#kfff

I tried to make compostable paperclay out of newspaper, cornstarch and tapioca starch and some baking soda and it must’ve been over 50 tries with various recipes ranging from those diy super strong glue paste to joni’s recipe to the usual cold porcelain clay, but replacing the PVA glue with tapioca starch glue so that i can cook up a cheap batch any day and chuck failed sculptures in the garden.

i feel like im almost there at a good recipe that holds detailed forms and doesnt lose consistency over 12 hrs (bc tapioca glue tends to release water and become soggy) and i keep trying at it every fucking day for months and its prolly over 50 iterations lateri keep feeling like im almost there at a good enough recipe but not quite and its not even a fun clay to use and its driving me crazy because how possible it seems yet impossible to achieve and im really at my wits end if this recipe turns out still shite im gonna just give up everything and buy commercial paperclay so that im actually able to sculpt SOMETHING

the fuckiest thing is that i have some successes but its not good enough and the hope it gives is what makes me wanna waste more materials at it this is fucking crazy inane and insane fk this shit fuck it very much

RECIPE:

1:1 ratio of newspaper pulp to starch dough

1 tsp of baking soda or enough to kill anything that tries to eat it

1 tablespoon of nivea cream to loosen paper pulp chunks

instructions: 1.Newspaper pulp, blend with water thoroughly and squeezed as dry as you can

2. 1:4:4 ratio of tapioca starch to cornstarch to water by volume, mix well and cook on stove until it forms a firm pliable dough

3. Crumble up the newspaper pulp and mix to dough, add nivea cream and baking soda

4. Knead 9999 times until its a homogenous dough

5. Use immediately or store in the freezer

6. Experiment with the clay and air dry the creation for 48 hr or more until thoroughly dry

Good to Better to Best...

Summary: After returning home early from a benefit that he didn't want to go to, TJ finds a surprise waiting for him inside his apartment.Rating: Explicit Warnings: N/ALength: 3.2k 1/1 Chapters complete

Sample: While his heart pounded with recognition, Johnny’s mouth curved into that cool, easy smile of his.

“Oh, wow,” he said. “TJ Hammond?”

“I…” TJ shifted his feet. “Um, yes. I know, uh, I know your sister. And her husband.”

Johnny nodded and flashed a heart-melting smile. “Right, right. Sue’s told me a lot about you.”

That had to be a lie. Or, given what TJ knew about Johnny Storm, a line. Everything he knew about the guy screamed player. Different date on his arm at every event he attended. Always a date, never a relationship either. Not something TJ needed to get involved with, even with those deep, gorgeous blue eyes tugging at his belly already.

“Yeah.” TJ glanced down at his shoes. “Anyway, sorry I bumped into you. I should get back to--”

“Hey, no, don’t go.” Johnny took hold of his shoulder to keep him from rushing away. Funny enough, he’d let go the second TJ tensed under his easy grip and held his palms out in apology. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to… you wanna grab a drink with me?” The second the words were out, Johnny’s eyes went wide with horror. “I mean… a soda or something. Not… that kinda drinks, of course. Cause you… no… um… shit.” His eyes squeezed closed. “Fuck, Johnny, you idiot…”

TJ had grinned. From what he did know about Johnny, the man was flirty and cool and confident. The guy in front of him continued to fumble over more apologies and half-spoken words. TJ grinned.

“Are you hitting on me, Johnny Storm?”

Johnny’s mouth hung open.

“Yeah,” he said when he snapped it closed. Smiled back and shrugged. “Whaddya say?”

Keep Calm and Bake...

Summary: After fighting for several days, Sebastian and Chris find new ways to come to make amends

Rating: ExplicitWarnings: N/ALength: 4.1k 1/1 chapters complete Sample:

He’s in the middle of frosting the cupcakes with chocolate icing when the front door opens. Sebastian’s spine stiffens and he turns just enough so that he’s not quite facing the hall, but can still get a glimpse of Chris when he comes in. That’s assuming it is Chris and not some intruder, but from the sounds of the keys hitting the glass bowl in the entryway and soft clunk of shoes on the hardwood floors, Sebastian’s going to assume it’s Chris.

Sebastian takes a quick glimpse over his shoulder when he hears Chris in the hall. Though Chris is definitely walking slower than usual -- and maybe, possibly, perhaps, even trying to take a glimpse over at Sebastian as he walks -- he doesn’t stop or say anything.

Anger boils through Sebastian’s chest. This silent treatment thing they’ve got going on has reached its limit. For him, anyway.

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“Good,” Steve drawls in response to Bucky’s agreement. Hot and steamy as he eases the aneros out of Bucky’s ass. “Cause I got something new for round two.”

“N-new?”

The only answer Bucky gets to that is another one of Steve’s patent smirk. A devious lift of his eyebrows and a finger running along his lower lip. Bucky makes an attempt to suck Steve’s finger into his mouth, but he pulls it away too quickly and wags it at him.

“Mm-mm,” he scolds. “You’ll get me later. If you behave.”

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During every commercial break, Steve starts rocking his hips. Long, rhythmic movements while he holds Bucky’s arms behind his back and strokes his hand over Bucky’s cock. And every time the movie comes back on he stops and shushes Bucky if he makes any sort of noise.

Half the movie’s over now and Bucky’s slick and sticky with sweat and he’s not sure if anyone’s ever exploded from needing to come so badly, but he might. He swears, he’s going to be the first to ever blow up into a million pieces all because stupid Steve Rogers keeps stopping so he can watch The Princess Bride.

“Steve…” Bucky whines. Head spinning and limbs shaking. “Sir, Please…”

“Sh,” Steve shushes. “I’m watching a movie, sweet boy. You don’t want me to miss it, do you?”

“I…” Fuck. Fuck, there’s no right answer to that. Saying yes’ll just make Steve do something more tormenting. Saying no means that Steve will keep up this torture. Really, it’s decisions like this that’ll drive a man crazy. But since Steve expects an answer, Bucky settles with, “пожалуйста…”

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Steve sighs and says something too hushed for Bucky to really catch. Next thing Bucky knows, they’re crossing the living room and entering the kitchen. A chair scratches loudly against the floor as it’s pulled out from the table, and Steve lowers Bucky onto it, then goes over to the sink.

Excitement flutters through Bucky’s stomach. This is how they play the game. He always hates the ending, but it starts like this. With soft touches and sweet declarations.

Bucky gets out of the chair Steve’s left him in and slowly reaches for the back of Steve’s neck. Just to place his fingers there like he did when Steve was small and skinny. Except this time, when Bucky reaches out, Steve turns back around and Bucky’s fingers collide with his cheek.

“Oh!” Bucky exclaims as Steve fumbles to keep his hold on the glass of water he’s got his hands. “M’sorry.” He spits a giggle. “I didn’t mean to, uh, to…”

“It’s alright.” Steve hands the glass over. “Here. Drink this.”

Bucky glances at the offer. It’s probably a good idea. Especially with the room starting to spin around him the way it is. He takes the glass and sips from it. Or gulps. Some of it dribbles down his chin. Steve’s thumb wipes it away. And Bucky freezes.

They’re very close to each other. Closer than they’ve been in weeks. The heat from Steve’s body gently touches Bucky’s skin. Makes the hair rise on his arms. Steve is watching him oddly. With this strange look in his eyes. An old look. One Bucky can remember, even drunk on Asgardian mead.