at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you
at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.
at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly
at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.
at some point in your life you will be adding a small pasta to a soup and you will think "that is not enough small pasta." this is the devil talking. the pasta will absorb the stock and expand. this is how you end up with a soup that is a solid mass of soggy ditalini.
At some point in your life you will be adding garlic to a dish and you will think "that is not enough garlic." These are angels speaking. They are correct. Add more garlic.
I never saw people say stuff like this enough when I was a teenager, so I’m saying it now.
I’m in my mid-thirties and I have never had sex. I’ve thought about it and could have had one or two opportunities if I put in more effort, but I always decided against it because I just wasn’t into it at the time.
I can safely say that I do not feel I have missed out on anything. I was perfectly capable, by myself, of learning about my own body and boundaries without anyone else there to muddy the waters. The immense pressure that was there in my teens/twenties to Have Sex Just Do It is basically gone. I’m vibing. I’ve got my routine by myself in bed that I enjoy, and that’s enough for me.
And in the unlikely event that I ever decide to have sex with someone in the future, I don’t feel at all like I’m lacking some essential Knowledge or Skill that would “make it good” for someone else. I fully expect to ask my partner out loud what they like and to receive an answer clearly communicated and to relax and have fun. And if it’s a disappointing experience, I’m fine with that too. It is what it is.
Sex is just not that big of a deal. I suspected it as a teen, and I’m more sure of it now. It’s fine to have it or not have it. It’s whatever.
Dancing in the Rain | Clark Kent x Reader | Drabble
Clark has been smitten with you since you turned up at the Daily Planet.
Content: fluffffff, dancing in the rain, Clark is obsessed.
For @fluffyjuly Day 17 - Dancing in the Rain | “Don't worry! It'll be fine”
And @juniebjonesin picnic blanket prompts “Don’t delete that. - I wasn’t going to.” / “You kept all of these? - Every single one.” / “That’s when it started, wasn’t it?”
Masterlist | DCU | Clark Kent
Finally, the weather broke. The heavy heat of the day thickened under rolling grey clouds and then, the heavens opened and it rained.
You stood with Clark in the entrance to the Daily Planet office and watched the raindrops bounce back up off the pavement, the scent of petricor swirling on the air.
"That's better," Clark said, "I was worried about the parks." He poked his head out, letting fat raindrops slide down his forehead and cheeks, his hair immediately curling.
"The parks?"
"The parks, there's no irrigation." He said matter of factly.
"Okay, farm boy. I'll see you tomorrow."
You looked out again and checked the clouds. No wind, endless grey. Might as well make a run for it.
You'd taken a few hurried steps out into the rain, shielding your camera bag with your arm, when Clark's hand wrapped around your arm, an umbrella materialising above you both.
"I borrowed it from the doorman." He smiled and you looked your hand through the crook of his elbow.
"Thanks, Clark, but really you don't have to walk me anywhere."
"What if I'd like to?" He looked down at you with such warmth it made you shiver in your damp shirt.
"Then I suppose that's okay."
"Good, let's cut through the park."
You rolled your eyes, Clark was always trying to escape back into something natural, the park, the zoo, he has three plants on his desk and you were sure he'd actually managed to keep them alive. It was impressive.
"You and the park, what if the river if the duck pond floods!"
"It's beautiful in the park," Clark laughed, "don't worry, it'll be fine. I'll save you from flooding duck ponds."
He was right, it was both beautiful and empty. Most people taking refuge from the rain inside the cafe or rushing back to cars and the bus stops around the edge.
Clark led you around the edge of the wide pond and stopped under a gazebo at one end.
The park was rarely this peaceful, and you couldn't help taking out your camera to take a few pictures. The ducks, the rain, the sky.
After a few moments, Clark plucked up the courage to ask to see them.
"Oh, this one's blurry," you swiped your finger over the buttons.
"Don't delete that," Clark insisted.
"I wasn't going to now, but I might later if I can't save it."
"No, I like it, it feels like running through the rain." His smile was gentle as if his mind had taken him hundreds of miles away to his own memories.
You continued to scroll and hit some more personal ones, Jimmy's birthday party, a viewing of the Baking Show finale at Lois' apartment.
Clark was surprised, "you kept all of these?"
"Every single one, I love having B role of everyone. Great for birthdays and blackmail," yoy joked. "It's nice to have memories to enjoy.
On the viewing screen there was a picture of you both taken by Jimmy at his birthday. Clark sat in Jimmy's lay-z-boy recliner, and you sat on the arm rest. You're both laughing and smiling, but while you're looking out of the frame at someone else, Clark's eyes are fixed on you.
"That's when it started—" you trailed off, but Clark understood.
"I want to save face and say yes, but I've been hopelessly smitten with you since you first walked into the Planet."
Clark's eyes are shining, despite the sky growing increasingly darker, and he doesn't look away when your mouth opens a little in surprise. Instead he curls a large palm around your waist and draws you closer again.
"I have to agree," you whispered, standing on your tiptoes and kissing Clark quickly on the cheek before running off into the rain laugh.
Clark touched his cheek and watched you spinning in circles under the rain before running to join you, sweeping you up into his arms.
I’m reading this book about the changing arctic and the author stayed with the Nunamiut people of inland alaska for a while and talked to this high school kid who was like “ugh I hate going to school in the spring I wish I was hunting caribou” and I thought that was charming. you often hear about people who are devoted to preserving their traditional culture and knowledge but it’s rare to hear about someone who’s invested in the old ways out of pure teenage selfishness. school is lame and hunting caribou is awesome
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