#makicarn

HI MAKI!! Thank you for the ask :D

Favourite candy in general is chocolate, but the specifics depend a bit on mood, I think? I don't really have one consistent favourite bar. Right now for example I might go with twirls, because I've just been talking about them (have you had these?? I don't think they're easy to come by outside the UK?)

They are crumbly and fun to eat, and because of the thin layers of folded chocolate you get a more intense flavour than with a solid bar. ALSO @sideguitars and I were talking about their possible suitability as another drinking straw food, and if THAT works then they definitely deserve some appreciation (speaking of which, you should add this to your list of straw foods to try too! We can go up the scale from wafer-no-chocolate to wafer-and-chocolate to chocolate-no-wafer and compare notes)

BISCUITS (I'm assuming we mean british biscuits/cookies by this and not the scone-type american kind?). I'm tempted to say jaffa cakes just for the fun of the controversy, except that would be a lie, and also I am on the side of jaffa-cakes-as-cakes so I can't bring myself to do it.

As an excessive chocolate fiend I think often what makes a superior biscuit is piling as much chocolate as you can get away with onto it while still fitting the definition of "biscuit" rather than "chocolate bar"

Like these, for example:

For a more every day biscuit though... I enjoy the dismantle-ability of a sandwich biscuit (bourbons, oreos, custard creams). A standard chocolate digestive is also an excellent work horse of a biscuit. Good for dipping. Good on its own. Good for s'mores if you're that way inclined. Also good for arguing about which side is the top, which can be a fun time.

Dear Maki, there are so many good options!! I tend to make a few staple types of cookies to divvy up between each gift box, and then do a few different kinds every year.

I always make molasses cookies (half-dipped in white chocolate), chocolate crinkles, and gingerbread people. (I also make chocolate peppermint fudge every year but that's not a holiday cookie haha)

Some recurring kinds that I like to include but don't always are peanut butter cookies (with a hersey kiss on top:)), peppermint patties (like the candy but HOMEMADE SO THEY'RE BETTER), and lemon cookies (not really a holiday-esque cookie but they're one of my specialties so whatever).

(I also make pumpkin bread or gingerbread cake for Christmas afternoon!)

The game: post gifs of my top 10 favorite TV shows without naming them and then tag ten people!

i was suddenly reminded by @makicarn’s tags on your post of this OTHER set of tags by @makicarn:

#more importantly#quinn#does mrs. fischer also think sam is a harlot

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what a FANTASTIC question.

the short answer is 'no, mrs. fischer does NOT think sam is a harlot.'

but not because her reckless treatment of clothes doesn't fall under 'harlot activities' because boy oh boy it does.

instead, it's simply because mrs. fischer doesn't know sam exists. unlike kara, sam knows what it's like to live out of her car, to rub pennies together, to hustle. things like paying for tailoring, while totally within her tax bracket now, is still something she can't bring herself to do. when ruby was starving, the last thing on sam's mind was getting a patch fixed or a button replaced. which means she's gotten especially good at repairing her own clothes.

even more of a reason is because sam is freaking the heck out that all of her clothes are magically buttonless. she's... hang on let me just:

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"Ruby, if you aren't ready in the next five minutes I am going to toss that phone in a blender and drop its sad remains over the balcony-"

"I'm up, jeez," called Ruby's sluggish voice from behind the door. "Why choose violence so early?"

Sam shoved her toothbrush back in her mouth, a tiny smirk of victory made less effective by the drool of toothpaste on her chin. She traipsed her way into her bedroom then into her private bathroom then further into her walk-in-closet. It was still so much space to get used to.

Toothbrush hanging idly in her mouth, she whipped through hanger after hanger of blouses. Blacks and greys and creams and off-whites... maybe Ruby was right. Maybe her wardrobe did need a splash of color.

Though What it needed now though were less empty hangers.

Which was... odd.

She looked again. The click of hangers rapping against each other faster this time.

Odd.

Again, faster. Her eyes glanced to her hamper.

Odd.

It was overflowing. It was never overflowing.

She huffed and marched over to the nest of clothes. A yank sent an avalanche of fabric to the ground. Sam held up the first garment.

Odd.

The second, third, and fourth were all the same. All missing buttons. All frayed with broken threads. All in a state Sam certainly would have remembered leaving them in.

She did not have time for this today. She had meetings lined up and lunch with Lena and Ruby's recital and... the list was endless.

It didn't matter. It was a problem for later. She dropped the shirts back onto the ground and reached for the closest blouse on the rack. Disgarding her toothbrush and giving her mouth a quick rinse on the way to her bedroom, she didn't think twice about the ease with which the blouse came off the hanger. Or the way it fell open when she dropped it over her head. It only raised a red flag when her fingers grazed the edges of fabric and felt... nothing.

Sam looked down, a breath caught in her throat.

Odd.

So odd that it sent her tearing through her bathroom cupboard, ripping bottles of moisturizers, make-up, and cleaning supplies onto the floor.

"Mom? Mom we're gonna be late-"

"Just a second," she called from the floor, fingers shaking, thread wavering, needle trembling.

A prick. An instinctive hiss. A quick press to her mouth.

She pulled her finger back; examined; scowled.

There wasn't a mark. There wasn't any pain at all.

i do not ship it because they are sisters to me. i just never got the vibe of romance from them. it's the same way that i don't really ship nia and kara.

what i DO believe in is the sisterhood. or, more aptly, the potential of their sisterhood. especially with their relationships re: mothers, siblings, etc. what i think nia can represent is the barometer for the rest of the world outside of the superfriends bubble. and i think that lena wants that, and nia offers that without requiring anything in return. i think there's kind of a different level of sisterhood as well that exists in comparison to alex and kara. kara is her mentor at work and i think because alex is so...alex, nia just falls in line like kara but almost has the Youngest privilege about it, you know?

the point is that i think the kind of relationship fulfillment that they have is more familial than anything else. i think it helps that there's someone around lena whose path she understands having taken not too long ago even if the circumstances are different, and just being able to lend a listening ear and not try to Solve or Fix or give advice is something that lena realizes she appreciates more since she's rarely allowed herself to just be in that situation.

but lena comes around a bit more laterally, so to speak, but there's like a crush that nia has. that's one thing i will definitely believe though, that nia has a girlcrush with lena and at first is like freaked about it (not because it's a woman but because she's so Affected by lena's presence) and then eventually, once she's learned about lena a bit more and spent more time, she really leans into it. it's all the more supported by brainy before they're a thing. and i just imagine that lena has to sit nia down and is all "listen i like being your friend but that's all we'll ever be"

and nia's all "because you're in love with kara. got it. say no more, sister." and that's a whole host of things.

hi maki! and uh-oh. all of these are going to be a LOT tougher to answer than i had anticipated, aren’t they? this one’s particularly tricky—and i got it three times!

3a: Which of your fics is criminally underrated? What is something you wish more people noticed about it?

i'm aware that i have been extremely fortunate regarding the amount of people interested in reading my fic, so none of the works i’ve posted in this fandom i feel genuinely qualify! if i have to pick one i’d make it (Oh Oh Oh) I’m on Fire, which sort of flew under the radar compared to some of the other shorts i put out around the same time? and i think it’s a fun one! it packs some funny lines and a fair bit of heat, it contains a shoutout to Bound (1996) and i wrote it after a prompt given to me by one of my very favorite people.

i picked the title not just to poke fun at Lena's dying-in-an-Italian-heatwave vibe, but because of Springsteen's song's music video which bears—in my head at least and only if you keep the sound off!—some similarities to the supercorp dynamic in this fic. for bonus points, go watch that video and tell me which world-famous supercorp fic it actually brings to mind, hahaha!

first and foremost, i am also left-handed and that is no reason to be afraid! you and your pocketknife can still be good friends <3

mine was a gift from my grandfather shortly after i began transitioning, actually! i had one before that, but it didn’t hold any special meaning. anyway, it was his when he was younger and had been a gift from his father, who it belonged to for a long time. his dad was the Actual Worst Guy Ever, but my grandfather held onto his knife and gave it to me and i felt SO special being entrusted with it.