things i do on a sunday

anonymous asked:

does anyone know if you can anonymously report just one person to the health department?its just this one coworker of mine (we work with food) and shes doing a lot of things against health code. like not washing her hands after blowing her nose, putting dirty rags in with the clean ones, and almost every sunday theres been soap in the espresso machine and i have to backflush it again, and lots more. its just her everyone else follows health code but i dont want the shop taken down bc of just her

I’m not sure if you can only report one person but you need to try. That coworker can make a lot of people sick or even kill someone with a weakened immune system.


Sunday Morning

apparently I write yooran to warm up now?  apparently that’s a thing I do.

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The sound of an avalanche in the kitchen is what woke him.  Blankets still tucked tight around him despite the summer heat and no sign of Yoosung anywhere near him.  He sighs and wiggles his arms free of his blanket cocoon.  From the sounds of crashing and whispered cursing he knows at the very least Yoosung isn’t still playing LOLOL but the other side of the bed is cold and he has to wonder if his boyfriend has even been to sleep yet.

Saeran yawns and listens to the muffled sounds of a losing battle coming from the kitchen, his phone reads 4:37am, the sun hasn’t even begun to rise but Saeran doesn’t raise an eyebrow. Classes have been out for two weeks and Yoosung has been taking advantage of this time between school and his summer job to regain his title on the Shooting Star server. 

“Hey Dummy,” Saeran calls turning the lamp on, “it’s four in the morning what the hell are you doing out there.”  He’s laughing as he swings his legs out of bed.  It wouldn’t be the first time this week his boyfriend had gotten the time of day wrong in his gaming haze.

“Don’t— Stop!  Stay there, don’t come out here.  Don’t get up!” Yoosung yells from the kitchen, his voice frantic.

Saeran is already half way there but he does what he’s told, stopping in the middle of the room.  “Do you,” he clears his throat, “do you need a hand or something?”

“N-NO!”  Yoosung shouts, his voice cracking.

Saeran chuckles, the way he’s acting Saeran would almost think he caught him, but he knows his boyfriend and he knows his habits and he was defiantly not jerking off in their kitchen, especially not while, apparently, tossing things out of the cupboards.

“Are you sure?”

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Yoosung’s voice has settled as he slips his head around the doorframe, “go back to sleep I’ll be there soon.”

His bangs are pinned on top of his head, the way he does when he’s studying and there’s something smudged across his forehead, Saeran takes a step forward with the urge to wipe it off, kiss his face, drag him to the bed and wrap himself around Yoosung until he relaxes and falls asleep, certainly nothing he’s doing in the kitchen can’t wait a few more hours.

“S-stop!”  Yoosung says throwing his hands out and rushing to stop him.

Saeran swipes his thumb across the smudge on Yoosung’s forehead.  “Is this chocolate?”

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Lazy Sunday list with a cute picture of Lucy sleeping

1. Injury update: ankle is less swollen and I’ve ditched the crutches. Still hurts some and still swells up but less. I also rolled it a couple times just standing there but whatever.

2. Being sidelined is so frustrating. I had already been a lot less active but now even the one regular thing I’ve been doing, soccer, is on hold. Grrrrrr.

3. I hate having feelings. Hate. I’m not good at opening up or being in a vulnerable position. Because then every. Little. Thing. Is a big deal.

4. Overthinking is my superpower.

5. I don’t know, but guys are frustrating the shit out of me. Maybe I need to leave guys out of it for a bit. The last date I went on with a woman was over a year ago, and we just didn’t click.

6. I’d say maybe focus on nobody for a while but the thing is I’ve done that for going on 7 years. And there’s a part of me that wants someone. That wants to be a part of something. Someone to share things with. A part of me that feels ready. And to get that I suppose the shit that precedes it is necessary.

7. But seriously, I hate it.

This cold, rainy weather isn’t helping my mood either. Boo.

I’m writing a new fic that’s basically a comedy of errors in which newt and hermann try to Spice Things Up with bdsm but fail spectacularly and realize that they’re both vanilla soft serve babies who belong in weenie hut jr’s.

I wanted to do a sunday six for u but i’ve only just begun so I have like one paragraph that I’ve re-written three times and a bunch of assorted notes from research I had to do in an incognito window.

but anyway, that’s what I’m working on atm hope to have it for u sometime in the hopefully near future~~

Imagine your siblings, Danny, Erin, and Jamie, embarrassing you in front your boyfriend Sonny

(A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I salvaged around half of this but I don’t think I can do anymore salvaging of the lost imagines. So I think I’ll just do some of the requests I’ve got. Which have been really great because they give me tons of creative freedom! Loads of Nick in particular actually. As well as rewriting some of the lost ones because I really liked those ideas. So I’ll try and post on Wednesdays and Sundays but I’m so busy ATM that I don’t know if that will be accurate. Just wait till my exams are over and things will be much more frequent. But I hope you enjoy this. I repurposed an old argument from another imagine and put it in this, though I added and changed parts, it was just perfect for this story and I love it. Hope you don’t mind! A Rafael one is up next, just so you know!) 

Imagine your siblings, Danny, Erin, and Jamie, embarrassing you in front your boyfriend Sonny

“Y/N!” Your Grandfather called from the landing below.

“Yep?” You replied, hanging down from an adjacent bar above the attic hatch so your head popped out upside down.

“Can you be careful, please?” He said shooting you a disappointing look while shaking his head but you knew that he found it funny.

“Got it Pop,” You grinned pulling yourself up again using your legs, pulling yourself back in the attic.

“I’m being serious, Y/N. Your Dad will never forgive himself or me if you get hurt while he is punishing you,” He warned.

“Maybe, that’s my plan,” You chuckled as you stood back up again and started grabbing boxes again.

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” He sighed, “Hurry up and pass me a box,”

“With your back?” You said out of earshot before swinging down again and hanging upside down to look at him, “Dad will never forgive me if you hurt while I’m being punished.”

“Will you!” He warned playfully with a dramatic hand gesture.

“I’ll hand Sonny the box when he gets back,” You informed.

“I can’t believe he skipped out on going to the best Carnival of the year to hang around here with us while you’re being punished,” He commented.

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anonymous asked:

mom I like making art n things but posting them online makes me all anxious and existential, especially if it doesn't get notes. It just feels like shouting into the void and I don't know if I should keep doing it -potato anon

you what i’ll tell you?
i’ll tell you what


your creations are amazing but you made them.

we all start somewhere! i’m proud of you!

Hoy, dollinks, I’ve had a rough few days, so I’m entertaining myself by sharing a little bit of that book I’m writing. It’s Sunday morning, so most of you probably won’t even see this, but to those of you who do:

Please enjoy this excerpt, in which Bedevere tells Lancelot that he is aro/ace (which they don’t actually have a word for but is still a thing).


Arthur found the other kingdoms of Cymru reluctant to support the Saxons’ war. Taking Bedevere and Lancelot with him, he rode out to persuade them. Every time he returned to Camelot, he looked a little more disheartened. Privately, Lancelot did all he could to comfort his prince. In public he could only stand by and watch him suffer.

Many nights, the three of them huddled around a campfire in the woods. When Arthur shivered, Lancelot offered his own cloak. Bedevere looked on in disapproval.

Winter came fast in the foothills. Cold rain and sharp winds made mockery of their campfires. Arthur sat closer to the sputtering flames, huddled deeper into his cloak.

One night, when the rains had abated but the wind howled down out of the mountains, Arthur slept fitfully, shivering in two cloaks and three blankets. Lancelot crouched nearby, feeding the driest twigs he could find to the fire. The green wood snapped and smoked. Bedevere stood over him, silent and surly.

“Why do you dislike me?” Lancelot asked abruptly.

“I don’t.” Bedevere waited for Lancelot to stand before he continued. “But if you hurt Arthur, I will cut you into little pieces and light you on fire.”

“Oh.” Lancelot looked down at their sleeping prince. “Well, I have no intention—”

“Your intention is irrelevant. Only your actions matter to me.”

Lancelot thought that point fair, and he said so. “If I hurt Arthur, I’m sure I’ll want to be cut into pieces and set on fire.”

Bedevere made a small noise of amusement. “You really do love him.” He shook his head. “You never saw Camelot without him. It was a colder place before he came to us. He has this way of lighting up the whole world, just by being there.”

Lancelot studied Bedevere’s fond smile. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you loved him, too.”

“We all love him. Not the same way you do,” Bedevere added before Lancelot could comment. “When you first arrived, I knew you would be trouble, the way you seemed to fancy everyone.”

Somehow, Lancelot managed to hold back his relief. “You don’t fancy Arthur?”

“If I fancied anyone,” Bedevere replied with a shrug, “I expect it might be him. But I don’t, and I haven’t, and I don’t think I ever shall.”

Lancelot gave Bedevere a sidelong glance. “I can’t imagine a life like that,” he said, “but to each his own.”

“Likewise.” For a long while they stood together in silence, trying to warm their hands over the sputtering fire. Arthur grumbled to himself in his sleep. At length, Bedevere said, “I won’t go easy on you if we become friends.”

“I expected not.”

“It’s my job to make you fighting fit.” Bedevere nodded toward their sleeping prince. “When he is too much himself, you will need to protect him.”

“Always,” Lancelot promised.

They kept watch the rest of the night, shivering as the wind buffeted them, feeding a dying fire.

anonymous asked:

hi mom i hope you're doing well<3 i had a talk with my best friend today and she thinks i should see a therapist. i agree with her but the thing is i would have to talk to my parents about it, and my dad thinks mental disorders are all made up and i know he wouldn't take it seriously at all. idk what to do because i think it would be good for me but if i told him he might just end up yelling at me and then it would make everything worse.

i mean, if you go to a regular physician and tell them about how you are feeling, they can refer you to a psychiatrist and talk to your parents for you.

  • Ravenclaw: *shows up to dinner in pajamas*
  • Hufflepuff: Did you get dressed at all today?
  • Ravenclaw: No. It's Sunday, a day of rest.
  • Hufflepuff: ...
  • Hufflepuff: So you only just left you dormitory for food, huh?
  • Ravenclaw: Oh yeah. I'll be right back under my blanket after I finish this meal

anonymous asked:

top 5 epic hinata moments???

Is there a thing Hinata does that’s not epic? Quite frankly the answer is no. There are so many moments and I’m sure I’m gonna end up leaving out so many of them, but these are my favorites:

1. “I’m Hinata Shōyō, and I sprouted from the concrete. I’m going to beat you and go to the nationals”. My son literally takes no shit, especially from Ushijima Wakatoshi. I clapped SO HARD. (plus Kageyama reaction here is everything)

Originally posted by laloarreola9

2. The match point against Aoba Johsai. Simply the most iconic point ever scored, I think not even the last point against Shiratorizawa has been that intense. Not to mention Hinata’s face right after, he wasn’t even incredulous, he was just…proud. :’)

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3. The feint. The epicness of this moment is painted on everyone’s face, even on Bokuto who was actually the one who taught him that move. I just ADORE it with my whole self. 

4. Spiderman Hinata. Who…actually…does….something like this??? and acts like nothing happened??? like he didn’t just jump off a wall like that??? WHAT THE HELL HINATA

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5. When he intentionally spiked at Oikawa. The fact that he didn’t even looked at the ball once while doing it its probably even more epic than the spike itself and than the fact that he purposefully smashed the ball right beside him…literally the fist time he met him. That definitely set up the mood…

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I just…love my little birb, he’s so good (ಥ﹏ಥ)

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Learning French vs Learning German

Reading French: a lot of words look like English, fairly straightforward, no casualties yet

Reading German: …where’s the verb gone? because i on sunday with my friend shopping went…

German tenses: wow look at these tenses that are easy to distinguish between

French tenses: is that the future, conditional, or imperfect???

German spelling: not massively difficult

French spelling: HAHAHAHA

German pronunication: things are said how they’re spelt, better master CH and R though

French pronunication: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Listening to German: as long as Hochdeutsch is spoken, all is good

Listening to French: what did i do to deserve this

Speaking German: did i send my verb to the end??? did i even say the verb??? oops i said k instead of ch

Speaking French: honestly why did i learn ALL these endings

French prepositions: not brilliant, not the end of the world

German prepositions: oh just kill me now

Telling people you’re learning French: “But it’s so easy and boring!”

Telling people you’re learning German: “But it sounds so violent!”

French grammar: WHY

German grammar: WHY (x6)

When someone becomes a part of you, what do you do? What do you do when you genuinely miss a person after an hour of being apart? When you know they can’t talk but you think you’ll burst if you can’t tell them something funny you just thought of? And what happens when every day that passes is another day closer to the day they leave you? 
I wrote you a song back in October, and the end of it goes like this:
“I never saw you coming 
And when I see you go 
It’ll kill me
I never saw you coming 
And now I never wanna see you go
Do you ever wish you had a time machine 
I just have to know
What shade of grey my sky will be
The day you leave
Without me”
Sleepless Sundays really are a thing I guess.
—  takemexhomex 

Help get Mystery Science Theater 3000′s “Gypsy” renamed!

Hey folks. I’ve been informed that today is International Rromani Day, and I thought I’d inform you of a small thing you can do in its honor. 

Mystery Science Theater 3000 is a cult comedy show from the 90s in which a guy and some robots make fun of bad movies. One of the robots was named “Gypsy”, an unfortunate fact that will unfortunately go unchanged when the show comes back April 14th, after almost two decades off the air. 

The good news is that this is probably out of ignorance, not malice. Series creator Joel Hodgson has changed a lot about Gypsy for the revival–specifically, she’s no longer voiced by a man doing comedy falsetto, but instead a female comic named Rebecca Hanson. He’s also changed her personality, feeling it’s unfortunate that the show’s only lady lead for its first seven seasons was defined primarily by being dumb. 

It’s clear to me that Hogdson is open to changing things for social justice reasons–he just needs a push. 

On Sunday, April 9th, Joel Hodgson will be hosting a live video Q&A about the Mystery Science Theater 3000 relaunch. He’s accepting questions at until 12pm US Pacific / 3pm US Eastern time on Sunday. 

I believe that, if enough of us write in informing him that G*psy is a racial slur, and that the name should be changed, he will take action in future seasons.

I know there are bigger issues to solve, but this might be the best chance we get to make our voices heard on this specific issue, and the timing couldn’t be better.

Bitty’s Southern

Bitty is a southern boy and as a southern girl let me tell you there are things he does that make the rest of SMH go “Ummm….what?” 

  • He says stuff that makes literal ZERO sense to the rest of the team. Mostly southern phrases etc. LIKE, “That boy is about of useless as tits on a bull.” or  if it’s raining but the sun is out Bits just says, “Devil must be beatin’ his wife.”  Everyone is confused as shit.
  • “Oh my goodness I want Chick-fil-a. BUT IT’S SUNDAY.”
  • Holster going,” Hey Bits can you hand me a coke?” and Bitty responding with, “Sure, which kind do you want? We’ve got sprite, mtn dew, dr. pepper…” BC in the south every soda is a coke.
  • “Y’all know what I miss the most about Georgia? Cheerwine. And Duke’s Mayo. You northerners keep using that hellman’s stuff or miracle whip and let me tell you. IT. IS .NOT. MAYONNAISE.”
  • “IT’S SO HOT! Summer is the WORST” “Ransom, It’s like, 70 degrees. It gets up to like 115+ in Georgia. And it’s not even humid! You hush your mouth.”
  • The first time Bitty goes to Stop & Shop with one of the guys from SMH he tells them to grab a buggy on their way in and said member stares at him for a second, “What’s a buggy?” “Oh for goodness sake. A shopping cart! We need a shopping cart!”
  • Bitty’s drunk at a kegster when he suddenly shouts, “WHO WANTS TO PLAY CORNHOLE?!” 
  • It’s New Years so of course Bitty’s making black eyed peas, collards, cornbread, ham, and a pineapple upside down cake. “It’s for luck.”
  • Bitty will be checking Facebook and be like, “Oh bless his heart.” Chowder notices him fretting over the phone so he asks what’s up “Oh it’s just one of my friend from high school’s dad.” and Chowder, being the precious person that he is, responds with, “Oh no. What happened? Is he ok?” Bitty just shakes his head, “He’s done went and fell out of the deer stand. Again. Broke his arm and bruised his pride. You think he would’ve learned his lesson after the same thing happened last huntin’ season”
  • Jack’s all dressed up in a suit or something, he has a meeting with the Falcs, “What are you all gussied up for?”
  • “Look at what all I got up at the outlet mall!!”
  • Rans/Holster/Bitty share a bathroom so I reckon this has happened at least once: “Neither of y’all go in the bathroom! I’m fixin’ to shower”  to which Holster responds, “What was that Bits? What are you fixing?” Bitty hollers from his room, arm full of clothes, “I’m fixin’ to shower!” Ransom chimes in, “I didn’t know the shower was broken!” At this point Bitty is getting frustrated,“Oh for the love of Pete! You Yankees.” He speaks slowly and pronounces each word carefully, “I am going to go take a shower so please do not go and hog the bathroom.”
  • “So I was talking to Momma and APPARENTLY Mrs. Jones, the one that lives down the road, was rude as all get out.” “Really? What’d she do?” Bitty just throws his hands up, “Momma and Coach were drivin’ back to the house and Mrs. Jones was driving in the opposite direction so of course Momma waves at her. AND SHE DIDN’T WAVE BACK.”
  • I know for a FACT that at some point Bits makes a pitcher of sweet tea, puts it in the fridge, and the boys/Lardo finds it. “What’s this?” “Oh, it’s just some tea. You want some?” So Bitty pours them a glass and approximately 2 seconds later “WHAT IS THIS? IT’S LIKE SYRUP! Bits this isn’t tea! It’s diabetes in a cup!”
  • “Just rub some bacon grease on it.”
  • “Don’t you dare pour that coffee out! I can use it for gravy!”
  • “You know what food I miss? Fried pickles. No, wait, HUSHPUPPIES. I’d kill for some right now.”