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peppermint-chocolate-cherries  asked:

On the topic of the rocky mountain oysters, what is the worst food any of the Anglos have forced the others to eat? (Scones don't count.)

“We can feel the vibration that comes from the candle flame, burning it way into our innermind, no blurry images, clear as crystal, we enter into the highest consciousness, on our journey back home, we possess the eagle’s eye, the eye that can see the invisible.”  
 ~ Michael Bassey Johnson

~ Visionary artist, Ean K Pegram “Out Of Body Experience”
~ George RedHawk motion effects ( DarkAngelOne )

“Oggi voglio ricominciare a lavorare seriamente: non vedo l’ora, perché non far niente dopo un po’ annoia, anche se mi costringo a meditare intensamente, mattina e sera, sull’arte e su altre cose. Non riesco mai a rilassarmi completamente, e invece mi farebbe bene. Così continuiamo a «lavorare» in un altro laboratorio, nella beata speranza di realizzare qualcosa: sperare è lecito, finché le tele sono ancora di un bianco abbagliante.”

G. Klimt, Dalla lettera a Marie Zimmerman, degli inizi di agosto 1903

“Pain is a pesky part of being human, I’ve learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can’t be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.”  
~ C.JoyBell C.

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elizabethhollandart Last night I slept on the edge of a volcano. This is how close I was to molten lava. Single scariest thing I have ever done and total health and safety nightmare. It was an amazing amazing experience.

Travelling in Spanish 🏝️

  • Viaje en tren / coche / avión. Train / Car / Plane trip
  • Viaje a caballo. Travelling on horseback
  • Viaje en el tiempo. Journey in time, time travel
  • Viaje de ida. One-way trip
  • Viaje de vuelta. Return (only) trip
  • Viaje de ida y vuelta. Round trip
  • Viaje de vacaciones. Vacation travel, travelling for the holidays
  • Viaje de trabajo. Work trip
  • Viaje de estudios. Study trip
  • Viaje de fin de curso. End-of-year trip (school)
  • Viaje astral. Out-of-body experience, astral trip
  • Viaje al pasado. Trip to the past, trip down memory lane
  • Ir de viaje / Hacer un viaje. Take a trip
  • Estar de viaje. To be travelling, away on a trip
  • ¡Que tengas buen viaje! Have a good trip!

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for a first time flyer? Tips for going through the process, the long flight, and exiting the airport/picking up your luggage and all specifically that would have helped you in hindsight? I have a trip coming up and I'm slightly nervous even after googling tips since I'll likely be flying alone. Thanks ^^

As someone who has flown more than a bit before, and usually by myself, I will give you The Sudden Adult’s Guide to Surviving Plane Trips ™.

Checking In:

  • For most flights, you can “check in” as early as 24 hours before your flight. This will allow you to print your boarding pass at home/library/etc. and cut some of the time you’d be wasting standing in a long-ass line waiting to print your ticket. Gotta love technology.
  • Check your flight the morning of, or a few hours, before you’re scheduled to leave for the airport. Make sure the time hasn’t changed due to weather/mechanical issues/etc. No one wants to arrive at the airport to find out their fucking flight was delayed 5 hours and they now have to wait at a crappy airport coffee shop.
  • Get dropped off at the terminal for your flight. The best way to ensure this is to have a general idea of where your terminal will be. You don’t have to be dropped off there, but it saves you from walking and dragging your luggage down to your airline’s bag check.

Luggage Tips:

  • TIP YOUR BAG PERSON. That person who you drop your luggage off with when you arrive at the airport? Tip them. I usually give $5 per bag. A nice tip and friendly attitude ensures your bag arrives at its destination (usually).
  • If you have a black/brown/gray suitcase, try making it stand out. Usually I see people tie ribbons to the handles. Personally, I have a lime green ribbon and a pink skull luggage tag that are hard to miss (but then, my regular suitcase is also metallic, so it’s a pleasant eyesore).
  • Put luggage tags on your suitcase and carry-on. Make sure your information on the tags is up-to-date. In case your shit goes missing, you want to give the airport a way of finding you.
  • Know what your airline considers a carry-on size. Sometimes airlines will change the carry-on requirements because why not do things to piss off passengers? Check by calling the airline directly or Googling “What is a carry-on bag + name of airline.” Usually you are allowed one carry-on and one personal bag (purse/backpack/laptop case).

TSA/Security Tips:

  • Know the 3-1-1 rule and follow it. Keep your tiny liquids bag in an easily-accessible front or side pocket so you can whip it out without digging through your bag. Same goes for laptops. Make it easy to pull out, because it will have to go in a bin by itself.
  • Wear shoes that easily slip on and off, because you will have to take them off to go through security. Also, wear socks, because who knows what the fuck’s on that airport floor.
  • Take any coats/hoodies off while you wait in line. TSA agents will ask you to take these off anyway, so might as well save the people behind you some time. Same goes for any jewelry, belts, or cellphones that will set off the metal detector. Put them in a pocket of your carry-on.
  • Pay attention to the line when it moves. As a (former) frequent flyer, I cannot explain how annoying it is to be stuck in a line behind someone who is not paying attention. Don’t be that person.
  • Also, if you’re not a frequent flyer, do not get in the experienced flyer line. We can smell the inexperience.
  • Keep your ID and ticket (and passport, if required) easily accessible on your person. This will make going through any additional security nice and easy for you.

Airport Tips:

  • Find out where your terminal is, then worry about getting food or drink. Nothing is more stressful than finally getting your $20 sandwich and then having to run around a large airport trying to find your terminal. Find your terminal and then embark on the search for food.
  • Do not leave your bags unattended. This should really speak for itself.
  • Pee before you fly. Like Ma always said, use the loo before you fly, boo…especially if you need to poo.
  • Good fucking luck finding a place to charge your phone/laptop/nintendo 3DS if you’re flying out during a busy time (holidays, weekends, etc.). Solve the problem by charging these things the night before you leave.

Plane Tips:

  • Put your carry-on in the overhead bin that’s near your seat. If you have anything in there that you might want during the flight (magazine, notebook, etc.), consider getting it out before you get on the plane.
  • Sit in the seat you’ve been assigned. Unless it’s a Southwest flight (which lets passengers choose their own seats upon boarding), your ticket will say where you’ll sit. Sit there. Don’t be the seat-stealing prick of the plane.
  • If you’re nervous, listen to the flight attendant at the beginning. They will explain all regular and emergency procedures. Sometimes knowing how to survive if shit hits the fan can make you feel better.
  • If you think you may  feel sick during the flight, try chewing mint-flavored gum. Gum also helps with you ears popping. If the flight serves drinks, request something soothing like ginger ale. If not, buy a $3 bottle of lemon-lime soda from a place in the airport. My personal experience is that ginger ale solves all flight sickness (or maybe that’s a placebo effect, I don’t know and don’t care, because I like ginger ale).
  • Don’t get up when the flight attendant brings out the little drink cart. There’s never a way around it, so just sit tight until it passes you if you need to get up and pee.
  • Try getting to know your seat neighbor(s), if you’re comfortable with that. Last time I flew, I had an interesting discussion with the old dude sitting next to me about the status of the US economy.

Landing & Leaving:

  • BRACE YOURSELF! Sort of kidding, but if you’re like me and planes make you nauseous, you might want to prepare yourself (I know that I personally feel most sick during turbulence and landing).
  • Don’t bother rushing to get up and stand. The damn plane’s not going to take off again while you’re still on it, so chill out and take your time. If you’re on a flight that’s part of a connecting flight, they’ll usually ask passengers who need to leave to make their next flight to get off first. Some people are jerks and will pretend just so they can leave slightly sooner than others.
  • Be careful when you open the overhead bin. They aren’t kidding when they say stuff may have shifted around. I once saw a lady get beaned on the forehead by her kid’s carry-on.
  • Make your way to the baggage claim. If you have to pee, do it now, because luggage can take a while, so you might as well empty your bladder while you can. And if you’re lost, just follow the people form your plane, or ask someone who looks like an airport employee.
  • Stand around the luggage carousel and wait for your bag. A lot of people crowd around the opening, but you can stand out and wait near the end. The bags go around in circles for fucks sake, so it’s not like you only have one chance to grab your bag. Also, double-check that it is your bag.
  • Check that your ride knows when and where to pick you up. Let them know your flight number, arrival time, and terminal so they can be on the lookout. Pick someone reliable (I’ve been left waiting before, I can tell you it sucks ass).

So…yep. That’s all the tips I can think of.

-The Sudden Adult

PS. If you’re gonna fly, don’t let your arms get tired! HA. HA. HA.

El corazon al sur
Mercedes Sosa
El corazon al sur

la geografía de mi barrio llevo en mí,
será por eso que del todo no me fui

  • Mei: Fresh lettuce is my all-time favorite food. What's your favorite food?
  • Al: Oh, I take Skittles and I put it between two Starbursts. Know what I call it?
  • Mei: Skittle Sandwich?
  • Al: ...That's pretty good. No, I call it Alphonse's Mouth Surprise. It's nice because the flavor of the Starbursts really bring out a similar flavor in the Skittles.

anonymous asked:

This is probably a stupid question, but is it possible for my character to start experiencing gender dysphoria as a young child, yet not realize that she is transgender until halfway through puberty?

There’s no such things as a stupid question. Just misinformed ones. It is not unreasonable for a child to experience gender dysphoria. As a matter of fact, I did experience gender dysphoria at a young age. I just didn’t have the words for it. I did not realize I was agender (which, for me personally qualifies as trans ish) until about age 16. This is an example from my personal experience and I’m sure other people have felt a similar way.
Followers, please chime in with your experiences on this!
Mod Al

kirstyn-loftus  asked:

Prompt: Alex met Adrian when they identifed as she/her but now are nonbinary, maybe Alex coming out to Adrian with maggie and kara helping? And congrats on the book cap'n :)

Maggie’s worried that Alex will pace a hole into the floor and Kara’s worried that Alex will stress eat all the donuts before she gets a chance to.

And Alex is just… Alex is just worried.

Because they’ve been through this before. Over and over again, first with Kara, then with Maggie.

Of course Adrian will be fine with it. How could he not be fine with it?

But they’re Alex Danvers, and Alex Danvers somehow both overthinks everything and lives on pure instinct, so of course they’re pacing a hole into the floor and stress eating all the donuts in the apartment.

“Babe, you gonna leave some for your sister?” Maggie asks softly, holding her hands out toward Alex’s waist, but waiting before she touches them. Waiting for Alex’s needy nod, at which point Maggie melts forward into them, pressing her stomach flush against Alex’s back, holding them just the way they like, just the way they asked for with their nod.

“Sorry,” they murmur, absently trying to wipe powdered sugar off their shirt. 

Maggie chuckles softly. “It’s fine, babe, I just don’t want to be stuck in an apartment with a Danvers sib with a raging stomachache, a Danvers sister with a raging hunger for more donuts, and a teenage boy who’s almost as likely as Kara to burn the place down if he doesn’t get his pre-dinner donuts.”

“I will get a stomachache, won’t I?” Alex sighs, ceding the rest of their powdered sugar morsel to Kara, who snatches it with eager hands but a sober face.

“Alex, Adrian loves you. He’s gonna be proud of you, just like I am,” she tells her sibling, and Alex’s eyes flood with tears.

“Okay, sure, but what if he’s… what if… I mean I’m not all that masculine, right, and I don’t know all the… all the ways of doing things yet… hell, I still get my own pronouns wrong sometimes, so what if he thinks I’m not…”

Kara tilts her head – a habit she’s picked up from her sister-in-law – and hesitates with reaching fingers before Alex nods their consent. Kara brushes some powdered sugar off their nose, licks her fingers absently, and asks, her voice soft and loving and knowing, “Thinks you’re not what?”

Maggie and Kara make brief eye contact over Alex’s shoulder as they wait for them to answer. Kara’s eyes are swimming with tears, and Maggie’s are on their way, too. She holds Alex closer, rubbing her hands softly, gently, up and down their bare arms.

“Real,” Alex finally whispers, shoulders slumped in defeat, and Kara sandwiches Alex between herself and Maggie almost before the word finishes leaving their lips.

“Oh, Al,” Kara murmurs, a tear nearly slipping down her cheek. “Can I join the hug?”

“Actually, if Alex wants, this might be a good time for a sibling only hug,” Maggie kisses Alex’s cheek questioningly. Alex reaches to squeeze Maggie’s hands in gratitude – for the insight, for the word choice – before leaning forward into their sister.

Maggie steps back and watches with a bowed head and a small smile growing on her lips.

The Danvers siblings. 

Stronger together.

“We’ll be right here with you, Alex,” Kara is assuring them. “And I’m so proud of you. I… Alex, I’ve watched you take down a human-sized insect with your bare hands, and I’ve never been more proud of you than I am right now.”

“You always go back to that damn fight,” Alex murmurs, and all three of them laugh.

“It was a good training session,” Kara shrugs, and they’re both still laughing, still holding onto each other, when the musical knocking that always signals Adrian’s arrival raps out crisply into the apartment.

Alex stiffens. Kara holds their hand and smooths their hair out of their face.

“I am so. Proud. Of you,” she tells them one last time, with as much feeling as she can muster.

“So am I, babe,” Maggie offers a kiss before heading to open the door for Adrian. Alex leans into it gratefully, and Kara blushes a smile.

“Maggie! Alex! Stop traumatizing Kara with your making out and open the door, it’s steaming hot in your hallway!”

Alex and Maggie startle apart as Kara laughs and skips to the door.

“My hero,” she tugs it open, and tilts her head with a question, her arms spread out. “In the mood for a hug?”

“Always, as long as you don’t crush my ribs!”

“It was that one time!”

“Come here.”

They hug long and hard, until Kara frowns and pulls back.

“Hold on – how did you know they were kissing? Have you developed x-ray vision lately, Mr. Rodriguez?” Kara tilts her glasses so she’s studying him over the rims, and he nearly doubles over with laughter at her antics.

“A lucky guess,” he grins, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind him.

“And how are my favorite lesbians?” he opens his arms for Alex and Maggie, and Alex jolts unintended pain through Maggie’s hand with the force of how hard they grip it suddenly.

They weren’t going to tell him right away.

They were going to ease into it.

Kara and Maggie would use their pronouns, and Adrian would probably pick up on it. He might ask. He might not. Either way, having him hear it naturally in conversation first was Alex’s plan.

But Alex Danvers is nothing if not determined, and they don’t want to sit with this pit in their stomach. Not with their family.

“Hey, Ade. Um, listen,” they start as they sink into his arms, wondering if he’ll feel that they’re wearing a binder. “I’m still a lesbian.” They pull back from the hug and nudge Maggie playing with their shoulder, who grins and nods and nudges them back, holding their hand while looking up at them like they’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to her.

Because, aside from Adrian, they are.

Alex is silent for a moment as they glance at Kara, whose eyes are wide and affirmative and absolutely perfect.

Uncharacteristically, Adrian doesn’t make a snarky aside. He just waits, his head slightly tilted, his eyes reminding them of Maggie’s a little bit.

Alex forces themself to press on.

“But uh, the thing is, I want you to know… I’m… I’m more like you than previously expected.” They laugh nervously at the garbled way this is coming out of their mouth. “I uh… I mean, I’m not a guy like you, that’s not what I meant, god, I had this all practiced out…”

They look at Kara, then at Maggie, then at Adrian.

They look for irritation or skepticism or impatience.

They only find unbridled admiration.

“Sorry, what I mean to say is… the reason I um… I’ve been feeling so myself lately… I’m uh – I’m nonbinary. I didn’t know the words before, but Kara’s been researching stuff with me, and I… it just… it fits, you know? Being an enby lesbian, it… so um… I’m using they pronouns now, and you can use them with anyone other than my mom because I haven’t told her yet, but why would you talk to my mom anyway? Um, point is… yeah. Yeah. This is the part where you can say something.”

Adrian nods slowly and his lips quiver slightly. “Are you still using Alex, or do you want me to call you something else?”

They’re too close to crying to say anything about how they’re experimenting with Al as a nickname for Alex as a full name, so they just nod. Alex. Yeah. Alex.

“Okay. And uh, listen, you can totally say no to this, especially since you must be having a lot of feelings, but um… Alex – I’d love to hug you right now. May I?”

Alex answers by launching forward, and tears leak down Maggie’s cheeks as she watches the two people closest to her in the world hug like they’ll never get another chance while the third closest person to her in the world steps around them and offers to take her hand.

She accepts.

“I’m so proud of you,” she hears Adrian whisper to Alex, and she tries to hold in a sob when she notices the tears streaming down both of their faces.

“Congratulations, Alex,” Adrian says after none of them know how long, his face gleaming with tears and with an enormous smile as he and Alex untangle from their hug. “When am I taking you out to celebrate?” 

And while that is something they’ll have to check in with their DEO schedule about, the celebration the four of them have together that night is absolutely perfect.

Modern AU where Roy is a firefighter and, one day, he and his team get called to house fire with two kids still caught inside.

So they go in and everything is already pretty much engulfed by flames, but they make their way through, calling out and hoping for an answer. Eventually, they find the boys, half-buried underneath a fallen beam, one brother shielding the other who is unconscious.

So the team lift the beams and pull the kids out, Roy making a grab for the smaller one who is heavily injured but just starts thrashing, delirious, pleading for them to save his little brother first, because it was his fault, he was experimenting with chemicals, Al needs to be alright, Al is the the only one important-

But Havoc’s already got a hold of the boy named Al, and so they get the hell out of there, because the timber might just come crashing down at any moment.

They hand the kids over to the paramedics, extinguish the fire, secure the premises, and then their work for the day is done.

Roy goes home to wash off the smoke and the soot and the blood of a little blonde boy.

The next day, the newspaper reads that the younger brother is in a coma while the other has lost two limbs, and Roy bites the inside of his cheek and wonders whether he even really made a difference.

Years later, when he has barely ever thought about the boys again, when he is older and scarred with flames, when he has just lost his eyesight on a fire run and does not yet know whether it will be temporary, when he is twisting his fingers and waiting at the hospital for the doctor to examine him-

He overhears a conversation, two young men talking, bantering, one fondly exasperated, the other griping that ‘C'mon, Al, I can skip the appointment just this once, you can just check the prostheses at home, right?’

But Al just waves him off,  'I have a patient now, brother, so would you please -’ and 'Good morning, Mister Mustang. I am Doctor Alphonse Elric and I’ll do you’re check-up for today’, and then it just clicks in Roy’s brain.

And he stumbles over himself a little, feeling stupid to introduce himself like this, like he has some sort of savior complex, but this means so much to him, these two boys who managed to make it despite the odds, and Alphonse is an intern now and he’s dedicated his life to saving people, much like Roy has. And the older brother reluctantly introduces himself as Edward and doesn’t shake his hand because 'mine’s fake anyway’, doesn’t thank Roy for saving his life, doesn’t want to talk about the fire because there is still that sharp edge of guilt in his voice.

But Alphonse insists that the least they could do is treat Roy to lunch, and from there everything just snowballs. Roy’s regular doctor appointments lead to him finding out that Edward hasn’t been slacking off either, that he’s revolutionizing the world of physics.

But Roy is still struggling with his blindness, does not want to accept it, can literally see nothing but bleak darkness stretching out in front of him for the rest of his life. And Alphonse confesses that back after the surgeries, Ed had been in a similar slump, that he’d thought of himself as crippled and useless, but that he’d managed to find his path after all; and Al gently suggests that maybe Ed would be willing to sit down with Roy and share experiences.

Roy doesn’t know how Al blackmailed his brother, but soon he finds himself attending regular coffee dates with Edward, talking things out, both of them reluctant at first, skirting around the issues, but eventually opening up to one another, confessing some of their darker thoughts, their darker moments, and everything beyond and between that.

Finally, however, it turns out that Roy’s sight is not irreparably damaged. Finally, Al asks him so please open his eyes so he can check.

'Not yet,’ Roy says breathlessly because he wants the first thing he sees again to be Edward, yet Al just laughs and admits 'I expected something like that’, and Ed is already there any waiting.

After weeks and weeks of darkness, Roy’s vision is filled with gold.

Bonus: Black Hayate as a search dog.