Cupcakes and porn and tiny, tiny Polish actors.
Hahahaha, today I made red velvet CUPCAKES.
Ok, so I made this recipe, except I didn't have any red food colouring and it was RAINING. I wasn't going out in the rain for red food colouring! So I looked through the cupboard, and obviously I had PINK food colouring, so I went with that. Also, I decided not to make cream cheese frosting because my fiance hates cream cheese and I'm not a HUGE fan of it myself, so I made buttercream instead and added a bit of vanilla and almond essence to it. AND THEN I crumbled Violet Crumble over the top and named them Pink Velvet Honey-Cup Cakes.
The batter. Not looking especially pink because my camera sucks, but it was definitely rose/maroon coloured.
I was cautiously hopeful at this point...
They rose! Looking good so far. How's the second batch?
Hmmmm. Note - do not over-fill patty-pans.
I am bad at icing cupcakes. They look...RUSTIC. OKAY? Also - I got icing and batter EVERYWHERE. Everywhere. I'm pretty sure I still have some in my hair.
Finished! They taste a lot more delish than they look, I promise.
I was going to do a sweet set up with one of my teapots and a nice cup of tea and a cupcake on a fancy plate and all, but...
This seemed more honest.
I have about thirty of these, guys. You are all invited around for a tea party!
Speaking of tea parties, I got this silver-plate teapot at a second hand store for FIVE BUCKS. I was so fucking excited. It's all tarnished in this picture, but Trav's been polishing it for me and it is GLEAMING now. So pretty! ILY, shiny teapot (I...oh, you new girls wouldn't know. I collect teapots. They make me happy).
Also on the happy-making list - new headband! It has a FLOWER and a BOW and some SEQUINS. I wept tears of joy. TEARS OF JOY.
(speaking of St Kilda [the mug], we've been doing a lot better over the past couple of weeks. One game left of the home and away season, and we're going into finals sitting at third place, which, finishing top four is all you need to do to get the best draw so YAY! Oh, guys. GUYS. I am so excited. Nick Riewoldt has found his form again and Brendon Goddard - who I'm just going to call 'God' from now on - took the mark of the year last week. Bliss.)
Actually, I'm escaping from the tyranny of the parentheses to show you that mark. It deserves to be seen in full.
Orgasmic, right? novemberjuliet and I were at that game, by the way. She supports Richmond, who lost, so...shhhhhhhh *pets novemberjuliet gently)
Okay, so that. OTHER things that have been making me happy include:
sharksdontsleep, who has written a bunch of awesome shit lately. Like, seriously, if you haven't read Reading is Fundamental yet you PROBABLY SHOULD. So great. It was written during our brief psychic mind-meld where we both thought it would be swell to bruise Walt up and tie him to things (who am I kidding, that is ALL THE TIME). Go. Read. “Oh, like you don’t ever bust your grammar, you sister-fucking hick,” Ray says. He slides across Walt, pins his wrists with one hand, fingers gripping hard. His cast thumps against the bed, once. “Don’t think I can’t hear that low-down drawl of yours.” Gah. Yeah, that is pretty much porn for me.
This lovely Ray/Brad fic was posted today by gwenknight and it is everything I love about Ray/Brad all rolled up into one. Eyes that always see through Brad, right through to his core, like no one else has ever been able to. Eyes that hold unwavering faith and trust in Brad, a reverence that Brad knows he can never deserve, and an acceptance of every single scar and flaw that Brad has. SIIIIIIIIIIGH. YES. THAT.
I really liked this, too, which is by perpet_fic . It is Brad&Ray (or Brad/Ray) from Reporter's POV, and it's very nuanced and clever. And Reporter catches a look from Brad to Ray that Ray doesn't see because he's driving, but there's…something…and Reporter takes another verse to talk himself out of what he's seen. Because he hasn’t seen it. Because the military says it doesn't happen.
Oh, oh, and kali1967 has also written a whole heap of awesome lately, but obviously I'm gonna rec the Ray/Brad ESPECIALLY, because it looks like I'm on a role. Third Time Lucky - in which Brad is an asshole, but hey, Ray knew that anyway. “You know, it's lucky for you that I don't need to be treated like a fucking princess,” Ray says quietly, and Brad blinks, slides a careful look at Ray. Ray's looking straight back at him, serious like Brad's only seen him once or twice before. He doesn't say anything else, lets Brad work through the implications.
OH, and also, I saw Salt. Look, guys, I loved it. LOVED it. Obviously you all know how I feel about Jolie, but more than that, I thought it was a well directed, well scripted, decently plotted action film. I mean, it is not going to win an Oscar, but it was FUN. And Angelina kicked the shit out of everyone - and not cute, sexy, girly violence, either. She was fucking FIERCE. Loved. It. (And it made me want Salt/Brad where she just doms the ever-loving fuck out of him, ties him up and rides him until she's done, then leaves him there hanging. YUM.)
Ahem.
Oh, okay, I'm leaving you with this. Me and puckling were trying to figure out how tall Pawel is the other day, and I found this and it turns out...
Not very. But seriously. LOOK AT HOW CUTE TINY PAWEL IS! *bites fist* Also, is it just me or is Marc Menchaca a total FOX? I wish there was more (any) Nate/Wynn.
Wow, this entry is kind of epic. I'm gonna do something...else, now.
--Beck
ETA: Re the Ray/Doc fic I just posted. Look, there is more plotted in my head that may or may not ever be written. I tried to wrap up part two enough that I wouldn't leave everyone hanging too bad, in case I decide not to go on with it, but YES - I know what happens when Brad gets home and I know how the story would end. If it isn't already ended. I mean, Ray and Doc are in love, okay! THAT'S ENOUGH. Probably.
Ok, so I made this recipe, except I didn't have any red food colouring and it was RAINING. I wasn't going out in the rain for red food colouring! So I looked through the cupboard, and obviously I had PINK food colouring, so I went with that. Also, I decided not to make cream cheese frosting because my fiance hates cream cheese and I'm not a HUGE fan of it myself, so I made buttercream instead and added a bit of vanilla and almond essence to it. AND THEN I crumbled Violet Crumble over the top and named them Pink Velvet Honey-Cup Cakes.
The batter. Not looking especially pink because my camera sucks, but it was definitely rose/maroon coloured.
I was cautiously hopeful at this point...
They rose! Looking good so far. How's the second batch?
Hmmmm. Note - do not over-fill patty-pans.
I am bad at icing cupcakes. They look...RUSTIC. OKAY? Also - I got icing and batter EVERYWHERE. Everywhere. I'm pretty sure I still have some in my hair.
Finished! They taste a lot more delish than they look, I promise.
I was going to do a sweet set up with one of my teapots and a nice cup of tea and a cupcake on a fancy plate and all, but...
This seemed more honest.
I have about thirty of these, guys. You are all invited around for a tea party!
Speaking of tea parties, I got this silver-plate teapot at a second hand store for FIVE BUCKS. I was so fucking excited. It's all tarnished in this picture, but Trav's been polishing it for me and it is GLEAMING now. So pretty! ILY, shiny teapot (I...oh, you new girls wouldn't know. I collect teapots. They make me happy).
Also on the happy-making list - new headband! It has a FLOWER and a BOW and some SEQUINS. I wept tears of joy. TEARS OF JOY.
(speaking of St Kilda [the mug], we've been doing a lot better over the past couple of weeks. One game left of the home and away season, and we're going into finals sitting at third place, which, finishing top four is all you need to do to get the best draw so YAY! Oh, guys. GUYS. I am so excited. Nick Riewoldt has found his form again and Brendon Goddard - who I'm just going to call 'God' from now on - took the mark of the year last week. Bliss.)
Actually, I'm escaping from the tyranny of the parentheses to show you that mark. It deserves to be seen in full.
Click to viewOrgasmic, right? novemberjuliet and I were at that game, by the way. She supports Richmond, who lost, so...shhhhhhhh *pets novemberjuliet gently)
Okay, so that. OTHER things that have been making me happy include:
sharksdontsleep, who has written a bunch of awesome shit lately. Like, seriously, if you haven't read Reading is Fundamental yet you PROBABLY SHOULD. So great. It was written during our brief psychic mind-meld where we both thought it would be swell to bruise Walt up and tie him to things (who am I kidding, that is ALL THE TIME). Go. Read. “Oh, like you don’t ever bust your grammar, you sister-fucking hick,” Ray says. He slides across Walt, pins his wrists with one hand, fingers gripping hard. His cast thumps against the bed, once. “Don’t think I can’t hear that low-down drawl of yours.” Gah. Yeah, that is pretty much porn for me.
This lovely Ray/Brad fic was posted today by gwenknight and it is everything I love about Ray/Brad all rolled up into one. Eyes that always see through Brad, right through to his core, like no one else has ever been able to. Eyes that hold unwavering faith and trust in Brad, a reverence that Brad knows he can never deserve, and an acceptance of every single scar and flaw that Brad has. SIIIIIIIIIIGH. YES. THAT.
I really liked this, too, which is by perpet_fic . It is Brad&Ray (or Brad/Ray) from Reporter's POV, and it's very nuanced and clever. And Reporter catches a look from Brad to Ray that Ray doesn't see because he's driving, but there's…something…and Reporter takes another verse to talk himself out of what he's seen. Because he hasn’t seen it. Because the military says it doesn't happen.
Oh, oh, and kali1967 has also written a whole heap of awesome lately, but obviously I'm gonna rec the Ray/Brad ESPECIALLY, because it looks like I'm on a role. Third Time Lucky - in which Brad is an asshole, but hey, Ray knew that anyway. “You know, it's lucky for you that I don't need to be treated like a fucking princess,” Ray says quietly, and Brad blinks, slides a careful look at Ray. Ray's looking straight back at him, serious like Brad's only seen him once or twice before. He doesn't say anything else, lets Brad work through the implications.
OH, and also, I saw Salt. Look, guys, I loved it. LOVED it. Obviously you all know how I feel about Jolie, but more than that, I thought it was a well directed, well scripted, decently plotted action film. I mean, it is not going to win an Oscar, but it was FUN. And Angelina kicked the shit out of everyone - and not cute, sexy, girly violence, either. She was fucking FIERCE. Loved. It. (And it made me want Salt/Brad where she just doms the ever-loving fuck out of him, ties him up and rides him until she's done, then leaves him there hanging. YUM.)
Ahem.
Oh, okay, I'm leaving you with this. Me and puckling were trying to figure out how tall Pawel is the other day, and I found this and it turns out...
Not very. But seriously. LOOK AT HOW CUTE TINY PAWEL IS! *bites fist* Also, is it just me or is Marc Menchaca a total FOX? I wish there was more (any) Nate/Wynn.
Wow, this entry is kind of epic. I'm gonna do something...else, now.
--Beck
ETA: Re the Ray/Doc fic I just posted. Look, there is more plotted in my head that may or may not ever be written. I tried to wrap up part two enough that I wouldn't leave everyone hanging too bad, in case I decide not to go on with it, but YES - I know what happens when Brad gets home and I know how the story would end. If it isn't already ended. I mean, Ray and Doc are in love, okay! THAT'S ENOUGH. Probably.