i do a lot for free food

anonymous asked:

headcannons to the boys reaction if gardienne gets hurt in battle?

hellowwwwww everyone!

How have you been? I just made my last exam today and I’m finally free.
I’m a bit bitter because I am so distracted but anyways…
Also, I’m super hungry… and I’m tooooooooo lazy to get food. What should IIIII DOOOOO!

I’ll make a “solo” post about this, but how the fucking hell do y’all do your MCL and Eldarya’s profiles sooooooo pretty and “"goals””?? IM JELLY BABYY!!

When I re-read (idk if that’s a word but ok) what I wrote I notice I made a lot of mistakes :P I’m so sorry, sometimes I type too fast I don’t notice my damn errors. I’ll fix them all later because I hate orthographic errors or gramatical errors.

Anyways, this has been WAY TOO LONG on my ask box.
I’m so sorry for being a lazy ass, please love me.

Hope you like it ;))

Nevra:

  • We all headcanon Nevra as a mother, so you know how much worried he would be when he enters the infirmary.
  • He would ask a lot of questions too while analysing you.
  • Nevra wouldn’t be all freaky touching you all over the place and shaking you.
  • He would observe you and ask you questions, you can tell he’s worried as I meantioned previously.
  • He would be mad too. You were his friend/lover (as you wish) and he should be able to protect you when you can’t really do it.
  • If you were hurt in a battle against an enemy, he would probably suggest to kill them.
  • He would keep an eye on you for a long time to make sure you were treating yourself.
  • Résumé: He would be really worried and sad he couldn’t help, because he likes you a lot as a lover or as a friend.

Ezarel:

  • Ezarel would be a bit worried but not too much.
  • At least that’s what he says to himself lol.
  • But no, I’m serious… When he heard you really got hurt in a battle agains an enemy he would be soooooo worried but when he gets to the infirmary and sees that you’re fine and awake he gets less worried.
  • Will probably make sure you’re eating well, drinking water, taking medicine and will take you to the infirmary to treat your wounds/injuries.
  • He will be less extreme with you and be slightly more patient.
  • Basically he would worry about you, keep an eye on you and, of course, suggests to kidnap one of the enemies, cover him in honey and leave him in the forest so he can be eaten by insects and animals…ha ha ha :))) :))))
  • Would then say that it would be a waste of honey. Which makes you laugh.

Valkyon:

  • Valk believes that getting hurt in battles makes you stronger and wiser in the future, so at first, he’s not really worried.
  • But when he sees all your wounds and bruises he gets more worried.
  • THEN HE KNOWS THAT YOU FOUGHT ALONE…
  • Get ready gurl, he’s gonna give you the talk of your life.
  • Which you think is kinda cute and you’re amazed because he’s so caring. aw aw aw
  • He probably teaches you some more ways to defend yourself when you get better.
  • Doesn’t suggest anything besides a normal confrontation with the enemies.
  • Will keep an eye on you, to make sure you’re doing fine and not being a trouble to his heart and to yourself.

anonymous asked:

Im doing this on anon cause man have times changed, but i did your spanish homework,m and like dude, do you have any advice for a seventeen year old going to college

Find where you can get free food. You will not just get free food, but you will also make a lot of friends and have time for studying in non-boring places. Churches are very good and they don’t care if you believe in them or not, especially if they are college student ran bc they only exist for the purpose to feed college kids. 

As for academics and stress, eat a lot of that free food and you will feel amazing (and don’t worry college is nothing like high school you’ll do just fine!) 

Also thank you so much for all your help a few years ago!

anonymous asked:

So you work at Wayne Enterprises right? Have you ever been to a Wayne Gala? Or any fancy ass party?

I haven’t been at Wayne Enterprises very long (only, like, a couple of weeks) but yeah, I went to one just a couple of days ago and oh my god it was the best experience of my life.

So it was for the Martha Wayne Foundation, right (to celebrate them opening their tenth orphanage in the city), and since I’m Lucius Fox’s assistant, I managed to score an invite.

The evening started off nicely, you know, everything going well (it was really flash and I ate a whole lot of expensive canapés as you do when there’s free food) and then. everything got so much better.

Because the Waynes got bored.

Remember, there are, like, eight Wayne kids, and they all actually managed to make it to this particular event, so when they got bored and wanted to do something about it, it wasn’t just a ‘oh, let’s all hang around our dad’ kinda deal.

They organised a huge game of tag (again, remember there’s eight of them ranging in age from 12 - 27) and spent the rest of the evening ducking between guests and causing a huge ruckus and generally have a good time (Bruce spent the entire time looking bemused and doing nothing to stop them, mainly because again, they were having a great time).

So basically if you ever have the opportunity to attend a party or something that the Waynes will be going to you definitely should because it’ll be a riot of a time.

World Naked Bike Ride Portland - 2017

Words can’t describe how amazing the World Naked Bike Ride was this year. Well over ten thousand people came out on an insanely hot day to ride. There was so much joy and happiness. The ride itself was brilliant. The route took us through the heart of Portland and across the Burnside Bridge into Down town. Afterwards, the city was filled with lots to do and nude freedom.

We biked naked everywhere and everyone was free to do so. We ate at food trucks naked, went to bars and danced until the late hours at the multiple out door parties filled with lights and DJs. Thousands joined in the parties and days later you can’t think back to Sat night and not smile.

I’ll be posting pictures from Sat for months to come. Just too much joy to post all at once. If you haven’t been to the Portland Oregon WNBR, you should. It’s nude Christmas in June.

Cheap Creative Date Ideas

• hide and seek at Barnes and Noble

• pick out books for each other at Half Price bookstore

• read to a group of local kids at a library (ask their parents first)

• make a homemade pizza together

• have an impromptu photo shoot at a park

• go thrifting

• Facetime and Netflix so you can see each others reactions

• people watch and make stories for them at a mall

• try on clothes at a store you know damn well you can’t afford

• do laundry (don’t knock it till you try it)

• attend an outdoor event (often times they’re free or dirt cheap)

• teach other one of your favorite hobbies/things (2k, makeup, cooking, basketball, etc)

• play something at the crib (jenga, speed, uno … okay maybe not uno but you get the idea)

• hang out with a family member (i guarantee free food 9 times outta 10)

• late night star gazing (find a good rooftop where there aren’t many lights, makes it a lot better.)

• make each other a mixtape

•find a swing set and talk about elementary school memories

Cover Letters

If you all don’t have a cover letter template written up so you can just fill in the blanks during a job hunt, you’re doing yourself a major disservice bc man does it look professional and it can be SO fast and easy if you do it beforehand.

This is what mine looks like:

Date

Your Name

Company Name

Company Street Address

City, State, Zip

Dear Hiring Manager/Hiring Department (pick 1 depending on how big the company sounds)

I am interested in applying for the (Insert job position here) that was (insert how you found the job here). My resume is included for your review.

My background includes extensive customer service experience in fast-paced environments (If you were in a lot of fast food/retail). Through those experiences I’ve developed a large focus on customer experience and satisfaction, that would easily fit within your company’s dedication to positive customer relations. Insert something specific to the company’s creed here. My skills include (relevant program/being eager to learn new skills), (a thing you can do), and (probably something like “reliable work pace”).

I would sincerely appreciate getting to meet with you to talk about this opportunity further. Please feel free to email me or call to get in contact with me. Thank you very much for your consideration.

Sincerely,

Your name again

Enclosure (it means a resume is attached too)

Short, sweet, to the point, and totally valid in p much any workplace. I wrote this up as a homework assignment for a business class and oh man it’s helped me out so much. 

  • If you wanna write your own just keep the general structure the same: 
  • 1st paragraph: what the job is, how you found it, you have a resume for them
  • 2nd paragraph: Your background, what you learned, how you would fit in, show you read a little bit abt the company, what you can do
  • 3rd paragraph: You wanna talk abt this in an interview, call or email you, thank them for their time

You can do this, cover letters don’t have to be intimidating!

Allura: I suppose I should talk about how the cafe was founded. When I graduated college my father proposed to me I run my own small business before taking on the family company.

Lance: Allura here is the princess of Altea department stores like… for real. She is swimming in the hot okane* stacks!! ( money)

Allura: Yes well. I have always been interested in the idea but many of the maid cafes around us lacked subtly. While I love delighting and entertaining with more of the otaku brand culture, I wanted to add my own. We often hold lessons on fine dining and western tea. Helping our customers become more eloquent and elegant and poised.

Coran: I of course as her father’s assistant, saw to that Allura was doing her job.

Allura: Now I love the shop, struggles aside it is so rewarding.

Coran: Now for the rest of you scrappy lot!

Allura: Yes! Why did you all join us?

Shiro: Ah.. i-it seemed interesting (( 'cause he liked Allura))

Lance: Y-Yeah good work opportunity (( ‘cause he liked Allura ))

Hunk: I get to spend time with my b-buddy! (( Lance’s wingman/ free food ))

Pidge: Money. (( Lance’s backup wingman…. and really money ))

Keith: Broke a window.

Keith: It’s alright. A job’s a Job, right? But a reason?



Keith: No reason really.

Black Girl, NYC

Greetings people. I identify as a Black female who was born and raised in NYC. I am slowly progressing through my study of education and history in college. Other then that, I spend (probably) an unhealthy amount of time reading and writing sci fi and fantasy. But by high school, I got sick and tired of the same story featuring blonds and brunettes saving the day with their straight, lean male heroes so I turned to my librarian seeking something new. She pointed to Octavia Butler and the rest was history. I’ve been seeking diversity in media ever since.

Family life and Culture

I grew as the middle child of six siblings with my single mother and grandparents. Yes, my working-class household fits the stereotype. We even have an absent father *sighs* But, hey shit happens. And with the biological father turns out not to be the best father figure, shit had to go right out the door. Yup. But make no mistake that this is a norm. Most households on my block do have both parents involved in their children’s lives. Our circumstances called for us to have one. That’s all.

The house was full, loud and rambunctious. We made up a good portion of the children on the block (unsurprising) and basically ran it. There’s a whole novel that could be fleshed out of my childhood if I wanted to. Our neighborhood is very tight knit. Next door neighbors were treated like Aunts and Uncles. When summer came around, we were sometimes divided into groups as the parents who were off from work overlooked us while braiding our heads. Blackouts became an all night bbq and sleepover on each other’s porches. Crooklyn by Spike Lee was a good representation of what it was like in fact. Somewhat. Minus the brownstones, plus a couple more fights (lol).

My grandma was a nurse who’s pretty big on us knowing our family history. She made sure to talk a lot about our Gullah Geechee roots. We also had some Dominican culture influence since her closest friend and our Madrina was, well, Dominican. But she is fairly strict on gender norms and how my sisters and I should act especially with brothers. She antagonized me the most growing up because I continued to ignore this. We don’t get along but i can’t say i don’t get why she’s the way she is. She has a pretty dark past. My mother, a latchkey kid of the finest stock, is more laid back and gives all of us free range to make our own mistakes. Most times. Other times, she’d rather lecture us. Depends on our crime.

I don’t know what my grandpa used to do. He retired waaaaay before my grandmother. I also don’t know much about his culture. He’s 1st gen Jamaican who fully assimilated into American culture. Well, beside his food choices. Now, he gambles and goes to church. When I was younger, he used to teach us how to gamble too. And how to cheat and not get caught. We got a lot of free fast food while he taught us. He has gotten more frugal the older he got. And more isolated.

Dating and Relationships.

I don’t date. I have no interest. Well, no, that’s not exactly true. I’ve considered it but I rather have not seek out anything outside of platonic right now. I have a tight knit circle of friends and several other groups of friends I associate with depending on the activity. I’m realizing it seems like I’m using the term “friends” loosely but I swear I’m not. I’m a virgin and I feel nothing about being one until someone goes “*gasp* You’re a virgin really?” and then I end up on high defense saying “So?” Believe or not, that messed with me a lot.

My love life and lack of interest in having one has always been a struggle. In middle school, the group of friends I hung with were becoming more infatuated with love and sex. Yes, middle school, fifth through eighth grade, ages nine to thirteen. But, when they would talked about who’s hot or not, they would look at me funny when I didn’t join in the discussion. Instead of explaining myself, I simply copied other’s reactions and gushed along with them. This instinct followed me through High school til stopped out of annoyance. I became a listener and adviser in their relationships because I really do love stories in many shapes and forms. And I would never turn down hearing a story.

Language

My primary language is English and AAVE. I’ve been living in a neighborhood filled with Blacks and Latinx. Most of my friends are Black and Lantinx. I didn’t meet a white person my age until college. Okay that’s a partial lie. I’ve been in a summer camp that was made up of predominantly white children. But as the only black kid in my age range, I was sorta uncomfortable. I never made lasting friends there. After High School, I spent a year abroad in Tena, Ecuador where I learned Spanish and Kichwa. I still suck at both languages.

Clothing

Lots of my clothes when I was younger were borrowed or hand-me-downs. Half of them still are. It’s like thrift shopping without the hiked prices thanks to its popularity by rich white people (Thanks rich white people!) All my siblings’ taste varies. In my case, I’m fond of combining loose and tight clothing (tight jeans and a loose sweater/ baggy jeans and a tight top). No makeup. Silver accessories.

I used to have a short bob cut permed. I hated it. But I rather a perm then getting my hair straightened with a hot comb because the back of my neck and big ears would always get burned. It wasn’t until I made a friend with a natural afro that I realized my natural hair was even an option.

Academics

Lol I was a nerd with bad grades.

Religion

My family practices Santeria, which has historical roots in both Catholicism and Yoruba thanks to slavery (Yay slavery!). However, because the religion is not fully accepted or well-known, I tend to say I’m simply Catholic if asked. Apparently, a Black Catholic is hard to believe. It is assumed all Black folks are Baptists or some branch of Christianity. I have no idea where that stereotype came from. But I can give some guess. (*cough cough* Tyler Perry….).  

As I stated before, I love scifi and fantasy. I especially love urban fantasy involving witches. I blame this love on Practical Magic and Eve’s Bayou, my childhood faves. It’s because of this love that I wish to see more stories with witches of color. And no, I don’t mean that one evil/mysterious southern/Caribbean Voodoo/Hoodoo witch hollywood loves to portray so much. That always plays into the “Black is evil” trope. Give me some damn variety!

I would squeal so hard if the mythology involved in a story isn’t even Eurocentric. I’m not joking. This is serious. When my religion was simply hinted at in the Raven Boys series (It was also a great way of making even more obvious that the character was definitely not white.) and Kenya Wright’s Habitat series, I squealed. All the authors did was write the names of some of the Orishas and I couldn’t help but put my phone down for a moment and inwardly scream with glee. That being said, if a writer does decide to use afrocentric or any religion involving “witchcraft” as a basis, I would personally ask that they make sure is is not a closed religion.

Santeria is, in fact, a closed religion. And while I don’t mind mentions of it in fantasy and even a main character stating they practice it, do not go any further than that. Don’t even research the practices within the religion other than what is public knowledge (And if you don’t have any public knowledge, just ask) Respect that there’s a limit. Anything further spelunking  is consider rude, disgusting, disrespectful and dangerous. There’s things that I don’t even know because I haven’t been properly initiated. And the internet has a lot of these practices exposed when it shouldn’t be so please don’t look into it. Please.

Food

Most of the cooking in the house has been done by my grandmother. Because of her various relationships, our food has always been a mixture of Black American, Gullah, Lantinx and Caribbean influences. It is so good. So, so good!

The only thing I don’t eat of hers is her seafood gumbo because I don’t like shellfish. One of my sisters said I should have my “black card” taken for my distaste. I said she could take it if she can name more black movies than me. She still can’t take it. My other sister wishes we could switch places because she loves crab but is allergic. The crazy girl actually sends her husband to buy some benadryl so she can eat some if we ever have some on the table. Smh. Siblings.  

Holidays

My family on both sides are quite fond of reunions. On my grandpa’s side, the family uses Fourth of July and Christmas to get together. On my grandma’s side, they tend to host annual summer reunion and send out RSVP invitations complete with schedules of the whole two to three day event. I didn’t mention this under my family life, but both sides of my family are boujee to different degrees. Lots of black sorors and frats members on both sides. I can’t believe that slipped my mind typing.

I’m a little iffy with Christmas. It’s more of a holiday for the older generation and our niece and nephews. The younger generation, however, don’t particularly care for the holiday. For some of us, it’s because it’s not really Jesus’s Birthday and Santa was whitewashed. For others, it’s because we don’t care to feed into the corporate holiday. For most of us, it’s a combination of the two. But we do love getting together when we can. My older sister and I have conspired to celebrate kwanzaa instead for the past two years. So far, it hasn’t grasped the interest of anyone else in the family.

Struggles

  • Being nerds from a young age, my siblings and I have been called “Oreos” or“Not really black” by kids in school on more than one occasion. We shut them down by fighting. Probably not the best strategy but it was best one I could think of in middle school and below. Made it easier to go back to reading my manga.

  • I got compared to my sisters a lot. It was the absolutely most annoying thing ever. And a major source of my insecurities growing older.

  • Need I address colorism? My highschool was filled with it. #TeamLight v #TeamDark. I was on neither team, because in the region I live, skin color was a pretty long spectrum. I fell in the between. Who came up with this?

  • I’ll admit it. I hate my own tears. They make me feel weak. Which isn’t true…I know. But, it is a mentality I always had. I have depression and PTSD. This isn’t really a secret. I tell people if I’m asked. But have you ever had someone look at you and say, “Really? You don’t seem like the type.” ……

  • I am a black female. I’ve been labelled “Strong” and “Independent” the older I got. By my mother. By my siblings. By my peers. And I get those labels. Even from friends. I loved those labels. I call myself by those labels. I mean, who doesn’t want to be seen as strong and independent? Those are positive affirmations, right? I think they would be. If that wasn’t all the positive labels we could get. Somehow, society has decided we are beings that are incapable of being multifaceted. I was indirectly taught to hate my own tears because black girls don’t cry. You can’t cry and be strong. What a terrible mantra fed to black girl at a young age. So, instead you tell everyone “It’s fine.”

I told my therapist it was fine. Until she told me straight up it was not fine. And it was okay to cry. I don’t like to cry. But I still (involuntarily) did it.

Things I’d like to see less of/Things I’d like to see more of:

  • I’m sick and tired of seeing black and latinx folks being portrayed as only fantasy gangs members. We are not only gang members. That’s a terrible popular myth the media put out there and I hate it even more so when it’s portrayed in SFF genre..

  • I’m tired of having one black person in a novel being described as having skin the color of “midnight.” And he’s (it’s always a he) not even that important to the story

  • I hate how every time someone decides to add a person of color, they have to be ambiguous brown. I’m not saying ambiguously brown don’t exist and don’t need representation but is it really that had for a dark brown skin person to play a major role in a story that’s not about slavery? Speaking of which….

  • Why we always gotta be slaves? Or better yet….

  • Why don’t we exist at all in High fantasy stories? Urban fantasy? Brooklyn wasn’t always the gentrified white town it is now. Still isn’t. How are you erasing people of color from NYC??? We make up way too much of the population to be completely erased

  • Stop racial coding other creatures to surround your white human characters. Especially as the bad guys. That’s just shitty writing. Step up your game!

  • I love Black love

  • I love Gay love. I wish more would follow moonlight’s example and show poc are gay too and gay doesn’t always equal to stereotypical femininity.

  • I love interracial love HOWEVER, can we pair people of color with other people of color as well? I’m starting to hate seeing it always a white person paired with a Poc. Variety damnit!

  • Friendships between boys and girls that don’t transform into love.

  • Friendships between girls that didn’t start out as a rivalry.

  • Different body types besides the skinny and tall. Make a main character that’s fat for once. It’s not a problem.

  • Magical characters of color that aren’t “Noble Savages” or “Wise Monks” that used their magic for personal gain for once instead of waiting for the white hero to come.

  • Nerdy black characters who aren’t 100% competent and cries. One that isn’t in a five token band that always gonna be compare to the white main character. Make the nerd the main character!

That’s all I can think of at the top of my head. But my list really does go on. 

Read more POC Profiles here or submit your own.

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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. 

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The Brickery Food Market

The Brickery is an artisan food market that occupies a former brick foundry building which has been respectfully restored to preserve its industrial identity. With six merchants, including three food vendors (grill, farm-to-table, and fusion seafood), a bakery and coffee shop, a juice bar, and a craft cocktail bar, this food market is a gourmand’s dream.  After grabbing a bite to eat, shop for gourmet treats, check out a food photography exhibit in the gallery or listen to an up-and-coming DJ in the entertainment venue.  You’ll swear you’ve died and gone to foodie heaven!

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snowbell55  asked:

Thanks so much! I really appreciate it (especially the College Student's Cookbook), but I'm not so much looking for recipes as I am the processes and what things do, ie, how to cut up a chicken into pieces, what paprika does, how to fry things, which knife to use when you want to do "x", the difference between sauteing and frying, etc. Not so much "what to put together if you want to make X" but "if you do this then this will happen because of that". Do you have any resources for that?

Whoops, sorry I didn’t understand. I don’t have any resources for that, so I threw one together for you! My boyfriend has been a line cook for about seven years now, and he’s taught me so much about food. There are lots of simple things you can do to make food taste better- but let’s start with the basics.

College Cooking 101

Materials

Here is a list of materials that I believe are absolutely necessary to creating a quality product. Feel free to substitute anything based on your own personal preferences.

Cooking supplies:

  • Non-stick frying pan (cast iron pans are much more difficult to clean)
  • Pot (I would recommend a small pot that you can use to cook for just yourself, and a larger pot for cooking portions or for company)
  • Lid for said pot
  • Rubber spatula (much better than wooden spoons)
  • Tongs
  • Sheet tray
  • Strainer
  • Scissors (kitchen scissors)
  • A cutting board (I recommend plastic because they’re easier to wash)
  • Cutting knife
  • Bread knife (both knives should be sharpened every six months at least, you can take them to your local kitchen supplies shop)

Spices:

  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • Dried chives (or real chives if you can swing them. Throw them in your ramen, your tuna salad, sprinkle them on top of pasta, etc)
  • Thyme (dried or fresh… dried is 3x as potent, use to season soups or pastas)
  • Rosemary (dried or fresh, use to season meats and starches)
  • Cumin (use this spice to rub meat)
  • Cinnamon
  • Sugar
  • Garlic powder or onion powder (used for meat rubs and seasoning soups or sauces)
  • Paprika (I would recommend avoiding smoked paprika, it’s got a super aggressive flavor… use this in small amounts sprinkled over things like you would the chives)

Basic produce:

  • Parmesan cheese (for sprinkling over pastas, you can get it pre-grated)
  • Cheddar cheese (for making sandwiches and mac and cheese)
  • Tomatoes (whole, crushed, paste, whatever… just have some sort of tomato product in your pantry at all times)
  • Potatoes (you can’t buy them pre-cut because the oxidize and turn gray if not used immediately… you can still eat them, but they don’t look pretty)
  • Onions (you can get them pre-cut)
  • Garlic (use to make sauce or soup bases)
  • Romaine hearts (lettuce has a short shelf life, but romaine hearts literally last forever and are healthier than eating iceberg lettuce)
  • Protein of some sort (whatever you like- steak, chicken, tofu, etc)
  • Something salty (like pickles, black olives, anchovies, etc)
  • Your favorite veggies (I like carrots and squashes the best)
  • Pasta (whatever is cheapest or on sale at your store)
  • Bread (freeze half a loaf and leave the rest in your fridge)
  • Eggs (egg beaters or whole eggs, whatever you like)
  • Butter (or a butter substitute)
  • Oil (olive oil is the most expensive)
  • Chicken stock (or vegetable stock, in a carton or cubed)


Techniques

Basic (super duper duper basic) instructions on how to cook various items. I am not a trained professional- the information I’m providing is based off of personal experience only.

Meat

  • Steak (skirt steak or cube steak are easiest)
    • Cooking: Cook with oil. Outside of the steak should be grey. The inside should be light pink.
    • Seasoning: Create a simple spice blend and rub it all over the meat. Spice rubs always include salt and pepper, add whatever other spices you want.
    • Pair with: Starches or veggies.
  • Chicken (skinless and precut are easiest)
    • Cooking: Cook with oil. Outside should be starting to crisp, inside should be white and dry.
    • Seasoning: Salt and pepper work best. You can also coat chicken in panko bread crumbs.
    • Pair with: Starches, veggies, fruits, or pasta.
  • Pork (pork chops are easiest)
    • Cooking: Cook with butter or oil. Outside should be starting to crisp. Inside should be the same color as the outside, and should feel very dry and hard.
    • Seasoning: Create a simple spice blend and rub it all over the meat. Spice rubs always include salt and pepper, add whatever other spices you want. Meat should be completely coated in the spice rub, or it won’t taste like anything but the oil.
    • Pair with: Starches, veggies, or fruits.

Starches

  • Potatoes (little potatoes are easiest)
    • Cooking: Cook with oil. Outside should be starting to crisp, inside fork tender.
    • Seasoning: Rub (literally rub the potatoes with your hands) salt, pepper, oil and rosemary all over the potatoes.
  • Pasta (shapes are easiest)
    • Cooking: Boil water with a teaspoon of salt. Wait until the water is visibly boiling to add your pasta. I like my pasta al dente, so I always cook it for the shortest amount of time listed on the box.
    • Seasoning: Thoroughly coat pasta with whatever sauce you’re using, or it will taste dry. Good prepared sauce brands: Newman’s Own, Classico, and Barilla.
  • Orzo/Cous Cous/Pastina
    • Cooking: Cook in chicken or vegetable stock following package instructions. Stir every so often, and add additional stock as it is absorbed into the pasta.
    • Seasoning: I like to add dried herbs to the sauce as it reduces to add flavor. You can also add veggies early on and let them cook in the sauce.

Veggies

  • Carrots/parsnips/beets (chopped are easiest)
    • Cooking: These can be pan fried in oil, boiled, cooked in a sauce/stew, or put on a sheet tray to roast in the oven. The easiest way to cook them is to add them to a sauce that you are heating up, and allow them to soften until they can be pierced by a fork.
    • Seasoning: Rub the veggies with salt before cooking, unless you are adding them to a sauce or stew.
  • Green beans/asparagus/brussels sprouts
    • Cooking: These are best pan fried with butter. Cook them until they are slightly crisped and fork tender. If you want to be fancy you can blanch them before hand. How to blanch: Boil water, and throw the veggies in for literally thirty seconds. Pour them into a strainer and douse them immediately with cold water from your sink tap until they are cool to the touch.
    • Seasoning: Salt works best before cooking. Butter after cooking.
  • Squash/eggplant/sweet potato (chopped are easiest)
    • Yes I know that sweet potato is a starch, but it fits better here.
    • Cooking: These veggies are best roasted until fork tender. Time varies. These veggies should be cooked with their skin left on.
    • Seasoning: Rub these veggies with salt and cook in a little oil. Top with butter after they are cooked.


Resources

- My Pasta Sauce Post. Click here.

- College Student Cookbook. Click here.

- Broke College Kid Masterpost. Click here.

- Cooking on A Bootstrap. Click here.

- Good and Cheap. Click here.

- Budget Bytes. Click here.

- Meals On The Go. Click here. (Not a cookbook, but super helpful)


I hope this helps!

RE: That post going around about Beneful dog food

You know the one, where Beneful causes the dog to have diabetes and seizures and it’s a tragedy and don’t feed your dog this or they’ll die. Full disclosure: my dog had diabetes and died after a brain tumor began to cause untreatable seizures. I have the utmost sympathy for the dog owners, and I very much understand the search for answers.

HOWEVER, THE POST IS WRONG, and spreading this kind of misinformation is dangerous.

And because I am That Guy, I asked a vet–my sister–why. Here is what she said, pasted from her email:

There are things like this going around all the time. Last one I heard was that it was poisoning dogs b/c of the propylene glycol in it (that would be a preservative, they were thinking ethylene glycol). These are the same things you hear from anyone who is about all organic, grain free, raw diet bla bla bla. 

Fun fact, if any of that were true Purina would be out of business. Now I do consider the Beneful more of a “junk food.”  Still well balanced but the lower quality of the Purina brands. Lots of fat dogs on it b/c of just that. So basically they are very wrong, though you’ll never convince them of that.

PLEASE, research before you reblog. This is how we get ‘vaccines cause autism.’ At best you are causing a lot of undue stress to people. If you have concerns, ask a vet. They’ll be happy to help you.

By Jonathan Heaf

The star-wrangling DJ takes Kanye’s meltdown and Bieber’s moods in his stylish stride at Luca

Is Nick Grimshaw still cool? This is, after all, precisely the reason why he was hired by the BBC in 2012 to host The Radio 1 Breakfast Show, taking over from the old, unfathomably uncool Chris Moyles. He certainly looks pretty cool as he hops from the back of a cab outside our lunch destination, all teeth and sports luxe.

Navy suede bomber, blue tailored trousers, black Vans and dark shades. He’s trendy yet clean, sort of Shoreditch via a bath, if you will; a hipster who’s made some decent wedge. The idea that authenticity (what young people think of as cool nowadays) can be upgraded for Joe Public via a little luxury befits our location, Luca, on St John Street in Clerkenwell. It’s run by the same team who run The Clove Club, a restaurant that brought sophisticated food - rather than just triple-cooked chips with aioli - to Shoreditch several years ago. This is their attempt at a posh Italian.

We begin by talking about Justin Bieber. Grimshaw and I - only school kids call him “Grimmy” - have something in common in that we both adore gossiping about famous people we’ve interviewed. Bieber, Beyoncé, Beckham, he’s done the lot. I tell him my worst interviewee by far was Christina Aguilera during her Stripped period. She was wearing so much fake tan that she left a trail of brown radioactive sludge wherever she perched. At the time, I remember thinking she resembled an enormous melted orange crayon.

“I’ve done Bieber every year since he was 14, so I’ve probably had deeper conversations with him than I’ve had with my own family,” he chuckles. Is he a terrible brat? “He used to be. But then every teenager is a dickhead, aren’t they? This year he came into the studio for a prerecord and he was monosyllabic and disinterested. I stopped the interview and asked him what the problem was. He told me he was hungover. So I got him a pint and a Nando’s. Celebrities are just dogs who need petting. Show them some love and they’ll be humping your leg before lunch.”

Speaking of which, we’ve ordered already: shaved fennel with pear salad and carpaccio of Hereford beef with oyster emulsion to start; for mains we choose pasta entrées: garganelli with pork sausage, tomato and anchovy (for him) and tiny pheasant milanese swimming in a peppery, sepia-coloured broth (for me). We drink lager and pale ale and agree the food is, although refined, broadly unexceptional.

Getting back to the gossip, I want his take on Kanye West - meltdown or precision press strategy? “Kanye might be having a nervous breakdown or he might just be really bored.” He’s bleached his hair, I say. Like with Britney Spears, extreme grooming is always a cultural cipher that indicates a celeb is one sad-face emoji short of self-immolation. “I like Kanye, or I like his music. I asked him once if he got lots of free stuff sent to him and he took it as an insult. ‘Do you think I’m cheap?’ he shouted. 'I drink champagne all day. Do you?’ No thanks, Kanye. It gives me dog breath.”

You can see why stars like Grimshaw. He’s brilliant fun, smart and utterly self-deprecating. “What I do isn’t work - it’s talking to myself in a room really early in the morning.” He doesn’t take talent, or himself, too seriously, thus he’s able to sweetly pop celebrities’ ego bubbles and talk to them like a normal person, something the swarming teams around megastars all too often are unable to do.

“I hate a kiss-ass,” he agrees. “Any celebrity that comes into the studio at 7am in the morning to be grilled by me and tells me how happy they are to be here is lying.” His realness has meant he’s been able to make friends with some of those he’s encountered along the way, Harry Styles, for one. Has he heard from Harry recently? “Sure, we texted this morning. He’s worried I won’t like his new solo record. He recorded it in Jamaica so I am praying it’s some awful white-man reggae.”

Cool? Yes, Nick Grimshaw will always be cooler than his employers -always has been, always will be. That’s why he didn’t fit in with Simon Cowell on The X Factor: “Everyone told me not to do it as it was so naff. Simon had weird energy: very Machiavellian.” So what happens when he eventually leaves The Radio 1 Breakfast Show? Where do DJs go to die? The pub? “I’m doing an internship,” he confesses proudly. “With Es Devlin, who designs huge stage sets for Adele and Beyoncé. I’ve been using a glue gun! I’ve always liked three things: music, nice shoes and good lighting. I’ve ticked two of those boxes, so why not the last?

"I’ve reached a point in my life where I know all that celebrity stuff is, ultimately, nonsense. What I need to think about is this: am I happy, am I healthy and am I being nice to my family? I guess it’s about being present.” Which is the least cool, but most honest thing Nick Grimshaw says all afternoon. GQ

lokthaire  asked:

So I have a question if you're willing to divulge the information (and it's perfectly understandable if you don't wish to!), but a friend and I were having a discussion about reptiles and we got talking about Iguanas and although we were both youngish at the time you would see them EVERYWHERE cheap and being panned as these great animals (to ME Iguanas are a reptile for masochists) but anyways, this lead to us realizing that Tegu are starting to become the new iguana.. 1/2


2/2 they’re starting to become readily available, cheap, and have a cool factor to them. So if possible -and any larger reptile owner feel free to add to this! Would you be willing to tell of what your weekly, monthly, and yearly expenses as well as anything else that popped up that you didn’t expect just to show people that it’s not just a cool looking animal but a potentially and certainly expensive reptile to own? I understand this can be a personal topic and understand not wanting to share.

OH MY GOD I FEEL THE SAME WAY tegus really do not need to become the new iguanas. This is a fantastic question and I’m thrilled to answer it.

SO. Weekly expenses… don’t really work out because a lot of purchases are made in bulk (food, etc.) every month or couple of months, but here’s a basic overview of how much things cost the first year I had her. Well. If I’d done things ideally- remember, I was foolish and tried to free roam her. HAD I done things appropriately with a cage, here’s how much it would have been. As it was, I did end up spending more than this trying to make free roaming work. Which most of the time it absolutely does not and I’m glad I stopped when I did.

Enclosure- I spent about 130ish on the grow tent and another 60ish bucks in materials to fix it up. That is absolutely the cheapest tegu setup you can make, and it’s not ideal for everyone- most enclosures you should plan for the 600+ dollar range. A PVC cage from a place like BeegerBoxes runs about a grand. I buy two 60 dollar lightbulbs a year, plus another 11 for her halogens and 10 for her CHE. The four dome lights cost me about 60 in total. The substrate I use costs 66 bucks every time the entire thing gets changed out. The swimming pool was about 25 and her water dish was I wanna say like… 20? Her big fake log was 35 and… ok I have no idea how much that footstool she stole is, but the crinkle tube was about 10 bucks. 

Total initial setup cost: 527 (in nearly ALL cases it will be more, I just lucked out with the grow tent idea.)

Then there’s vet checks! I needed a carrier, and the one I liked best (has a harness clip, comfy fleece pad, and places for heat packs if necessary) ran me about 35. I spent about 80 a visit and she goes at least once a year.  But wait! She hurt her lip! Add another 200 in followup visits and medication! I keep a few hundred bucks in an emergency savings account for vet visits. That’s non-negotiable. I put that aside in the first year I had her- it’s sitting pretty at 400 plus interest. 

By the end of the first few months, I’d spent about $832. Factoring in the savings account, that’s $1232. That’s not even including Juju OR the nonessentials. All the extra stuff? That cost more.

Then the food. I have some receipts for this- in the first year alone, Kaiju ate about 60 dollars’ worth of rats, about 100 dollars’ worth of reptilinks, and god only knows how much fruits, veggies, fish, and other stuff I could get at the grocery store. Let’s call the annual food bill 240? I might be lowballing that. So by the end of the first year, that puts her at like… $1492. Almost fifteen hundred dollars in the first year alone. Over twelve months, that works out to about $124 a month. Putting that in perspective: that’s about the cost of two additional Comcast bills. It’s like paying for two extra internet connections from a company that sees price gouging as a way of life. Can you afford two extra Comcast bills an entire month for a year? If no, then probably don’t get a tegu.

Now, that does peter down over the years- I don’t start from scratch every summer. But I do change out that bedding four times a year (or more if she doesn’t brumate), and I do buy two new MVBs every year- those are the 60 dollar lightbulbs. And she still eats probably about 300 dollars of food a year. She also gets an annual wellness visit. So that makes the minimum yearly cost about $764 (the ASPCA averages small dogs to be about $580 per year, to put that in perspective) and that’s again not counting extra stuff I buy to make her life more interesting. That’s about $64 a month… which is almost one additional Comcast bill. Can you afford an additional Comcast bill every month for the next 10+ years? Tegus are not cheap pets to maintain; to have a good quality of life, they need some seriously good care. There’s ways to do it cheaper, but if you’re impulse-buying a big reptile, you very likely do not have the know-how to do safely! You can certainly breed and grow much of your own food- that’ll help save money- but that also has initial startup costs, and requires the time and space that a lot of people just don’t have. I’m not saying they aren’t amazing pets- I mean, Juju’s the best thing to ever happen to me- but I am saying that they’re a commitment that shouldn’t be undertaken lightly.

And THEN there’s another monthly cost: Energy bills. Mine are included in my rent so I don’t actually know how much that is. So I can’t be much help there, unfortunately!  But that can get really expensive.

TL,DR: First year? Two extra Comcast bills per month. Rest of her life? One extra Comcast bill per month. If you can’t commit to that, then don’t get a tegu.

Snack boxes!

The first half of my pregnancy I didn’t have much of an appetite- nothing sounded good and I just wasn’t that hungry. Now, in the second half of my pregnancy I have an appetite but this baby is pushing on all my insides and I can barely fit a regular sized meal in. Then I feel full for hours. It’s the weirdest thing.

Anyways, I’ve been trying to figure out how to do meal prep that works for me. I have discovered the perfect solution- snack boxes! It’s the right amount of food, it gives me lots of variety, and it’s nutritionally well rounded.

Another plus is that there is no cooking involved and very minimal prep time.

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Hello all!! I’m doing my best to get into college soon and I’m trying to save up money for gas/food/etc. As of right now I don’t feel comfortable taking any more 12 frame animations since I’ve got some folks who already are getting some of those (and they’re a lot of work).

I take payment via paypal (lferg92 at gmail.com). These prices are based on 50x50 sprites; larger sprites will cost a little more. You can find more examples of my pixel art in the appropriate tag. If you have any questions, feel free to drop me an IM, or an email (lferg92 at gmail, which I prefer). Thanks for looking!

For Forever - Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 1751
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: fluffy, falling out of trees
Summary: Inspired by the song For Forever from the musical Dear Evan Hansen, you and Peter take a trip to a hidden gem- an open field filled with trees, that not many people visit. Talking about anything and everything, having a picnic, and climbing a tree makes for two friends having a perfect day.
Authors Note:  I’m obsessed with Dear Evan Hansen…so this had to happen. I also think this song is more lovey than the “love” song between the boy and girl…SO I USED THIS ONE. I love love love this musical so much and ughhhhh it’s just so good. AND I WROTE SOMETHING NOT ANGST FOR ONCE THATS ALSO PRETTY LONG IM EXCITED

Peter / Full Masterlist

Ao3


You took a bite of your ice cream as you drove both you and Peter down the winding road. “How much further?”

“Not too much further. We should be there soon,” You told your best friend and thought about the picnic basket and necessities in the trunk. Soon enough, you pulled into a dirt parking space and got out of the car to grab the basket and extra things. Not many people visited this hidden gem.

The hidden gem was an open field, which just so happened to be framed with trees. It allowed for the outer parts to have shade, but the center to have open space to allow the sun to come in and watch the clouds pass by, waiting for the sun to go hide away and let the moon and stars come out. Which was perfect for the end-of-May weather, making for a great day.

It was near an apple orchard, which was by an ice cream stop, but not many people actually visited this field. You and Peter grabbed the basket filled with goodies and the blankets in the back of the car. “Race you there!” Peter shouted and took off running.

“Not fair!” You yelled back, grabbing the last of the things and shutting the back of your car, locking it before taking off. “That was so mean, Peter!”

You ran with your hands full to find Peter laying on the ground in the middle of the open field. You laughed a bit and walked up to him, sitting beside the boy with his eyes closed. “Hey!” You yelled, making Peter jump.

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foods of thedas : THE FREE MARCHES

the free marches are the crossroads of thedas, and thus they adopt & improve cuisine from all over the continent. styles and traditions vary wildly between city states, but in general, marcher cuisine marries the practicality of ferelden with the inventiveness of antiva. street vendors can be found on every corner, selling a variety of finger foods: cold meats, cheeses, olives, as well as various pickles, chutneys, and preserves. the marches are also the bread central of thedas, turning baking into an art form and boasting baguettes, ciabattas, and pretzels, among others. traditional dishes include pasties, focaccia, samosas, and spanakopitakia.

Never Enough Part 3

Summary: After attacking Stiles, the first boy you’ve ever loved, you finally discover that you’re a siren/angel. Your siren anchor is Isaac. Nobody knows who your angel anchor. Except you.

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader x Isaac Lahey

Warning: fluff, angst, swearing, bad ass reader, sad thoughts, mentions of blood, etc.

Tagging: @thegirlwiththestories @morganschiebel @fabulous-dani @milkywaygalaxygirl @nathaliabakes @graceburnell @allana5100 @bellamysterekblake @beingmadinwonderland

Notes: Gifs are not mine, credit to the owners. 

Your P.O.V

I press my hands against my dress for the fifteenth time. It was my piano recital and I was a nervous wreck. It was the same feeling every year. I texted Scott, Stiles and the Sheriff, to remind them. I was able to forget about all the bad things if I just.. played. And right now, I could use some normal in my life. Stiles hadn’t spoken to me since that night… two weeks ago. I didn’t expect him to forgive me in a day but two weeks felt a bit long. Not to mention, it hurt like hell. I push the thought out of my head. “And now, (Y/n) (Y/L/N), playing River Flows In You and Once Upon A December from Anastasia.” Oh, god! This was it. I took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage.

As I sat down, I couldn’t help but scan the crowd, in hopes to see the people I most wanted here. Scott and Mr. Stilinksi grinned up at me. Both their cameras on record. But, no Stiles.. I couldn’t help but frown a little. He never missed my concerts. However, due to the recent events, I see why he didn’t show up. But then, I noticed someone I never thought I’d see. Isaac.. He smiled up at me, giving me a thumbs up. I couldn’t help but blush at the remembrance of that night. We were cuddled up against one another. I tore my gaze away and began. When I started to play, a tense hush fell over the crowd. It was as if they latched onto each note I played. It was a warm and fantastic feeling. Something I didn’t realize I needed. It was like taking a deep breath of fresh air.

When I played the last cord, I realized my hands were shaking with adrenaline. Everyone stood up, cheering loudly. Scott, Isaac and Mr. Stilinski were the loudest, without a doubt. “WOOHOO! THAT’S MY GIRL!” The sheriff exclaimed. I could have sworn he was getting teary eyed. When I glanced at Scott, he had a look of pure brotherly pride. Isaac however, his gaze was filled with pure adoration. I bow before making my way off the stage. They turned on the house lights. I made my way over to my family. Not my birth one, they, my father, didn’t care. He was constantly gone for work. My real family, was the Mccalls and the Stilinski’s. When I reached them, the sheriff proudly picked me up, spinning me around. I couldn’t help but giggle. 

After he put me down, Scott pulled me into a warm hug. “I’m so proud of you! You were fantastic!” Once he let go, I glanced up at Isaac, blushing. “What’re you doing here?” He shrugged, trying to act cool. “Scott told me you playing. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Immediately, I blushed, scratching the back of my neck. “Thanks. That means a lot.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, biting the edge of his lips. “You were phenomenal, by the way.” I giggle. “Thanks.” Before the conversation could get anymore awkward, Mr. Stilinski wrapped his arms around us. “You know what this calls for? A celebratory dinner! On me!” Scott and Isaac beamed. “Free food?! Sounds good to me!” Scott and the sheriff walked a few steps ahead of us while Isaac walked with me. 

“Uhh- (Y/n)-” He coughs to clear his throat. “Will you- can I, uhh sit next to you at dinner?” He asked, sheepishly. Grinning, my heart leaped. “Uh- yeah. I’d love that.” I wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about Isaac. I mean, he’s one of my anchors. I thought he was attractive even before this whole situation began. But, then again, I was also still trailing behind Stiles. Honestly, I didn’t know how to take this. It’s not like Stiles will ever care about me, let alone look at me. Hell, he still hasn’t said a word to me since that night. I felt horrible. I sent him a text before the performance. As we sat down at the diner, I couldn’t help but glance at my phone, in hopes for something, anything. I frown, nothing. 

Isaac notices my sudden lack of joy, nudging my shoulder, slightly. It makes me giggle. After we order, my face is buried in my hands, completely embarrassed about the story the sheriff was telling. “She was so mad at the boys for taking her painting! She was so pissed, she scared the boys half to death!-” I scoff. “I did not!” He threw his back, laughing. “You so did! The boys did your work for a week and every time you came in our house, you acted like a princess. If it wasn’t your way, you would have a fit!” I giggled at the memory. Scott looked between Mr. Stilinski and I, smiling. Isaac however, his eyes never left my face, his arm over my chair, inches from my shoulder. 

The thought made me blush. (Y/n), calm down, Jesus. Who says you even need a man?! Stop it! Focus on yourself! I nod my head, sort of to myself, as if I was confirming in-dependency. After dinner, I hugged Scott and Isaac goodbye. My embrace lingered on Isaac, slightly. I thanked Mr. Stilinski again for coming before I changed and made my way up onto the roof. Phone in my shakey hand. I decide to call again. “Hi, this is Stiles Stilinski! You’ve reached my voice-mail!” The batman theme played in the background. I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh! Sorry, that’s my cue, just leave me a message after the beep! I’ll be sure to get back to it!” 

The second it beeps, I start. “Hey, Stiles..” I pause, warily. “Stiles, I am so sorry.. Please talk to me.. I’m going crazy. Just say something.. I get that you’re pissed at me. You have every right to be. But I can’t function without you. You’re my-” I pause, gulping. “My best friend..” I cough to cover my sniffles. “I-uh had my piano recital tonight.. Your dad came.. I didn’t see you there.. You never miss my recitals..” I pause again, trying to find the right words to say. “I sucked.. haha.. completely bombed the whole thing.. In fact, I threw punch at one of the performers.. haha.. Look, I, I’m sorry, Stiles. Goodbye.” And then, I hung sighing quietly to myself. I leaned against my chair, propping my feet up on the ledge. 

The stairs above twinkled, as if they were teasing me. I sigh quietly to myself. All of a sudden, something in the distance caught my eye. Brows furrowed, I stood up from my chair. Water. The lake, not too far from my house. Five minute walk, tops. I turn over my shoulder, glancing back at my empty room. Just do it. Go. It was as if a voice were persuading me to be free by the lake. It actually made sense though. My dark, harpies like features, were just the first stage to being a siren. I felt it now. The real power, the pull towards the water. Fuck it. I slipped on some shoes, grabbing a towel from my house before I made my way there. It was a strange feeling. A good one. The closer I got, the more comfortable I became. Walking on the bridge, I sit down and take off my shoes, letting my feet play with the cool refreshing water. 

The stars reflected it, giving it a nice hue. The air was warm but the feeling felt cool and fresh. All of a sudden, the water under me hardened. Brows furrowed and filled with curiosity, I put more pressure on it. It stays solid. Cautiously, I hold onto the railing as I stick both my feet in the water. I let go, standing tall. I walk a way from the dock. I’m walking on water. “Holy shit..” Every step I take, I take with care. I could fall in at any moment. But I don’t. My siren side won’t let me. Run. A voice whispers in my head. I give into the temptation, smiling. I run across the water, laughing loudly. Twirling and dancing around, I yell. “SUCK IT, JESUS! TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME! HAHA!” 

At this point, I’m practically frolicking on the lake. I kneel in the water, swishing my hand back and forth, I gasp. The water follows my hand, rising up as I put my hand out in front of me. The water moved around me. Eyes blown eyed, I furrow my brows in concentration. Otter. I thought. And then, there it was. Right there in front of me, I giggle as it kisses my nose before jumping back into the water.

Glancing at the dark substance below my feet, I’m tempted to jump in. Tempted to feel the cold water. I give in, closing my eyes before falling back, crashing into it. It feels like a breath of fresh air. And it was because I could breath perfectly. I swam better than I ever had before in my whole life. It was incredible. It was all so easy. After god knows how long, I hopped out, feeling different, better. I dried off with the towel. Grazing over my gills. I smiled when it touched them, it tickled. I grab my shoes and head home. The sun started to come up. I was out all night. However, I didn’t feel the least bit tired. I was up to the brim with energy. 

That morning, I head to my locker, waving at Isaac, Allison and Scott, on the way in. After grabbing my things, I head to English. Stiles sat next to Lydia, glancing up at me, only to look away. Pain. A sharp pain collides with my chest at that small action. I take a seat behind Scott. He gives me a reassuring smile before looking forward. Allison entered, seconds later, eyeing the only seat left. Right in front of Scott. “Is this seat-?” She asks, awkwardly. He sputters, shaking his head. “Nope, no. It’s uh- It’s all yours.” I cover my mouth to hide my laugh. Almost immediately, Scott gets up to leave. We start class but I can’t help but feel something out of the ordinary. 

I sit up straighter, fists clenched. Stiles noticed my reaction but didn’t further acknowledge. Which kinda hurt. I tore my gaze away from him, rolling my eyes at his childish attitude. And then, all of a sudden, a bird ran into the window, blood spattered slightly. Jennifer, our English teacher, gasps. She practically jumps out her skin when five more slam against the glass. Stiles and I stood up from our seats, taking a step towards the window, gawking. And then, hundreds, if not thousands of birds crashed through the windows. The kids around us screamed and cried out in pain. The birds clawed and slashed their young faces. 

Automatically, I cover Stiles and another boy, wrapping my arms around them, protectively. Stiles.. went to Lydia.. like always.. I have never been more angry at the two of them in my whole life. But no matter how mad I was, I wanted, no, needed to protect him. I haven’t told Scott about my theory about Stiles being my angel anchor but in this moment, I knew, deep down, that I was. I just knew. I lift my head, glaring at the birds. They either leave or die on impact. We eventually stand up and re-cooperate. He checks on Lydia first. I grit my teeth, rolling my eyes. I will never be enough in his eyes. But none of this is new. We look at each other for the first  time in god knows how long. I couldn’t exactly decipher his facial features like I normally would. 

It seemed as though it was a mix of emotions: sadness; for not talking to me, anger; for me almost killing him, happiness; to see his best friend again, all of it or none of it. I wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe it was because I protected him? As a guardian angel would. Guardian angel. Oh my god. I tear my gaze away from Stiles, muttering to the two of them. “You okay?” Lydia nodded, kind of shakey due to the events but I could tell she felt calm because of my voice. It was almost reassuring. I couldn’t hate Lydia. Of course, she did things I hated but she was just as hidden and broken as anyone else. Stiles muttered, so quietly it was almost inaudible. “Yeah, I’m alright.” 

But as he spoke, he barely looked at me. That’s it. I am so done sulking over him. “Forget it. Whenever-” I grab my black jacket, practically fuming. “you stop acting like a child and grow a vag, come call me. I’m done sulking over someone who isn’t worth my time.” He winced as I turned over my shoulder and walked out. It was meant to hurt because he hurt me. I ran through my hair, breathing heavily through my nose. I was done. No, you’re not. A voice whispers back at me. I don’t agree but I don’t disagree, either. Mentally, I was done. But my heart was anything but. 

Third P.O.V

Stiles and Scott walked side by side to the party. Heather’s, Stiles’ childhood friend’s, party, to be exact. Stiles was excited to see his old friend, excited to get away from Lydia and (Y/n). Even though, he felt horrible. Scott, despite his strong attempts, continued to sulk over his first love, Allison. “Stop that.” Stiles said to his best friend. Scott looked at him, wide eyed, as if he were caught doing something he shouldn’t have. “Stop what?” He asks, innocently. Stiles scoffs at him. “You know what?! Stop being sad about Allison! Tonight, we party! No Allison, no Lydia-” Scott nodded. “and no (Y/n).” Scott’s eyes went wide in brotherly confusion. 

“Seriously?! She didn’t know how to control it and you’re still pissed at her?! It’s been two weeks?! Oh, by the way, I’m still pissed you the concert! You know how much that means to her. It broke her heart! And you know what’s the best part about the whole situation, you’re not pissed at her! You stopped being mad at her three days after the incident! So, why are you actually not talking to her?!” Scott rarely got mad at Stiles. But when it came to his practically adopted sister, (Y/n), he would rain hell upon anyone and everyone. It was now Stiles’ turn to be wide eyed and caught in a lie. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke. “Okay, okay! I was mad at how close she’s gotten with Isaac. He’s gonna take her away from me. She’s my-” He pauses. “my best friend.” 

Scott notices the pause, eyeing him, suspiciously. Stiles rubs the back of his head, walking towards the door. “Look, I’ll talk to (Y/n) tomorrow and apologize, but tonight is about us and forgetting our problems. Okay?” Scott nodded, knowing he wasn’t gonna let Stiles get off that easily. (Y/n) was his sister afterall. The next day at school, the boys found out Heather was taken. Stiles was completely distraught, having already made up with (Y/n), like he promised, she helped him calm down. But she was mad, mad that he almost had sex with an old friend without using his head to think. Like a guy, he used his dick instead of his brain. Scott reassured her that nothing happened between the two of them. However, it still hurt. But what made her more frustrated, was that Stiles waited two weeks to talk to her, solely because he was afraid he’d lose her, not knowing he was the one pushing her away. 

Your P.O.V

Originally posted by youngwarlock

We all met up at Deaton’s to find out what Isaac can remember. Derek was looking for Boyd and Erica and thought Isaac could remember via being to the point of almost dead, which didn’t reassure me in the slightest. I grabbed the last of the ice, turning the corner, only to find Isaac completely shirtless. I can’t help but gawk. He was toned, beyond so. He was built and chiseled to godlike perfection. Shoulders carved and stomach like a washboard, I can’t help but flush. He was gorgeous. And then, a voice broke my gaze. “(Y/n)?!” I look up to see Scott snap his fingers in front of me. “You okay? You dropped the ice?” I glance down to see the bag on the floor, like he said. 

I scoff, trying to gather myself. “Pff, yeah, I knew that!” Squatting, I pick up the ice bag and hand it to Derek, not daring to look at Isaac, too embarrassed to. I look at Stiles in hopes for some comfort. Oh, how wrong I was. He glared daggers at Isaac, practically fuming with rage. He continued to glare as Isaac as he sat down in the penetratingly cold water. Derek and Scott took their positions. “Ready?” Deaton asked. The young boy gulped, nervously. “(Y/n)-” He sticks his hand out, I grab it, despite Stiles’ glare. “I won’t leave you.” I say, which seems to sooth him. Then they push him down. He thrashes against the force and pressure. 

It takes everything in me to not look away. He practically begs me to stop, in fear of the reminder of being taken. I kiss his hand, which calms him, slightly. He starts spewing out information. But it wasn’t enough for Derek. He pushes him down further. Almost immediately, my inner siren breaks out. I use the water to push Derek away. Not enough to do damage but just to push away. Isaac jumps out of the water, shaking. I grab a towel, wrapping it around him, soothingly. Derek takes a step forward, I stand up, hand still intertwined with Isaac’s. I glare back at him, practically growling. Half of my body shifted into a siren. The other half, being touched by Isaac, was human. 

No matter how much he tried to hide it, Derek looked scared. “Come near him again, see was happens.” I growl, lowly, at him. He doesn’t move. Wise decision. When I look back at my hand, latched to Isaac, he smiles and I feel my siren side subside. He brushes his thumb against my hand. It brings me more comfort than anything. He clears his throat. “So, what did you find?” Stiles cleared his throat, stepping forward, looking anywhere but our hands. “You said they were trapped in a bank.” I look at him with a reassure, non-verbal, smile. It was as if he understood I was never gonna stop being his friend. It calmed him, slightly. “You also said someone else was in the vault.” Derek pressed. Scott asked, perplexed. “Who?” Isaac shook his head. “I don’t know.” 

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minimalism mistakes i made so you don’t have to

1. don’t believe it’s your job to convert everyone to minimalism. definitely spend your time explaining and sharing to people the reasons why you are a minimalist but don’t waste your breath on people who don’t understand. show them you’re happier with less and they’ll follow your lead eventually.

2. incorporate minimalism into your life at your own pace. just because one minimalist youtuber lives life with 36 items they can fit in one backpack, doesn’t mean you should. slowly cut things out of your life and if a backpack life is for you then eventually you’ll get there, but let it happen at its own pace

3. don’t throw away everything. if your collection of vinyls or DVDs or books or photographs makes you happy then keep it. if it doesn’t let it go. alternatively, meet yourself in the middle and digitise the things that you don’t want to get rid of, but are taking up a lot of space

4. don’t think minimalism is just about physical possessions. get rid of all friendships, jobs, hobbies and thoughts that don’t make you happy and add positive value to your life. make space for what brings you joy in all aspects of your life

5. make sure you have a plan. if you cut out those 2 hours of TV a day you will have free time but if you don’t know what to do with that free time you’ll probably just go back to watching TV for two hours a day. pick up a new hobby first, then as it fills up time stop wasting time on your old hobbies and habits

6. choose those new hobbies wisely. my favourite new hobbies are ones that cost a little to begin with but are then essentially free. i bought a ukelele and some running clothes and now i am filling my free time with music and exercise and i’m a lot happier because of it. if you like reading, go to your local library for free. if you like food, buy ingredients and follow a new recipe instead of just going to new restaurants