and i am here for the food

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220.0 Friday –> 217.4 yesterday –> 215.4 today

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I am the skinniest person and most successful dieter aliiiiive! Okay, j/k, j/k, but you know how I love to ride this roller coaster of elation and depression according to what the scale says.

I kept to my plan all weekend, even when I went to the movie theater that serves boozy milkshakes to you at your seat, and I must have finally had the big whoosh @armsintheair and @unfcking told me I would once I stopped eating nothing but salt for dinner.

Here are my food logs for Sunday and yesterday so you can gasp at how easy it is for me to pack 700 calories into a meal without thinking.

brokenknifefrisk  asked:

"Human-made food/ingredients make their way to the Underground occasionally, right? How does that sort of thing fit into monster cuisine?"

*Encouraged by his friends, Caddy seems to be sending a text back to Dr. Greenburg @thegreenburggolem

Meaux:
 “Well, ‘sides from seafood washin’ up in Waterfall, there ain’t much that comes down from above that ain’t already gone bad. When we left, so did all the magic, so human food don’t last like ours does.”

Cleaver: “We have, however, imitated human dishes through various media that ends up down here. And while I am not sure how closely our cuisine emulates the ‘real thing’, I feel we do fairly well, considering most of our ingredients are alchemized.”

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@erenbaegerr and @perksofbeingawaifu asked for photos from my trip, so here you go, lovelies.

I’m still in the middle of the vacation and am breathing this city’s air with gratitude. Tokyo is such a great place to visit, full of contrasts and with so many wonderful, small places. It keeps on surprising me wherever I go and the food is heavenly.

The only thing I truly miss over here are the cats back home, my friends (especially @raindrop-rouge), and writing. But there’s still so much to see and I enjoy each moment to the full. Every day life will have me back in it’s claws much sooner than I’d wish to after all. :)

Once in a lifetime

I am but a simple man who just wants to hold your hand
Take you out to dance, I’am your number one fan
Fly you all over the map even to the moon and back
Kiss you under the stars and promise to take care of your heart

I know I’m a stupid man who’s looking for just one chance
To make you the happiest girl to ever walk this earth
Bring you food that you like, ramen with egg on the side
Promise not to lie and be there when you cry

I know you hate cliches, but girl you make me feel this way

Now I stand here, singing to you
With all I am more than true
Because I know a special girl like you
Comes once in a lifetime
Now I’m singing here like a fool
Hoping you would hear my song for you
I’ll paint you red so you won’t feel blue
You’re once in a lifetime

Every time I see you smile 
I can’t believe you’re here with me
Every time I hold your hand
I can’t remember just how to breathe 
And every time I close my eyes I see
You’re once in a lifetime

URL change PSA from Lefty

Guess what happens when @amidtheflowers comes to visit you?  She makes you change your tumblr url to match your AO3 account.  (she also brought me so much desi food, so pretty much she can do whatever she wants) 

Anyway, here’s the deal.  I’m gonna be leftennant from now on.  Not leftylain, but leftennant.  Nobody freak out.  It’s still me.  Just to prove it, I’ll post a goat or something once it’s changed. ;D

Omg we ate so much food, though.  Like.  So much food?  A truly stupid amount of food, and I ate a ladoo and a pink rasgulla. So yeah.  She is allowed to change my url now.  Which she is going to do.  Even though I am very nervous about it.  This might require another rasgulla…

anonymous asked:

I am anticipating some great Quarrie moments in 6.11. Not necessarily sex, but some great talks, and maybe some touches, even a kiss. They're going to have to spend the night in that house together, right? Where will they sleep? And there's no heat! I'm betting Q thought ahead and brought a sleeping bag, which he'll let Carrie use, and some food. Oh the possibilities!!! A girl can dream, right?

Same here! It’s pretty unusual for them to continue the next episode with the same scene, unless it’s an action cliffhanger from the last episode, and it looks like that’s happening. 

Also, why was it so important for Quinn to get her there at night only to watch the bad guys go to bed for the night? The van thing couldn’t have waited until the morning? He just wanted her there for the night LOL.  Whatever will they do with all that time… and it’s cold, with only body heat to keep them warm (so that’s a no to sleeping bags)… 

Seriously, it’s the perfect setting for some real conversation. Fingers crossed!

So it looks like it’ll be staying steadily above 40 from here on out, as such I’ve started working on the garage apartment. 

Yes, same one I lived in when I was 18 - 20. No, trying not to think about that time too much. I am ten years older and wiser and better at keeping as house. 

It will be good to have space again, limited though it be. I won’t be able to keep/prepare much food over there with the mice we tend to attract, and it’s not zoned for plumbing. But still. My own place to tend again, to have privacy. A door that latches :P For temporary living while I save up for Canada, is very good.

I have a crockpot and an electric kettle, I’ll be just fine.

Now, I just need a damn job to call me back. I’m hoping the job fair mid-April will be fruitful.

bullet journal ideas

winter’s the perfect time to scrapbook and write ideas into your bullet journal! here are a few ideas for you if you’re in need of inspiration!

  • Christmas recipes
  • movies to watch (fantastic beasts and where to find them!!!!)
  • books to read
  • shows to watch (personal recommendation: the crown)
  • Christmas wish list
  • songs/albums to listen to
  • plant care guide
  • topics to self-study
  • motivational quotes page (i have a few on my blog)
  • bucket list
  • what am I working for? (motivation page)
  • things that make me happy
  • where do I want to be in 5 years?
  • pretty color palettes
  • favourite drinks
  • favorite food/snacks
  • cities to travel to
  • stationery wishlist
  • habit tracker
  • movie/book quotes
  • places you want to go to with your friends
  • 2017 release dates of stuff you like
  • ideas for doodling/drawing
  • tips for time management
  • goals for your studyblr
  • “dog page” where you count all the doggies you saw every day
  • books I’ve read in December/January/insert month/year
  • online shopping hauls
  • letter to your past or future self!
  • playlists!! for a certain mood or situation
  • grade tracker
  • page to try out your new washi tape, pen, marker, etc.
  • handwriting practice/calligraphy
  • birthdays + possible presents
  • list of your friends and their best qualities
  • you + your friends MBTI types
  • sort your friends into Hogwarts houses!
  • mood chart
  • a sentence a day
  • plot ideas
  • character ideas
  • cryptography
  • beautiful words to use more often
  • untranslatable words!! 
  • “friend pages” where your friends write stuff in
  • your favourite feelings, smells and fabrics
  • fashion inspiration
  • textbooks to buy

Hopefully, this is helpful for some of you, if you have any more ideas, just add it on here. I know that finals are hard, but they’re soon to be over, so don’t give up!!

Signs when 3rd wheeling

*holds own hand*: Pisces, Sagittarius, Taurus, Leo

why am I even here I could just watch a romantic movie instead: Aries, Aquarius, Virgo, Capricorn

honestly I came here for the food and drama: Gemini, Cancer, Scorpio, Libra

404error-user-not-found  asked:

Imagine this: lance gives a flower to keith. Keith is so flustered and nervous. He panics and stuffs his mouth with the flower without saying a word and running away to the kitchen

Pidge: Oh my goodness! How do you know about that thing that actually happened and I have evidence of.

Keith: Pidge… Pidge no!

Lance: I’m not crazy here… am I? The boy knows what flowers are. He knows they are not food.

Shiro: Do Keith a great good… and forget the whole thing.

A.N. This look so long to come out cause I kept getting mesmerized by  Black Mirror which I decided to watch for the first time. Ugggg i’m so behind on questions!

i already made some quick textposts but here’s a quick list of what i caught during baekhyun’s live ig story thing (let me know if i missed something!!):

  • baekhyun said he ate lots of good food today 💕😭 
  • baekhyun really looked so tired and sleepy and was yawning and in bed and stuff during the whole broadcast and was acting like it was 2 am but it was 2 pm soihfeowijefoiwjefwe
  • his mother changed his sheets/bedspread to pink lmfao (i’m assuming he’s at his parent’s house ant not the dorms)
  • myongryong’s legs hurt bc he’s been running around a lot and welsh corgis’ legs hurt very easily apparently so he has to take him to a hospital soon :(
  • there are baekhyun posters put up all around his room that fans gave him and im crying
  • someone asked him to speak in english in the comments and he got a little embarrassed and said ‘hi my name is baekhyun’ he’s so cute
  • and he also read a comment that said ‘good english’ and laughed (i’m unsure if the comment was in english sounding korean or actual english though)
  • he put his face so close to the camera to read comments and it was so cute im ded also he covered his face a lot w/ the blankets and looked super comfy im 💕💘💗💟💓💖
  • after showing his room really quickly he giggled a little (i d*e) and he was like ‘it’s really clean huh??’ (as in his room) he’s so neat and organized wow

I tried…
I’m Austin and am super gay. I also can’t take a good picture to save my life but here we are. Thomas brings a lot of happiness to the life of this otherwise dismal fast food worker. So I’ve done a rare thing and took a selfie today.

The only ‘ray of hope’ in my life comes from the refrigerator.
—  707

So. Undertale. 

This game is very important to me! It helped me get through a lotta stuff, helped me grow as an artist and a person, helped me stay determined. Never expected a video game to make such a big impact on my life, but here we are. 

I’m not very good at speeches, so i’m just gonna say this: thank you, Toby, and thank you, Undertale. Happy one year anniversary! c’:

<3

  • capitalist: yeah so like we know its cheaper on the state to house and feed and give medical treatment to the poor
  • capitalist: but we want to keep a measurement of how much we're fucking over literally everyone, so lol lets not go for the cheaper option. I'm trying to win monopoly over here.
Genuine

Bit on the ‘what if’ side of things, but I think we would all want a girl like this for Harry, in one way or another. (On a side note this is my all time favorite gif of him) 

Let me know what you thought, here, loves! I am accepting requests :-)

Originally posted by 1dcaradelevingne-blog


Harry had a habit of keeping you close.

Always, but most especially when it came to being out in public. The fans, well, it was no surprise that despite their dedication they were a bit much at times. Not just with their words, but their actions too. He wanted to protect you from it, because as much as he loved his fans, he loved you more.

He kept you tucked tightly to his side whenever he could, whether it was you two grabbing some food or simply leaving for a quick stroll, he didn’t like you being too far away. It was this fear that had kept him from admitting his feelings to you and from taking the jump from really good friends to significant others. His life was crazy, and he didn’t want that to affect you. Even when you two had been the best of friends, he had kept you hidden from the public eye. You were his, and his alone, private, a hidden treasure of sorts and he wasn’t quite ready to share you with anyone else, let alone the world.

Even today, he’s gripping your hand a bit too tightly as you struggle to keep up with his long strides. Admittedly, it’s a bit crazier than usual. It’s one of the boys’ biggest concerts on this tour, which is exactly why Harry had insisted on flying you out for it. It’s not that you hadn’t seen the boys perform before, you had. You’d been backstage at the X factor and with Harry every step of the way since then. However, you had never been to a show in the U.S., and Harry knew better than to listen to your protests of the plane ticket being too expensive. “Doesn’t matter, love. Want yeh here.”

It really came as no surprise then,  that the fans are lined up outside the hotel in a gregorious multitude, and that the roped polls and army of men dressed in black and appointed to your protection  looked significantly tiny in comparison.  The concert isn’t until tomorrow, the boys getting a much needed day of rest before. Or, they had planned.

You can’t help but look around in awe at all the commotion. Despite the lack of red carpet under your feet, you feel like you are indeed walking one. The fans are screaming left and right, startling bright signs waving around carelessly in exchange for even a second of the boys’ attention. There’s crying too, a lot in fact. You can hear it from all different directions as breathless pleas and sobs echo back and forth around you. The other boys were already inside the hotel lobby, behind the glass doors and away from the quiet roar of the crowd. They had opted to make Harry and you sit in the very back seats that the car offered, something about not wanting to lose lunch being their reason. Harry’s still stringing you along, mindful that you’re taking it all in but hurrying to get the pair of you inside as one of the bodyguards on his right is talking to him about god knows what.  His head is low as he listens intently to what the man is saying. When Harry’s career had first taken off, he would come home every once in 

awhile and be ecstatic about the fans, telling you stories about how heartfelt they were. It was so endearing to watch him, his green eyes alight as he recalled to you the moments that stood out to him in the sea of press releases and talk shows and signings. As time went on, though, it wasn’t that his stories diminished but rather the light in his eyes did. He still had lots to tell you, but you knew Harry well enough to know something was wrong under the surface. 

“Already tired of the fame, Styles?” You had teased him with a  quirk of your eyebrow. 

His head had snapped up from his phone at that, eyebrows furrowed and forehead creased. “No. Never. Yeh know that, love. S’just…” He mumbled, trailing off as he closed his eyes and ran a hand down his face. 

You had frowned at that, leaning across the booth and grabbing his wrist in your fingers. 

“Harry, what is it?” You ask, dragging his hand away from his face. He sighs, opening the tired eyes you had been avoiding to acknowledge since he came back. 

“They’re lovely, the fans. I would never question that, yeh know? We wouldn’t be anything without em. I- we, owe them so much.” He rambles, eyes narrowed as he tries to find the right words. 

“Harry.” You whisper softly, releasing his wrist to intertwine your fingers with his. “Look at me.” You demand after a quick beat. 

He does, blinking at you. 

You shake your head at him gently, “You don’t have to convince me love, I know exactly who you are. S’me you’re talking too, remember?”

His shoulders had sag a bit at that and after a little more coaxing he had admitted to you that it was exhausting at times, but there isn’t a thing he would change.

“Harry, you’re entitled to be tired. You handle it so well, you know that don’t you? All those interviewers looking to get a rise out of you.. You’re wonderful, Harry, and I’m glad I’m not the only who knows that.” You had responded with a squeeze of his hand.

He had flashed you a grateful smile in response.

“Although, I can say it was easier when thousands of girls weren’t pining for you, love.” You tease with a smirk, earning a loud chortle of laughter from him and a shake of his head, brown curls flopping around.

“S’only one girl I fancy, really.” He responds, lifting his hand to his mouth.

And you’re just about to enter the hotel, a mere few steps from the stairs when you spot the neon sign. It’s hard not to see it, really, but the words scrawled onto it is what causes you to come to a  stumbling stop. Harry comes to a stop too when he has to tug on your hand, your grip loosening from his. He’s instantly alert, ignoring the babbling man next to him as he lifts his head and turns over his shoulder to look at you. You’re turned away from him, staring somewhere off into the crowd and he wants to grab your attention, lean forward and grab your hand once again but he knows you’d only stop if it was important.

You don’t wait to offer him even a look of explanation as your step away from him, backtracking a few feet. The bodyguards and security members they have stationed behind you two and babbling away into their walkie talkies, spreading the news of the sudden stop. You’re stepping dangerously closer to the poll, the fans all screaming at you but you seem unphased. “Harry, she can’t just-” One of the bodyguards begins to lecture, and Harry knows he should say something. He takes a step forward to call after you, the guards around him mimicking his moves and keeping a tight box around him. But that’s when he notices the sign the girl you’re headed for is holding. He feels his heart pang a bit, every time he reads one of those signs he feels so.. Powerless. Him, big star Harry Styles who feels as if he’s the most menial man in the world were confronted with those ferocious words. Through twitter dm’s and instagram comments, to the posters he’d seen and the things he’d heard about fans, young girls thinking such disheartening things. He felt most frustrated with this, out of everything that came along with his career. 

You’re stepping closer to the fan whose eyes are wide as she lowers the sign and her mouth takes a widening ‘o’ shape. The guard closest to you grabs your elbow a bit possessively, causing Harry to frown. You turn, looking down at your elbow and up at the guard and although he can only see the side of your face Harry knows you’re giving the burlish man the sweetest of smiles. He’s talking to you in an urgent voice but you shake your head at him, extending the arm he isn’t holding onto to pat his forearm gently. Harry smiles a bit, the tension between his eyebrows unfolding. He recognizes the action all too well, it’s the one you give him when he’s worried or stressed or simply frustrated. A simple pat to the cheek and a kiss to his forehead with a placating, “Relax, love. You’ll be just fine.” The bodyguard, fond of Harry, turns to give him a questioning look and Harry nods at him. He releases your elbow, and you unaware of the exchange step closer to the fan.

You smile at her, black letters painted across her flushed cheeks, 1D taut against her freckled skin. You lean forward and offer your hand, and she carelessly drops the sign to the floor to hold on it. 

“Hi, love. What’s your name?” You ask over the roaring girls around you, everyone spreading the word that Harry Styles’ girlfriend is speaking to fans. 

“C-caroline.” She stutters, eyes wide and voice trembling not nearly as much as her hand is in yours. 

“That’s a lovely name, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You respond with a smile. 

“I know who you are! I mean- I..” She stutters, ashamed of her sudden outburst. 

You smile at, flushing yourself. “I saw your sign, Caroline.”

  Her eyes go wide and her face drops to stare at said sign, laying on the ground with the word side facing up. Harry, you saved my life. 

She glances up at you, eyes swimming a bit. Caroline clears her throat, blinking at you, “Can I tell you?” She gestures to the sign with her foot.

You nod at once, and she begins to spill as much of her story as she can, tripping over the details and gasping with deep breaths to share enough in the short time you two have together. You nod along when you can, encouraging her with your eyes. The girls, around you and maybe a bit farther away too have fallen quiet as well.

When she’s done, you smile at her. “Oh, love. I’m sorry to hear that.” She smiles at you and even without the cameras on you, you would’ve considered your words just as carefully.

You clear your throat a bit and you address not just Caroline but all the girls around you, You shake your head at her, bringing your other hand up to sandwich hers between yours. “Being a teenager is a  proper pain in the arse, isn’t it?” You ask, addressing the girls around you two that leaning on their toes to get a better angle with their smart phones and listen to your words.

They laugh in response to your inquiry, nodding. You grin at them, taking in all of their wide eyed faces and expectant stares.

“I hope-” You stop at that, biting your lower lip and shaking your head before you start again, “I want you all to know it gets better, yeah? I know it seems like it won’t ever end or get better, but I promise you it does. And you’ve got to keep your pretty heads up. Focusing on the good things, it’ll help loves. Good people, good books, I mean you’ve already got good music to keep you company.” You add with a smile.

The girls nod all together and you feel your heart swell a bit when Caroline finally flashes her smile at you.

“You’ve got a beautiful smile, Caroline. Should wear it more often.” You offer as a parting sentence, before you pull your hands away from hers and wave at the group before turning back.

“Wait! Could- do you mind signing this?” Caroline cries, sign outstretched towards you. 

Your eyebrows furrow together, “Me?” 

“Yes, you’re awesome!” She screams, causing you to laugh. 

“I haven’t got a pen..” You mutter slightly, glancing over your shoulder at the bodyguard who gives you a pressing look. 

“I’ve got one, pet.” A warm voice says as a hand slips around your lower back. You turn and see Harry beaming at you with a pen in his hand. 

“Thanks, love.” You respond as you sign it for Caroline before she asks for Harry’s, who obliges, and after that the fans pick up the ir screaming again hand outstretched and waiting to grab at your boyfriend. 

“Let’s go yeah, unless yeh want to stop for anymore detours.” He mumbles into your ear before pressing his lips to your temple.

 “No, no, let’s go.” You nod and let him lead you towards the stairs, waving at the girls one last time.

The glass doors shut behind your and the other boys have taken a seat in the waiting area, standing up with a dramatic sigh when you two finally enter. You shoot them a quick look before Harry is towering in front of you with his hands locked tightly around your waist.  

You glance up at him hesitantly, expecting a scoff with a wild “what were yeh thinkin’ love?” but instead a met with a warm smile. Harry’s smile. His dimples are popping and his eyes are shining and you know it’s not from the reflection of the florescent lights in the hotel lobby. 

“What’re you smiling about?” You ask, leaning up to poke his dimple.

 He chuckles, turning his face to press a swift kiss to your finger. “Jus’.. happy, sweetheart.” He mumbles, leaning forward and impatiently kissing your forehead. 

You hum, gripping the fabric of his jacket and pulling yourself closer to him. The cameras outside are probably having a field day with what had just happened and Harry’s sudden burst of affection. “She was lovely, wasn’t she? Caroline.” You clarify, glancing back out the glass doors at the still boisterous fans. 

“She was.” He agrees, one hand reaching up to tilt your chin back in his direction.

You humph at him, “Needy, aren’t you?”

His response is a grunt and pressing his thumb deeper into your chin, before he grabs it and brings you forward in a scorching kiss.

When he finally pulls away, forehead resting against yours and puff puffs of breath warm against your cheek, he speaks, “Thank yeh for that, love. Yeh didn’t have to.. That was sweet of yeh. That girl’s gonna remember that for a long time.” He mutters, kissing your cheek.

It was the exact genuity that had attracted him to you in the first place. How simply it came to you to make someone else’s day better without a second thought. 

You smile at him, eyes narrowed in confusion, “All I did was talk to her, give her a listening ear. Anyhow, she adores you  and I reckon if we could leave her a little piece of you, she’d have something to cheer her up a bit. At least for a while, you know help keep her grounded. ”  

Harry shakes his head at you, ringed fingers brushing across your cheek, “Yeh did so much more than that, angel.  Don’t think those girls are gonna be thinking about me at all. The difference yeh just made…“ He trails off before clearing his throat and restarting, “Love yeh. Yeh know that, right?”He gripes suddenly, forehead bumping against yours to punctuate his words. 

You give him a genuine smile, laughing slightly as you tilt your head up to brush your nose against his lightly, “Love you, Harry.”