If you’ve been following me for while Yanno my hair was blue for a while, but now it’s red lmaoo. A lot of you have been asking what I look like and @lukeysgirl wanted to see my new color so here ya go 💕
This is the face behind the SugarDaddy!Cal and BabyDaddy!Cal fanfic 😊and a whole buncha other stuff lmao
The thing about courting a 30+ male audience is…it’s all in vain and it’s solely for validation. Like we’re not good enough…the approval of the 30+ white male must be achieved to prove your worth. No matter what success you’ve achieved, if it was at the hands of young women, it’s not enough. The acceptance of 100 white males is more revered than that of actual millions of females.
hello loves! so no, this is not part two to ‘Dust’, and i know that you all have been waiting patiently, so i will be posting part two next time. i haven’t had a ton of inspiration for it, because i always saw it as just one part, but i want to give you guys what you want, so it’ll be out next! this one is a little heavy, and not usually something i would right, but having dealt with this myself, i feel comfortable enough writing about it and sharing it with you guys. anyways, keep sending in requests! i hope you enjoy!
trigger warning: mentions of anorexia so viewer discretion is advised
why the fuck did you do this? Southern Italy already exists, this is dumb
((R R A N T.
I coiuld have brushed this off as anon hate (but I don’t really think it is, idk), but I will use this as an occasion to explain my point of view about Hima’s Romano.
First of all, the name!
Lovino is NOT an actual italian name, it is a butchering of the italian verb ‘Rovino’, ‘I ruin’ or (this idea is a little joke of mine, an italian confused as you about it), the archaic form 'Lo vino’, “The Wine”.
My Southern Italy’s name is Romano, an actual name with its origin on the Roman Empire’s age.
It comes from Romanus “citizien of Rome”, and many Byzantine emperors and rulers had this name, including the modern poltician Romano Prodi. Vargas is ok, since it is a surname that is widely used in all of the peninsula, from Milan to Palermo.
I would like to give him a second name, now I am set on Ferdinando (widely used in the Kingdom of Naples, the Two Sicilies and modern Naples itself), Enea (Aeneas, the mythological hero) or Achille.
Second point: Family.
Hima sets North Italy as his brother and Grandpa Rome as his, well, grandpa, but I am not too sure about it, nor is the Italian-Hetalia Rp fandom (most of us are history nerds, including me).
First of all, the last time Italy was unified properly before the Risorgimento, was before the fall of Western Rome and during the Kingdom of Ostrogoths/Odoacer, so how can they be brothers, if not under the good ol’ Roman Empire? I am a proud classicist, so I support the idea of them being Rome’s sons like pretty much everyone in the italian fandom.
Who is the mother? There are two: Romano is son to Rome and Ancient Greece, making it Greece’s brother, since Southern Italy’s name itself, Magna Graecia (widely used nowadays, too!), comes from the time when Greek colonies were founded along pretty much all of S. Italy’s coasts, but I will talk more about this next time, N. Italy’s mother may probably be Gallia Cisalpina, so they are 50% brothers.
In the end, according to me, Romano’s family is:
Rome (Dad★), N. Italy, Spain, Portugal, Romania, France, the Italian Regions and Greece (a lot of brothers, yeah?).
He is not 100% Feliciano’s brother, but he loves him anyways.
Third point: looking and acting.
Romano’s design is fine, I’d expect him to be pretty more tanned, and his hair should be curlier, but I am not complaining at all.
I think of him as older, pretty much at Spain’s age, tho.
Acting, here comes the real problem.
Romano is shown to be a stressed, whiny kid who depends on Spain and gets angry for ANYTHING, plus the “Potato Bastard” thing, ugh.
By stereotypes and a good 50% of truth, Southern Italians are more similar to Feliciano rather than being close to Romano. We are, and trust me we actually ARE, more welcoming, open minded and generally always happy about life, go lucky people. By stereotypes, we could say Hima is right on us being very flirty with tourists (I have a lot of friends who only date tourists and random foreigners, fml), pretty much hot headed, and lazy (yes, I won’t lie to myself, most of us are very lazy).
Also, the fact about him and his relationships–
They are pretty fucked up. We do joke a lot about Germany, but we like them! The greatest king Southern Italy had was Holy Roman Emperor of a German Dinasty (Frederick II of Swabia, google it) (i am using this to say something Germano related will come very soon ;)) ), and they invade us in summer with their precious tourists, bringing us money, so yes, WE LOVE YOU GERMANY.
Also Chigi in Italian is not an actual word, it is the name of a roman family and one of the italian government’s palaces in Rome but not anything really-
I will talk more about this another time, anyways! Please, PLEASE SUPPORT NON CANON VERSIONS OF CANON CHARACTERS!
nobody will probably will read this, but I had to))
Time for more BITTYPOOTS AU, meaning the story @gutsybitsy and I are working on where Jack is the tormented audience to Bitty and Poots’ unhappy and unsatisfying relationship (Original post / fic tag). NOW FEATURING: established relationship Patater and excerpts from Bitty’s twitter!
(Also accidental outing to a safe/sympathetic audience, and gay gossip.)
Away games in Las Vegas have gotten a lot easier these days. During his rookie year, they meant pitched arguments with Kent that lasted hours and left them both exhausted in the morning. After Kent broke up with him, they meant a couple years of holing up early in his hotel room and eating room service while watching tape.
But now Las Vegas trips are, quite tentatively… nice.
Somehow the crucible of two Stanley Cup finals against each other in the last four years have left the Falcs and Aces with a permanent rivalry that is enthusiastic, respectful, warm, and friendly. It could so easily have been bitter–but if Jack were to name a single factor that turned the tide, it was Tater’s defection to Vegas. You couldn’t quite hate a man who skated over during breaks and asked how your children liked their birthday presents, who complimented you on your improved form and laughed about your inability to score on his goalie, and then laughed again when you did before putting his head down and putting all his energies to beating your pants off. Tater’s shoulders are broad enough to carry all of the game’s spirit, its pettiness and nobility, its competition and comradeship–and Kent, the burden of the C removed from him by Tater’s presence, began finding it easier to be magnanimous in victory, graceful in defeat.
And the two of them know Jack doesn’t like big parties, so they leave Tater’s other A to lead the grand night out with the Falcs and whisk Jack away to a quiet dinner at their apartment instead.
I have a new favorite soup y'all. It’s creamy, it’s savory, it makes your kitchen smells good, and it is FULL of veggies.
An entire head of cauliflower, plus potato, onion, garlic and 20z of mushrooms (plus veggie broth and soup things) go into this recipe. It takes a little longer than I usually have patience for, but is well worth it. I recommend this soup for a Sunday night dinner, or a there’s-a-blizzard-outside kind of day.
If you haven’t roasted garlic before, you’re in for a treat. Just slice the top ¼" of a bulb, wrap in foil, and roast 30-45 minutes until it becomes magical gooey goodness. I like to eat roasted garlic all on its own, but roasting it along side the cauliflower and potato in this soup is a bit more efficient.
I also sautéed mushrooms until they became crispy for a topping. (I did something similar in a stir fry the other week.) This is the only way I like to eat mushrooms now. If you slice them thin, and add them with some oil to a skillet and stir occasionally while everything else is roasting, everything will be done at the same time with minimal supervision!
1 head cauliflower, sliced into florets
1 russet potato (or 2 yukon potatoes) cubed
1 head of garlic, top ¼+ sliced off
1 20oz container baby bella mushrooms, rinsed and sliced
2 tablespoons olive oil, divided
1 ½ teaspoons dried parsley (or other herbs)
salt and pepper, to tastes
Combine cauliflower florets, cubed potato and 1 tablespoon of olive oil on a baking sheet, shaking the pan to evenly coat with oil. Season with salt and pepper.
Wrap the garlic bulb in foil, and place on the baking sheet with cauliflower and potato. Bake at 425F for 40 minutes, shaking the pan every 15 minutes to make sure the veggies don’t burn.
While those veggies are baking, add the sliced mushrooms with 1 tablespoon of olive oil to a skillet over high heat. Stir on high heat until mushrooms begin to release their water, then turn down the heat to low and stir occasionally for 30 minutes.
Remove cauliflower/potato and garlic from the oven, and transfer to a large pot.
After the garlic has cooled, squeeze each clove into the pot on the stove.
Then add 4 cups of veggie broth. Simmer over low heat for 30 minutes.
Thanks For The Potatoes *Steve Rogers x Reader x Avengers*
Summary: You are making Thanksgiving dinner when suddenly everyone starts to request different variations of potatoes, causing you to become very stressful and argue with Steve. Warnings: a lot of potatoes! Admins Note: My mum gave me this idea because she recently watched the FRIENDS the one where Monica is making the dinner, everyone requests different stuff and it all goes wrong, so this is my version of that. Hopefully you like it, I can tell it will be long, so sorry.
This wouldn’t be the first time you were making dinner for your fellow Avengers, in fact, you usually make dinner for them. You don’t complain since you actually like to make the dinner but that’s only because you get to choose the meals. This meal would be different for you all, considering it would be all of your’ Thanksgiving, and your first Thanksgiving all together.
Even Tony was staying around, not that he wanted to, he actually hates all holidays; Pepper told you it was because of his childhood and growing up with his dad, he never had the best holiday experiences. You had everything prepared, ready to start cooking, the Turkey already herbed and in the oven.
“Hey, (Y/N),” you turned to see both Clint and Natasha, you grinned back. “Smells great,” Clint grinned, looking through the glass door and into the oven, watching the turkey slowly bronze. Everything was going perfectly.
“Listen, we’d hate to be a pain,” Natasha began and you stopped cutting carrots to look at your friends. “Just Clint’s mum used to do the best potatoes, they were cut into tiny squares and seasoned with rosemary, you don’t think you could do that?” Natasha asked you frowned, already telling everyone you were doing mashed potatoes.
“Um, sure I suppose I can find the time,” you smile and they nod, both hugged you before leaving. You wiped your forehead to remove the thin layer of sweat; it’s probably due to the hot kitchen. It’s not like doing one different kind of potatoes would be hard, plus you couldn’t deny those potatoes sounded tasty, and this is everyone’s Thanksgiving.
You had been slaving away over the dinner, well actually cutting various vegetables and assorting the herbs and spices over them, when a nice gust of wind went past: did you leave the window open? Turning you see the Maximoff twins, grinning and smiling at the smell of good food cooking.
“Hey, guys,” you turn back to the cooking pot, they both peer over one of your shoulders, looking at what is possibly cooking; your potatoes are boiling so they can be mashed later.
“We were wondering if you could do us a favour?” Wanda asked, you turned and looked at both sheepish twins. “Just, back at home we never had Thanksgiving like you guys but our mother made sweet potatoes and it was our favourite, could you do us some?” Wanda asked you let out a sigh, making both twins plead with their blue eyes.
“Um, okay, yeah I guess I can do some for you both.” They grinned before leaving the room, allowing you to go back to cooking… Now you have three different potatoes to do!
You began herbing the potatoes Clint and Natasha wanted- you only prayed that no one else would ask for different ones, otherwise it would be too much to handle. Tony had taken a front-row seat to your stressful kitchen, he was sat at the breakfast bar, pouring some scotch into a glass. He smiled whenever you muttered a curse word to yourself.
“Are you sure you don’t any of this meal?” you asked, turning to look at the billionaire who simply grinned and nodded. “I don’t understand you”, you muttered.
“Okay, so since I can remember, holidays never really… went down in the Stark households. One year, in particular, I was seven so it’s about eighty-one; imagine a seven-year-old hearing their mother and father argue, you expect to spend holidays with them,” you nod slowly, listening to every word. “Nope, not me. My nanny, my dad’s butler and a few maids, they had a small dinner made by the cooks and it was just us; they placed the radio to hide the arguing but it was never loud enough,” he sighed sipping the scotch.
“My dad bursts through the kitchen doors and points at me, he tells me to never be like mother, to grow up and be more like him; he’s yelling and keeps telling me to do the right thing, go to University and take over, be the Stark he wants me to be,” he sighed. “It was like that for every holiday, up until I was seventeen when they both died, I spent more and more time with the people who helped around the house… then with my parents,” he looked at you.
You felt some kind of sadness for Tony, something he was not used to displaying. Instead, he shrugged, “Now I just hate holidays. If someone isn’t arguing and yelling: You need to grow up and be a man, then it’s not a true Stark holiday,” he drank the last of the scotch and you chuckled.
“Hey, (Y/N) are you doing roast potatoes?” Bruce asked, getting a glass of water, but you shake your head and look at him. “Just, I think myself and Thor would prefer those, we have some frozen ones in the freezer, just pop them in twenty minutes before the meal is served,” he shrugged and you let out a sigh, at least those ones require no effort. Well, that puts those up to four different varieties.
While Bruce left to tell Thor of the potato situation, you went back to putting all the vegetables on the stove. The ache of starting this morning to almost finishing in the afternoon was becoming too much; you needed a break, but that would mean something would burn, and lord knows what would happen if it’s someone’s potatoes.
Everything was going perfectly, till the pots started to bubble over. You wiped away the now thick layer of sweat on your forehead; obviously caused by stress. You lost count on how many times you burnt yourself today, you had passed the point of even recognising the pain, and you had become used to it. Only this time Steve entered, and the string that usually held you together was slowly fraying, making you slightly on edge and want to snap at the next person who wants different potatoes.
“Hey, (Y/N),” you turned around, he was looking into the pots as you narrowed your eyes if he even asks for something else… you’d kill him, with a butter knife! “If you ask for some other stupid potatoes, I swear to God Steve… I will shove this spoon so far up your arse,” he widens his eyes and Tony choked on his scotch. Everyone else had overheard and looked at you both: “I’m already doing four different potatoes, okay… FOUR,” you stress and he nods, looking at someone else for help, although no one knew what to do.
“Why can’t you all have the same potatoes? Why can’t you have all mashed potatoes?” you cried slightly and Steve reached to put a hand on your shoulder.
“I was just going to ask if you needed some help,” Steve admitted, you let out a deep sigh and nod, wiping away the sweat and tears. “It’s a good thing I showed up, huh?” he tried to lighten the mood, which you normally would lean into but you just stared blankly at the super-soldier, turning and giving him orders, to which he sighed and got to work on.
Steve didn’t tell you he didn’t know how to cook, so what should have been stress-free time, turned into a stressful kitchen again with arguing… and Tony smiling watching as the others did too.
“What kind of man doesn’t know how to cook frozen roast potatoes?” you asked, Steve rolled his eyes. “You’ve been unfrozen for how long? Don’t you cook at your place?” you asked bitterly.
“I’ve been saving New York, thank you,” Steve crossed his arms. “That doesn’t leave a lot of time to learn or remember how to cook,” he simply stated, with a slightly raised voice, you rolled your eyes at him. “Plus my girlfriend cooks all the bloody time, hardly allows anyone else in the kitchen,” he defended, you narrowed your eyes.
“Don’t blame me!” you yell. Tony was having the best time, praying you use a similar line as to what his mum or dad you used to say. “Any real man knows how to cook, Steve. It’s not difficult, you try to be a real man some time, it would be a nice change from this,” everyone was silent, the bubbling on the stove filling the tension. “Now this is a real Stark Thanksgiving”, Tony sang to himself.
The dinner table was silent, Tony had joined the dinner along with Pepper and Jane. Everyone ate quietly; maybe they didn’t want to see you and Steve to argue again, something that they never really got to see before. “Thanks for the potatoes, (Y/N),” Pietro muttered, you nodded with a smile, everyone muttered an agreement.
“Why so many anyway?” Bucky asked staring in confusion at the assortment of the potatoes, you let out a sigh. “I don’t even like potatoes,” he muttered. You glared at Steve’s best friend, who nudged him and Bucky coughed. “I mean, I didn’t before but now I do,” he grinned, placing some mashed potatoes in his mouth, earning a laugh from everyone, including you.
“We really are thankful for this (Y/N),” Steve nudged you lightly, you smiled and nodded. “Maybe next time we’ll all bring our own potatoes,” he chuckled as everyone nodded.
“Next time we’re having pizza,” you tell them honestly, and Tony held his drink up to that.
“Best Thanksgiving- I cannot wait for Christmas,” he cheers, causing you to let out a long groan before nodding.
(Sorry its hella long. Get your Christmas requests in NOW. Remember you can request; imagines, ships and one shots by myself and Angie - Rosalee)
Sirius knew something was wrong the instant he walked in on Remus. The way the man was sitting on their sofa in the shared flat seemed different, and Sirius could almost feel the waves of emotion hitting Remus. The ‘waves’ only reached Sirius’ toes, of course, while they must have crashed over Remus like a tsunami.
Entering the room cautiously, he sat on the recliner across from Remus’ sofa. “Are you doing alright?” Sirius questioned. He knew the full moon was coming soon, and he figured that might be the reasoning behind Remus’ mood and odd behavior.
Remus shook his head, covering his face with his hands. The ring on his finger shined in the glow of the fire, and Sirius couldn’t help but feel a little burst of pride that he got whenever he saw the engagement ring on Moony’s finger. His attention turned back to his face, though, when he heard the broken sigh come from Remus.
“Oh Merlin.” He murmured softly, moving to sit beside Remus on the sofa and putting an arm around him to comfort him. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, we’re going to get through this, I promise.” Sirius whispered softly, trying his best.
“No, we’re not going to get through this, because I can’t marry you.” Remus sharply retorted. Sirius felt a shock much more powerful than any hex he’d ever been on the other side of. He moved his arm from Remus’ back, blinking back tears. No, he wasn’t going to cry, it was going to be fine, but… why wouldn’t he want to get married?
Sirius got up from the couch so he could go and clean himself up, heading to the upstairs bathroom to give Remus some space. Fuck, his chest burned with the realization that Remus didn’t like him. Tears were flowing freely down his face now that he was in the privacy of his room. His and Remus’ shared room. But nonetheless, his. Why would Remus say such a thing? Had he fallen out of love?
Sirius looked up at himself in the mirror and tried to see what Remus saw. A broken young man, with no career, and just an old home to his name. Oh. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, eyes sliding closed. A knock came upon the door and he glanced over to the bedroom door a few feet away.
“Please, don’t cry, I didn’t mean that. Pads, I’m… I’m nervous, and I’m afraid I’m not good enough for you. You’re so funny and talented and-” The door opened quickly in the middle of his sentence, startling Remus. Sirius looked absolutely broken, and Remus could hardly believe he did that to his soon-to-be husband. He took a steadying breath and then pulled him in for a hug.
“I love you, I really do love you a lot, I’m just afraid I’m going to fuck something up. You know how I am, when everything goes to plan I mess it up.” He laughed harshly. Sirius put his arms around Remus, holding him tightly.
“Hey. It’s okay. We’re both broken. I thought you’d fallen in love with someone else.” Sirius told him truthfully, gently running his hand through Remus’ curly hair and then pressing his lips to the crook of his neck.
“There could never be anyone else I love more than you, Sirius Lupin.” Remus whispered quietly. Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed together, and then he realized what Remus had said.
“I thought you were taking my name, you dork.” SIrius responded, laughing at Remus as he pulled out of the hug.
“Maybe we should hyphenate.” Remus suggested, smiling at Sirius now. “Remus Lupin-Black and Sirius Lupin-Black.”
“Actually, I’d be okay with just taking your name. Sirius Lupin sounds lovely.”
There’s no reason to be afraid of eating fats—as long as they’re the right fats.
Oleic acid, a compound in avocados’ healthy monounsaturated fats (MUFAs), may trigger your body to actually quiet hunger. Stick to a quarter or a half of an avocado and watch that belly fat melt away. The creamy fruit is also packed with fiber and protein.
Lean sources of protein help you feel full without adding fat. However, 50% of women ages 18 to 50 don’t know if they get enough of this essential nutrient.
Up your intake with salmon; it’s a leaner choice than red meat and is chock-full of MUFAs to boot. A 2001 study found that dieters eating a MUFA-rich diet lost an average of 9 pounds, while their low-fat diet counterparts gained, on average, 6.
Brown rice is a heartier, fiber-packed alternative to less-than-super white rice. A half-cup serving contains 1.7 grams ofResistant Starch, a healthy carb that boosts metabolism and burns fat.
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Just one pear packs 15% of your daily recommended amount of fiber. One study found that women who ate three pears a day consumed fewer calories and lost more weight than those who didn’t. Ditch the peeler though; the skin is where all that filling fiber is hiding!
Resveratrol, the famed antioxidant found in grape skin, stops fat storage. Studies show that moderate wine drinkers have narrower waists and less belly fat than liquor drinkers. Downing a glass can boost your calorie burn for a good 90 minutes.
Even if you changed nothing else about your diet, eating half a grapefruit before each meal may help you lose up to a pound a week!
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Nuts are another superfood rich in healthy fats that help you slim down.
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Bananas are a slimming superfood at the heart of Health’sCarbLovers Diet. A slightly green, medium-size banana will fill you up and boost your metabolism with its 12.5 grams of Resistant Starch. Even a ripe banana still ranks high on the list of foods containing RS, with almost 5 grams.
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Chocolate lovers, rejoice! A nibble of dark chocolate here and there can slow down digestion so you feel full longer and eat less at your next meal.
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At only 59 calories, you may not expect much from an orange, but thanks to a hefty dose of fiber, it ranks highest among fruits on a list of 38 filling foods put together by Australian researchers. Feeling full can help you eat less throughout the day.
True, potatoes are high in carbs, but they are three times as filling as a slice of white bread, and top all the foods on the same satiety index as oranges. Plus, potatoes are also rich in Resistant Starch, which helps your body burn fat.
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Plus, at only 95 calories for more than 80 nuts, you can enjoy them guilt free.
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