and the fact that we have groceries

THESE BOYS…

First Otabek and Yurio, GOING OUT TO EAT, you can even see that before they were caugh by Victor and Yuuri, they might have bee exchanging things like favorite songs, or taste in music, seeing as Otabek has one of Yurio’s earphones, and just how precious is that? Wanting to learn more about each other, Yurio’s new to having friends and little by little he is opening up to the other boy… Adore that they are actually meeting outside the rink, and becoming closer, AND THE FACT OTABEK ACTUALLY WENT TO RUSSIA JUST TO VISIT YURIO… (since we know they are in St. Petersburg).

AND OF COURSE, HAVING VICTOR AND YUURI, GOING GROCERY SHOPPING TOGETHER (THE DOMESTIC BLISS WITH THESE TWO NEVER STOPS).

Because you can actually see they went and bought some vegetables and bread, which means ONE IS COOKING FOR THE OTHER. THEY ARE ACTUALLY GOING TO THE SAME PLACE, AND EATING TOGETHER, HOME MADE FOOD, and either they are both cooking or one is better at it, so that person is handling the food. THEY REALLY ARE A MARRIED COUPLE AND THEY KNOW IT.

Hello neighbour from hell, may I help renovate your house?

Strap your seatbelts, this will be Odyssey long one. First thing first, let me take some time to introduce you to Cruella de Vil of this story, who I hated for many years with a fury of a thousand raging diarrheas. You know that joke if you had a gun with two bullets and you were in a room with Hitler, Bin Laden, and x-person, you would shoot x-person twice? Well, not only would I shoot her, I would proceed to beat her with gunstock, perform exorcism on her lifeless body (just in case) and then burry the remains. She is stereotypical neighbour from hell. And hell is in this case the Mediterranean.

I live in a medium sized Mediterranean town with ancient heritage; all the houses are old and jammed close to each other. My neighbourhood is also made of these stone houses which share walls, so for instance when my neighbour to the right plays guitar in his bedroom, I hear it in my living room (I don’t mind him though, he is always really quiet, respects the hours and plays Rolling Stones and Metallica really well) and when I fart in my toilet, Cruella on the left side hears it clearly. Suits her well.

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St. Petersburg headcanons

I’m 100% sure we’re going to have yoi s2 announced soon but I’m still not over the fact Yuuri and Victor are living together in St. Petersburg WOW

  • for the first two weeks, they’re inseparable? I mean they’re literally so excited to live together (and to be together after some time apart due to Nationals probably)
  • they go everywhere together, to the practice, grocery shopping, walking Makkachin, sightseeing (Victor is so happy to share his city with someone he cares about!)
  • Victor gets a heart attack every time he enters a room and sees Yuuri there. Yuuri making tea in the kitchen. Yuuri on the sofa scrolling through his phone. Yuuri in the bathroom brushing teeth. Yuuri at the morning wearing Victor’s old t-shirt. Yuuri sleeping beside him.
  • just Yuuri looking as he belongs there, it kills Victor in the best way possible
  • Yuuri never misses a chance to see Victor’s proper practice because he’s admired him all of his life and he can’t get enough of that. it feels weird at first, watching Victor falling and doing boring routine exercises but he knows that this Victor, who makes Yakov mad ten times a practice and searches for Yuuri after every nailed jump just to blow him a kiss is much more wonderful than the distance living legend that looked at him from all the posters
  • Yuuri was never so inspired by Victor as he is now and he can’t wait to win Worlds to show him just how much
  • Victor feels exactly the same way about Yuuri, he’s never worked so hard before but he just wants to prove to the whole world that Yuuri is the best thing that happened in his life
  • it’s the constant competition during their training sessions too, about who will nail more jumps and do more flawless figures, and making silly bets and rewarding each other with kisses
  • they’re usually too tired to cook so they eat outside or order something but Victor is a morning person and he likes to get up earlier to prepare them breakfast (he sometimes takes Makkachin for a walk and buys fresh bread from around the corner)
  • Yuuri sometimes comes back earlier from the rink to make them something warm for dinner. he’s not that good with cooking but living in Detroit teached him some basic surviving skills and he feels a bit guilty about Victor spending twice as much time on ice
  • it’s not always honeymoon, of course, there’s always something stupid to get irritated and argue about and they can both be really stubborn when it comes to it but their silent days never last longer than a couple of hours
  • (they always say sorry before going to sleep even if they’re still a bit angry)
  • Yurio hates when they’re arguing because the next day they’ll be even more affectionate than usual and it’s already hard to focus since Yuuri trains in Petersburg
  • the closer the competition the louder Yuuri’s anxiety is and Victor gets nervous both for Yuuri and because he’s afraid he’ll not have the comeback he imagined and they’re both just tired
  • if things between them get too tense one of them will go for a walk to calm down and come back with flowers while the other will prepare something hot and sweet to drink so they could sit together and try to talk about it even if they’re rubbish in admitting their worries and fears
  • it always comes to the simple fact they are having the best time of their lives and they’ll never say it aloud but neither of them imagines it could ever come to end

woah it’s so long and I’m only getting started remember you may always request more

Foodie Friday: Chocolate Souffles!

Servings: 2-4

Ingredients:
-1/3 cup sugar, plus powdered sugar for dusting
-5 ounces bittersweet chocolate, chopped
-3 large egg yolks at room temperature
-6 large egg whites
-Pinch salt

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees (Fahrenheit). Generously butter a souffle dish and sprinkle with sugar, tapping out excess.

2. Melt chocolate in a metal bowl set over a saucepan of simmering water, stirring occasionally until smooth. Remove bowl from heat and stir in yolks (the batter will stiffen).

3. Beat whites with a pinch of salt in a large bowl with an electric mixer at medium speed until forming soft peaks. Add 1/3 cup sugar, a little at a time, continuing to beat at medium speed, then beat at a high speed until forming stiff peaks. Stir about 1 cup of the whites into the chocolate mixture to lighten, then add mixture to the remaining whites, folding gently and thoroughly.

4. Spoon into souffle dish and run the end of your thumb around the inside edge of the souffle dish (this will remove any sugar particles on the inner edge, allowing the souffle to rise evenly). Bake in middle of oven until puffed and crusted on top, but still giggly in the center, 24 to 30 minutes. Serve immediately, with a light dusting of powdered sugar.

Magical Ingredient

There’s no denying the power that chocolate has in our day-to-day lives. At work, my coworkers have often laughed as I’d turn down candy, but happily accept chocolate with the reminder that “chocolate is not candy, it is its own food group for which we have a separate stomach: the chocolate stomach.” From ice cream to cakes to souffles, just about anything sweet that can be flavored has a variant which includes chocolate, and it’s used in nearly every holiday celebration throughout the year in addition to its frequent appearance in romantic occasions and post-romantic occasions.

Kitchen witchcraft often conjures the image of a witch with a rolling pin, baking pies and cakes. So it should come as no surprise that chocolate - an ingredient frequently used in baking - would have its own place in such delectable witchery. And how could it not? There’s no denying the fact that chocolate can help ease depression and sadness, and that it can brighten anyone who isn’t allergic to it (and in the media, look no further than Harry Potter, in which chocolate is the immediate cure after having a run-in with a dementor - the manifestation of true depression).

Chocolate, of course, doesn’t immediately come as that creamy sweet bar that we can buy at the front of the grocery store or in a gas station. In its purest form, it is the cacao bean. Historically, cacao beans were used as currency in Central and South America in addition to being made into a frothy beverage. The fruit of the cacao tree was also consumed frequently, and when the Spanish arrived, the tree was being cultivated for its fruit and seeds.

Chocolate became a luxury item in Europe afterward, and its popularity (unsurprisingly) grew quite quickly. Today, most cacao is cultivated in West Africa for worldwide consumption.

In terms of magic, cocoa is easily linked to prosperity and luxury. Its use as money in Central and South America adds to this, and its popularity among the nobility both in the Americas and in Europe further reinforces this notion. But I would argue that chocolate goes beyond prosperity and money magic. Of course, there are sweetening spells, in which chocolate can easily be incorporated, as well as love and lust magic which can most definitely involve chocolate. I would say that chocolate can be used in health and healing magic.

There is, of course, the fact that dark chocolate is rich in antioxidants, but I’m specifically referring to spells pertaining to mental health. It’s excellent for calming nerves for those suffering from anxiety, lifting the mood for those suffering from depression (keep in mind that depression isn’t just feeling sad… it’s losing all feeling, to the point where you just can’t feel emotion), and bringing joy to those who need it. Even when feeling physically sick, a cup of hot cocoa can help bring a bit more life to someone who is unwell. (When I had the flu last week, what was my hot beverage request made of my boyfriend? Hot chocolate!)

Incorporating chocolate into magic is fairly easy. Add it to foods such as baked goods and candy, or even to some more savory foods (chocolate goes particularly well with chili’s and pairs excellently with red wines). As an offering to deities, chocolate works well for deities linked with love or strong emotion or wealth.

Play around with ways in which to incorporate chocolate. It doesn’t have to be the candy bar, either. In a spell for self love, consider using cocoa powder as an ingredient. In sweetening spells, powdered hot chocolate can be incorporated easily!

To to cap it all off, chocolate is a food whose origins are linked to royalty, money, and prosperity. It’s grown to become a food linked with love and romance, but can also be very helpful in spells for mental health. Consider different ways in which chocolate impacts your life, and see where it’s magic can take you!

And may all your meals be blessed! )O(

Monsta X when they send you to buy groceries but you come home with a puppy instead

Requested by annonie~~


 

Kihyun:

At first, he would be to surprised to say anything, giving you a “WTFareyoudoing” expression. After that, he would probably burst out into laughter.

“(Y/N), that’s a strange kind of vegetable you have there. Should we name it tomato?”

Originally posted by kihqun

Minhyuk:

 

Would be more excited than you. As soon as he saw the dog, he would fall in love with it, totally ignoring the fact that there wasn’t any food. Minhyuk would be going out buying stuff for the puppy later anyways, so he could buy the groceries then.

“Ah, your ba- WOAH who are you, little doggy? Come here~~”

(The baby is the dog)

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx

Hyungwon:

 

All he wanted to do was sleep and after that prepare dinner with you. So why in the world was there a little dog jumping around on him?

At first he would be a little jealous of the dog, since you totally gave the puppy more Attention than him. He would get used to it tho and start to really like the little fluff ball. Just keep it away from him when he wants to sleep!

Originally posted by wonhontology

 

Shownu:

The last thing he expected when opening the door was a puppy sprinting into the house. He would be quite confused, his eyes wandering to the dog, to you, to the dog, back to you… But in the end he would be fine with it as long as you took care of it, since he already has 6 puppies to watch over.

“Alright, so… you got a puppy. Fine. I guess I’ll just order some food. Jagi, are you even listening?”

Originally posted by garisanee

Jooheon:

 

Nice. He was waiting for you with a special surprise which was a puppy, and you came home with…a puppy? He would totally love it, no question, he would probably try to impress it with his aegyo. However, know the two of you had to deal with double cuteness and double trouble.

“Supri- What?! You got a puppy too? *speechless*

(again just imagine the puppy is the baby)

Originally posted by kihn


I.M:

Badass, fire spitting rapper? Nope, at least not know. He would totally turn into a happy little fluff ball when seeing the puppy. Actually, he would be the one coming home with the puppy when you sended him to get you some groceries.

"Eum Changkyun, I said potatoes not puppies!”

“Oh come on (Y/N), she basically asked me to take her with me. Don’t you think she’s cute?”

“Yeah, she’s adorable!”

“See? That’s what I thought.”

Originally posted by changkyuh

Wonho:

At first, he would be speechless. He knew you loved cute pets, but wasn’t that a little bit much? After all he was looking forward to some ramen. As long as you were happy, he would be too, but he would get jealous quite fast.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry that I don’t have fur and chase after frisbees, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want cuddles and food…”

After one month or so, the puppy would have melted his heart and you would be the one jealous

At first:

Originally posted by garisanee

Then:

Originally posted by daehyeons

 

Thanks to the anonnie who requested this, I hope you guys liked my first ever Monsta X reaction~~

Thanks for reading!

anonymous asked:

"I've always been bad" cut to the nerdiest poet ever to appear on tv

I made the weirdest giggle snort when I saw this in my inbox. 

Fun fact - there was one summer where I was stuck in a tiny, tiny town in Nebraska with very little to do. We’re talking the kind of town with one restaurant, one grocery store, and two bars- all located on Main St. I’d brought a VHS tape with me that had Fool for Love recorded on it and… well…

I had that entire episode fucking memorized by the time we went back home.

I seem to have two main types when it comes to characters - awkward heartfelt nerds and villians who want to redeem themselves. So learning that Spike was secretly a love struck dork who wrote really bad poetry was like ~a chorus of angels singing~ moment for me. 

I just want to take him and wrap him up in a blanket.

Originally posted by marilynmay

One of my favorite parts about Spike were the moments where we saw flashbacks to his life before Sunnydale. Because when you put those pieces together, he repeatedly comes across as a man who is deeply insecure, constantly seeking the approval of others despite behaving as though he’s above that sort of thing. He was a human who only wanted to be loved and accepted despite knowing he didn’t fit in. As a vampire, he couldn’t stand Angelus and yet looked up to him like some twisted father figure who he wished would see him as an equal. He completely dedicated himself to Dru as if they were soulmates and yet that level of devotion was never fully reciprocated. And eventually, he reaches a point where that same desire to find somewhere to belong, somewhere to fit in, applies to Buffy and her gang. It’s an ill-fitting transition that hits of a lot of bumps in the road, but it’s there all the same.

I also appreciate him as a character because he makes the Buffyverse’s line between good and evil really blurry. With Angel, it’s a relatively simple dichotomy - he has a soul, he’s good. He doesn’t, he’s all-out 100% sadistic evil. But with Spike, he’s kind of caught somewhere in between. Even as a demon-driven vampire, he feels sympathy. He has the capacity for kindness. He tries to offer comfort. He holds the safety of the Summers sisters above his own survival. And at the exact same time, he’s still making morally questionable if not outright despicable choices because he’s still a soulless creature… I feel like the writers didn’t always strike the right balance between the two, which made it feel as though they weren’t exactly sure what to do with him. But the fact that that grey area existed in the first place is really interesting to me in a show that is all about good vs evil. 

I know you probably weren’t expecting a rant from a little joke ask like that but… well… here ya go. 

I suppose it’s a consequence of having not talked about a fandom you were intensely into for years… it all kinda spills out at once.

So I work the six UScan self scanners at my grocery store and for some reason customers decided to come through the self checkout with FULL carts. Usually this isn’t a problem (except the fact that that’s against store policy) but there’s always this one older woman who goes through the self checkout with a full cart and she always pushes the ‘call attendant’ button and every time I go over to see if she needs help she always demands that I help her scan her items. This wasn’t a problem until we got a new scanner system that makes it to where I have to scan my barcode at the particular checkout that needs help. Well today she went through self checkout like normal and as I was halfway though scanning her stuff for her two other lanes started beeping for me and I had to leave her order to help them so I wouldn’t get in trouble (the new system times your response times and if you aren’t fast enough you get written up) well she was LIVID that I wouldn’t finish her order for her and started yelling at me from across the UScan area complaining and threatening to call my manager and complain about me. So I finished helping the other two people and as I turned around to go back to her one of my managers was talking to her. I was freaking out thinking 'oh my god this is it I’m going to get written up’ and as I walked over to them my manager was explaining to the customer that SHE was in the wrong because it was against policy to make me scan her stuff for her and my manager said that if she wanted someone to scan her order for her then she would have gone through a normal lane. Well the customer was PISSED after that and ranted about how the store down the road from ours didn’t have that policy and that it was okay and then stormed out of the store mid-order. As I was gathering that customers order to give to the baggers to put back the manager came over and handed me a $3 store coupon to apologize for the customer. It was so wild.

Once Best Friends iii - luke hemmings au

Originally posted by popecalum

this one is the longest part so far.  i’m not as proud as the first part, but i am proud.  here we go.

here’s my masterlist

check out part two here!

if you’d like to request something, check it out here!

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I'm so mad right now

If you follow Kim Rhodes or Creation Stands on twitter, then you probably know why. A young woman has died due to a lack of insurance. DIED. For those in the back, because of a lack of money, a hospital refused to perform a life-saving surgery. IT WAS PREVENTABLE. Not only that, they refused to send her to a different hospital that was willing to do the surgery because of liability issues transporting someone so ill. (It sounds like the second hospital later said they couldn’t afford to do it, either, but still.)

I have always been of the mind to never let money be a factor when the chips are down like this. Do the thing and figure out the rest later. Money is never as important as a human life. The fact that a HOSPITAL doesn’t share this opinion shakes me.

Mostly, I’m mad because there’s nothing that I could have done. Yes, they set up a gofundme and I could have donated to that, but the chances of that account filling enough to cover the surgery were always slim.

There is something we can do, now, though. The family feels alone and abandoned, on top of being far from home and having to face finding money to cremate and bury their daughter. #SPNFamily has been called upon to send sympathy cards with gas/food/grocery gift cards to the family’s home address. Even just a note saying that you’re thinking of them will help.

Tom & Kathy
2905 S. 12th Ave.
Broadview, IL 60155

Let’s kick this in the ass, people.

erin-m-brown  asked:

Hello!! I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could maybe write a story where Betty and Jughead made a promise to each other when they were slightly younger to marry each other if neither of them was married by thirty-five and so Jughead tries to sabotage every relationship that Betty has till then? If so that would be amazing and again I love your writing and I can't wait for part three of that story!

Okay, to finish out this request, I’m going to have to make a part 2 lol. So here’s the part where they make the pact, and part 2 will be the series of times Jughead tries to sabotage her relationships. Hope that’s okay! 

@riverdale-ships also sent in a request to have a fic about Bughead as kids being really cute together, so I hope it’s alright that I combined the two. <3

Note: This takes place when Betty and Jughead are in the 4th Grade, so everyone is either 9 or 10 years-old. 

“Juggie, give it back!”

Betty lunged for the book that Jughead was holding high above his head, using all her strength to snatch it out of his grasp.

“I’m saving you the heartache, Bets, this book does not have a satisfying ending and wouldn’t be worth your time to finish,” Jughead explained, yanking the book away and shielding it against his chest. “In fact, we should probably just burn it now and save everyone else the misery it caused me.”

Betty stared him down, waiting for him to make his move before faking a lunge in one direction and shuffling her feet to dive for the book in the other direction. Betty smiled to herself triumphantly as she ran her hand along the cover that read The Bridge to Terabithia, before looking up to meet Jughead’s annoyed gaze.

“That’s my decision to make, Juggie,” Betty reminded him, tucking the book safely away inside her desk and turning in her chair to smile back at the red-headed boy chatting with his friends at the other end of the classroom. “Besides, Archie said it was really good and I trust his judgment.”

Please,” Jughead scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically as he followed her gaze back to their friend who was now making his way over to them with his brand new lunchbox in his hands. “The last book Archie read was Chicka Chicka Boom Boom in the first grade.”

“Actually, I just read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe for my book report, Jugs,” Archie informed him, swinging his lunchbox around by the handle as he passed them to stand in line for the lunchroom. “I loved it.”

“Oh, well, I stand corrected,” Jughead muttered sarcastically, a light-hearted tone to his voice as Archie smiled at him with amused eyes and headed out of the classroom towards the cafeteria.

A designer lunch bag swung around Jughead’s shoulder to land with a thud on his desk, causing worksheets to fly everywhere and land in various spots around the room.

“Sorry that not all of us can stand to read those boring mystery novels you like, Jughead,” Cheryl Blossom teased, her long red hair cascading down her shoulders as she tossed it behind her with a flick of her wrist. “We are only in the 4th grade  after all - or have you forgotten that small fact with that useless pea-sized brain of yours?”

“Yeah, and I bet all those fashion magazines you read are doing wonders for your intellect, Cheryl,” Jughead spat, pushing her lunchbox off his desk just as she grabbed the handle to pull it away effortlessly. “Gotta remember to pick one of those up on my next grocery store run. Not that you’ve even stepped foot in one of those before - you probably have no idea what I’m talking about!”

“Juggie, come on, we’re going to be late for lunch,” Betty gently pulled on Jughead’s arm and lead him towards the door to the classroom as they let Cheryl saunter by, her hair swinging behind her like a pendulum in an old grandfather clock. “Archie said he would save us a seat.”

“I swear, Betty, sometimes you’re the only person in the entire world I can stand to be around,” Jughead admitted, running his fingers along the brick wall of the hallway as they walked past each classroom. “No one gets me like you do.”

“Well, you are pretty complicated for a nine-year-old,” Betty informed him, giving him a sideways smile as she shuffled her feet along the tiled floor to keep up with him. “You can’t really blame everyone else for not liking the same things you like.”

“I don’t need them to like the things I like, Bets,” Jughead sighed. “I don’t even need them to like me. In fact, I don’t need them at all. The only people I need are you and Jellybean and Archie and that’s it, I’m set for the rest of my life.”

“What about when you get older?” Betty asked, her ponytail swinging forward to hit her cheek as she turned to look at Jughead. “Aren’t you going to want to meet a girl and get married one day?”

“I don’t know,” Jughead furrowed his brows together as he let this notion sink in. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Well I think your future wife will be pretty lucky,” Betty told him, her lips twitching up into a wide smile. “Whoever she is.”

“Hey, I have an idea,” Jughead stopped suddenly, grabbing Betty’s arm as they watched their classmates filing into the cafeteria. “Let’s make a pact right now. If neither of us are married by the time we’re - I don’t know, what would you consider old?”

“Thirty-five?”

“Okay, if neither of us are married by the time we’re thirty-five, we agree to marry each other, no questions asked,” Jughead posed the idea, his hands gesticulating wildly as he let the dozens of thoughts swirling around his mind transform into spoken word. “We’ll just go to the courthouse like those people I saw on that reality show, and then we’ll get married and that will be the end of that.”

“You sure you don’t want to fall in love first?” Betty wondered, a distant smile forming on her lips as she thought about all the fairytales she read when she was younger about princesses who met their prince and fell in love. “I always thought that sounded really nice.”

“Well, I like you a lot,” Jughead reasoned, shrugging his shoulders as he turned to gesture towards her ponytail. “Your hair smells nice and you give me your leftover chips at snack time. I think that’s close enough, right?”

“I guess you’re right,” Betty agreed. “Okay, we have a deal. Secret handshake?”

“It’s not an official deal without it,” Jughead reminded her, sticking out his hand as he prepared to complete the complicated handshake they created the summer after second grade.

“Betty, Jughead, over here!” Archie called out to them from inside the cafeteria, causing Betty to turn away from Jughead and wave back to him with a giant smile plastered on her face.

“There’s Archie, let’s go!” Betty exclaimed, leaving Jughead’s side and hurrying into the lunchroom to take her seat next to Archie.

“Come on, Archie, help a kid out here,” Jughead muttered under his breath, watching as Betty dumped out her lunch bag onto the table before spinning around in her seat to laugh at something Archie just said. “I don’t stand a chance if you keep making her smile like that.”

With that, Jughead headed through the double doors to join his friends at their usual lunch spot, already formulating the various plans he would put into place to ensure that he would always be able to stick to his pact with Betty no matter what.

I’m sure someone must have talked about this and I’ve just missed it, but have we fully discussed the fact that IN CANON, Dirk has cooked at Todd’s house?

Did todd say don’t eat that because he’d tried it? Or because he saw what went in it?

Did dirk try to cook for both of them?

We’re they standing domestically in the kitchen cooking together?

Was dirk making a huge mess while todd ran around putting out fires?

Why did dirk cook in todd’s kitchen when he had his own in the building?

Did they go grocery shopping together?

Or does todd usually cook and had a stocked kitchen?

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

So I just posted another thing about where I work, and I mentioned that I’d seen some shady practices since I’ve been here. So the bakery is in a grocery store in the Midwest that used to be Pauls, and I’ve only been here for 2 weeks. Yet they have me alone running the bakery. I share a space with deli so my work area is legit one small table. My manager keeps yelling at me to help deli when they’re busy, despite the fact that I’ve barely been trained in bakery, and never trained in deli. I work 9 hour days yet i usually go over because it’s way too much work for one person. But the day before the Super Bowl takes the cake. It was my first day by myself, and we were out of French Bread and Ring Doughnuts. Like my manager never put in my order for more so I couldn’t even make more. So they go to a competitor grocery store, buy French bread from their bakery, and have me repackage and label them as ours. They also had me put Krispy Kreme doughnuts in our doughnut case, which is supposed to be doughnuts that we made. I doubt those are allowed for individual sale. So not only is that ethically so so wrong, I’m pretty sure that’s all illegal? Reselling an item as yours, especially a name brand thing like Krispy Kreme?
I don’t have to deal with customers, but I really dislike the job. I plan to leave soon, though that’s mostly because of health issues.

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I have always been anti-leggings as pants. Mostly due to an extremely religious baptist school upbringing in which I wasn’t even ALLOWED to wear pants to school, let alone leggings. So it’s always felt a bit revealing to me. Now? Well, I’m a mom. Which means unless I want to flash my shiz to every other kid, parent and animal at the park/grocery store/doctor’s office then leggings as pants it is!

My kid is still sick but I think she might be turning a corner. She’s tried to eat today and wanted to play outside. She’s been lying on top of me since Sunday so this is huge.

She’s been occupying most of my time and energy this week so I’ve completely forgotten about the fact that I have gallstones and need to have my gallbladder removed at some point. Yay.

Speaking of which… Hi, America. Can we please talk about why your insurance is so expensive?? Phil owns his own company and I freelance so it’s not like we’re destitute but good grief our insurance bill has me all 😱😭😵😫

So with that in mind, I’ve been trying to think of ways to side hustle and earn some extra money that doesn’t involve taking on more freelancePR clients (the time involved for that is more than I can handle at the moment) and I think I may have stumbled across something. Fingers crossed!

My first job was working at Ralphs Grocery.. When I would go in my break I would get food from the service deli. A beautiful woman named Ms.Sharon worked there & would always tell me “You know dark chocolate is good for your heart.” We would share a laugh & a smile every time because I knew she was talking about my skin color 🖤 I don’t think I’ve been more in love with my skin color than I have these past few years!
Also shoutout to the fact that this is film so there is no editing this just me sitting in the shade & skin looks like the little boy from moonlight. Happy about that, wow. Photo by @jorgannelsen ! Happy Blackout Guys! Instagram: Jessiridescent ✨

I only date Italians (Tony DiNozzo X Reader)

Criminal Minds/NCIS

Warnings: Um, I don’t think theres any major ones… I mean its a CM/NCIS story so mentions of death like once but nothing happens to main characters.

This isn’t my best work but you know sometimes things don’t go as planned. I like this story so that’s all that matters right?

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December birthday (part two)

Originally posted by imsteelgirl

“How long are you giving me the silent treatment for then?” Harry sighed mid-story. When I had woken up on the sofa (with a pain in my neck and cold toes from being too tall for the seat), I could hear Harry rattling around in the kitchen as he hummed along to the song playing on the radio.

After finding the energy to lift my head from the cushion, I shuffled in to get a glass of water and some paracetamol and ignored his ‘good morning’ greeting, deciding instead to sit myself down at the table and busy myself with replying to Poppy’s messages.

“’m not giving you the silent treatment.” I eyed him. “I just have nothing to say to you.”

“Love,” He sighed, setting down the dishcloth he had in his hand and moving to pull out the chair opposite me on the table. “How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”

“You don’t.”

“You know I didn’t do it purpose, I have your present wrapped up n’ everything.” He continued. “jus’ got the dates mixed up.”

“I don’t want any presents, Harry.” I snapped, finally looking up at him. “All I wanted was to have you for one day. You couldn’t even fit me into your busy schedule for one day.”

“Hey, c’mon now, it’s not like that!” He protested gently, brows furrowing at the thought.

“Yes it is! That’s exactly how it is!” My voice had raised now out of frustration but I couldn’t hold it back any longer. “This isn’t just about my birthday, you haven’t been with me for weeks now.” I shook my head and looked down at my fingers as a means of distraction. “There’s always something more important- whether it’s a meal out or a quiet night in and now even my birthday, I just don’t feel like I-“ I took a deep, shuddering breath as I found a way to word my next sentence.

“Like you what?”

“I don’t feel like I mean as much to you as you do to me.” His face fell when I said it and it broke my heart to see him look so sad, but it was the truth. “And that’s ok, I can’t force you to- just don’t keep leading me on.”

With that said, I quickly stood up from the table, placed my glass in the sink and made my way upstairs for a shower. Harry didn’t move or make an attempt to respond to me- which I was glad for, because I wasn’t sure I had much more to say to him.

Once I was showered and dressed, I grabbed my coat and keys and made my way downstairs. The radio was no longer on and Harry wasn’t humming to himself as he normally would but I knew he was still here because I could hear the light clatter of the cutlery against his plate as he ate silently and alone.

It broke my heart to think that he may have set out a plate for me, hoping I’d come join him and it took eveything in me to not peek round and check; because I knew that if I discovered he had, I would have forgotten that I was left on my own yesterday and would have dropped everything to be with him. So, instead, I slipped on my shoes and left the house without another word.

//

After the events of the past 48 hours, I found it strange that all I wanted was to have a day on my own; and in between getting a few groceries, walking round Hyde park and sitting alone in a small coffee shop, I had time to think about everything over the past few months.

There was that feeling of guilt floating around inside me, for being so harsh and unforgiving with Harry but it wasn’t him forgetting my birthday that made me so upset- it was the fact that he spent so little time with me recently that I felt like nothing more than a burden when we did have any time together and him forgetting when my birthday was after years of making it so special, made me wonder if he even cared anymore.

From: Harry 14:20pm

Hope you’re enjoying your day wherever you are but I have something planned for you if you can come home this evening? If you don’t want to I understand but Iet me know xx

 

From: Harry 14:21pm

I love you xx

To: Harry 14:34

 I’ll be home around six.

 

//

True to my word, I arrived home at six o’clock and was met with a darkened house- the only sign that Harry was home was the dim light I could see through the living room window which was most likely a candle.

As I stepped through the door and set my keys in the dish on the shelf, I found what looked like a homemade cinema ticket- with Harry’s messy handwriting scrawled across it.

 

ADMIT ONE: BRIDGET JONE’S DIARY

For the first time since yesterday morning, I felt a smile tug at my lips. Without having to look, I felt his presence in front of me and I kept my gaze on the homemade ticket as I spoke.

“What’s all this?” I gave him a tiny smile as I looked up to see him look as nervous as I had ever seen him before.

“November 18th.” He cleared his throat and I looked at him with a confused expression. “The night we were supposed to go to the cinema together and I cancelled because I was stupid enough to think that a drink with my mates was more important.”

“Harry, that was no big deal.” I laughed softly. “I’m not gona hold a grudge with you because I didn’t get to see a movie.”

“No.” He shook his head, silencing me. “’s not the point, I shouldn’t have let you down.”

“It’s-“

“Alright, so will you come to the ‘cinema’ with me or not?” He tried his best to sound confident as he changed the subject but I could see in his eyes that he was nervous.

“Is there popcorn?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well then I guess I might go.” I smiled.

“Before popcorn, we have chinese for that lazy night in we missed on 30th October.” He began, clapping his hands together as he led his way into the living room- where I found a mountain of blankets, chinese food on the coffee table, the movie title playing on the tv and a bowl of popcorn sitting next to the remote.

“Harry, this is really thoughtful.” My heart was melting at how much effort he had put it- it wasn’t what I expected to get off him at all.

“And,” He called from the kitchen. “Prosecco for that night of Joanne and Dean’s wedding, when I left you in the room alone with the bottle of prosecco we were supposed to share.”

“You didn’t have to do this, I wasn’t bitter aboout those things, H.” I said and I genuinely meant it from the bottom of my heart.

“I know you weren’t, but you had every right to be.” He sounded nothing less than  disappointed in himself. “I know I’ve been a pretty shit boyfriend the past while-”

“You haven’t, it was just-“

“I have.” He shook his head. “I have been. I’ve been putting everyone else before you and you’ve never once complained. I know you must think you don’t mean much to me but you’re so wrong- you’re everything to me and I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Ok, now you’re sounding cheesy.” I laughed.

“I know, I know.” He chuckled with me. “But basically I just wanted to say sorry for everything and, starting tonight, I’ll make it up to you if you’ll forgive me.”

I pretended to think for a few seconds but couldn’t take the look of anxiousness in his eyes any longer.

“Of course I will you cheeseball.”

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Birthday dinner

Title: birthday dinner

Anonymous asked: “Sherlock x reader. The reader doesn’t like celebrating her birthday beaches it’s the same day her parents died. Sherlock understands this, and just takes her out to dinner to toast her parents which is what she does every year. But when Greg decides to plan a surprise party for her, everything goes wrong”

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Characters: Sherlock, John, Greg, Molly and you (Y/N)

Warnings: mentions of suicide, death of parents

Word count: 1236

A/N: thank you so much for requesting. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy it! Ps: english isn’t my native language so if you notice any mistakes don’t be afraid to contact me ________________________________________________________________________________________ Stretching your aching bones you awoke. 4:37 AM your alarm read. That meant it was officially your birthday. You had always hated your birthday, well not always but ever since the day your parents died which happened to be the exact same day as your birthday. You had felt anger and sadness, thinking about how they could have left you on your birthday. In the beginning it felt like a stupid prank but over the years you accepted your fate and decided to leave your birthday as it was: just another day of the year. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep you got out of bed and made yourself a cup of tea. Sitting down at the kitchen table with the steaming hot tea in front of you, you heard your phone buzz. “looking forward to our dinner? -SH” the message read. You smiled to yourself, your birthday might be a bad day but Sherlock always knew how to make you feel better about it. The first time you had met Sherlock was on a case. You had lived right across 221b baker street. One day you had come home and your apartment was in ruins. Sherlock explained that someone called Moriarty had placed a bomb in your apartment. You had stayed with Sherlock and John for about a fortnight until you got a new apartment. You had moved into the same apartment building only a floor higher. You wanted nothing more than to get far away from the ruins of your old apartment but Sherlock had insisted that you stayed and over the years the two of you had become good friends. “every year Sherlock. How did you know I was awake anyway?” you texted back. A couple seconds later your phone buzzed again. “saw the light in your kitchen, figured you were getting tea -SH” of course, the light. “why are you awake?” you texted, placing the now empty cup in the sink. “got a new case. Woman, early 40’s has committed suicide -SH” you read. “I’m coming over, might help me get my mind of things” 10 minutes later you knocked on Sherlock’s door. “good morning Y/N, we gotta be quiet we wouldn’t want to wake John and Rosie” he whispered. “sure, tell me everything you know about the case” you said. “Sasha Heinrichs, German, early 40’s, committed suicide only it wasn’t suicide” he explained. “but who would go through all the trouble to set up a fake suicide” you wondered. “besides me” he stated. “yeah besides you” you laughed. “well, there are 3 suspects: her son, her sister and her husband” “have you seen her in the mortuary already?” you asked “not yet, I thought we could go together” he said. “absolutely” you said thankful. A couple of hours went by. You knew Molly started her shift at 3 PM and she was the only one who would let you see the corps. In the meantime you took care of Rosie while John and Sherlock went to get groceries. You knew they had returned when you heard them arguing about the fact that John forgot to buy milk again. You promised you would bring milk back once you returned from the mortuary. “are you ready to go Y/N?” Sherlock asked. It was half past 3 and Molly had agreed to let you examine the corps. “happy birthday Y/N” Molly said excited as she let you into the mortuary. “yeah thanks” you said. “wrist cut” Sherlock said as we saw the corps. “certainly not done by herself, look at the angle” you noticed. “excellent Y/N. Look at the deep cuts, whoever did this must have used incredible strength” he said. “so that rules out her sister doesn’t it?” you questioned. “indeed. We might need to have a word with her son and husband” the two of agreed that you would talk to the son and Sherlock with the husband. “Mr Heinrichs, do you mind if we come in and ask you a few questions about your wife’s suicide?” Sherlock asked. “by all means, my son Trevor is upstairs if you need to speak with him as well” the man said. You walked upstairs, heading towards the room Mr Heinrichs had said belonged to Trevor. Softly knocking on the door Trevor opened almost immediately. He was a tall fit boy with black her around the age of 19. “who are you?” he asked me. “I’m Y/N, I’ve come to talk with you about your mother. If that’s alright with you” you said. Trevor nodded his head. He sat at his desk while you sat across him. The room was decorated with drawings of all kinds of things. “so you enjoy drawing?” you asked, hoping to get Trevor at ease. “yeah” he said as he continued on a previous drawing. After half an hour you went downstairs where Sherlock was waiting for you. “any clues?” Sherlock asked me. “not really, he’s just a teenager, I think” you said. “what’s that?” he asked as he pointed towards the drawing Trevor made for me. “he gave me one of his drawings” you said, giving it to Sherlock. “I think we just found our killer” he said. He told the taxi driver the new address of the mortuary and in less than half an hour the two of you were standing over the corps again. “the wrists are cut diagonally, from left to right. Mr Heinrichs was right-handed, he could have never made a cut like that. Look at the drawing Y/N” Sherlock said. You instantly knew what he meant: on the left side of the paper had Trevor signed his drawing. “Trevor was left-handed” you said. “time to call Geoff” Sherlock said. “who?” you questioned. “Geoff Lestrade?” Sherlock asked. “he’s called Greg. Do you seriously not know that?” you laughed. “fine let’s call Greg then” both of you tried but you couldn’t get a hold of Greg so you decided to let the Scotland yard take care of it. You returned to baker street dropping off the milk you had promised John. Only John wasn’t there. “shall we go to dinner then?” Sherlock asked you. “let me change into something else first, I’ve been running around in this outfit all day” you said. Crossing the street to your apartment. As soon as you turned on the lights in your apartment you heard “SURPRISE” and you could see John, Molly, Greg and a couple of other friends of you. “happy birthday Y/N!” they all screamed. “oh no” you said trembling. Behind you you heard Sherlock coming up the stairs. Taking quick notice of the situation, he gave you the keys to his apartment and whilst he stayed to explain why you ran off. After John and Sherlock returned and John had apologized you started to feel a bit better. “do you still want to go out and have dinner?” Sherlock asked. “do you still want to have dinner with me?” you asked Sherlock. “of course Y/N, I care deeply for you” Sherlock said giving you a sweet kiss on your cheek. “please don’t ever leave me Sherlock” you said. “I’ll always be there for you Y/N” Sherlock said as he took your hand in his. That night you had an amazing dinner. You didn’t even care about your birthday anymore, you were just happy Sherlock was there to help you get through it.

Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

So I’m trying to talk to this guy about why it’s inherently wrong to exploit animals today and he just kept going back to “But the bible!” “It says in the bible!” THE BIBLE SAYS YOU CAN SELL YOUR FEMALE FAMILY MEMBERS INTO SLAVERY SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH THESE ARCHAIC WAYS OF THINKING

He also disagreed that humans are biologically animals, he kept comparing humans to tigers, and kept talking about how native Americans respect the animals they kill, and said all this bullshit like “humans have higher intelligence” THEN BITCH WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO ALL THIS SHIT WITHOUT KILLING OTHER SENTIENT BEINGS

He said “I don’t feel any sympathy for animals”.

He said we shouldn’t refer to animals as “someone” because that’s a word which only pertains to humans, because “humans have souls and animals don’t”, and “animals don’t feel things like humans do”.

He said as long as we carefully consider our meals, it’s perfectly okay to eat a steak as long as we appreciate the taste. I was ready to put this motherfucker’s head through the wall. Are you part of a native American culture!??? Native Americans couldn’t walk into a grocery store and buy a bunch of bananas. Eating meat has been essential to certain cultures because THEY DON’T HAVE ALL THE OPTIONS YOU DO. YOU ARE A PRIVILEGED WHITE BOY. YOU CAN GO INTO A GROCERY STORE AND FUCKING BUY VEGETABLES. BUT INSTEAD YOU ARE VALUING SOMETHING AS STUPID AND FLEETING AS TASTE OVER SOMEONE’S LIFE AND THEN TRYING TO JUSTIFY IT BY SAYING “humans are higher beings, humans have power over animals, humans are meant to be stewards of the earth” WELL WE’RE SURE DOING A GOOD FUCKING JOB OF IT AREN’T WE

He also said (I shit you not), “Facts are irrelevant to me.”

CARNISTS DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT FACTS. ALL THEY CARE ABOUT ARE THEIR GODDAMN TASTE BUDS. THEY CAN’T MUSTER THE SLIGHTEST HINT OF CRITICAL THINKING, THEY ARE LITERALLY JUST LIVING TO SATISFY THEIR TASTEBUDS. THEY’RE FUCKING PRIMITIVE.

ANY CARNIST WHO HAS BEEN CONFRONTED WITH THE FACTS AND STILL DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT IS THE DEFINITION OF INHUMAN AND DISGUSTING. JUMP OFF A FUCKING CLIFF.