spaghetti for brains

♡ hello my beautiful moon and sunbeams this is choco and christ on a bike i’m finally doing a follower forever! i’ve been dilly dicking around with choco-seventeen for awhile now n today i’m celebrating my blog’s second year anniversary!! i didn’t do anything last year, however, this year i felt like i should try a lil bit n since i’ve encountered so many gr8 ppl, i thought this would be nice!!

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I have more incredible women in my life that I can count. An amazing mother. A bad-ass wife. You know all about my rad daughter. FIVE beautiful sisters and countless others. I would be nothing without them.

Here’s another song that Harper sang recently and I thought it was perfect for today. Celebrate the Women in your life today and sing along with Harper!

why is the first phrase that comes to mind when I wake up ‘wakey wakey eggs spaghetti’ like srsly brain now is not the time for carbonara

anonymous asked:

What sort of Halloween shenanigans are going on in Volterra?

Oh, you know. The usual nonsense. 

  • Aro doesn’t know what he wants to be for Halloween. He’s just buying things off the internet and over-paying for express shipping with the company credit card at this point. 
  • Caius is watching vampire movies without blinking, trying to spot a glimmer of rule-breaking. 

  • Renata has knit tiny themed sweaters for the resident cats.  They do not seem appropriately grateful for the gesture, and she’s moving on to pumpkin-carving. 

  • Corin is counting down the seconds until it’s acceptable to drape herself in a white sheet, say she’s a ghost, and hide from social interaction for a while. 

  • Felix has just discovered the party game where you blindfold a victim friend, stick their hand into a bowl of peeled grapes, and tell them those are eyeballs (Or cold spaghetti = intestines, or cold cauliflower = brains. Lots of variety!). Demetri is the friend. 

commutingtoreality  asked:

Thanks for taking prompts! Should I not be too late for this meme and if it please you, could I ask for a 16 RaphxCasey? I love when you make those two work hard, and nothing says "self-conscious turtle & boyfriend" more than quiet sweetness. Alternately, Apritello 17? If you already have your fill of requests, don't worry: I'll take my popcorn and enjoy with gusto the other prompts you choose to write! :)

16. when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead 


Raph’s known Casey for ten years, and in that time, Casey’s had twenty-seven jobs. They all start the same way: Casey comes slamming into the lair or April’s apartment, wherever everyone’s hanging out that night, and yells “My dudes! Guess who’s gainfully employed!”. Then he flexes for a while, invades someone’s personal space – usually Donnie’s, sometimes Leo’s – till someone bites the bullet and asks for the full story. 

Twenty-seven times Raph’s done this rodeo, and he knows exactly where it’s going to end. Maybe in three days, maybe in six months, but there’s only one place Casey ever ends up: fired. 

(”Does it ever bug you?” Raph asked him once, right after Casey was very politely asked to get the hell out of PetSmart and to please never come back. “Like, when April got fired from Trader Joe’s, she punched a hole in the wall.” 

Casey just shrugged. “I mean, yeah, it sucks, but I get it. Not many places are gonna be pumped about a cashier comin’ in with bruises all the time. Kinda scares the customers.” 

Both of them knew there was no way Casey was gonna stop what gave him the bruises, because Casey Jones is Lawful Stupid and would be till the day he died.) 

It’s different this time. Raph swings through the living room window, six pack under his arm and ready to huddle under a blanket to watch the game, just to find the living room empty. 

“Case?” he calls. “You there?” 

Something rattles in the kitchen. Raph heads in that direction, after a backwards look to make sure April’s door is good and closed. Not that he minds having April around, but he’d just rather not have her around being a turd about how the Rangers are going to crap out, again. Casey’s already enough of a headcase about them as it is. 

But April’s door is closed, and the only light in the apartment is coming from the kitchen. Raph walks inside to find Casey at the stove, glaring into a pot of boiling water, tapping a metal spoon against the side. 

“I’m here.” Raph drops the beers on the table and sits down in his usual seat. “What’s for dinner?” 

Casey ignores him to keep tapping the spoon against the pot. From what Raph can see through the heavy sweep of his hair, Casey’s scowling, face all creased up, like Donnie’s when some experiment dares to betray him by not succeeding immediately. 

“Hey,” says Raph, kicking Casey in the leg. “Anybody home?” 

“Jesus, Raph, I’m right here.” Casey shifts away. “And pasta, we’re doin’ pasta.” 

“Whoa, what crawled up your ass and died?” Raph reaches for a beer, because it’s obviously going to be that kind of night, and he might as well get started now. “I was just asking –” 

“Yeah, I know, and I answered.” Casey glares at him, brows low and mouth tugged down in a hard curve. “Or did you want me to read you the ingredients while I was at it?” 

Raph avoids feelings, talking about feelings, thinking about feelings, and having feelings as much as possible; that kind of stuff slows you down in a fight, when all you should be thinking about is how to take the bad guys down hard enough so that they don’t get up again. Do your job, do your best, and things will work out. 

He’s got feelings, he just doesn’t deal with them. But sometimes he makes an exception for Casey, because there’s a soft gooey center under all that hair gel and ego, and something in Raph – something just as soft, that he’s never going to admit to having – wants to make sure that nothing keeps Casey down for good. 

“You okay?” he asks, popping the cap off another beer and holding it out to Casey. “Because if you’re not, you should…talk to April.” 

Critical miss! yells Donnie inside Raph’s head. 

“Yeah, because talking to Little Miss Perfect’s gonna make everything all better. Thanks for that, Raph.” Casey takes the beer and drains half of it in a gulp. 

“Or you could talk to me,” Raph says in a rush, before he can stop himself. He scratches the back of his neck, not looking at Casey, and silently sighs in relief when Casey drops into the seat across from him. 

“I got fired,” Casey says, once he’s finished his beer. “Go ahead, I think it’s your turn for the I told you so.” 

Normally, Raph would be all over that, but Casey’s usually the one to start making fun of himself once the inevitable hits. He doesn’t try to boil spaghetti water with his brain, and he doesn’t shit on April. And this job had meant something to Casey. Raph’s a dick, but he’s not an asshole. “I’ll pass,” he says. “What happened?” 

Casey’s scowl deepens, hard lines on either side of his mouth and at his eyes. “Came in late and beat up one too many times, same as always,” he says. “Can’t have the kiddos seeing their coach all beat to hell. Bad example. Or that’s what the school board said.” 

There’s a beat of quiet, then Casey drops his forehead to the table. “Fuck,” he says, muffled by the wood. “Just this once, I thought I was doin’ something good.”

Raph squirms in his seat. It sucks for Casey, more than anyone can say, but he’s got no idea how to handle this. How pathetic is this, that Casey’s his boyfriend but even Donnie could handle this better? 

Casey stays facedown on the table, his hands clenched in his hair, till Raph feels the irresistible impulse to stand up, lean over the table, and lift Casey up by the shoulders. 

“You were doing something good,” he says, the words nearly choking him. “They’re assholes. I’m sorry.” 

And then, because Casey’s still scowling and Raph has no idea what to do next, he kisses Casey on the forehead, like he’s seen April do whenever Donnie gets into a funk. 

There’s another beat, and then Casey snickers. “Oh my god,” he says. “That’s so sweet. You been takin’ lessons?” 

Raph pulls away so he won’t strangle Casey with his own bandanna, and grabs the beer. “You’re the worst,” he says, stalking back toward the living room. “I try to do one thing –” 

“It was just really heterosexual!” Casey yells, following him and grinning like an asshole now. “I’m not used to –” 

Raph tackles him to the floor and starts punching for his kidneys, but Casey is laughing, and hey, at least now he’s dealt with feelings for the next year or so, right? 


In Addition of Things to Know About Monster Fortress
  • They all have somewhat strict diets as to what they can and can’t eat.

  • Dell is pretty much the only human so he eats normal human foods, but they’re mainly higher calorie foods. When using his Alchemy it takes a lot of energy so he has to eat more to refuel.

  • Medic is strictly blood and meat only. He eats his steaks extra rare and… is that wine in his cup? Nope. That’s just straight up blood. Sometimes mixed with ale or beer. He can’t eat garlic bread much to his disappointment because he’s been told it’s delicious. He also can’t eat Kale or anything with Vitamin C in it, for that matter.

  • Scout’s half Gargoyle so he has to eat the same things as Spy right? Wrong. Scout eats normal human things like Engie but he also eats what normal Gargoyles eat as well. Although, because of his mutated digestive system Scout can pretty much eat whatever he wants. So, Scout’s decided he’s going to live off rock candy, chocolate rocks and chicken wings. To help him become a strong Gargoyle, though, Spy will sometimes make him eat other types of birds or larger insects like crickets and spiders. For some reason that no one knows, Scout can’t eat anything with trout.

  • Heavy, even though he’s a Golem, enjoys the taste of food. His favorite food being sandwiches of course, after Medic introduced them to him. Because his digestive system is made of clay, he can eat anything he wants, as long as it isn’t heated. Heated foods will melt him from the inside out.

  • Spy, being a Gargoyle, eats some of the oddest foods of the whole team. His diet mainly consists of insects of all kinds, except butterflies. He also eats an array of birds, ranging from large to small. His favorite being the precious doves Medic cares for so, but he wouldn’t eat Archimedes. Spy also eats a variety of fish, ranging from common to exotic. However, Spy can’t eat crustaceans for whatever reason. If he does, he gets a very bad fungus on his neck and wings, as well as parts of his back.

  • Pyro will literally devour everything. Whether it’s food or not. But his favorite thing to consume is leaves and trees, mainly because he enjoys the nice greenish-yellow color the fire gives off as he consumes it. But Pyro can’t eat cold foods, especially ice cream.

  • Demo eats the flesh of living or dead. He isn’t picky, but if he’s honest he prefers them alive so he can soak his hat in the blood. Tavish also isn’t picky about what he drinks, but he prefers any alcohol. Except tonic. It burns his throat.

  • Sniper eats well done steaks, thank you very much. In human form, anyway. And he prefers meat, over vegetables but he does like the occasional corn on the cob or boiled potatoes. In his wolf form, however, he gets pretty blood thirsty. During the full moon, the team has a joke for Medic and Demo to “go walk the dog” which means take Mundy out for the full moon rampage. And yes, he can eat chocolate, in both human and wolf form. Although, he can’t eat broccoli, no matter how much he tries.

  • Soldier eats brains. Plain and simple. He can eat other things too, like extremely rare steaks and raw chicken or eggs. But he likes brains. The team, save for Medic, Heavy and Demo, find it rather unnerving when he eats brains in front of them. As a solution, Engie will cook brains into normal looking foods. Soldier’s favorites are deep fried brains, and spaghetti and brain. He loathes eating liver, though. But no matter how much he liked it in his human life, Soldier can’t eat pizza.

anonymous asked:

I don't understand bc some people are upset for a naked photo. Human body is beautiful and I don't see nothing wrong in Darren's photo like I don't see nothing wrong when is a woman like Lea. Enjoy the beauty...

Beats me.

Hell I always said I wouldn’t do lingerie. Hey I have posed naked, been on tv naked and think nothing of it now.

There is a ridiculous obsession in the United States with being covered up and assuming everything is about sex. We body shame our daughters and tell them they can’t wear leggings to school. Or oh my god if they wear spaghetti straps that means folks brains are going to explode.

Hate to break it to folks, bodies…. everyone has one…. enjoy them for their differences. I can’t even begin to guess how many people I’ve seen naked and how many have seen me.

Soooo my suggestion.

Look at the pic, say hot damn and enjoy it. Stop the wig out. It just a body.

  • Bring in as many stray black cats into your home and hand them out as party favors.
  • Peel a dozen grapes and tell your guests that they’re the Mummy’s eyeballs. A bowl of spaghetti could be labeled Frankenstein’s brains. Set out a rancid bowl of chili and tell everyone it’s the Wolfman’s diarrhea.
  • Cram a handful of candy corn into some hotdog buns and arrange them on a platter. If a party guest doesn’t find your “candy corn dogs” hilarious, kick them the hell out of your party and make some friends with a sense of humor.
  • Carve out a pumpkin and fill it full of cake mix and raisins and bake for half an hour and then write me and let me know how it turns out.
  • String popcorn through a needle and thread and decorate a tree with it. Or you could eat the popcorn like it was food instead of being wasteful and using it like it was tinsel.
  • Read aloud a ghost story or favorite horror tale to your guests with the lights off. Maybe keep at least one light source on so you can read. And if you’re going to read an H.P. Lovecraft story, try and skip over all of the weird racist parts.
  • Give out a prize for best costume. Also give out a smaller award for worst costume to the person who just really wasn’t even into it all and only half heartedly dressed up because his girlfriend made him do it.
  • Stuff cupcake holders with raw ground beef and cover with orange frosting to surprise your party guests!
  • Make cardboard tombstones with funny names on them for your front yard. Avoid putting the names of your neighbors on the tombstones because you will get a visit from the cops. Trust me on this one.
What it is like to suffer from Anorexia or Bulimia

My brain is sick, its poorly, its hurting and its weeping. My brain makes my body stop and unable to pick up a fork, my body will tremble when it hears the words “sandwich, spaghetti, pizza or burger.” My brain is being bullied. But I cant tell a teacher that so and so is bullying me in the playground,  as it is not a person who controls me and sends me the hate messages. Its a disease. “your too big, your not going to succeed, lose the weight.” My brain is sick, my brain sends out messages for me to run 15 kilometres, then swim for hours then cycle 10 miles, all these activities my brain tells me to do consecutively. My brain is sick. It tells me that if I was thinner, I would be prettier, happier, popular, successful. My brain is sick. It makes me not trust people, it makes me not hug people incase they can feel the fat around my stomach that I am so insecure about. It makes me paralysed when I see there is one extra Rice Krispie on my plate. My sickness has two sides. My brain tells me to eat cake, ice cream, pizza, bread, spaghetti, custard creams all in one sitting. My brain tells me it’s ok to eat. Its more then ok to eat, food is fantastic, its my frenzy, my drug. My brain turns me into a polar bear attacking its prey, or a lion hunting it’s kill, however for me the prey is the chocolates on the top shelf of the cupboard and the predator is me. But then I freeze, the only thing that I can hear is the ticking of the clock, no voices, complete silence. The silence lasts about 15 secs until the tsunami of voices begin. “What did you just do, you’ve made a big mistake, your thighs are growing right now, stop them,  stop them, look how big your stomach is getting.” My hands begin to shake, my stomach bloats, the feeling of fullness gets larger and larger. Until I end up stopping and staring at the water at the bottom of the toilet bowl with my fingers down my throat. The water is no longer clear, its filled with blood which drips from my throat and vomit that is dripping down fingers. My brain is sick. My brain tells my feet to step on the scale and the bullies start sending me hate messages again. The cycle repeats. My brain is sick. My organs are sick. My bones are told they are at high risk of osteoporosis. My doctors say its time to start fighting for your life and hand me an orange. I have not eaten or drank water in 5 days. I am informed my chances are slim and that this illness could kill me. My body sits in a wheelchair whilst people tell me “mental illness’s are for attention.” I get taken in ambulances almost fortnightly now, but its ok because my illness tells me “I deserve it” “I am the best eating disorder patient because I am the sickest.” My brain is sick. It makes me get my rights taken away from me and moves me to a hospital 2 and a half hours from everyone I know.

I gain 10 kilos. My body is healed. My brain is sick. It tells me I have an obesity problem, it tells me I will suffer from diabetes, high cholesterol. It tells me I am weak I am sick, I will be healthy if I lose 20 kilos, because then I won’t have the obesity problem anymore and I won’t be in a 1:3 range of the obesity epidemic England has. My doctors tell me I’ve worked so hard and I am finally at a healthy weight, they congratulate me. I don’t understand. My weight has gone up I am not healthy anymore. Tears drip down my face. I am sick. The voices are louder. “YOU ARE NOT GAINING ANYMORE, LOSE NOW YOU FAT COW, STOP GAINING. YOUR DISGUSTING, NOBODY LIKES YOU.” My nurses tell me, “its ok to cry.” that it is ok to relapse however it is never ok to give up, that the fact I’ve hit a healthy weight “is an achievement.” However my head tells me the extreme opposite. My brain is sick. I do not know what is rational. I am strapped in and on a roller-coaster that has the record number of loop de loops. My eating disorder is not a physical illness its a mental illness. My brain is sick. I’m on home leave and I see my family and friends. They see I’ve gained weight and they ask when will I be out of hospital and that I have done so well now that I have recovered from anorexia and bulimia. Why is it assumed that because my body has recovered my brain has? My brain is sicker then ever. I have not managed solid food in 2 weeks, relying on liquid calories because my brain will not send communication signals for my hands to pick up a fork, however I am a healthy weight so I am recovered right? This is not the case. MY BRAIN IS SICK. I do like food, I love pizza, french fries, burgers. I don’t eat lettuce leaves at every meal. I may have anorexia and bulimia but I do like food, in fact I love food. I wish I could eat food. My brain is sick.

Around once a month, I wake up. I see the real girl who stares back at me in the mirror. I do not see the fatness i’ve seen the previous night. I see the girl who loves sport, who’s passionate about her education, who is intelligent and cares about others. I see the girl who is fighting against anorexia and bulimia. I see the girl who’s trying so hard to overcome the disease. My brain is sick, however I am not giving up the fight for health and happiness.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any blogs like yours that post a lot of cute/weird art?

some of my favorite {mostly spooky pretty} artists on tumblr:

rebeccaartemisa, loll3, boldwithfire, fingerpuppet, flowwvver, phantomquartz, scottferry, akshully, emmiriikka, sarahcatface, mai-coh, saccstry, bethywilliams, charmaineolivia, athousanddaisies, unadoptable, wishcandy, birdrib, rosebarfart, hipporacle, sleepyberry, runacream, mhnmimi, magicalteatime, lilypiri, bobbysockss, aya-takano, kinok0girl, brettmanningart, funnyskullgrin, sssjin, ponyponypeoplepeople, lumpylindaillustrations, missvanart, mabgravesart, ambird, miss-octopie,  and probably more that escape the top of my head!

i’m actually on the hunt for more blogs like my own, but i really love:

sparklysloth, spaghetti-for-brains, owls-love-tea, glittergheist, moonbrains, magicbuffet, akatako, littleforestbats, spookypuke, nymphetlife, themetallolita, candiedmoon, and la la la. <3