a few carrots

maya’s tomato bisque recipe

tomato bisque is my fav food : ) and canned tomato soup isnt that good and sometimes i dont wanna drive all the way to zupas for soup so i came up with this healthy fun recipe

u will need: 

  1. a yellow onion (minced)
  2. a few big carrots (cut really small)
  3. as many mushrooms as u want, i use like 5 (chopped)
  4. like two celery sticks (minced)
  5. 3 cloves of garlic (minced)
  6. basil (i use 5-ish leaves but u can just shake some dried basil into it)
  7. 1 can of diced tomatoes (with the juice!)
  8. like half a can of boring condensed tomato soup or u can use a small can of tomato paste
  9. 1 cup of chicken or veggie broth
  10. ½ cup of half & half or if u dont wanna add dairy u can add coconut milk
  11. balsamic vinegar
  12. olive oil or whatever oil u like to cook with
  13. a handheld blender (optional tho! tomato bisque is supposed to be smooth but sometimes i’m lazy and don’t wanna get out the blender, it tastes just as good with the veggie chunks lol)

what to do:

  • put the onions, carrots, and celery in a pot with a little oil and start cooking them on medium-low heat, when the onions start to get golden and the carrots/celery start to soften u know that ur doing it right
  • once those veggies are rocking, add in the mushrooms and garlic! let them cook for a little bit
  • then crank the heat up to medium-high and add the chicken/veggie stock, tomato paste, and diced tomatoes (with juice)
  • let the soup simmer for 5 minutes or so (i like to put a lid on the pot and just let it do its thing)
  • then add the half & half and basil!
  • splash in some balsamic vinegar bc its so damn good
  • now for the funnest part: u get to blend it with a handheld blender!
  • blend it until its smooth 
  • eat it
  • : ) 
My Fake Boyfriend Part 3

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1664

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

PART 1 PART 2 

credits to the gif owner

When you knock on the door all your family, literally all your family is there waiting for you. The first person you see is your oldest brother, he looks older since the last time you saw him and tired as well. 

Then you saw your parents, your father pulls you to a quick hug while your mother keeps you in her arms until she is sure that you are eating enough, drinking enough water and definitely okay in your city.

Your grandmother is the last one, she smiles bright at you and you swear that she doesn’t age. She is wearing a bright red dress and hands you a glass of wine “He is a much better choice than the last one, you did good, honey.” She raises her glass in a sign of approval, you hug her, you missed your family like crazy, but your grandmother was always the one that made that house feels like home, she was always the one who stayed by your side in fights.

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When We Collide (Part 15)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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“What are you doing here?” The confusion was written on your face once you opened the door to your dorm. You hadn’t expected guests tonight, it was Friday and you were supposed to be alone. 

Luke looked down at his feet shy as if he had forgotten the reason why, he almost looked like he wanted to be in disguise by the way he was standing against the door frame. 

“You said I didn’t know you.” He mumbled and ran a hand through his hair.

“So I’m here to learn every single thing about you.” 

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° ▪ • * ————— SLEEPING BEAUTY SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ Good gracious! Who left the mop running? ’
’ Now, father, you’re living in the past. This is the 14th century! ’
’ No! It cannot be! ’
’ A forest of thorns shall be his tomb! ’
’ Now go with the curse, and serve me well! ’
’ It’s incredible! Sixteen years and not a trace of her! ’
’ She couldn’t have vanished into thin air! ’
’ Are you sure you searched everywhere? ’
’ Yep, yep, everywhere. We all did. ’
’ And what about the town? The forests? The mountains? ’
’ Yeah, we searched mountains and forests and, uh, houses and… ’
’ Did you hear that, my pet? ’
’ All these years, they’ve been looking for a baby. ’
’ I’d like to turn her into a fat ol’ - hop toad. ’
’ Now, dear, that isn’t a very nice thing to say. ’
’ Besides, we can’t. You know our magic doesn’t work that way. ’
’ You know our magic doesn’t work that way. ’
’ It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness. ’
’ Well, that would make me happy. ’
’ That’s because it’s on you, dear. ’
’ It looks awful. ’
’ Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure! ’
’ Listen well, all of you. ’
’ Seize that creature! ’
’ Don’t despair, Your Majesties. ’
’ Stand back, you fools! ’
’ Then, she can undo this fearful curse? ’
’ I have plans for our royal guest. ’
’ Why so melancholy? ’
’ Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red red rose. ’
’ Off he rides, on his noble steed, a valiant figure, straight and tall! ’
’ To wake his love, with love’s first kiss. ’
’ You know, sometimes I don’t think she’s really very happy. ’
’ Nowadays I’m still the king! ’
’ I command you to come to your senses! ’
’ And marry the girl I love. ’
’ That’s what I’m trying to tell you. ’
’ The sun has set! Make ready to welcome your princess! ’
’ But, I never baked a fancy cake. ’
’ Oh, you won’t have to, dear! ’
’ I’m going to make it 15 layers with pink and blue forget-me-nots. ’
’ All you do is follow the book! ’
’ Up here, dear. You can be the dummy. ’
’ Well, I still say we oughta use magic. ’
’ Now, dear, we decided pink was her color! ’
’ Touch the spindle. Touch it I say! ’
’ You poor, simple fools. ’
’ Thinking you could defeat me. ’
’ Oh, they’re hopeless. ’
’ A disgrace to the forces of evil. ’
’ My pet… you are my last hope. ’
’ Go, and do not fail me. ’
’ But when will I see you again? ’
’ Why? After all, I am sixteen. ’
’ You’re already betrothed. ’
’ Since the day you were born. ’
’ How could I marry a prince? I’d have to be… ’
’ No! I can’t believe it, no! No! ’
’ I’m not so sure my grandchildren want you for a grandfather! ’
’ Well, what do you think? ’
’ Forty bedrooms, dining hall… honeymoon cottage, really. ’
’ You - you mean you’re building it already? ’
’ Finished! Lovebirds can move in tomorrow. ’
’ Want to see our grandchildren, don’t we? ’
’ Well, I’m really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we’ve met before. ’
’ I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. ’
’ I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar. ’
’ But we can’t, we can’t go there! ’
’ Now come, we must hurry. ’
’ They’ll be heartbroken when they find out. ’
’ I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. ’
’ But don’t you remember? We’ve met before. ’
’ Why do they still treat me like a child? ’
’ They never want me to meet anyone. ’
’ What is it? Come on, let’s find out. ’
’ For an extra bucket of oats? And a few… carrots? ’
’ Don’t you see? A flower can’t prick its finger. ’
’ Well, what do you think of it? ’
’ Why, it… it’s a very unusual cake, isn’t it? ’
’ Well, what do you think of the dress? ’
’ I think we’ve had enough of this nonsense! ’
’ I’m going to get those wands. ’
’ Well, it may come as quite a shock. ’
’ Why doesn’t your daughter like my son? ’
’ This means war! ’
’ What’s this all about, anyway? ’
’ I’ll have the royal woodcarvers start work on the cradle tomorrow. ’
’ Oh, you darlings! This is the happiest day of my life! ’
’ Whatever are we going to do? ’
’ You’ve met some stranger? ’

anonymous asked:

I can see Olivia and Alfie playing with toys and drawing in silence in the living room like they are both shy little kids so they are siting there with pink cheeks and brush their hands and Alfie would get the toy she wants and give her a little kiss and Harry would watch how cute they are sitting there in the sofa

When Harry makes them a lunch after they’ve spent the morning doing painting and watching the telly together, made up of small ham sandwiches and a few apple and carrot sticks and a handful of tomatoes, he always catches his little boy giving Ellie his extra apple slices. Sat beside the little girl on the sofa as a film plays on the screen, legs spread wide with the plate resting on the cushion between their thighs, socks falling off their feet but neither are paying attention to that.

When he’s situated himself in the small workspace located in the living room, tucked away in the corner so he can keep an eye on the two, he can’t help but watch the two of them as they whisper quietly to one another or hold hands as the film progresses on the screen - and by the end of the day, Harry’s driven himself into a state of despair after having to hear the shrill voice of a Disney princess more than once that day - and he can’t help but let his chest ache with love when he sees his tiny boy lean over to kiss her cheek. Which only makes both of their cheeks flush brighter pinks.

And when it’s time for her to leave, with her mother at the door and waiting with Harry, they share a tiny peck on the lips which has both parents swooning over how sweet they are. 

“We’ll be planning a wedding soon,” Olivia’s mother laughs as Harry hands over her rucksack, “thank you for today. I usually don’t drop Olivia off unless it’s a real emergency. But, my husband was out of town an-”

“It’s been a pleasure,” Harry smiles, as Alfie snuggles into his thigh whilst Olivia takes a hold of her mother’s hand, “you had fun today, didn’t you both?”

And both of them would nod with smiles on their faces.

“Had fun, mumma,” Olivia looks up to her, nodding her head and making her tiny top-knot bounce around, “had loads’a fun.”

 “Maybe we can have Alfie round on Friday? Would you like that, sweetheart?” Olivia’s mother asks, looking down at her little girl as she nods bashfully and hides her face into her forearm, “only if you’re okay with that, Harry.”

“We have a hospital appointment for Rose, mid-afternoon on Friday so if you could watch him for the afternoon, that would be such a help on us,” Harry smiles, “our eldest, she’s going to to my sister’s and Darcy will come with us, so, we just needed someone to look after Alfie.”

“We’d be happy to have him, Harry. Of course,” she coos, her palm cupping Olivia’s head, “we’ll see you on Friday then. Say goodbye, Liv.” xx

Carrots

A/N: Okay so, I can’t remember who requested this. So here ya go, some Connor fluff!!!!!!! I personally didn’t like this, but I’m posting because a few friends said it’s good. Thing is, I haven’t written in a long LONG time - well, not in english -, so I fear my writing might be a bit rusty and the style might differ from the first half of the fic. Plus, I want to say that this fic is silly. Very silly. Anyways, as I said prior, our next boy might be JayJay aka Jacob. There’s a request for Altaïr and La Volpe regarding this AU; also one for the name of your soulmate written on your wrist. I might do this one with either Arno or Ezio? I’m kinda leaning more towards Arno tbh *Arno sucker*

Special thanks to @miss-t0mboy for being so lovely as to offering herself as my beta reader!

Your name: submit What is this?

You idly watched the market, mostly sailors carrying crates moving hurriedly in front of your family stand, sighing in defeat. There were people, yes; but not even near to the most busy hours. It was early, way too early to be on your feet — but your dad explained, more than once, that today was the day scheduled for mercantile ships to come back to the Boston harbor and unload whatever it was that they carried. It was a busy day, a day for trades, you kept reminding yourself…

But what you didn’t understand was the necessity your dad felt to be the first to arrive at the market. “The early bird catches the worm”, your mother had said.

Yeah, sure. But what if the bird was so early the worms weren’t even up yet?

You stifled a yawn, placing more apples on the wooden stand, hoping to catch everybody’s attention — not because your family stand was one of the three or four within working hours, but because the quality of your products had to stand out. Your mother talked in a chirpy voice, luring customers in as the morning carried on rather slowly. You smiled dreamily, eyeing the sailors curiously when they passed by.

You were anticipating. Your mark itched every time you thought about it, about the possibility of meeting your soulmate. Most of your friends had found their partners — even Catelyn, that unbearable girl with the upturned nose to everything and everyone around her. Was destiny playing with you? You had heard tales about others who hadn’t been able to find their soul mates, or missed the chance… what if you were to become one of them?

Sighing, you thought it was just foolish. There was no you way you weren’t going to notice it. Those words had long found a place in your mind, marking your heart and refused to leave, even late into the night when you couldn’t sleep; despite their… oddness.

“Sweetheart” your dad called for you, interrupting your thoughts, voice slightly out of breath “can you help me with these?” he pointed to the crates still inside the battered wooden cart.

Your dad was an easy man to smile to — so you did, sighing softly afterwards. “Right away.”

You went towards the cart, groaning in pain as your dad passed you a wooden crate filled to the brim with carrots. God, he was giving you the carrots! “I feel like you always give me the heaviest ones, father” you joked, turning around to fill the stand once more.

“You know me so well, Y/N” he said humorously at you.

You walked awkwardly towards the main street — it’d be easier to fill the stand from there —, legs wobbly and eyes unable to see much more than carrots and the top of people’s heads. You groaned under the weight of it and right before you reached the front stand a sailor passed by you, pushing your shoulder rather briskly to make way — and that was enough to make you lose balance.

Not wanting to fall down and stain your clothes because honestly, Boston’s filth was so damn hard to scrub off of anything, you let go of the crate and watched as it unceremoniously dropped to the floor.

And now this, you thought rather bitterly, kneeling and doing your best not to stain the light color of the gown, you tried to gather the spilt vegetables — your mother was too busy selling to a woman who looked like a maid. She gave you a pointed look, as if asking if you were alright and you waved a hand back at her from your position.

I believe you dropped a few carrots” a soft voice came from behind and your head shot up “Do you need help?”

Shit.

You whipped your head back, eyeing the man from toes to head and spit out the first thing that came into your head.

Wow, you’re big.”

The man was, indeed big, but you hardly doubted that this was a polite thing to say to someone offering help. The next thing you noticed was the slightly darker tone of his skin — a native, in Boston? — and the way he folded his hands in front of his body. He had shoulder-length dark hair, the upper half of it tied back and big brown eyes — that now were wide. 

His attire was nothing like you’ve ever seen before, a mixing between the usual native clothing you were able to identify by the tales of travelers and something else you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. The stranger frowned, and you noticed he had freckles, casting his eyes downwards to his wrist and then back to your face as a sheepish smile appeared in your lips.

“I— my apologies, but—“ the man stuttered as you got up in a hurry, doing your best to beat the dust off of your apron.

“I can’t believe it’s you!” you chirped, nearly knocking the native down, ignoring the looks from a few passerbies, the excitement taking over you before the decency and common sense called you donw “I do… believe you’ve said my words, sir, but… They’re awfully simple, you see, so I just want to make sure that…” God, you’ve waited for this moment for so long that you never wondered how things would go once they’ve actually said it.

“Yes, I… believed you have said mine as well, I—“ he blushed, clearly flustered at his lack of words. “Can you tell me your name?”

anonymous asked:

I've got one! Prompto being concerned over a traveler the group picks up. He's seen them eat, but it's usually light (toast, rice, fruit, etc.). He assumes they have weight issues and asks them if they're alright, explaining (without saying anything directly about his concerns) that he knows how they feel. At first they're really confused; they're fine and have no idea what he's talking about. When he finally comes out with it, they thank him for his concern but explain that they're vegetarian.

I laughed out loud when I got this request, haha. Hope I did it justice!


Prompto was a naturally curious guy. He was intrigued by people especially, always trying to figure them out by their behaviours. It was the little things that he noticed, but didn’t always voice aloud.

So when he’d convinced the guys to pick you up on the side of the road, you’d immediately piqued his interest.

You were quiet. You kept to yourself, but were slowly opening up to the rest of the group. Prompto had spotted you on the side of the road, thumbs out, trying to hitch a ride. He’d convinced Ignis to stop, and before you knew it, you were squished in the back of the Regalia between a sleepy headed prince and his titan of a bodyguard.

“Hope you don’t mind camping,” Prompto said as Gladio pitched the tent. You shrugged, giving him a small smile.

“I don’t mind. I’m just happy that you guys let me come along and are letting me stay with you.”

“Of course we are!” Prompto exclaimed. “You were all alone on the side of the road! What if daemons got to you? Safety in numbers. Also, you can never make too many friends.”

You laughed at that. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Ignis was busy preparing dinner, and Prompto had noticed that you were watching him cook. When dinner was finally served, he noticed that your portion was significantly smaller—just a simple bowl of rice with a few carrots and an apple.

Prompto scooted over to Ignis. “Hey Specs,” he whispered. “I know it’s hard having a fifth person on the road, but you didn’t have to stiff them a meal.”

Ignis side-eyed Prompto disinterestedly. “They requested it,” he said simply. Prompto frowned and watched as you nibbled at your apple and chatted quietly with Noctis.

Over the next few days, Prompto kept noticing your strange eating patterns. He knew what it was like to diet and to force oneself to lose weight, and he felt uneasy with watching you starve yourself. So one day, he decided to talk to you about it.

“Hey,” he motioned for you to follow him, just outside of camp towards a small clustering of trees. You trailed behind, looking confused.

“What’s up, Prom?”

He shifted foot to foot, not knowing exactly how to word his concerns. Then he blurted, “I know what you’re doing.”

You titled your head. “Huh? What…am I doing?”

“You’re not eating,” he said, his voice getting a little high and his words rushed. “I know how hard it is to want to lose weight, I’ve been there myself, but starving yourself and depriving yourself of food, especially with how good Ignis cooks, I mean, I’m just worried about you because—”

“Woah, woah, calm down,” you stopped him, resting an arm on his shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

It was Prompto’s turn to look confused. “I don’t?”

You giggled. “No. I’m not trying to starve myself, I’m just a vegetarian.”

Prompto was immediately embarrassed, his face going bright red. “Ugh, I’m s-so sorry, it was wrong of me to presume—”

“Don’t be sorry,” you smiled, then pressed a kiss to his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth. “It’s cute.”

Then you turned and headed back towards camp, leaving a very flustered, red-faced Prompto in your wake.

A New Day in the Sun (A BATB fanfic)

I’ve been thinking a lot about the days that followed the curse being broken and everyone adjusting to their curse-free lives. So I decided to write Adam’s morning the day after the curse was broken. Enjoy!

Adam awoke with a start, immediately feeling disoriented. He struggled to place the feeling. He knew where he was, but there was a split second where he wasn’t quite sure who he was. He looked down to see his own human hands before him. A smile of relief spread across his face. It truly was real after all. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet hitting the cool floor a second later than what he felt they should have, and made his way to his bedroom window. The faintest hint of dawn was beginning to seep into the horizon. He really should be more tired, he thought to himself. Everyone in the castle had stayed up well into the night talking, telling stories, getting reacquainted with loved ones. Several of his staff’s newly reunited family members had stayed the night at the castle at his invitation. Having everyone there chatting around the fire the night before had felt nice. Comfortable even. He’d even managed to get a laugh out of everyone at one point. That was something he certainly never expected to experience. But then, he never truly expected to be human again. This new life was bound to be full of surprises.

Abandoning any efforts to try and go back to sleep, Adam got dressed, washed his face – pausing a moment to get used to the face staring back at him in the mirror – and made his way down to the stables. He never did get the chance to say hello to Phillipe in all the excitement yesterday. He’d grown rather fond of Belle’s family horse during the time they’d spent together. Phillipe had proven himself quite the intelligent horse and an even better listener. Making his way through the kitchen, Adam grabbed a few carrots for his equine friend.

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Siege of Arendelle- Chapter Six

AN:Not much to report this week except to remind everyone that the Giveaway I’ve been running ends tonight at 12:00am EST. Thank you everyone, as always, for all the comments, likes, and reblogs! It means the world to me!

I’ll be honest, this chapter is basically a transition chapter for what’s coming soon. So prepare yourselves for PLOT coming soon.

Universe: Canon- Post Film
Rating: T (Teen and Up)- For now
Words: 3442

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five

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you can’t run away from the internet, gurl

social media is possibly the most common and easiest way to be misunderstood - not everything translates well online. this brings us back to sana’s trailer, “i’m just a soul who’s intentions are good, please don’t let me be misunderstood.” - the idea of not being understood combined with the fact social media has been played with heavily already this season, is gonna bring some drama. some of this is new discourse some of it has already been said by many. 

- firstly, we see even being hit in the face with a phone on a selfie stick. this could possibly elude to the drama surrounding even happening due to social media. this is later referenced again with isak seeing mikael on sana’s facebook stalking, which then causes even to approach sana about it. it is also link with the balloon boys’ youtube video with them bringing up even on mikael’s phone (then brushing it off). clearly, there’s something there that’s coming. 

- secondly, vilde’s insta post with the russ girls that cuts off sana. clearly, shit is gonna go down in that department.  

- sana and yousef’s relationship has mainly been told through social media, we’ve had a few instances carrots/i feel it coming have talked (obviously) but only briefly. the bigger steps eg: yousef sending sana a friend request, then saying he’s been thinking about her, telling her that he’s not a muslim, sana deleting him - have been taken on social media. i feel like the last point, sana deleting him, is gonna be a key in the whole ‘misunderstood’ ‘can’t run away from the internet’ situation they’ve got going on here. 

- sana’s ‘how to get over a guy’ search is pretty much the exact same as isak’s gay test. running away from something she can’t avoid. 

- the opening moment w/ the woman judging sana because of her prayer notification playing out on her phone. an instance of someone judging sana/her faith because of it’s portrayal through social media (might be reach but, eh?)

anonymous asked:

🌼 I want to eat healthier but I get hungry often between meals and I HATE salads but my mom seems to think that if you want to eat healthier to lose weight you need salad EVERY DAY and no snacks between meals (I guess I don't like salads much because of her). so I guess my main question is can I eat healthy and eat enough to be full and eat food I actually enjoy?

You by no means need to eat salad every day. People like salad because it doesn’t have a lot of calories and it fills you up temporarily… but leaves you hungry a few hours later. We often equate “healthy” eating with eating less, but that doesn’t need to be the case! You’ll be better off making sure that you’re getting enough of what you need rather than making sure you’re eating a certain number of calories. While portion control is important, (not over-eating, etc.) less is not always more. If you’re eating something healthy, eat what you need to to get full. A few heaping handfuls of carrots is not bad for you, just because it’s a lot of food. 

Snacks are not the enemy, as long as they’re good for you. Almonds, pistachios, walnuts, peanuts (rly any nuts that don’t have a ton of salt on them), carrots, cucumber, celery, peanut butter, dark chocolate, avocado toast maybe w/ an egg.. my personal faves are edamame, apples rings w/ peanut butter and dark chocolate chips and homemade guac! There are soooo many options for good snacks between meals that won’t set you back on your healthy eating track and will tide you over until your next meal. 

A lot of research has been done into the whole several smaller meals over the course of the day vs. three larger meals thing as well. I recommend looking into it and seeing if that’s something that might work better for you. 

Here’s some healthy snacking resources! Sorry they’re.. literally all buzzfeed, they tell me what to eat 2/3rds of the time, but if none of these strike ur fancy just google “healthy snacks” and behold! Best of luck!!

claire :-)

if your mom’s concerned/always on your back, maybe you could convince her to take you to see a nutritionist! they’ll help you work out a meal plan with healthy, filling meals you like and I promise they won’t just tell you to eat veggies. 
-byrne 

Festering

+ Issac Lahey- Teen Wolf 

 author’s note: so im typing this on my phone but I will go back later to edit this and make it less shitty. long live issac lahey even though he isn’t “gone”. sorry if this is on ur dash and it’s very long to scroll through. 

 Prompt: the reader saves issac from a the impending doom of bullies. fast forward one bite later, suddenly he doesn’t seem to need help anymore. 


Nonchalantly, you back up against your locker and watch as Jackson shoves a boy into the boy’s locker room, with a few other jocks chuckling and following behind. 

You barely catch a small glimpse of the boy with a black eye, bruise on his right arm, dry blood on his lip, and a scar on his cheek. 

 "Do you know him, Scott?“ You nod your head at the broken boy being pushed into the locker room. 

"Yeah, Issac Lahey… oh shit.” Scott mutters before jumping up quickly and running into the boys locker room. 

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For cooking the snake, I marinated it in sesame oil and soy sauce for a couple hours. Add a few carrots, an onion, salt and pepper. Baked covered at 300°F for one hour. Not too much meat on a snake, but enough for just me and some to give a taste to Emma. @spacepirateartemis

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i want to be a dm but have never played a d&d (or anything like) board game before. i really enjoy the aspect of world building and character creation but i have no idea what to do in terms of planning. some dm's plan a grand scheme and the players choices negate that and take the story in a whole new direction. how do you plan small yet lead the pc's on an epic adventure?

You don’t have to plan small, just differently and maybe make some adjustments to the format of your adventures. Usually when DMs experience trouble with players doing unexpected things it is because they are leaning a little too close to running the game on rails and their players jumped the track. Imho the sweet spot is somewhere between playing on rails and using the sandbox method, I’ll include a link to Matt Colville’s Sandbox vs Railroad video at the end of this post. So long as you are able to adapt, everything will be fine.

DM adaptability comes with experience and practice, when you are at ease running the game you are more able to think on your feet. Players will do the unexpected and it is a DM’s job to roll with it so the players can move forward. This happens to all DMs because no party ever does exactly what you expect them to all of the time.

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Morning

For the Thirty Days of Beauty and the Beast challenge»

Available on AO3, too!


Every day, LeFou rose at six without fail and managed to leave the bedroom without waking Gaston.

When there was a chill in the air, he would wrap one of his partner’s hunting cloaks about him and don his hat before venturing outside. The chickens greeted him with a cacophony of squawks when he clambered into the coop, and he cooed back at them as he took each one out of their box and set them down, letting them roam the rest of the backyard.

Once he had finished gathering the eggs, he went to the barn and greeted the cows, patting their spotted noses and letting himself into their stalls to milk them. When he had a few buckets’ worth, he would fill their troughs with fresh food and water and bid them a fond goodbye. The horses came next; he fed each one an apple or two, brought them water from the well, and let them out to graze, making a mental note to brush them down once the children had left for school. He would tend to the pigs later, too - their meal would consist of the remains of breakfast, mashed together with a few carrots and some corn to form a pail of slop.

His rounds completed, LeFou went back to the house to be greeted by a half-awake Gaston, who was groggily searching through the pantry.

“Eggs, Gaston,” LeFou reminded him; like always,“ and Gaston stopped, blinked, and gave him a sleepy smile.

"Should I go get the boys?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. LeFou glanced at the clock as he set his basket down next to the stove and shook his head.

“A few more minutes,” he said. Gaston nodded and watched as LeFou bent down in front of the oven, opened its tiny, cast iron door, and lit a fire beneath the stove. When he stood up again, his lover stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him, resting his head atop LeFou’s.

They were married in every sense of the word: they had children; they loved each other unconditionally; one of them worked while the other stayed home, tending to the farm and watching their daughter play. LeFou was more than content with their lifestyle, but he knew that secretly, Gaston wished they could bear rings in public. He wanted to show his marriage off for all the world to see - and LeFou loved that about him.

He started cooking the eggs - sunny-side up, as always - with Gaston still hugging him from behind, and he laughed when his husband started sniffing at the eggs, evidently intrigued.

“Go wake them up, and then you can have some,” he said, noticing that it was ten till. Gaston grumbled for a few moments before leaving, and LeFou chuckled as he went upstairs to the bedrooms.

Mélite was always the first child downstairs in the mornings; although she couldn’t go to school, she enjoyed breakfasting with the rest of the family before they left. “Good morning, Papa,” she said cheerfully, kissing LeFou on the cheek before going to set the table.

“Good morning, Mélite,” LeFou smiled warmly. “Are you going hunting with Father today?”

“Maybe,” she replied. “He said you would take me riding if I asked nicely.”

“Hmm. Perhaps.”

The boys came flying into the kitchen ten minutes later, a tangled mess of chatter and mismatched stockings. Mélite sat and watched, amused, as they flopped down into their chairs one by one in a comically chaotic fashion.

“Constant, Elias - are your bags packed?” Gaston called from upstairs.

“Yes!” they replied much too quickly, and a sigh could be heard as Gaston went to check.

“Elbows off, Blaise,” LeFou chided as he set two plates heaped with eggs at the center of the table. “Take after your sister, why don’t you? She’s more polite than all of you combined.”

“Papa, don’t be rude!” said one of the twins as the other snickered. Blaise shot them both a grin and reached for the food.

By the time Gaston ventured downstairs again - holding three bookbags and three coats - breakfast was gone. The boys were tying their shoes by the door and Mélite was helping LeFou with the dishes when Gaston entered the kitchen. “None for me?” he said, disappointed, as LeFou picked up another empty plate from the table.

“There’ll be more when you get back,” he reassured him, looking at the clock again. “You’ll be late if you don’t leave now.”

Gaston grunted, kissed LeFou quickly, and ushered the boys outside with minutes to spare.

“They won’t make it,” Mélite remarked calmly as Constant shut the door.

“I suppose we can’t help it,” LeFou sighed. “We do live on a farm, after all - and there can’t exactly be a farm in the middle of town.”

“The real animals all live in the house, you know.”

He laughed and ruffled her hair affectionately. “Indeed they do, Mélite.”