so much mac and cheese!!

TJeff and Mads is my problematic OTP

This is a sketch that got way out of hand. I just wanted to draw Jefferson in sweats ;-;

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Foodie Friday: Josh’s Baked Macaroni and Cheese

*Note: I was taught from a young age to cook by feel. As a result, my recipes and my family’s recipes often don’t come with measurements. Adjust as you need to until you reach the flavors, aromas, and textures that appeal to you!

-Flour (all purpose)
-Pasta of your choice (I grew up with elbow pasta, but sometimes use cavatappi), cooked - reserve a little of the pasta water
-Sea Salt and fresh black pepper
-Colby Jack Cheese, grated
-Sharp Cheddar Cheese, grated
-Romano Cheese, grated
-Garlic, grated or minced
-Dry breadcrumbs (my family tended to buy Italian style breadcrumbs from the store, but I now substitute by using stale bread and running it in the food processor with parsley, oregano, garlic powder, rosemary, salt, and pepper)
-Bacon, cooked and crumbled

1) Preheat your oven to 350 degrees (Fahrenheit). In a pot, completely melt down butter. Stir in an equal amount of flour, and continue stirring until it becomes a thick clump. Allow this roux to cook for a few seconds before gradually adding milk. Add the milk in small amounts, stirring constantly to get rid of clumps, and cooking for a few seconds before additions (this process will allow the flour taste and texture to be cooked out of the sauce).

2) When the sauce is just thick enough to coat the back of a spoon, give it a taste. If there is still a flour texture and taste, allow it to cook for another minute, stirring occasionally. If it doesn’t, your bechamel sauce is ready to be seasoned. Stir in salt, pepper, thyme, oregano, parsley, bacon, and grated garlic. Allow the flavors to mingle for a bit. (Bonus points if you incorporate a little bit of the rendered fats from the bacon; though less healthy, it adds great flavor!)

3) Gradually stir in the cheeses until fully melted and incorporated into the sauce, starting with the soft Colby Jack, moving next to the Romano, then to the sharp cheddar. Starting with the softer cheeses gives a better foundation to the sauce and helps to prevent the harder cheeses from separating as they melt.

4) When your cheese sauce is fully mixed, toss in the pasta and stir to coat. If the sauce is too thick to evenly coat the pasta, add some of the reserved pasta water to thin it out a little.

5) Transfer your macaroni and cheese into a casserole dish and coat the top with the breadcrumbs. Place this into the preheated oven and bake until the breadcrumbs are golden brown and evenly toasted.

6) Serve hot with a parsley garnish! Excellent for potlucks and parties!

Magical Ingredient!

One of the things I love about being  a witch and a cook here on the Central Coast is the fact that I can practice my spirituality freely while also experiencing a lovely culinary culture of diversity. Strawberry festivals, clam festivals, Farmers’ Markets, various restaurants… We seem to have everything because of our mild climate. But one of the culinary events of the region that really gets talked about in the kitchen is the annual Mac and Cheese Festival in Avila.

Some of my friends simply want to go and eat a lot of macaroni and cheese, while others want to compete. I personally don’t compete - I ate a lot of boxed macaroni and cheese growing up so I don’t have that much of a love for mac and cheese. However, baked macaroni and cheese when cooked right is a wonderful comfort food, and when I can get past the memories of processed neon cheese and noodles, I turn to one of several family favorites to bake off and share.

To the chef and to the witch, herbs are a staple. They are needed to lift a dish or spell, to give energy and vibrancy, and in both magic and cooking, they have specific purposes. My macaroni and cheese certainly has a few herbs in it, giving it a more complex flavor than cheese and pasta can achieve on their own. Of the herbs I add to this dish, perhaps thyme is my favorite.

Thyme has a long history in magic due to the fact that it grows fairly easily in Mediterranean climates. It is native to Europe, and has developed a very positive reputation in both magic and cooking.

As an example of how long thyme has been in use, one needs look no further than Sumeria, roughly 3000 BCE. There, it was used as an antiseptic. Later on, the Romans associated thyme with strength and courage, as well as feminine beauty.

The association with strength and courage was prominent enough that oil infused with thyme would be massaged into the feet of Roman soldiers to grant them those qualities. In addition, they would add it to their bathwater when they bathed to give them energy and vigor. Due to the Romans’ love of the herb, it spread where they went, reaching northern Europe and the British Isle.

By the time the medieval period rolled around, thyme could be found growing wild throughout mainland Europe, the British Isle, and Ireland. During this feudal period, thyme became part of tokens offered to favored knights and soldiers, sometimes woven into scarves to help grant a knight strength and bravery during contest or war.

In the Scottish highlands, thyme would be brewed into an herbal tea to not only give some comfort in the cold weather but also to stave off nightmares. So in addition to thyme’s association with strength and courage, it had developed a protective role.

Thyme was not limited to strength, courage, and protection, however. In ancient Egypt, thyme was used to help in the embalming process, and throughout Europe it would sometimes be added to coffins to help aid the spirit in reaching the afterlife.

In faerie tradition, thyme is an excellent herb for attracting faeries to the garden. It’s wonderful scent, petit leaves, and pleasant flowers draw them in and promote a happy relationship between the witch and fae.

Today, thyme is used in witchcraft for a variety of reasons. It has retained its association with courage and bravery, and is used in everything from sachets and poppets to jars and baths for that purpose. It continues to be used in faerie magic both for attracting faeries and for communicating with them.

When cleansing, thyme is an herb that can be used as a smoke cleanser when the super strength of rosemary or sage isn’t needed - it’s for more mild negative energy and emotion such as that which lingers after a family tragedy, minor arguments, and sickness.

Thyme’s association with death also makes it a useful herb during the Samhain season and for use during divination intended to communicate with the dead, as well as making it helpful as an offering to ancestors.

Meanwhile, the herb’s feminine associations make it particularly well suited as an incense or offering to deities such as Freya and Aphrodite. It can be used in glamour spells or in herbal teas to promote beauty, confidence, and happiness - or if taken before bed, to dispel nightmares and promote peaceful sleep.

Thyme does have antiseptic properties, and its oil is useful for relieving congestion when added to a diffuser. When used in a massage oil, it can help relieve symptoms of rheumatoid arthritis, aches, pains, and athlete’s foot. Taken as an herbal tea, it can help discourage parasites such as lice or the aforementioned athlete’s foot. The same tea can be used as a hair wash for the same purpose.

In the kitchen, thyme is one of those herbs that is excellent for just about anything. It is most often used for savory dishes - meats and stews - but pairs very well with more umami based foods such as roasted tomatoes. But its usefulness also extends toward more sweet foods - thyme honey is a kitchen favorite, and when thyme is mixed with honey and paprika, it can make for an excellent spread to accompany grilled cheese sandwiches! The magical associations of the herb can be extended toward any food that it is cooked into.

I mentioned above that my macaroni and cheese is most often an indulgence for me - a comfort food for parties and potlucks. I use thyme in that recipe to promote happiness (like in a sweetening spell) and to give my friends and family strength. I’ll also sometimes pair thyme with tomato broth to encourage love and peace… honestly, the uses are near endless!

Consider the role thyme may play in your life. How can it help strengthen you or help you through transitions? You may be surprised as to the power held in this little mountain flower!

May all your meals be blessed! )O(

Another TFLN Meme

[text]: Just please try not to piss _____ off, I really can’t afford to find a new drug dealer again
[text]: Well I’ve made a drinking game out of the Wiggles but I think I’ve got this babysitting thing down
[text]: Haha never eat brownies from a guy with batman pajamas
[text]: He puked in the middle of it and I still wasn’t disappointed.
[text]: alcohol and riverdancing are a dangerous mix. have a sprained ankle. i die now
[text]: Psycho is an understatement. U were running around the house screaming I’M UNDER THE IMPERIOUS CURSE
[text]: This ER has an aquarium in it!!!
[text]: I’m fucking a man old enough to be my father who is also dating my boss. What have you done with your life?
[text]: You should hear the lecture my mom just gave me about cooking pizzas when I’m drunk because “I could have died”.
[text]: He’s tying my arms above my head and all I can think is that I should’ve shaved my armpits
[text]: You guys bombarded us in the bathroom and that kid whipped his dick out and peed in the sink.
[text]: i have a feeling he has a nice dick. i can just sense it.
[text]: anyone who buys me chipotle gets an automatic hj
[text]: Someone said we’re out of ice. You collapsed on the spot and started sobbing, saying ‘but where will all the polar bears live”. That drunk.
[text]: I ordered a million chicken go wraps and they gave me five. Even when I’m drunk I can count to a million and know its not five. They fucked me.
[text]: He woke me up at 5am to recite nursery rhymes to our fictitious unborn child.
[text]: I need you to be best friend brutally honest about whether or not I can go into public like this.
[text]: At what point in my life was I not hugged enough to be on my fourth walk of shame in half as many weeks?
[text]: Quick question. What’s the protocol on going back to a bar after going home with one of their bartenders?
[text]: Go back and try to find another to go home with.
[text]: I will gladly accept you into my home with open legs.
[text]: Ah, but I don’t wear underwear. Every day is Commando Wednesday.
[text]: I found an industrial strength sharpie in the drawer so I started writing BONER JAM 2014 on everyone’s foreheads so they kicked me out
[text]: This love triangle bullshit is getting out of hand. It’s now a love polygon and I want out
[text]: You pretty much lost your mind. Your ego has gotten ten time the size of your balls.
[text]: There’s so much mac and cheese stuck to my foot right now
[text]: Just told myself the phrase “You’re not THAT single” while dressing myself
[text]: who are you and why are you in my phone as Dr. Seuss
[text]: so explain to me why i woke up in jail this morning
[text]: you tried to order a margarita mcflurry and when they said they didn’t make those you tried to call 911
[text]: all i remember is you climbed in a garbage can and said you were trashed
[text]: not sure how we got back down, broken rib says we didn’t use stairs
[text]: I wonder if wearing only a tiara counts as being clothed.
[text]: Some lady just walked up to me in the bar and proclaimed that I looked like a “shady motherfucker.” Can’t argue with that one.
[text]: thanks for bringing me home and putting me in my bed. the pillow fort your built around me is also appreciated.
[text]: I just sneezed alcohol in a candle and started a fire.

anonymous asked:

So,I'm new in the Hamilton fandom and I have one question. Why everyone says that John is obsessed with tourtles (same with Thomas and mac n' cheese)???

welcome to the fandom! run away while you still can

i wont say John is obsessed per se, i think, he just really likes drawing them (you can read more here

as for TJeffs and mac n cheese, he brought that from France, he liked it so much he invented/designed the first mac n cheese machine thing, he also has his own recipe that no one but him seems to like 

i hope that covers a bit of your confusion!

Shall I compare the to a Summers day?

“Well thinking about it your more winter and storms” he said

“Oh well thanks for that, Ill just go cook up a storm shall I, Spag Bol dear?” I asked him

“Um only if you use my recipe, the one WITH the celery… your not going to use my recipe are you? The puppy eyes were out, the sad face he gives when the world is not going his way

“No dear I thought we’d try my recipe” Oh god the little shit was giving it his best performance 

“but as you seem so against the idea.” I felt  like I was about to commit treason by not doing his recipe

“Ill do my Mac and cheese you love so much, OK?”

“Ok” came the sullen reply him still looked like a smacked puppy.

“Maybe a pudding for after, would help cheer you up?” I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster, knowing full well what he was after.

“Now you’re talking, How about your mums recipe for that sponge pudding, the steamed one she calls Red Cap?” and his eyes lit up.

“If it stops you sulking Ill do it.” The trouble with living with a actor is you never quite know when you are being had. I could hear him now as he wondered off to his office to answer his mail, whistling happily.

@abfoster1s @antyc67 @archy3001 @angryschnauzer @ancientfinnishgoddess @anovinebo @aggro-femme @damageditem @heathermc13 @booksandcatslover @peskipixi @eve1978 @sf0206 @tinaferraldo @tomhiddleston-kikibfairy @tomforachange @tomkurbikston @quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks @the-haven-of-fiction @the-lady-mischief @prplprincez @marveloznerd @izhunny @maevecurrywrites @echantedbytwh @lostinspace33 @oeffsee @ourladybinxthings @lolawashere @larouau12 @dorito82 @mrshiddelston @servent-alearika @siyoteodiara @frenchblondgirl @bluegrasscontessa @feelmyroarrrr

I just….like the idea of older sheith, like, way older when they’re probably in their 60’s, going on 70’s and both of them live in a house where they have numerous large dogs and prissy cats because Keith loves his little felines so much -“Keith, Mac and Cheese are sleeping on Eggsy again” “He’s fluffy let them be”- and Shiro’s this dude who probably saves drawings of him and his team from his little fans from all over the world inside albums because he has a lot and loves going through them when they don’t have to plant their garden during spring

And, and Keith has young and eager Galrans or half-Galrans who would always want to have a talk with him because he used to be the red paladin who had been inside a weblum and was the best pilot he’s awesome and Keith just, loves talking to them too but the grump he is, he tries not to be too obvious but they know, they know he’s just messing with them when they could see him smiling fondly at them

(Shiro teases him about it, Keith shoots back by saying he’s old let him have this)

Oh, they have children.

Four, to be exact. One Galran who took over Shiro’s place as the Leader of the New Age that helps puts the universe back together, another Galra who becomes part of the Force too and she’s much fiercer than her brother that Shiro used to prevent her from biting her brother when she’s still teething.

(Draco still isn’t impressed everytime it’s brought up, Astoria shrugs and tells him she could still beat him in anything)

When Shiro and Keith went back to earth for, they’ve adopted twins, two girls who have jet black hair and lovely brown eyes that some people would’ve say they’re identical. But they can be told apart by the little birthmark that’s the shape of a fox’s head located on their hands; one has it one her right while the other has it on her left.

Keith puts up the family photos on the wall of their Earth House, and when his son and daughter comes to visit, they coo at the sight of their tiny new sisters.

(thank god to Shiro’s ability to think far ahead, the two Galra doesn’t need to duck their heads when they visit as they get older, lest they’ll bumped their heads into the door frame)

Sometimes, Mei and Kim visits their siblings up there in their Space House and they’ll tell how their parents are doing if Shiro and Keith get too tired to travel, and how it’s going okay with both of them

(“oh, Papa’s riling up Dad again, I think he’s bored” “yeah, one time Dad almost threw his sponge at Pa because he couldn’t stop poking him when he’s doing dishes” “they have a dishwasher why would they wash by hands” “because they’re sentimental like that Draco you idiot”)


I just, Astoria having a video chat with her dads when suddenly she goes all fidgety and of course, both of them notice and immediately went all suspicious that she blurts out she’s having babies that they just

Stare at her. Keith almost choked on his coffee and “Dad please don’t die yet” Shiro is crying and demanding that he’s going to visit them up there or so help him

Just………domestic sheith y'all

The Upper Hand: Jefferson x Reader {Part 3}

Part 1 | Part 2

Hamilton - Modern AU (Law School) 

Jefferson x Reader

2404 words

Hey, guys! I just wanted to say wow I can’t believe people are actually reading this and, even more shocking, you actually like it! I’m having a blast writing this and the feedback I’ve been getting is super awesome. I hope you enjoy part 3!

Originally posted by yummyfoooooood

With a groan Thomas throws the pen on his desk and rubs his eyes, cursing Y/N and her ambitious, overworking, 110% effort personality. The pressure she is putting on him combined with his other classload is starting to get to him. The two had had a total of four meetings after that first one, and each time she reminded him how much this project was worth and the amount of effort he needed to put into it (he can recite her inspiring (in her opinion) speech with her at this point). Doesn’t she know that he already puts a lot of pressure on himself in his studies? He didn’t become the second-ranked student in their class of 500 by smoking joints and partying all weekend or playing hacky sack or whatever she thinks he does in his spare time.

Her accidental admission of her class ranking had surprised him. He always assumed that she was average, maybe slightly above, that Hammy or one of the other HamilDorks helped her with her homework. Perhaps Thomas could find it in him to respect her enough to accept her suggestions and opinions about their project. She had definitely shown him that she was worth her salt by correcting his misinterpretation of a statute and quoting several laws and precedented cases from memory, which all helped strengthen their defense. One of the HamilDorks is actually useful—surprise!

He groans again just as James walks past his open door. His best friend/roommate lets out a chuckle and leans against the doorframe.

“Having problems?”

Thomas throws another pen against the wall over his desk, disappointed that it didn’t puncture a hole in the wall. “Yup.”

“Let me guess,” James says. “The little milkmaid from Kansas made another schedule for your case?”

For some odd reason, James’ condescending tone creates a little tickle of irritation in Thomas’ chest. His mind conjures an image of Y/N pulling her hair into a ponytail as she leans over her notes, her teeth working her rose-colored bottom lip as she concentrates. “She’s from Nebraska, James.”

“Does it matter?” he scoffs. “I think she needs to pull that stick out of her ass and relax. You’re top in the class. You’ll get it done no problem.”

Thomas clenches his fist and struggles to keep his voice even. “Perhaps you should focus on starting your own project, James. You know Hercules Mulligan isn’t going to be much help.”

He doesn’t see James furrow his eyebrows in thought, wondering why he is suddenly defending Y/N instead of joining in on making fun of her.

“You’re right,” James mutters after a pregnant pause. “Aren’t you supposed to be meeting with her tonight?”

In a panic, Thomas checks his watch, realizing that he’s lost track of time. It’s already eight. “Oh, shit!” he yells, hurriedly gathering his case papers and defense notes and shoving them into his bag. James thoughtfully observes Thomas as he quickly grabs a jacket and pulls on his shoes. His friend pauses in front of the mirror, runs a hand over his shortly cropped beard, and swats at a few rogue curls.

Thomas pushes past his roommate and jogs to the door, pulling it open hurriedly when his phone rings. He answers it, standing in the doorway to their two-bedroom apartment. His eyebrows meet in a frown as he listens to the person on the other end.

“What? The library is closed? Why? … Water pipe maintenance? Sounds like a bunch of—sorry… Uh, I don’t know where else to go. A lot of the local restaurants close at nine, so that would only give us an hour of work… Yeah, I know we need to keep on schedule.”

James appears in Thomas’ peripheral vision and clears his throat to grab Thomas’ attention. “I’m going to Aaron Burr’s for the evening to study for the Theories of Civil Law exam tomorrow,” he announces.

Thomas nods, his face brightening just enough for James to notice. “Okay, how about we work at my place? Madison is gone for the evening so he won’t distract us… Perfect! Let me give you the address…”

“This is where you live?” you ask, following Jefferson into the living room. “This is so…normal.”  

He laughs and motions for you to sit on either of the mismatched  couches (one dark brown leather, the other a god-awful blue and green plaid—you choose the leather). On the light wood coffee table are pens, pencils, and highlighters, along with a variety of sweating unopened root beer and orange soda cans. The perpendicular couches face a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall. Under the TV is a long thin table with what looks like an XBOX, a Wii, and two ugly red and black striped vases.

“What did you expect?” he asks, smirking. “Designer décor? An open floor plan with hardwood floors? A bear skin rug? A roaring fireplace and a wet bar? Four-car garage?”

You shrug. “I dunno. I heard you lived in France for a couple of years, so maybe baguettes and wine? Miniature Eiffel Tower sculptures?”

“Actually, these—” he gestures to the two red and black vases under the TV— “did come from France. What do you think?” he asks excitedly.

Should you tell him your real opinion or lie through your teeth? He looks so innocently happy, like a kid who made a picture frame made of macaroni noodles for their parent. You can’t squash on that kind of pure, unadulterated pride.

“They’re very nice,” you say politely.

“You hate them.” He shrugs. “You’re from Nebraska. What do you know about taste?”

Instead of yelling at him for insulting you and your home state like you would have a week ago, you laugh. Your amiability shocks both of you, and your laughter quickly dies on your lips. Awkward silence. He shoves one hand into his jeans pockets and rubs the back of his neck with the other. You smooth your skirt and lick your lips, looking anywhere but at him or his red French vases.

“So…” Jefferson finally breaks the silence. “I think we have everything we need here. Help yourself to a soda. Unless you want something else to drink?”

You shake your head. “Oh, no thanks. This is fine.”

“Okay. Let’s get to work.” He takes a seat on the other couch and spreads out his defense notes.

The two of you alternately bounce ideas off each other and work in silence for the next hour. You discovered that sitting on the carpeted floor and using the coffee table as a desk is more comfortable than leaning over it while sitting on the couch around the twenty minute mark. He realized that chugging two root beers and one orange soda leads to a lot of bathroom breaks halfway through the orange soda. You both found out that listening to a classical study mix on Pandora through his TV increased productivity after he yelled at you for humming an obnoxious popular hip-hop song you’d listened to on the way over.

“Do you have any more pieces of paper?” you ask after an hour of note-taking and paging through your textbooks.

He looks over the table as if he expects it to be there, frowning when he doesn’t see any. “I thought I brought some out…”

“All I see are pens and highlighters here.”

“I have some paper in my room.” He pulls his long legs out from under the coffee table and stands, groaning as he stretches his muscles. “Ahhh, man, you should really get up and stretch. We’ve been sitting too long.”

He disappears down the hall toward his and Madison’s rooms as you push yourself to your feet, echoing his groans. You start walking, slowly, across the living room floor, stepping over books and your backpack and your shoes, when you hear a crash and Jefferson’s strangled yelp. It sounded like a rainstorm.

Curious and concerned, you follow the sound of his cursing down the hall and into the bedroom on the left. You clap a hand over your mouth as you try to stop the laughter at the scene in his room. Jefferson glares at you, lying prostrate on the floor, partially buried under an avalanche of hundreds of boxes of mac ‘n’ cheese. His closet door reveals another hundred identical boxes stacked on high shelves.

“What on earth…” You shake your head, your shoulders shaking as you try to hold in your laughter. “I have so many questions.”

He curses again and sits up, pushing macaroni boxes off of him. “I can’t believe my precious betrayed me..” he murmurs breathlessly.

“Okay, first question. Why do you have so much boxed mac ‘n’ cheese? This is really unhealthy.”

“Um, excuse you?” Jefferson leaps to his feet, indignant, and begins pacing back and forth in front of you. He reminds you of Washington when he gets really passionate during a lecture.

“Macaroni and cheese is the food of the gods. This is the perfect food for any occasion—birthday, Christmas, christenings, job interviews, bad days, good days, you name it! It should be everyone’s comfort food. It’s cheesy goodness with soft pasta, carbs and dairy, so it’s totally healthy. It’s easy to make—takes less than fifteen minutes. Plus, I memorized the directions so I don’t even have to look at the box. Are you impressed yet?”

“You are insane.” You look over the boxes in disbelief. “How much did this all cost?”

“I buy it in bulk, so less than you think.” His smile widens as he nods eagerly.

“Why was it in your closet?”

“Not enough room in the kitchen cupboards. Madison hates it anyway, so he told me to keep it out of his sight. I have another box of boxes under my bed, too.”

You suddenly realize that you are standing in his bedroom. You take in the décor, the grey-and-white-striped comforter on the bed, the magenta throw pillow, the Eiffel Tower poster hung over his side table, the bookshelf full of books (lots about France and one curiously titled The Miracle of Macaroni and Cheese: Variations of the Best Comfort Food), the desk in the corner strewn with textbooks, papers, and writing utensils. Above his desk handwritten notes, printed quotes, and pictures have been taped or tacked to the wall.

“That’s my Wall of Inspiration,” he says, and you realize he’s been watching you as you look around his room. You take a step closer and read quotes about success and hard work from Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., and Steve Jobs before finding one printed on magenta paper in a large, fancy script:  

Nothing can stop the man with the right mental attitude from achieving his goal; nothing on earth can help the man with the wrong mental attitude.

That’s really true, you think, wondering who wrote it. You read the author’s name in smaller print under the quote:

–Thomas Jefferson

“Ha! You quoted yourself on your Wall of Inspiration? That’s a lot of ego, Jefferson.”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.”

You shake your head at him reproachfully but you can’t knock the satisfied smirk off his face. His inflated sense of self makes you want to slap him but you also kind of admire him for it. He believes in himself and his abilities. He is comfortable in his own skin and doesn’t care about what other people think about him, which is evident by the magenta T-shirt with the words Qu’est-ce que j’ai raté? You find yourself secretly wishing that you had half the confidence he had.

Beside his quote on the Wall of Inspiration is a picture of Jefferson and a pretty girl with long curly hair and sunkissed skin. She is smiling at the camera, her nose crinkling cutely as Jefferson kisses her cheek. His girlfriend, you realize. You feel the smile on your face fade.

“That’s a cute picture,” you say, trying to act normal. “Who is she?”

His eyebrows move closer together as he follows your finger to the picture. “Oh, that’s Martha,” he says tersely, as if that answers your question. Technically it does, but it also produces more questions. Is she his girlfriend? Are they broken up? Why is she still on the wall? Is she around? Why haven’t you seen her around?

Wait, it’s none of your business, why do you care? It’s not like you like Jefferson. He’s an insufferable, overconfident jerk who wears too much magenta and has insulted you too many times for you to ever like him as anything more than a classmate. That’s what you two are—classmates and partners on a school project. That’s it. There’s no way you could ever be attracted to him.

Almost as though he had heard your inner monologue, Jefferson bends down to begin picking up the boxes of mac ‘n’ cheese strewn across his floor. His jeans tighten around his ass, giving you a front-row view of how round and—for lack of a better word—perfect it is. You can see the muscles in his back as his magenta shirt stretches with his reach. How had you never noticed how fit he was? It was as if someone had given you glasses that suddenly cleared up your vision so you could notice small details that you hadn’t before. Like the swell of his biceps as he lifts a big cardboard box full of boxes of mac ‘n’ cheese back onto the top shelf of his closet. You’ve always been an arm girl, you admit to yourself as you admire his toned muscles.

He glances over his shoulder at you and smirks as if he can read your thoughts. You shake your head hard, clearing your mind.

“We should probably get back to work,” Jefferson says, holding out a blank yellow legal pad.

You nod dumbly and take the pad from him, cursing your face as it betrays you with a deep blush. The blood makes your face hot and pounds in your ears as you follow him back to the living room. You fan yourself with the pad when he isn’t looking. Now you can’t help but watch his muscles as he sits back down, his back against the plaid couch and his legs stretched out in front of him.

Shit, you think. This can’t be good.

today my mom got me and my sister a bunch of easy food to make since she womt be home to make dinner so we have like a box of macaroni and frozen taquitos and frozen chicken wings… an of all days i get stomaxh problems Today

this is pikachuphobia?

The dining hall is going to get really boring halfway through the semester. Most dining halls aren’t the best, but you could be lucky and go to a school with a great one. Usually universities have more than one option for places to eat, but I’m going to give you a few tips on how to eat when you really are just sick of the dining hall.

For Breakfast: 

  • BUY OATMEAL: I don’t care if you loathe oatmeal - Start loving it because you can buy a box of Quaker Oats packets that are fun flavors and eat them before class. You just stick them right in the microwave, and then you’re on your way. When you’re busy running out of your door eating granola bars, and then run out of those, and then run out of fruit for your nutri-bullet, and then also run out of yogurts in your mini fridge - OATMEAL will always be there, at the bottom of your food drawer, welcoming you home for a hot meal.
  • Other breakfast snacks mentioned above: Let’s face it, you’re not going to use your meal swipe for breakfast unless you are:

A.) a collegiate athlete and have to be up before 6am for lift or
B.) are going for brunch on a saturday/sunday morning solely for the unlimited orange juice for you hungover self and the man that makes customized omelets.

  • Buy yourself some high protein granola bars and if you’re bringing one of those tiny smoothie makers buy some fresh fruit from the local produce store/BUY FROZEN FRUIT (Remember to not make while your roommates are asleep, that’s just rude.) Yogurt + Granola is also a great option. IF YOU’RE A HUMAN THAT HAS TERRIBLE FOOD ALLERGIES LIKE ME and you just want to enjoy some granola in your life: Enjoy Life is a brand that is free from gluten, tree nuts, dairy, peanuts, eggs, soy, fish, and shellfish! How cool!
  • There’s also always your classic cereal and milk….I even heard about making eggs in the microwave? One of my hallmates my first-year did this, and she’s still alive.

For Tea/Coffee:

  • My roommate bought a french press. it’s a  way to make coffee without lugging a keurig into your dorm room/and might be cheaper since you wont have to buy k-cups, just a giant bag of coffee grounds. This also takes a lot of time though so if you need quick coffee a keurig might be your better option (You can buy single serve keurigs to take up less space). 
  • With the french press though you also need a hot water heater, or I guess you could heat water in the microwave, but the hot water heater is good for tea as well and it has an automatic shut off which is what most colleges look for so you don’t set fire to your residence hall. 

For Lunch:

  • You can keep a loaf of bread in your freezer and make sandwiches. If you’re a vegetarian like me you can buy Tofurkey bologna and use it to make your sandwiches. 
  • I was also fond of frozen chik’n nuggets, and garden burgers. Keep in mind you wont have a lot of space in your mini fridge with a roommate/or maybe two roommates, so choose what you keep in there wisely! You’ll make it work though. Me and my two roommates from first-year always piled our food in that mini fridge like it was our job! 
  • ORDER TAKEOUT: Most places in college towns will deliver right to your dorm! My hallmates sat in the hallway one day and ordered chinese food for lunch! This is also a great bonding experience. Knock on people’s dorms or peek your head in to open doorways and ask if they’d like to join you! You can do this with pizza too and even chipotle.
  • Eat at the cafe on campus or the burger place. My school had a place called The Chat that was for burgers and fries, sandwiches, hoagies etc! It was a better option for lunch, especially if you’re trying to eat quick between classes. Also the cafe on campus or local cafe down the road might have some small sandwiches or boxed meals that are also good for eating quick and on the go. 

For dinner: 

  • Okay, get this,  you can go to the dining hall and toast yourself a bagel, add creamcheese and then lettuce and tomato from the salad bar and voila you have a healthier and tasty sandwich if you’re not feeling rice pilaf, penne, and root vegetables for the third day in a row. Get crafty!
  • Go out to eat with your friends! This might be costly, try to make this for special occasions - like birthdays!!!  
  • Again you can order delivery with your hallmates/roommate(s).
  • The 24 hour diner nearby! My school was lucky to have a 24 hour diner across from campus, also great for those late night drunk cravings for cheese fries. 

For Snacks!: 

  • Okay this one is IMPORTANT. Find your snack for when you can’t get to the 24 hour diner for cheese fries at 2 am. Mine was salt and vinegar chips and also ramen. 
  • Ramen Ramen Ramen, I know you’re going to try to be healthy and not gain the freshman 15 but you will eat ramen when you’re hungry and out of snacks and your roommate offers you their last ramen. You will eat it, and you will love every second of it. (I actually may have cried a little, it happens. It’s okay). Also buy the Top Ramen kind not the Styrofoam cup kind because

B.) Top ramen is seriously so much better. 

  • You can get mac and cheese microwaveable cups AND if you go to your local walmart they sell microwaveable mashed potato cups that are only like 69 cents or something and I know these are bad for you but just INDULGE. You’re going to want that mac and cheese snack while typing away at your English 101 essay due the next day. 
  • A giant jar of peanut butter is a great thing to have!
  • POPCORN: my university advises against the popcorn button, watch your popcorn because if it burns then it will set off the fire alarms and force everyone out of their dorm rooms in their jammies at 1am. 
  • Something sweet whether it’s ice cream or oreos. You’re going to want it at some point. 
  • Pretzels are also a great salty snack to keep. 

Go have fun your first-year and don’t worry about the freshman 15! It doesn’t happen to everyone, and if you’re really worried then make time to be active and go to the gym. I believe in you. 

anonymous asked:

i love mac n cheese so much! it makes me really happy when i eat it and i always cook it when i am sad. do you have happy foods too?

Mac n cheese is so good!

I do have happy foods, I love mac n cheese too! If I am able to eat out and I am sad my happy food is sushi or any other Japanese food - I love most of it (I say most because I haven’t tried it all)!

Other mods, do you have happy foods?
Honey bears, what about y’all?

- Mod Kei