i really like food a lot

kikuriki-kikuriki  asked:

Tbh I never understood why Jiraiya didn't just like. Take the Ame Orphans back to Konoha while he trained em, and then sent em back off to Ame when they were done like??? Jiraiya what???? Were you thinkin? Get your shit together man your team mates and village need you probably more than three miserable kids (one[??] of them an Uzumaki!!!! Hello!!!) have to stay in a country that likely wants them dead, when they can train somewhere safer and then come back for a Revolution™

LOGIC. I agree, tbh, though I can see the three kids being really wary about going back to Konoha too. Still, they went to a Konoha nin for training, so actually following him back to a village with access to more teachers and lots of food and actual safety seems like it would have been a better bet. Also, no village desertion on Jiraiya’s part. That likely would have been better. 

I’m kind of lucking out on the food front.

Right now I have two caregivers who are also food professionals:  One is a chef, the other is a (very talented) line cook at a great local restaurant (I’ve never heard anything bad about the place, and the one time I tried their food it was amazing).  And also lucky for me, their styles are totally different from each other.  The cook likes to do basic things that enhance the flavor of the food and let the food mostly speak for itself, and the chef is a bit fancier and more complicated and will throw in a ton of spices.  Fortunately I like both styles and am learning a lot about cooking.

Anyway, the guy who cooks for the restaurant actually enjoys cooking, so if I already know how to do something, he’ll often do it for me just because he enjoys doing it.  This Friday he made me really amazing asparagus – probably the most perfectly cooked he’s ever managed – and spinach and potatoes.  And I threw them all together in the soup, and for once I didn’t need to add salt or soy sauce or hot sauce or peppers or anything to liven it up – the vegetables were that good on their own and he’d really brought out the flavor.  The resulting blenderized soup (I have to run everything through a blender for tube-feeding reasons) is amazing.

I got a small garden plot with some other people from the local DD service agency, so I’m probably going to try to grow some squash. From what I remember, the main difficult with the squash is likely to be keeping them out of everyone else’s part of the garden. I haven’t gardened since I was a kid, though, so I’m nervous.  And we can’t use pesticides.  Not that we used a lot of pesticide when I was growing up, but we did use snail bait and that’s off-limits here.  But as I recall, zucchini are ridiculously easy to grow and the main problem is keeping them from taking over your entire yard.  So they seem like a good thing to start with.  I have a lot of great summer memories involving zucchini and other squashes.  And somehow combining squashes with chipotles or poblanos or really just about any pepper, plus small amounts of olive oil or butter or cheese, sets off some kind of “childhood comfort food” thing in my head.

My case manager also promised me some delicata squash cuttings from her garden to use in mine.  I’ve never grown those but I love them, so I’m excited.

looking for active Christian blogs to follow

i’m only following 300+ blogs here on tumblr and most of them are nature photography/food/rilakkuma blogs tbh :(( a lot of the Christian blogs i follow doesn’t post much the past days/weeks. if you could recommend any Christian blogs that are worth-following (even your own blog will do) i’d really appreciate it. 

you can just like this post or send me an ask or shoot me a direct message or reply to this post—any way to get my attention—and i’ll check your blog out.

The story you will never know: Chapter 5 - Nine months of freedom

Uncle Zeref inside. Kukuku…

Pairing: Zervis.

First chapter here.

Previous chapter here.

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Nine months. Nine months since Mavis died. Nine months since I stopped Anastascia’s time. Nine months training my time magic. The curse appeared a lot of times, of course, but always in forests and similar places, never in towns. I made sure that wouldn’t happen. I even teased Ankhseram sometimes. He doesn’t like it, and I was enjoying it.


During that time, I lived the life of a wandering magician. I helped people in a lot of places, and they paid me with money, food, clothes, and books. I didn’t have most of those books, and I liked to receive them. They were really interesting.


But I really never moved from around Magnolia in that time. I never went too far away. I managed to see Yuri some times, and Makarov thinks on me like some kind of uncle. But I never stayed for a long time. It was dangerous for them. Yuri knew it, but we couldn’t explain it to Makarov. He was too little to understand it.


- Precth has been really weird since Mavis died - explained Yuri in my last visit, while making lunch -. He’s always in the basement. We think he turned crazy.

- Is there something in that basement? - I asked.

- I don’t know. Nobody can enter, besides of him. He says he will tell it to the next master.

- Strange…


I was sitting at the table. Makarov was at my side, drawing something. I looked at the house. It was a very simple house, and nothing changed since my last visit. Except two orange flowers sharing the same colorful pot.


- Yuri?

- Yes?

- Is that the Fire Flower I gave to Mavis?

- It is. Sorry, I had to take it from her grave. Precht decided to do the exams to S-Class wizard in Tenroujima.

- Thank you…

- Why?

- For making me put the flower in Mavis’ grave…


Yuri turned when he noticed I was crying. I couldn’t be more happier in that moment.


- What’s wrong, Zeref? - asked Yuri.

- I only put one seed in that pot. Fire Flowers only grew in pairs from the same seed when they are given to someone, and those two people truly love each other.

- How are you sure that you didn’t put two seeds?

- Because they are growing from the same plant.


Yuri looked at the Fire Flower closely. I was right. It was a twin Fire Flower.


- I have to take care of them like it’s your child? - joked Yuri. I laughed.

- You don’t need to do it. But Fire Flowers live for thousands of years, so take good care of them.

- I will.


Suddenly, I noticed something. The black magic of the Tenrou’s jade inside Yuri’s body was spreading. That wasn’t a good thing.


- Yuri, are you feeling well? - I asked.

- Yes, why? - answered Yuri.

- Tenrou’s jade magic is spreading inside you.

- Is that bad?

- Knowing that now is black magic, I’m afraid that it is.

- Do you think I will die?


I didn’t let Makarov listen that last part. He was too little to understand it. I covered his ears when I knew where Yuri was going. His voice was sad when he asked that.


- I hate to be the one who tells you but… If the magic countinues spreading through your body… That’s what will happen.

- Can you remove it?

- Even if I’m a fairy, I don’t have that power. I’m sorry, Yuri.

- How much time do you think I have?

- Four or five years. I’m not sure.

- That’s not a lot of time.

- I know.

- What’s happening, uncle? - asked Makarov.

- Nothing, Makarov. Don’t worry. I need to talk with your father about a very secret thing, can you go to play to the other room? I’ll tell you when you can come back.


Makarov nooded, took his drawing and colors, and went to the other room. I made sure he was in the other room before turning to Yuri.


- You have father eyes, Zeref - said Yuri.

- What?

- You were staring at Makarov like he’s your son.

- I like him, that’s all.

- No, Zeref. I know what I’m saying.

- My father liked kids. Maybe I have that from him.

- Your father?

- I have a bad memory of him, who makes the curse appear every time I think of him. That’s why I never mentioned my family before.

- What kind of memory?

- I don’t want to…

- It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. It’s really that bad?

- Yes. It’s from when he died.

- You were there?

- It’s even worst. Anastascia made me kill my family. I- Ugh!


The curse was there, wanting to get out. Why now? It wasn’t a good moment. I didn’t had to say anything about my family. Now, Yuri and Makarov were in danger. Suddenly, the curse slowly returned from where it came from. I didn’t know why until I could listen again.


- That song…

- Do you know it? - asked Yuri, seeing my surprised face -. Mavis used to sing it to Rita when she was pregnant.

- Of course I know it. It’s the fairies lullaby.

- Really? I never knew where Mavis learned it.

- Probably her parents sang it to her when she was little. After all, the people who where living in Tenroujima were descendants of the fairies.

- What does it tell?

- Who is Anastascia, the dark fairy. How bad she is.

- What a dark lullaby.

- I know. Why did you sing it?

- A feeling.

- It stopped the curse.

- Really? That’s good, right?

- Better than you think. Now I can think in a way to stop it temporarily.

- That’s really good for you.

- Yuri, listen. You need to find someone who takes care of Makarov before you die.

- Precht will do it. Warrod wants to leave the guild and go somewhere in the mountains since Mavis died. Rita gave birth in the guild because she wanted to raise Makarov in it. That’s her wish. I want to respect it.

- You must make Precht learn to take care of him before you die.

- I will. He’s not good with kids.

- Can I come back now? - asked Makarov from the other room -. I’m hungry.


With an smile in my face, I went to the other room and carried Makarov. Something new for him, but also new for me. I had a feeling that that time would be the last I saw him and Yuri.


- You want kids, Zeref - said Yuri.

- I can’t, and you know why - I answered.

- Still, you want them.

- Even if I had them, they won’t be safe with me.

- I know. But your adult self carrying a kid, and with that smile in your face, just tells me the caring father you would be if you could have children. Who said he was hungry?


I didn’t left after lunch. I stayed a little more, playing with Makarov. Yuri kept his eyes on us all the time. Probably because I was acting like I was Makarov’s father.


- Time to take a nap, Makarov - said Yuri, some hours later.

- I’m not sleepy - answered Makarov.

- Yes, you are - I said, looking at his sleepy face.

- Do you want to put him to bed, Zeref? - asked Yuri.

- Can I?

- Only if you sing that lullaby.


I carried Makarov to his bed, and I covered him with the blanket. Then, I sang the lullaby.


“La maldad más pura,

La maldad más oscura,

Tiene sangre de hada,

Su nombre es Anastascia.


No dejes que te atrape,

No dejes que te engañe,

Porque si lo hace,

Ya no podrás ver ni a papá ni a mamá.”


Makarov fell asleep when I finished to sing.


- It wasn’t “nombre”? - asked Yuri.

- There’s a version with “nombre” and another with “sangre” - I answered -, but the song is the same.

- Who made it?

- Morgana, the first fairy queen. Anastascia’s twin sister. She sang it to her children, and soon the other fairies learned it.

- A lullaby for your evil twin? Sounds good.

- I must go. It’s late.

- Makarov will be disappointed when he wakes up.

- I know, but I was going to release the curse here. I don’t want that to happen again.

- I understand, but I don’t know if Makarov will understand it.

- The next time, I’ll bring him something. I promise.

- Be careful out there.

- You too. And take good care of Makarov.

- I will.


I left Yuri’s house, trying to not be seen by anyone. I always did it. I knew very well what will happen if someone recognizes me, specially Precht. I left Magnolia with anyone knowing I was there.

I joke about white ppl food a lot but actually growing up I was really close to my neighbor who was this white chick and id hang out at her place after school and she was always eating tostadas/spaghettios/mac n cheese w ground beef/spam and eggs on toast etc and her grandma made her chicken pot pies from scratch and scalloped potatoes w bacon and homemade sloppy joes and I was SO SO jealous like my parents are crazy good chefs overall and I love chinese food but honestly all thru 4th grade i was so mad my parents wouldnt let me eat “salty processed american food” at home especially bc I hated most of the meat dishes they made (i still do bc their tastes are so different from mine like clear broth pork ribs and cold ginger chicken makes me shiver) and they would make a huge fuss when I boycotted anything bc “i was a growing child” and needed protein

Yesterday I started feeling sick for no reason and decided that I should stay in and rest a bit and maybe get 100% better to go out today and have fun with you all since I wanted to eat a lot and then I tried to go and… I think my body hated me for eating three burgers while a bit sick and now I came back home and it feels like hell. So if I really die - because I feel like I might - please take care of my dogs, and tell my sons that I died in a epic battle or something like… fighting bad guys and not just because I am dumb and ate junk food when I should not.

My favorite Shady/Illegal tips

*If you don’t have a stamp, reverse your destination and return addresses. The post office will deliver it to the return address for free

*One bag of garbage from a McDonald’s dumpster has hundreds of receipts in it, each of which has a survey. Submit each one for lots of free food

*Holding a cell phone to your ear justifies loitering. This aids in public urination, dumpster diving, stalking, trespassing, etc

*If you’re going to plagiarize, plagiarize something in a foreign language. Use a translator and spend a few minutes touching up the results.

*If they have free refills, save your cup. Next time you eat there, your drink is free.

*A plastic coffee stir stick can fool any push in coin acceptor that loads the coins on edge. Just insert stir stick, push the mechanism forward until you feel the stick hit a bump, push the bump down with the stick and push the mech all the way in

*If you look like you know what you’re doing, no one will bother you.

*When lying, always include something slightly embarrassing, or something that makes you look bad, as part of your story. It’s not only going to disarm their skepticism (admitting to something embarrassing gives an impression of humility), but even if they remain skeptical, they’ll be left wondering why you would make something up that you’d rather keep secret if it were true

*Using Clorox or any bleach will turn the red/pink liquid detection dot on electronic devices back to white so they replace them under warranty

* “A drug dealer in DC taught me to pick my nose if the police are staring at me. No one picks their nose if they think someone is watching them, so it’s the ultimate way of being nonchalant.”

* "I learned that you can get into almost any special event by wearing a chef coat. Even just carrying one and walking like you know where you’re going will work every time. Most people don’t want to look stupid by asking you who you are.“ 

* "My go to missing work call was never "I’m sick”, it was “Family problems”. They never questioned it, it’s vague enough and embarrassing enough that nobody ever asks.“ 

*As part of the employee training at Target, they teach you that if a customer argues over a price, and the full price is under $20, to just give it to them for whatever price they claim. It’s cheaper for the company to move on to the next customer than to call in a price check.

*Put a rolled up sock in the change slot on a vending machine, come back back 4 days later….and pull sock….you will be 6-ish dollars richer.

*If it’s a small lie, like who farted or who put the empty milk carton in the fridge, I’ll tell a terrible lie. I’ll not be able to hold a straight face, contradict myself, basically suck at lying.Now everyone I know thinks I can’t tell a lie to save my life. So when I really need a big lie, I nail it every time. No one ever suspects me when I lie straight faced.

*Bring crutches to an airport. Bypass every line (including boarding) and you are chauffeured to your gate the second you pass through security.

*Make up a secret to share with someone- they may open up and share far more valuable real secrets.

*Here’s a classic. Drive over to your 7/11 of choice. Fill up a Slurpee and drop some candy bars in that bitch. Make sure the candy bars aren’t showing. Cover the Slurpee and pay for it. Free Snickers bitch.

*I tell everyone i’ve never done any drugs. Suddenly everyone offers me cocaine, ecstasy, pot, lsd. I think i’ve had $200 worth of drugs each weekend for free.Same with liquor. "Im not drinking tonight” BOOM! Everyone gives me booze. Its like everyone wants to break your integrity as soon as you tell them you are not doing whatever they are doing.

*If you need to cash from an ATM and its not a large amount, buy a 5 cent piece of gum from a gas station that has the cash back option. Its cheaper than a $3 charge

*Act less intelligent than you really are. Acting stupid can get you out of some tricky situations. Feigning ignorance is way better than admitting you knew better but did it anyway. My old man used to say ‘It is easier to beg forgiveness than ask for permission’…sometimes it’s true.

*Every time I fly, when I land I’ll pen a little complaint to the airline that flew me. You know, I’ll come up with something like “oh, they denied me a drink! Oh, the food wasn’t vegetarian!” Whatever miscellaneous hogwash potpourri comes to my crazy brain. And like clockwork, within a business day, they’re reimbursing me with a $50 voucher, a $100 voucher, I can sell that on the secondary market.

*I’ve always had a lot of success in shutting nosy people up by blaming any personal issue on allergies. Crying from a panic attack? Allergies giving me puffy eyes. What’s that mysterious pill I’m taking? Allergy meds. Why am I acting spaced out/hungover/tired? Allergies meds making me drowsy.

*If you really wanna get away with some shit, buy a reflective vest, a white hard hat, and a clipboard. You can go ANYWHERE.

Can Tumblr Just Stop

Listen up y’all! Because when it comes to this topic:

Originally posted by blackbeak

I have had it with people saying you can’t enjoy something that doesn’t ‘belong’ to your culture. Apparently you’re racist if you’re a white girl dressing up as Tiana for comic con. Or if you’re wanting to adapt a story from China into a blockbuster movie. Or if you’re trying to cook an ethnic meal even if you have no experience. Because according to Tumblr (and alarmingly a lot of colleges) it’s ‘culture appropriation’ to even be curious about another country. Seriously. I had to write a paper to explain that you can still enjoy Mexican food even if you’re not from Mexico. And people argued with me. My professor argued with me! They all claimed that if you enjoy food from other cultures that you were stealing from that culture! Really?

I see this kind of attitude all the time about media too. Like, people flip out when they see a black girl playing Eponine from Les Miserables. Or when a predominately white school is performing The Wiz. People just jump into blind hate and claim that these performers are racists… but most of the time these performers are doing a role or a show because they love it. Because they connect with it in some way. 

Here’s a quote we all need to read:

“You don’t need to be the same ethnicity as the story you’re watching in order to identify with it. If the story is told well. It [a good story] is about relating to people that you may not necessarily think you’re going to relate to in the beginning, but by the end you’re going ‘That’s me.’ ”

You know who said that?

Lin-Manuel Miranda

AKA:

The guy who wrote In The Heights and Hamilton, which did WONDERS in including people of all different ethnicities in mainstream musicals. AND in the interview he said that he was inspired from when he saw Fiddler on the Roof when he was six years old. Even though he was Puerto Rican and the show was about Jews and Russia- he related to the story about the sacrifices you make for your family. Because that’s something that everyone can relate to.

In other words, a good story can speak to anyone regardless of culture and that’s okay!

It’s okay for a Japanese cast to perform In The Heights. It’s okay for an African American to play Éponine in Les Miserables. It’s okay for people to adapt a J-Pop song into English. And it’s okay for a predominately white school to perform Hamilton or The Wiz.

If people are doing something because they genuinely love it, then there is nothing wrong with that. And this applies to everything!!!

If you’re a white girl wanting to wear dreads in your hair because you think it looks cool- GO FOR IT! If you’re a Korean man who loves listening to Latin music- GREAT! If you’re an Irish kid obsessed with learning Japanese- AWESOME! If you’re British and want to try out for Hamilton- NICE! If you’re an African American who jams out to K-Dramas- SWEET! If you’re an American who has moved to South Africa because you want to learn more about local tribes- THAT’S SO COOL!

Look:

People shouldn’t be guilt tripped into staying in their own cultural norms. I hate it when people say “you can’t enjoy this thing because it belongs to another culture.”

Doesn’t that sound a bit racist? Scratch that. IT SOUNDS A LOT RACIST!

Yo, I can kinda see where the anger comes from. I know there are people who claim to know a lot about a different culture… when they obviously don’t by their actions or mistreatment to those who actually belong to that culture. But there is a HUGE difference between those who are being “entitled” and those who just haven’t learned enough yet. Learning about a different culture takes time! Man, it takes several years just to learn a different language. Much more to learn about social norms and values. 

And if they get a few things wrong… for crying out loud, show some mercy! No one is perfect. Stop with the “all or nothing” mentality. Show some compassion for those who genuinely want to know more about your amazing heritage/culture. 

Because most of the time these people are trying their best to learn! In fact, 99% of the time, they’re self conscious because they know they are an outsider to your thing. But you can teach them. Share your culture. Let it thrive! Give people a chance! If you treat outsiders harshly for learning and enjoying your culture, then you’re harming your own representation. 

THIS KID IS OUT!

Deconstructed sushi bowls for lunch today 😍  Short grain brown rice, a bed of mesclun salad, cucumber, crispy seaweed, lime, broccoli, crispy tofu marinated in tahini, soy sauce and lemon juice and sautéed mushrooms, garnished with pickled ginger, spring onion, baked sesame seeds and avocado swirls because is it even possible for me to serve a savoury dish without avocado?😂😂 ✨ The right avocado kind of looks like a heart hehe 💚  Really enjoying playing with my food on uni break, as much as I love the food they give me at my college let’s just say not the most aesthetically pleasing 😂 sending lots of love as always, always keen to answer any questions you have my inbox is pretty empty right now :) -Zoe xx

✨instagram✨: @veganzoejessica

thexenobiologist  asked:

Your recent post about touch tanks reminded me of something I've always wondered: why do the sharks and rays in them actively seek out contact? They don't just seem to coincidentally bump into hands or only go after food, so what makes them want to get touched?

For years, I’ve thought, if I had a research grant, this would be what I would study. The behavior of sharks and rays in touchpools. 

Where I was proctoring them, we were taught we could never say that the sharks and rays ‘liked’ the interaction. All the species in the tank were eusocial species by nature - cownose rays live in large schools, and the smaller reef sharks are often found in fairly high concentrations in the wild and go as far as to sleep in piles in the mangrove roots. So, the messaging we were taught was that the rays and sharks didn’t find soft contact with human hands inherently negative because they were used to casual social contact from conspecifics (in contrast to like, solitary pelagic sharks who only get touched by food, mates, or things trying to eat them). As far as messaging went, I liked that way of doing it, because it wasn’t anthropomorphic and it allowed us to do some education about the natural behaviors of our animals while we explained. 

Except for that part where, as a behaviorist who ended up spending a lot of time at that touch tank (it was the only one I could work for a period of time when I had an injury I couldn’t get wet) that really obviously wasn’t the whole story. I started noticing the same animals coming to the front repeatedly, and slowing down and rising up under certain hands (generally still, flat, calm, mid-way down the water) while they’d dive deeper under others (generally children’s hands, ones moving a lot, or those that were hovering just out of the water). I watched rays rostrum-bump hands that they’d slowed down under but that hadn’t reached down to pet them, and I watched other rays specifically circle back to a couple of hands multiple times - sometimes to the point of circling back as soon as they were out of reach. There was obviously something going on in terms of preferences and decision making with the fish and the hands they chose to interact with, but no amount of casual observation and anecdotes does a scientifically valid hypothesis make. 

Point is, I don’t think we know. I personally believe that in really well designed tanks like the one I worked, where they had a huge amount of non-touch area and depth and current and natural habitat to spend time in, that there was definitely some preference for interaction with hands that behaved a certain type of way. I can’t tell you why and I’ll probably never have the money/time to take over an entire touch tank and quantify that hypothesis, though. 

Humans are weird- aesthetics.

I’m not just talking clothes, what about plate design?

“Human Steve, why are you arranging that Basil leaf at a precise 90 degree angle? Does it affect the taste of the dish?” He was already aware the sense of taste was very important to humans.

“Nah, just looks nicer. I’ve been watching too much food network.”


What about flowers? Some people hate the look of some plants. What about when they go to a new planet, they see these flowers that look a lot like roses, and start fawning over them. The aliens already know that humans use flowers as symbols of good will, so maybe one of them gives them some flowers, but no. Because those are weeds, or just flowers that look really horrible together. And aliens never knew how opinionated humans are.

Or tastes just not going together well, you like white wine, and you like steak right? But god forbid you pair them together, especially in front of rich people. Aliens would be so confused.

Earth may be space Australia, but humans are those pre-madonna celebrities that have to have exactly 15 RED M&MS NEXT TO A SPRING WATER BOTTLE COOLED TO PRECISELY 5 DEGREES CELSIUS.

Tagging anyone I think would be interested. @space-australia-stories @what-are-even-humans @humans-are-space-orcs @human-aliens-collection @earthisspaceaustralia

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Flower Power

Request:

A Reggie x Reader where the reader starts giving Reggie a flower each day and he’ll wear it in his hair and lots of fluff please?

 

A/N: This one was so cute to write, so I hope you guys enjoy. Also sorry for being a bit slow on uploading requests my cat likes to bother me while I write. Tomorrow I’m going to be busy, so don’t expect much tomorrow sorry. Also the reader will be a Lodge in this imagine and is moving in to Riverdale with her family after what her dad did.

Words: 1207

Summary: Reader is new to Riverdale and she hears all these rumors about Reggie Mantle from her sisters (Veronica) friend Betty, but she believes in goodness in everyone even Reggie.

Spoilers: N/A

Warnings: Reggie and Reader cuteness overload.

Moving was hard, moving away from all your friends and everything you’ve even known and starting from scratch was harder. Your mother Hermione always talked fondly about her time at Riverdale. She and your father grew up there and since your mother had some property there, you were now moving from the radiant awake city that was New York.

What made it easier was your sister Veronica, she was the more stylish one, and you were only a few months apart. She was your partner in crime, you don’t think you could survive without her.

You moved into Riverdale in the middle of the downpour. The chaos of a murderer on the loose and the beloved quarterback Jason Blossom life came to sad end.

Veronica made friends with a sweet girl named Betty in the summer and Betty introduced you to her friends. Kevin had no filter which you loved, Archie was complicated (but he was good at music and hoped to join the football team when school started a bit of a cliché). Jughead Jones the Third he claimed, was a bit of a mystery, but a great writer.

One day you were all hanging out in the park, when you saw him alone with his dog.

“Who’s that?” you interrupted the conversation and pointed at the tall figure with luscious black hair.

“That’s Reggie Mantle” Kevin answered.

“Reggie” you cheered and Veronica gave you a smirk.

“He’s kind of a player (Y/N)” Betty chimed in.

“So is Veronica, that doesn’t mean I can hate and judge my sister” you chuckled as she gave you a nudge in the shoulder as the group laughed.

“He’s also a bully” Jughead spoke while typing away on his laptop.

“Sorry that he bullies you, but bullies do have a reason for bullying even if it’s not the best argument, they have a reason” you reasoned.

“Why’d you think he bullies me?” Jughead retorted as he lifted his eyebrow.

“Oh, just a hunch” you replied with a smile on your face “I’ll be back” you shared with them as you stood up from the bench and walked towards Reggie, not wanting to be empty handed you picked up a daisy from the grass.

“Cute dog, does it have a name?” you gestured at Reggie.

“Vader” he answered as you reached your hand out to give him the daisy as he gave you a puzzled look.

“I come in peace” you reassured as you placed the small flower on his right ear.

“My name is (Y/N)” you pointed out as Vader was running after his tail.

“Reggie, you new around here?” he questioned as he fixed the daisy in his ear.

“That obvious, or is it the fact that in small towns everybody knows everybody” you chuckled.

“Well that, and you’re talking to me” he implied with a small smile.

“Well, I don’t know you and if I listened to what everyone had to say I could miss out on some great things” you claimed with a smile on your face and he chuckled.

You and Reggie actually became great friends. He confided in you on things he’d never say to anyone, you would even go jogging together every morning and you made sure to always have a flower for him, and he always sweetly placed it in his ear. He also promised to leave Jughead alone.

Tomorrow was going to be your first day at Riverdale High. Your mother, Veronica and you occupied the dinner table as Smithers brought you your food.

“So mija” your mother spoke “I heard you have been hanging out with Reggie Mantle a lot” your mother directed at you.

“Yeah, I have, he’s a really great guy” you claimed.

“Rumor has it-” your mother was cut off by you.

“Rumor has it what?! Mom, I cannot stand it when people label people before getting to know them. We are who are, not what people say we are. I am not a corrupt money taker like people claim because of my father’s mistake. Reggie is who he is, he shows a different side to the world and it is a privilege to know the real Reggie. Besides he just lost a friend to a murderer on the loose in your beloved Riverdale mom. I don’t want to hear any more of this.” You ranted and dropped your fork, now at a loss in your appetite because of your mother.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I- I was out of line, and you are so correct” your mother concluded and Ronnie took your hand in hers.

The school day was about to start and Betty was assigned to show you and Veronica around. Betty pointed you to your first class as you scanned the hallways for Reggie to give him his flower of the day.

“Do you really think he’ll take your flower in front of the whole school and his neanderthals?” Ronnie questioned you as Betty gave you a small smile.

“If he doesn’t, then you were all right. I wasted my time getting to know a great guy who was too scared to show his true self to the world, and I’ll never speak to him again.” You proclaimed.

You left Betty and Veronica and made your way to Reggie who was at his locker with his posse.

“Hey Reg” you spoke up a bit nervous because you were really hoping he wouldn’t turn you down because you enjoyed hanging out with him.

“Hey (Y/N)” Reggie turned away from his posse.

“Hmm, you’re wearing a cap” you gave him a sad smile.

“That’s okay” he answered with a chuckle as he placed the flower on the hole of his snapback.

You couldn’t help but place a huge smile on your face as he showed of his flower of the day for all the school to see.

Later you were home alone your mom was working at Pops and Veronica was trying out for the River Vixens with Betty, since Smithers had just stepped and you jumped when you heard the doorbell ring.

A bit scared since you were binge watching Criminal Minds and there was a murderer on the lose you grabbed a bat and opened the door.

“Whoa! (Y/N) you can but the bat down it’s just me” Reggie removed the bat from your hands and dropped it as you let him in.

“What you got there?” you cheered at the bouquet of flowers Reggie had in his hands.

“Um” Reggie scratched his head as he still had his flower of the day on his forehead clinging from the snapback “I- I was hoping you would accompany me to the homecoming dance this Friday” he confessed as you took the bouquet.

“Oh my god” you gasped at the bouquet.

“Yeah um it has every single flower you have given me” he concluded as you pulled him into a hug.

As soon as he let go you planted a kiss on his soft lips and mentally thanked the universe for letting him into your life no matter what anyone said.

“So that’s a yes” Reggie cheered as you both let go.

“For you, a thousand times over (This is a quote from The Kite Runner)” you smiled.


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anonymous asked:

buck if the avengers were animals what animals would they be???? thank you

i assume you mean based on personality, and not which avengers have been turned into which animals lately.
what has happened to my life that that is even a question i have to ask??

anyway, steve would be a dog. everyone is right on the money on that one; hed be big, fluffy, loyal as hell, appetite the size of rhode island and love to play fetch. and also have the bite power to sever a mans hand if he was so inclined. you would trust him with a baby but also to eat the face off anyone who threatened that baby. well. maybe not EAT. he does have SOME standards. theoretically.

tony would be a raven. reputation associated with death, but personality of a class clown–likes pranks, messing with people, and trying new stuff. dedicated to family and intelligent as hell. chatty. tool user. did you know ravens can people-talk? if they couldnt, im sure tony would figure out how anyways.

nat would be a swan. beautiful, graceful, but at the top of the do-not-fuck-with list in most animals books. mates for life and more loyal than you would think, with a take no shit and no prisoners attitude. i have a healthy terror of swans, as does any sane human being.

clint would also be a dog, but not like steve. hed be one of those scrappy little terrier mutts that descend from a working breed that are supposed to do things like kill rats. just as loyal and smart and fun-loving as the big guys, but makes up for lack of size with pure tenacity. and so scruffy its cute.

bruce would be an elephant. smart and social, with strong emotional bonds, generally calm and compassionate, but never something you want to be standing in front of when it gets pissed. also really enjoys peanuts?

thor would be a lion. content to chill out most of the time, and more social than most cats, but also totally down to throw down on a moment’s notice. pretty smart but not somebody you ever wanna cross. majestic as anything. 

i would be a bear. likes a lot of food in large quantities, and i would love to sit in a river and let dinner fling itself into my mouth. asleep like half of the time. big and badass but generally pretty chill, and smarter than you might think. also a faster runner than you might expect (that’s not really about me, bears can just run at like 35 mph which is a thought to keep you up at night.) and if theres one thing everyone knows about bears, it is that you do not mess with what they are protecting.
also they are opposed to forest fires?? not sure what that has to do with anything, but i guess i can get behind it

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.

17408 Fansign:

- Mark said he had the ahgabong constantly on for 2-3 days
MK: it was on constantly I changed the battery before i went but its gone now

-  Jinyoung said because he didn’t play the games well yesterday, Youngjae made fun of him

-  Yugyeom said he wasn’t able to go to the Arbor Day event cuz he was sick F: dont be sick i was worried 

-  Youngjae said that he thinks that he will go back to black hair soon

-  Jinyoung said there isnt any perfume he is using lately

-  F: Why did u wear sth inside ur shirt for Paradise on GOT the stage JY: cuz the studio was cold & I didnt want to satisfy u guys’ desire

-  F: what r u doing for ur solo vapp? I heard the concept is sth ur not good at YJ: yup I didn’t decide yet what should i do?  F: (as a joke) driving? YJ: oh (to the staff) can I get my driving license for my vapp?

-  JB said his fav song in this album is Paradise

-  Mark said he didn’t eat things like bugs but he ate sth like a chicken and it was tasty that he ate in the jungle was delicious

-  They said they filmed Real GOT7 today before they came to the fansign

-  Yugyeom said on the days he plays bowling well he scores around 100 and usually around 70s

-  Fan asked if the cats get along well JB: they get along well they don’t fight for ranking Nora is top and Kunta and Odd is around the same

-  Jinyoung said for Zepp there isn’t a solo stage and it’s undecided for Yoyogi and Korean concert is also undecided

-  Fan asked Mark what he ate at the jungle Mark said he didn’t eat and that he was bitten by a bug so he had a bump on his face

-  WOLO will be release in a different album not on a concert album but the time is undecided yet

-  Bambam said his cafe in Thailand will open this month

-  Fan told Jackson that lot of fans were surprised from the photo Mama Wang uploaded cuz Jackson looked like his brother but he said he doesnt

-  Mark said it was hard sleeping that he really slept outdoors F: what about food did u really eat insects? MK: i didn’t eat it but it was fun

-  F: if you get a chance do you have thoughts on doing a musical? YJ: i want to do it

translation

Honestly it’s totally ignorant to ignore the abusiveness that is embedded into the American school system. 

Punishments in schools often include public humiliation, isolation, withholding food, and physical punishment. For example, when I was in elementary school I often got detention when my parent’s had to sign something. My parents worked odd hours and I couldn’t always get my stuff signed before the next school, and that meant detention. Detention meant you don’t get to eat lunch, withholding food is a common abuse tactic and this is being used at schools across the country. 

Then there’s the very real threats of violence with schools that have cops on the grounds. I don’t think I really need to show how that’s gone over especially against Black and brown children/teenagers. Not to mention the ways that the public school system absolutely fails and abuses children with disabilities. Violence, discrimination, and exclusion and we hear about this OFTEN, like there’s no way you can be ignorant about this.  

Now here’s the thing, I personally think there are a lot of great teachers, and as someone who was abused at home, a lot of teachers helped me growing up. However, the American school system is specifically designed to punish students in this way. There’s a reason that so many abuse survivors see these parallels because the school system often employs the same methods seen at home. I don’t think this trivializes abuse, I think it highlights how normalized this behavior is and we’re never going to address these problems if we refuse to acknowledge it. 

anonymous asked:

Follow up question- what would you suggest that cabin counselors for 3-day science education camps do to make the girls feel more comfortable?

Honestly? Probably just be good role models. Care about the kids, be encouraging, be fair, and don’t complain in front of the kids. Most of our cabin counselors for our school programming are parent chaperones, so that’s not as applicable. Some weeks, the schools being high schoolers to look after the kids, which is a lot more like traditional summer camp.

Young girls generally respond really well to cool older big sister types, so if their cabin counselor is chill and involved and a little bit outdoorsy, it does wonders to raise the morale of my female students. I’ve had a couple of high school chaperones (as well as parents) whine loudly about frizzy hair, dirty feet, unglamorous clothing, walking, the woods, the food, etc… I sympathize, but that’s. Not helping. The girls hear it and jump onboard the complain train, even if they seemed to be having oblivious fun moments before. I think it’s important to pretend to not mind being a little grungy and show your campers that you can still be a happy, proud, valued, and *cool* woman while sweaty, ungroomed, and dressed for practicality.

Boys get to embrace grossness all the time. Too much so. TOO MUCH SO. Bedhead and grass stains should not be able to ruin a girl’s otherwise rare and amazing experience.

hamilton + marriage proposal headcanons

masterlist

you had to know this one was coming next.

alexander

  • he does it in a public place of course
  • literally in the middle of the food court
  • it really wasnt safe to carry it in his pocket in the mall but. he did it anyway
  • he gets down on one knee
  • in the f o od court
  • and because of that you genuinely think hes just tying his shoe
  • who the fuck proposes in a food court surrounded by teenagers who might get wrong ideas and french fries
  • apparently alexander hamilton
  • so you’re looking around and waiting for him to finish 
  • and when you look back theres a box in his hand
  • and he… takes out a… folded up piece of paper…
  • ITS A POEM…….
  • and he READS IT OUT LOUD and its so CUTE but youre also SO EMBARRASSED because theres a part about how much he LOVES YOU IN BED
  • and after what felt like six hours he finally just says… “will you marry me?”
  • you hug him and pull him very close
  • (you mainly want him to shut up and for him to not talk about you in the nude in public anymore)
  • (he will ask you if it took too long. say yes. it was. he will then say “you know what else is long”)

john

  • this boy…
  • is so romantic…
  • he puts his heart into everything he does!!!
  • so he takes you to a little hillside in a park or in the countryside
  • and takes you for a picnic and everything is really nice
  • he packed all of your favourite foods and drinks and desserts and hes wearing a really nice white dress shirt and black pants
  • theres a little letter at the bottom of the basket he wants you to read
  • the dedication is really cute (”to the love of my life”)
  • but when you finish reading the letter… he is gone?
  • you are clearly very worried and you stand up and start looking around frantically 
  • and he is behind you and behind him is laf, alex, and herc
  • they’re all wearing…. matching outfits….
  • he starts s i n g ing and da nc ing
  • and when the song is finished he rushes over to you and gives you a big hug
  • and he keeps going
  • he gets down on one knee and has the BIGGEST, HAPPIEST GRIN ON HIS FRECKLED FACE 
  • and when he asks you to marry him
  • you’re probably blubbering and maybe crying because its so goddamn cute and hes so goddamn cute and hes like ”oh god did i do something wrong”
  • and you just shake your head and say yes, you do want to marry him
  • and the boys are in the background smiling, and sweating after all of the choreo they did
  • seriously. they’d been practicing for weeks.
  • (they said john even yelled at them once because he wanted it to be perfect)

lafayette

  • if there’s. ANYONE who is going to ask you to marry him in a restaurant
  • it’s lafayette.
  • he takes you out to a really fancy dinner
  • and you both dress up really nice
  • and you get what you swear to god is the nicest food you’ve ever eaten
  • and you laugh and smile and talk throughout dinner
  • but he seems… somewhat…. nervous and awkward
  • and he’s normally this smooth talking guy
  • and its… very suspicious
  • and its even MORE suspicious when he says he forgot his wallet and that you have to pay
  • and you’re like “…. alright???? …. i geuss?????”
  • he apologizes a lot, more than he ever has before
  • and when the bill comes in the lil wallet holder folder thing made of leather
  • and you start rummaging through your wallet for the money
  • he looks very panicked that you actually are going to pay
  • and he’s like “no no y/n please look in the folder thing please”
  • and you open it and tHERES A RING SITTING THERE ON TOP OF THE BILL
  • and he snatches it before you can do anything and proposes in front of everyone!!!
  • (you see a few waitresses cry)
  • (he repeats over and over that he doesn’t actually want you to pay)
  • (kiss him. he deserves it. he was so scared.)

hercules

  • you are completely alone when he proposes.
  • he just… does it in your living room?
  • he steps out of the bedroom and he has a shirt in his hands
  • and he’s quietly like “y/n i made this for you can you try it on?”
  • and you take it and somehow wrestle it onto your body
  • you don’t even know whats on it. you just look at him and tell him it fits
  • and he’s like “go look in the mirror and tell me if you like it”
  • and when you go to the bathroom and look in the mirror it says “will you marry me?” in big sparkly pink font
  • when you go back out hes wearing… a MATCHING SHIRT…
  • and he’s already down on one knee and you approach him
  • and he hits you with the pick up line he said when you first met
  • and you BURST into laughter
  • once you’ve calmed down he’s like “in all seriousness y/n… will you marry me?”
  • and when you say yes, he j u mp s up and tackles you onto the couch
  • (like it actually slightly hurt a little bit) 
  • and he’s very apologetic
  • and to make it up to you he starts kissing you everywhere he can reach
  • (he made the shirt very revealing… for a reason)

angelica

  • its going to be big.
  • its going to be very big because she has to live up to her own high standards that she and everyone else has set for herself
  • so she takes you to a really busy tourist destination
  • that you’ve probably been to a million times
  • and you’re like “ok nice can we go now angelica”
  • and she’s like hang on… i’m waiting for something
  • and when you’re probably starting to get really annoyed because you’ve been there for the longest time
  • music starts playing that wasn’t playing before
  • and its your favourite love song
  • (whatever genre, whatever artist, your favourite song is playing)
  • and you’re like wow angelica this is really funny huh? its my favourite song
  • and she gulps, really loudly, and takes you by the hands
  • and sits you down in a chair in the MIDDLE OF THE BUSY PART OF THE TOURIST DESTINATION THAT WASN’T THERE BEFORE
  • and peggy and eliza emerge from the crowd
  • and, for you, they sing the rest of your favourite love song with beautiful harmony and really cute and simple dance moves
  • and by the end everyone around you is clapping and you’re clapping but still you’re…. probably confused because… why did she serenade you in public
  • and angelica gets down on one knee
  • and she asks you to marry her in the most simple phrase
  • just straight up. “Will you marry me”
  • you stand up and nod
  • and when you say yes everyone EXPLODES
  • and everyone is cheering and clapping and she kisses you and you’re both laughing
  • (”was it good y/n” “yes angelica” “are you sure cuz if it wasn’t good then i can redo it” “angelica it was great” “are you satisfied” “ye s”)

eliza

  • the two of you are out for coffee and you both are having a good time
  • laughing and typing away at your laptops or doing work
  • and eliza excuses herself to go to the bathroom
  • and so you’re texting on your phone waiting for her to come back
  • when one of the baristas calls your name even though you didnt order another drink
  • but you go over and retrieve the cup that is apparently yours
  • and try to take a sip from it because like… free drink hell yeah
  • but theres…. nothing inside but this little hollow noise???
  • so with an eyebrow raised, you take off the lid, and there’s this… beautiful ring at the very bottom.
  • like, it probably shouldn’t be there because if someone got the wrong cup, they would not return it
  • you know the ring is for you and that it’s from eliza but you… can’t see her? 
  • even the barista seems confused?
  • and then she shyly emerges from the bathroom and is like “DO YOU LIKE IT Y/N” across the entire cafe
  • and you’re like… “yes eliza i love it”
  • and so she runs on over and takes the cup from your hands and pulls the ring out
  • and she doesnt get down on one knee but she does help you sit up on the counter top
  • and she’s like “you know what i love? you”
  • and then she proposes. and she’s blushy and really flushed and has the goofiest, sweetest smile suspended on her face and she talks about how helpless you make her feel 
  • and when you say yes, she does this lil dance and picks you up by the waist and spins you around
  • and then she realizes she can’t carry you because she is smol!!! so you climb down
  • and she slips the ring onto your finger and kisses you and she tastes like hot chocolate
  • and its… amazing

thomas

  • he just got back from a really long business trip
  • and hes been away for weeks
  • and when you go to pick him up at the airport
  • hes sweaty, and his hair is kind of flat, and he looks more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him
  • but he still looks so happy to see you
  • and when you guys are hugging, he whispers “what’d i miss” into your ear
  • (which is an ongoing joke between the two of you)
  • and you whisper “you missed me” in return
  • and you feel his smirk grow against your cheek
  • but when you finally pull away after about ten years of hugging
  • hes not smiling and he says, very seriously, “i never want to have to miss you that much ever again”
  • and he gets down on one knee and opens a small pocket of his suitcase
  • and pulls out a ring.
  • and he says this big long speech about how much he loves you
  • and how much he missed you
  • and every little thing about you he loves
  • (and backs it up with evidence)
  • eventually, he’s almost fallen asleep when he says, “will you marry me?”
  • and you get down so you’re level with him and you say “yes, thomas, i’ll marry you. now let’s go home”
  • (when he wakes up the next morning he double-checks to make sure you said yes)
  • (you say yes, you did say yes. “did you miss that thomas?”)

madison

  • lets face it.
  • this man probably wouldn’t go out of his way to propose
  • he loves you, of course, but you know that
  • and he knows that very much
  • and he doesnt feel the need to prove it to you with some big declaration?
  • (”i bet hamilton would do something lame like serenade you or read a poem, pssh”)
  • so you’re most likely in your bed just cuddling
  • and when you begin to pull away to get water or get changed, he looks over and just goes
  • “marry me?”
  • and you fall back into bed and tell him that you’d love to.
  • (he doesnt have the ring yet)
  • (he promises he will take you shopping when he’s not working)
  • (he works a lot)
  • (it will take a very long time to get your ring)
  • (he also doesnt want to go out when hes sick cuz he doesnt wanna cough all over really expensive rings)
  • (he apologizes profusely)
  • (tell him you love him anyway)
  • (and kiss him)

aaron

  • he is very shy
  • and has been carrying around the ring for months.
  • literally. months.
  • (he’s afraid you’re going to say no)
  • (like, very afraid you’re going to say no)
  • (he doesn’t put himself out like this a lot)
  • and hes also been waiting for the perfect moment!!
  • so one day you’re in a bookstore you both like
  • and amidst the stacks of books and paper
  • he gets down one on knee and is biting his lip because hes so nervous…
  • but he does it anyway!!! because he loves you!!! and really wants to marry you!!!
  • he wants it more than anything in his life!!!
  • he has a really!!! really cute and cliche speech about how much he loves you
  • talks about how beautiful you are every ten words
  • explains to you that you are the best thing in his life and never wants to lose you!!! but stutters his way through it
  • wants to put the ring on your finger while hes kneeling and… kisses your ring finger oh gosh…
  • he may… stay on the ground……. ???
  • (he wants you to either meet him on the ground or pull him up)
  • (pull him up by the collar and kiss him. he will smile so wide after)
  • (he might ask you later if it was romantic enough. tell him yes.)

So let me see if I got this straight.

The tickets to this fake festival cost $12,000 and I’m supposed to feel bad for the people who paid for their ticket?

Yeah…no.

With $12,000 I could have paid my rent for 4 years straight with no problem. Do you have any idea how much food you could buy with that? And that much money would make buying medication a whole less stressful for a lot of people.

But no, poor Stacey didn’t get to go some special festival.

Like…I try not to judge rich people for the most part but I can’t really muster up any sympathy for people who wanted $12,000 on a festival! Hell, the most expensive ticket price is $899. That’s a VIP pass. I just find it utterly amazing how people looked at the cost of a ticket and pissed away a small fortune.