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Masterposts

10 Gift Ideas for The Broke Person: Gift giving can get expensive. Here’s how to work it into your budget. Click here.

Adulting: I make weekly “Adulting” posts that cover food, cleaning, saving money, and living on your own. Click here.

Balancing a Checkbook: How to balance a checkbook (and some relationship advice). Click here.

Budgeting on Minimum Wage: Some tips/tricks to living off a minimum wage budget. I also offer example budgets based on full time and part time minimum wage salaries.  Click here.

Car Insurance: Looking into car insurance but unsure where to start? Click here.

First Apartment: Learn how to look for apartments, set up your utilities, plus general first apartment advice. Click here.

Gym memberships: My weirdly popular post about gym membership. Click here.

Jobs: My post with helpful links to cover letter and resume writing. Click here.

Living on Your Own: Transitioning from a roommate situation to living on your own for the first time? Click here.

Living on Your Own (With Cats): My personal favorite post, detailing how to live on your own with cats and not loose your mind. Click here.

Long Distance: Advice on long distance relationships. Click here.

Meal Tips: My quintessential guide to feeding yourself on a student or small budget. Click here.

Paper Organization: Learn how to keep your important documents in order. Click here.

Renting vs. Student Housing: Weigh the pros and cons of renting off campus and living on campus. Click here.

Storage: I get so many storage related questions. Here are some thoughts on storage in small apartments and dorm rooms. Click here.

Tomato Sauce: Here’s a post entirely devoted to making tomato sauce. It’s cheap, easy to make, and so delicious. Click here.

a friend of mine won a raffle at work

her and another boy at work

won tickets for the rugby tonight in the hospitality lounge

she’s just posted a post about how she’s just met met Princess Anne

it made me think of zimbits



  • Bitty won tickets to go to a falcs game in the nice box
  • totally random
  • and he’s DYING
  • because thats ALICIA ZIMMERMAN
  • and he’s with Lardo
  • who is being super chill and keeping him from puking
  • and for some reason, he gets into a heated argument over pie with some celebrity tv chef he dislikes over their insistence that it always has to be the bEST stuff
  • and he’s like
  • screw you, do you know how much it costs? to be good? and get good things? I live in a FRAT HOUSE you pompous ass and I bet I could bake circles around you with one hand tied behind my back AND a murder stop and shop run
  • and Bob is like.
  • this
  • this is the one
  • I want this one.
  • Alicia.
  • Please
  • and shes pepper potts
  • No
  • But Jack will love him, I know it!!
  • No
  • Please!!
  • No.
  • *Don’t even pull that elitist crap with me, I learned how to cook like generation before me at the KNEE OF MY MOTHER and I don’t need to go all the way to FRANCE to know that you don’t freeze the damn butter*
  • Alicia is like… well shit. Bobs got heart eyes, no one is watching the hockey and everyone misses Jack getting the winning goal because Lardo has started filming it
  • so jacks a lil pissed with bitty
  • bitty is soaring on righteous fury
  • Bob is trying to convince Lardo he needs a copy of this video
  • and Alicia is wondering if she can spin this into a cooking show for her new network
  • (she can. Bitty hosts a bargain bin / student budget cooking show that is a HUGE hit because he’s super passive agressive about EVERYTHING he uses)
  • *If, like MOST OF AMERICA you live in a place where hand picked olives from Tuscany are not on sale, then store bought is FINE*
  • 50 uses for hot sauce your housemates got while couponing without your guidance.
  • how to make a three course meal for your girlfriend when you can’t cook and you promised her before checking that the oven was even working CHRIS CHOW, using a toaster, a microwave and an inventive use of the spin setting on your washer.
  • when giant canadian hockey butts slander your FOUR TIME COUNTY FAIR WINNING MAPLE CRUSTED PIES and you have to PROVE THEM WRONG. for beginners!
  • *bright smile*
  • When Hockey Butt uses the last of the milk and you’re about to go live on air.
  • when HB admits that he’s not feeling so great and you need to make your mamma’s chicken soup but can’t afford chicken
  • when you are at your wits end because a cute HB is coming over for dinner and you had class all morning and didn’t have time to prep all the food - meet my sous chef Dex!
  • The meal that I served to HB’s parents! First meeting food for the soul - the budget will shock you!
  • and people are like
  • is this the same HB? who was a dick?
  • and now they are dating?! 
Brooklyn Nine Nine High School

Imagine the characters of Brooklyn Nine Nine, but as high school teachers.

~Holt is the principal, and insists on being called Captain Holt instead of Principal Holt
~Jake is the English teacher, his students call him by his first name, he treats his students like he’s their friend, he goes to the principal’s office daily because he lets his students slack off and doesn’t discipline them
~Amy is the math teacher, she tries to be the “cool” high school teacher, but constantly fails, her students are disrespectful and give her a hard time, Jake gets her students to lay off her
~Charles teachers the cooking class and home ec, he recently made his students start cooking Latavian food for Nikolaj, it’s disgusting and he keeps showing his students tons of photos of Nikolaj on his phone
~Terry is the gym teacher, more like a drill sergeant, he wants his students to be as ripped as he is, it isn’t a real workout until they’ve swear buckets and their legs don’t work anymore
~Gina is a guidance counselor, need I say more honestly? She follows her kids on Twitter, if a kid is feeling down, she shows them memes and prescribes them to listen to Beyoncé
~Rosa is a security guard, no kid can sneak in alcohol when she’s on duty, of course everyone is afraid of her, several of the female students think she’s hot, they even act suspicious on purpose to get her attention, she hangs out at the guidance counselor’s office when she’s on break

Would y'all read it if I wrote a fanfic of this AU?
Tomato Sauce

There is nothing that I love more than a bowl of pasta with tomato sauce. Tomato sauce is inexpensive, versatile, and so easy to make. You can literally let it stew for hours unattended while you do your thing. I am known amongst my friends and family as the tomato sauce queen. Here are some of my tips and also some of my favorite recipes. 🍅 

Thick Tomato Sauce 

The only way to make thick tomato sauce is to use canned tomatoes. Fresh tomatoes create a thinner sauce. Trust me. Don’t believe the haters who say that a complex sauce can’t be created in a half hour. They are liars! Thick tomato sauce is great for anything from ravioli to shells. It’s also better for weird pasta shapes (like wheels) than thin pasta, because it coats better. 

1. Pricing. There are different qualities of canned tomatoes, different brands costing anywhere from 89 cents to $6.00. You can taste a slight difference with the tomatoes themselves, but not enough to warrant dropping lots of money. I recommend just going to your local Dollar Store and buying bulk cans of whatever is cheapest. One 12 oz can of tomatoes makes two meals for me.

2. Canned variety. Sometimes I like to buy “fire roasted tomatoes” or “herbed tomatoes” to mix it up. Even with the stronger varieties, any initial taste they have will be mostly covered up by whatever you put in the sauce. Remember: fresh herbs are always better than dried ones! 

3. Building your sauce. If you’re going to put anything that needs cooking in your sauce (NOT meat, but any garlic, onions, mushrooms, carrots) cook these in a sauce pan first. Use oil, not butter. Add any dried herbs or spices you want to this initial mix. 

4. Get going. Add your tomato sauce to the pan and get it bubbling. Now is the time to add anything that doesn’t need cooking (olives, capers, anchovies, pickled anything). I like to use brines in my sauces, so I add them at this point. For example, if I’m making a puttanesca sauce, I’ll add my black olives and pour the black olive juice right into my pan. 

5. Taste it. Take a spoonful and taste it. If you don’t like it’s taste, add some more spices. If it’s too acidic, add tomato paste. At this point you can either turn it on low and let it cook for an hour, which creates a very rich and thick sauce. Or, you can cook some meat or veggies and add your fresh herbs. Always ad your fresh herbs in right before you’re about to eat! Otherwise they’ll wilt and you won’t taste their flavor. 

Some easy thick sauces:

  • Puttanesca: From Series of Unfortunate events (and also Italy). Cook garlic and onions first. Don’t let them brown too much, just get them not raw. Add your canned tomatoes, let the sauce sizzle while adding salt and pepper (don’t go crazy on the salt). Add anchovies, black olives, capers, and other pickled things (pickled mushrooms, jalapeños, pearl onions, etc). Pour your black olive juice right into the sauce pan. Let it cook until the sauce has absorbed the olive juice. Top with cheese.
  • Marinara: Brown some garlic and onions in olive oil. Add tomato paste to the pan after the onions and garlic have turned golden, and swirl it around so that it gets toasted. Add your canned tomatoes and any dried herbs you may be using (thyme, parsley, oregano… but be gentle with your oregano pouring). Let reduce if you added the dried herbs, otherwise add fresh herbs and serve immediately. Put this on your pizza or in your lasagna. 
  • Bolognese: Cook your meat first with oil, seasoning with cumin, garlic powder, pepper and salt. Or whatever spice blend you enjoy. Remove the cooked meat, and use the juices as the base for your tomato sauce. Pour your canned tomatoes and mix the sauces. Add chopped carrots or your other favorite vegetables. Cook until the veggies are fork tender, and add your meat back in. Hearty and warming! 

Thin Tomato Sauce 

This type of sauce always reminds me of summertime at my parent’s house when my mom would make her basil tomato sauce (see bellow). A thin sauce doesn’t have to be lighter than a thick sauce, but it definitely interacts with pasta differently and really needs a long pasta or a penne pasta to properly pick it up.

1. Fresh tomatoes. You don’t need to spend your lifesavings on beautiful heirloom tomatoes (in fact I’d urge you to just eat any heirloom tomato you happen upon raw). Any old tomato will do, even ones that are starting to sag and move towards the end of their lives. One fresh tomato makes two meals for me.

2. Cutting tomatoes. Cut the bottom of the tomato off and slice your tomato that way, cutting into the core. This way, no part of your tomato goes unused. For quick cooking, chop the tomato up small. If you have more time, leave large chunks to caramelize. You get a bit more flavor this way, but we don’t all have the luxury of time, so don’t stress about it.

3. Sauce base. With this type of tomato sauce, your base is 90% oil. The tomatoes themselves aren’t heavy enough to carry themselves, so do not skimp on the oil. I recommend cooking garlic and onions and browning them before adding your tomatoes. Allow them to dissolve into the sauce while you do your dishes or whatever. 

4. Acidity. Fresh tomatoes can make for a really acidic sauce. Make sure to cook some veggies or meat to help balance out the flavor. Cook these in a separate pan while your tomatoes are reducing. Remove them, and pour their juices into the sauce. I recommend bacon. 

5. Too much reducing/gloppy sauce. You may have to add water if your sauce becomes too reduced. Don’t worry if you add too much water, just let the sauce reduce to a comfortable consistency. Add your fresh herbs minutes before it’s done. I would skip the spices or dried herbs, their taste is too powerful for this sort of sauce. 

Some easy thin sauce combos: 

  • Hello onion: Caramelize half an onion. Chop it up into thin slices so that it will cook faster. Cook bacon and pour the drippings over the cooking onion. Add your fresh tomatoes and add water to help everything reduce. Be careful adding salt, the pasta will have salt from the bacon juices already. Add the crumbled bacon after you’ve turned the sauce off. 
  • Mom’s basil sauce: Using olive oil and chopped garlic, cook tomatoes with salt and pepper. Add basil when the tomatoes have reduced. 
  • Veggie blast: Brown onions and garlic (or not). After they’ve browned, add your favorite veggies to the sauce. I have a soft spot for squashes so I like to use eggplant and whatever squash we have in our fridge. I encourage you to get creative and to try different things. Add your tomatoes shortly after adding your veggies, because you don’t want the veggies to overcook and becoming mushy. Add spinach or kale after the sauce has reduced, and season heavily with salt and pepper. Seriously, veggies need salt.
Professor

In which Andrew didn’t choose Exy but still chose Neil, which meant Neil had to learn how to talk about something other than stick-ball. 

warning, mention of implied sexual assault/non-con


Lucy had not anticipated what she was dealt. 

Her first day of second year brought a tone of finality to it all: it wasn’t just a year-long dream of terrible decisions and alcohol and chaos. It continued on, and so would she. 

Her first day also happened to bring Professor Andrew Minyard, five feet and blond and utterly terrifying. 

Introducing the course had started off mundane enough, until Eddie Court – an asshole she’d regretted sleeping with dearly – decided to lean over her shoulder. He never got the chance to say anything because a pencil dotted him squarely in his forehead, so hard that a tiny droplet of blood threatened to bead. 

Everyone stared. Shocked, confused, but remaining in complete silence as they  – Lucy included – tried to remember if anyone had mentioned anything about the man, whether or not this was normal or out-of-the-ordinary behaviour. 

“Name.” He sounded bored. 

Eddie rose his fingers to brush his forehead, smearing the tiniest of droplets. He stared at his fingertips, then at Minyard, then at the pencil that had clattered on his desk. Then at Minyard again. “Eddie Court.”

“Court. Christ.” The professor said, with a palpable distaste to his tone. “I will say this once, despite having to repeat it every year, because students seem to get thicker with every new class.” His face was blank. Stone. Lucy had never heard someone utter insults with such apathy. She didn’t know whether or not to be scared or curious: Such a mask was difficult to maintain. “Shut the fuck up, or get the fuck out. Understood?”

Swearing in class. At the students. Completely against protocol. 

Lucy couldn’t help but smile. Just a little. 


Within weeks, the class had learned how to abide by Professor Minyard’s rules. His previous students were sought out, but they merely grinned at the mention of his name. One student dared to ask another law professor, questioning the teaching methods of the criminology expert. They shook their head, leaning to the professor next to them and sharing a laugh, an inside joke that none of the second years were a part of. 

Yet. 

Curiosity won out over fear eventually, and what that said about Lucy, she wasn’t sure. Eventually, he won her respect: The piece of white chalk he’d flung had imbedded itself in her tightly curled hair when she’d fallen asleep at the eight AM lecture on a Tuesday morning. 

“You think I want to be here, Rone?” 

That piece of chalk rested on her bedside table. Lucy didn’t want to be weird, especially considering her professor hadn’t played Exy since college, but he’d played with Neil Josten and Kevin Day. The Neil Josten, and the Kevin Day. And if she had spent nights watching old Palmetto State Fox games, sitting in awe as she watched him flick balls away from the goal like it was absolutely nothing, no one was going to know. 

He was just as apathetic as he had been back then. Lucy had decided he was just emotionless: That didn’t make him any worse at teaching, so it wasn’t really her problem. 

And then she became his problem. 


Her grades had dropped dramatically low. Andrew stared at the results that he’d just drawn up, picked the paper up off the desk, and leaned back in his chair. 

It was a midterm. He’d eyed Lucy Rone’s bad results in the past two mini-quizzes, her surprisingly worsening attendance, and this was enough to force his hand. 

Half an hour later, he was convinced this was abnormal behaviour, if her patterns rang true. 

Caring, caring. Perhaps the internal monologue would never leave him alone, but he knew better than to listen to it’s mocking tone. Watch yourself turn into Wymack, why don’t you. Call Dan and say you’re taking over as coach of the Foxes. 

He almost told himself to shut up, but the chime of his phone snapped him out of his head. It kept chiming and he sighed, picking it up and wedging it between his shoulder and ear, returning to stare at the mark scrawled in the corner of the exam paper. 

“Are you going to be here for dinner?”

“Not if you’re attempting to make something.” Neil had improved past the broke-college-student level of cooking skills, but he wasn’t apt enough to cook dinner without some form of disaster. 

It hadn’t taken long for Andrew to learn the sound of Neil grinning through the phone. A particular tone of voice, a particular exhale. “It’s already done. Just has to be heated up again.”

“Edible?”

“Can’t really be the judge of my own creation, can I?”

“I’ll be home soon.” Andrew liked the way his mouth curled around the word home.”Lucy Rone. Sound like someone problematic to you?”

“Not particularly. Lucy’s always been the name of that old woman sitting on the front porch, knitting. Five cats, crocheting and all.”

“So, you?”

“If old ladies swung heavy sticks at other people, sure.”

Andrew let himself smile. He allowed himself this. The small curl up on his lips. He’d earned that, after all this time. “Sure.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

“Unusually bad performance. Moved from sitting front and centre to back corner. Shit attendance.”

“You’re probably a much better judge of character than I would be, now.”

Because I’ve studied criminal, suspicious and victimised behaviour for a long time, Andrew wanted to remind him. But this was no longer a sore spot for Neil: He no longer needed to read people’s intentions in need to survive, because he was safe. He could let that overly-analytical part of himself behind. It had been almost 12 years since their first win against Edgar Allen. He was still alive, well. 

Happy, even. 

Hard to believe that was partly Andrew’s fault. 

Focus. 

Andrew emailed Lucy to visit him before their next class at nine o’clock the next morning. 


She was five minutes early, he was five minutes late. He couldn’t say anything about her appearance, considering he was wearing Neil’s jersey under his coat and that he had walked out of the door with a coffee, slippers and nothing to comb his hair with but his fingers. 

His students knew not to say anything. 

Lucy sported a pair of sweats that had her high school’s initials printed on the front, with a pair of exy sticks embroidered just underneath. Her name was printed on the back pocket, and they only just came down to her ankles. 

Exy fan, then. Andrew wouldn’t have guessed. 

She didn’t say anything, sparing him a hollow looking before following him into his office. He’d used to share it, until he’d bribed the finicky financial law to move somewhere else. It was entirely his own space, clean and devoid of decoration. 

He motioned towards the desk and she leaned against it, clutching the binder to her chest. 

Brown skin didn’t usually lose this much of it’s valour, even during winter. 

And winters in South Carolina were hardly anything worth mentioning. 

“Your grades.”

She was staring at the floor. Her eyes didn’t move when she nodded. 

“All I need is a reason.” 

She said nothing. 

“It’d probably be easier on you if you told me. I’m your criminology professor: I’ll find out eventually.”

“I’m not on drugs.” She said, quickly, but not so quickly that it was an immediate red flag. An orange flag. Andrew settled back into his seat and propped his ankle on his knee. 

“Never said you were.”

“I’m fine.” 

Andrew gave her a flat look. “You know who also says that?”

She shook her head. 

“Surely someone who still wears her high school’s exy uniform would have an inkling. Yay-high, hair like a fire-engine siren, mouth like one too.”

Her eyes lit up. “I’ve always wanted to ask if he knows that you wear his old Palmetto jersey. I thought he hated you?”

“I hated him.” Andrew corrected her. “I hate him.” He corrected himself. “And he knows.”

She looked wistful. “Cool.” 

“Lucy.”

She looked back at him. 

“If there’s a problem, you come to me. Alright?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

“Because you can trust me. I can be a lawyer, a therapist, an advice column, what have you.”

“Can I trust you?”

“When you’re ready to.” 

She seemed satisfied enough to nod, murmur a timid thank you, and slipped out the door. 


Lucy banged on the door, feeling sick. She couldn’t go back to her dorm, because it made her want to crawl into a corner and be enveloped in a shadow. To be the smallest, most insignificant thing. 

She wasn’t sure how on earth her criminology professor was supposed to empathise with her, when he was the human embodiment of a brick wall, but here she was, trembling, feverish, panicked, and knocking on his office door at ten o’clock at night. 

He opened the door with a mildly annoyed expression, which flattened out immediately at the sight of her. 

She’d only seen him this morning, but that felt like a whole world away now. 

“Hello.”

She wanted to ask why he was still here, on campus, this late at night. What on earth he could possibly be working on, at ten o’clock on a Tuesday evening. Instead, she blurted: “What does it mean if I didn’t say no?”

He stilled. 

Too much, too much, too much: She had asked too much of him, a middle aged professor who apparently had two cats and a boyfriend, if the senior’s rumours were true. Criminology professor aside, this was the last thing someone like him would want to be dragged into –

He stood aside and motioned for her to come in. She shuffled by him, arms around her stomach. He shut the door. 

Lucy wanted to be sick. 

He pulled a pen out of his pocket – professors always had pens on them, didn’t they? – and tore a corner off a piece of paper, scribbling down a phone number. 

“This woman helped me.” Betsy. “She can help you, too.”

“You said you could be a therapist.” Lucy hedged. 

He sighed, and she’d never seen him so reflective. “I have my limits.”

She nodded. She took the piece of paper. She left. 


“Where the fuck is Court?” Andrew leaned on the edge of his desk at the front of the lecture hall, eyeing the empty seat. Second lesson in a row. 

Lucy Rone sat in front of it, back straight, gaze steady. 

“Suspended.” 

Andrew looked at her. “For how long?”

There was a hesitant smile. “Undetermined. Charges have been pressed against him.” 

Andrew drew a long line through Eddie Court’s name on the attendance.


Lucy waited by the door and saw her professor approaching, with the stack of papers in his hands. She was anxious about this mark, more-so than the others. Her dip in performance would be hard to get back up from, but if she could do it in criminology, she could do it in the rest. There was a cluster of students waiting to get their essay’s grade back, but Lucy was first in line. 

“Yay or nay?” She asked. 

Professor Minyard gave Lucy a flat look, and opened the door. 

Lucy promptly had a heart attack at the man beyond the door. 

“Feet. Off.” Her professor said, looking flatly at Neil Josten, with his feet propped up on the desk, arms folded. He, too, was wearing a faded jersey of the Palmetto Foxes’ colours, but it was too bunched up for Lucy to read the name. 

“Surprise.” Neil Josten said, and Lucy wanted to scream. 

“Get your fucking feet off my fucking desk.” Her professor dropped the large stack of papers next to where Neil Josten had propped up his heavy boots. Neil did not get his fucking feet off the fucking desk. 

Lucy almost had the nerve to scream: do you know who that is? Do you have any clue how famous he was? But she remembered that the two of them were friends. Sort of. She held her tongue, and let her heart thrum in her chest, happy to be completely ignored. 

“Leave.” Professor Minyard flicked Neil in the temple. 

Neil smiled. Neil Josten smiled. 

Lucy was having heart palpitations. 

He slowly drew his feet away from the desk to stand, still smiling. “Have a nice day.”

“You weren’t meant to be here till tomorrow evening, Josten. Explain.”

“You’re busy. Later.”

Lucy watched her professor’s arm reach out to brush along Neil Josten’s forearm as he slid past, and there was a startlingly foreign crinkle of warmth in his eyes. 

The back of Neil’s Palmetto jersey read Minyard. A thin platinum ring, identical to the one her professor wore around his neck, clacked against the doorknob as he pushed it open. She remember her professor occasionally wearing Josten. 

There was a startling curve of her professor’s lips, an almost smile that made him look almost human. 

Neil grinned before slipping out the door. 

Oh, Lucy thought, and then she said it aloud. 

Her professor turned on her, pointing. “If you dare to ask me for a single autograph, I will fail you.” 

Lucy was still smiling. 

“If any word about this gets out, I will fail you.” He warned. 

“Are you married?” Lucy laughed. 

His face was stone. 

“Holy shit. Professor Josten-Minyard. Two cats and a husband.”

“It’s Minyard-Josten.” He said coldly. “Get out.” 

Lucy got out.


By the next class, everyone knew, despite Lucy not breathing a word. Which meant the entirety of Neil Josten’s personal but still public Instagram account displayed his home life. But that was none of his student’s – or anyone’s– business. 

And if Neil started coming in with breakfast on those Tuesday morning lectures during his off season, that was none of their business either. 

ID #22594

Name: Morgan
Age: 19
Country: USA

Hello! I’m Morgan, a 19 year old from the USA. I’ve had a few pen pals in the past and am looking for another. I love to travel and explore the world, so getting to know someone from a different perspective is incredibly interesting. I’m a student at university who is studying mechanical engineering and french. I love to cook and to garden when I’m not hitting the books!
I am also a huge sci-fi nerd( Star Wars, Star Trek, Firefly, LOTR, Harry Potter, Marvel, Dark Horse… you name it I’m probably at least heard of it!) I love to sing, listen to music and read and am always looking for new book and music recommendations. I am nearly fluent in French and fluent in English, so either language works for me. I’m happy to swap adventure stories, day to day happenings, or geek out about whats happening in the sci-fi world!

Preferences: I’d prefer to talk to people in my age group (18-25) but really anyone with a good sense of humor and similar interests! If you’re down for snail mail too after a while that’d be awesome!

anonymous asked:

Hot weather meals anon here: I meant meals that don't require hot cooking.

Gotcha!

Meals Without Cooking

  • Sandwiches: Sandwiches are super easy, super versatile, and require little to no effort to put together. You can pick up sliced deli meats and cheese for a reasonable price, chop up tomatoes, add lettuce and BOOM. I like to use salad dressing instead of mayo on my sandwiches.
    • Peanut butter and jelly
    • Tomato and cheese
    • Deli meat and cheese
  • Salad: Skip the creamy dressings whenever possible. Salads are super easy to make and are perfect for every meal. If you can’t eat all of your salad within 24 hours, remove any wet components (olives, fruit, etc) and store them in a separate container. A soggy salad is hard to eat!
    • Cucumber and cranberry
    • Tomato and mozzarella 
    • Olive and feta
  • Wraps: A less (but equally versatile) sandwich alternative. No cooking, but some slight hand maneuvering involved. 
    • Turkey, cheese, lettuce
    • Ham, cheese, mayo
    • Tomato, mozzarella, pesto
  • Ramen: Instead of pouring water into a pot to set on the stove, you can pour hot water into a bowl and add your ramen. Wait five minutes, and the ramen will start to soften up. Add whatever sauces you like!
    • Soy sauce
    • Sriracha
    • Peanut butter
  • Chicken: If you are a chicken-eating person but don’t want to bother cooking a whole chicken, pick up a pre-cooked chicken from your local grocery store. It’s less expensive than you would think, and worth at least two meals. 
    • Chicken salad
    • Chicken sandwich
    • BBQ chicken
  • Tuna salad: I am a tuna salad fiend. This is my favorite recipe.
  • Overnight Oats: The taste sensation that’s sweeping the nation. Click here.
  • Granola: I am so addicted to Bakery on Main’s gluten-free granola. Perfect as a snack or a meal. That said, you can make your own granola for a lot cheaper. 
  • Peanut butter: If I’m looking for a quick, no-hassle lunch I’ll slice up an apple and eat it with peanut butter. I also love peanut butter on rice cakes, toast, etc. Feel free to substitute your favorite nut butter!

Followers- please add your favorite no-cook recipes to the list!

Falsettos Teachers AU !!!!!!

I love teachers aus !!!!!!!!!!! so !!!! much !!!!!!!!!! so here’s a falsettos one! au where the tight knit family are all teachers at a high school. I love these characters so much goddamn it. I’ll call the school McKinley High bc it sounds good (I did not intend for this to be a glee reference but it happened. oops) 

MARVIN RICHARDS
- he teaches english lit. 
- he gives out loads of hw so a lot of students complain about him, but none of them actually HATE him. 
- bc his classes are pretty interesting. 
- all of his classes end up turning into a huge debate about the themes of whatever book they’re talking about. 
 - obviously Marvin n e v e r backs down abt his opinion. 
 - so his classes are always vv heated, and it always ends up dragging on (and Marvin receives several complaints from the teachers w/ classes after him)
- for some reason he’s the coach of racquetball club, a fact that is considered one of the biggest mysteries at McKinley High, because he is absolute shit at it, members of the club will vouch for it.
- BUT despite his lack of talent in racquetball, he is quite buff (I’m imagining Christian Borle as Marvin here so…. y’all have seen his arms, right????? Marvin is totally super buff)

WHIZZER BROWN
- obviously he’s the young PE teacher 
- that came to the school recently 
- all the students love him 
- he’s super chill and the Cool Teacher™, he has loads of cool stories about past hookups and things, reeeeeally lax about rules and everything
 - he becomes coach of the baseball team as well
 - and he’s the ya know the hot young fit PE teacher, so all the female teachers were all flirting with him at the beginning, and he made it V E R Y clear that he was not interested.
- but yes he flirts with the male teachers a lot (he flirts with Marvin too, and Marvin just gets annoyed, although secretly he enjoys it)
- he definitely complains to his students about his love life (which leads to the revelation of Marvin’s sexuality, will write more abt this later) 
- the students are the biggest marvin/whizzer shippers & tries to set them up together
- Takes the students out for ice cream during class sometimes, bc who the hell cares? 

TRINA 
- music teacher music teacher 
- she oversees choir club and drama club too :)
- she acts like a mother to all her students :’)))))))
- when she doesn’t have classes to teach (which compared to esp Marvin and Charlotte, she has way less) she goes out and gets coffee for everyone. (or donuts. they all love donuts)
- She visits Mendel a lot bc they’re bored a lot, the rest of tkf have more classes than them. 

MENDEL 
- obviously the school counselor!!!!!!! my god
- right so he has a cat (THIS IS CANON) and he brings her to school sometimes, it just sits with his in his office and students just swarm his room during break times to see the cat
- it becomes the Official Mascot of McKinley High
- the tkf eat lunch together in his office sometimes bc its v cozy and he keeps loads of snacks there (also the cat)
- students get sent to him if they cause trouble but they end up playing board games and eating snacks together and cuddling the cat
- students love him and would go visit him even when they have no reason to (mainly its cuz of the cat, but the students love Mendel too don’t worry)
- has had a massive crush on Trina forever, and he thinks he’s being really discreet and everything but actually literally everyone knows

 CHARLOTTE DUBOIS
- teaches science !!!!! most likely chemistry 
- “does loads of experiments and gets more excited about it than the students” type of teacher
- always has the white lab coat on
- close with Marvin, complains about their students together, and also marks papers / tests together over unhealthy amounts of coffee and red bull

 CORDELIA 
- home economics :))))) 
- all the students love her 
- she’s supposed to be the teacher but she burns SOMETHING every time they have to cook
- (the students always have the fire extinguisher ready just in case)
- no she is a good cook and everything it’s just,,,, she’s also hella clumsy
- The students try to set her up with Mendel at first (they’re both rays of sunshine and literally the sweetest people ever,, hear me out) but then she comes out to them
- and then they decide,,,,,, Ms. Dubois was saying she needed an assistant for her chem classes 👀 👀

other things!!!!!!!!

IMPORTANT FACT: the students play matchmaker for the teachers omfg

- whizzer’s students were the first ones who told him that Marvin was gay (he’s not the type to go around yelling about it, although he’s out of the closet) when whizzer was complaining about the lack of attractive gay men in the school 

“They’re all either old, or married, or straight! Why did I decide to work here again?”

“What about Mr. Richards though?”

“the WHOMST” (secretly whizzer had his eye on marvin but assumed he was straight) (but now he thinks about it OBVIOUSLY he’d be gay)

- ALSO, Whizzer’s going home for the day when he walks past the racquetball court and sees Marvin trying to teach and failing horrifically, while the students are just laughing.

“God, have you ever heard of form?” 

and Whizzer ends up becoming coach of racquetball team. Marvin is demoted to “assistant coach” aka sulking as he loses every game to Whizzer. 

pls add more !!!!!!!!!!! I would like to see y’all’s headcanons about this :)))))

What i find great about UA having the students live there is that it means SOMEONE is gonna have to teach them how to do normal everyday stuff. Aizawa teaching them how to use coupons after school and taking some grocery shopping, All Might showing them how to drive if they don’t already know, Mic teaching students to cook things besides microwavable foods, it just means all the teachers will essentially have to take up a sort-of parental role and i love it

samurai bravo au: martial arts class

johnny becomes convinced that the way to a woman’s heart is being super good at japanese martial arts. he gets into a few classes, but he can hardly sit still or pay attention long enough to watch the forms, and is also too full of himself to stop striking poses every five seconds.

the larger budget dojos kick him out bc he’s a crap student. disheartened, he almost misses the squat little dojo nestled between two other buildings, except he’s staring at his shoes morosely when he steps on the humble advertisement that’s fallen on the pavement.

“learn the way of the samurai! payments in food accepted”

and heck, no one can resist his mama’s cooking, so he figures it’ll be easy to pay for this, even if he gets kicked out like the others (especially since his wallet is empty from the entrance fees of all the others)

jack’s dojo is small and he has few or no students. johnny seems enthusiastic, so jack agrees to take him on as a pupil. johnny proves difficult to instruct at first (“like this,” jack says, demonstrating the first pose. “like this?” johnny says, flexing).

but ultimately jack’s patience wins out and johnny actually learns something? even johnny is surprised!

johnny brings him homemade food from his mother and sometimes they eat it together after a long class session.

imagine jack’s disappointment and hurt when he learns johnny only wants to learn martial arts to show off

ALTERNATIVELY, imagine johnny coming to the realization that martial arts is good for him and feeling bad that he’d treated it like a gimmick to pick up women and feeling like he’s gotta tell sensei jack – only jack says something poignant and kind like, “it matters not why you chose to become my pupil, only that you now are and that you continue to honor my teachings,” etc etc

johnny doesn’t know what to do with that except think “wow sensei jack is so cool… the coolest…”

I honestly had to give some of my lunch away today cause I was way too full after the pesto pasta and. Fruits. 🌞😊 the peanut 🥜 bliss balls were totally awesome 👏🏾 though.
Gotta have an awesome lunch if I need energy to study later.😉

Pesto pasta
Peanut butter bliss balls
Pretzles
Veggies🥒🍅
Pine nut Hummus
Fruits 🍈🍍

Overtime the Slytherin students have extended their common rooms and dorms.
- The dorms are bigger with proper closets,
- There are lots of rooms with hidden entrances for more privacy,
- They have rooms for practicing their charms, transfiguration, duelling,
- They found a way to gain access to the Ravenclaws infinite library, each closet has a personal access point.
- 2 potions labs that Snape has safety wards all over and there is always a house elf watching over everything, they never interfere unless to protect a student or ward the area around a cauldron when it spills over or explodes. One of these is strictly for advanced fifth years, sixth and seventh year students.
- There’s a kitchen for the students who bake and cook when stressed, also hot chocolate
- There are a few rooms used for art
- A room for dancing with a barre and mirrors