fresh vegetables

Quick fact. Ready
Glutathione is one of the body’s most potent antioxidants and anti-carcinogens. It is present within every single cell that we have!

We can produce more of this beneficial compound by consuming foods rich in Glutathione, which include asparagus, avocados, and walnuts!

2

You walked through the market with Bucky picking out fresh fruit and vegetables and observing other items of interest. As it was a Saturday it was fairly busy and you often had to grab Bucky’s hand so he could pull you through the crowd.

Since he came home with Steve, he you had got to know him (although Steve had already told you a lot). You were very close and it wouldn’t be wrong to say you had developed some feelings for him.

But before Bucky, there was a guy, Tom, you had dated for a while but Bucky had to help you through the bad break up and…you suddenly panicked…you spotted him up ahead. You moved to one side.

Without thinking, you used a technique Nat had told you about to blend and hide. As your ex was just about to pass you you said:

“Bucky kiss me.”

“What-” you pressed your lips against his, closing your eyes tightly so you wouldn’t be able to see if he saw you.

But then your thoughts became distracted and it didn’t matter if he saw you. You were kissing Bucky. You pulled away embarrassed.

“I’m sorry…ugh…sorry.”

“It’s ok…why?”

“It doesn’t matter.” you said quickly, walking away down the street.

“Hey, isn’t that Tom?” you heard Bucky say behind you.

“Maybe.”

You finished your shopping in silence and walked back home. Steve was there to greet you as you got in.“

“Hey, how was the market?

You couldn’t look at Bucky as you felt your face go red and you rushed past into your room. Laying down, you stared at the ceiling annoyed and embarrassed. Your door opened and you felt the weight of the bed go down as someone sat down.

“Did you kiss me because Tom was there?” Bucky said.

You sighed.

“I panicked when I saw him Buck. You know how badly thing ended. I just did something Nat taught me but…”

“But…” Bucky repeated his voice slightly higher pitched.

“I wanted to kiss you…I want to kiss you. Not under those circumstances.” You tried to laugh. “I like you Bucky and [you put your hands over your face] I ruined it.”

Suddenly, you felt the weight go down on both sides of you legs. Two hands grabbed your own and pulled them away. Bucky was on top of you smiling.

“Whilst I can’t condone Nat’s suggestions at least it finally got you to kiss me.”

You let out a long nervous laugh of relief. You stared at Bucky, smiling as he moved a piece of hair out of your face.

“Do you mind if I kiss you again?” you asked, nibbling at your lip.

Bucky sat up. “Hmm” he looked around the room “as long there isn’t any more exes in here.” You slapped his chest and you both laughed. Then you took Bucky’s face in your hand and pulled him into a kiss.

anonymous asked:

How long will my budgies live on a full seed diet? :(

That’s a tough question to answer, because even budgies on full seed can live a long time, but a long life doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re in good health.

Some relatives of mine kept budgies when I was very young (probably the entire reason I’m so in love with birds), and some of their birds lived very long lives, despite never being given anything other than seed mix their entire lives. 

Seed in a birds diet doesn’t have to be a bad thing, pellets are great of course and it’s always worth introducing them too, but it’s the fresh food that makes all the difference at first.  There is always time for positive change! You can make amazing changes to a birds diet by adding in fresh fruits and vegetables. 

It can be so hard to get picky birds to eat fruit, but start small and be patient, and I’m sure they’ll get there! There are tons of tricks to get them interested, like sprinkling millet onto some mashed sweet potato to trick them into trying it, making batches of chop, soaking dark lettuce leaves and letting them bathe in the moisture, etc. If they don’t like one thing, try something else. Find one thing that they like and it’s much easier to add others! 

Some things to try:

  • Carrots (cooked is better)
  • Sweet potato (cooked)
  • Dark leafy greens, like kale, swiss chard, collared greens.
  • Bell peppers
  • Broccoli
  • Banana

Let me know if you need any more advice on feeding fruits/veg!

anonymous asked:

Tips for eating vegan at home on a budget? What should I buy!

If you have access to a freezer, and the funds to buy in bulk straight away, I really recommend buying your fruit and vegetables in larger quantities, chopping it up and freezing it. It has been a life saver for me and can work out much cheaper than buying your traditional frozen goods from a grocery store. Keep an eye out for farmers markets or large fruit and veg barns opposed to a regular chain store, as you’ll have a better chance of more affordable deals.

If you can get together with some friends to split the cost of your produce, that can be even better! I occasionally buy my fresh fruit and vegetables by the box and split it between a few people. If you happen to live around the Gold Coast (in Australia), I would be more than happy to send you the names of some incredible places. I’ve come across $5 for 20kg’s of carrots, $3 for a box of 100 cucumbers and 19c a kilo for bananas, I could go on forever. You can use your frozen foods in almost everything.

You can also raid your local grocery stores vegan sale bins and freeze what you find, too! Occasionally my local stores discount items down from $10 to 20c to clear them from the shelves. Sneaky tip, check the expiry dates on some of your favourite items and go back a few days before hand.

If you can’t freeze anything, I would recommend keeping to the very basics of budget food. Things like rice and pasta, canned beans/veg, oats, cereal, simple spreads (like peanut butter, which is great on toast and you can make a satay sauce, too!) and bread. Getting ahold of some garlic and dried herbs when you get the chance will really help as well, it can make the plainest of foods taste significantly better!

anonymous asked:

What foods make your pussy taste good

we have a lot of posts on this but:

fresh fruits and vegetables (avoid onion, garlic, asparagus), cranberries and pineapples, yogurt, water

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I'm On My Knee

Hi babes! This is a marshmallow-soft story about the reader and Tom having a special inside joke. That inside joke being Tom dramatically falling down onto one knee to tease her after she accidentally tells him that it’s always been how she wants to get proposed to. The inside joke makes the both of them think a lot about their future and cuteness ensues! I hope that you like it!

Side note: The film was everything I wanted it to be and more? It owns my entire heart? The cast did so well and I’m so happy for all of them and my heart is just overflowing with love and I’m going to see the film again tomorrow!

I’m On My Knee

“He makes me want to wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.” She murmured to her boyfriend, utterly and completely inebriated. “I want to learn how to cook so he can always come home to a hot meal. He makes me want to learn more so that I’ll always have new things to talk to him about, and he makes me want to take care of myself so that I can look good for him. I wanna read every book on the planet earth and watch every film, just so I have stories to tell him before we go to sleep. But, mostly, he makes me wanna wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.”

    Tom smiled, securing a strong arm around her waist before she had the opportunity to slip from the barstool she was trying to twirl on. Holding her still, he questioned, “anything else you want, darling?”

    Lurching forward, she twined her arms around his neck and moved to perch on his knee. She shoved her face into Tom’s neck and breathed in deeply, dragging her hands across the expanse of her boyfriend’s chest. He smelled of french cologne, the fabric of his shirt felt soft beneath her cheek, and she was so close to him that she could count the beats of his heart. “I love you.”

    Supporting her frame, Tom kissed the top of her head, “I love you more.” She sighed into his chest and Tom helped her to her feet, making sure that he still had her locked in his arms. “Let’s get you home now, drunky.”

“I want him on his knee like in the old films,” she added before she allowed Tom to guide her to their parked car.

    Truly, Tom felt the same way about her, but there was no way that he wouldn’t tease her about her intoxicated confession every chance he got. He’d been dreaming about how beautiful she’d look walking down the aisle to meet him since their third date and it comforted him that she seemed to feel the same way.

    She knew that she had majorly screwed up the next morning when Tom dropped down onto one knee, offering her a bottle of advil and a glass of water to soothe the pounding in her head that refused to be ignored.

    “On my knee, baby, just how you wanted!” Tom smiled, his curls flopping down in his eyes in the most endearing of ways. She hated that he looked so cute while he was so successfully embarrassing her.

    Groaning, she brought her hands up to cover her face, “Tom, stop! I told you that I was just drunk. Let it go!” She pleaded, blush spreading as far as the tips of her ears.

    Her boyfriend feigned hurt feelings, “well, if you were truly joking, guess I’m out of here. Gotta go get me a girl who’s in it for the long haul.” Tom joked as he moved to walk out the door.

    “Tom,” she whined before rushing forward to keep him in place with a hug. “Stop being so dumb and help me make pancakes. You flip them better than I do.”

    Smiling down at her, Tom took of her hands within his own and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, “One day, I’ll be way more than just your boyfriend who flips pancakes better than you do. One day, I’ll be your husband who flips pancakes better than you do.” Tom laughed, picking her up to spin her around the kitchen.

    She was happy that Tom was focused on not dropping her or running into anything because she was even pinker than she’d thought previously possible and she was positive that the smile on her face was so huge that her face would crack into halves. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have the greatest job, it didn’t matter that she was absolute shit at math, in fact, she couldn’t think of anything that mattered to her more than what Tom had just said. He was planning on a future with her and she was so elated that she spent the entire rest of her week floating from place to place on a bed made of cotton candy clouds.

    The next time Tom dropped to one knee for her, it was in the flower shop while she was sifting through bins of tulip bouquets for their friend’s dinner party. “Because I love you,” Tom said, holding out a bundle of daisies.

    Rolling her eyes, she took the flowers and bent forward to kiss Tom tenderly on the mouth. “Because I love you,” she repeated back to him before taking both bouquets to the register while Tom struggled to free his wallet before she could pay for her daisies.

    The time after that, Tom fell to one knee when she had come home with smudged mascara and tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. Hurrying off the couch, he dropped to one knee in front of her, pulling her to perch softly onto his popped knee. “What’s the matter darling?”

    Shrugging her shoulders, her lower lip trembled and she merely hid her face in Tom’s neck.  Stroking her hair and mumbling the words to ‘Moon River’ into her ears, Tom waited for her to tell him what was upsetting her. He did his best to search his mind for anything he could’ve done, anything her friend’s could’ve done, anything at home that could have upset her and came back with nothing. Tom briefly had a fleeting feeling that he was failing as her husband until it clicked in his brain that he hadn’t ever gotten down on one knee before her to present her with an actual ring.

    That night, while she snuggled into the crook of his arm, her face hidden so close to his neck that Tom could feel her lips press into his skin, he looked up some photos of rings. Each time Tom found a particularly nice ring, he’d zoom in and envision it on her lovely hands. Looking down at her hand that was loosely curled around his waist, he murmured to her sleeping form, “nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands.” His girl had been on an E.E. Cummings kick and clearly the poetry she read aloud to him had rubbed off on Tom.

    Placing his phone back into it’s charging station on their nightable, Tom laid down and  made sure to lace his fingers through her own before he shut eyes to sleep, agreeing with E. E. Cummings  that nobody had such small hands. Such small hands that a glittering ring would only compliment.

    The next weekend, as she and Tom strolled through the supermarket to grab some fresh vegetables and fruit, and maybe a loaf of bread to go along with dinner, Tom spotted the baked goods aisle. Getting completely sidetracked, Tom stood staring at the pastries while she carried on in search of the produce section. Glancing at her retreating figure and then back at the deserts, Tom grabbed an armful of cookies, cinnamon rolls and cupcakes before hurrying after her.

    Her eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend nearly skipping towards her, arms overflowing with pastries. “Tom,” she started, cocking her hip and raising her brows, “that is ridiculous. Pick one thing, we already have too many snacks as it is!”

    “No, no, darling, you don’t get it. We’d leave the cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and we could eat the cookies as a snack, and then the cupcakes could be after dinner.” Tom tried to ration.

    “Tom, I’ll eat them all and then get bigger and you know I’m trying to look good this summer!” She whined, shaking her head and silently pleading for Tom to at least put one of the items he was holding back.

    Shuffling the food around in his arms, Tom attempted to clutch all the food with only one hand. Gently moving her hair away from her eyes, Tom kissed her temple. “Darling, you know that you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, and nothing would be wrong with how you look even if you decided to inhale the entire pastry department on your own. I love the way you think, how kind you are to others, and you’re one of the smartest and least arrogant people that I know! I love you for your heart, and your brain. I thank the universe every night for your lungs and your kidneys, because they make you. You’re sweet-ass body just happens a perk of loving you.”

    Tom kissed her one last time before dropping down onto one knee before her, “c’mon angel, please?” He asked one last time.

    Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend’s cheesiness, she placed the cupcakes and the cinnamon rolls in her basket before leading Tom over to the fruit and asking him to pick out the crunchiest apples for their salad.

    When Tom fell to one knee again, it was after she had gone shopping with her friends and was currently modeling her new purchases at his request. She had exited the bathroom in which she was changing in, wearing an extremely short, white dress that left very little, if anything to Tom’s imagination. The dress was littered with small, red roses and had straps that were tied into a bow. As she twirled for him, Tom could see that the straps were the only thing holding her new dress together and by the time that she’d stopped her spinning, Tom was on one knee.

    “Should I take this off myself or do you wanna get up off the floor and help me?” She giggled, toying with the bow sitting atop her shoulder blade.

    As Tom carefully untied her dress and watched it fall to the ground, he muttered, “pretty ring would go nice with the roses.”

    She could barely hear what Tom had said, let alone comprehend it, as he began to pepper her exposed body with warm kisses. Stuttering out an barely audible, “uh-huh,” as Tom mouthed over the sensitive spot she had just beneath her ear.

    As time went on, “I’m on my knee,” became a phrase that she would hear from Tom almost as frequently as he said “I love you.” He’d drop to his knee in public, private, essentially everywhere they went. She was nearly convinced that Tom on his knee wouldn’t ever mean anything other than their inside joke, but little did she know how Tom feeling.

    Each time he dropped down onto one knee before her, it always made him long to obtain a ring to present her with. Considering that he was on his knee for her essentially everyday now, so much so that even the press was completely desensitized to photos of Tom on his knee before his girl, he was legitimately out and about looking for rings.

    He’d recruited his mother to assist with the search, begged Harrison, Jacob, his brothers, his father, and even her mother to help him with the search, but none of them could find a ring that Tom felt was worthy of her hands. Each time someone would send him a photo of a ring that left Tom dissatisfied, which was often, he’d simply send back the verse from ‘Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond,’ regarding the smallest of hands. At this point, nobody was sure what he meant. Once Harrison had tried to clarify what exactly the rain having tiny hands had to do with the ring search, but he came back describing a look of genuine craziness in his best mate’s eyes and decided to drop it.

    It was only after Tom had wandering into an antique shop with his mother that he found something perfect for her. The wedding ring was vintage and even came with an engagement ring, and after Tom had spent countless hours on the weekend thrifting and wandering in an out of hidden gem shops with his girl, he knew that she’d love it.

    Tom could only hide the ring for about a week. He was utter and complete shit at hiding things, especially from her, and the ring felt as if it was burning a hole through his pocket. He couldn’t wait to let the whole world know that she was going to his forever and he’d be hers for just as long. Tom just needed to create the perfect moment.

    Luckily for him, the perfect moment came the very next morning. Tom trailed behind her, kissing the back of her neck softly as she laughed and threaded her fingers up through his curls. They were deep within the poetry section of the most massive library Tom had ever seen and when she reached up to grab a novel, Tom felt as if the wind got knocked out of him. In her hands sat a copy of E. E. Cummings collected poems and while she sifted through the pages, Tom prayed inwardly to the universe for her to read the poem that he knew was destined to be hers.

    Not allowing her time to chose a poem, Tom dropped down to one knee while her back was still turned on him. Digging the ring out from the confines of his pocket, he could only get the last few lines of the poem out. “I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice in your eyes is deeper than all roses.”

    As Tom neared the end of the poem, she turned and opened her mouth to say the last verse with him. “Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.” She smiled, completely prepared to meet Tom’s eyes as she finally faced him.

    At first, the only thing her mind could register was that her boyfriend was on his knee, as always. It took her a second to take in the ring that glittered off of the library’s bright ceiling chandelier. Pressing a hand over her lips, she struggled to breath, her small hands gripping the open poetry book in her hands. “Do you mean it, Tom?” She questioned, her eyes flicking down to the ring he was presenting her with.

    His eyes were glassy in the light, and Tom smiled, “course I do, darling. I’m on my knee after all.”


the village chief

i recently bought jessica julius and maggie malone’s the art of moana, and it was such a beautiful and enjoyable read! i was inspired to draw moana again; this is how i imagine an older moana would look as the village chief of motunui.

i decided to marry parts of the designs of both motunui villagers (such as tattoos) and their voyaging ancestors (such as fresh vegetation) for moana’s village chief look, also making sure to use a lot of red, which is the color of royalty, and to throw in whale teeth into her necklace, which only royalty would be allowed to wear. the story of moana, after all, is about how moana found and defined her identity when she set out to fulfill her ancestors’ quest and how she connected herself and her people to their ancestry in doing so.

🌸🍃 Beltane Tips! 🍃🌸

Hello, my loves! I know it’s relatively early, but I wanted to make a post about this in advance for those who need some help / inspiration with the upcoming holiday. :-) Beltane, also known as “May Day,” is at the very beginning of May, and its purpose is to continue the celebration of Spring and fertility. We bow to the abundance of the fertile Earth, and become aware of Her opening up to the fertility God. Their union gives life to healthy and strong livestock/crops and new life in general. This is inspiring to many witches and magick workers who wish to bring change into their own lives, as well as show a passionate appreciation for life itself.

- If you’re on a bit of a schedule, there are simple things you can do to show your thanks for the planet we live on and the gift of life. Much like with Ostara, just try your best to thank nature - take a short walk, notice how green everything is, eat some fresh vegetables, and take deep breaths of morning air. 🌸

- Create a Beltane altar! Include lots of green items, inspired by the lushness of the growing grass and the leaves on the trees. Also include pastels to honor Spring, such as yellows, blues, and pinks. Incorporate these lively colors into the objects in your altar - think ribbons, decorated sticks, flowers, candles, cloths, succulents, baskets, grass, chalices and statues. Add some symbolism to represent the strong  male energy of the God, which is especially potent at this time. Think sticks, acorns, seeds, antlers - and try your hand at creating your own mini Maypole! 🌿

- If you have the environment / time to do so, gather a group of friends and have a bonfire (or even just a fire in your fireplace, if you have one)! Beltane is one out of the four fire festivals in current Pagan traditions, so its presence during this time is especially welcome. Can’t have a bonfire? Light some green candles and meditate near them, perhaps while writing a list of things you wish to renew in your life. 🔥

- Eat!!! Try and incorporate milk, honey, and/or oats into your meals during this time, as well as fruits -  peaches, mango, pomegranates, and cherries. 🍒🍯🥛🍑

I hope this guide is helpful! xoxo

welcome to Mealtimes With Executive Dysfunction, please have a look at our menu:

  • leftovers from the last time you had a Real Actual Meal (you lucky bastard)
  • leftovers from the last time you had a Real Actual Meal (you lucky bastard), except they aren’t actually there anymore because you ate them for lunch
  • staring into the fridge and whining
  • plain rice
  • tuna straight from the can
  • tuna ON TOP OF PLAIN RICE WHAAAAAAT *air horn noises*
  • something that’s probably gone bad a little but you don’t have the energy to care
  • something you actually like but you’re too tired to cook it properly
  • something you hate but it’s still slightly better than all the other options
  • canned soup
  • cheese???????
  • peanut??? butter?????????????
  • guilt about eating canned soup for the 6th time this week
  • oh thank god i have vegetables in the freezer 
  • the fresh vegetables you accidentally left to rot because preparing them was too much effort
  • the easiest & least appetizing of 5 ways you know how to cook eggs
  • 12 different snack foods over a period of 5 hours