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areyoutryingtodeduceme:

Tea machine ready to roll!

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

Tea machine ready to roll!

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

Josie filmed this for me at NYCC and emailed it to me and after I stopped crying and remembered how to breath, she said I could upload it so it can be on my blog forever and ever. Best birthday gift ever. Josie is the best. Dylan is the best. I’m going to punch the world in the face for being so amazing.

dontshaveforsherlock:

I started drawing a very serious comic for a very serious Reichenbach Reunion fic I’m writing.

But then this happened.

WAIT

The most kawaii cookies you’ll make this holiday season

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

"Back the fuck up", you are saying (and you should watch your language),"What, exactly, makes these cookies so damn kawaii? Are we speaking ironically kawaii or what’s going on? Answer me, you hipster."

I assume that’s what you’re saying anyway, because I have lost touch with reality for the most part.

Anyway, I think these particular cookies are pretty darn kawaii because they REEK of HONEY. Seriously. Your entire block will smell like an apiary, without the horrible droning and the whole issue with stings and allergies. …..and Honey is pretty darn kawaii, in my book. 

Seriously though, these cookies are perfect if gingerbread isn’t quite your thing. It’s NEARLY gingerbread…. it’s like gingerbread’s little sister, who one day hopes to grow up to be a spicy minx like it’s older brother (…what?). It’s got hints of the spice, and a touch of molasses, but the star of the show is definitely honey. And they’re pretty darn easy to put together, as far as cut-out cookies go. Listen up.

  •  In a large-ish bowl, sift together 3 cups of flour, 1/2 teaspoon baking soda, 2 teaspoons ground ginger, 2 teaspoons cinnamon, 1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg, and half a teaspoon of salt and go crazy and crack some fresh black pepper in there. Seriously, sift. Don’t just dump all this shit into a bowl and stir it a couple of times with a spoon. I don’t have a fancy ass flour sifter like my gramma, so I suck it up and sift everything through a mesh strainer. The resulting pile will look and feel beautiful. You will want to rest your head in it and take a nap. But don’t, because that’s gross and you’ll make a mess.
  • Set your beautiful flour pile aside for now, lazy.
  • Have a stick of butter ready at room temperature. It will make your life a lot easier if it’s soft, is all. Using a large bowl and an electric mixer on high speed, beat the butter with 1/2 cup of sugar until it’s fluffy and a lovely pale yellow shade. This’ll take like, a minute or something. JUST BE PATIENT, IT WILL HAPPEN.
  • Now crack a large egg in there with the butter and sugar, and beat well for another minute.
  • Slow that shit down and add 1/4 cup of unsulfured molasses and 1/2 cup honey. PRO-TIP: Spray your measuring cup with non-stick baking spray stuff and then pour the sticky stuff like molasses or honey into it. That way it will just pour right out again after it’s measured. Use a rubber spatula to get out any remnants because in case no one told you, honey is liquid gold and don’t you dare waste any of it.
  • Also add 1/2 teaspoon of vanilla extract at this point. If I find out you’re using imitation vanilla which is made from TAR, I will come to your house and slap your face.
  • Once all that’s combined, SLOWLY add the beautifully fluffy flour mixture in SMALL batches. Take your time with this. If you go crazy and just dump it all in there at once while the mixer is running, your kitchen will be covered with flour and your cookies will be horrible and everyone you live with will be really pissed off at you

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areyoutryingtodeduceme:

[sherlock-sherbet answered: Johnlock + flowers]

wow this quickly became much longer than I had intended. It should be a good post-Reichenbach story for those suffering fresh Reichenbach angst tonight. I didn’t want to add to your pain, for once.

Also yeah, I definitely need to draw some art for this. You’ll see.

[Flowers- Sherlock/John, PG]


The first time John visits the grave, he doesn’t bring flowers, but Mrs. Hudson places an assortment of hand picked wildflowers over the freshly dug earth. Her hands tremble and the flowers shake with her, and some of their petals fall with her tears. John can’t watch.
Neither can Sherlock.

—————

Two weeks later, Sherlock visits his grave to find a small bundle of tiny white and yellow flowers. Buttercups is the first word his mind supplies, and it grasps something painful in his heart, a memory of mummy, showing him the delicate flowers in his yard as a boy. Anemone nemorosa. Mummy had plucked one of the small flowers and held it under Sherlock’s chin and her laughter had been so sad and beautiful.

“Your chin is glowing yellow, darling. That means someone loves you.”

With great care, Sherlock picks up the bundle of flowers, holds it close to his heart, and remembers the rest of the lore his mother had once taught him about this particular flower.

The Anemone was supposed to symbolize lost hope. Forsakenness.

Oh John, he thinks, as he feels his heart clench.

——————

Sherlock can’t return to his grave for another month after that. He’s exhausted and has spent the last ten days in Germany, but he has dragged himself to London, and has forced himself to come here rather than back to Baker Street. There are flowers again. Not fresh, but only a day or two old.
It’s almost fitting that it’s a spray of Queen Anne’s Lace. Anthriscus Sylvestris. Often mistaken for hemlock, and symbolic of a haven or sanctuary.

And Sherlock almost smiles because of course John would leave what most other people would consider a weed at his grave. Actually, knowing John, he might have thought the flowers were hemlock and he thought he was being clever.


Sherlock sits with his back against his headstone for a long time, now smiling, breathing in the faint, almost anise-like scent of the small flowers.

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areyoutryingtodeduceme:

Josie filmed this for me at NYCC and emailed it to me and after I stopped crying and remembered how to breath, she said I could upload it so it can be on my blog forever and ever. Best birthday gift ever. Josie is the best. Dylan is the best. I’m going to punch the world in the face for being so amazing.

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

AHAHAHA I’m usually way too self conscious to post photos like this, but I’m just REAL proud of how the Tea Bikini I made for GISHWHES came out *w* So thank you Misha Collins and my amazing team mates for giving me the confidence to rock the tea bag in the bathtub look. This was SO MUCH FUN. Finally my crazy collection of tea put to good use. (Check out the random subtle cameo of the Dean tea :D)

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

I’m just going to keep reblogging this every so often because Dylan O’Brien looked me in the eye and talked to me and now I’m in a gif set.

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

SINCE YOU ASKED: CARA’S PREFECT BOWL OF MIDNIGHT RAMEN

  • Don’t just stand there while you wait for your pot of water to boil
  • Throw a handful of sliced mushrooms into a pan with some butter
  • MORE BUTTER, WHAT THE HELL, LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES
  • fry ‘em up nice and brown
  • add like, a couple teaspoons of minced garlic. 
  • mince it fresh or be like me and keep a jar of minced garlic in your fridge and put it in EVERYTHING EVER
  • YOU CAN’T LEAVE IT ON THE HEAT FOR LONG NOW OR THE GARLIC WILL SCORCH, AAAAH
  • So hurry up and splash just a little red wine in there with the garlic and mushrooms
  • THAT’S RIGHT, RED WINE. NOT TOO MUCH NOW, YOU DRUNKARD, WE JUST WANT SOME FLAVOR, NOT A PARTY.
  • You can skip the red wine if you don’t want to be classy as shit.
  • Stir up the mushroom/garlic/butter/wine until it looks a bit less wine-soaked.
  • TAKE THAT STUFF OFF OF THE BURNER NOW, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YOUR GARLIC IS GOING TO SUFFER
  • Your water should be boiling now. Throw your noodles in there.
  • NOW QUICK. GRAB YOUR SEASONING PACKET. IT HAD BETTER BE ROAST BEEF OR ORIENTAL FLAVOR BECAUSE THOSE ARE THE ONLY FLAVORS THAT MATTER.
  • DO NOT ADD IT TO THE POT OF WATER AND NOODLES, DO YOU HEAR ME?
  • Get out the bowl you’re gonna eat your amazing ramen out of, and pour your dry seasoning in there. 
  • DON’T QUESTION MY METHODS, JUST DO IT
  • THEN DUMP YOUR WINE/MUSHROOM/GARLIC MIXTURE ON THE FLAVOR POWDER IN THE BOWL.
  • At this point your noodles should just be cooked enough to separate if you poke at them with chopsticks
  • THAT IS COOKED ENOUGH, RAMEN NOODLES TASTE BETTER AL DENTE.
  • Transfer the noodles and like, a cup and a half of the cooking water to your bowl and stir everything up.
  • I WANT TO EAT IMMEDIATELY so I throw like, 3 or 4 ice cubes into the bowl too, so that the noodles cool down and stop cooking I REALLY DON’T LIKE SOGGY NOODLES
  • CHOW DOWN. DRIZZLE WITH SRIRACHA IF DESIRED.

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

Man I WANT to do a web or graphic novel series with a really slow burn romance, like, fucking, man. We’re talking it takes 5 volumes at least for the romantic interest to really develop and then volumes and volumes to play out and I’m not talking shojou manga style where there are wacky side adventures and hi jinx or Blankets and everything is just weird and depressing, I just want to tell a story about a relationship that takes forever to work towards and I want the readers fucking INVESTED in these characters to the point that they’re screaming at them for being idiots.

You guys would read that, right?