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ik that im like super late to the party but i finally decided to post my designs for the boys,, better late than never right

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I HAD A DREAM THE OTHER NIGHT REVOLVING AROUND TODOROKI ADOPTING A CAT THAT LOOKED JUST LIKE HIM AND IT WAS TOO CUTE TO PASS UP DRAWING THAT

at the beginning of the dream he totally hated the cat for looking like him, but by the end of the dream he was in love with that cat and it became his sidekick goodbye

Poor Yurio can’t catch a break, even over long distance video calls (Viktor you act oblivious but we all know otherwise)

the consensus seems to be that reigen gets the white cloak so I try to build smthing with the in-game design

s kinda weird tbh

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@askbasb i can’t believe star became an actual fairy

(toxic was taken so i used lie instead)

❝ Even if you go to Tokyo… can I still be your girlfriend ? ❞

cantankerouskaputnik  asked:

Can you tell us a little about food in Finland, like... What do you eat day to day? What are sweets like? Which fast food chains are the most popular? or something else you think is interesting. Thank you! :D


Thank you for the ask! I can tell you a lot about food in Finland, fortunately, because both of my parents happen to be cooks, so I can ask about stuff from them. A lot the information I’ll tell you probably came from them.

Well, first off, I want to say that today Finnish people often eat food that isn’t necessarily traditionally Finnish or anything, for example my town has at least 5 pizza-kebab restaurants, and spaghetti is very popular. This thing called “raketti-spagetti” is sold in stores, it’s just normal spaghetti but cut into shorter pieces, and the name literally means rocket-spaghetti. I’m not sure how that name came to be, but it rhymes, so maybe it just sounded funny…? I don’t know. Stuff like rice is pretty common too, even though it’s in no way traditionally Finnish. Anyway, I’m sure that a similar phenomenon (the international foods thing, not raketti-spagetti) exists in almost every country.

Also, the Finnish cuisine has gotten a lot of influence from our dear neighbours, Sweden and Russia. Especially Sweden. So anyway, if you’re from either one of those countries and I say that something is Finnish when your country has the exact same thing, please blame my ancestors for not being more original. Although I’d like to hear about foods or customs similar to these I’m about to mention from other countries, so if you’d like to, please share them in the tags!

Okay, so I think I’ll start with the fast food- part of the question.

Finland doesn’t have that many fast food chains, really. We have McDonald’s, Burger King, Subway, and soon a few Taco Bells. Like, three. BUT! We do have a chain of our own, Hesburger, which is my personal favorite out of these. It is the most popular fast food chain in Finland, with 268 restaurants. For comparison, McDonald’s has 65, Burger King 32, and Subway 155 restaurants here.

If you want to have a taste of Hesburger’s food, but don’t want to come all the way to Finland, that’s totally fine! There are Hesbugers in eight other countries, too: Estonia (42 restaurants), Latvia (44), Lithuania (47), Russia (34), Germany (3), Ukraine (3), Bulgaria (3) and Belarus (1). Pretty impressive for a chain from such a small country, huh?

I hope this doesn’t sound too much like an ad, this post is not sponsored by Hesburger. I just think it’s pretty neat. I don’t know where the restaurants are more specifically, but I’ve been to Tallinn and there were a few Hesburgers there. They have really good paprika-mayonnaise! Just saying.

Scratch that, I now know where is the Hesburger farthest from Finland: 

Now, for sweets, I think I’ll have to make their own post, but we do have a lot of different kinds of candy in Finland, since we have two bigger and several smaller candy manufacturers, the two big ones being Fazer and Panda. Fazer also makes bread and cookies.

Popular candies are suklaa (chocolate) in different forms - bars, slabs (?? I hear that is also called a bar sometimes? Like smaller bars like Snickers and then slabs like the one I’ll show a picture of), chocolates, like the ones sold in a box, with filling or without, you get the idea, a lot of chocolate - and, of course, salmiakki, salty liquorice. Salmiakki candies get their amazing/awful taste from ammonium chloride. Mmmm. Potentially life-threatening chemicals combined. Delicious. (pic source)

Here is perhaps the most iconic Finnish sweet: Fazerin sininen, Fazer’s Blue. It’s just simple old milk chocolate and yet is the most popular candy in the country. Is it really that good?

Yes. Yes it is. The shade of blue used in the wrapping is trademarked*, by the way.

Okay, moving on to the day-to-day stuff…

In Finland we drink the most maito (milk) in the world per capita, a bit over 360 liters. The 2nd is Sweden by the way, with around 356 liters. We also consume the most kahvi (coffee) per capita, the national average being around 2.6 cups. Seriously, people here drink coffee all the time. In the morning, after lunch, when you come to visit you can be sure you’ll be offered a cup of coffee, at weddings, at funerals, with dessert, I mean, all the goddamn time. Sometimes they don’t even have a reason I’m sure. You know when at work there are those shorter breaks? In Finland a break like that is called kahvitauko. It means coffee break, which I’m sure is a familiar concept in other countries too.

But yeah, people do drink milk at every meal - not everyone, of course, but most people - and for people who are lactose intolerant there are special kinds of milks where the lactose has been processed already, so lactose intolerant people can drink it safely.

This is our fridge. That milk probably lasts like half a week. The light blue one is fat-free.

‘There is also this thing called piimä, which is a drinkable product made from milk with Lactic acid fermentation. It’s not my favorite, but it’s okay.

Maito versus piimä. (source

Apparently there is a strict divide in Finland between west and east, where west likes piimä better, but east prefers something called kokkelipiimä, which, to me, sounds very suspicious, and I did not know it even existed. It’s piimä with something more solid also made from milk mixed into it. Looks like this.

I seriously had never heard of it. I do live in the western half, so I suppose the divide is real. Huh. (source)

A traditional Finnish drink, kotikalja, is often drunk at fancier occasions, for example at the Christmas meal or at some other celebration, like weddings or such. It has a bit of alcohol, but so little that it doesn’t really count as an alcoholic beverage. Wikipedia tells me that it’s similar to Estonian kali, Swedish svagdricka, Dutch oud bruin and Russian kvass. It’s not the same, but it’s similar. People drink it with food.

(source also includes a recipe for kotikalja)

 There is a Finnish word ruokajuoma, which means any drink that is often drunk at meals, like water or kotikalja or milk and sometimes also juice.

This post is getting really long, sorry about that. Anyway, we eat a lot of different keittoja (soups) here too. Most of the time they contain potatoes (perunaa), carrots (porkkanaa), possibly other vegetables, and some meat (lihaa). Kalakeitto (fish soup) can be creamy (I love it) or clear (not so good). Lihakeitto (meat soup) and jauhelihakeitto (minced meat soup)are usually clear as well. There is also hernekeitto, which is made from peas, minced meat or ham or something and some carrot. People can add mustard and onion to it. It’s often eaten on Thursdays, a habit that has spread from the army. There every Thursday is hernekeittopäivä, hernekeitto-day. With hernekeitto the dessert is usually pancake with jam. (pic source)

The pancake, pannukakku, doesn’t look like what you might expect, though. It’s like this.

(source)

What is the closest relative to the other kind of pancake is called lettu here, or räiskäle, and it’s closer to a crêpe or a blin. (An actual blin, in Finland there is some misconception about blinis being small and thick… things, but maybe people would otherwise mistake them for a räiskäle?) (source)

 They are usually eaten with jam or sugar or whipped cream, or ice cream, or berries, or all of them. There are also muurinpohjaletut, which are cooked differently. (source)

A very basic dish we eat a lot here is potatoes and some kind of kastike (sauce). The sauce usually has pieces of meat, or sausage, or minced meat. We use a lot of minced meat. The picture example is made with makkara (sausage). (source)

When it comes to leipä (bread) I might be a little biased, because my parents bake a lot of bread themselves. Most households usually have at least two types of bread available, some lighter bread like piimälimppu for example, and ruisleipä. It is very Finnish, even though rye bread is eaten elsewhere too. In grocery stores you can find many shelves full of it. There are even rye chips here! Not French fries, or potato chips, really, more like nachos. But made from rye. Weird. (source of pic below)

One of the many forms of rye bread. (source)

Usually the shelves would be full but it was late and almost juhannus. That’s all for rye bread there. (Don’t mind my sister’s hand btw)

You can get rye bread in dried from too, all crunchy and pretty tough. Examples of this, dry, crunchy, though perhaps not that tough bread are näkkileipä and hapankorppu. Näkkileipä is often served in schools, since it doesn’t go bad easily. Both näkkileipä and hapankorppu are the best when they have some butter (voi) on top, at least I think so.

Hapankorppu in the front, näkkileipä in the back. 

“Which side do you put the butter on?” is a common topic of debate between Finnish people. (It’s the side without the holes, fight me)

And yet another traditional Finnish food that’s eaten like bread and has rye in it, is karjalanpiirakka, Karelian pie. It’s basically rice porridge in a crust made from rye flour. It is also called riisipiirakka. There are other versions of it as well, for example they can have mashed potato instead of rice in them. It’s traditionally eaten with munavoi, boiled egg and butter mixed together. It is heavenly. It’s the stuff in the picture way up there, actually, but I’ll refresh your memory.

(source)

Another pretty basic, and quite traditional Finnish food that is still pretty popular as I understand, is makaronilaatikko, macaroni casserole, made of macaroni, minced meat, and a mixture of milk and egg. All the ingredients are put together and mixed, and cheese is put on top, though not in traditional versions. Then the whole thing is put into the oven and cooked for some time, and then eaten usually with ketchup. It’s one of my favorite foods.

(source)

Fish is eaten fairly often, but pork, chicken and beef are probably more common. In summer we eat a lot of sausages and nakki (frankfurters) (?? I have never heard this word). Most common spices are salt, suola and pepper, pippuri. There are also a ton of prepared foods in markets, and I mean a lot. Whole aisles, many meters, of foods like makaronilaatikko or jauhelihakeitto that you just need to warm up. Convenient. One of my favorites are pinaattiletut, small lettus with spinach in them. I like them a lot. There are also the same kinds of small lettus made with carrot. Oh, and also blood. They’re called veriletut in Finnish.

(source)

Well, I’d love to tell you more, but this post is already way too long, so. I’ll end it here. If you want to know more of something specific I mentioned, ask, and I’ll try to get a post made. I’m planning on covering a few topics here more in depth in the future, but we’ll see.

Oh, also, a lot of the sources for the pictures in this post also feature a recipe, though they’re in Finnish. If you’d like me to translate one of them so you can try it out, just ask!

Thank you for the ask again!

(*edited because I, the smart person I am, mixed up copyright and trade marks. Sorry about that.)

Watch HOW TO MANAGE YOUR TIME BETTER here.

We are wasting it, we are enjoying it, we want more of it and sometimes it flies: Time - the most precious thing we have. 

I’m sure you have said and heard the words “I don’t have enough time for that!“ plenty of times. Here’s what I think about it: it’s to 100% avoidable. Time is an illusion. We always have it when it comes down to it, and today I’m sharing 5 tips on how to make this thesis a fact

  1. Prioritise and make it a necessity. Take reading a book or going to the gym as serious as going to work or doing the groceries.
  2. Include the things you want to do in your time schedule and more important: Exclude the things you don’t wanna do. Saying “no” can be hard, but as long as you make your decision about opinion instead of feelings, nobody will get hurt in the progress and you’ll benefit.
  3. Don’t stress out about things before you actually need to do them. Enjoy the time you spend on something you like, and when it comes to the less funny part, give it your full attention and get it done.
  4. Chunk your “to do’s” down in one hour time frames (the amount of time our brain is able to focus on one thing). That way you’ll take it step by step and provide overwhelm.
  5. Our best friend: flight mode & “do not disturb”. You won’t believe how much your phone and especially social media is slowing you down in getting things done (even subconsciously). Get all kind of distractions out of your way.

My favourite tip is #1 though - it works so good. You know why? Lets do a little experiment

You tell yourself every day that you’re too busy with “important” things and don’t have the time to tidy up your room. You’ll eventually handle it until one day where you need to be at an appointment at 6 am - and suddenly can’t find your keys. You spend 35 minutes panically turning your room upside down until you finally sight them under your pillow (how did that even … ?) - anyways, the point is: You just spent 35 minutes. 35 minutes you were sure you wouldn’t have. You might be super stressed and late (what could’ve been avoided by making tidy up your room a priority) but the necessity of you needing your keys in order to leave the house made you having the time you were not supposed to have. Mind-blowing, isn’t it? Therefore, time is nothing but an illusion and the quote

“I don’t have time” really means “it’s not my priority.”

is on point. I hope those tips will help you get the most out of your time and achieve everything you want to. For more, check out this video.
You’ll hear more from me soon gorgeous, xx

Marichat May - Kiss it Better

It’s super late, but I said I’d do it!

The moment I saw the prompt, I thought of the song Kiss it Better by He is We, which is a straight shot to the feels and I’d definitely recommend it as background music if you ever need to write an angsty scene.

TW: Blood and Character death. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. See the tags for more thoughts.

Paris lay in ruins.

Paris lay in ruins and Chat Noir was alone.

He had split away from Ladybug nearly ten minutes ago so she could recharge her kwami. The akuma, a vastly destructive force that went by the name of Dévastateur, had spent the better part of the past hour turning the streets to rubble and carving chunks out of buildings. Monuments were crushed beneath his power – and for once, Chat wondered if Hawkmoth regretted releasing a power like that into the world.

The akuma wasn’t anything special, really. He was granted power, great power, which gave him strength beyond imagination. It was his heart, however, that had darkened to a point that no mortal should ever near.

Chat didn’t know why the victim had turned so cold. He wasn’t sure he cared – not when Ladybug was still missing in action and Paris was a bona fide mess. But he did know that the damage wasn’t entirely Hawkmoth’s fault. No. This was personal on some level. The man beneath the mask wanted to tear the world apart on his own terms.

In Ladybug’s absence, Chat had reverted to a new plan – evacuating as many civilians as he could as quickly as he could. There were times for showy heroics, and there were times when all that mattered was preventing a bloodbath. This happened to be one of the latter.

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A Medical Emergency- Ch.3 (Part 1)

Hello all! it’s been a super long time, but i am finally back! i won’t make any excuses for why i haven’t written in so long, but know that I have lots of fun stuff planned for the future! I’ll get to the story, but as always, a huge thank you to the rest of the Kilt Kult for their advice and critical eye! I couldn’t any of this without them! So, without further ado, here is the (first part) of Chapter three! Enjoy!

-Wee Bairn Marlo ( @marlosbooknook )

It was the shrill buzz of the alarm that sent Claire leaping from bed, the remnants of her dream still clinging to her skin. Or maybe it wasn’t a dream after all. She gazed down at the mass taking up the majority of full-sized bed. Tufts of copper hair poked from underneath the white duvet, mussed from sleep. It was an inexplicable connection that brought Claire and Jamie together, but they were content to bask in each other’s presence.

Six months had passed since Jamie had been released from the hospital, and he had scarcely left Claire’s side in that time. They shrugged off the skepticism of Claire’s coworkers at the hospital, who looked down at her workplace romance. Claire couldn’t count how many times a nosy nurse or ambitious resident brought up the hospital protocol which forbade romantic relationships between patients and their doctors. A quick reminder that Mr. Fraser was no longer a surgical patient and a telling glare was all it took to send them scurrying back to their business.

Goddamn vultures don’t know how to mind their own bloody business!

Their time together had been a whirlwind, for sure, but Claire wouldn’t have traded it for the world. It was her who asked Jamie to move in and share their lives, after only being together for about five months. The only complaint came from Claire’s kitten Adso, who did not take kindly to being replaced as the man of the house. Her small flat was littered with their shared possessions, silly mementos of their time together. A massive teddy bear Jamie won a local theme park on their first official date. The silly crown she had bought for him on their two months anniversary at Lallybroch. All of those trivial possessions made the flat into a home.

Their home.

Claire felt herself pulled from her state of tranquility as a wave of nausea overcame her, sending her scrambling for the toilet. It was rare that Claire fell ill, but this recent bout hit her like a rock. She had shrugged off Jamie’s repeated attempts to seek help and convince her to see a doctor.

“I am telling you,” she swore, “I am absolutely fine! It’s probably just the hospital food.”

I know it is the food. It can’t be anything else.

For the rest of the week Jamie packed Claire a lunch, refusing to let her touch the cafeteria fare.

As she lay hunched over the toilet, retching up last night’s dinner of frozen calzones, she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.

“God Jamie, go away! I don’t want you seeing me like this… Have some sympathy!” she cried.

Even though her head was turned, she could sense the concern in his eyes.

“I’ll show some sympathy when ye decide to see a doctor!” he responded

And so it begins again.

“I don’t need to see a doctor Jamie…. I am a bloody doctor!”

He sighed. “Aye. I ken that quite well. Ye might recall that’s how we met. But Claire, mo nighean, will you please go see a doctor? If not for you, then to ease me own concerns.”

“How many times must I tell you. I am fine! There is nothing wrong with me!”

Liar.

“You can say that as many times as ye wish, but there is something amiss about ye. Can you not at least talk to me about it. Maybe there is something I can do to help. It hurts me to see you suffering..”

She knew what he wanted. She could see it in the light of his eyes when he gazed at her stomach. But she couldn’t give him what he wanted, she knew it. She was a broken thing, a cast-off toy. There was a dull ache, a festering hole inside her that tortured her every single day. And Jamie couldn’t know about it. Not yet. Or she would lose him too.

Claire rose, eyes blazing and smoothed down the curls that flew across her face.

“I. Said. No.” Claire pushed past Jamie as she made her way of of the apartment, trying not to let him see the tears in her eyes. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be late for work.”

“Claire, wait!” Jamie tried to grab her, but she pushed past him. She paused hearing her given name. It was so rare he used it, but when he did it was in earnest. It was important. But not now. This was not a conversation they were going to have. It was not a conversation that she was prepared to have. It had gone so wrong the last time..

She was leaning over the bed, hastily shoving her belongings into a bag when she felt Jamie’s arms snake around her middle, pinning her in place.

Not there. Anywhere but there.

She whipped around with more ferocity than she knew she possessed. Her words came out like a hiss, full of anger and malice and grief.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!”

And the conversation ended. Jamie stood in shock. He took a tentative step back leaving Claire bristling in her place. She could sense his hurt, the anguish as he watched her suffer. But she was going to suffer alone. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. What could she say?

I’m sorry.

But sorry for what? Sorry for hurting him, for lying to him, for being a failure. It was too much. So she said nothing.

She grabbed her bag from the bed and walked out of the bedroom eyes averted. She couldn’t bear to see what he was thinking.

anonymous asked:

Do you still make NH fanfics? I really miss your writing.

I have quite a number of wips in my drafts, but it’s been difficult finding inspiration and motivation to finish them. I am still working on them just- very, very…. very slowly. I’m sorry I haven’t written anything for them in a while! You’re always welcome to send me a prompt! Otherwise, I highly recommend checking out @utsus for your NH fic fix! In the meantime, here’s a piece from spy au I was writing so long ago! (Unedited, so sorry for any mistakes!) 

The hallway is quiet, almost unnaturally so. The plush carpet soaks up any sound her heels and his shoes would’ve made and the loudest presence on the floor are the ostentatious wall sconces that brilliantly light the simple, but expensively furnished hallway of the hotel. The silence and the stillness are both a blessing and a curse.

Naruto gently taps Hinata’s shoulder and when she looks back at him, he hand signals whether or not she can see anyone coming. She closes her eyes, refocuses, and when she opens them again, the lenses that Tenten designed specially for her activates. She scans the hallways and peers around the corner but the only heat source she can see is Naruto at her back, though she doesn’t need to see him to feel his presence. He’s close enough that his front almost touches her bare upper back, the crisp folds of his suit gently ghosting over her skin.

She signals back. Coast is clear. And then she leads on, her eyes guiding them to their target: Room 511. She hates being in the open like this, even if the carpet and the walls render them both noiseless. It amplifies the sound of the hammering of her heart and the beats of her breath- but she knows that is adrenaline heightening her senses and sending her blood rushing. She focuses herself, clearing her mind until cool and sharp rationale grounds her again.

Naruto lifts a hand, brushes his palm against her bare shoulder, and squeezes gently in support before letting go. The brief connection comforts them both, when they’re so close to their goal, when they cannot afford to make a mistake now.

She freezes and he knows she’s seen someone. 

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