When Steve volunteers to help Tony launch Stark Tech’s new Military Prosthetics Project, the last person he expects to see as he walks into the lab is the same guy who had him shoved up against a wall in the back of a club the weekend before.
Back then he had just been Steve Rogers; a civilian looking for a good time just like everyone. Here, he’s Captain America; hero, justice, and patriotism personified. Bucky, however, is still the flirtatious devil he had been back at the club, and he’s obviously not going to let something as trivial as Steve’s occupation get in the way of what he wants.
Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they’re never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event"
Basic Steps to Getting Yourself In a Pickle With Both Your Family and The Guy You’ve Secretly Crushed On For Five Years (A Guide):
STEP 1: After being perpetually single and constantly making up excuses to your family, give in and lie about having a boyfriend. STEP 2: Agree to bring said boyfriend to the family cottage for a week so he can be your date to your parents’ wedding anniversary party. STEP 3: Panic. STEP 4: Say ‘yes’ when your best friend and closet crush - who you’re convinced isn’t interested in you that way in the least - offers to be your pretend boyfriend. STEP 5: Try your best not to fall in love with them during the trip. STEP 6: Fail miserably.
“He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”
“Then we should stay with him.”
Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.
It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.
“Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”
“Lay with me,” Stiles plainly stated, as if he asked a menial thing of him.
Derek narrowed his eyes at Stiles, observing him carefully as he kept his features stoically guarded. “To touch you is sacrilege,” he finally uttered, unable to completely deny his desire to discover what touching Stiles would be like.
“What they force me to do is sacrilege,” Stiles countered, carefully observing Derek. “What you would do would be divine. You would keep me from being their plaything—taking a key player off the board in their pursuit of corruption. What I’ve asked of you … I’ve already seen it—the phantom touch of it lingering on me afterwards.”
This picture has been going around a lot lately, and I would like to respond to it. The entire spirituality surrounding “No meat on Fridays in Lent” is to better conform ourselves to the poor.
Think about it. In older times, livestock required a great deal of land and labor to produce. The poor obviously didn’t own land in old times. As such, meat was a luxury and delicacy, especially to the poor. Fish on the other hand were considered a poor mans food. Anyone can go to a river, lake, or ocean, throw out a line, and catch a fish. Fish don’t need the land and labor costs the livestock requires.
Now this is tricky to us because at the moment in the US, meat is generally cheaper than fish. In older times though, the Church banning meat on certain days was directed at the rich in order to remind them of the poor. In other words, “You shall eat like the poor eat.”
Now on to the beaver. The beaver and the capybara are traditionally eaten by the poor. The Church allowed them to be eaten on days when meat was restricted because to not do so would harm the poor. Remember the spirituality of the practice is to conform the rich to the poor, not to punish the poor. The Church doesn’t subscribe to ignorant zoology. Just that for the purposes of penitential disciplines, those animals could be eaten without breaking the fast.
Where does this leave us today? Because meat is often cheaper in the US than fish, we have to keep the spirituality in mind on Lenten Fridays. This means that giving up a burger to go eat at a fancy lobster restaurant shouldn’t fly with you. The poor aren’t eating at fancy lobster restaurants, and neither should you. Eat something simple. Eat tuna sandwiches, make a tuna helper, go to your parish fish fry. The point of the day is to conform ourselves to the poor.
Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start . . .
When I first started my weight loss journey, I had no idea how to cook. I knew how to royally mess up recipes, how to make messes in the kitchen, and how to boil my mom’s blood every time I left something out on the counter. I grew up making things out of the box. I ate foods like boxed macaroni, boxed potatoes, boxed waffles, boxed donuts, boxed tuna helper, boxed rice, and boxed pizza. And when there was nothing boxed in the house to make, I ate things out of the bag like potato chips, fast food, cookies, cheese, candy, French fries, pizza rolls, and do I even need to continue? You get it the point. Super healthy stuff! Now, I don’t eat those too often. Maybe a couple times a month; it’s hard to say no to a pizza roll dangling in your face. I like to eat the center first, just like an Oreo. Anyways…back to the point of this post.
In order to lose the weight, I needed to learn how to cook real food. I didn’t start cooking difficult recipes at first. I started making little things like turkey wraps, omelets, and baked chicken. I burnt tons of eggs, dried out chicken breast after chicken breast, and steamed my vegetables until they looked like soggy noodles. Overtime, I got the hang of it. It’s important not to give up.
One of the first meals I ever learned to cook was baked chicken and roasted vegetables. It’s extremely hard to mess up, and you don’t need many ingredients. If you are knew to cooking, I’d recommend starting here.
All you need is skinless, boneless chicken breast, bell pepper, squash, and sweet potatoes. You can use any vegetables in this; however, I don’t recommend using cucumbers. You will also need two tbsp of olive oil and garlic and herb seasoning.
Toss the vegetables in the olive oil and sprinkle seasoning on top. Do the same to the chicken. Lay the chicken and vegetables on a greased baking sheet. Bake for 15-20 minutes in the oven at 350 degrees. Check the chicken’s center at 15 minutes. If it’s done, take it out and continue to cook the vegetables. Overcooked chicken is dry and gross. I’ve eaten my fair share of it!
Baked chicken and baked salmon are my favorite proteins. You can dress them up the same way before baking. Some of my favorite ways to flavor the two are:
-Low sodium Teriyaki sauce, garlic & herb, and black pepper. -Fresh squeezed lime juice, low sodium soy sauce, brown sugar & sesame seeds -Fresh squeezed lemon juice, lemon pepper seasoning, and olive oil. -Fresh squeezed orange juice, grated ginger, and low sodium soy sauce. -Olive oil, garlic & herb seasoning, and black pepper. -Brown sugar, Pineapple slices & juice, and low sodium soy sauce. -Organic honey, garlic & herb seasoning, and black pepper. -Low sodium taco seasoning, black beans, and olive oil. -Honey Dijon mustard, olive oil, and garlic & herb seasoning. -Low sodium buffalo sauce, blue cheese, and black pepper. -And my favorite….Barbecue sauce!
1 can clam chowder 1 can kippered herring 4 or 5 cloves garlic some random bit of leek from the fridge a little bit o water almost all the egg noodles pepper fish sauce cuz I hate salt but love salty things fake ass parmesan cheese
put into a fucking pot on med heat. stir whenever. don’t burn yer tongue like I did and let that shit cool.
viola! you dirtied one pot and didn’t have to think really hard about food! congratulations you.