in the pit for the used

Josie, Pit Bull mix (6 y/o), Front & Fulton St., New York, NY • “She likes to lock herself in a room so that we have to rescue her – she likes the attention. Also, if one of us goes away, she’s passive aggressive towards them when they get back. She’s a rescue from @animalhaven.”

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Vegan Unicorn Cheesecake

Ingredients:

  • 2 cups cashews soaked for 1 hour
  • 1 large juiced lemon
  • 15 dates
  • pinch of salt
  • 1 cup almonds
  • food dye (yellow, blue, red, green)
  • ½ cup coconut milk (use the cream from the top)
  • ¼ cup maple syrup
  • 1/3 cup coconut oil
  • sprinkles 

Directions:

  1. Soak cashews in warm water for 1-2 hours. In a food processor blend pitted dates, almonds and a pinch of salt until a cookie like dough forms. Lay out parchment paper in a baking pan and press the dough on the bottom and freeze. 
  2. Drain the cashews and place in a food processor with the coconut cream, oil, lemon juice and maple syrup. Blend until a smooth cream forms. Pour the cream into four bowls equally. In each bowl add a few drops of food coloring and mix until each bowl has pastel colored cream. 
  3. Pour the different colors on top of the crust. Use a spoon to create a pretty marbled look. Add sprinkles and freeze for at least 4 hours.
  4. Take it out of the freezer and cut out a piece and enjoy this pretty treat.
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Join us in the Captain’s Lounge on Sunday evenings for Games Night! 

Mr. and Mrs., Operation and Monopoly are all on the cards, just watch out for Captain Morgan on the Scrabble boards and Captain Anderson in the Charades pit! They both hate to lose!

Other board games also available*.

Please note Battleship is prohibited on board the HMS Gilligan as we like to avoid even thinking of sinking ships!

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George Harrison and John Lennon did LSD with Peter Fonda. However, a journalist from the straight world named Don Short was present. He peppered The Beatles with square questions. 

“I was swimming across the pool when I heard a noise because it makes your senses so acute,” said Harrison. “I felt this bad vibe and I turned around and it was Don Short from The Daily Mirror. He’d been hounding us all through the tour, pretending in his phoney baloney way to be friendly but, really, trying to nail us.”

The bad vibes sent George Harrison into the pits of hell, convinced that he was dying. “I told him there was nothing to be afraid of and that all he needed to do was relax,” said Peter Fonda. “I said that I knew what it was like to be dead because when I was 10 years old I’d accidentally shot myself … and my heart stopped beating three times while I was on the operating table. John [Lennon] was [walking by] at the time and heard me saying ‘I know what it’s like to be dead.’ He looked at me and said, 'You’re making me feel like I’ve never been born. Who put all that shit in your head?”

Lennon confirmed the story. And he said that The Beatles did not yet understand the crucial importance of set and setting in ensuring a positive acid trip. “We still didn’t know anything about doing it in a nice place and cool it and all that. We just took it. And all of a sudden we saw the reporter and we’re thinking, 'How do we act normal?’ We thought, 'Surely somebody can see.’ We were terrified, waiting for him to go. And Peter Fonda came, that was another thing, and he kept on saying, 'I know what it’s like to be dead.’ We said, 'What?’ And he kept saying it, and we were saying, 'For chrissake, shut up.’ But he kept going on about it. That’s how I wrote She Said She Said.”

David Crosby and Roger McGuinn from The Byrds showed up and placed purple microdot on their tongues. “There were girls at the gates, police guards,” said McGuinn. “We went in and David, John Lennon, George Harrison and I took LSD to help get to know each other better. There was a large bathroom in the house and we were all sitting on the edge of a shower passing around a guitar, taking turns to play our favorite songs. John and I agreed Be-Bop-A-Lula was our favorite 1950s rock record.”

Meanwhile, Art Linkletter ranted. “[The] Beatles are one of the worst offenders. They have included in a great many of their songs, as we all know, complete and total descriptions of drug trips and mentions of it. And in their own lifestyle, being idols of the kids, have openly admitted – some of them – to taking drugs of all kinds. And so as an example for the young people, The Beatles have been a terrible, terrible illustration.”

Sitting poolside at Zsa Zsa Gabor’s Benedict Canyon home, a number of young actors showed up that evening. A drive-in print of a new movie starring Lee Marvin and Jane Fonda called Cat Ballou (1965) had been attained. The film was projected and those tripping gathered round. It was an experimental film print which contained a laugh track. Columbia Pictures was considering adding laughtracks to motion pictures in the same way they dominated television sitcoms. 

“Columbia Pictures is experimenting with an unprecedented use of laughtracks as a possible aid in selling comedy releases in drive-ins,” reported Variety. “Studio spokesman on Friday confirmed testing on the laughtrack machine invented by Charlie Douglass and used extensively in television. Machine would be used to add laughtracks on comedy films, specifically to be experiemented on the upcoming Cat Ballou.”

“It was a drive-in print of Cat Ballou - the audience response dubbed onto it,” said George Harrison. “It was bizarre, watching this on acid.”


(THIS IS AN EXCERPT FROM THE NEXT BOOK BY YOURS TRULY) 

yaeyunhee  asked:

I've been in this field long enough and seen a lot of other groups that're worst in line/screentime distribution than bts. Its sad i get it, but we dont know what happened behind the scenes, it's known by us armys how hardworking and how the boys value their teamwork. Instead of spitting salty words toward Ivory here bcs you think she'll be replying, isnt it better to just enjoy what they've worked hard on? If we're upset and pitting each members, dont you think the boys wont be upset?

Originally posted by behindthezenes

anonymous asked:

Everybody is talking about how JMo may leave and everything do you think that's gonna happen? I low key think she hates the fact that C$ is all what her character has become

i don’t think jmo hates or blames c$ in particular, but if she’s not at least miffed that emma doesn’t have the same depth of character that she used to have, i’m a piece of ham. like, she put SO much effort into dark swan, and the writers just chucked that idea into a bottomless pit. i feel so bad for her.

if jmo leaves, i will throw her a party. a) because she’ll probably be doing some more directing things which is good for her and b) ouat will be cancelled

5 miles

First long run since January 29 so of course it wasn’t going to be all lollipops and rainbows. I had to double back to my apartment after 2 miles for a pit stop, which was not cool (and fully caused by my poor decision to have chicken tenders and fries for dinner last night). The stop solved the immediate issue but I still felt off in the stomach for most of the run.

I knew I was feeling better when I saw my neighborhood now has a gourmet popcorn store AND a new ice cream shop, and those prospects didn’t make me feel worse. Also, our weather is quite spring-ish and sunny! Trying not to get used to it.

i can’t believe i did 7 shows in 8 days and SURVIVED 

i’ve never done a tour w the shows this packed together before, like the first headline fiatc tour i did 9 shows but over the course of about a month or so. and then the used tour last year i did 8 shows but that was over 13 days? this tour was also the first time i’ve done every single date (i’m only counting uk/ie shows because fuck going 2 germany) 

for those other tours i always stuck to barrier as well but this time i was in the pit every night getting Fucked Up i’m so broken at this point 

anyway i’m sooooo happy i did this i love fiatp and taking back sunday and all the friends i got to see this week :-)) 

so last night i was rereading house proud by astolat, aka the best harry potter fic there ever ever was, & then i started having Thoughts about hp wizards being the descendants of the fae cuz it just makes!! so much sense!!!

i am perpetually disappointed by so much of jkr’s world-building but this in particular bothers me so much cause like

she placed so much emphasis on blood lines & ~purity but the only ever used it as a shite allegory for racism

u know who gives a thousand shits about blood lines? the fae. u know who goes to great lengths to exist separately from humans? the fae. u know whose society is split into groups based on personality? the fae!!

the evolution of wizarding society makes so much more sense!! if u interpret them as being fae adapting to the changing world!!!

On the second Death Star, when Vader finds out Leia is his daughter, on the outside he’s all let’s use this as a way to manipulate Luke, on the inside he’s going “Of course she is. That girl is the living embodiment of the phrase, ‘meet me in the pit.’ Of course she’s my child.”

I know Obama isn’t perfect. His foreign policy leaves a bit to be desired.

But, I’ll never forget 2005-2008, the dwindling era of Bush’s presidency. I’ll never forget my parents talking at night about how in the world they’d afford $5 a gallon gas and $6 a gallon milk. I’ll never forget them whispering to each other, thinking I won’t hear, about how the house has put too much economic pressure on them. They wanted to sell the house, yet they couldn’t, because under the Republicans the housing market had imploded. Wall Street was in ruins. The economy was in ruins. Tent cities were being erected.

And then Obama came. Obama (and the Democrats by extension) dug us out of the deepest pit since the Great Depression. Obama stabilized gas prices and is the reason why Americans are enjoying a stellar $2 a gallon instead of $5. He instituted healthcare for millions of children who were without it. Family income has grown by $2000 this year. The unemployment rate is at an average, healthy number (~6%). Michelle Obama transformed school lunches and worked her butt off to make sure it had fruit portions on it.

I feel honored to have grown up under the presidency of this man. He holds tremendous charisma and eloquence and represented the best side of America. I can not imagine having spent the last eight years of my life (from fourth grade to senior year) with any other president.

Thank you.

I am trying to write a poem about my loneliness
But the page just seems to insist
on staying empty.
But loneliness isn’t emptiness
loneliness is the lead ball in the pit of your stomach
and the feathers tickling the back of your throat
loneliness is the itch you cannot scratch
it’s feeling far too much
far too little.
Loneliness is an all consuming enigma
of the past
of a past
Of a past you’re trying to forget
Of a past you can’t help but regret
Of a past that shoved you into the position
of isolation in which you reside
In which you’re going to die.
And sometimes solitude becomes gratitude
but the demolition of the monuments
that used to be perched on my ribs
left nothing but dust
and I am no longer grateful.

I used to build shrines in my heart to girls who would
never quite love me.
But that was never loneliness.
Unrequited love is a social activity because broken hearts
scream louder than all the wind in the world
howling together.
Despite the rain and miserable weather
I could fill myself up with love even though no one
would ever reciprocate
even though I always had to compensate
by giving more than I had left in me.
I would clutch my chest and rip out pieces of my heart
on which metaphors for love and birds and bones
and sadness and stars
would rest.
I could gift these to those who smiled.
Because nothing cuts into loneliness like affection
or attention
or the smile of someone who has no
reason to.
I suppose I never had a reason to.

I am trying to write a poem about the rain.
They say that people are nothing like rain
nothing like snow
nothing like autumn leaves
because people do not look beautiful when they fall.
A phrase I could never quite wrap my head around.
Because to me falling is dancing
and dancing is writing
and writing is cleaning your body of the toxins
that well up behind your eyes
and hide behind your liver
and pump fluid in your lungs.
What isn’t beautiful is hitting the ground.
The snowflakes will dissolve and the rain
will be absorbed by the greedy earth.
The leaves will rot
and you’ll be taking shots
Until your heart falls out of your chest.

Loneliness is falling
and falling is dancing
and dancing is writing
and I am trying to write a poem about my overwhelming
fear of touching the solid ground.
I am trying to write a poem about falling
Because I reside in free fall
and my heart falls for the snow
and the snow falls for the rain
and the first rule of gravity is everything
must fall
So we fall
And I fall
and you fall.

—  Fall (Emf)
totally platonic ways to show ur platonic bro friend u care platonically - a guide by Steven G. Rogers

1. defy government orders and embark on a one man mission to walk from one country to another to save said platonic bro friend
2. listen to slightly more sensible friend when they suggest perhaps flying rather than walking, then jump out of plane directly into enemy territory to get to the bro friend
3. single handedly defeat a bunch of nazi’s using no more than determination and a tin foil shield to find the bro friend
4. literally jump over fiery pits of near certain death to escape back to relative safety with bro friend
5. refuse to fight for probably the first time in your entire life and drop ur defences rather than hurt ur bro friend any more than he’s already been hurt
6. have a phrase that sounds remarkably like a marriage vow - but obviously in a platonic way bc bro friend- that holds so much significance - platonically - that it resonates even through 70 years of brainwashing and torture and he remembers it before he remembers his own name
7. Become an internationally wanted fugitive but shrug it off like nothing because bro friend is still alive
8. Pull a helicopter out of the sky. With your own two hands. Nothing but ur own strength and determination.
9. Give up being what the world knows you as and expects from you, instead choosing him and choosing yourself. But like. As bro’s.

Marisha: “That’s the coolest thing you’ve ever done!”

Liam: “Ohhhhh, I don’t know about that.”

AN IMPORTANT INQUIRY: What is the coolest thing Scanlan’s ever done? Some nominees:

  • Warcaster, grappling the retreating Rimefang with Bigby’s hand and yanking him back down to earth
  • Scanbo, triceratops rampage, winning against like 50 guards, rainy rooftop firebreathing gnome vs goliath.
  • The return of Hotis, leaping off a tower sword-first into a demon, hitting the ground, and using the little breath he has left on a Healing Word
  • Getting Ripley in the Resilient Sphere, dragging everyone up to kill her together.
  • Summoning a goristro with a Gate scroll, then standing his ground and singing at it as it charges him, Dominate Monster-ing.
  • At the gates of the City of Brass, brass-ball bluffing the illuminated and Greater Illusioning an image of Yenk.
  • Killing the pit fiend, and using Modify Memory PERFECTLY to completely save everyone’s asses from 50,000 Illuminated.
  • Talking down Kaylie from murder-0 in 60 seconds, and instantly and completely turning his life around the moment he knows he has a daughter
  • Honorable mention: Casting the Resilient Sphere on himself and rolling into the orcish war camp singing Trololol.
I hate all these quotes about being left, about being hurt by the people they used to love or still do, about being the heartbroken. But what they fail to realize is that the heartbreakers have their own side of the story too, and maybe, just maybe, the heartbreakers are being left with the same empty pit in their stomach from the mistake they knew they had just done. We’re all humans and we all have our reasons, even if we’re too naive to realize those reasons yet.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1122
My buddy and I have never played DnD.

Our friend is very patient with us in helping make our characters, but we go for our aesthetics more than actual effectiveness.
(K is me, V is my buddy, DM is… well yknow)

DM: So given your main ideas, I’d say, Kooby, go for either a Pixie or Dragonborn.

K: …can my character wield a frying pan?

DM: what? Why?

K: yknow just in case my sword breaks or whatever.

DM: …if you want to do that, I’d say go with the fighter class and make them a pit fighter.

K: awesome.

(Some time later)

DM: how are your weight limits?

K: Well, I’m over by like, 10 pounds i think.

DM: how many weapons do you have?

K: 3. A bow, a shortsword and my frying pan.

DM: …what die do they use for damage?

K: uhh… 1d4 for shortsword, 1d8 for pan…

DM: …get rid of your sword.

V: (immediately starts laughing hysterically) I love how in this game that SOMEHOW a dragon standing upright is more proficient at smacking a guy’s head in with a frying pan than cutting dudes open with a sword.