people don’t talk about modern!newsies headcanons enough like
-they work at Barnes and Noble -Katherine is an aspiring author/literature student who really loves her maxi skirts and Pinterest -Davey takes up a part time job to help his parents pay the bills but he gets stuck babysitting Les so he sets him free in the children’s department of the store- -Jack totally runs an aesthetic blog -that’s full of lots of pictures of nature -and stills from old western movies -the lodging house is probably a foster group home -store manager Wiesel overworking them and cutting their hours -Spot Conlon works at like Books-A-Million on the other side of the mall -Jack Kelly in skinny jeans, a flannel, and a beanie -I’m putting it out there that Crutchie and Davey are total theatre geeks and probably cried watching Les Mis together or something
Greetings from a nervous first time baker who has been toying with the idea of making her first loaf of bread from scratch for a while now but is overwhelmed by the number of recipes available. Any recommendations for a good first bread? I'm pretty good at other forms of cooking but I've yet to attempt bread so I'm not scared of a complicated recipe, I just have no idea if what I'm reading will result in anything tasty.
Bread is actually way more forgiving than almost any other kind of baked good. I don’t even measure ingredients anymore, I just eyeball everything. You can’t usually do that in baking.
A good starter recipe is the famous New York Times no-knead bread, which is how a lot of people learn. It’s very straightforward and fairly reliable, and it’s a good introduction to working with dough (you don’t really need to bake it in a cast iron dutch oven – it’ll bake just fine in a loaf pan, it just gets crispier in the dutch oven). When you’re ready to try kneading, if you’re not allergic to dairy or eggs I actually recommend my yogurt-egg bread – it’s a very high-protein bread which means that it’s super durable and it can survive a lot of screwing-up.
There is no single hard and fast rule for bread – even stuff like keeping the yeast warm by using warm water and room-temperature ingredients only applies most of the time, not all of the time. While you want to bloom your yeast in warm water, you will get a more flavorful bread if it rises very slowly, and the colder the environment, the slower the dough will rise. When I want a fast rise I put my bread near my gas fireplace; when I want a slow rise I put it near the window.
Once you feel comfortable branching out, you can do stuff like adding herbs to the oil that you use to oil the bowl when the bread does its first rise (rosemary is good but a little goes a long way). Or try making a simple foccacia or challah and then adjust the flavors to your taste. Or try kneading stuff into the dough –dried berries or chopped dried fruits are nice, and so are cheddar and chives.
Most breads are relatively cheap to make. There’s not a lot of expensive ingredients. Just get yourself some good bread flour (King Arthur brand is a favorite here in the US) and a jar of yeast, and remember that yeast is a living creature, and life is unpredictable. Don’t feel down if you fail now and again – I still have a dud loaf once in a while. Good luck and happy baking!
So I know a lot of autistics who are really proud to be autistic and I think that's great and I wish I could be like that but I just don't know how. I hate all my autistic traits. I hate that I'm bad at conversation, I hate that I take everything people say seriously, I hate that I never know the right thing to say. I talk about my special interests, which no one cares about, too much. I have barely any friends. Everyone I meet thinks I'm weird. I don't know what to do anymore.
I’m gonna let you in on a secret. Even I feel this way sometimes. There’s so many things I really kinda hate about being autistic, especially things like my poor concentration, audio processing issues, needing to be given instructions 2, 3, 4, 5 times before I even begin to be able to remember them. Slow reaction times, poor decision making, sensory integration issues. Having absolutely no idea how to help the people I care about when they need me. I could go on and on.
Now, the thing is, though, that even if I didn’t have any of these issues, even if I wasn’t autistic, I’d still find things to hate about myself. Maybe ‘cause I have depression, maybe ‘cause it’s ingrained in people from a very young age that you have to hate yourself otherwise you’ll never improve, or you’re too full of yourself, or you haven’t done anything to deserve to not hate yourself. And these things are ingrained in neurodivergent kids tenfold. That’s why radical self-love is so important to so many of us.
I can guarantee that every single autistic person, even those of us who are super proud of being autistic, has something they hate about themselves, that they wish they could change or get rid of. That’s the human experience. You could take away every single thing you hate about yourself, and all that would happen is you’d find something else to hate.
It sounds super pessimistic, I know. But you are what you are. You can’t change it. You’re stuck with it, no take-backs. What you can change is how accepting you are of yourself. How much you care about other’s perceptions of you versus how much you care about your own perceptions of yourself. What those perceptions of yourself are. That’s something you can change. But you’ve gotta want to.
Brother Cat’s right. Even though we’ll sometimes be proud of who we are, we also go through a lot of self-doubt. I’ve dealt with this more than I’d like in the past three years of being unemployed and feeling like either no one understands me or no one wants to hire autistic people like me. I’ve dealt with it all my life in all the bullying and other crap people have thrown at me all my life (even before I knew I was autistic). It sucks. But remember–it’s not your fault you’re autistic. It makes life incredibly difficult, yes, but that’s why you have to keep persisting.
I know this sounds cheesy and trite, but find those good things about yourself. Find the ways that being autistic can benefit you and the people around you, like (for example) thinking outside the box or catching details that others may have missed and making everyone’s lives that much better as a result. That’s what I do, at least.
(1/2) I have no idea what the writers on the 100 are doing anymore, but it's like they don't even want to make their protagonist likeable anymore. And like I'm not even saying Clarke can't have any flaws or weaknesses, but to me there's a difference between having your character struggle and having her so blinded by her faults that she doesn't appear capable of improving. I'm pissed with this direction, and I'm pissed that they butchered her character so much to this point. It's like the
(2/2) writers don’t really care about her in the ways that matter. Clarke Griffin deserved better than this, and she should have never gotten to this mess of a characterization. I don’t want to give up on her, and I haven’t completely yet, but that episode was the first time where I was ready to call it quits.
^^ me. like, there’s a difference in giving your characters arcs where they can be wrong and do things that are fucked up but like. the characters themselves have to understand that what they did was wrong?? another character calling them =/= that character understanding what they did was wrong in the first place i’m tired
I could really use some advice. My ex and I broke up two months ago and we both still have feelings for eachother, so I told him we could be friends. He makes it obvious that he wants to be more than friends but I don't know if I can do it because he's hurt me so many times before. It might also be a really bad idea because i'm moving away in a month.. I've considered being friends with benefits but it may also be a terrible idea and I just don't even know what to do anymore, help please..
if you’re moving away, you’re most likely gonna lose touch with him. if i were you, i would just be friends with him. you don’t need to get back with someone like that. if he tells you he wants to be more than friends, tell him you’re not trying to get your heart broken again. you’ll find someone better.
Stop complaining about the school system and do your work! If you didn't spend so much time on the internet-
Shut up. Now, stop talking and listen.
Now I don't care if I'm being disrespectful anymore because you are all frustrating! Look, even if I didn't spend my time on the internet at all I still would have no idea what I'm doing.
Want to know why? Because they don't care! They don't care how you learn or if there's some sort of something wrong with you that prevents learning! They just like their numbers, and because I get a C in math I don't matter anymore!
This entire world is messed up, and everyone is mean and nasty! I can't, like, tell anyone what I'm feeling or I get made fun of! I can barely move without being harassed!
My 'stupid internet friends' are sometimes the only ones who listen! Who I feel okay telling things to! Don't tell me to stop that. Tell the big white rich men in office to stop ignoring the problems and helping other big white rich men. Fix the system, don't blame the students!
Unruly disrespectful kids! This generation is horrible!
I legit have like four magazines/newspapers lying around with articles like “when it’s time to leave him and how to tell your family”, “how to stay a couple once you have kids”, and “how to divorce peacefully”
How's this for a writing promt? Bill and Tom are poor thieves who practice the dark arts and capture Marco and Dipper to "practice" on. Or Tom tries to woo Incubus!Marco while learning the tango.
This was a bad idea, Marco thinks as he and Tom continue to dance incredibly close. Why did I say yes? Oh yeah, because he’s the damn prince. Marco sighed, his tail swishing with indignation and another feeling he didn’t want to name. A pain shot through his foot.
“Ow!” Marco yelped, moving his bare foot away from Tom.
“Sorry, sorry!” Tom apologized a grimace on his face. Marco gently placed his foot back into position.
“I-it’s fine, let’s just take it from the top okay?” Tom nodded and readjusted his hands on Marco. Marco felt the familiar twitch in his stomach and mentally cursed. Now of all times??? The music started up again and Marco started to count off the steps.
“So…” Tom started after a moment of silence.
“You, uh, you’re r-really attractive.” Marco snorted.
“I’m an incubus, kind of hard not to be.” Tom glared.
“Right.” They lapsed into silence. Marco continued to count as he humed along to the tango music.
Marco sighed, “Yes Tom?” He felt Tom pull him closer, his heat triggering something in Marco.
“Would you…wouldyougoonadatewithme?” Tom blurted out, looking anywhere but Marco. Marco blinked owlishly as they slowly stopped moving, his hunger momentarily forgotten.
“….What.” Tom glanced at him sheepishly, his ears down turned adorably. Marco almost lost control at the sight.
“Would you, Marco Diaz, go on a date with-with me?” Marco stared for a minute.
“………Yes.” Tom’s ears perked up instantly and he smiled. “But,” His smile slowly disappeared, “I’m kind of….hungry…” Tom cocked his head, processing the words. A light clicked in his head and Tom leaned closer to the fidgeting boy before him.