food saving my life

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“All the money I had saved up from working in corporate America, I invested in the food truck, I gave the guy my whole life savings. As we were driving home, things started going wrong with the food truck. My head gasket blew out on me. The transmission went out. Stick shift went out, Generators went out. A friend of mine put it on social media and then people started coming.”

- Gregoire Tillery, founder of We Dat’s Chicken and Shrimp, the only African-American owned business on Canal Street.

Interview with the owner Gregoire here

listen this food truck au thing has absolutely saved/destroyed my life and i couldn’t help myself I’M NOT EVEN SORRY

(if you haven’t heard about this yet, here’s a link to give you some context lmao)

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      So today, my Adfly account got deleted. Someone reported it, that someone was @fortheloveofsims4 / @xajxosimsaddicted / @justanothersimplayer or whatever this girl wants to call herself. 

     She’s against adfly, like I’ve never seen before, she’s been commenting on many creators posts that use adfly, trying to create drama. She’s a pathological liar and very stubborn. She commented on my post telling me to stop posting adfly links because they are bad, or she would “make me do it”. So I sent her a very kind and peaceful message, asking her to stop commenting on my posts and trying to create drama. Her response was not so kind, she insulted me in many ways, simply because I use adfly… She said that she would expose me to her “thousands” of youtube subscribers. I tried to explain to her why I use adfly and I told her that if she doesn’t like my content, to simply just not download it! She still didn’t understand and kept insulting me, so I blocked her.
     A few minutes passed and I received a message from other account, her “friend” saying that I made the biggest mistake of my life, because she has 1.8 MILLION YOUTUBE SUBSCRIBERS and she would expose me! (LOL) I answered telling her to leave me alone and that having 1.8 million subs was impossible, and blocked her again. So she sends me an image from ANOTHER account, with “proof” of the subs:

As you can see, she sent me a very bad Photoshopped pic, she put her name (not even with the youtube font) and her icon (completely out of the square limits the youtube icon has lololol), and it seems her 1.8 million went down to 500k…. but anyways. I replied saying that the pic was photoshopped from aviatorgamez, and this was her reply:

Of course my first thought was, “this girl is crazy!” and thought she wouldn’t actually do anything. But it seems she did. And it seems she’s the one behind all the reports on tumblr lately, every blog that got reported was probably because of her. I’m giving her the attention she wants, which I shouldn’t, but I just wanted to warn you about this person.

TL;DR

     My adfly got suspended because this girl reported it. I’ve lost all my earnings and all my links, I’m working at the moment in replacing them. I can’t wrap my head on how someone can do this to someone. I’ve done nothing wrong to anyone. I simply share content. I know it’s not the best way, but it’s the only way I can share it. Yes, I used 2 adfly links, which is very annoying, I understand. But earnings on adfly aren’t much, this way was a way of making a more significant amount. I am a student at University by day, I have a part time job by night, and on my free time I make cc for you, for FREE. I live alone, I need to pay rent, food, tuition, everything. The Sims and adfly have literally saved my life at times, because it was a little extra money, that helped me a lot.
     I’m not saying this for anyone to be sorry for me, I hate that, because I’m not the only one and there’s people with much less than me. I just can’t understand how someone is capable of just ruining someones work, just like that. Why can’t they just ignore and leave people alone doing their own things? If you don’t like something from a creator don’t download it. Why go to extreme measures and report them? Literally ruining a life of someone just for the sake of it. I truly don’t understand and I’m very very hurt. I’m sorry for the long text, I just hope some of you read it and understand my point of view. I’m sorry. 

I keep forgetting to mention this but if you don’t have a lot of money be sure to try and find some food banks or pantrys in your town or city.

I’m not even joking with y'all I’m so blessed to have like 3 food banks in my close area.


Before I got my job I was so broke I only had like rice to eat. The food bank that was closest to me saved my life and was a way for me to eat this summer and I’m so grateful

Sometimes I Imagine Death So Close It Feels More Like a Memory (Jason Todd x Reader)

Alright so this is my first attempt to this kind of story in another language (please forgive me for any misspell, english is my second language) and I’m accepting some good writing advices.

Jason saves the reader by only finding out she didn’t wanna be saved.

A guess there’s angst?

Jason first came cross her when she was 15 at a robbery at the dinner she was on. Though the only contact they had was a deep gaze, it was the first time that her heart skipped a bit as she spent nights thinking about him and creating meetings that could only happen in her head. She went away so she could finish her education in another country while Jason had died and comeback with a lot anger on.

She came back working as an accountant on her uncle’s fancy restaurant living a rountined life HOME-WORK-HOME style for a few months when a guy in a black suit armored with a gun that it was longer than her legs came in the restaurant starting a huge argument. She runned back to her office, calling the GCPD but with no response. Pulling her arms behind her head as she left her office saying that they could take her instead of one of the owners “It’s more appealing to kill a woman than two men. Plus they are stronger than me so there will be no fighting.” she said when she saw her uncles being held by gunpoint. She was taken by one of then whispering in her ear a few curses because she was trying to hide away from them as they were pulling her hair so tight it was starting to give a little headache. Y/N closed her eyes when felt a cold metal in her temple as one of the men yelled so everyone could hear that she was going to die if they didn’t had 10 thousand dollars on their bag. She heard her uncle scream her name begging for her life and the sound of Y/N’s voice came out as a shock to her “It’s okay. I’m not scared”


“Oh, so you’re a little brave bitch?” the guy behind her whispered as he held her tighly “So how’s your little mamma is gonna feel when she sees your little precious brain on the floor of this fancy place?” she hears a noise as he prepares his gun and she gives away her final thoughts before leaving.

Sure she loved her uncles. They were the only ones who actually supported and cared about her as they never had the chance to adopt on their own. They paid for her entire education and when she gotted the schollarship for the Scotland University, they were over the moon and she promised to pay them back when she finally succeded. Her mother lived in another country with a current boyfriend only calling her once a year and her father died before she was born. She only had about three friends her entire life, but they eventually went away after finding their soulmates. Love never smiled to her as she did for it. Never had an actual date in her whole life, only a few guys that she goes out at partys but nothing to be returned.


She always felt sad about feeling like this. About not feeling loved enough, having fun enough, not being smart enough or pretty as the people she knew. But at that moment, she felt good. It was going to over before she knew and she could restart her life as someone else if being reincarnated and forgeting everything and not being an actual dissapointment to her uncles. But before she could relieve her last sigh, there were noises everywhere and the guy that was holding her fell by her side as she felt arms around her holding her so tight. Y/N opened her eyes and was being held by her sobbing uncles telling that it was okay now, she was safe. She nodded lightly her head letting go of them as she sees a red hooded figure talking with the black suited men that was laying on the floor presumed dead

The Red Hood turned to her as she couldn’t stop eyeing the body on the floor “Are you okay? He’s not gonna hurt you anymore” the kinda robotic voice under the helmet told her.
“Y-Yeah. Whatever.” she mumurs as she turns around
“Is this dissapoiment on your voice I sense?” he sounded mockery “Sorry to save you right in time?”
She turned back to him with half shutted eyes in anger “Thank you for saving my uncles restaurant. Free food for your entire life if you wish, just leave a reservation.” and walked back to her office as the GCPD started to appear at the local.


Jason came back late that night, showing up by her window seeing the light was on and Y/N was holding her head on her hands with her eyes shut. He knocked and she jumped a bit and eye rolling as she opened the window “No crazy dudes trying to rob here for the last five hours, thank you for your visit” and she was about to shut the window back as he helded and came in removing his helmet and appearing with the black mask only.

“Did you wanted to die?”

The question hits her in shock. “Excuse me?”

“Back at the robbery. I was watching you. You didn’t flich when the gun was in your head, you didn’t fight back, even after it was over, you weren’t shaking at all as I always see and your eyes were completely different. So did you surrender yourself because you wanted it?” She looks at her own hands with a angry face on. Sure that thought only hitted her when she realised that could happen when the guy activated his gun but it was something always triggering to her.


Y/N never had an actual episode of crisis. Sure she once looked from the rooftop and thought about throwing herself but the other thought thiking about the trauma she would left to her uncles was unspeakble selfish. Then she thought again back in Scotland looking at one of the bridges and the river that cross by. She had the option of never having her body found and it would make it better not traumatizing her family, but she was never able to do it. She just believed her time would come really soon. Even when she was with her friend at the dinner that old day and the guy who was assaulting saying he was going to kill everyone didn’t make her feel threatened or anything, but fortunally Robin stopped by and saved everyone’s asses who didn’t wanna die that day.

She believed she was gonna die soon than other people she ever met cause what other reason a person could be this lonely in her life? Maybe the guy that controls everyone’s fate choose an amount of people to be unhappy in their life so they could ended sooner.


“I wasn’t scared. That’s all.” She says more sharply that she wanted “I don’t fear death.”

Jason was capt by surprise and let a chuckle “Have you seen death? It makes everyone terrifed”

“It does. I would be desperate if I was dying and could not being able to tell everyone I love how I feel. But I don’t have, so death is not that much”

Jason was so angry and curious by this woman. How could she tell that? Have she died before? Because he had and didn’t wanna pass through that again.

The first thing Dick asked when he came back and they recounted was how death felt like. Did he met God? Or was just a plane dimension with a bunch of strange people? He didn’t remembered much, but remembered the agony it was when all he could see was darkness for awhile. He took a deep breath as he continued

“Look, I don’t know you, or how your life is going but I can assure you it’s not the easist way out.” She finally looked up and met his gaze under the mask. He looked so compassioned about her that her heart skipped a bit for the second time. Letting go a breath she relaxed her shoulders a bit 

“It’s not like I’m suicidal or anything. I appreaciate your concern, really” Y/N maked sure she looked deep into his eyes “But I’m not worried. If I had to put my life in front of my uncles, I’m not gonna be terrifed or regreteful. I have nothing to loose, Red” Jason felt his chest clinch a bit as he hears her words. 

The saddest part was he couldn’t even tell her tone was since it was so appatic and thruthful.
He walked a little bit closer to her helding his helmet by side his body and leaned over her desk.

“Look…” He inhales and brushes his hair with his fingers “I’m not the greatest person to talk about, but I felt that way too.”

“You don’t even know my name, Red”

“It’s literaly written on your desk, Y/N” he points to the little card on her desk Y/N L/N. “And you feel like nobody. Actually you feel more like that, you feel numb. Like you could literaly dissapear and no one would miss you through the crowd. You carry the weight on your shoulders but it’s like you’re the only person in the world who does that because everyone else is distracted from other things. You feel mislocated in a room where everyone’s feel complete and have someone to cheer them up but with you, if you don’t crawl out of the hole by yourself you’ll just stay there.”

Every single word coming from him it was like a sharpen blade through Y/N’s chest. She looked down a bit and let her eyes fill with tears

“Sometimes I think about death so much it feels more like a memory. It’s lonely, agonizing and selfish.”

“For a guy who says he’s not a hero you sure look a lot like a one” He lets a chuckle and knees in front of her whiping away a few tears from her

“And I’m not. You’re just part of a group of a select misfortune people.” he grins as she melts a little smile

“I feel ridiculous talking to a guy in a costume”

“If it makes you feel better I feel ridiculous talking to a pretty girl about feelings. They usually buy me a coffee first”

“I could do that but surely with our luck you’ll probably get bored in the middle of conversation and shoot me”

“Oh God do you really wanna go in there? Okay so the most exciting part of my day is cleaning my guns after patrol. Can you beat the boriness?”

“I imagine situations with people I cross paths just for the feeling of having any friends”

“You mean you’re a grown up woman with a degree with imaginary friends?”

“They’re real… I just never spoken to them in person” She says a bit embarrassed as he lets a smile cross his face

“I dig that. I’m Jason and I’ve got a place where the food is free. Wanna come?”

God I hate this story because it’s probably the most “and everyone clapped” story I have but,

when I was like… 15? my mom (who I was living with at the time) and I went to whole foods, and the guy who was the cashier was really chill. he and my mom were chatting when Of Fucking Course my mom, being that kind of mother, mentions to him that I “speak Japanese” (i wasnt even close to fluent). And he gets excited etc. and I ask if he speaks it too and he goes “ちょっとだ
け” and I’m like cool me too/私も etc. And then my mom has to immediately expose me by mentioning that I like anime because there was never a day in her life where when talking about her second oldest child she wouldn’t mention that they Watch and “Draw” Anime.

But this guy is super chill, and I’m like saved by the fact that he is and then he brings up that he likes Evangelion and, being a 15 year old who was not only obsessed with NGE privately but was getting into that “I only watch deep anime” phase, I fuckin lost it internally and some latch was unlocked and my inner weeb self could not help it any longer.

So I started singing A Cruel Angel’s Thesis in the line in the middle of Whole Food’s.

And then he joined in.

And that moment – When we both were singing it as awfully and incorrect as possible, I realized we were connected. And even now I am sure we are connected by fate to meet again somehow.

To the guy who sang A Cruel Angel’s Thesis with me in Whole Foods after my mother embarrassed me to death – god bless you, and wherever you are I hope you’re having an excellent day.

thethiefandtheairbender  asked:

idk if you've already done it but #27) Our love is like. Our love is only like. (I like you. I don’t LIKE like you.) or #46) We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart doesn’t race for a hurricane or a burning building. I’d rather die terrified than live forever. (mistakes aren’t always regrets) ?

Hi this ask destroyed me in the BEST WAY, thank you. I picked  #46.

Sorry for the delay, this is WAY longer than the other ficlets. 

Warnings: Quasi-medieval AU. Arranged marriage and every terrible consequence you can associate with that + the prompt. Spousal abuse. Violence. Desperate decisions. Forbidden romance. Proceed with due caution, I guess.

Title: Ever After 


Shiro sees the woman who will be his Queen for the first time on the day she weds the King he swore fealty to.

He knows little about her, only that she is from some far away kingdom, sent to establish a tie between their peoples. She wears long robes of white and gems that sparkle like stars in her fair hair. Her pale eyes are startlingly bright, her lips full, her skin soft. He stares at her, dumbstruck, and barely hears the words of the ceremony, until King Lotor steps close, leans down, and kisses her.

Shiro’s hands flex inside his gauntlets without thought, instinctively, and dread begins a slow creep up his spine.

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Come On Home: 1/5

After the war, Locus ends up spending his days on Hawaii, where he meets Kai and Grif. Nothing will ever be the same.

I had a lot of Grif feelings after this season, and his dynamic with Locus was INCREDIBLE. So I threw around an AU where Locus got redeemed pre-Chorus through the power of Kai and Grif being a family. I got a shocking amount of support for it, but put it in a drawer because I had too much going on. Fastforward to now, add in a very encouraging @sroloc–elbisivni, and well. Here we are.

Special thanks to @a-taller-tale for being my beta here, and @illumynare, who let me borrow her origin for Locus’s scar.

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Locus doesn’t like this city. It’s loud, cramped, and swamped with tourists. Most are civilian tourists, but others are like Locus. He sees uniforms out of the corner of his eye, recognizes the postures and scars on others. Some are on leave. Those ones tend to gather in groups.

And a few are like him. No home to go to after their tours ended, so when asked to be dropped off, they picked somewhere unlike the war. Somewhere bright and sunny and beautiful.

Hawaii had been Felix’s idea, when they had gone their separate ways. For a moment, Locus had thought that Felix was going to suggest they return to their old ways, to the bounty circuit. But Siris wasn’t interested, and without Siris, there was no reason for them to stay together. Siris had gone home, to Megan and his children. Felix had things to take care of. Locus had nothing.

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I’m melancholy and I feel like having a drink and a smoke on my balcony but I have neither cigarettes nor easily accessible alcohol so I’m sitting on my sofa, eating a mug cake and listening to David Bowie instead

mummasim  asked:

List 5 things most people don't know about you and pass this to 5 different people you want to know more about 💛

sorry if anyone has ever sent me the thing asking me to say 5 things i LIKE about myself because i feel so awkward and weird doing that BUT THIS ONE I CAN HANDLE SOOOOO here goes nothin: 

  1. i work part time as a debt collector - srsly there is no one in this world more unsuited to this job than me oh jeez
  2. my whole life revolves around food - i save up my money to eat expensive meals/i keep a journal of all the good meals i’ve had/i enjoy reading food literature, articles and even learning about food related concepts like nutrition, agriculture etc. 
  3. but i don’t eat beef or lamb!! 
  4. i used to be a huge otaku a long time ago and watched anime all the time but not anymore smh - i’m still a huge horror manga fan though
  5. i really like watching alltime conspiracies on youtube!!
A Wicked Match Ch. 3

Summary: Mal is told about the times Evie and her were acting like a couple; the AKs learn about Mal saving Evie from the curse of her mother’s scepter.

AO3 | Ch 1, 2


It took a moment to respond, but in the time that it did, Mal’s gaze had returned to watching Evie walk away. “I don’t think I ever tried to deny that. Not to someone else, anyways,” she muttered.

Her attention lingered on the other girl until she felt a grape hit her cheek. She glared at Jay, whose body shook with laughter.

“C'mon, let loose and have some fun,” he managed to say in between chuckles.

“We can let loose later,” she said, taking his spoon from him. “Evie wants us four to hang out tonight. You in?”

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Part 2 of the Gareth story

(I didn’t forget!!!)

You shouted for Daryl again and again but he never appeared. Maggie comes in and comforts you.
“He’ll be back (Y/N), he loves you too much,” she soothes as you cry into her arms.
“Why couldn’t he stay with me? Why did he have to leave?” You sob.
“You know what Daryl’s like, he needs time to cool off, will probably be back soon, try not to worry yourself too much honey, you need to rest after what you’ve been through,” she says calmly. You nod along with her and she lets go and backs out of the room to let you sleep.
“Rick, she needs Daryl,” Maggie says as she meets him outside the door.
“I know, he can’t keep going off like this, especially now. I’ll go see if I can find him, just keep an eye on her, she’s been through enough as it is,” Rick replies, exasperated. He heads out and searches around the vicinity of the church but with no luck. He widens his search a little and finds Daryl sitting on top of a huge rock in the middle of a clearing.
“Daryl, (Y/N) needs you. Please come back,” he says exasperated.
“She deserves someone better. Someone who can protect her,” he replies bluntly.
“No, she needs you, because for some reason she loves you, even when you’re angry as hell,” Rick says sternly.
“I need to find him. I need to kill him.”
“Not yet. His time will come Daryl, trust me on that. (Y/N) needs you more right now. She’s laying in that church with scars from what’s happened the past few days and you’ve run off to sit on a rock.” Rick bellows, annoyed at his friend. Daryl huffs and jumps off the rock, walking next to Rick back to the church in silence. Once he steps thorough the door, Maggie runs up to him and pulls his arm to go see you.
“She’s not in a good way Daryl, in and out of consciousness. I don’t think the wound’s infected, but it could be due to the stress of the situation,” she explains.
“Shit, I shoulda been here,” he grunts, running into the room where you’re laying. Your brow is damp with sweat and your hands are shaking when he enters.
“I’m here, (Y/N), I’m here,” he soothes, wiping the sweat from your forehead and kneeling next to the bed. You open your eyes and look at him confused, then after realising who he is you smile and put a hand up to his cheek. Suddenly you lurch forward and vomit right next to him.
“I’m so sorry,” you mumble, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
“Don’t be, I’ll get something to clean ya up,” Daryl smiles. He goes outside and asks Maggie if she has anything to wipe you with. She hands him a pack of baby wipes out of Judith’s bag and he comes back in ready to clear the mess up.
“How are ya feeling now?” He asks as he wipes the floor.
“Better. Much better,” you sigh, where did you disappear to?“
“I went looking for him. I wanna kill him for what he did to ya.”
“So do I, but if we need to wait for our opportunity then we can’t help that.”
Rick comes in the room after thinking about what we can do about the remaining few from terminus.
“(Y/N), how are you feeling now?” He asks kindly.
“Better now thanks Rick.”
“Great. I’ve got an idea about Gareth. If he still wants to get to you, then maybe we need to set a trap for him here. Would you recognise the place you were taken to if you saw it again?”
“Yeah, I think so. It was like an pulls school outbuilding. Does Gabriel know of any schools around here?”
“I’ll go check with him now,” he says, heading off to see if he knows the local area.
“I don’t want ya doing this,” Daryl mumbles, sitting on the floor next to the make shift bed you’re laying on.
“Why not?”
“What if he gets ya again?”
“He won’t. You’re here,” you smile at him.
“Mhmm, I wanna be the one to do it.”
“Daryl, stop. Lets just see what Rick has in mind. It doesn’t always mean killing.” You and Daryl head out to the main part of the church where everyone’s now gathered, discussing what should happen.
“They need to be permanently stopped,” Rick says, addressing the group, “we can’t let them leave here alive.” You roll your eyes after what you just said to Daryl about Rick not always meaning we have to kill people, then speak up.
“I’ll take Gareth,” you say, voice quivering slightly.
“Nah ya won’t!” Daryl shouts.
“Yes. I will. He’s mine,” you say seriously, looking Daryl dead in the eye. He nods and backs down as he can see how determined you are about this.
“What’s the plan then?” You ask.
“Gabriel knows where the nearest school is, so we’ll head out there with a group staying here just incase they come looking. (Y/N), where do you want to be?”
“I’ll stay here. But if anyone finds Gareth out there, you bring him to me,” you say, knowing that by now Gareth would have found his way back to the church and is probably planning his attack soon. Rick nods at you and half the group head out to the church with Gabriel leading he way. Daryl stays at the church with you, not trusting himself to bring Gareth back alive if they found him. You blow out most of the candles and leave the door unlocked, Carl and Judith hiding downstairs and you, Daryl, Glenn and Maggie in all four corners of the church. You hear footsteps coming up to the front of the church, then voices whispering. The door opens a little and three men enter, the first being Gareth. Maggie and Glenn take out the back two men and Gareth stops in his tracks, holding his hands up.
“(Y/N)! So good to see you again,” he smiles as you hold your gun up, aiming at his head, “I really missed you.”
“How sweet. I didn’t miss you.”
“Really? But we had such fun together! You literally saved my life by providing food for me,” he grins. You feel like throwing up when he says this and one of your hands goes down to your wound. He looks down and nods to it, “how’s it healing?” This makes you snap and you rush up to him, your gun making contact with his forehead.
“SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You scream in his face. Daryl gets nearer to him as well, never seeing you go off like this before. “Get down on your knees,” you demand. He kneels, head in line with your wound.
“Now look, I’m sorry, but I had to do it, I would’ve died otherwise. And to be honest, you’re one of the best I’ve tasted, I underestimated you,” he shakes his head, laughing a little, “I only wanted to ask if you’d be so kind as to allow me to take anything else from you.” You dry heave at his proposition, and turn away from him. Daryl steps up behind him and puts his gun against the back of his head to stop him moving.
“Never,” you say, holding onto your stomach, “never again will you do this to anyone.” You turn and slowly walk back over to him, looking down at his smug face. You lift your gun and hit him on the top of the head with the handle of it, knocking him to the ground. As soon as he’s down you straddle him and hit him over and over again as Daryl stands there in shock. Gareth stops moving, his head completely caved in, blood splattered all over you. Maggie and Glenn stand either side of you and look at Daryl, nodding down to you. Daryl leans down and take hold of your arms, stopping you from hitting anymore. You scream and start sobbing. Daryl picks you up off of Gareth’s body and carries you into the back room while Maggie and Glenn get rid of the body.
“(Y/N), breathe,” he whispers, sitting you down on the bed as he takes the gun from your shaking hands. He grabs the packet of baby wipes and takes one out to start cleaning your face. You eventually calm down and stop sobbing, tears now falling silently from your eyes as you look at Daryl in horror, realising what you did in front of him.
“Please don’t hate me,” you whisper, worries that you’ve scared him with your actions.
“Hate ya? Yer jokin’ right?” He replies, wiping your chin.
“I don’t know what came over me.”
“(Y/N), anyone woulda done the same. I’m proud of ya,” he smiles, lifting your chin up and kissing your lips softly. You throw your arms around him, needing to feel him against you.
“Thank you,” you sigh as you hear the others coming back.

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