#midnightfragments

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Milk chocolate cake

@midnightfragments 

Here’s the recipe you asked for in English! I kept the metric measurements for grams and deciliters, if you use a different system, please find a converter. I’m not familiar with all the kitchen/baking terms but I hope this is clear enough!

Recipe (from here) under the cut

Ingredients:

4,5 dl wheat (all-purpose) flour

4,5 dl sugar

2 dl cocoa powder

2 teaspoons vanilla sugar (or 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract)

2 teaspoons baking powder

1,5 teaspoons baking soda

1 tsp salt

2 dl milk

1 dl vegetable oil

2 dl coffee

2 eggs

 Frosting

2 dl cream 

300 g milk chocolate

400 g cream cheese (Philadelphia)

1 dl confectioner’s sugar

 On top

100 g milk chocolate

cocoa powder

 Line a springform cake tin with parchment paper.

Mix the dry ingredients in a large bowl. Add milk, oil, coffee and eggs and mix together. Pour into the cake tin and bake in 175 degrees C  (350 F? check!) for  40-50 minutes.

Leave to cool well.

Frosting: Whip the cream. Melt the chocolate in a microwave oven or over boiling water. Mix the cream cheese and confectioner’s sugar well with a cake mixer. Add melted chocolate and stir together. Stir the whipped cream in carefully.

Cut the cake into two or three layers. Spread half (I guess 2/3 if you have three layers!) of the frosting between the layers, the other half on the cake. Garnish with cocoa powder and chocolate.

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[steelwater]

3, 25, 30, 40 (and you better have Stevie and Xabi in there!)

3. Who’s your favourite player, all categories?

Steve Gerrard, Gerrad, he’s big and he’s fucking hard.

25. What position would/do you play if you were/are a footballer?

I think attacking midfielder.

30. How many football shirts do you own?

Five. Four Liverpool shirts. One with Gerrard on the back and one with Meireles. The other two have no name on the back. A Real Madrid one that my brother bought me with Alonso on the back.

40. Put together your dream XI.

This is just so general, I don’t know. Just put some good players.

Reina

Agger         Marcelo         Lahm

Gerrard         Xabi          Mane     Coutinho          

Salah        Firmino        Dalglish

[carraville]

Hi! First of all, I just want to say I am in love with your fics and your writing and I don't know how I lived my life before I found your fics. Second, I wanted to ask for permission to translate some of your fics to Hebrew? I thought to start with strangeways, here we come, but I thought to ask in advance for working on others as well... Whatever your answer is, let me just say again how much I love your fics! Thank you for sharing them for everyone to enjoy! ♥

Ahh! Yes please go ahead! 

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Let Us Cling Together (as the years go by)

Title: Let Us Cling Together (as the years go by)

Author: MidnightFragments (tumblr)

Pairing: Sanada Genichirou/Yukimura Seiichi, Sanada Genichirou/OFC

Rating: PG

Word count:~9K

Warnings: None

Summary: Yukimura wakes up after seven years of being in a coma, and Sanada’s life turn upside down.

Personal opinion: Yukimura wakes up after 7 years to find himself a teenager in the mind of a man in his mid-twenties, having risked everything for a sport he can no longer play, caring about an adolescent’s problems when the people who shared them have grown up, loving a boy who has moved on and living in a world that no longer exists. The scenario is incredibly happy, yet painfully sad. An alternative-timeline story. 

Submitted by runningecho. (Thank you so much for sumbitting this you have no idea how happy I was seeing my own fic! Thank you!)

[midnight-clocks]

I wish. Sometimes I wish. Like a child I wish but with the want of an adult. An eager and greedy wishful, like a boy, but with the desire, this outright need for you, that burns and fuels this man.

m-c

[midnight-clocks]

See, the thing is... I don't want to just tell you a story when you ask for one. Not really. What I want, no, what I long for is to whisper a tale of desire that contains no words at all. Where lips become something  from which art emerges, calligraphy strokes whispered across your collar bone, along your neckline. No words, no sound, just the press of skin to skin, as this want is  written and breathed to life. I want to kiss sonnets along the length of your legs. Resting, for just a heartbeat, at the backs of your knees before continuing once more. I'm no musician, Baby, but I've lyrics I'd sing to the contours of your hips and the inner curves of your thighs. You want a story, well Darlin', I want beat poetry pressed deep into the pages of your sex. Open up to me, and I'll tell you this isn't a bedtime story, I'll be writing it well into the hours of the morning before I'm done.

-- midnight-clocks

[midnight-clocks]

You would do well with being devoured like one would read a book that cannot be set down.

Your binding gripped firmly while your pages are eagerly turned with greedy, feverish, saliva-moistened fingertips.

Drinking deeply from each intoxicating sentence. Ravenously feasting on, chapter after chapter, the complexities of your characters. Savoring the tang of their faults and the sweetness in their victories.

-- midnight-clocks