start your day with an egg

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Thankful for having our families together for this special day of thanks. Started this morning with bloody Mary’s to watch the parade. Dad had a little helper making the deviled eggs. The tables are set and the turkey is starting to smell good!
Filling up those crock pots to keep things warm during dinner. @shellshokt and @jeraimee
will be here soon. Can’t wait!

Happy Thanksgiving to you all. Be safe and enjoy your day.

read-play-sing  asked:

Yesterday, you reblogged a post that bought into the false dichotomy of convenience food vs "hipster healthy" food. "Mom&pop healthy" is as cheap/cheaper than convenience food. Get a fridge. Most fresh foods keep 2 weeks if stored properly, make a weekly grocery trip to have no waste. Healthy eating means getting the nutrition you need and not going over the calories you need. Apples and hard-boiled eggs are both convenient and healthy. Learn to cook. You can be poor and eat healthy.

Aw, howdy, puddin’!

I am…

…reasonably middle class, which is a miracle for a full-time author.
…equipped of a fridge, a pantry, a chest freezer, and a working kitchen.
…capable of cooking for myself and others.

I am also…

…the daughter of a woman who raised three daughters on welfare.
…formerly homeless.
…a fat woman who has to fight not to slip back into disordered eating habits because of items #1 and #2.
…someone who goes to the grocery store multiple times a week.
…regularly furious about food waste in my own home when people refuse to eat their leftovers/help eat communal leftovers.

So let’s go.

The specific post I reblogged worked from the base premise that it is easier to eat, where “eat” is defined as “get sufficient calories to not feel hungry,” when you are not making a concerted effort to “eat healthy.”  It cited things like “a package of extremely filling oatmeal cookies for a dollar,” and “behold, ramen.”  Interestingly, it did not cite anything to support the “false dichotomy” you’re accusing me of supporting: for reference, here’s the link  http://seananmcguire.tumblr.com/post/164447064675/heyatleastitsnotcancer-candygirl1997

(There is a cranky comment about non-GMO unicorn poop, but as hipsters don’t actually eat shit, that seems less “dichotomy,” and more “angry.”)

But hey, that seems suspiciously like people wanting other people to stop dictating their food choices and assuming they’re eating that way out of necessity, and not because they’re lazy.  That can’t be right!  We need someone who’s seen both sides!

And that’s why now, as someone who used to eat out of dumpsters, as someone who was lucky enough to be poor in farming country and hence have access to produce seconds (IE, bruised and ugly fruit that no one else wanted), as someone who is emotionally incapable of looking at meat before checking the discount meat bin at the grocery store, I am going to answer the question of whether it’s cheaper to eat healthy once and for all:

No.

No, it is not.

No, it is fucking not.

I live near an independently owned fruit market.  They have, regularly, red and gold potatoes for $.99 a pound.  They have big Idaho bakers for $.59 a pound.  These are some of the best potato prices I have ever seen.  Had we lived here when I was a kid, I would have eaten potatoes until I wept.  Assuming that potatoes are now the bulk of our diet, and that we’re only eating the cheap ones, that’s a pound of potatoes per person, per day, for a total of $2.40.  Call it $2.50, after tax.  We are now spending $75 a month on potatoes.  No butter or sour cream, because potatoes are already starchy as hell, and fuck taste, but we have potatoes!

Great.  Do we have a kitchen?  We didn’t, always.  For approximately 1/3rd of my childhood, this plan has us eating raw potatoes.  But let’s say sure.  We can cook our plain potatoes.  Say we cook them every night, and have hot potato for dinner, and then cold potato for breakfast.  Can’t eat the school lunch–pretty sure that’s not healthy enough.  So I guess we’ll buy and boil eggs.  You can boil eggs and potatoes in the same pot.

How many eggs do you give the starving, miserable eight-year-old to fill her up?  Ballpark figure?  Is it the same number you give her fourteen-year-old sister?  Is it the same number you take to your back-breaking physical labor job?  We’re ignoring the emotional and social impacts here, and just focusing on the cost.  So say three eggs each.  Maybe everyone’s hungry, but hey, it’s health food.

A dozen eggs is $2.00.  We are now spending $60 a month on eggs.  That’s $135 a month for a diet that is probably not making anyone happy, but hey, at least it’s all easy on the digestion, right?  And if you’re eating three eggs a day, even if you’re soloing this You Should Be Punished For Poverty diet, your eggs aren’t spoiling.  Assuming you have a fridge.

Hope you have a fridge.

Your children have now started going home with friends in hopes of being fed, but that’s okay, because it means you have fewer mouths to feed, and if you don’t want them to be taken away, you need to make sure they don’t get scurvy.  So we’re going to add milk ($3.50 a gallon, hope no one’s lactose intolerant, if you water it down and watch them like a hawk, you can survive on two gallons a week, which adds $28 to your grocery costs, good job) and apples.  Red delicious, of course, which taste like shame, but they’re cheap when the store has them…assuming you’re not in a food desert, where the only apples are coming from the 7-11 at a dollar apiece.

There are so many things we could be buying to make this feel less like a Dickens novel.  There’s baloney, and peanut butter, and generic mac and cheese.  But they’re not healthy.

Eating healthy is a privilege.  When I made a dedicated effort to change my eating habits, my grocery bills increased by 60%.  I have the receipts.  Not because I was buying “brand names”: because I was buying chicken breasts instead of whole chickens, because I was buying fresh instead of frozen, because I was learning to fill up on things other than chips.  That’s just the way we’ve allowed this country to structure our food.

Yes: allowed.  In England–which has its own problems, please don’t take this as me going YAY ENGLAND LAND OF PERFECTION–they have laws setting the prices that can be charged for “staples,” like chicken, and potatoes, and bread, and butter, and eggs, and milk.  It’s much easier to eat healthy there than it is here.

But here, it is a privilege.

And it ought to be a right.

are you familiar with the feeling of oh-my-holy-moly-my-life-is-a-complete-mess? me too fam. but now, it’s time for change. It’s time to get our shit together and here are some tips to get started.

note : this is just a beginning guide; which only includes 1/100 of the tips to get you life together. I’ll probably make a part two if this is helpful?


1. do not procrastinate.

sounds crazy? but honestly, just don’t. procrastination leads to stress and anxiety and helps you lose your shit.

but, how do we not procrastinate?

  • ‌get things done early. remember that sheet of paper your professor gave around in class having the list of all the assignments to be done that semester? yes, do that work months before if you have time.
  • do your homework the day it’s given. (no watching tv before you do)
  • ‌study in the time you’re actually studying. don’t go on your phone half the time. If you’re doing that, you may as well put your books away.

‌other resources -

2. become the master of  “fake productivity”

fake productivity is basically when you do mechanical work (i.e. stuff which doesn’t require much brainpower) to get into the real “productivity” zone. it helps you brain prepare for the big task ahead. here are some things to do -

  • make your bed
  • do the dishes/laundry
  • clean your room (i know it’s messy yo)
  • get your closet together
  • empty your inbox (be it gmail or tumblr)
  • do a smol workout?
  • make a to-do list/ organize you calendar
  • do a easiest or the most enjoyable task off your to-do list

3. plan, plan and plan

your planner/bullet journal should be your best friend. plan those essays you got to write, that research paper you have to do, down to the time you need to go out for dinner with friends. Plan. Every. Single. Thing. I. Really. Mean. It.

+ and follow up with those plans!! you have already wasted a lot of time on planning, you hAVE to follow up with that planning, right?

4. wake up early

why?  waking up early gives you the time to do things slowly and carefully so that you get it perfect in one go and your life isn’t a complete disastrous mess.

how to wake up early? i got you.

5. have a healthy lifestyle

an example -

x wakes up at 7 am every morning, goes for a short run to wake herself up and comes back to have hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, slices of bread and a mug of steaming hot tea. she starts on her work after that, doing it without stressing about it. Then, after a nice hot bath and a delicious lunch, she goes out to a cafe to work on her online classes and to hang out with her friends. coming back home, she does a quick workout, takes a shower and heads off to make dinner. Having an early dinner, she spends the remaining few hours relaxing, drafting blog posts and spending time with her dog. at 10 pm everyday, she heads off to her bed, looking forward to a glorious tomorrow.

..sounds like a fairy-tale, right? you can definitely live it though.

In general, your day should have the following stuff  -

  • ‌sufficient hours of work using which you can get all your work done
  • ‌a healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner (yep, no skipping meals)
  • ‌a workout, generally of 15 - 30 minutes at the least
  • ‌interaction with people, like hanging out with friends or family
  • ‌sufficient sleep and resting time (preferably 8 hours of sleep)
  • ‌a fixed routine consisting of you waking and sleeping at fixed time
  • ‌a ‘me’ time at some point of the day where you don’t worry about work or anything and focus on relaxing after a long day.

6. believing that coffee sucks

why? its basically a drug and if you need three cups of it just to get started on work, you’re going to have a really hard time during finals.

Instead, get enough sleep so that you have enough energy to study without being a coffee addict. or you can even swap coffee for water. (hey, you’ll be more hydrated!)
side note - a cup of coffee per day is okay though. I love coffee too and I totally feel you but don’t overdose on it, okay love?

some extra things to know about -

  • ‌have a companion to keep you accountable at the start.
  • ‌do have a laid-back day once in a while, you’re human after all.
  • balance work and play. reward yourself for shit done.
  • keep track of your spending, earnings, investments, etc.
  • stop being a perfectionist. seriously, you dont need to rewrite all those notes, trust me (comes from a was-a-perfectionist-kind-of-still-am-but-trying-not-to-be perfectionist)
  • ‌don’t stress yourself out. getting your shit together is a journey and not a result.
  • remember, change will come. yes, it will; but only if you take action. start now.

also, on a side note - and this might seem very ironic, but sometimes you don’t have to have your shit together. life is always a mess and trust me when I say this, no one - yes no one - has their shit together and sometimes it’s worth it to lead a messy life and enjoy it without having any fixed rules and regulations like you would have if you wanted that perfect life. enjoy the life you lead and stay wonderful, loves!


- ̗̀   the adulting 101 series   ̖́-        

part one : kicking a rut

go check out my other masterposts here and you can always send in a request for a masterpost as my ask box is always open!!

much love, Taylor  (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡

Imagine you’re sent to a summer camp for women...

Imagine you’re sent to a summer camp for women after your family believes you need to learn some responsibility. It seems like all fun and games at first, most of which you want no part of, but eventually you hear of an intriguing rumor - anyone who swims in the lake over the ridge never comes back the same.


It’s really stupid, you think, but as the days grow hotter and the days longer you’re really considering ignoring the rumors and warnings and just going for a quick dip.


Especially with one of the cute camp counselors that you’ve been eyeing, sure that he’s been checking you out too. Eventually you convince him to start fooling around with you and it’s great, that you’re feeling a little more daring as you invite him out for a swim.


He tells you its forbidden, and you pout but let him kiss you some more, now more then ever determined to show all these damn campers what a stupid rumor it is.


That night after the lights around the camp have gone out, you sneak out and head over to the lake, grateful of the full moon as it makes it easier to see. When you get there its almost eerily silent, the lake a perfect glass mirror reflecting the night sky.


You strip down to your bathing suit and slowly wade in, shivering just a bit because the water is actually a bit warmer than you expected, but not unpleasant. Being a strong swimmer, you wade out until you can’t feel the bottom, laying on your back to look up at the sky. This isn’t so bad, you think. Its nice and peaceful here.


Then a branch snaps.


You whip your head toward shore and see someone standing there, your heart starting to pound. “Whose there?” You call, trying to sound brave, but it comes out more scared then you’d like to admit. The person steps forward and it’s your camp counsellor friend. He’s looking at you strangely, not with his usual smile. You call out to him.


“Come on in, the water’s great!”


Surprisingly, he just nods and starts to strip off his clothes, all but his boxers as he wades out into the water. The moonlight reflects a bit oddly off his eyes, which seem to glow as he swims out to you, catching you in his arms.


“See, I knew it would be fine. That rumor was such-”


He cuts you of with a shake of his head. “You really should have listened,” He murmured, his voice sounding distorted. “Now we can really have fun.”


You tried to pull away. “Wha-?”


Just then, something began to slither up your leg, cold and slimy but thick and strong. You let out a yelp but when you tried to kick it away another grabbed your other leg, forcing them apart.


“Something’s got me!” You cry, but as you watch as he slowly sinks lower, his eyes a bright green before he slips under water and then your bathing suit bottoms are being ripped from you as something much warmer starts lapping at your folds. Despite how horrified you are it begins to turn you on, and though the things are still holding you, you start to push into it, aching until it presses inward, making you moan.


It starts to thrust into you, seeming to grow larger and thicker each time which doesnt make sense, and you reach down to feel it but instead of finding your boyfriend’s hair all you can grasp is a long thick thing, same as whatever is holding your legs. You let out a cry as whatever it is starts pounding you deeper, jerking you a bit up and out of the water, and you try to reach down to pull it out, only for two more of the things to grab and wrap around your wrists, actually pulling you into its thrusts.


You’ve become nothing but a moaning mess then, begging it to stop but also feeling so good that before you know it, you’re cumming hard and fast as it fucks you through it, making you scream in pleasure.


It’s only as you’re coming down from the high that you realize its not letting you go.


It’s stopped but the thing inside you is pulsating - suddenly bulging bigger still as it presses against your opening, and then slowly inside- roughly the size of a baseball, whatever it is is round and squishy but feels amazing, pressing right against your sweet spot as it squeezes up your loosened vagina and then pops into what must be your uterus.


Oh god, its happening again.


The second one is bigger, slipping just that little bit easier into you, making you bite back a moan as it settled against the other, but before you could get used to it another one was coming, and though you tried to fight it off and stop it by clenching your muscles, this one had more force behind it and actually made you gasp as its mini watermelon size sent a shock of arousal so sharp through you your legs shook.


After that, you stopped fighting it, moaning and trying not to cum as this thing pressed more and more of the large squishy balls into you, the weight of it slowly starting to tug you under water. As you struggled to keep your face above and not inhale the water you saw two eyes emerging in front of you, the eyes of your boyfriend - who was smiling with really pointed teeth.


With a scream, you jerked away and managed to break free of the things holding you, almost going under but bobbing just above the surface as you swam madly for shore. It felt like forever before you felt the ground beneath you, taking a step and stumbling as the weight of you seemed to drag you down. When you finally managed to crawl up the beach, you realized why.


Where once you had a nice flat belly a massive one stuck out before you, so large you could barely crawl on your hands and knees out of the water, your belly dragging on the ground. You barely got out of the water when you turned to look and felt those things tugging on your legs again, yanking you back.


“And where do you think you’re going, my lovely? I still need to fertilize those eggs.”


Though you dug in the dirt to try and drag yourself away, the long tentacles you could finally see in the moonlight finally flipped you over, spreading your legs and giving your boyfriend easy access to swim up between them and grab your hips.


Though you couldn’t see it, you certainly felt the long thickness of him plunging into you, easily bigger then even the other one and making your eyes roll back in your head as it jostled the mass of your belly. He fucked you until you came again, and again, clutching at your boobs that had started to swell in size - and begged him to cum in you until he did, hissing as he came wave after wave into you, your belly swelling even larger as the eggs were soaked through with cum.


Shaking and panting hard, you could only stare up at what little you could see of the night sky, clutching at what you could reach of your belly, feeling each and every large egg bulging against your skin. Every time you breathed you could feel them shift, jostling for space when there really wasn’t any. You were so preoccupied you barely felt it as your boyfriend slipped from you, but you did when he slapped a hand down absently on your belly and it nearly rolled you over, the weight of the eggs nearly crushing.


He laughed at your lack of mobility, his hands grabbing for your wrists as he slowly began to drag you back into the water. You couldn’t fight it even if you wanted to, letting him drag you in until your lower half was underwater, and then he was climbing over your massive belly, smirking down at you as he started to push down on your heaving, distended stomach.  


“It will take a day or so before anyone knows you’re missing, but that’s more than enough time to pump a few more clutches into you..maybe even bigger ones.”

[From the author that brought you Keeping up with the Joneses, the Milk Maid Keeping Full, Your Alpha’s Betas giving you more, and a few others, here’s some Seaweed.. from your friendly author Soup.]

Punk (Chap. 12)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3923

Warnings: language, talk about injuries, sarcasm (sometimes jokes are okay)

A/N:  Thank you all for the amazing feedback and support on the last chapter.  I’m completely blown away and ecstatic that you like the story.  I hope you like this next part, it’s a little drawn out but I had some angst I needed to get out.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Thank you again for your patience between updates.  



Apparently Natasha didn’t actually want you to answer that question.  She was ranting and raving, throwing her hands in the air, pointing a polished, accusatory finger in your direction.  She switched from English to Russian so quickly that it seemed as is if she were a one-woman show playing all the parts.  You couldn’t get a word in edgewise though.  Every time you opened your mouth to reply she merely answered herself or spoke right over you with a barrage of “what were you thinkings” “you could have dieds” “I’ve never seen anything do stupid in my entire lifes” “what the hell is wrong with yous” and what you suspected were several rude and explicit Russian insults.

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Things to do while going through a breakup

As told by someone going through a tough one:

  • Go for a long walk or run make an upbeat playlist first.
  • Clean and organize your room/closet/drawers/clothes etc.
  • Light some candles, put on a face mask and meditate for 15 minutes
  • Call a friend and ask them about their day or things going on in their life. It’s amazing how listening to another person can distract you from your own life.
  • Watch a light and funny tv show (the office)
  • Start a new TV series. I settled on Game of Thrones.
  • Read a book. I recommend anything by Jane Austen if you want to escape reality and get caught up in another era of drama and romance.
  • Go explore the library or used book store and find some new literature.
  • Try a new recipe. For example I found a really heathy and tasty blender muffin recipe! 2 bananas, 1 cup almond butter, 2 eggs, 1 TB of raw cocoa, 1 TSP baking soda and blend. Cook in mini muffin pan for 6-8 minutes.
  • Go out with some friends. Plan something, a movie or game night.
  • Have a good cry while watching a chick flick (ANYTHING Nicholas Sparks)
  • Try out different free fitness classes in your area. I go to orangetheory fitness and first class is free!
  • Blog.
  • Make lists, grocery list, to do list, goals for the week, month, year.
  • Go to a coffee shop and treat yo self to something yummy and people watch
  • Refrain from social media for a little. Block that asshole if you need to. It helps.
  • Get a massage. Look up local massage schools in your area they usually are cheap and long and gives the students the clinic hours they need!
  • Volunteer at an assisted living, hospital, shelter, pound, library etc. It can be a one time thing not a commitment but you may love it.
  • Yoga. YouTube some beginner videos if you’re just starting.
  • Go for a hike. Walk that trail you’ve never been to.
  • Cook yourself dinner and dessert or order out and watch a comedy
  • Avoid napping for long periods of time.
  • Reaffirm to yourself how fabulous you are and that this is just a small struggle and that one person does not need to control your thoughts and emotions forever. The old saying is true.. things get easier with time. So spend your time positively.
just your heart beating close to mine

for nurseydex week, day 2 - bed sharing

Nursey’s a clingy drunk.

Freshman year, Dex hated it. He and Nursey spend all their sober time bickering; fighting nonstop about everything from politics to slapshot form to whether ketchup belongs on scrambled eggs (Dex will never fucking admit it, but he’s actually started to find it delicious; Nursey can never know). But the second Nursey slips over the line from tipsy to drunk, he’s Dex’s best friend–hanging off Dex’s shoulders, draping his feet into Dex’s lap, hell, draping himself into Dex’s lap, two hundred pounds and then some of languid muscle. He’s sweet when he’s drunk, his chirps soft and fond instead of scathing, and his fingertips are gentle when they wander over Dex’s skin, dipping under the collar of his t-shirt, brushing against the short hair at the nape of his neck.

And Dex hated it, because morning would come, and hungover Nursey is clingy too but not in the same way, and they were always back to sharpness, and Dex would have to pretend he didn’t get home from those kegsters and throw himself into very, very cold showers.

Sophomore year, it’s a little better. They’re friends more often than they’re not, but on the flip side, that means the rest of the team actually trusts Dex to be on Nursey Patrol (“If you don’t want to kill him all the time, we can probably trust you to make sure he doesn’t drink himself into a coma,” Bitty said cheerfully the first time, shoved Nursey, already tipsy, towards him, and disappeared onto the dance floor with a solo cup in his hand).

Except Nursey Patrol, he learns, doesn’t end with the kegster. No, Nursey Patrol ends with Nursey safe in his bed, at least out of his shoes but ideally in something comfortable enough to sleep in, after a cup or two of water and two tabs of Aspirin, his phone plugged in and the door to his room locked.

(Dex does not want to know the series of events that led to this level of Patrol being in place. If he thinks about it too hard, his chest starts to hurt, and he doesn’t wanna deal with that.)

But–

“Dexy,” Nursey says, as Dex manhandles him down to his bed and then flops down next to him, hauling Nursey’s foot into his lap to start on his shoelaces, because Three Cups of Tub Juice Derek Nurse is not a Derek Nurse who has the coordination for tasks involving dexterity. Dex had said that, once, and Nursey had said “ha, Dexterity,” and giggled for ten minutes. “Dex, will you stay with me?”

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March is the start of Florida’s sea turtle nesting season. 🐢  Female sea turtles leave the ocean to dig nests and lay golf ball-size eggs in the sand. Visiting a Florida beach? Do your part to help sea turtles – leave the beach as natural as possible by removing beach furniture and other obstacles before sunset each day. Photo of Loggerhead hatchlings by Tonya Long, Florida Fish and Wildlife.

All Too Well | Pt. 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,434

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You wish that your natural inclination toward Yoongi’s gestures, thoughts, and emotions was something you could flick off like a light switch. You wish you could turn off certain memories and knowledge, how you could tell and understand so readily about what Yoongi was thinking about.

The boy use to always be a stellar liar, able to cover up his emotions well in the form of a defense mechanism, but over the time you got to know him and date him and love him, you’ve always been unbelievably good at reading him. You understood better than most about how the air around him hung and what kind of emotions were always just brimming underneath the surface.

But you hate having that kind of knowledge now. You hate knowing that even after all this time, all this distance, after that heartbreak, Yoongi still cares. He cares so, so much, that desire swimming underneath the surface, he cares so much that the thought of you running off with Hoseok is enough to make his blood boil.

You never wished you could unlearn something more. You wish you could forget the way he looked at you that evening in Tokyo, telling you he didn’t care about you and he didn’t care about you and Hoseok when it was so glaringly obvious that he just cared too much.

That’s probably where things started to change between the two of you.

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Imagine Waking Eggsy Up From a Nightmare

A/N: This is for the anon that prompted a fic where the reader wakes Eggsy up from a nightmare. Go ahead and send a request - anything at all! Hope you like this one anon! :D

This has some swearing in but is pretty tame next to some of my other stuff!

The feeling of something next to you thrashing about jerked you from a deep sleep. 

Still half asleep, you rubbed your eyes and turned over, reaching out blindly for the source of the noise. Your hand connected with the body next to you - your boyfriend, Eggsy, with his eyes squeezed shut and panicked murmurs escaping from his lips. 

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CHAPTER THREE: HE’S NOT YOUR FRIEND’S BOYFRIEND

PLOT SUMMARY: a multichapter imagine fic where the reader is dustin’s older sibling. follows along directly with the events of season 2. she’s friends with nancy, and drama ensues. over the course of the fic we see how the reader reacts to new challenges and a new romantic interest.  ( inspired by two other imagines that i literally can’t find for the life of me. )

CHAPTER SUMMARY: waking up at steve’s house and witnessing the birth of a rivalry.  ( filler chapter )

PAIRING: SLOWBURN Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Swearing, Spoilers, Billy.

CHAPTERS: ONE, TWO.

WORD COUNT: 1.2K+  

You woke up the next morning, in a place and bed you couldn’t recognize. Startled you jolted upwards and looked around. No one was in the room with you. You slowly crept out of the room and found yourself in a deserted hallway.

“ Steve? ” you yelled out.

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FP Jones/Andrews family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 9

Originally posted by riverdalesource

AN: This chapter is a little different… It’s also a little short so I may release the next chapter a little earlier than Friday. 

(Part One) (Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,335

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really

Before homecoming…

FP watched you leave the trailer with a unconscious smirk on his lips. 

You really were something else. 

He turned to the kitchen and poured himself a coffee, he had to be at Alice Coopers in an hour and if he was honest, he was kind of nervous. 

He knew Alice. He knew that this wasn’t just some social gathering to bring the Cooper/Jones family together but he said he’d go since Jughead seemed so damn excited about it. And in the end, he didn’t care that much about Alice’s intentions as long as his son was happy.

And your surprise visit was enough to encourage him to get through the rest of the evening. Knowing that you would be at the Whyte Wyrm in a pair of combat boots and black washed jeans that clung to you so tightly was enough to help FP through the night. 

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The Arrangement (pt 3)

The following days went by as usual, if not quieter. You don’t know what changed from the night of the dinner party, but you feel like something did. You saw Jimin in a new light after finding out that he told his friends about his unhappy marriage. It just made you realize how unhappy he truly was. How unhappy you truly were. And now you longed to have someone to tell your worries to, but you couldn’t risk it. Not when your parent’s happiness was on the line.

So you sucked it up. You bottled up your emotions once again and just tried not to upset Jimin any further. Clearly the smallest things were setting him off, and you rather not have any stress from him. Your marriage was already stressful enough. 


After another exhausting day at work, Jimin found his way to a bar where his friends were already seated and chatting. 

“Hey! Jimin’s here!” said Jungkook as he spots Jimin heading their way. All six boys turn to face him, noticing how lifeless he looked. 

“Hey guys…” Jimin says slowly as he pulls up a chair near Taehyung and ordered a drink. 

“You look tired..maybe you should go home and rest…?” Namjoon offered slowly.

“No.” was all he got as a response. The boys all knew about his life at home and though they felt bad for their friend, they couldn’t help but feel worse for you. 

“Ok so we were all talking and we realized…you never had a housewarming party!” Jin said, try to get the others excited.

“Yeah! So we’re going to come to your house this weekend and have a little party” Taehyung said, nudging Jimin’s shoulders a little.

“I rather not” Jimin said dully.

“We weren’t asking” Yoongi said cooly.

Jimin knew his friends weren’t going to take no for an answer. 


The following day, you woke up late and was hurrying to make a breakfast, although small, for Jimin. As the eggs were cooking, you heard Jimin shuffle into the small dining room and started to panic when you realized you didn’t have any food placed on the table. But Jimin just sat there, reading emails on his phone. He realized you were running late, and although he was somewhat annoyed, he didn’t want to start anything with you.

In the next few minutes, you placed his food down in front of him without saying anything. Since you were in a rush, you eggs looked somewhat ugly this morning and you mentally scolded yourself for not waking up on time. 

You noticed Jimin opening his mouth, signaling he was about to say something and you immediately prepared yourself for his cold words. When did you become this pathetic? 

This Saturday, my friends are coming over, so leave for the day” he said coldly. 

Weekends were no different from a weekday, Jimin would leave early in the morning if he ever did come home. You never knew. But you would have the house to yourself. You told yourself that all this time you had to youself, you would learn how to love yourself more. But how could you love yourself when the man who was supposed to be your husband despised you? Made you feel like you weren’t good enough. Not worth love?

So you were a little pissed when you realized he was kind of kicking you out for the day. Sure, you could always hang with some of your girls or go home and spend time with your parents. It’s not like you didn’t have options, but you were still pissed nonetheless. 

“oh..ok” you said slowly. Any appetite you had was suddenly gone. So you made your way to your bedroom and waited for Jimin to leave. 


Saturday soon came along and Jimin mentioned that his friends would be there around noon. You decided to go hang out with you mom for some time and get your nails or something done. You missed the little dates you had with you mom before you got married. She was your like your best friend, and oh my you missed her dearly. You wore one of your favorite dresses to lift your mood a little before you saw your mother. You put on a little makeup and decided a little was enough and decided to get on your way. You checked the time, and it was only 11:15, but you didn’t want to risk running into his friends. It would only upset Jimin more. 

So you hurriedly walked out of the house, noting that Jimin was sitting on the couch, just casually browsing on his phone. He didn’t acknowledge you, and you didn’t acknowledge him. For a change, he would be the one in the empty house alone, even though it was only till his friends came along. But still, it made you wonder how it would make him feel. 

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Hiraeth - Part Three

Originally posted by suga-mummy

☽Pairing☾ ; BTS | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Angst | Fluff

☽Word Count☾ ; 1.4k

☽Summary☾ Returning back to Korea after years of being under the ground, to see your parents. You wished it was all it took, to feel complete again. The aftermath of confusion, betrayal and sorrow was the reason to never come back into the boys presents. But it wasn’t until, seeing one them enter the same cafe, at the right time.

☽Notes☾ ;  Part Two | Part Four 


“Have you thought about who to approach first?” Your attention drawn to the woman up front, as the food arrived for the early mornings of a foggy city. Jane invited you to brunch for the time being, wanting to hear more of the program you had been attending for four years.  

“I never thought of it…I think all of them would be too… shocked to see me? If that makes sense…” You muttered, thinking of the possibilities of meeting just ONE of the boys, was too scary enough of a thought. To be fair, you were close with all of them and there wasn’t any favourites. “How do I even see them in the first place?”  

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Blessed Ostara

So what is Ostara? 

Ostara is a celebration of the Spring Equinox (March 21) celebrated by many practicing Wiccans, Pagans, and Witches. It marks the day when night and day are equal and balanced. The Sun God’s strength increases and the Goddess celebrates her fertility. Together they bring us Spring.

Ostara is a time for the celebration of fertility and balance, But fertility can be many things. It can be a new beginning hope, Or a fresh start. A goodbye to the harsh cold Winter, And a hello to the change Spring brings us. 

Eggs are commonly used for symbolism on this day as they have always been a symbol for fertility and life.

Ostara is very similar to the Christian holiday, Easter where followers celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. Both are celebrating life. 

Eggs are commonly used for symbolism on this day as they have always been a symbol for fertility and life. 




 So what can you do to invite this change and fertility into your life?

Take some egg shells, And hollow them out The idea is to make little “Pots”. Once that is done, Hold them, And think of what you need in your life. A new love? Peace? Healing? What ever it may be write your wishes for the Year on your shells and use them as planters for seeds. Water them, Take care of them and know that as your seedlings grow, They are pulling nourishment from the shells. They are being infused with your own intention. They’re bringing your spell to life.

Once they outgrow there little homes, Plant them outdoors so that they can be a reminder of what Spring brings to you.

It's A Good Thing I Like You// Lip Gallagher Imagine

a/n: Lip Gallagher is just such a cutie I love him. Also, this imagine takes place in the earlier seasons were Carl and Debby are still little kids. Enjoy!

Prompt: “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

Tag: @teddyslupn

Lip Gallagher x reader

You stumbled down the stairs of the Gallagher house, wearing one of Lip’s old shirts and a pair of bunny slippers. Rubbing your eyes groggily, you looked around the kitchen, unsurprised to see the kitchen buzzing with activity

Fiona was folding the laundry with the quickness of a cheetah, all while filling V in on the latest gossip of her love life. Ian was leaning against the counter, trying to study last minute for an exam. Over at the table, Carl was arguing loudly with Debby. 

You plopped down into the seat next to Debby, and started to braid her hair. She sighed happily and leaned into you, happy to have an older sister figure in her life who wasn’t always busy like Fiona.

“Way to fraternize with the enemy,” Carl mumbled, glaring at you from his seat across from you. 

Laughing, you responded, “First, I don’t even think you know what fraternize means. Second, how am I the enemy?“ 

Before Carl had the chance to answer, Lip shuffled down the stairs. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed he was not only shirtless but also had a bad case of bed head, which looked adorable on him. 

"Shit, I forgot, sorry guys,” he apologized to his family who were glaring at him intensely. 

And then you remembered, Lip had promised to make breakfast for that morning. However, he got a little sidetracked with you the night before… 

Lip walked over to you, kissed you on the cheek and made his way over to the fridge to start making some eggs. He smiled at you lightly, 

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you,” he said, causing you to blush. 

The rest of the Gallagher’s in the kitchen made throw up noises, Carl’s being the loudest. 

“So this is why I’m the enemy, huh?” You asked, turning your attention to the troublemaker at the table. He nodded his head stubbornly and refused to make eye contact with you. 

“Well too bad, because she’ll be staying around a lot longer,” Lip called from the stove where he was cracking eggs into a pan. 

“Good!” Debby shouted, spinning around with her new braid in her hair. “I like y/n,” she said defensively to Carl, sticking her tongue out at him at the end of her sentence.

“Well I don’t dumbass, she’s interrupting my eating schedule,“ Carl responded. 

"Language!” Fiona yelled.

 As soon as the first batch of eggs were done, Lip placed a plate in front of you and Debby. You both started to dig into your breakfast as Carl watched enviously.

“That’s what you get for being a little shit to my girlfriend,“ Lip told him in his big brother voice that wasn’t uncommon for you to hear. Carl rolled his eyes, leaning across the table and scooping up some of your eggs. 

"It’s a good thing I like you, kid, or else you’d be a dead man,” you told him lightheartedly as you allowed him to eat some of your food. 

He grinned at you, eggs in his teeth, and said, “Fine, I like you too." 

After breakfast, everyone parted their seperate ways for work or school or whatever activity they had planned for the day, but you and Lip lingered back. 

As you helped him clean the kitchen, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waste. You leaned into him, and smiled when he started to kiss your neck. 

"You know, I should probably brush my teeth before we do this again, I just ate,” you laughed breathlessly as the kiss depended and he turned you around and pushed you until your back was pressed against the fridge. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I like you enough to not care about your breath,” he said, before delving back into his work on your neck. 

You sighed happily, “It’s a good thing I like you too.”

When Your POT Doesn’t Show

How annoying, right? You drive completely out of your way for a POT date for him to completely bail. I will say though, this is a first for me but this does happen to the best of us. Here’s how to help. 

1) Try and get there first and say you need a table for one. 

When you do this, they’ll only set up a table for one, not two. Meaning, you won’t sit through your own lunch or dinner by yourself. No one would ever guess. :) If he does come, getting another table setting is no big deal. 

2) Don’t be discouraged. 

This happens to us all the time. Think positive. Today was such a beautiful day in Arizona that I actually truly enjoyed sitting outside eating my bowl of strawberries. 

3)Try and find a last minute replacement whether it be an SD or just a friend. 

I actually tried calling one of my other ones, or even a friend who lived by to come and join me las minute. “Hey, I’m actually at _______ and was thinking of you, you’re more than welcome to come join.”  

4) Make the day about you. 

After him not showing up, I browsed the mall, got a real lunch and took time for myself. I was even happier knowing I could get to go home and do extra homework I needed to make up before the break ended. 

5) Don’t put your eggs in one basket. 

When I first started SA I only wanted one guy, but then shit like this would happen and I would freak out because I needed cash. Today, wasn’t the story because I’m like eh, I have three others. (AND FELINE FELIX IS TOMORROW! :D)

6) If he contacts you…  

Finds out his friend was in a legitimate motorcycle accident. Picture included of his friend and Reverse Google Image site verified. He said he was extremely sorry and that he would make it up to me. USUALLY I wouldn’t give this guy a second blink but we have conversed, he’s very kind and respectable. He also bought me lingerie off of Yandy.com prior to meeting me. 

However, be warned if you do give a guy a second chance he may end up doing the same thing again. I’ve totally been there. If you want, tell him be better wire some money to your pay pal to make sure he’s actually going to come if you do give him a second chance. 

Hope this helps
- (sbmisstaylor)

Inseparable Love - Loki x Reader

Originally posted by avengersmemes

Summary: Loki & (Y/N) have been secretly together for years. One day Tony eggs (Y/N) on about getting into a relationship until she cracks, eventually revealing that she is in a relationship with the villain who once tried to take over the world.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word count: 3.5K

A/N: Sorry I’ve been kinda inactive, school has just started for me and I’m kinda trying to get on schedule and figure everything out!
As always, requests are open but please be patient with me! I’d love to write your stories but at the same time, I have my own ideas.
I’m open to anything as long as it isn’t morally wrong (: thank you for reading!

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