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Blueberry chocolate smoothie bowl


The first recipe of 30 Days of Veganism is, of course, a breakfast smoothie! Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day and you can prepare any delicious smoothie bowl in such a short period of time. This morning I added some cocoa powder to my usual fruit smoothie; it definitely satisfied my chocolate cravings!

Just a side note: I usually eat my smoothie bowls either with added oatmeal or homemade granola. Feel free to take out the rolled oats and substitute them with granola of your choice.


Ingredients:

  • 40-50g of rolled oats
  • 100-125ml of plant milk (depending on the desired consistency; I used soy milk - it has extra protein)
  • 1 tbsp of vegan protein powder (optional; I used hemp protein)
  • 1 tbsp of cocoa powder
  • 1 tbsp of nut butter (I used almond butter)
  • 80-100g of frozen blueberries
  • 2 ripe bananas
  • 1 tsp of chia seeds
  • fruit toppings: banana chunks, kiwi (or any other fruit you have)
  • other toppings: 1 tbsp of nut butter, 2 brazil nuts (for your daily dose of selenium), a handful of cashew or other nuts


Preparation:

  1. Boil the oats with about 200ml of water.
  2. In the meantime, pour the plant milk into a blender, add the protein powder (if you’re using it), cocoa powder, nut butter, frozen blueberries and 1  1/2 banana, and blend it all until smooth. If the consistency is still a bit too runny, add 1 tsp of chia seeds to make it a bit thicker.
  3. Make sure to stir the cooking oats.
  4. Prepare and cut the fruit for toppings.
  5. Once the oatmeal reaches the desired consistency, pour it into a large bowl. Then pour the smoothie over the oatmeal. Add the fruit (including the remaining ½ a banana) and other toppings, and enjoy!

anonymous asked:

1/2 Omg please help. This isn't even a big deal but now it's driving me crazy. Okay so Jonghyun posted a pic on Jan 3 that I realized he changed recently while scrolling through his Twitter. In the picture there's a hand, and I had like a 0.3 second passing thought that "hey that looks like Taemin's hand". And now I can't get over it. Taemin's ring and pinky finger on his right hand (the person in the pic is also sticking out their right hand) "indents" inward (like the hand in the pic??)

Anonymous said:  The middle finger also looks the same in that it kind of “spreads out” in the middle. Do you understand my level of obsession. Omg. This is so not a big deal but I can’t get over it??? Until someone shuts me down or confirms I just want a second opinion help help help. Like I have a collage of Taemin’s right hand now omg.

Anonymous said: Hi, same crazy hand anon here. Okay even if by some chance it actually is his hand it doesn’t mean anything. Like I’m not asking you to prove a point lol. My 0.3 second passing thought has spiraled out of control and I just want help omg.

ahh darling, yes it kinda looks like tae’s hand, but from what I see, it’s the cashier’s hand ;;; who’s wearing a nicely done nail polish, the last time tae wore a nail polish, it didn’t go very well….

I forgot how wonderful and how horrible prednisone is at high doses. On the one hand, breathing is easy. On the other hand, it makes me tense enough to get a headache.

It’s the first time since my chemo infusion I have had to use it, and that is concerning. I had a rash of migraines followed by a return of the vasculitis, and now enough pain that I had to take prednisone to be able to use my hands enough to take my psych test.

I was worried when I had the chemo treatment bc I thought that the flare up that had lasted several months was fading and I might not be able to tell how well the chemo worked.

Given the return of the symptoms and only partial effectiveness of the prednisone - which usually makes all pain go aware in 20 minuets - I’m concerned that the chemo is going to end up as uneffective as the TNF blockers.

I’m already taking daily immune suppressants, twice weekly chemo, and now chemo IV infusions two or three times a year. I’m worried there isn’t much left to try…

By the way

New meds are kinda kicking my ass right now. You know how it is when you start new head meds. Drowsiness doesn’t even begin to cover it. I woke up the morning after the second dose with trembling hands. Yay. Yes, I am keeping an eye on things. It’s nothing new. Well, having to *teach* full time while acclimating to meds is new. But I’ll survive. I hope.

On the bright side, for my followers, this means I likely won’t have quite so many posts for a bit. I know I reblog far too many things. But it does mean a slowdown on lego stuff. Sorry about that.

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Hunger Games Simulator - Dragon Deathmatch - 03 (03/17)

tfw you miss about 3 days of president snow time

*squints* Okay I need to make this a Lance fic somehow. *rubs chin*

This got way out of hand. I spent 800 words just setting up the scene I
don’t even oh just take it. Aaaand it ended up at nearly 2500 words. I
HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY.

Bonus Round: “…Is there any specific reason there’s a sock in the microwave?” 

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Ahhhhhh more Klance

Keith and Lance laying on a couch together, Lance has Keith ontop of his chest and the whole house is silent. Keith’s arms wrapped around Lances neck loosely as he doses softly. Lance’s hand lazily trailing up and down his pale back as he just watched his little prince finally get some sleep after a long day of training. Leaning down he just presses a kiss to his forehead and falls asleep himself knowing how lucky he is to have Keith so close to him from now and forever.

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Stargate Atlantis 2x14 “Grace Under Pressure”

“You’re real,” he whispered.

“Half the night I waste in sighs,

Half in dreams I sorrow after

The delight of early skies;

In a wakeful dose I sorrow
For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow,

The delight of happy laughter,

The delight of low replies.” 

― Alfred Tennyson


“I’ve seen ye so many times,” he said, his voice whispering warm in my ear. “You’ve come to me so often. When I dreamed sometimes. When I lay in fever. When I was so afraid and so lonely I knew I must die. When I needed you, I would always see ye, smiling, with your hair curling up about your face. But ye never spoke. And ye never touched me.”

“I can touch you now.” I reached up and drew my hand gently down his temple, his ear, the cheek and jaw that I could see. My hand went to the nape of his neck, under the clubbed bronze hair, and he raised his head at last, and cupped my face between his hands, love glowing strong in the dark blue eyes.

“Dinna be afraid,” he said softly. “There’s the two of us now.”

-Voyager

Thank You Letter To My Future Love

Everyone is damaged. You’ll probably learn in many small doses, and a handful of big doses, that I’m very damaged. I have a very hard time trusting people and I let few in.

I can’t say that I had the best role models when it came to love, growing up. Sure, my parents looked happy, but there was always this feeling that something was wrong. It wasn’t until I was in high school when I realized that something was really wrong.

Then it wasn’t until college when I realized something was terribly wrong, and that for most of my life, my parents kind of put on the best damn show.

Because of all of this, I got stuck in this same kind of vicious cycle, where I put on a brave face. I invested so much of myself into toxic relationships because to quote one of my favorite books, “We accept the love we think we deserve.”

I invested myself in relationships where all I felt was insecure and had to be a different person to one up those considered competition. I was stuck in relationships that were unkind, unfaithful, and vicious. (They weren’t even real relationships.)

I just chose to kind of/sort of be loved by random people. I chose to be loved by those who didn’t truly love me. I chose to be loved by those who came around when they had no one to join their pity party. I chose to be used and abused - not physically, but emotionally, and that broke me.

What broke me even more is that I put my brave face on, acting like I wasn’t completely torn apart inside with every bit of me dangling from a string. It took me a long time to mend all of that on my own. It wasn’t easy, and I can’t say that I’m even fully repaired.

Sometimes you can’t fully repair anything, but you can mend them. And though there is a small mark to remind you of what happened - you’re together, you’re making it, and you keep going.

The time I took to mend myself is what led me to you. I let you in because I believed in you and us.

That may sound cliché or melodramatic, but it’s true because like I said before - I let very few people in.

I want to thank you for being patient with me. I know that it can’t be easy for you to be with someone who has a hard time expressing their feelings. It can’t be easy to be with someone who won’t show you their tears because it’s been ingrained in them that tears show weakness. It can’t be easy to be with someone who shuts down in arguments.

I know that it just can’t be easy.

I want to thank you for loving me through all of my flaws. I want to thank you because you broke the cycle. You give me a love that is kind, faithful, and secure. Instead of wanting to be a different person to up the competition - I just want to be a better person. Because there is no competition.

You chose to love me, and I sincerely thank you for that - because now I know that this is love.