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bakeitinacake:

Can’t choose if you want chocolate of vanilla? Have both! This chocolate cupcake is filled with a miniature vanilla pudding pie and topped with vanilla buttercream. It’s the best of both worlds!
Here’s the recipe.

bakeitinacake:

Can’t choose if you want chocolate of vanilla? Have both! This chocolate cupcake is filled with a miniature vanilla pudding pie and topped with vanilla buttercream. It’s the best of both worlds!

Here’s the recipe.

bakeitinacake:

Remember that one time when I baked little cheezburgers into some cupcakes?
Here’s the recipe! They are kitteh approved.

bakeitinacake:

Remember that one time when I baked little cheezburgers into some cupcakes?

Here’s the recipe! They are kitteh approved.

hungoverowls:

“I did a bunch of stupid shit and now I feel like crap and I know those two things are connected but I swear to God, if you point that out I’ll kill you.”

hungoverowls:

“I did a bunch of stupid shit and now I feel like crap and I know those two things are connected but I swear to God, if you point that out I’ll kill you.”

bakeitinacake:

These are chocolate BOMBS. Dense brownies with Double Stuf Oreo cookies baked inside, topped with chocolate ganache, and a couple of fresh raspberries. WHOA.
Here’s how you make them!

bakeitinacake:

These are chocolate BOMBS. Dense brownies with Double Stuf Oreo cookies baked inside, topped with chocolate ganache, and a couple of fresh raspberries. WHOA.

Here’s how you make them!

hungoverowls:

“Do you smell that? That’s the smell of serious. So, seriously, shut the fuck up.”

hungoverowls:

“Do you smell that? That’s the smell of serious. So, seriously, shut the fuck up.”

hungoverowls:

“If it’s about my behavior last night, just…skip it. I know everything about myself that I’m comfortable with knowing.”

hungoverowls:

“If it’s about my behavior last night, just…skip it. I know everything about myself that I’m comfortable with knowing.”

hungoverowls:

“Oh, please go ahead. I feel like somebody just attached my face with a nailgun. There is nothing you can say to me that I’ll make me feel any worse.”

hungoverowls:

“Oh, please go ahead. I feel like somebody just attached my face with a nailgun. There is nothing you can say to me that I’ll make me feel any worse.”