question the carrot

Ok real talk do Norwegians actually go around eating this many plain carrots without anything to dip them in? No hummus??? No ranch dip? And are baby carrots not a thing either? What about mixing it up with some celery sticks??These are important questions to add to the #carrot discourse 🥕🤔

possumpuppy said: to blondie’s fuck friend, what is a hairline?
donovan: your hairline is where the hair on your head meets your forehead and temples. your forehead is the part of your face above your eyebrows. hair, in this situation, means the fine threads made out of keratin growing from your scalp. let me know if ive lost you

soup-place said: I have questions for your characters are they good dudes or spicy ? Huh
donovan: what?
ian: im – im a good dude
jules: i can do both

poptart42 said: What’s Ian’s favorite thing to do in the rare/nonexistent instances where he feels safe?

nerbull said: Hi, @ Donovan, what kind of weather do you like?
donovan: love those huge thunder storms where it feels like the world might be ending. but, more practically, 75 degrees and sunny

Anonymous said: Can we see ians peen again
ians peen is on vacation and is not taking work calls

Anonymous said: Ian, I have a question, do u like jolly ranchers?? If so what flavor?? I like red n blue
ian: im not a fan. they make my teeth feel like theyre going soft. i can say, though, that purple is the worst

fart-czar said: Hey Donovan, Do you have romantic feelings for Ian? Or do you just like him platonically, and occasionally bang for fun?
donovan: we fill each others needs pretty well. thats all i got

parq-stuff said: What are their favorite TV shows /cartoons?
ian watches bob ross & infomercials & cooking shows & like, boxing. or horse racing. mostly to just have some noise & something to watch without having to concentrate. donovan watches bob ross & cooking shows with ian & tries to get him to laugh. he also likes true crime shows. he starts series on netflix but never finishes them. jules watches all the good shit u kno it👍👍👌👌✌

strusork said: How many things has Ian eaten (or atrempted to eat) that he shouldn’t
hes eaten at least one dumpster hotdog. he ate a donut he found in the grass as a dare. once he was walking past an outdoor restaurant patio & there were two half-full glasses of riesling on a table & he drank them & nobody noticed. he ate some questionable carrots, also out of a dumpster, because he thought eating some vegetables would make him feel better, but they didnt

asdclaptrap said: yeah. what’s ian’s relationship with his parents? ive always been curious.
ian is not in communication with his parents and has not been for several years. this is by his design

safeword-is-carrots  asked:

Hi could you help me? I think i might have bpd. I have for a while. But i want to make sure i dont wanna ask my family for help what if im wrong what if theres nothing really wrong with me. Please help.

Hi! I totally understand the feeling of being unsure about your symptoms. The best thing you can do now is try to search for symptoms online and see how much you relate to them. It’s not a great way of diagnosing, but definitely worth it before you go to your parents or seek help for it. 

Here are some (but not all) symptoms people with BPD might experience;

  • Impaired Emotional Control: excessive, poorly regulated emotional responses, especially anger, that change rapidly;
  • Harmful Impulsivity: impulsive behaviors that are harmful to you or to others, such as spending sprees, excessive use of alcohol or drugs, self-injurious acts (e.g., cutting), physically aggressive acts and sexual indiscretions;
  • Impaired Perceptions and Reasoning: suspiciousness, misperceptions, an unstable self-image, a poor sense of your identity, and difficulty in reasoning under stress;
  • Disrupted Relationships: tumultuous relationships with a person close to you that vary from extreme fear of abandonment to episodes of excessive anger and the desire to get away from that person.

If you experience a large sum of these, I would definitely try to talk to your parents about it. You can tell them you’re not sure about it either, and that you would like to look into it more, and I’m sure they’ll understand!
If you have any more questions, feel free to shoot us a pm!

-Mod Bunny

@weasllys replied to your post“Ok but I was always taught to peel away from myself tho. Like, that’s…”

plus if you look closely Sana’s mom is also peeling it away from herself

@skeletondragonsorceress replied to your post“Ok but I was always taught to peel away from myself tho. Like, that’s…”

I think it can depend on the type of blade too. I was taught away from myself, but my mom does it towards herself all the time, so who knows?

@labourgeotte replied to your post“Ok but I was always taught to peel away from myself tho. Like, that’s…”

lol I dut away but peel towards. But I’m a southpaw so I do everything weird

LOL. As if this is my take away from this clip but seriously though. If you catch your thumb with that blade it’s going to hurt. That’s why you peel away from yourself, even with a peeler. I mean some people (like me) like to live on the edge and peel towards ourselves but I’m pretty sure away is safer… even if towards feels like it gives you more control.

It may be a reach but I’m going to say that was intentional. Like @weasllys pointed out, Sana’s mum was cutting away from herself and she laughed when Sana was all ‘my husband will cook’. Then we have Sana’s crush, this older guy that looks so confident in the kitchen. So confident he feels the need to explain to Sana how to best peel carrots, like it’s the most fucking smooth thing in the world. But he’s the one fucking doing it wrong and the most dangerous way. 

There is only one...
  • If you could pick just one meal to eat for the rest of your life, what would it be?
  • Kimi Raikkonen: Salmon? Very Scandinavian…
  • If you could pick just one pizza topping what would it be?
  • KR: Tuna - to stick with the fish!
  • If you could pick just one holiday destination…
  • KR: Home. Who needs a holiday destination?
  • If you could pick just one track to race on…
  • KR: Spa, I guess.
  • If you could pick just one road car to drive…
  • KR: A Ferrari, of course. Any kind of Ferrari.
  • If you could pick just one race car to drive…
  • KR: Ferrari - the one I became world champion in (F2007).
  • If you could pick just one colour to wear…
  • KR: Black.
  • If you could pick just one sport to play…
  • KR: Motocross.
  • If you could pick just one song to listen to…
  • KR: Depends on the mood, so any! (Laughs) Or actually, the radio. So you see I’m not very sophisticated when it comes to music, but rather random.
  • If you could pick just one thing to drink…
  • KR: Water.
  • If you could pick just one book to read…
  • KR: I don’t read. No books for me.
  • If you could pick just one city to live in…
  • KR: My summer place. It has a name, but I’d rather not tell you more than that it is in Finland.
  • If you could pick just one movie to watch…
  • KR: Nothing in particular.
  • If you could pick just one person to live with…
  • KR: My family - I’m unable to choose just one.
  • If you could pick just one team mate…
  • KR: This one that I have now.
  • If you could pick just one fruit to eat…
  • KR: Banana.
  • If you could pick just one vegetable to eat…
  • KR: Carrots.
  • If you could pick just one mode of transport to use…
  • KR: Car - what else!
  • If you could pick just one F1 corner to drive…
  • KR: Eau Rouge.
  • If you could pick just one age to be…
  • KR: Any. I am super satisfied with my life so far.
  • If you could pick just one F1 era to race in…
  • KR: 1970s.
  • If you could pick just one band/singer to listen to…
  • KR: When I was young it was Guns N’ Roses - but that’s a bit of a long time ago.
  • If you could pick just one piece of exercise equipment to train with…
  • KR: If I could I would do Motocross for exercise - all the time.
  • If you could pick just one thing to collect…
  • KR: I don’t collect anything. It’s boring.
  • If you could wear just one type of footwear to wear…
  • KR: Shoes! (Laughs)
  • If you could pick just one type of chocolate or candy to snack on…
  • KR: Finnish candy.
  • If you could pick just one memory from your racing career to keep…
  • KR: When I won the championship.
  • If you could pick just one other race series to watch…
  • KR: I watch a lot of motorsport, but my favourite is Motocross. Does that come as a surprise?
  • If you could pick just one person to date…
  • KR: I don’t need to worry about that!

anonymous asked:

What is the weirdest euphemism for penis that you have read in fanfic? Mine is 'love carrot'

OHHH THIS IS A GOOD QUESTION (LOVE CARROT?!?!?!) I have one of my friends in my phone as Butt Pirate. Yankee Doodle was actually used once in a fic. It hurt so much. 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any good mug cake recipes?

oh my goodness. thank you for this question.

Carrot Coconut Mug Cake

Chocolate Brownie Mug Cake

Chocolate-Chip-Cookie Mug Cake

Coconut Mug Cake

Gooey Chocolate Mug Cake

Meyer Lemon Mug Cake

Microwave Cinnamon Rolls

Microwave Coconut Buns

Microwave Pumpkin Pie

Red Velvet Beetroot Mug Cake

Those are some recipes to start you off.

Here’s how to make up your own recipe.

You will need: 

at least half of an egg, ideally a whole one

something dry (coconut flour, nut flour, cocoa, desiccated coconut, ground flaxseed) OR a big tablespoon of softened cream cheese. I don’t know why this works but it does in a pinch

maybe some oil or melted butter, or other wet ingredients like greek yoghurt or coconut cream or mashed avocado or, indeed, more cream cheese

maybe some other flavours (sweetener, salt, cheese, lemon, vanilla, carrot, pumpkin, coconut, cream cheese, ginger, berries, cinnamon, olives, herbs, rosewater, matcha green tea powder, lavender, feta, garlic, pesto, anything you want)

and maybe some chunks (walnuts, other nuts, chocolate chips, fruit, vegetables, etc)

pick some ingredients that go together, and mix them up until the consistency is somewhere between a runny pancake mix and a less-runny brownie mix. (be prepared for a few kinda-average cakes before you find the perfect ratio of ingredients and attain the perfect cake.)

put on a topping if you want (cinnamon, sesame seeds, olives, cheese etc)

microwave for like a minute. sometimes less, occasionally more, depending on your microwave. if psyllium husk is anywhere in the mix, you might need to cook it a bit longer.

and maybe you want some icing! like, mascarpone or whipped cream or butter or aioli etc.

Now you have all of my secrets! Good luck :D

and if anyone else has a keto mug cake recipe or idea to add, please feel free!

Friend Wanted

Job Description: Talk to me about things that matter and also silly things and maybe give me music recommendations on the regular.
*Note - Theological discussion is welcomed and encouraged, but not required.

• All sexualities, ages, nations, and creeds welcome
• You don’t have to like Oreos per se, but you can’t hate on them either or this friendship will die
• Must not be creepy and/or an internet stalker disguised as a gentle fandom blog
• Kind :)

Sample Discussion Questions:
• Carrot Cake - Can we trust it?
• Thoughts on the live action Beauty and the Beast?
• How do you feel about bears?
• Are time zones really necessary I don’t understand
• What’s your favorite TV/Netflix show? Favorite music?
• Will the corn dog be America’s salvation or its downfall?
• What instrument should I learn to play and why?
• Do you believe in aliens?
• Etc

If you have any interest in this position, please respond by answering one of the sample questions or creating your own. Applications will be accepted indefinitely, and all applications should be sent either to my Tumblr messenger or my asks (especially if you would like your application to be published). Anons welcome.


Lazy days, Levi’s head pillowed on Erwin’s stomach and Erwin’s fingers carding through his hair. The grass prickles softly beneath their weight, sandwich crusts and empty bottles of lemonade scattered around as the last vestiges of the summer slip away. 

“That one looks like a heart,” Erwin murmured lazily, his hand reaching up languid to point at the sky, where puffy clouds skitter cotton-ball across the blanket of the sky. Levi doesn’t see it, he thinks the cloud in question looks like a carrot, but he smiles and snuggles back into Erwin’s stomach anyway, wondering if this is a preliminary indication to the ring box he can feel digging into his back through the pockets of Erwin’s coat.

Similar Words in English and French

I’m baaaaaaaack :D

The opposite of false friends, sort of.

Branch - La branche

Scissor - Les ciseaux

Chair - La chaise

To cross - Croiser

Bronze - Le bronze

Medal - La médaille

Construction - La construction

Blue - Bleu

Night - La nuit

Potato - La patate

Music - La musique

Instrument - L'instrument (f.)

Park - Le parc

Police - La police

Fire - Le feu

Card - La carte

River - La rivière

Dance - La danse

Passport - Le passeport

Tourist - Le/la touriste

Gas - Le gaz

Mask - Le masque

Paper - Le papier

Cream - La crème

Cat - Le chat

Tablet - La tablette

Art - L'art (m.)

Era - L'ère (f.)

Alcohol - L'alcool (m.)

Juice - Le jus 

Coast - La côte

To turn - Tourner

Parliament - Le parlement

Minister - Le ministre

Priest - Le prêtre

Tea - Le thé

Coffee - Le café

Question - La question

Nation - La nation

Carrot - La carotte

Verb - Le verbe

Cousin - Le/la cousin(e)

Uncle - L'oncle (m.)

Frontier - La frontière

Space - L'espace (m.)

Planet - La planète

To measure - Mesurer

Radio - La radio

Person - La personne

Lamp - La lampe

Alarm - L'alarme (f.)

Guitar - La guitare

I hope this encourages anyone that thought the two languages were too different to learn! Feel free to add other ones, because there are a ton! :)

A Night No One Will Forget (Part One)

Hey everyone! This is my first Zootopia fanfiction and I fell in love with this movie when I saw it. If you like the story, don’t hesitate to drop a message!

Dedicated to @northmelody and @faith-xx-love for being my main fangirls when there was no one else to fan with.


Judy Hopps smiled happily, her long ears perking up at the sight of the finished paperwork on her desk.

“Done!” she said triumphantly.

It was an early Friday evening and her week had been jam-packed with cases that with her partner, Nicolas Wilde, had managed to solve.

Judy had just finished packing up when the suave fox walked in. “You ready to go, Carrots?” he asked with a smirk. Judy rolled her eyes at the nickname but nodded. They said good night to Clawhauster, who was listening to Gazelle’s latest single, and walked out into the street.

“Well, goodnight Nick. I’m heading home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Judy grinned as she turned around. She hadn’t even taken a step when she felt his arm on her shoulder.

“Are you kidding me? Judy, it’s a Friday night.” he said turning her around to face him. “So?” she asked raising an eyebrow. “SO, you should be on your way to a party or a club…or both.” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Nick, as much as I would love to go out and party, we have work tomorrow-.” Nick interrupted. “Judy, we are on holiday for the weekend, and I know this because we decided to take leave at the same time.”

He gave her a mischievous smile. “C'mon, Carrots. It’ll be fun. I heard of this new club called ‘Radical’ that just opened up. The line will be long but I know a guy that works there. He’ll get us in, no biggie.”

“Nick, it’s sweet of you to offer but clubs aren’t really my thing…” Nick stared at her, his eyes wide.

“ But how can you deny the bass that vibrates your soul in the mosh pit? Or the sweet taste of strawberry shots going down your throat?”

Judy looked down, embarrassment radiating off her face. When it dawned on Nick, his eyes widened in surprise. “Judy, you’ve been in Zootopia for…what?..a year now? And you’ve never been to a club?”

“No….I’ve never been to one…and I don’t plan on going.” she replied angrily walking away. “Carrots, that’s not what I meant. C'mon, just one night of fun. If you hate it I’ll never take you to a club again.”

“Yeah, right.” she said sarcastically ,dodging two rhinos arguing about the weather. “Judy, I’m serious. Fox’s honour.” he said holding his hand across his heart. Judy sighed. He was never going to give up no matter how hard she resisted.

“Fine. One night.” she mumbled. His green eyes light up in excitement. “But, the second I feel uncomfortable, I’m leaving.” she said.

“Noted. Now let’s see, we need to get you a dress…”


The music blared from the speakers and the club was foggy from the smoke machines. Pink and green lights flashed on the dance floor. Judy bit her lip and tugged at the dress she was wearing.

It was a tight red number with sequins on the bust and hem. She had taken a seat at the bar and was waiting for Nick to return. He had gone over to thank his friend Mr Solomon Koko, a koala, the owner of the club.

Judy’s stomach nervously. “Nick, please come back soon.” she whispered under her breath. “Hey, you alright?” Judy’s head snapped up and realized the bartender was talking to her. He was a jaguar with bright green eyes and silky black fur.

“Yeah, I’m fine…just a little nervous.” she said shaking her sweaty paws. “Lemme guess, first time in a club?” he asked pouring some beer into a glass and sliding it to a giraffe. Judy groaned. “Is it that obvious?”

The bartender grinned. “Don’t worry, I know your buddy, Nick. He will help you. And for now I will keep you company.” he said pushing a glass of vivid pink liquid with a carrot in it towards her. “On the house.” he said with a friendly smile.

Judy took a cautious sip of the drink. It was sweet with a hint of berries. “What is this?” Judy asked taking another sip.

“Carrot Cosmopolitan. Rabbits do like carrots right? I’m sorry if I’m being biased-” Judy laughed. “No, it’s fine. I’ve gotten weirder questions.”

“Hey, Carrots! Sorry to have left you for so long. I see you’ve met friend Johnny.” Nick said patting Johnny on the back. “Good to see you Nick.”

Nick was wearing all black, making his muscles from training prominent and his teeth whiter. His emerald green eyes were bright under the dark lights. Just as Judy downed her drink one of Gazelle’s new song started to beat through the speakers and the crowd went wild.

“C'mon Cottontail. Let’s go dance.” Nick said taking her hand and leading her to the middle of the dance floor. Sweaty bodies rubbed against her and she felt boxed in.

“I don’t know Nick…I can’t dance very well-” Nick grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close. “Judy…” he whispered making a shiver run down her spine. When did he suddenly make her feel like this?

“Judy, you are a badass cop. You take down some of the most dangerous animals in Zootopia and you’re afraid to dance? he asked spinning her around. “Just let the music move you.” he said dipping her low and then pulling her close. Judy was grateful that the light were pink because she was blushing like a fire hydrant.

Judy started to get the rhythm and was soon dancing with the beat. Nick watched in amazement as she moved her body and getting lost in the music. The song had ended and was replaced with another fast one.

Judy hadn’t realized how hot she was until she felt her wet fur matted together at the base if her neck. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and freshen up while Nick went to the bar to get then a drink.

“Well, she’s quite something, Nick. I didn’t know you were the cute, bunny type.” Johnny said with a grin. “Don’t call her cute, Johnny. She will kill you. Oh ,and two waters.” Nick said opening his wallet and paying for the waters. “You have a good thing going on Nick. Judy sounds like a great girl. Just don’t screw it up.” Johnny chuckled. Nick rolled his eyes but a small smile creeped on his lips.

“Don’t worry, Johno. I don’t plan on it.”

anonymous asked:

There've been a lot of fics where beca is the one to have a baby for medical reasons. Could you do a fic, where instead of the usual sad reason, beca has their first kid because if she has to watch Chloe give birth first she'll chicken out and never go threw with it for herself

“Beca,” Chloe said, eying the way Beca was nervously fiddling with her fingers. “Spit it out.” 

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I was thinking about the baby carrots joke in the Sausage Party trailer (”They’re eating children!”) and not only is it not a very good joke, it demonstrates a fundamental misunderstanding of how baby carrots are made. They’re not carrots prematurely ripped from the ground, they’re cut and shaped from ugly, “unsellable” regular carrots. Which begs the question, weren’t those carrots sentient to begin with? Aren’t all baby carrots in the SP universe born of intense trauma, and wouldn’t they then already be aware of the cruelty humans can inflict?

And where does sentience begin in this universe? Does it begin when food is packaged? When it grows? Do the individual byproducts of a hot dog have sentience? Do they scream and wail as they are shoved together and mashed into a sausage casing? Do hot dog buns come alive in the oven? Are their first memories that of indescribably hot temperatures and being baked alive?

In the script, there’s a pizza that complains of its legs being eaten. When did the pizza gain a sense of self? Did its individual pepperonis, sauces, and cheeses have identities before they became the pizza? Does the pizza remember them? Or is the pizza more akin to a Hetalia country, where the personifications of countries have their own identities but are also aware of their citizens? Is pizza a country?

I fucking hate this movie.