fine lobster

anonymous asked:

Are you ladies ok? Your silence has us concerned. Or are you just taking a much-deserved break from us? As for AFG and the THR, this too shall pass. Don't let these Hollywood morons get you down. We're all in this together and ready for the next round. We will triumph!!

The everyday life of the Zen patriarch consists merely of eating rice and drinking tea. This ‘eating rice and drinking tea’ has a very deep meaning in the final analysis; one thing it means is that an enlightened individual is one who has learned not to kill ordinary acts such as eating plain rice and drinking plain tea. ‘Eating rice and drinking tea’ means, of course, ordinary, everyday life, and consequently not to kill these acts means not to kill our ordinary, everyday lives. There are two ways we can kill them. First, we can kill them by living in a semi-stupor, in unawareness, mechanically, stupidly, as if we were drugged. Secondly, we can kill them by discriminating, devaluing and demeaning, which occurs when we actively prefer other situations which we consider more valuable. To yearn for lobster and fine wine while having plain rice and tea is to discriminate against the rice and tea, which kills them. To want to be in some other place kills this place. To want to be entertained instead of painting the garage is to kill work. This killing is the opposite of giving life to these things, for giving life is understanding nothing more than what we are, what we do, and where we do it is good enough. They are more than good enough; they are perfect. Our problem is that we kill so much of our lives in the expectation that there is something better someplace else. This is delusion.
— Francis Dojun Cook

me before fire emblem heroes: the game series is respectable as a whole but i find it difficult to enjoy particularly much anymore largely because the games have become so grossly fanservicey, in addition to how divided and toxic the fandom can be at times, ultimately giving me very negative associations.

me after fire emblem heroes: wearing a scarf on my head, blanket like a cape, and holding a cardboard sword to the air; screams while together we ride blares in the background


Candice Patton feat. Jordan and the saga of her loud ass (but apparently fine as fuck) neighbor. 

BTW, after getting some sleep, I finally get why Jordan’s replies are so hilarious. 

In the early 2000s, the restaurant chain Red Lobster decided to hold a promotion offering all-you-can-eat snow crab legs. It seemed like a winning idea: Crab is delicious, but there’s only so much you can stomach of the stuff at a time before you run out and barf briny white paste in the parking lot. It’s like the definition of an “eyes bigger than your stomach” food. After weighing the potential pros and cons carefully (by which we mean throwing all the budget reports in the trash while saying, “Nah, it’ll be fine!”), Red Lobster launched the promo in 2003.

Unfortunately for Red Lobster, they’d never met America before, and foolishly thought that customers would either be full or just completely sick of salty, rubbery, restaurant-chain-quality sea meat after a plate or so. A few scant weeks later, Red Lobster was already seeing a loss in profits. This was compounded by the simple fact that, in 2003, snow crab leg prices were at an all-time high. Meaning that Red Lobster actually lost money on every customer ordering more than a half dozen, which was a problem, seeing as how the average customer ate at least 2 dozen.

Jesus. Why would you even want to eat that much crab? That shifts the Motive Needle officially beyond “hungry” and into “misplaced revenge against the sea for taking my father.”

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Outlaw Queen Week. Prompt 3- Memory Loss

This is one of the saddest fucking things Emma Swan has everseen. And she’s seen some real gut wrenching shit, Lifetime worthy drama thatwas a hundred times worse because it was real, mistakes, those can be sad, wrong choices taken by people, those are sadder.

But the real shit, that’s what she’s seeing now, the tear you apart and leave you devastated, lost and hanging onto the world with only the tips of your fingers, that kind of shit, apparently that comes from unexpected accidents.

Like a car accident.

Like a drunk driver running a red light going seventy in a fucking twenty-five and hitting an old black benz, killing the man in the passenger seat instantly, and leaving the driver broken and bloody and in a coma for three months.

“Did he love me?” Regina asks, even her voice is different, not as low as it had been before the coma, before the accident. She’s stirring her coffee mindlessly, spoon clinking against the ceramic every once in a while, her question asked with a hesitancy that also was never there before, not when she spoke to Henry at least, or to Emma.

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anonymous asked:

Is it okay to want touch in a relationship? Like is it bad to really like it? Like sometimes I'd rather just sit in silence and have someone hold me

It’s perfectly okay to want to be touched. Everyone communicates and seeks comfort differently, wanting to cuddle is fine.

-Lou the Lobster

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Olicity and thea/roy double date

“Oliver,” Felicity whispers, “you said you’d try to be nice.”

He leans forward so his head is hidden behind her menu as well. “And I’m trying.”

“Well, try harder.”

“Any harder and I’ll crap fairy dust.”

She tries not to smile and instead goes for a stern look. “Oliver.”

“Fine,” he grumbles.

She drops her menu back on the table and beams brightly at Thea and Roy sitting across from them. “Sorry about that. What are we having?”

“Depends,” Roy says. “Who’s paying?”

“Ollie,” Thea states, still perusing her menu.

“Lobster,” he says immediately.

Oliver shoots her a look.

Be nice, she mouths back.

Oliver plasters a fake grin and speaks through his teeth, “One? Or two?”

“I’m a growing boy. Two will do it.” His slight smile slips off his face when he sees Oliver’s face. “Or one. I’m not really that hungry.”

Felicity places her hand on Oliver’s thigh under the table, and he sighs. “Two lobsters sound fine.”


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