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“Twitty is deeply engrossed in both the African American and Jewish food traditions. “Blacks and Jews are the only peoples I know who use food to talk about their past while they eat it,” says Twitty, 38.”
“From Richmond it was a short jaunt to Colonial Williamsburg, where Twitty spent the week lecturing, conducting training sessions and cooking in period costume at three of the living history museum’s venues. In all his talks, Twitty emphasized the impact of chefs and cooks of African descent on shaping American and Southern cuisines in colonial times and after.”
“At a conference he met the scholar Robert Farris Thompson, author of “Flash of the Spirit,” a book about the influence of African religions on African American art that helped him see that “soul food” was, among other things, a spiritual term describing a mystical connection between humans and the animals and plants they eat.”
“He cooked and he gardened. He studied heirloom seed varieties, some that had been brought from Africa and some that had been carried from the New World to Africa and then, on slave ships, back to North America, among them okra, black-eyed peas, kidney and lima beans, Scotch bonnet peppers, peanuts, millet, sorghum, watermelon, yams and sesame. He called those seeds “the repositories of our history” and wrote about them in a monograph published by Landreth Seed in its 2009 catalogue.”
“Twitty’s embrace of all the various parts of himself — African, African American, European, black, white, gay, Jewish — sometimes raises hackles, as does his habit of speaking his mind. An article he wrote in the Guardian on July 4, 2015, suggesting that American barbecue “is as African as it is Native American and European, though enslaved Africans have largely been erased” from its story, elicited scorn and worse: Many commenters were outraged by his idea of barbecue as cultural appropriation.”
There has been a theory going around for quite some time about Heimdall and how he possesses the final Infinity Stone, the Soul Stone. Well, it’s a good theory and all, but after watching the Thor: Ragnarök trailer, I came up with a better Heimdall/Soul Stone theory that will most likely end up being true.
My theory is that since the Soul stone takes on a mind of its own in the comics, and since Adam Warlock now most likely won’t have it, that Heimdall IS the Soul Stone.
Like all Infinity Stones, they were scattered across the universe, but the Soul Stone developed a mind of its own, its very own soul. After some time, it created a body for itself, like, an artificial intelligence (Ultron, Vision) building its own body.The body itself is the Soul Stone, and that is Heimdall. The stone won’t appear on Earth in Black Panther or Spider-Man, it’ll appear in Thor: Ragnarök when Heimdall is on his own and discovers what he truly is.
It would explain why he’s capable of seeing every living being in the universe, why he’s so powerful, and why Odin kept him close (if Odin ever knew). It would also explain why he has Orange eyes, the Soul Stone’s color in the MCU, when no other Asgardian or alien has them. It would also be a huge twist that fans won’t see coming. It was right in front of them the whole damn time.
A/N: This is a mini series, only about 800 words a part, I will be posting the parts through out the day, keep your eyes peeled peaches.
In a world of Soul Mates, you manage to keep yours a secret. The initials on your wrist that appeared on your 18th birthday, you’ve taken every precaution to avoid letting anyone know who you were meant for. Captain Rogers is a firm believer in the initials on his wrist, even though you believe God has a sick sense of humor when it comes to your love life. Captain Rogers and a lowly assistant are a joke of a match. Even the ghost of Peggy Rogers agrees, how can you be meant for someone who still carries the ghost of his beloved ex with him?
Au where everything is colourful until you meet your soulmate… then everything turns into black and white.
People are scared to find their soulmate. You can’t look anyone in the eyes, it’s a taboo now.
Even though, authors still writes about soulmates and their sad, sappy, romantic love.
But there’s a problem.
Soulmate is not a ~romantic~ term. EVERYONE can be your soulmate.
Your soulmate can be your friend, your family member- maybe even your brother! Of course some soulmates are lovers but they’re minority.
Nobody knows that.
Alfred’s soulmate is Matthew, they’ve never known what was “colour”. When they realised that (that they were soulmates) Alfred was be like “no homo for my bro”. Eventually, they didn’t give a shit about soulmate-should-be-your-lover stuff.
Arthur’s soulmate is Kiku. When they met, Arthur felt angry for a moment -because he suddenly lost every colour he see- and Kiku was kinda sad- but they’re friends now. (Arthur had a crush on Kiku, but Kiku was an aroace. It’s okay now.)
Francis’s soulmate is Antonio. He was searching for his only true love- but he didn’t find his true love. He found his joy of life. Antonio is his best friend- his everything! He can sell his soul for him. He loves him so much… but not in a romantic way. He doesn’t care now.
Everything is colourful until you meet your soulmate.
But when your soulmate dies, the world goes back to normal.
Matthew, Kiku and Antonio died in same day.
When Matthew died, Alfred saw blue sky.
When Kiku died, Arthur saw his annoying neighbour’s beautiful violet eyes.
When Antonio died, Francis saw his grumpy neighbour’s teary, big green eyes.
Summary: Bucky has a soul mate, but doesn’t know it until he, Steve and Sam come back from a mission
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader Y/N, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson
Notes: I am the worst at updating!!! But since it’s my birthday, you can’t yell at me! :p This one has been in my drafts for a while… Enjoy this cute fluff!
Soulmate. The concept had always been present in Bucky’s mind as it was in everyone’s, but he had never felt anything or recieved any sort of message from his person. He had tried writing a simple ‘hello’ once when he was in high school, but there was no reply. He saw so many people feel what their soul mate felt and talked back and forth through writing on their arms with marker or pen. He had seen so many couples stop and stare in amazement at meeting for the first time, almost undoubtedly kissing at first sight.
During Bucky’s capture, all he could think about was what his soul mate felt during the torture and whenever he had the chance and remembered, he wrote apologies all along his right arm.
And now, in the 21st century, Bucky still had no soulmate. Steve had found his, of course, and Bucky was glad for that, but also a bit jealous at times. He’d see Steve and Sharon look at each other in that way and he’d be so happy for Steve and then want something like that for himself. By now, though, the concept wasn’t something he thought about since he figured that maybe he wasn’t meant to have a soul mate. Maybe the universe made it so that he didn’t have that unmistakable feeling when he looked at someone for the first time and maybe he wasn’t supposed to feel what they felt.
Bucky, Steve and Sam were on a mission in France. It was supposed to be a simple extraction of intel and it was until Bucky felt a shooting pain that radiated from his foot to his kneecap on his right side. He looked down and there was nothing that could have caused such an almost debilitating pain, so he did his best to ignore it. Once their mission was complete, they all went back to the safe house in Germany to keep their payload safe and rest up for a day of traveling.
“You okay, Barnes?” Sam asked Bucky once they entered the house.
“What? Yeah, I’m good. My leg just hurts,” Bucky explained.
“You’re not bleeding, are you? How did you get hurt?” Sam asked.
“I didn’t, that’s the thing… Probably just a cramp,” Bucky surmised.
They each retired to their rooms and as Bucky undressed, he noticed that there was writing on his leg. His heart raced as he read the text that appeared on the inner side of his calf.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make your leg hurt. I fell down a flight of stairs and broke my fibula…” it read. Bucky’s heart raced. He had a soul mate and they were apologizing to him.
Not knowing what else to do, he threw some sweats on and knocked on Steve’s door.
“Come in,” Steve said.
Bucky opened the door and shut it behind him, his heart pounding out of his chest.
“Steve… My soul mate…” he managed out. He lifted his leg up and Steve read the writing.
“Bucky, we have to find this person…” Steve said, sounding happy. “Write back! But, not on that leg, it’s probably in a cast by now. Bucky this is fantastic!”
Bucky had no idea what to make of all this. Steve gave Bucky a couple of markers to write with and he started to write back on the opposite leg.
“That’s okay, get a cast on it. What’s your name?” Bucky read aloud to Steve as he wrote.
It was a few seconds before he recieved a reply.
“My name is Y/N Y/L/N. What’s yours?” Bucky read aloud as the words appeared on his skin. It was a girl. His heart leapt bounds and he froze, a million thoughts swirling in his head.
“Well, go on then!” Steve said, noticing Bucky’s hesitation.
“What if she knows who I am and what I’ve done… what if she doesn’t want to meet me…“ Bucky’s self-doubt spilled out of his mouth.
“Buck, she’s your soul mate there’s no way she wouldn’t want to meet you,” Steve explained.
With a shaky hand, Bucky wrote his full name and waited for a reply.
“The hero, Bucky Barnes? That’s you?” she wrote. Bucky studied the word “hero”. He had never thought of himself as one, always the villian if there had to be one, but when her first impression of him was that he was a hero, then he supposed it couldn’t be all bad.
By the end of the night, they had set up a time place to meet in person and Bucky was shaking with nerves by the time he was waiting for her. He had begged Steve to come with him to the Starbucks where they were to meet and after wearing him down, Steve finally agreed. It was mid-October, so the New York air was chilly and it didn’t help Bucky’s nerves at all.
Then he felt it.
His head started spinning and his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest as he looked around to see her. To his left, he saw a girl on crutches, her right leg wrapped in a purple cast. It was her.
“Steve…” Bucky managed out and gestured to her.
Before Bucky knew what he was doing, he walked over to her and their eyes met. Time seemed to stop when they looked at each other. His heart skipped a beat, he swore, and he could see nothing but her. Those eyes were the most beautiful he’d ever seen and he wanted nothing more than to stare into them for the rest of his life.
“It’s you… You’re Bucky,” she spoke breathlessly. “You’re my soul mate.”
Bucky smiled and nodded. “I’m.. I’m so glad to meet you…”
A huge smile spread across her face and Bucky couldn’t help but be mesmerized by how truly stunning she is. He wanted to know everything about her: her favorite foods, what kind of clothes she liked, even her favorite perfume. Interrupting his train if thought, Steve spoke from behind him.
“Bucky? Is this her?” he asked.
Bucky tore his eyes away from her face and looked at Steve. “Yeah, this is her… This is my soul mate, Y/N… Oh, Y/N, this is my best friend Steve.”
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” she said and leaned her weight on her good leg to stick her hand out to Steve for him to shake.
Bucky felt lighter than air when she spoke and he wanted nothing more than her happiness. The sun had begun to set by the time their drinks were finished.
“Well, I should get going. I have some medication to take and an exam to study for… It was wonderful to finally meet you, Bucky…” Y/N said in the sweetest voice he’d ever heard.
“I think you two should stay at the tower tonight…“ Steve said and smiled.
Bucky knew that he and Y/N had to spend the night together–it was a seal for their bond. At this point in their lives, their soul mate bonding is at its most fragile at the first meeting. There are some soul bonds that fall apart and take years of emotional labor to repair. Bucky looked at Y/N with pleading eyes and she smiled and nodded.
The following morning, Bucky woke up to soft skin against his own and a warm body curled tightly against him. As he breathed in, he smelled strawberries and vanilla, and it encouraged him to bury his head deeper into Y/N’s hair.
“Good morning, Bucky,” he heard her coo softly after she shifted slightly. Her cast made it hard for her to move freely in the bed, so Bucky made sure to move with her wherever she needed.
“Morning, doll..” he said and pulled back from her to look at her face.
She looked up at him and they smiled at each other as if the whole world had stopped just for them. Bucky’s heart began to pound in his chest and he placed a hand to her soft cheek.
Before he knew what he was doing, he followed the loudest voice in his head, screaming to just kiss her. So he did. He anchored his head down and let his lips fall to hers gently. She tasted of sweet mint, vanilla and decadent strawberries. Bucky was intoxicated and he couldn’t get enough. It was only when their lungs demanded oxygen that they parted from their passionate and time-stopping kiss.
“So… Breakfast?” he asked her and she nodded, giggling.
This is a mini series, only about 800 words a part, I will be posting
the parts through out the day, keep your eyes peeled peaches.
a world of Soul Mates, you manage to keep yours a secret. The initials
on your wrist that appeared on your 18th birthday, you’ve taken every
precaution to avoid letting anyone know who you were meant for. Captain
Rogers is a firm believer in the initials on his wrist, even though you
believe God has a sick sense of humor when it comes to your love life.
Captain Rogers and a lowly assistant are a joke of a match. Even the
ghost of Peggy Rogers agrees, how can you be meant for someone who still
carries the ghost of his beloved ex with him?
This is what you shall do :
Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyranny, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men — go freely with powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and with the mothers of families — re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul.
Walt Whitman, preface to “Leaves of Grass”, 1855
A/N: Just got back from Sweden and I’m super pumped to post this!! Also, there is only one part left and I’m super excited to post in within the next few days.
“Let’s go.” You pulled Rachel’s arm as soon as the interview
“I know.” She softly replied. She hadn’t thought about how
much this would hurt you when she convinced you to come. You both walked
quickly to the exit, but Rachel bumped into someone. “God, watch it.” She
seemed irritated, but it was probably just because you were about to cry and
she knew how much you hated crying in front of people.