How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
What Happens when Mutants Get Drunk(Reader Insert)*WARNING! KETCHUP VIOLENCE UP AHEADWhat Happens when Mutants Get Drunk(Reader Insert)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"STOP IT, SENSEI!" Donnie cries as he watches the elderly rat twerking and laughing away. It
made it worse as the other three were drunk also. Raph was singing We Can't Stop with Mikey.
"We can't Stop~" Raph slurred as he sang. "And we won't stop~!" Mikey laughs as he sang.
"Just stop, for the sake of everyone." I muttered as I was dragging Leo to his room to put
him to bed. It didn't help as he was flirting with me along the way. "We goin' in my room?" Leo smirks. Bitch please.
I kept dragging him, until Donnie screams. "HOLY SHELL!" He exclaims.
I dropped Leo and quickly run in. Oh my god...
Splinter had a beer bottle and was singing, while having an arm wrapped around Donatello.
"My milkshake brings Shredder to the yard, and And they're like, it's better than yours,
Damn right it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I have to charge~!" He sings, using the beer bottle as a microphone.
Donnie sure look kind o
Never The Gold.I want my silver back,Never The Gold.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to melt it down and forge a new connection
With someone else.
I want all the precious bits of myself
that I so willingly quarried for you.
I want my silver back.
ShameSat at five am eating a cheese burger with a knife and fork - my mum walks in. She doesn't question it but nonetheless it's suddenly impossible to swallow as my throat fills with shame and contracts with the strength of my self loathing. What are you doing? I am not sure, I was anxious so I couldn't sleep and suddenly the idea popped into my head and then it was all I could think about until eventually I figured I wouldn't get to sleep unless I got it over with.Shame2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, often, I cry when I eat. As I put larded handfuls to my lips I hear someone in my head screaming; what are you doing?
I feel nauseous now. Not intentionally, although I am certain that my binge eating is both emotional and disorderly, but as a pool of disgust wriggles in my flabby stomach.
I try to be honest, in fact I am known for it, but every once in a while I write something so true that the thought of releasing an inventory of my flaws into a starscape of eager critics makes me sick to my eyeballs, so I close th
Childish Literary GamesAll my life I have dreamt of love. I repeated scenarios in my mind until they sang pitch perfect a vibrato across an otherwise empty stage. Two particular fancies stayed in my mind often, lingering long after closing time to comfort me. I would dream of a man's confettied confession of love. He would cough it out and the blood of it, the reality of it, would slide down his chin and onto his shirt. It would be a palpable, palpitable love. He would say it to someone else and not know I was listening, and in turning our eyes would meet and the world would drain away, as a body prepped for fire.Childish Literary Games3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My other dream was better. I would dream of a complicated scenario in which this man had to deny his love for me, or else I would be killed. I thought of filigree tangled emotions and situations and his looking me in the eye to tell me that he never loved me since the moment he saw me. I dreamt of knowing, and of allowing the truth to remain hidden, a seed tucked under a lung, under a rib, u
TryingToSleepSo I lie in bed and trying to fall asleep,TryingToSleep6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but when I close my eyes I see what I need.
And I know these feelings are true,
because when I close my eyes all I see is you.
I dont know why you were on my thoughts since last week,
but I know seeing you is better then counting sheep.
So I pick up my pillow and straighten my sheet,
I guess I will look at you till I fall asleep.
FrostBeneath saw-dust skiesFrost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the petals
Of distant and haunted gardens,
That are never quite real.
When the sun climbs
And through the slats of my sister’s apartment window,
I claw at the fake mink bed-spread,
Watch dust particles come to rest.
I fall asleep and
You visit me
In my dreamscapes,
Your soul in a strange, alien-animal:
I know it’s you,
With a body full of
The ghost of lettersOnce again Im right here in this place with no track of time...The ghost of letters6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once again Im writing things no one can hear or care about...
Im hiding behind my letters, Im hiding behind the night, Im finding myself alone having this thoughts of lies and lost loves...
Sometimes I do wonder, why am I so lonely?
Why am I so scare?
I could talk to someone, I could say hey..
But then I remember, hey they dont really care, they dont really hear you say hey?...
I try to tell myself that is alright to be alone, that is alright to be locked up, I try to tell myself that this feelings would go away, If only I pretend like I dont care, it might be true someday...
I find myself so away and so distant from everything, from everyone, being like a ghost that only goes out at night and walks slowy so no one can hear her...
I live my days feeling numb, feeling closed, feeling my lips seal with stones...
Im like a warrior that got tired of war...
Im like a doll that got tired of being called not goog enough...
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeNecromancy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
Heart:a rebellionHeart:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
No oneMy lovers areNo one5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cheap and nasty,
(Un)finished spent projects.
Have found their tombs,
Where no cries are heard from
Balmy florist varieties:
They simply stare
Like puzzled psychologists,
Their mouths in a silent
Conversation with the sun.
To ogle and feel between my fingers
Like ridiculous souvenirs.
The ground is level
The lottery ticks over
she threw loveshe threw love at the trees and watched it tangle in the branches, and cling like dew drops on the leaves. love belonged there.she threw love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
love belonged with the trees.
she threw love at the children and watched them dance around with it twirling behind them like ribbons, and tied in their hair. love belonged there.
love belongs with the children
she threw love at the sea and watched it sink and swirl in the waves, and follow the schools of the fish through the corals and the weeds. love belonged there.
love belongs in the sea.
she threw love at a window. a car. a park bench.
she threw love at anything but you. because love doesn't belong with you.
honesty isn't a weaknessI have a headache and not enough timehonesty isn't a weakness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to explain the irony of how I want to be
every pretentious poet making art out of
themselves, cutting open their side and writing
in blood and pixie dust; or how difficult
it is to make a good allegory out of carsickness
and household complacency. this
is every secret I ever hid. when I was 9
someone dissected the world in front of me,
showed me it was a living, wanting thing
and that I was just a lonely cell, functioning
through my dysfunction; when I was 11
the boy I liked told me he’d be interested
if I were prettier and I learned starvation
was more a state of mind than a presence
of being. when I was 13 I researched the lethality
of cleaning products, because god, I felt so dirty,
and nothing can clean you more than a couple cupfuls
of bleach. when I was 15 I was old and decrepit
and mostly dead, returning from war with flowers
for graves that weren’t filled and a heart of
tragedy, vulnerable and draped in every shade
of mourning f
roadkillYou told meroadkill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was November’s ambrosia
sweet on your tongue.
But now all I feel
is discord, sieging
the 3,000 year old tree
inside of me.-
Centuries to grow so tall
9 mere minutes to
You no longer smile anymore.
And I am here,
silent as stone-
the carcass of a dead...
hoping you don't leave me
on the side of the road.
Ode To Ryan DunnHe was a legend among legendsOde To Ryan Dunn5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He took many hits from riot pellets
Who did outrageous stunts
Even stuffed a toy car up his rear
He was a Jackass member until the end
Friend to Bam Margera and Johnny Knoxville
Who was part of the CKY crew
That made us laugh and cringe on Jackass
He rocked Viva La Bam
With Bam whom he tagged along
On his crazy misadventures
Even messing with Vito
He did many crazy stunts
Stuff that was impossible
But for the brave and crazy
They saw it as the possible
He was host of Proving Ground
When it first premired
It featured Mario Kart
Which he so rocked
Now Dunn is gone
He's up in heaven
Probably playing pranks
On the angels as we speak
You made us laugh
Made us sick to our stomachs
You were a great man
Without you here
Jackass won't be the same
But the legacy we'll live on
For your spirit we'll be with them
Everyone on Earth
Who has seen Jackass
We'll miss you very much
May you find peace in heaven
Rest in Peace Random Hero
Your heroic deeds we'll be fo
MushroomsMushrooms9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Ninnik Nishukan
When Ukyo comes to visit Ranma, what she finds is the little boy that she met in the street a few days ago the one who looked just like her Ranchan.
Except it's not just a look-alike; she's staring into the face of the little boy from her past, the one who left her crying in the mud.
As Akane explains everything to her, about the mushrooms and all, her mind goes slightly blank. This is simply too unreal, too much for her to handle, and so she turns to the only thing she can rely on, has relied on before; anger.
If Ryoga hadn't been stupid enough to eat those mushrooms in the first place, none of this would have-- she is going to KILL--
As she turns to leave, however, her eyes stray to the corner of the room out of their own volition and she sees another little boy sitting crouched together, facing the wall, shoulders hunched up and trembling, and at the sight of this...
She sees the black and yellow bandanna, sees the sh
gonethat limp,gone5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left warbling on my desk
where the glass
went sick with longing -
how do we start over?
your note said it all
when you put down the pen
and I could feel the air
forget your name,
coals in the grate
hissing their warning
like a dirge.
i was born too late
and the robins bare mourning
on their breasts
your feet always knew
the way home,
fighting their instincts,
with the purge
of simple lies
crushed under them
like the lost gift
she had a habit of making stars cryprobably could've settled forshe had a habit of making stars cry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
less than mine, but there's
a tongue-tied night sky
crying to the moon and
its narrating defenses
against my remarks, comments
never too dark to notice the spark, dead
shooting stars have been
trying to prove. to me, it takes
more than will to move
the north to the south, no field will
help you, no power will allow you,
no words will let you.
should've stuck to rhyming for
catharsis and, let the night cry to
a fraudulent sun and
found comfort in anonymity to
hang on some more; should've quit
being a witness before i
fell to the floor. should've opened
before popping those pills and let
drag reluctance until it
swam into ripples too perfect for
the moon, and stayed to hold the
stars when they fell
into our lagoon.
probably could've lied about
discovery and the Nile, probably would've
granted every wish worth the while. could've
said the day was too dark for the
night, could've stopped the moon from
settling to surviv
Vampire Hunt-Chap 1Title: Vampire HuntVampire Hunt-Chap 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rating: M for blood, there will be alot and smut xD(also language xDD)
Disclamer: I do not own CoVT or Bleach
A/N: A cross over idea I came up with :3 Fans who like Bleach or Chronicals of Valdinir Tod will like this. If you like both please enjoy
I sat in the classroom looking around. Fuck I can't believe this. I'm a vampire sitting here covered in sunblock(head to toe) and I'm just here waiting for class to end. Lunch was next and I'm abit excited. Not that I'll show it but there was a delicious berry before me. Kurosaki Ichigo. Fuck that boy's blood was so good smelling I could just bite him right there. But NO his over protective twin brothers Kon and Ogihci sat on both sides of him. Kon on the left and Ogihci on the right. Curse them and their blood type. God all three were A. Fucking A. Thats my favorite type of blood. Yes I fee
what wrecked was:what wrecked was: the cars the dog two boys three girlswhat wrecked was:5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
plus me, a gallon of oatmeal shampoo ( spewed ) my mad scientist kit
from within the car: heard, no - felt the metal twist, our bodies missed except
by seat belts and bags filled with air smoke and smell.
On second look,
Sadie: cut, and my knee bruised, this feeling in my gut, blood thumping through
my heart a still-stampede. breathe. breathe. strangers help me ( three ) while
steady on the curb the children sit, one dripping blood the rest un-hit.
I don't speak to them I am shook, and ( true ) mad and