was a Jason Todd white streak hater way, WAY back in the day when I was still begrudgingly like, trying to figure out if I was into Batman as a whole like a southern kid trying to figure out if they might be queer (an experience I lived once already), but now I get such a kick whenever official DC artists actually commit to the bit and give our boy his white streak like the rest of us. I am a white hair Jason TRUTHER)

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate __ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

SOFIA GIGANTE AS A ROGUES GALLERY CHARACTER MY GOD THE POTENTIAL GOOD LOOOOOOOOORD

I'm sure it will come. I am so sure of it. This is just my lesbian pining for Sofia Gigante. But I need her to be passive aggressive with the Batfamily, be untouchable in ways that The Penguin or Zucco or the other mobsters aren't. I need her to play a fucking game of 4D chess with the Batman and I need Dick to lose a bitch contest to her and I need her to begrudgingly sympathize with Jason's outcasting and we have already gone down that rabbit hole but I just need to say it aGAIN

11. if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

Fic-wise, my best work to date is nothing grows to burn, a still-in-progress fic about loss, grief and love in the eyes of a has-been figure skater and an unconventional rising star hockey player. My very first fic I have ever posted was a Batman fic and it shows, but I am actually working on picking up the pieces of it and making it work :^)

Art-wise, definitely my achilles come down. My favorite (and first!) piece I have done since I came back to DC. I have peaked. I was not high when I made it but I look back and have no idea how I made it at all. Self-high five.

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

Honestly, I'm relatively new to being back in my DC lane after a two-year stint in JJK, so it may very well be appreciated to death already and that's why my ignorant eyes have not seen much of it -- and it's not exactly a tiny detail! BUT.

The very specific scar of Jason having his throat cut by Bruce. That is not a byproduct of the Joker or Jason's death, like the autopsy scar, but it sure as hell is a byproduct of Jason living and having autonomy out of the shadow of thy father -- and by god did he suffer those consequences when he faced Bruce down with a problem Bruce could not correctly solve. They might not be flesh and blood but the sting of your own paternal figure taking the risk of killing you again over killing the Joker, your actual murderer. WHOOMPH.

[justalittleegg]

whoaaa what is the very in depth recipe for how to make salt and vinegar chips without the salt

Fine, you want answers, I'll give answers.

But be warned: viewing of this recipe may result in ████, ██████, and ███████.

If you want to try the heaven in food form that is salt and vinegar chips without the vinegar, then you must first train your body, this includes: daily [113 push-ups, 54 sit-ups, 72 pull-ups], fortnightly [consumption of basic salt and vinegar chips at a quantity of 541g], and every financial year [eat 1 Cheerio covered in hot Cheeto dust].

Once you have done step one for a length of 23 quarters you must then capture only the finest of potatoes from the fields of Ireland.

You must take the potato to a hidden cave in the depths of Taiwan where it will lay dormant in a sacred bowl of vinegar for 11 months to the minute.

After that you must preserve the potato in a jar of honey whilst you take it to the bean located in Chicago, Illinois, USA where you will find a tall man with vibrant blue eyes and a chipped tooth wearing a trench coat who will take you and your potato to an undisclosed location.

At said location you will find a knife sharper than the wits of the galaxy's brightest minds which you will use to slice the potato into 6.4 half an inch wide slices which will then be preserved within a bottle of aged white wine.

From the location, you will take your preserved potato slices and find your way to the centre of the Sahara desert where you will take your 6.4 potato slices and place them in a circle drawn into the sand.

The potatoes will sit there for 28.7 weeks to allow all the moisture to evaporate out.

You will then take the finest of these slices and douse it in a vat of molten vinegar at the peak of Mt Everest.

If you followed all the steps correctly you should have it; a singular salt and vinegar chip without the salt. (for a single snack bag's worth of chips, repeat steps 2-8 twenty more times).

It is done.

[bloodibambiidoll]

for the ask gameee <33 3, 5, 12 and 25!!!!

3 - what playlists do you have on your phone? I showed the titles/covers so I’ll give you a lil peak inside of the chaos, I have like Xmas and Halloween playlists but other than that there’s like no theme it’s just whatever songs are good brain feel at that moment for the most part.😅

5 - guilty pleasures? I answered this one too but hmmm… I fucking love trashy early 00s reality tv just as a whole. Like Jersey shore and simple life. Delicious, I eat that shit up. Also I will always love just Bieber and listen to him till I’m on my death bed idc.

12 - do you have any pets? Yes. This is my son, Jasper. I gave birth to him actually.

25 - controversial opinion? Emmy… I’m so so so sorry but salt and vinegar chips are literally so good they’re like my second favorite chips I’m sorry pls still love me.😌

[dilesxpressions]

Justin Koh

1. Name, Year, Major, and Hometown

Name: Justin Koh | Year: 4th Year | Major: Cognitive Science (Computational Emphasis) | Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia

2. What’s your roman empire?

When was the last time I drank water? (YEAH I SEE YOU GUYS REACHING FOR YOUR BOTTLES NOW)

3. What is the best compliment you have ever received?

"I'm proud of you." - My Dad

4. If your life was a movie what genre would it be (comedy, horror, drama, etc.) and what actor would play you?

I'm by no means a cinephile, but my life is probably a documentary type movie about a monkey trying to fit in with humans. I would play the actor, "3rd monkey" from the movie: Rise of the Planet of the Apes at timestamp 1:47 as shown below.

5. What is something on your college bucket list?

None really, but if I had to pick: DJ a bass house/trap/dnb set at Davis.

6. What’s your guilty pleasure? (song, movie, food etc.)

MY GIRL KATY PERRY HONESTLY MAKES SOME ABSOLUTE BANGERS

7. What are your bad habits?

Time management :^)

8. What are your favorite song lyrics?

"Tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef, that I'm a vegetarian so I ain't f*ckin scared of him" -3OH!3

9. Defend your unpopular opinion/ hot take

IN AND OUT IS KINDA MID WHEN DISREGARDING THE PRICE. THE PRICE TAG IS THE ONLY BIG W COMPARED TO OTHER FAST FOODS.IF YOU SAY OTHERWISE YOU ARE WRONG AND IGNORANT.

POPEYES CHICKEN SANDWICH IS BETTER THAN CHICK FIL A. IF YOU SAY OTHERWISE YOU ARE WRONG AND IGNORANT.

CANES HANDS DOWN HAS THE BEST FAST FOOD CHICKEN JOIN. IF YOU SAY OTHERWISE YOU ARE WRONG AND IGNORANT.

SALT AND VINEGAR AND HOT CHEETOS ARE THE BEST CHIPS AND HOT CHEETO PUFFS ARE GOATED. IF YOU SAY OTHERWISE YOU ARE WRONG AND IGNORANT.

COME CATCH ALL THE SMOKE, I'M READY.

(kidding everyones entitled to their own opinion :^), just your opinion is wrong)

10. Describe a time where you had to step up and be a leader?

During my freshman year, the game Overwatch was at the height of its popularity. Being somewhat proficient in the game, I decided to try out for the school's team. Upon my acceptance, I observed two distinct facets: exceptional individual talent that was rarely seen, and the unfortunate suppression of that talent due to an excessive emphasis on individuality and ego. Our early season games and practice scrimmages were disappointingly unfavorable, and the future appeared bleak. However, I recognized the potential for the transformation of individuals into a cohesive unit and took it upon myself, despite my rookie status, to attempt to unite the group of misfits.

Through careful curation of each player's talents and personalities, we slowly but surely cultivated an environment where each individual had the opportunity to express their strengths and opinions. As we built rapport and visibly improved our cohesiveness, the issue of players maintaining their egos in the face of a self-declared rookie team captain gradually dissipated. The initial doubts that plagued each player soon transformed into respect for my leadership, both in and out of the game.

Although we started the season as one of the weakest teams among 180 competing universities, we managed to qualify for the single elimination bracket: ranking us as one of the top 40 teams in North America. Still, we were seeded as one of the worst teams and now faced low expectations from others while the pressure on the team to advance through the competition without dropping a single match was at its peak.

But my appetite for victory (and money :^)) was obvious and insatiable; the team quickly took notice and adopted this zealousness for success.

Without losing a single match, we ascended the "Towers of Doom" and began to catch the attention of casters, analysts, and coordinators. However, it was too late for them to underestimate us. Soon, we were bestowed with the nickname "The Dark Aggies" (Aggie Gaming + Dark Horse of the competition), and we secured a spot in the live quarterfinals held in Phoenix, Arizona. Although our journey concluded with a 5-8th place finish, we were proud of what we had achieved, defying all expectations.

[link if curious to know more]: https://liquipedia.net/overwatch/Tespa_Collegiate_Series/2017

[thadeeliv]

salt and vinegar is great for if you've got like, a pickle. otherwise sour cream and onion wins out. ghost pepper chips is peak though.

Based on observation, the average human that likes sour cream and onion-flavored snacks is repulsed by salt and vinegar-flavored snacks, and vice-versa. If you somehow like both, I have reason to believe you're on a higher plane of existence than the rest of us

[evanspresso]

otp questions: evan and y/n edition

a/n: I didn't proof read this so if you found a typo... nOooOo you didn't... 🪄 🪄🪄

2. who sleeps in and who is the early bird?

She groans against the fluffed pillows as he pokes at her side causing her to jilt in response. His soft chuckle makes her sleepy haze relinquish some animosity she has against him, because she loves that sound.

Yes, he's waken her up in the early hours of the day, but she turns onto her side as she watches her boyfriend wiggle his thick eyebrows at her.

He holds the wonky mug he made for her when they went on their pottery date last week.

"Morning, baby" he hums.

12. which of the two rolls their eyes the most often?

"I just cannot stand when people say that. I feel like they're talking down to me or something." she says, flying her hands up in attempt to make his understand her annoyance.

Evan presses his lips together, nodding and humming along to her every word causing y/n to narrow her gaze at her boyfriend as she watches him make lunch at the kitchen counter.

"But, I also love when you put the mayonnaise on top of the sandwich instead of inside" she says, challenging his listening capabilities. "you know?"

"mhm" he hums as he slices her sandwich in half.

Evan reaches for bag of jalapeño chips and pours some onto her plate before reaching for the salt and vinegar bag. Y/n simply cannot eat a sandwich without both chip choices.

"Wait, what-" he blinks, holding the bag of chips mid tilt.

y/n rolls her eyes so dramatically that Evan pouts as he watches her small frame tremble with the laughter she lets out, bouncing off of the kitchen walls, making her boyfriends cheeks turn ruby red.

22. who gets more easily embarrassed?

she stood in front of the full length mirror in the hallway of his newly renovated Soho apartment. She couldn't help but stop dead In her tracks when she walked past it.

It was date night and they had planned on meeting at his before heading out. Y/n hadn't seen him yet. letting herself in she didn't see the harm in checking herself out once again before approaching him.

She had bought a new skirt and wanted it to look perfect before showing him. Y/n patted down the length letting her fingers trail down and pull the material down, noticing that it had ridden up her thighs more than she wanted.

"There you are, I was about to call you!" she heard his voice before she saw him leaning against the wall.

"Sorry, I didn't realize how quiet I closed the door." she giggled.

Evan shook his head at her 'sorry' and stepped closer to his girlfriend. He hummed happily, placing his hands against her cheeks and pulled her closer into his chest. Y/n smiled sweetly as she felt his lips fan against her hair and rest atop her forehead.

"This skirt is telling me we should just stay in." he nearly whispered.

Y/n's eyes widened up at her boyfriend and she yelped as she felt his hands roam down her body and rest dangerously low against her hips.

"No way. This skirt is screaming to be out in the village!" she blushed.

"That won't be the only screaming tonight." he teased causing y/n to groan and hide her face into his chest causing him to let out a loud and contagious laugh.

"Don't be a weirdo or I'll call you old!" she said causing him to let out a playful gasp.

32. who is the first to apologize?

The couple sit in silence as cars zoom all around them while he makes his way down the highway. His focus is on the road as she twiddles her thumbs and bites her lip to keep her from saying something stupid.

Y/n peaks over at Evan and frown as she notices how tight he is clenching the steering wheel and how tight his jaw is clenched. He has a bad habit of jaw clenching and she knows how much it will bother him and give him a headache later.

"Evan?" she says just loud enough to hear over the traffic.

He hums in response, not looking at her as he keeps his eyes glued to the road. "Careful with your jaw, okay?"

Evan glances at her with a look of confusing before opening his mouth and wincing, feeling immediate relief. "oh." he sighs. "Thanks" he adds.

Y/n smiles and rests her head back against the head rest. "I didn't mean it like that. You know I would never think that of you" she finally says.

Evan purses his lips but doesn't say a word.

"I'm sorry. I did not mean for what I said to come across that way." she presses.

Evan twitches slightly, his eyes breaking focus and turns to give her a quick, meaningful glance. "I know baby. I'm sorry too." he sighs, placing his hand on her knee.

42. who has the most self-control?

Y/n can barley hear her own thoughts as she walks hand in hand with him down the carpet. She can hear the clinks of the cameras and the buzz of people shouting and laughing all around her.

She shakes with every step that he leads her with and she trembles at the thought of seeing one of his affluent ex- partners. Y/n takes a deep breath after they make a quick halt and there in the midst of it all, she peers up at him.

His eyes search her features with the softness of his love causing the movements around them to suddenly disappear as he squeezes her hands him his large one's and gives her that million dollar smile she adores.

"You are doing so good, baby. Almost at the end." he cheers.

But, in the end, she would walk a million more miles in these heels for him if he asked her to.

52. Who whines the most when they get sick?

Her coughing fit ends when he places the cup of fresh tea on the coffee table. He looks down at her with worry as she shivers, removing her hand out of the warm cacoon her fuzzy blanket provided.

"I hate this." she whines.

"I know" he frowns.

"I hate this with a burning passion! You don't even know!"

Evan holds back a smile and crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh, I know!' he said mimicking her whiney tone.

62. who's more likely to buy some stupid NFT just before it looks cool? (btw I have no idea what an NFT is?? is it artwork?)

Y/n bursts through the door with the piece behind her back causing Evan to raise his brown up at her while he takes a sip of his coffee.

He looks at her questionably as she strides over to him and pulls out the artwork that she had hiding behind her back for the minuet it took her to slide her shoes off and walk over to him.

"What's up with you?" he asked bemused.

"Only the coolest thing to ever exist! I mean look at this." she says proudly, holding the frame out in front of her so that Evan could take a good look at what she was presenting to him.

His deadpanned glance caused her to roll her eyes and he shook his head and groaned. "That is complete shit, y/n. Please tell me you're joking!" he laughs.

Y/n glares at him and huffs out as she swiftly turns away from him and makes her way towards his office. "I'm hanging it up in here so you'll alway remember what an amazing and loving girlfriend I am for getting you something so cool and interesting."

Evan scoffs, "That's only because you don't have room for it in your apartment!"

[vermwerm]

very normal queenkaard headcanons 2/2

Subservient: prepared to obey others unquestioningly Less important; subordinate He has suspicious knowledge of chemicals He likes cats, and cats like him He strictly calls those off brand spiders (aka daddy long legs) “harvestmen” and refuses to use their more commonly known nameHe likes the number 34 for no particular reason He writes 7s like i do, weirdly He gives very “stick to the question” answers, a lot of people have constantly given him the “i dont care” when he adds extra information about a topic after answering someones question. He would smell vanilla extract and chug it The first few times Queen complimented him, Rou took it as a joke and awkwardly laughed it off bcuz he genuinely believed (technically believes) he didnt deserve such a thing from someone so superior to him If he had sugar tolerance he would love apple pie with vanilla ice cream He constantly has nightmares about when he almost entirely turned to stone He likes to ice skate, and he wears very specific figure skate shoes or whatever Rou, to try and desperately find purpose, makes it so that he can just be used and discarded at Darkners/Lightners leisure, Que tries to get him out of this habit, but occasionally(read: a lot of the time) he slips back into this habit of just being this useless object thats only there for a minimal amount of things He loves candles, his favorite scents are pumpkin and linen Hes very bad at typing, bcuz he has long nails Oh right i forgot to add on this list, that he has long nails, theyre naturally black :) He can wink but in the unsettling way He hates the words failure and mistake, theyve been used so often to refer to him he hates the way it comes out of peoples mouth He ironically likes the word error, not when referring to him but he likes the way its said and spelled Ok but what if he purred?? Is that too cringe? Well too bad i already have too many headcanons He uses mint flavored toothpaste cuz hes boring Im gonna slap a “you tried” star sticker on his big ass fucking forehead Rou would either have a very flowy silk gown or steal queens clothes to go to bed, no inbetweens Why do i imagine this senario where swatch gets all up in rous face but bcuz king is a fucking dickhead he has a flight or fight response and punches swatch He is very starved for positive affection… so when Que complimented him for the first time he put it off and saw it as a joke yes, but he started wanting to hang out with her more because of said compliments (also he had the biggest crush on her, like he still has the feelings too, but theyre just dating now yippee!!) Yeah he has mommy issues He immediately got tired of the “trans-parent” joke, in general he just doesnt like puns (skill issue) He always gets really happy when Queen compliments him He had this short period of time dating Queen where he would kind of just exist as a yesman to everything Him and lancer both would like the rainbow slug (if you know you know) He can draw, if you peaked in his sketchbook itd be entirely bugs and a lot of Queens He loves iridescent fabric and when he finally decides to sew he likes using the fabric he has to make outfits that fit the iridescent clothing he already has (i hate this wording what the fuck) He kind of likes, sea salt and vinegar, chips He hates the fat on meat and has to spit it out or else he will lose his appetite He sometimes just soaks in a bathtub for too long, i also imagine his weird slime skin is sponge like. Ok maybe ill remove the sponge aspect that was a joke brought on by the question of if he could mold Child rou gives “mom i frew up” vibes His voice claim is the vocaloid voicebank Kevin, a good song is UNCANNY by GHOST/Ghost and Pals :) He probably calls spoiled milk “vintage milk” Rou probably did that bobbin lacing thing, but he dropped that hobby in his 20s

Que

Queen is very warm at all times,very huggable She can cook and is very good at it She loves mistranslated shirts, and has set out to get as many as she can I do maybe fully believe that she would half ironically half unironically call Rouxls “babygirl” Queen has. Good posture Yeah she does his makeup She gives Rou, forehead kisses, or just in general a lot of positive affection She makes the best food, ever She paints Rous nails sometimes She very much constantly compliments Rou My biggest flex is unintentionally predicting AI art /hj; i think that Que cant properly create art and can only really copy or take parts of other peoples art and mash it into one, she can also perfectly replicate art. She draws like a printer too She very easily gets tricked by optical illusions I feel like she would say “holy fuck, holy fucking fuck, that body of yours is absurd” to Rou at least twice

[literally-peter-parker]

Favourite colour: 🌈

last song: Deviltown by Cavetown

Currently reading: A language of Dragons

Currently watching: doctor who (10th doctor)

currently craving: brownies now thanks a lot

last book opened: A language of Dragons

Coffee or tea: tea all the way coffee is DISGUSTING

Last song you sang aloud: Deviltown

Favourite chip flavour: salt n vinegar

headphones/earbuds: wired earbuds all the way they’re so peak

a colour that looks good on you: 🌈 minus purple :(

tagged by @ghostlykiss :) Get to know your mutuals tag game

Favorite Color: green. Either a rich forest or olive drab

Last Song: How Bad Do U Want Me? - Lady Gaga

Currently Reading: Book: Wheel of Time 11 (still lmao) Fics: made my way through Richie/Mikey (The Bear) today and experienced feelings. Patiently waiting for the next Access Permissions chapter.

Currently Watching: The Punisher series (which is how the Richie/Mikey thing happened)

Currently Craving: Mint chocolate

Coffee or Tea: Both. Depends on the day

Last song you sang out loud: The aforementioned Gaga song

What is your favorite crisp flavor: Plain or dill pickle

Last book I opened: Wheel of Time 11

Earbuds, headphones, or nothing?: Earbuds. My headphones hurt my ears after many hours (they're cheap $20 Panasonic), but earbuds kinda hurt one ear (I have a conch piercing in that ear).

Last place I went to other than home: Work but not to work. I was hanging out with my uncle (I work in a bar)

A color that looks good on you: Black. Other people have said red and blue too.

Last trailer you saw: Um... Phoenician Scheme? I wanna say the Superman one because it was sent to me, but I don't think I clicked on it.

No pressure tagging! @jakekazansky @nixie-deangel @towering-book-piles

[cancerchild]

@sweetfirebird I’m sorry it took so long to get this up, real life kinda exploded in my face for a bit.

This is something I've played with for a while because they sounded amazing and Theo owns my entire heart.

Theo Greenleaf’s Five Chocolate Cupcakes with Chocolate Mousse filling!

Please note! All traditional baking measurements (cup/tablespoon/teaspoon) used are US measurements. Metric and Imperial volumes are slightly different. 1 US cup = .94 Metric Cup = .83 Imperial Cup. It’s a small difference, but may affect the overall outcome. This is an excellent resource for the different measurements!

A kitchen thermometer is necessary for this recipe!! A stand mixer or handheld mixer is recommended, but not required.

None of this is really complicated, but it is a bit involved. Definitely have a kitchen assistant on standby just in case!

Theo’s Five Chocolate Cupcakes

Ingredients:

1 oz dark chocolate, finely chopped

1 oz bittersweet chocolate, finely chopped

2 oz milk chocolate, finely chopped

1/3 cup (22 grams) cocoa powder

1/3 cup (32 grams) dutch process cocoa powder

1/2 cup (118 ml) boiling water (See note!)

7/8 cup (110 grams, 3/4 cup + 2 TBSP) all-purpose flour

2/3 cup (134 grams) granulated sugar

1/4 cup (50 grams) packed light brown sugar

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 cup (113 grams) sour cream or plain yogurt, at room temperature

1/4 cup + 1 tablespoon (74 ml) vegetable/canola oil

2 large eggs, at room temperature

2 large egg yolks, at room temperature

2 teaspoons white vinegar

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Note: to further enhance the chocolate flavor, substitute 1/2 cup hot coffee for the water.

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350F (180C, Gas 4). Line a standard 12 cup muffin tin with foil or paper liners.

In a medium size heatproof bowl, combine the chopped chocolates and cocoa powders and pour boiling water* over the mixture. Cover and let stand for 5 minutes. Whisk mixture gently until smooth then set aside to cool.

In a small bowl, whisk together flour, granulated and brown sugars, salt and baking soda.

Whisk sour cream, oil, eggs, egg yolks, vinegar, and vanilla into the cooled chocolate mixture until smooth.

Stir in the flour mixture until smooth, be careful not to over mix.

With a spring-loaded scoop, divide the batter evenly between the prepared muffin cups.

Bake until cupcakes are set and firm to the touch, about 17-19 minutes.

Let cupcakes cool in pan on a wire rack for 10 minutes, then remove from the pan to cool completely, about 1 hour.

Chocolate Mousse Filling

Note: This recipe will make enough for several batches of cupcakes...or the leftovers are great with vanilla wafers or animal crackers!

Ingredients:

1 1/2 cups (355ml) heavy whipping cream, cold

4 large eggs*, at room temperature

2 tablespoons superfine sugar (caster sugar)

12 oz (340 grams) dark chocolate (I used dark chocolate chips)

1/4 cup (1/2 US stick OR 56.7 grams) unsalted butter, chopped into small pieces

Note: if you don’t have a double boiler, you can place a heatproof bowl over a sauce pan with about an inch of simmering water.

Directions:

Whip the heavy cream to stiff peaks. Set aside in refrigerator.

Melt chocolate in a double boiler (See note above) and set aside to cool.

*IF YOUR EGGS PASTEURIZED SKIP THIS STEP!* Heat eggs and sugar in a double boiler (See note above) until they reach 140F (60C), stirring the entire time. This will kill any salmonella bacteria.

Whisk the eggs and sugar until very fluffy and thick, or about 10 minutes on high speed in a stand mixer.

Mix the butter into the melted chocolate until fully melted and combined.

Add the chocolate mixture a little bit at a time to the egg mixture, stirring well the entire time to fully incorporate the chocolate. If you use a stand mixer, use the lowest or stir speed and be very careful not to over mix.

Fold in the chilled whipped cream.

To fill the cupcakes:

Core the cupcakes: if you don’t have a cupcake corer, you can use a piping tip, a melon baller, a paring knife, or an apple corer.

Use a piping bag or a small spoon to fill the center.

 Chocolate Buttercream Frosting:

Ingredients:

8 oz (227 grams) bittersweet chocolate

3 cups (375 grams) powdered (icing) sugar, sifted

1/4 cup (21 grams) dark cocoa powder, sifted

8 oz (227 grams) unsalted butter, at room temperature (see note)

1/4 teaspoon fine grain salt

2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

2 tablespoons heavy cream

OPTIONAL: edible glitter or luster dust in your favorite color!

Note: Room temperature butter is cool to the touch and about 65°F (18°C). This might be colder than your kitchen. When you press it, your finger will make an indent. Your finger won't sink down into the butter, nor will your finger slide all around.

Note 2: if you don’t have a double boiler, you can place a heatproof bowl over a sauce pan with about an inch of simmering water.

Note 3: a stand mixer or electric handheld mixer makes this recipe easier, but if you don’t have either, a wooden spoon and muscle power will do just as well, but you’ll likely need to mix it longer. Maybe have a kitchen assistant on standby to help out!

Directions:

Melt chocolate in a double boiler (see note 2), then set aside to cool to 95-100F (approx 35C).

In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment or a handheld electric mixer with the beater attachments (see note 3), add the powdered sugar, cocoa powder, and butter. Mix on lowest speed (to prevent a powdery explosion) until well blended, then increase the speed to medium and beat for another 3 minutes.

Add the salt, vanilla, cream, and cooled melted chocolate to the mixer bowl and beat on medium for 2 minutes or until light and fluffy.

Use your favorite piping tip or spread with a frosting knife evenly over the filled cupcakes.

For extra magical cupcakes, add a light dusting of edible glitter or luster dust over the top of the frosting!

[robbybirdy]

53. Baking therapy on a budget Ft. Genshin Characters- Sucrose: Peppermint Meringue Cookies

Hello, every birdy. Today we are going to be making something close to gold, at least right now. I know that eggs are expensive right now, and I want to express the fact that I was given these eggs. As a baker, I am always happy to get free eggs. So we are going to be making Peppermint Meringue Cookies. 

Before we start on the recipe, we are going to be talking about the Socially Awkard Queen in Genshin Impact, Sucrose. She is an aspiring alchemist and she wants nothing more than to help people through science. Even if that means making everyone else in Mondasdant consider her experiments. Her favorite food is Sweet Flower Candy, and I knew that I wanted to make some kind of dessert with meringue. 

The first thing that you are going to need in this recipe is time and patients. It will take a lot of time but it will work out.  

The recipe and the measurements will be in the description down below. Feel free to check it out. 

You will need to preheat the oven before 225F. 

The ingredients you will need are:

Granulated Sugar

Cornstarch

Salt

Egg whites (save the egg yolks for something els, ie. custard or a cake)

Vanilla extract

Cream of tartar (lemon or lime juice works the same way)

Chocolate chips (these are optional, I didn’t add chocolate chips to them because i didn’t have them and didn’t think they were necessary.)

2-3 candy candes or peppermint sticks, finely crushed

You will want to adjust your two racks in your oven so that one of them is in the upper-middle and the other is in the bottom-middle. 

Don’t be afraid of meringues, they are a lot simpler than people think. All you have to do is understand a few techniques. 30 minutes to 1 hour before you start making the cookies, you will want to grab a metal bowl and the whisk that you are going to use and place them in the freezer. I would suggest using either an electric or stand mixer, or if you have it one of those egg beaters with the spinning components. You could do it by hand, but it will take you a VERY long time. You want to place it in the freezer just long enough for the bowl to be cold when you take it out of the fridge. 

Line your cookie sheets with parchment paper or spray them with non-stick cooking spray. Trust me, you will want this because you are going to be working with something very sugary. 

In a small bowl, you are going to combine your sugar, cornstarch, and salt and whisk them all together. Then set it aside. 

Take your bowl and whisk out of the freezer and start whipping up the egg whites, the vanilla, and the cream of tartar. However, if you don’t have the cream of tartar in your kitchen, there are a few substitutes that would be a good replacement: lime/lemon juice or vinegar. 

You want to whisk them together for at least 1 minute until the egg whites are foamy. 

Once it becomes foamy, you gradually going to add in your sugar mixture while the mixer is running. And whip the egg whites until they are glossy and form stiff peaks. This takes about 1 to 3 minutes. Sometimes longer if you are doing it on a day that has high humidity, 

This is when you would fold in your chocolate chips if you wanted to add them. However, this is when I folded in my peppermint candies. 

The next part is pretty messy. Sometimes you have to go with the recipe, and then other times you have to go with what is comfortable for you. I tried to put the meringue mixture into a piping bag, but that was just way too messy for me, And they just came out way too small. So I defied to get to tablespoons, and yes now I know that it should have been teaspoons. But I measured out my meringue cookies. 

You want to space the cookies about 1 inch between each other.

Bake your Meringue cookies for 1 hour. After the timer goes off, turn off you oven. However, DO NOT OPEN YOUR OVEN!!! You have to leave your cookies in the oven for 1 or 2 hours if you live in a humid or rainy area. Which is where I live, so I had to leave them in the oven for 2 hours. And trust me when I say, you want to wait. It will give the best results. 

Let the cookies cool before serving for about 10 minuses. Not really because they are hot, but because right out of the oven, the meringue cookies have the same consistency as marshmallows. They are good, but they are really sticky, so you want to wait. 

In order to keep the cookies crispy you will want to store them in an air-tight container. 

Honestly, I was surprised at these cookies. I knew that I wanted to do these cookies for Sucrose. Because I thought it was funny. I knew that they were going to take a while and that I needed to start baking these cookies earlier in the day. No, what really surprised me about these cookies, was the remarks on them. Mom said that they were Heavenly cookies. And everyone loved them. Some said they were the best cookies that I have made. I wanted to tell them that yes, they were the best and first cookies that I made in 2023. 

I hope that you liked this recipe. Feel free to check it out for yourself. See you in the next post. Thank you. 

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