Fucking hell. My final batch of cupcakes just rose all to hell. Just as I was slipping the very first buttercream frosting I’ve ever made that I’ve been satisfied with into the fridge, feeling smug, I looked over to see a chocolate fucking massacre in my oven. I’ve never in my life seen a set of cupcakes do that before. I filled the cups just slightly above half way, because I’m a lazy hole who didn’t want to do another batch, and this is the result. For fuck sake.