#((it's a cake))

[hastalahamon]

mi-ran explaining to three grown ass adult men how to survive without her for 2 days and then the three of them proceeding to be completely useless is the single most realistic thing i've ever seen in a drama.

divided by nations, united by the uselessness of men

[alphabravohotel]

Jordan Peterson Tried My New Cake Range And What Happened Next Changed My Life

Jazz Emu 

[emmashouldbewriting]

apparently scientists have determined jaffa cakes as the best biscuit for dunking in your tea. I can only deduce that they are not as smart as their jobs would have you think because who is dunking their jaffa cakes in their tea and why would you even suggest such a horror

[something-wicked-sims]

Chapter 10: Episode 1

           But all things must come to a head. Whether good or bad. Each facet of our lives is built on feeble wooden planks that bend and bow with the pressure of time. It had taken long enough, but finally the board would snap.  

            And it all started with pie.

           “You know, Laney, I shouldn’t have to tell you to make yourself useful. You’ve been with us over a month.”

           I stared at her over the thick black rims of my glasses, wondering just how foul the cauldron she’d popped out of must have been. “Yeah, Chelle,” I mocked, “I can tell my preferred route to Starbucks is no longer efficient. Back to the drawing board on that one. Let’s see, if the train leaves the station at exactly 12:00…”

           “Don’t get snarky Kerrigan.” She said, turning to her plate. “Wait. Is this key lime? I asked for French Silk!”

           “Well they didn’t have French Silk, Princess, so Your Highness got key lime.”

           “Ugh.” She pushed the plate away in disgust. And really, there’s no need to punish perfectly good pie. “Can you do anything right?”

           Okay. That’s it.

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[pjxtorres]

starter: closed for @beaumontmonroe

where: @ beau's place

It should feel a lot weirder to do this with Beau. Having dinner, sharing her work with him. They had been spending more time together now that they were in the same place and well, he didn't need to hide anymore. At first it panicked her because she wasn't sure what it meant for them but after the second or third time they slept together, PJ realized that maybe the excitement around being with Beau wasn't just in the secrecy and hiding around. She actually kinda liked him for real. Which, if you knew anything about the woman, it was a nightmare for her.

But was she going to say no to free food and sex? Well, apparently no because here she was at Beau's door with a folder in her purse, a bag with dessert and her boobs almost all out of the tiny dress she was wearing. Thank god for warmer weather. "*Traje tres leches for dessert!" She said as soon as the door was open, practically shoving the bag in Beau's face but put it down to lean in a kiss him.