I’m legit just about to fall asleep and honestly it is so many other ppls fault for getting me thinking about Andrew and Neil and marriage BUT:
• Neil texts Kevin 911
• Kevin arrives out of breath and panicked
• Neil’s holding a cat and Andrew is smoking
• “can you be a witness?”
• “Jesus Christ. What did you do. Where’s the body”
• “no Kevin just sign your name here – yeah just there – ok now me – now Andrew – k done. You can go now.”
• Kevin’s literally all the way home before he realizes he has no idea what he just signed up to
• kind of chalks it up to an out of body experience
• says nothing about it for literally a month until he sees Neil and Andrew’s hands
• the ring on Andrew’s finger is black and kind of wide
• Neil’s is slim and silver and kind of uneven
• Kevin’s like “what the fuck are those?”
• Nicky: “oh yeah they got married. Told no one”
• Neil just looks at him like ////????//
• “Kevin you were THERE? Your name is literally on the marriage certificate”
• Kevin has to go for a long walk
I didn’t think Justice could be done in days like these. I thought Truth was always crushed beneath the hobnailed boots of The Corporate Man. But, tonight? After this? My life begins anew.
rose tyler becoming bad wolf and saying “YOU ARE TINY. I CAN SEE THE WHOLE OF TIME AND SPACE. EVERY SINGLE ATOM OF YOUR EXISTENCE, AND I DIVIDE THEM” and proceeding to obliterate half a million daleks in a matter of seconds is the original Big Dick Energy
Me: What temperature should Brussels sprouts roast at again? My brain: IDK, 500? Me: Really?! ADHD: You don’t need to double check that, it’ll be fine Me, a fucking idiot about to make charcoal: Okay!
350 for 10 minutes
ADHD blows when it comes to cook times and double checking your info.
HOWEVER! You can always put a note on your oven that says “350 for ten minutes”
It is a fairly rare day that anything you cook needs to be much higher than 350 degrees, and most loose things like veggies and chopped up meat will cook at that temp between 10-30 minutes.
So! If you have no fuckin’ clue how long you should cook your pile of veggies, bacon + potatoes, or whatever, grease it, spice it up, wrap it in tin foil so it doesn’t dry out, and stick it in the oven at 350 for… ten-ish minutes.
After your ten-minute timer beeps at you, Check how it’s cooking and then add another 5-10 minutes of cook time if it isn’t quite done yet. Rinse and Repeat until that shit’s cooked
Opening the oven will let some of the heat out, but if you’re not cooking something crazy delicate, it honestly doesn’t matter that much.
— It’s always good to check the internet “How long should I cook x in the oven?” Especially with more delicate things like baked goods.
However, I’ve managed to cook some pretty tasty coconut sugar cookies with zero measuring cups and “fuckit, 350 for 10 minutes” – As well as various pizzas, casseroles, different roasted veggie mixes, and more.
Toss stuff in oil and some spices, wrap in foil, and go to town.
Brussel sprouts in particular take around 30 minutes at 350 because they’re real dense in the middle.
Chopped Potatoes is 30 minutes at 350 – Likewise ‘cause root veggies are dense af
Acorn Squash halves (seeds removed) for 30-40 minutes
Whole Carrots is about 30 minutes at 350
Asparagus is 10 minutes at 350
Broccoli is 15 minutes at 350
Bacon is 10 minutes (or a lil more if you like em crispy)
Zucchini wedges are 15 minutes
Sugar cookies: 10 minutes
‘toss shit together’ Cassarole : 15 minutes uncovered to toast the cheese on top, 15 minutes covered with foil
Salmon: wrapped in tin foil!!! for 25 minutes.
Pizza: 10-15 minutes depending on how many toppings you loaded up and how thick the crust is. Poke the center of the pizza to test cooking – you don’t want it doughy.
Notice all the ‘Multiples of 5′ we’ve got going on. Nothing is THAT accurate – we’re estimating based on averages, but all ovens will distribute heat in different ways, so exact cook time always varies.
As you cook things in 10-minute intervals, you’ll start to get a sense for which things need more cook time – judging by the density of the flesh, how much you’re putting in the oven at once, and experience with cooking that stuff in the past.
I love that age when little girls get really weird and mystical and savage
Like nine through eleven years old, those are some weird years for us
When I was 9-10 I read The Egypt Game and The Headless Cupid, taught myself hieroglyphics, and decided to practice witchcraft
The past three years, my son has come home telling me about the girls he knows, who are: 1. possessed by a demon controlled by a button at the back of her neck, 2. haunted by a dead aunt, and 3. converse regularly with the dead.
I used to talk to bees by running in circles of their dance patterns
this is my new favourite post omg ♡♡♡
girlhood in it’s natural unbridled state is magical
never forget the mysticism of girlhood
When I was that age, I started hiding part of my supper so later that night I could put food on the wood pile for the monsters. I was worried they were hungry.
When I was that age, my friends and I would talk to ghosts at recess and pick herbs and do spells in each other’s backyards.
andrew absolutely is the kind of pet owner to let his pets get away everything. like he’ll curse and insult the shit out of them 24/7, but will he ever do anything to stop them from being stupid? the answer is no
andrew: [reading a book in bed] sir fat cat: [sits down on his open book and stares up at him] andrew, doing absolutely nothing to dislodge the cat: you’re so fucking dumb. you can’t even read