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The Centaurs are asked to do one of those sexy pin-up charity calendars and a photographer gets brought in to take the pictures.

The guys are goofing around, sitting in on each other's sessions and making jokes, and generally being a pain in the ass. The photographer has just about run out of patience when finally it's Shane's turn.

Shane, consummate professional that he is, locks in. It's a little bit embarrassing to be doing this in front of the guys, sure, but he's got a decade's experience here. He can easily compartmentalize.

The photographer is ecstatic that someone is finally taking this seriously! It doesn't even matter that the room his filled with hockey players wolf whistling and shouting "Looking good, Hollzy!" because Shane hits every pose and makes every adjustment and is generally just a dream to work with. (It also doesn't hurt that he's so easy on the eyes.)

Ilya finds the whole thing fun at first but his expression is stormy by the end and when Shane finally gets cleared to leave the set, he's positively pouting.

"What's the matter?" Shane asks quietly as soon as they're in the hallway.

"You liked that?" Ilya asks. "Taking his directions?"

Shane rolls his eyes. He can't believe he thought something was seriously wrong. "Oh my god, you're ridiculous."

"Is a simple question!"

"I was just doing my job. It's not like I was having fun."

"Could have fooled me," Ilya mutters bitterly. "You were being very good for him, doing whatever he told you."

Shane's cheeks go hot, a Pavlovian reaction to Ilya telling him he's good even though it's wrapped up in the pettiest, most stupid accusation.

"You know I've done this like a hundred times, right? There is nothing special about this specific photographer."

Ilya's eyebrows rise. "You would go to your knees for any man who asked you, as long as he's holding a camera?"

Maybe there had been a pose or two involving Shane on his knees. That doesn't make this tantrum of Ilya's any less stupid- although looking at him now, Shane's not sure if he's still just pissed or if he's talked himself around into being horny about it, too. Ilya does have a tendency to do that.

Shane really shouldn't be encouraging this. But then again, "Why don't you take me home and try it?"

Ilya curses under his breath, then grabs Shane's hand and practically drags him out to the car.

cringefailcuck

im a tually gonna fucking do things.

will-the-wise-byers

I wanted to draw a moving picture🙌

shut-up-gwen

Ilya: this guy is cute, I should start a stationary bike race so he knows I want to get sweaty together

Ilya: that didn’t quite work. Maybe I should just give him the eye? While I tell him I hope he likes his new city?

Ilya: okay. But surely if I make him drink from my water bottle and brush his fingers when passing it over…?

Ilya: call him pretty. To his face. No way he can miss that

Ilya: desperate measures, I’ll have to tell him I orchestrated this whole ad campaign just so I could see him again

Ilya: WHAT IF I STARTED JERKING OFF IN THESE COMUNAL SHOWERS?

shanastoryteller

is there anyone out there with a nyt cooking subscription

will they send me the chamomile tea cake with strawberry icing recipe

alexseanchai

This buttery, chamomile tea-scented loaf is a sweet pop symphony, the Abba of cakes. A pot of flowery, just-brewed chamomile isn’t required for drinking with slices of this tender loaf but is strongly recommended. In life and in food, you always need balance: A sip or two of the grassy, herbal tea between bites of this cake counters the sweetness, as do freeze-dried strawberries, which lend tartness and a naturally pink hue to the lemony glaze. This everyday loaf will keep on the counter for 3 to 4 days; be sure the cut side is always well wrapped.

Ingredients Yield: One 9-inch loaf ½ cup/115 grams unsalted butter 2 tablespoons/6 grams chamomile tea (from 4 to 6 tea bags), crushed fine if coarse 1 cup/240 milliliters whole milk Nonstick cooking spray 1 cup/200 grams granulated sugar ½ teaspoon coarse kosher salt 2 large eggs 1 large lemon 2 teaspoons baking powder 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract 1½ cups/192 grams all-purpose flour 1 cup/124 grams confectioners’ sugar ½ cup/8 grams freeze-dried strawberries

Preparation Step 1 In a small saucepan, melt the butter over medium heat. Add 1 tablespoon chamomile to a large mixing bowl. Pour the hot melted butter over the chamomile and stir. Set aside to steep and cool completely, about 1 hour. Step 2 Use the same saucepan (without washing it out) to bring the milk to a simmer over medium-high heat, keeping watch so it doesn’t boil over. Remove from the heat, and stir the remaining 1 tablespoon chamomile into the hot milk. Set aside to steep and cool completely, about 1 hour. Step 3 Heat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 9-by-5-inch loaf pan with the nonstick cooking spray and line with parchment paper so the long sides of the pan have a couple of inches of overhang to make lifting the finished cake out easier. Step 4 Add the sugar and salt to the bowl with the butter, and whisk until smooth and thick, about 1 minute. Add the eggs, 1 at a time, vigorously whisking to combine after each addition. Zest the lemon into the bowl; add the baking powder and vanilla, and whisk until incorporated. Add the flour and stream in the milk mixture while whisking continuously until no streaks of flour remain. Step 5 Transfer the batter to the prepared pan and bake until a skewer or cake tester inserted in the center comes out clean (a few crumbs are OK, but you should see no wet batter), 40 to 45 minutes. Cool in the pan on a rack for 30 minutes. Step 6 While the cake cools, make the icing: Into a medium bowl, squeeze 2 tablespoons juice from the zested lemon, then add the confectioners’ sugar. Place the dehydrated strawberries in a fine-mesh sieve set over the bowl and, using your fingers, crush the brittle berries and press the red-pink powder through the sieve and into the sugar. (The more you do this, the redder your icing will be.) Whisk until smooth. Step 7 If needed, run a knife along the edges of the cake to release it from the pan. Holding the 2 sides of overhanging parchment, lift the cake out and place it on a plate, cake stand or cutting board. Discard the parchment. Pour the icing over the cake, using a spoon to push the icing to the edges of the cake to encourage the icing to drip down the sides dramatically. Cool the cake completely and let the icing set.

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We out here torrenting recipes now? Reblog

bullofthestarrysky

@mrs-bingley

ignescent

Reminder - in the US, you can't copyright recipes. (This is why online recipes tend to have stories wrapped around them - you /can/ copyright the story. But the recipe directions are exempt from copyright.

icantspellthings

Oh my godddddd

spaceoddity6

will looks at my mike like he’s sorry for loving him and mike looks at will like he wants to know why he’s always so sorry

bluegiragi

mafia au where shane is the first and only son of the Hollander family and Ilya is the second son and star-sharpshooter of the Rozanovs.

They both have their own share of pressure on their shoulders, but only one of them seems invested in their family's future...

see the next part early on patreon

alanaisalive

The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

iguanamouth

oh shit

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alanaisalive

As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.

docd666

Y'all know what to do Tumblr.

humblebumble023

Small comci based on this tweet

mikewheelerisaqueerler

hey remember when mike literally dragged a half conscious will away from the battlefield cause that was some serious paladin cleric shit

domi--mi

it was brought to my attention (by me) I never drew girl miwi and this canon event in every saphhic's life came to mind

flickergatedaughter

@bipbopboohoo us when lesmiwi 🥹💗🌷☀️❤️

bipbopboohoo

@flickergatedaughter aawwww absolutely 🌱💞☀️💙💛

flickergatedaughter

@bipbopboohoo my willow 🥹🥹💛💛

chameleonsd1sh

thinking about will intentionally nudging mike into subspace… like the party’s hanging out in mike’s basement and will starts small, telling mike to do things for him, like go fetch a drink, go get a sweater, sit on the ground by his knee, etc. little things all evening.

at first will just says stuff like thanks, mike’s too good to him, making him preen and try to hide a grin, but gradually he’s lowering his voice with it, eventually just whispering praise in his ear, saying he’s so perfect, he listens so well, such a good boy, so good for him…

mike’s getting quiet, disoriented, struggling to keep his wits around the party (they notice, obviously, and tease him for losing his train of thought or jumping at whatever will asks, but caring’s hard as his brain mellows and he can’t find words and just wants to be good)

all night will’s been adding soft touches, a possessive hand around the back of the neck, hair ruffles, and eventually he gives his hair a sharp tug and mike’s goneeee, eyes glazed, leaning against will’s leg on the floor all floaty and hazy, barely supporting his own weight…

when max teases that he hasn’t said a word in over an hour, mike doesn’t respond, just keeps gazing up at will, who’s gently petting his hair and smiling at how relaxed and willing to please he is. will didn’t even have an ulterior motive, honestly. he just likes him like this :]