goat on the bridge

It's not just the food that's revolting.

(long story)

Back in my college days, I lived on campus and ate the 20-meals-a-week meal plan at the cafeteria. It was… terrible. Seriously. I know people complain about their college cafeteria all the time, but they still gain their “freshman 15”. I lost mine. The food was disgusting. Sunday spaghetti was made from tomato sauce and Saturday’s cheap hamburgers. One week they didn’t bother ripping up the hamburgers: watery, sauce-tinted, overcooked noodles garnished with dry, leathery, two-day-old hamburger patties. It was still better than the other options. At first, they had a “make your own pizza” line, but removed it because everyone was using it, and “bread isn’t cheap.” I remember seeing a real salad in their “healthy eats” line and getting excited, because it’s hard to screw up salads, only to realize that it was literally floating in oil. The salad on the actual salad bar was not an option; it was changed out every morning, whether it needed it or not. Oh, sorry, I meant the ice in the salad bar. Not the salad, no. A student wrote his initials in the tuna and it remained for a solid week. Sometimes the salad would grow its own salad.

They had a big board set up for student complaints, and they would write responses back. Oddly enough, the board rarely had bad things to say; the manager, may he be haunted by a thousand bedbugs, confessed that he didn’t have time to answer every complaint, but he did read every one, and took the complaints into consideration. And, as far as we could tell, threw away all the ones he didn’t like.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Nikki, is it just me or does it seem like Touka, as a character, hasn't had a whole lot going on that doesn't revolve around Kaneki in :re? I was re-reading TG and found myself missing when she seemed to have a whole life outside of him (school, friends, family conflict, taking an active role in the territory, etc) which really made her feel unique for a female love interest. Am I wrong in feeling like almost all of her recent development has just been about Kaneki and nothing else?

(I hope that last ask didn’t come across as character hate- It’s not! I love Touka’s character and have just felt slightly dissatisfied with the road she’s been taken down lately, so I wanted to see if maybe I was just overlooking things.)

Hey! 

I can see where it seems like Touka’s sole purpose is to move Kaneki forward because– let’s face it– he’s the main character. But while a lot of the stuff she’s said recently can be applied to her involvement with him, that’s not necessarily always the case.

With the “virgin chat” and the sex scene so fresh, it’s a little difficult to keep in mind that several chapters beforehand included Touka’s fighting in Cochlea and talking with Amon and Akira. While she did speak vaguely and briefly of Kaneki at times, for the most part it was about letting go of grudges and trying to get others to see ghouls as people, too. 

Nobody else is as straight-forward as her. Nobody else has her breed of bravery or perspective on life. If you take into account all the other people in Goat right now, Touka was the only person capable of bridging the gap here. 

And speaking of that conversation, I loved this glimpse at what she truly thought of her father. Of course she still loves and misses Arata, but to hear her actually say he was stupid for letting the past eclipse his present was a huge step forward after all the pent-up hatred she felt towards investigators in the first series.

I know we’re accustomed to applying everything about Arata to Kaneki because they’re obviously meant to be similar, but this statement, from Touka’s perspective, was about how it affected HER. It was personal, and meant to show Akira that she could relate to excusing her father’s violence, but that you have to look at what they did realistically if you ever wanted to move past it.

Apart from all that, things about Touka’s current situation with work and family and friends are absolutely still present. Of course the fact that she can no longer attend college is upsetting, but it’s fitting for her present self to move past that, lest it weigh her down. 

Remember back when she snuck into Cocolea with the gasmask group? She wasn’t there to see Kaneki. She probably didn’t even know she’d run into him. That was entirely about saving Hinami despite her family also trying to keep her safely out of it, and it offered a window through which to see how she could still fight with the best of them, even before we saw her hold her own against Mutsuki. 

I could go on forever about all the other ways Touka has moved forward without Kaneki at the center-point of her actions (I mean, she ran her own business for four years before so much as bumping into Haise). But the important thing for us to do is consider that a woman can still be her own person regardless of romantic involvement. I think we’re so used to seeing in one way or another that this concept of Touka being both is a little difficult to take in.

So, overall, it’s a fine line between “she’s just there as the love interest” and “hey, it’s HER love interest, too”… but thankfully Ishida has made sure to let us know that Touka exists beyond Kaneki, while at the same time has the courage and freedom to express that she wants this relationship for herself, too

AU Ideas

Spy AU: I was pretending to love you just to steal secrets but now I’m regretting my decision, I may actually be in love with you.

Dracula AU: It’s a steampunk world with flying ships, mechanical wings and steam powered pneumatic multi-stake launchers. Vampires take heed.

Werewolf AU: I legit hate being a werewolf. Everyone makes it sound great, but the transformation is painful and there’s hair everywhere and I think I’m allergic to wolf dander.

Fantasy AU: I’m just trying to survive in a world where goblins are killing and stealing, trolls don’t just bother goats crossing bridges and everything smells like swamp… how are you so clean?

Zombie AU: The hordes have rotted away and society is rebuilding. We were doing fine until the new government started interfering. 

Angel AU: You’re an angel and I love you, but is that just because I’m suppose to? God is love and all that, so is that just transfer since you’re his avatar?

Teacher/Student: Yes, I’m aware that I’m more than a little hot but anything more than what we have is just morally wrong. I’d just like to be your friend.

Survival AU: I know we don’t have any food, but I’d like to point out that there are plenty of bodies in the wreck that are doing to get ripe really quick if we don’t start building some fires and preserving… look I know this is creepy and wrong but we’re going to starve if we don’t do something and this is the easiest way to get some food in us with little effort, so we can build shelter and signal for rescue. Don’t look at me like that.

Nicola L Robinson Illustration Billy Goats Gruff, Troll Bridge, Chilrens book illustration classic fairytales, Pen and Ink monsters.

                                                                       Found on nlrobinson.co.uk

So @eileenthequeen, I saw your tags about the goat thing on my Rromani FAQ post and it reminded me to tell you guys the story about my ridiculous goat so here we go: 

When I was little, my family was living in New Jersey for a while (USA) and we had a farm. Idk if it’s just my family or if it’s normal or whatever but we’ve always had horses and I had a goat friend named Rochelle (Chelley). Now, this goat was fucking fearless. I had a swing set with this totally awesome slide, and Chelley would literally climb the ladder and go down the slide. But that is not what this story is about. 

So, one night we had this ridiculous storm. It knocked out the power where we lived, trees fell down and broke the fences on the horse paddocks, and one tree in particular caught fire because of lightning. The horses bolted into the woods, so my folks went and rounded up the neighbours to help track down the horses. They also noticed that Chelley the Goat was missing. She had been in a stall in the barn that night, so they figured she got scared and somehow managed to jump the wall and get out of the barn. Not surprising for a goat who can climb a fucking ladder, tbh. 

They looked for the animals all night and managed to find all of the horses (I think we had like twelve at the time???), but there was not a single sign of this fucking goat. However, my mother, in all her fucking practicality, had put a fucking collar on my goat with a name tag and our address and phone number (who the hell puts a collar and a name tag on a goat??? daje, that’s who). So she figured they would call it a night and if someone found her, they would call. 

Flash forward to the next afternoon. 

My mother gets a phone call from somebody at the Delaware Memorial Bridge toll booth authority or whatever they’re called. Chelley. My motherfucking goat. This badass cabra motherfucker had cROSSED THE FUCKING DELAWARE MEMORIAL BRIDGE (FOUR MILES AWAY DOWN I-95) AND WAS BEING HELD AT THE FUCKING BRIDGE AUTHORITY UNTIL SOMEBODY COULD PICK HER UP. 

For reference, here is a picture of the bridge that was conquered by a fucking nanny goat.

-spends days installing 5 million immersion mods for skyrim

-finally starts playing, goat hovers vertically against a bridge’s ledge

yup that’s the immersion i wanted

My Girl

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter rescues you from a bully

Warnings: Mean comments, bullying, punching

A/N: Thank you @skymundane477 for the request!

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Originally posted by livinggdreams

(Not my gifs)

Your head remained bowed as you made your way through the school corridors, the sounds of students chattering and laughing not enough to drown out the incessant shouting that followed you. You bit your lip hard in an attempt to stop yourself crying at the horrible words.
“How much did your parents pay Parker to act like your friend?”
“My gran called, she wants her outfit back.”
“Come back here, freak!”
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
With that, the guy who’d been doing the most yelling grabbed your arm and spun you round to face him. Your folders and books fell to the floor, scattering across the corridor. No one made any effort to help you pick them up as you ducked down quickly, feeling the familiar sensation of tears stinging your eyes.
“You were pretty quick getting down there, freak,” the guy continued, smirking at his friends before looking back down at you. “Do you spend a lot of time on your knees?”
The gathering crowd whistled lowly, some of them laughing appreciatively at his comment. You reached for your last folder, but another hand beat you to it.
Your entire body tensed, waiting for the person to throw the folder away or dangle it out of your reach. You kept your eyes fixed on the person’s black Converse trainers, silently awaiting the ridicule.
“Take it,” came a surprisingly gentle and familiar voice. Looking up, you met the eyes of your best friend, Peter Parker. You took the folder with shaking fingers, allowing him to help you to your feet afterwards.
“You hurt?” he asked quietly, concern filling his deep brown eyes. You shook your head slightly, about to say something before the guy from before interrupted.
“Aww look at that!” he laughed. “The freaks are looking out for each other!”
“Don’t you have places to be?” asked Peter, stepping in front of you protectively. “Bridges to hold up, goats to scare off, that kind of thing?”
The guy chuckled humourlessly, stepping closer to him and cracking his knuckles menacingly. “You calling me an ogre, Parker?”
Peter raised his hands in surrender. “Dude, I would never!” he said innocently. “Technically I was calling you a troll,” he added, grinning.
Peter pushed you out of the way as the guy swung his fist towards his face, missing narrowly as Peter ducked. You stumbled but didn’t fall, watching in horror as your best friend attempted to dodge the punches and kicks being thrown his way.
The crowd, including you, let out a collective gasp as Peter’s fist connected with the guy’s jaw with a sickening crack, knocking the thug to the ground. Your friend stared at him in shock for half a second, before coming to his senses.
He pushed through the crowd, grabbing your hand as the guy started to get to his feet.
“We should probably run now,” he said hurriedly, tugging you along behind him. Holding your folders and books to your chest with your free arm, and Peter’s hand with the other, you sprinted after him as fast as your legs would carry you, until you were both outside the school gates.
“That was amazing,” you managed to get out as you doubled over, trying to catch your breath. He chuckled breathlessly, glancing up at you as he massaged a stitch in his side.
“That was freaking scary,” he corrected, grinning. “Next time, I’ll hold him and you can punch.”
A giggle escaped your lips as you made eye contact with him, both of your laughter increasing in volume and pitch.
“Seriously though, if he does anything like that again, I’ll kill him,” Peter told you seriously. “He shouldn’t get away with treating my girl like that.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Your girl?” you repeated. You watched as his face turned even redder, and he avoided your eyes as he stammered out a reply.
“Y’know, I mean, like…you’re my best…no, you’re more than-,”
“Peter,” you interrupted, smiling slightly. “Are you trying to tell me that you like me as more than a friend?”
He looked shocked. “I, um, no, of course…I mean…yeah I am,” he said finally, sighing. He finally met your eyes, and you frowned at the apologetic expression he wore. “I’m sorry, we can forget about this and still-,”
You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him towards you until your lips were pressed to his. He tensed up for a second, before melting into the kiss and resting one hand on your lower back, the other resting on your cheek.
“I don’t want to forget about this,” you whispered, pulling back just enough so that your forehead rested against his. His warm breath fanned over your cheek, tickling you slightly and making you smile.
“That’s good,” he whispered back. “Because that would’ve made doing this really awkward.”
You giggled, smiling even broader as he took your hand in his.
“Yeah I suppose it would.”
Peter stepped back and turned so that the two of you were side by side, your hand still held firmly in his as the two of you set off walking away from the school gates.
“Why don’t we go see a movie or something?” he suggested. “I’ll even let you choose which one.”
You raised your eyebrows. “You’ve never let me choose the movie before.”
He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arm around your waist.
“Yeah, but that was before you were my girl.”

A/N: Thank you for reading, please tell me what you think of this in my ask box!!

Have you ever read the (originally Norwegian) folk story “Three Billy Goats Gruff”?  It created the word Troll as a mythical being who lived under a bridge.  I always imagine it is a bridge like this one near Rispond in Sutherland.   Of course a Troll is something else entirely to the social media generation!

anonymous asked:

I just watched the goat bridge episode and their reactions made me think of the serving fake alcohol at a party and watching people act drunk situation. I believe in the paranormal but honestly they were so dramatic/extra in that episode I couldn't take it seriously. Love your blog btw, thanks for giving fans a chance to make fun of Zak lol.

Lol thank you!! Omg that episode…. it’s so notorious at this point. may fav part is when zak says there’s a tree full of dolls in the evil goat forest but doesn’t even show it. People who live around that area were thoroughly confused by it lol.