i really love french fries though

ALEKSANDER (ALEC) | 6′3′ | 26 (792) | LXXIII

It’s easier to list the kinds of things he dislikes, but he’s got an aversion to emotionally driven people, and doesn’t like those who are nice with ulterior motives or for selfish reasons. He’s very distrusting of people who are kind and expect something in return for it, or whose charitable nature only extends so far. Although withdrawn he’s relatively easygoing, and enjoys being around others, especially when he can just casually observe what’s going on around him. 

That’s his natural hair color and he would really prefer if people didn’t mess with it, he’ll let you if you’re close to him though. When he does eat (human food) he prefers things that are really salty (he really likes french fries).

He loves praise or compliments, but hates being called “cute”.

hmm, that’s a bit of what i can think of for now!! but, the more i draw the more i’ll know, i’ll probs get into his relationship with darien at some point toooo

That’s perfect, my darling anon! Such an interesting ask! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons!

Tsuna McDonald’s Headcanons

  • Tsuna actually really likes McDonalds. It’s cheap and quick and he’s always had a weakness for junk food. He’ll eat there pretty often, when he’s not eating at home or at Yamamoto’s family’s restaurant. 
  • Tsuna is definitely very basic in his McDonald’s order - a quarter pounder meal with Coke to drink. He stocks up on all kinds of ketchup for his french fries though since he dislikes how salty they taste.
  • He always eats at the restaurant instead of taking it to go.

Yamamoto McDonald’s Headcanons

  • Yamamoto loves going to McDonalds with other people. If the people he’s with wants to go, he’ll be thrilled to go. Otherwise, it’s not somewhere he’d choose to eat by himself. He especially liked going to the ones with playcenters and playing when he was younger and he still likes to see if he can sneak in to play on them now that he’s older.
  • Yamamoto definitely has a small collection of Happy Meal toys that he’ll add to throughout his life.
  • He always orders a chicken nugget Happy Meal with milk to drink and apple slices. It used to be just a regular chicken nugget Happy Meal but he really loves the more healthy directions they’ve taken with their meals.

Gokudera McDonald’s Headcanons

  • Gokudera, in direct contrast to Tsuna, always orders his food to go. He’d rather take the bag and find a quiet spot somewhere outside to eat his junk than have to deal with an often crowded and noisy restaurant.
  • Gokudera definitely buys into the rumours that McDonald’s uses meat that isn’t actually meat and that their McFlurries have chicken feathers blended into them so he avoids both of those. He’s actually complete trash for their breakfast items though and their coffee and he’ll usually only eat there in the mornings and even that is very rare.
  • His father hated McDonald’s and he was never allowed food from there as a child.

crazy person speculates wildly on awkward relationship between people she doesn’t know

Part One: I can’t believe I actually made these gifs.

I’ve seen several posts around asking what’s the deal with Sakumoto? Why are they so awkward?

Awkward what? Awkward who?

So. Here’s an actual fucking essay on my sad creepy fan theories (including a sad gifset because what is actually wrong with me send help) about ~The Great Sakumoto Ice Age~ of 2002 to …2009ish? Kinda? I mean if I had to name this year for Sakumoto I’d call it “2015: Still Gettin’ Warmer.”

I’ve gotta start with this though: THESE ARE THEORIES. THESE ARE NOT FACTS THESE ARE NOT FACTS THESE ARE NOT FACTS. Hell, for all we know, Jun might have held a grudge against Sho for years because Sho ate his french fries when they were clearly labeled “MATSUJUN” - that’s just as likely as anything I’m going to say because I don’t actually know these guys.

I’m really not trying to be a shit-stirrer or bum anyone out, either - I love these two and I’m crazy about the fact that they’ve moved their relationship from “painfully awkward” to “adorably awkward and occasionally very sweet.”

I’m just creepily fascinated with Arashi’s group dynamic (as is most of Japan so hey at least I’m not alone) and man if y’all want to talk about it I want to taaaalk about it~~~ 

(warning - one reason I had to split this into parts is that there are 15 fucking gifs from That One Utaban Interview for you to scroll through.) (I’m sorry) (…or am I?)

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“You’re kinda damn cute when you smile like that.” Dean remarked offhand as he picked at the last few French fries on his plate.
Cas, taken a little off guard by the forward compliment, swallowed down his latest bite of burger before mustering up his curiosity. “Like what?”
Shrugging, Dean met Cas’ eyes with a soft smile of his own. “Like you’re really happy. Not like… well, like when you think you should smile. I really love when you smile and it actually reaches your eyes.”
Something Cas, from spending his life as a celestial being, never thought would happen happened. His heart stuttered. He could feel it as though that stutter shook his entire being, his entire existence. “You gave me that smile, Dean.”
And that’s when Cas was greeted with his own favorite smile. The smile that curled Dean’s lips, dimples his face, wrinkled just the slightest around his eyes. That’s when the fallen angel knew that their love would last, not because of words spoken or kisses exchanged… but because they gave each other smiles that lightened the darkest parts of their souls.

Careful What You Wish For Pt 8 (The End)

Before I finish this little project up, I wanted to explain a little something. This AU was part of a flash fiction challenge I made up for myself. Each part was written, revised, and edited in an hour or less (in case you were wondering why they were short and sloppy). Why did I do this? Because I could. I had fun with it. It was fast, it was hard, and it was a lot of fun to make. Thank you all for reading it and sharing it. I hope you like how I ended my 8 hour story. 

Genesis thought summoning a demon would be the key to gaining the wisdom he needed. Instead, he seems to have summoned a young, hungry, and contrary demon.

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Each zodiac sign described in a simple statement:

Aries: “I love to have fun with you all the time until you make me mad and then I will throw a tantrum.”

Taurus: “If we are in a fight I am always right even if I am very wrong, accept it.”

Gemini: “I just wanna have fun and make everyone pay attention to me.”

Cancer: “I really love everyone but I will cry if you eat my french fries and probably never forget it.”

Leo: “Let’s have a party in my apartment, but don’t touch any of my shit.”

Virgo: “I will criticize you to show that I love you but if you criticize me I will probably either blow up or shut down.”

Libra: “Everything is fine even though the car is on fire, look on the bright side.”

Scorpio: “I will make you love me in a second but I can destroy you just as quickly.”

Sagittarius: “I’m annoying as fuck and if you tell me that, I will be offended but still always want to hang out with you.”

Capricorn: “I’m a heartless, cold human being until you piss me off or make me cry.”

Aquarius: “Instead of just being who I am I try really hard to be who I want others to see me as.”

Pisces: “I’ll tell you how in love with you I am and then disappear for a week because I get bored every five minutes.”

Back To You (Requested)

This is a bit of a long one, guys…

You were sitting alone in your room, as you had been for the last few months. You hadn’t been the same girl since your boyfriend, Isaac, up and left for France and had never returned. You guessed that made him your ex-boyfriend now…

He had watched his ex-girlfriend die right in front of him, and that had left Isaac with even more issues than he’d had before. He and Allison had been apart for almost two months when she was killed, but you still understood why it affected Isaac. She had been his first love, and he had always thought that she was invincible, even more so than Derek or even Scott. Then, that Oni had stabbed her. Everything Isaac thought he knew had been turned on its head in that moment.

You tried to be there for him, but Isaac wouldn’t let you. He kept pushing you away, and you’d tried to just stick it out. You kept telling yourself that all he needed was a little bit of time. He’d come to you when he was ready. Then, you’d learned that he’d left. He had left you without a single word. You didn’t know if he was ever coming back. You didn’t even know if he still wanted to be with you. Before her death, you had never felt inferior to Allison, at least not where Isaac was concerned. You had been so sure that Isaac loved you and only you. Now, you had spent the last eight months wondering you had just been a placeholder or distraction for Isaac. Had he just been waiting for Allison to come back to him?

Your friends, like Stiles, Lydia, and even Kira now, had tried to cheer you up on so many occasions. They always came up with fun things to do or other ways to distract you, but nothing worked. You were still a part of the pack, representing for the humans, but besides pack business and school, you spent the majority of your time alone.

You felt pathetic, and you had tried to move on. For almost five months after Isaac had gone, you had pretended that you were fine. You went shopping with Lydia, and volunteered for stupid dance committees. You had even tried going on a few dates, but when one of those date had kissed you, it had felt like you were cheating on Issac. You hated that feeling, and it only made you angrier at the werewolf for leaving in the first place. He was the one that left, but here you were, feeling guilty for moving on from him.

That was when you stopped pretending to be okay. That was when you had started spending more and more time by yourself, closed away in your room. You loved your friends. The pack was more like family, but you didn’t want your attitude and borderline depression bring them down. You were the one having a hard time living without Isaac, not them. This was your problem to fix, not theirs. 

When you hear a knock on your door, you expect to find Lydia or Kira on the other side. They, along with Stiles, took turns checking up on you each afternoon or night after school. You knew they were worried, and you were grateful that they cared. You just didn’t think there was anything they could do to change how you felt. How did you make someone feel like they were good enough when they really hadn’t been?

When you finally get up and open the door, you are shocked to see Isaac on the other side. Your mouth falls open slightly, and you blink your eyes a few times. You had to be imagining this, but each time you opened your eyes again, Isaac was still there. “What are you doing here?” You finally mutter out, turning your back on Isaac.

“Stiles called me.” He leans against your doorframe.

“Well, Stiles hates you so that must be a lie.” Your turn back towards Isaac, training your cold, hard eyes on him, while crossing your arms over your chest.

Isaac chuckles underneath his breath, and seeing his smile again makes you want to cry. You had missed it so much. “It’s not a lie, Y/N.” He steps forward. “He was worried about you. He said that you haven’t been acting like yourself lately.”

You shrug your shoulders and let your arms fall to your sides. “Why do you even care? You left me!” You bite out at him, willing your tears to stay away and not to let Isaac see just how much he had hurt you.

“I had to leave. Being here… It was killing me.” Isaac’s voice is strained, but you try to ignore the emotion in it. He steps forward and is actually in your room. He moves to stand in front of you, but you throw your arms up to stop him. He was fine where he was.

“Well, I’m alive. You can go back to France now or wherever the hell you’ve been for the last eight months!” You know you’re letting your anger get the best of you, but you can’t help it. You hadn’t seen or heard from Isaac in months. He wouldn’t answer your calls or your emails. You didn’t have his address, but you doubt he would have responded to any letters if you’d written them.

Isaac lets out a sorrowful sigh. “I miss you. I’ve missed you since the second I decided to go to France.” He confesses, running his fingers through his hair.

“That’s funny, Isaac, because I haven’t heard from you, not a single word!” You shout at him. Damn, it felt good to let out all of your anger. “I called you, and I wrote you emails. I texted you. You never responded, not once!”

“I know!” Isaac’s voice suddenly booms. “I didn’t think I was good enough for you.” Isaac steps up right in front of you and makes you look up into his eyes by grabbing your face between his hands.

You shake your head slowly while stepping away from Isaac. You turn around, your back facing Isaac now, while tears start to fall from your eyes. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t do this.” You whisper to yourself.

“Do what?” Isaac’s face scrunches up in confusion.

You turn and look at Isaac. He knew you’d been crying, but this is the first time he actually sees your tears. He lifts his hand to wipe them away, but you shake your head, stopping his hand in midair. You wipe them away yourself. “I don’t want to cry, and I don’t want to make Allison’s death about me.” You hold your hand to your chest, feeling the tight pressure there that you always did when you cried. 

“This isn’t about Allison. I didn’t leave because of her, not really.” Isaac shakes his head.

You interrupt him. “It damn sure feels like it!” You yell at him. “All these months, all I’ve been thinking about is what I did wrong, and why you loved her so much more than you loved me!” Your tears start falling again, at such a pace that if you wiped them away, there’d just be more by the time your hand dropped to your side. “I tried so hard to just give you your space and let you grieve, but at some point I had to start wondering why you took her death so hard, why you couldn’t let me in to help you!” You voice threatens to break as you start feeling that familiar lump in your throat.

Isaac falls back on your bed, his elbows resting on his knees, as he covers his face with his hands. “I never loved Allison more than you.” He says so quietly that you almost miss it.

“Then, why did you leave me, and why didn’t you come back until now?” When Isaac doesn’t respond, you pick up the nearest thing to your hand and throw it. The clock shatters against the wall behind Isaac. He looks up at you now, his eyes wide in shock. “Didn’t you miss me?” Your voice finally breaks as your bottom lip quivers. You fall to your floor in a heap, your hands moving up to try and wipe some of your tears away. They were blurring your vision so much that you couldn’t even see Isaac anymore.

“Oh, Baby!” Isaac whispers out before standing up just to fall in front of you. “Of course I missed you.” Isaac puts his arms around you and holds on tightly, even when you try and push him away. When you finally just let yourself fall into him, Isaac begins speaking again. “I missed the way that you bite your lip when you concentrate. I missed hearing you sing in the car. I know you think you’re good, but Baby, it’s really not very good. It’s the way your face lights up though.” He smiles sadly down at you. “I missed the way that you always steal french fries off my plate. I missed the way that I could never buy you anything too expensive or fragile because you would, without fail, drop and break it within a week.” Isaac takes a deep breath while lifting your head to make you look at him again. I missed everything about you, especially the little things. All of them.” Isaac looks deeply into your eyes. “I love you, and I never stopped. I just… I thought you’d be better off without me.“ 

“I’m not.” You shake your head. At this point, there was no use in hiding anything. You had already cried and broken something. “I’m miserable without you, Isaac.”

“I’m miserable without you.” Isaac leans in and kisses your forehead. “I want to come home, Y/N. I want to be with you again.” He looks back into your eyes. “Can you forgive me?” He asks, and you can tell he’s holding his breath, nervous for your answer.

“Do you promise to never leave again? If you do, you have to take me with you.” You look just as nervous as Isaac.

“I’d promise you anything, especially this: I will never leave you again.” You let a smile leave your lips before crushing your lips to Isaac’s in a tender kiss. When you pull away, you rest your forehead on his, relishing the fact that your love is back in your arms.

It was going to take a lot to trust Isaac again, and things were not just going to go back to the way they were, but you couldn’t live without this boy. The last few months had proven that. Even Stiles could see that, and you knew it had taken a lot for the boy to call Isaac on your behalf. You’d have to thank him for that the next time you saw him. You owed him so much for bringing Isaac back into your life.


Shirokuma adventure 🍵🍶

Yesterday was my first time visiting shirokuma, japanese dessert house in jakarta. I heard many people says this restaurant are made for those people who really loves greentea or matcha. All of the menus are made of matcha. Either it is food, snack or beverages. Well the do have french fries though, and they have a greentea hot dog, too bad i can’t have a taste. But i’ll make sure on my next visit i’ll tried that.

Okay, those are shirokuma specialty.

1. tasting plate
Soft cream, matcha cake and shiratama anko

2. Matcha cake parfait
Soft cream layered with matcha cake, mochi, shiratama balls, chuncky red beans and matcha jelly.

3. Matcha shiratama float
Iced matcha latte topped with soft cream and shiratama balls.

For soft cream they have 3 variant: matcha, twist and something with i can’t remember.

Well, this is absolutely a matcha heaven house. Make sure to pay a visit here.

Located at Pantai Indah Kapuk, near P&B. have a taste, have a break, chillax 😁.



When I was growing up, we ate mashed potatoes with gravy at least once a week. The Sunday dinner of a chuck roast that braised for hours in the oven with onions, parsnips and carrots provided the most amazing gravy on this planet. We had scalloped potatoes every Easter with the traditional ham. Hash browns were infrequent, but potato soup – ah, potato soup – it made an appearance every single Saturday for lunch.

I have always loved potatoes. Our family was active and athletic, but I remember when I was a skinny kid my dad told me that One Day, I might need to watch my potato consumption. Ha! He was right, but if I could, I would make potatoes an entrée any day.

Potatoes have appeared here repeatedly in one shape or form for the past four years. Even though I have brought you some decadent potato recipes, this is a first for French fries. I just can’t seem to justify deep frying potatoes. I rarely do fast food, but if I’m really in the mood for some great French fries, I’ll do the McDonalds drive through twice a year.

Sorry for the long segue. I stumbled across this recipe for oven roasted French fries a few days ago and they looked so good, I decided to give them a try. They were awesome. Not quite like your deep fried fries, but they were gobbled up straight out of the oven. I will make them again.

Oven roasted French fries, a recipe adapted only slightly from Cooking on the weekends. Two potatoes provide 3 servings, which is a totally subjective thing.


  • 2 large Idaho Russet baking potatoes (or more),  peeled, if desired (if you don’t want to peel them, be sure they are well scrubbed)
  • olive oil
  • salt and pepper


Slice about ¼ inch off the sides of each potato to create a base. Set a potato on its base and then cut it into ¼-inch slices. Stack the slices on top of each other and then cut them to make ¼-inch sticks. Put them into an ice water-filled bowl to soak. They should be completely submerged. Set aside and let them soak for 1 to 2 hours.  (Soaking them in ice water removes some of the starch and helps to create more crispness.) About 15 minutes before you remove the potatoes from the water, preheat the oven to 450 degrees F.

Remove the potato sticks from the ice water and dry them thoroughly with clean dish towels.

Line a baking sheet with parchment paper. Spread potato sticks in pan in single layer (they should not touch – it might take two pans).  Drizzle them with a little olive oil and season generously with kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper. Toss them with your hands to coat them evenly with oil and seasonings.

Place the baking sheet(s) in the preheated oven.  Roast until the bottoms of the potato sticks are golden brown, about 20 minutes. Flip them over and roast the other side, about 15 more minutes.

Remove the baking sheet from the oven and put on a paper towel-lined plate. Taste and add more salt if needed.