vegetable varieties

anonymous asked:

In regards to pigeon diets; I've seen vets and wildlife rehabilitators mention that pigeons can eat a variety of vegetables,(appears corn and peas are recommend for young ones if they're abandoned and need to be cared for, in particular) berries, and insects as well, and according to ornithologist, rock pigeons regularly have a varied diet similar to that in a nature setting. I'm wondering where the idea that pigeons can't digest foods besides seeds and grain comes from?

So I have to ask you:

Do you know what anatomical part of the plant corn kernels and peas are?

Given that you called them vegetables, I have to assume not.

They are seeds.

Seeds have a VERY different structure from the rest of a plant’s anatomy.

They are embryonic tissue wrapped in a protective shell. Almost pure protein, and in terms of digestion, closer to processing meat than any other part of a plant’s anatomy.

Leaf, stem, root, tuber and vegitable flesh are largely comprised of Cellulose, the stuff that makes wood rigid.

Animals cannot process cellulose on their own. 

They need bacteria for that, which is stored in a specialized organ called the Cecum, which branches off from the intestine in many species, and it just an extra length of it in others (such as humans and ruminants.)

In most birds, the cecum branches off of the intestines and food does not directly pass through it.  Bacteria are excreted from it to digest the vegetation that the body cannot break down unaided.

Animals that eat a lot of leafy or fleshy vegetation have very large caeca to store the volume of bacteria required to break it down enough to get any nutrition out of it.

Here, for example, is the Cecum of a horse.

@why-animals-do-the-thing talked about the cecum in their post about why feeding a cat a vegetarian or vegan diet would kill it, and they found this helpful comparative image set.

Animals with a low cellulose diet tend to have either a very small cecum or none at all.

So, the idea that a pigeon cannot process cellulose stems from the fact that pigeons have less of a cecum than a DOG does.

Let’s have a look at the anatomy of a genuinely omnivorous bird that eats everything from flesh to bugs, to grass and does a LOT of grazing on vegetable matter:

A chicken has, not one cecum, but TWO very long Caeca.

Chickens eat a LOT of vegitation, so they need a LOT of storage space for their bacterial partners.

Now, let’s look at a pigeon.

See that teeny little blip of a cecum?

That’s all they need because the only cellulose in a seed diet is the shell of the seed, which pigeons swallow whole.

Unlike parrots, finches, and other seed eating birds, Columbids to not remove the shell from the seed. 

The shell is an absolutely necessary source of dietary fiber that finches and psitticines get no use out of.

Animals that can process sugars need to be able to detect them.

Pigeons have 40 taste buds. None of which can detect sweetness.

Their enjoyment and selection of favorite food items is based more on texture than taste.

Pigeons who have never seen other birds eat a berry, when offered a berry, will generally fail to recognize it as a food, so the conclusion I have reached is that feral pigeons who do eat them have observed song birds do it, and with food being scarce and most of the,m being hungry, they don;t have the option to be picky. 

That’s why you see ferals eating discarded hot dogs when they are not even remotely built to be flesh eaters.

 Insects are actually very nutritionally similar to the embryonic tissue that seeds are, and there tend to be insects on or in seeds that birds pick up and swallow.

But now let me ask you:

Have you spent any time observing feral pigeon flocks?

Have you ever seen them employ hunting behavior?

Honing in on something that moves, stalking it and pecking it up like a chicken or corvid (both of which are omnivorous) would?

Because watching pigeon flocks is a big part of my research, and I have yet to see them react in a predatory manner to live insects.

Peeps are interested in the movement, but consumption largely seems to be incidental rather than intentional.


8 tired and true tips for long-term healthy eating:

Here are some small changes you can make in your day-to-day eating that I’ve found easy to start and maintain throughout your journey!

1. Use smaller increments
When adding condiments, spreads, and toppings, grab less each time and decide if you need more. Once you take it, you may feel obligated to use all of it or eat all of it. Taking a tsp of butter or mayo instead of a tbsp will still give you the flavour but save you from consuming unnecessary calories.

2. Swap out sugars
Is your sweet-tooth out of control? Explore your sugar fixes! Fruits (especially berries), yogurt, water enhancers, and even salad dressings! That’s right, salad dressing. Try a sweet salad option like; strawberries, cranberries, bacon, feta cheese, and pine nuts/sunflower seeds, on a bed a lettuce, topped with a poppy seed dressing. Get your sweet fix and veggies in at the same time!

3. Portion out your snacks
I LOVE 1 cup serving bowls! Chips, fruits, crackers, veggies, trail mix, dips, candies, put it in a bowl and leave the packaging behind. Follow the suggested serving size and enjoy your treat. This will help prevent mindless snacking (e.g. crushing a whole bag of chips while watching TV just because it’s there) and helps structure your consumption, making it easier to track.

4. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner mean nothing
For some three square meals a day works, but you should eat when it’s best for you! Concentrate on your daily overall consumption to find the perfect satiation balance, meaning you feel comfortably full but not stuffed or bloated.

  • E.g. You and your friends go out for Sunday Brunch OR last night you indulged at the movies - You don’t HAVE to have a full meal the next time you eat, adjust your intake to avoid feeling stuffed.
  • E.g. You’re going out on the town! You can either: Eat a small snack/dinner in prep for drinks and apps with friends! OR Eat a healthy dinner so you’ll feel sated later that night, helping you avoid tempting treats!
  • E.g. You spend all day on the road, have a very active schedule, OR don’t have time for a set lunch period - Snacking all day may be better for you instead 3 set meals. That way you’re fueled all day long and save time prepping and cooking food. 

This is how you learn to listen for your true hunger cues and manage your intake accordingly, resulting in improved digestion and potential weight loss. Overall, I feel “cleaner” when manage my intake, *cough* my bathroom time goes more smoothly *cough*, and I have more consistent energy throughout the day. 

5. Eat what you like
Fuck branching out, build a foundation instead. Choose healthy dishes that make sense for you based on interest, prep, availability, affordability, and accessibility. If carrots and celery is you jam right now, make that a staple. Use what you know and find your weekly meal plan groove. Eat what you like and repeat weekly. Will you get bored eventually? Maybe. But that’s why you move onto # 6. 

6. Find new things to like
As you find your healthy choice positives and determine what your go-tos are; you should consider what options you are willing to try or seem interesting. Build on your foundation and really focus on tailoring your diet to your specific needs. Personally, I’ve learned to watch my dairy intake (as I’ve grown more lactose intolerant as I’ve aged), to try to consume a variety of vegetables, and plan more meatless meals since I have interest in pursuing a green sustainable intake.

7. Don’t drink your calories
Simple but effective. I have switched most of my chosen beverages for water. I mainly consume water and coffee…and sometimes pop if it contains alcohol or wine. By watching the calories I consume in liquids, I can have more flexibility in what I eat leading to consistent satiation throughout the day. I’d rather eat it than drink it.

8. Watch how often you decide “Oh, just this once”
I know I’ve fallen into this trap. Week by week, I’ve thought “just this once” when making a “treat” decision. All of a sudden, I’ve been doing it 5x a week and giving in on several occasions because “I deserve it”. This has been my hardest battle in finding a consistently healthy diet. For me, it’s important to commit to daily healthy choices in an effort to balance healthy choices with deserved “treats” or “splurges”.

Use these tips in your daily life, or use them as a starting point to develop your own. Start with what’s sustainable and think about your life in the long run. What won’t you miss? What change could make a big difference? What addresses your goals the best? It doesn’t matter if it matches up with what other people are doing, this is your journey and you should find what your life needs.

Ease - Part 18



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SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: only one part left!! hope you like this 💛

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“We’ll drop you off here,” said Yeona kindly, turning around from the front seat to give you a reassuring smile. “Go get him, tiger.”

Mijung sprung from her seat to give you a hug, the smell of chocolate clinging to her clothes. As you breathed it in, you let it comfort you and calm your nerves, as you knew that whatever was about to happen, they were there to support you afterwards.

“Good luck,” she whispered in your ear, before she grinned so widely you could’ve sworn the corners of her mouth disappeared into her hair.

They drove off to find somewhere to park, leaving you in your hometown by yourself. Everything was exactly how you remembered it: the markets, the streets, the people taking their dogs for a walk. It was nice to be surrounded by the comforts of home, but the worries of Taehyung were all you could think about. Was he going to snub you? Was he going to turn around and say he didn’t want to see you again? The way he’d ended it wasn’t exactly promising.

But first, you had to find him. You thought to check if he was at his house, but when you arrived, the place was locked up and it looked like no one was there. It seemed unlikely he would’ve been, but you would’ve kicked yourself if you didn’t make sure. Next, you went to check the market where they sold fresh fish, meats, fruits and vegetables and a variety of other bits and bobs. You and Taehyung always enjoyed going there after school, as you had made friends with the sellers and they gave you special discounts whenever you saw them.

“Y/N!” called Sungki, an old man who worked behind the meat counter. “Haven’t seen you for a while! Where’s Taehyung?”

“Was going to ask you the same thing,” you said gloomily. “I don’t know where to look.”

“Ah, that’s a shame. Try that new ice cream parlour. I’ve heard it’s pretty good. Do you want some pork?”

Shaking your head but thanking him, you ran in the direction of the parlour, becoming slightly frantic. If you didn’t find him quickly, you wouldn’t have much time to talk. And you needed as much time as you could get.

It was an extremely hot day, and after running for only a couple of minutes, you were too warm and sweaty to continue. Walking to the ice cream shop, your heart sunk lower when Taehyung was nowhere to be seen.

“Think, Y/N,” you told yourself firmly, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Where would Taehyung go if he wanted to get away from everyone?”

Nothing came to mind. Infuriated with yourself, you sat down heavily on a bench, almost on the verge of giving up. Maybe you really didn’t know Taehyung after all.

A couple of middle-aged women strode past in gym gear, with fluorescent headbands holding back their hair. You caught a snatch of their conversation as they hurried past, along with the sound of new trainers squeaking.

“… and I said I wouldn’t take him to the park again if he was going to misbehave. Honestly, it’d be much easier taking him to an empty field so he wouldn’t mess about with the other kids…”

Sitting up straight, you had one last thought as to where Taehyung might’ve been.

The field was exactly how you’d remembered it. The grass hadn’t been cut, so the green was smattered with yellow and white from the buttercups and daisies. Everything looked fresh and vibrant, despite the muggy feel to the air. Your t-shirt clung to your back and the grass tickled your feet as you walked, but the familiarity of home gave you a new sense of hope, blossoming in your chest under the perfect, periwinkle blue sky that you saw every summer. And there, in the near distance, was a boy wearing a mustard coloured shirt with his back to you.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you didn’t have the same doubts that your mother had as to who it was. There was something about the way Taehyung held himself as he stood there, his hands in his pockets and the breeze toying with his hair that you could recognise from a mile off. As you got closer, you noticed that he’d dyed his hair a soft brown colour to combat the pale orange that came before it. Your flipflops stuck to your feet as you ambled towards him, and you could feel your heart rate increasing as you were sure that Taehyung was aware of the sound of your footwear.

When you were a few metres away, you stopped, too unsure to move any closer. Now that you’d slowed down and the frenzied panic of his whereabouts had gone, you felt almost giddy with anticipation. Taehyung turned his head before anything else, letting his eyes wander up and down your frozen frame before rotating his full body around.

Neither of you said a word. Instead, you let the sound of the birds fill the silence as you stared into his brown eyes, letting the memories of the past few months flood back. There was so much to say, so much to discuss and sort out, but you didn’t know how to begin.

Wringing your clammy hands together, you licked your dry lips and opened your mouth to speak, but Taehyung beat you to it.

“You’re missing the dance,” he stated, the slight lift in his eyebrows widening his eyes. Normally, you would’ve taken that body language as surprised, but instead, his words sounded as if he was mocking you for making the wrong decision. You shouldn’t have come here, his eyes seemed to say.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer. “I’m sorry, Taehyung. I’m so, so sorry.”

Taehyung didn’t react, his mouth still slightly open from his last comment and his eyebrows raised. There was no acceptance, no inclination that he listened to your apologies. He just stared.

This was a Taehyung you hadn’t seen before, and it scared you witless. Your mind going into overdrive, you continued talking, not quite knowing what to do. “You have every right not to forgive me,” you mumbled, slightly slurring your words as your mouth moved before your brain could catch up. “I know that you’re mad at me, I understand. I was so stupid to think that keeping it from you would be the best thing, even though at the time, I was certain that I shouldn’t get involved. It wasn’t my business, but you’re my friend, and I should’ve said something, even though it would’ve broke you.”

Immediately, the front Taehyung had been putting up had completely crashed. The hardened glaze over his eyes had melted, and the emotion swelled on his face. The change was almost heart breaking to watch, but Taehyung turned away as he blinked heavily, trying not to let it show. Slowly, he began walking further into the field, but stopped after only a few steps. Tentatively, he held out his hand behind him for you to take.

Your body didn’t seem to function properly. One part of you was screaming at you to not give in that easily, but the other part of you wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his hand around yours. Ignoring your better judgement, you let your fingers slide between his, his soft skin sending chills down your neck despite the warm weather. With gentle tugging, he led you further into the field, occasionally looking back to see if you were struggling to keep up where the grass grew longer. With the sun highlighting the slight orange undertones to his hair and the tan of his skin, you were almost in awe of the older boy, but you forced yourself to push those thoughts away. It wasn’t the right time, because everything wasn’t right. And you needed to fix it.

Holding hands like that was an old habit of Taehyung’s; he was so full of energy that he’d grab your hand to pull you along while he bounded in front of you like an excited puppy. However, now he strode calmly in front, as if he knew what was going to happen wasn’t something to look forward to.

Eventually, Taehyung found the spot he’d been looking for, and he sat down on the slightly worn out grass that overlooked the buildings of the city. Cautiously, you sat cross-legged next to him, watching him out of the corner of your eye for any change in reaction. However, Taehyung continued to stare through the trees, a strange sort of pained look on his face hiding underneath the peaceful exterior.

“Do you regret going to Seoul?” asked Taehyung suddenly, seemingly in deep thought.

You knew what he meant. He might’ve well have said, ‘Did you regret going to a place where you were supposed to branch out and become your own person, but were unable to because you were clinging onto the past?’

You had many regrets. You regretted eating so many sweets in the car journey because, mixed with nerves, you felt sick for hours afterwards. You regretted not putting on sunscreen when Taehyung told you you’d get burnt one time, and you ended up with a strange red tan that didn’t go away for weeks. You regretted hurting people. You regretted keeping secrets.

“If I didn’t go to Seoul, I would’ve never admitted to you my feelings,” you said truthfully, pulling at stalks of grass as Namjoon’s wise words flooded back to you. “I wouldn’t have made all the mistakes, true, but I wouldn’t have learnt anything, either. Seeing you every day without ever being more than friends proved to me so many things, so I’m glad that I didn’t let you go so easily. That’s why I’m here now, because I know you’re mad at me and you hate me for it-”

“I’m not mad at you,” he mumbled. You did a double take, but Taehyung continued avoiding eye contact by looking at the scenery ahead. “Even if I was angry, it wouldn’t make me hate you. You don’t stop loving someone when you’re mad.”

There was that word again: love. Hearing it from Taehyung’s mouth while he was describing you made your stomach do backflips. “Then… why did you come home if you’re not mad at me?”

He smiled gently, as if remembering something funny. “I was mad, to begin with, which made me feel homesick. But when I came home, I knew that I wasn’t really. More… upset. And that’s when I knew for certain that I was stupidly in love with you, because I couldn’t even be properly angry. I just forgave you.”

They were words you’d always wanted to hear, but you’d never imagined you’d hear them after a fight, and you never thought they’d make you feel worse. How could you have missed the signs when they seemed so blatant now?

“You don’t have to forgive me,” you argued, a pebble lodged in your throat again. “I should’ve told you sooner about Yeji. Maybe if I had, you wouldn’t have been so upset and then none of this would’ve happened.”

The impassive expression that Taehyung wore switched to confusion as he finally turned to look at you. It was only a small change in emotion, but it was enough to make you feel idiotic.

“You… haven’t figured it out yet?” he asked slowly, his deep voice dragging out each word.

“What do you mean?” you frowned.

“I wasn’t upset because I split with Yeji. Well,” he shrugged, “I was upset, but there was another reason behind the split that I was more upset about. It was more mutual than you think.”

You wanted to split up with her?”

“No, no, let me explain.” Taking a shuddering breath, he looked down at your hands, which were still fiddling with the grass. “The night we broke up, I was going out to see Yeji, because she said she had something to tell me. When I left the house, I saw you and Jungkook talking just outside the gate, and I was about to make myself known but then I saw him kiss you. It was the biggest awakening I’ve had, because when I realised you weren’t fighting him away, I realised that I’d pushed you away too much. I ran past, and I don’t think you noticed, but I ran all the way to Yeji’s house. I cried because I’d messed everything up, and that the person I loved wasn’t the person I was dating. When Yeji knew that I didn’t love her, she told me that she didn’t love me either, and proceeded to break up with me. I didn’t want to come home and see you with Jungkook, so I headed to that café. So, really,” he concluded, his eyes shining, “I was upset because I knew I’d missed my chance.”

You were speechless. Taehyung shifted around on the ground, looking uncomfortable and shamefaced, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Thinking back on it, you could faintly remember someone brushing by you as Jungkook kissed you, but you’d been so engrossed in the situation that you didn’t think anything of it.  You could barely comprehend all the new information.

“That’s when you realised you loved me?” you breathed, becoming slightly lightheaded.

Taehyung grinned, showing off his boxy smile before his face fell again, although his eyes remained bright as he reminisced. “Oh no,” he shook his head, “I knew I was falling for you back in middle school. There was that time that I took you to that music room and I sang for you. I was so nervous because I hadn’t sung in front of anyone before, but you looked even more scared than I was. During the chorus, you began to join in, and I remember you belting out the lyrics with your head thrown back. When I saw you like that, just the raw Y/N with all your pretences stripped away, something good hit me right in the chest. You clapped so hard afterwards, and I never felt the same after that. It was as if you’d managed to get rid of something bad in me, and from then on, I loved watching you smile at anything you did. When you danced, when you talked about space, when you talked about your home country. I became completely infatuated. Looking for ways to hold your hand, to get you to talk about what boys you were into, that sort of thing. I hated myself for it, because I knew that in your eyes, I was your best friend and nothing more. So, I forced myself to like Yeji, but it was never the same.”

“All this time, and you never told me,” you whispered, your words almost getting lost in the wind.

“I was a coward.”

Slowly, piece by piece, the hole in your chest began to fill. Here was the boy who’d extended an arm of friendship and had brought you indescribable happiness, but he too had been keeping secrets. You’d always thought that love was desire. It made you crazy, it made you want to shout it out to the world, but that wasn’t always the case. Taehyung wanted to be there for you, to comfort you, to make you smile when you thought you wouldn’t smile again. Love wasn’t always obvious.

Immediately, the atmosphere had changed. You became aware of the birds singing in the trees, and it felt like you were kids again. You noticed a tree that stood in the middle of the field, with old, twisted branches and a cracked truck. If you squinted, you could just about make out white engravings of your initials that you did when you first came to the field together all those years ago.

“Why did you come?” he asked, giving you a piercing stare. “You’re giving up the dance for this.”

“I was hoping I could convince you to come back. We’ve still got time before it starts.”

Taehyung shook his head and stood up, his demeanour switching from calm to irritated in a split second. Without talking, he began pacing backwards and forwards, his shoes trampling the grass further as he screwed up his face in frustration.

“Why are you so against it?” you questioned loudly, the sudden anger from Taehyung sparking your temper. “If you loved me that much, why did you go home?”

“I went home because I felt like it was the right thing to do,” he muttered through gritted teeth, still pacing. “I needed to get my head together without distractions.”

“What distractions?”

“You, Y/N!” he cried, pausing in his tracks. “I can’t think straight. I tell myself that I should think it through, but then all plans go out the window when you’re there. It’s pathetic.”

A bubbling anger crept into your lungs, and you found yourself shouting at Taehyung with tears flooding your eyes. “You could’ve just told me this! The whole reason we’re in this mess is because we haven’t bothered to communicate properly, and instead we lost each other. Our lives took different twists and turns and we’re different people now compared to who we were in middle school. I hate it, but we can’t change that now. I feel like I’m still lost half the time, and I don’t know what to do with myself, all because of our silly arguments.”

Properly crying, you brought your knees up to your chin and hugged them to your chest as a way to comfort yourself. As if he was aware the situation was getting out of hand, Taehyung sat back down next to you with a thump, looking utterly defeated. As he shuffled closer to you, you didn’t move as you wallowed in self-pity. Taehyung’s anger had completely fizzled out as soon as he saw you upset, and instead he looked at you worriedly, biting his lip in concern.

“Perhaps being friends first wasn’t such a good idea,” you said as you felt a tender arm drape over your shoulders.

“If I told you I fancied you in middle school, do you think you would’ve gone out with me? Did you see my haircut?”

You snorted, which almost ended in a snotty disaster from all the crying. Taehyung hated seeing you upset and that was his way of making the situation better, so when you shoved him in the side, you made sure it wasn’t that hard. Sort of.

“High school would’ve been the same,” he laughed. “Relationships never last, so I thought I’d wait until we were more mature and when it would be more serious. I forgot about other people getting in the way.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “Didn’t expect Yeji to turn up, that’s for sure.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, in which you took the time to admire Taehyung’s features for the hundredth time. The sun shone harshly down and your skin was hot, but Taehyung seemed completely cool as he lounged back, using one arm as a support and letting the rays warm his cheeks, and keeping the other arm around you. As he swallowed, you watched his Adam’s apple bob before he sighed through his nose. Despite everything, it still gave you a fluttering feeling in your stomach.

You hated getting angry at Taehyung, but you’d both been holding in your emotions for so long that it only took a slight jog for it all to come pouring out. You weren’t annoyed that Taehyung decided to go home without telling you, but it upset you that he no longer felt comfortable telling you.

It was strange to be home after everything had changed. After a whirlwind few months of new friends, new classes, and a new city to explore, coming back to Daegu where nothing had changed was a foreign feeling. Both you and Taehyung had grown and learnt so much, but overlooking the familiar buildings of home made it seem as if neither of you were different. But you were. You saw Taehyung in a different light: he was the kind, funny boy that you’d always known, but he was also scared to show his feelings and he had a temper hidden away. Your friendship wasn’t the same any more, either. Gone was the picture-perfect friendship that everyone envied, as cracks and flaws had crept up on you without you even realising. Neither of you were faultless, but it worked, and you were determined for it to work again.

“Remember last time we were here,” he smiled, admiring the view. “It was a day like this, but at the start of winter, and we were talking about what university would be like.”

“I remember,” you nodded, the memory as clear as day. “I didn’t want you forgetting about me.”

“I also said that I’d be an idiot if I stopped being friends with you. I guess I was a bit of an idiot.” He hung his head ruefully, but you nudged him with your elbow.

“We’ve both done some stupid things, I think we can agree on that,” you said softly, lifting his chin with your finger. His face was close to yours, and you could see the mole near his eye and the small details on his skin, but you made no attempts to try anything. There were still heavy boundaries between you.

“I’m sorry for hurting you when I was with Yeji,” he muttered, his brown eyes filling with gold as they caught the sun, sweeping away the mystery that you always found intriguing. “I really am. We were both a bit selfish. But, do you think we could do this?” he asked quietly. “You and me? We’ve gone through so much, I think we deserve a chance together.”

Looking into your best friend’s eyes, you understood where he was coming from. But gut instinct was telling you to take a step back. The heartache was still strong, and although you’d discovered that Taehyung was all you’d ever wanted, it didn’t feel right to jump in when you hadn’t properly rekindled your friendship. Trust was lost, and that would take more time. But what would happen if you left it any longer? Would it all just happen again?

“You know what I don’t regret? I don’t regret loving you,” you said heavily, trying not to let the pain of your next words show. “But loving you… I got hurt. You got hurt. Too many times I cried to my friends, cried while on the subway, cried myself to sleep, and I probably did exactly the same thing to you. We had good times, but we also made each other suffer, and with heartaches like that, it’s hard to come out the other side ready for something that’s supposed to be painless.”

Surprise was written all over Taehyung’s face, but he didn’t argue against you. Instead, he watched as you began tearing up again, letting you get it off your chest.

“I think we need a bit more time,” you said eventually, tears running down your face in a constant stream. “We can heal ourselves.”

Before long, Taehyung was crying too, his nostrils flaring and his lips pulling up at the edges. He buried his face in his hands to compose himself, rubbing his eyebrows like he was ridding himself of a headache. Looking back up with wet cheeks, he mumbled, “I don’t think time is going to make this pain go away. No matter how long I wait for you. Don’t let this go now. It may be difficult, but I need you, Y/N. It’s sounds lame, but no one else makes me feel at ease like you do.”

His words dug deep into your soul, making you want to pull your hair out with the pain and frustration. “You make it sound so easy,” you gulped, your throat restricting your voice, “but our plans never actually happen. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.”

As soon as he saw you on the verge of sobbing, Taehyung swept you into a hug, holding your shaking body tightly. He held you for a while, letting his soft brown hair tickle your neck as the breeze swirled around you. It was one of those love-filled hugs that instinctively made you cling to his shirt, his familiar honey scent calming your heartbeat down to its normal rate.

“You have me,” he whispered, barely louder than a breath. “No matter what Seoul does to us, we’ll always be those two kids from Daegu who ate too much ice cream. No one can take that title from us.”

You giggled, but at the same time tickled Taehyung’s sides so that he leapt back with indignation. It ruined the moment slightly, but that summed Taehyung up completely.

“Ahh,” you sighed, brushing away any remaining tears. “I’m glad I came back, even though it feels like we’ve gotten ourselves in a bigger mess than before. But to Daegu? Really, Tae, you could’ve gone to Incheon or somewhere slightly easier to get to.”

He laughed heartily, a sound that you sorely missed. “This is where it all began, right? There was this little foreign girl in my class one day who didn’t say a word, but seemed far more interesting than anyone else in the room. I needed the reminder of what came before to be able to move forward.”

“What, a reminder of that horrible haircut?”

It was an odd conversation. One minute you were deeply chatting about love, then you were angry, then blubbering in each other’s arms, then howling with laughter. All the pain and bitterness and happiness and joy from the last few months caught up with you, and you found yourself extremely overemotional and slightly dazed. Plus, you couldn’t figure out whether you were back on good terms again. It was simple to laugh and joke around, but was it just masking a bigger problem?

“We’re friends, right?” you asked anxiously, bringing the mood back down again.

Taehyung’s laughter faded, understanding why you asked the question immediately. He thought for a second, before grabbing your hand tightly in his and squeezing it, as if he was making a pact. “Yes,” he said firmly, looking you straight in the eye. “For good this time. I mean it.”

“That’s good,” you mumbled softly.

It was good. Although things might not have been the same as they were back in high school, you were making the essential steps to regain what you once had.

“Also, I’m sorry for getting mad at you for the dance-” Taehyung began, but you cut him off with a shriek.

“The dance!” you yelped, leaping to your feet. “We’re going to miss it!”

“Yah, I haven’t agreed to it yet!” Taehyung objected, stubbornly staying put on the ground. “You’re the one saying we need more time.”

“Taehyung, do this for Jungkook,” you pleaded, pulling on his arm uselessly, the panic returning to your body. “Please! Imagine how disappointed he’ll be!”

You didn’t want to emotionally blackmail him, but you didn’t want to let Jungkook down. Nor did you want to go back to your housemates and tell them the trip was for nothing.

“This means a lot to you, doesn’t it?” he asked gingerly, his question catching you by surprise.

“E-erm…” you stuttered, “I guess so?” Taehyung continued to stare, waiting for you to expand on your answer. Unprepared, you felt your face growing red as you avoided looking directly at him. “I mean, I’m tired of upsetting people, and although you’ve been a pain to teach sometimes, I really enjoy dancing with you.” It felt embarrassing to say it out loud, but you hoped it was enough to convince your obstinate friend. “Will you come, Tae?”

A soft smile settled on his face, finally satisfied, and you sighed inwardly in relief. “Only if you buy me coffee for the next two weeks, and bring it to me every morning.”

You mouth hung open in disbelief. “That means I’ve got to spend every morning with you!”

“Don’t make it sound too traumatic,” he grumbled, slowly standing up. “It’ll be a good chance to start afresh. You’re supposed to be in love with me, remember?”

“Fine,” you muttered, spinning away and striding back towards the buildings. “But if you’re crabby because I’ve woken you up, I’ll give you hell.”

“Y/N’s back,” he grinned cheekily. “Was starting to wonder why my best friend was being nice to me. Come on then, slowcoach, let’s go back to Seoul.”

Although you swatted his arm, you couldn’t help feeling on top of the world as you walked towards Yeona’s car, arms linked and ready to try again.

“Why?” you asked, letting Taehyung lead you to a separate classroom in the building, dragging you along as he clutched your hand. He led the way excitedly, and he kept on looking back to give you reassuring grins.

Unable to form a sentence any more complicated than ‘why’, you hoped that Taehyung understood what you were trying to say, and luckily, he did. It was a shame you couldn’t understand his response, so you simply nodded and hoped he wasn’t kidnapping you.

You hadn’t been in Korea for that long, and you were still trying to pick up the language. However, it being so different from English and the fact that everyone in your school spoke way too quickly for your liking, you’d struggled to make conversation with anyone at all. Apart from Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung didn’t seem to mind that you could only say basic sentences after ten seconds of thinking time, and he always let you follow him and his friend Jimin around during lunch. You were having another bad day that day, as you’d tried and failed to talk to one of the students in your class, and instead you left them in hysterics at something you’d said wrongly. Taehyung noticed your bad mood and decided to lead you off somewhere unknown.

When you arrived, you realised he’d taken you to a music room. It was quite basic, but Taehyung ignored the instruments and sat down on top of a desk, searching through his phone. You perched on a chair quietly, wondering what he was planning. Before long, he’d begun playing the instrumental to a song that you swore you recognised. Then, he sang. His voice was deep for his age, and there was a soulful quality to it that gave you goosebumps. But what really chilled you was what he was singing: the lyrics were in English.

Taehyung had realised you’d been feeling disconnected from everyone else, and he figured that the only way he could reach out to you was through music. Once he hit the chorus, you joined in, letting your harmonies fill the quiet room as you threw your head back and belted out the lyrics. It was the happiest you’d been since moving countries, and after that you couldn’t stop smiling. For three and a half minutes, the language barrier wasn’t a problem, and that’s when you knew Taehyung was going to be different.

“Run!” Yeona yelled, Jiwon pulling up at the theatre where the dance competition was being held.

“Thank you!” you shouted back, and your housemates waved cheerily from the car.

The ride back was far less relaxing than on the way there, despite knowing that you and Taehyung had sorted through most of your problems. Having very little time until the start of the show, Jiwon was forced to push the speed limits as Yeona laid on the pressure even more. Mijung was being her usual, friendly self, asking Taehyung a lot of very personal questions that you hadn’t found out the answers to until you’d been friends for years. Taehyung seemed fine with it, although you were certain he was avoiding the questions by going off on some strange tangents.

Sprinting into the theatre, you both stopped as you suddenly realised that you had no idea where to go.

“In here,” you called, spotting an area which was being monitored by several staff members.

However, as you approached, your heart sunk as they stepped in front of your path, blocking you from getting through.

“Names, please,” they asked, checking a clipboard.

“Y/N and Tae- uhh, Jungkook,” you faltered, almost slipping up. The staff member scanned down the list of names, and looked up at you with a questioning glance.

“Y/N and Jungkook have already signed in,” one of them said. “I’m sorry, but access only to the performers. If you’d like to buy a ticket, the stand’s over there.”

Looking over at Taehyung, his confused expression mirrored your own. However, neither of you argued as you went over to the ticket booth, not knowing what else to do. Wordlessly, you entered the theatre, and although he didn’t say anything, you could tell Taehyung was thinking the exact same thing: who had signed in in your place?

The theatre was dark, and it seemed the competition had already been going for quite a while. Up on stage were a group of all girls doing some sort of cheerleading routine. You and Taehyung slipped into seats at the back just as the girls finished, and everyone clapped loudly.

“Do we just wait?” Taehyung said under his breath, leaning closely to your ear.

“I don’t think we have any other choice,” you replied, feeling crushed. Was everything you’d done all for nothing?

A male voice crackled through the tannoy, announcing the next group to come on stage. “Dancing next are Y/N and Jungkook. Interval will be in 10 minutes.”

You shared a nervous look with Taehyung, your heart in your mouth. Was it a joke? Was anyone going to show up at all? Questions swirled around your brain as two men walked out on stage, wearing ridiculously tight jeans and matching tank tops. There were a few titters from the crowd, as they too wondered if it was a joke act.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” muttered Taehyung, his mouth agape in disbelief.

Because there, standing in the middle of the stage, was Namjoon and Jin.

The music began, the all too well-known song that you’d listened to over a hundred times playing from the speakers. You wanted to shut your eyes, but you were too curious as to what was going to happen. Too curious as to how they could completely butcher Jungkook’s well designed choreography.

They started slowly, sliding around each other in repetitive circles with serious faces, their movements completely out of time with the music. The audience grew louder and Taehyung’s housemates danced like they had too much to drink, leaping and prancing around the stage with no regards to the beat of the song. It was almost unbearable.

People were starting to laugh, and some were beginning to clap to the rhythm as Namjoon did a small ballet routine on one side of the stage and Jin did his version of breakdancing on the other, the hilariously conflicting styles making it look even more ridiculous. You could just about make out the judges at the front giving each other questioning looks, as if they were wondering how such a pair made it to the judging round.

“Y/N!” someone hissed from behind you, making you jump out of your skin in fright. Wheeling round, you saw Hoseok and Yoongi grinning in the seats behind you.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed back, gladly using them as an excuse to not watch what was happening down front.

“We’re performing after the interval,” Hoseok explained. “That was your friend’s idea by the way. He realised that you weren’t going to make it back in time, so he said that Jin and Namjoon should go instead. Add a comedy factor.”

“Our friend?” asked Taehyung, slightly baffled by the whole situation.

“Well,” butted in Yoongi. “Jungkook’s friend. I think his name’s Jimin?”

He pointed to the right side of the crowd, and at first you couldn’t see anything, but eventually you could make out Jimin’s silver hair bobbing along to the music. Next to him was Jungkook, and you were startled to see how close they were sitting to each other, shoulder to shoulder in their chairs. Jimin had one arm laid over the back of Jungkook’s seat as they laughed at the two boys on stage, not caring that the actual routine had been completely ignored.

“Jungkook is literally taking my friend away,” he huffed, shaking his head.

“You took his,” you laughed, and Taehyung smiled bashfully.

It was a bizarre day. You couldn’t even be annoyed that you’d missed your chance at performing, as everything else seemed to have fallen into place. At the end of their routine, there was a standing ovation for Jin and Namjoon, and they bowed deeply in return. The judges were dumbfounded, but you and Taehyung made sure you clapped the hardest and the longest.

Things never turned out the way you planned them, and sometimes you lost the path. But so long as you get back on and try again, eventually, it will all be okay.

Thanksgiving with Alex

A/N: My first public imagine with Alex, so here goes nothing. Happy Thanksgiving even though it’s a little late!

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Originally posted by ivartheheathen

You were bummed out that Alex, your boyfriend, couldn’t make it to Thanksgiving with you and your family but were understanding because of his busy schedule. You had planned and booked the plane tickets months in advance, making the short break last as long as you possibly could, you tried to add more days to stay at home since it was going to be the first time Alex met your family, you were excited for him to meet them even though they could be a bit overwhelming sometimes. Last minute he had to cancel his plans of coming with you because he was scheduled last minute to shoot everyday of Thanksgiving week.

You tried to sound cheerful as he called you and apologized profusely over face-time, but you guys had dated long enough to know each other’s moods by just the sound and tone of voice. You had finished the call as quickly as possible, not wanting him to see you upset.

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anonymous asked:

sorry to bother, but do you have any evidence on-hand for that Foods To Eat [before/after/to (do/thing)] post sourced to you? i'd like to think it's accurate information but considering it's just claims with no supporting evidence, i'm dubious. thank you!

(fruitarian diet

The What to Eat post contains 12 snippets, therefore which one are you referring to? Are you referring to all 12 or one in particular?

I will start by saying that all 12 snippets come from The Fitness Café, they have over one million followers on Facebook where the vast majority of their content is posted I would be surprised that a network with such colossal following promote “dubious” information. That said, FYI one of the Fitness Café founders actually lost 48lbs in one year and is on his way to completing his first half marathon; unquestionably I am certain he’d be more than happy to hear your concern/feedback regarding his webpage content. Withal, there is a contact us section through their main website or you can also contact them through their FB page if you want to further verify with these guys!

As for evidence, obviously I cannot speak on behalf of the Fitness Café founders, but I can certainly throw in my 2 cents!

If you have been following me for the past 6 years, one thing you learn about me through my blog is that I am a huge advocate of Hippocrates, the father of medicine motto and philosophy; “Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food”. In other words, “you are what you eat”! Considering that every 35 days your skin replaces itself and your liver about a month with new cells coming from the foods you eat there is no doubt what you eat literally becomes you! The food you ingest can be either the safest and most powerful form of medicine or the slowest form of poison. I’d like to point out here that although I am an avid supporter of Hippocrates, let not thy food be confused with thy medicine: The Hippocratic misquotation… For example, I do not agree with people who believe that a fruitarian diet (Fruitarianism) cures cancer over chemotherapy, but I do believe that healthy eating may and can help prevent or lower the risk of getting severe cancer. I remember when my mom was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer her oncologist recommended her to eat plenty of fruits and vegetables/to follow a healthy diet along with her chemotherapy treatments. 

Continuing in the same vein, it is also no secret eating a nutritious daily diet is important to maintain good health. Consuming a variety of foods helps to get the daily vitamins, minerals, protein and energy necessary for feeling your best. Many fruits, vegetables, and unprocessed whole foods have properties that can benefit our health. Studies in the past decade have taken nutritional research beyond protein, carbohydrates, fats, vitamins and minerals. Chemicals in the plants called phytochemicals have been a specific focus in the past decade, offering benefits such as cancer prevention, cholesterol reduction, and hormone regulation, to name a few.

There is truly a cornucopia of nutritional benefits that have been discovered. Since the post in question is way too long I will evidently not elaborate on all 12 snippets. 

Before elaborating on some of the information contained in that post I’d like to give you a bit of a background about myself since you didn’t seem to mind reading the about me section on my blog (no pun intended). 

I’m Stephanie (you can call me Steph), I used to be a class 2 obese teen who lost 70 pounds on her own (no personal trainer, no nothing), went from 220 lbs. to 150 lbs. during my first year of college mainly by undertaking running. Long story short, running became more than just a hobby with time (obviously), so after college I decided to give it a shot and try out for the varsity track and field team. I became so passionate with everything surrounding health that I decided to add a minor in social sciences of health during my undergrad. The rest is history, that once obese kid is now a Canadian Interuniversity Sport (CIS) tracklete – FYI I am a short distance runner. All that to say, I am not just a random anon posting about health and fitness, I actually live it, breath it and studied the subject. 

Going back to the subject, as a varsity athlete and an avid runner the information contained in the Foods to eat section for: muscle gain, running, before and after workout seems to be correct to me. I can’t think of any fellow sport mate who’d say otherwise.

For example, the what to eat for running sections makes mention of quite a few carbohydrates -  if you are an athlete not only a runner you understand the vital role these micronutrients play when it comes to performing. Healthy carbohydrates of course such as grains (brown rice), sweet potatoes, bananas (such as indicated in the post).

If you are familiar with the world of running, it should be no secret to you that most runners know they should eat pasta, rice, potatoes, or other high-carb foods before a half or full marathon (which is known as carbo-load). After all, carbs are a great source of energy, and you need a lot of energy to cover 13.1 or 26.2 miles. Having said that, if you are unfamiliar with Carb science I would recommend you read on it, it’s very interesting.  

A bit of carb science:

When you eat a bowl of spaghetti, most of the carbs are stored as glycogen in your muscles and liver. Glycogen is your body’s most easily accessible form of energy, but it’s not the only source. During a half or full marathon, you burn both glycogen and fat. But the latter is not as efficient, which means your body has to work harder to convert it into fuel.

When you run out of glycogen during a race you hit “the wall.” Your body has to slow down as it turns fat into energy. Proper carbo-loading—or filling your muscles to the brim with glycogen—won’t make you faster, but it will allow you to run your best and, if you race smartly, avoid the wall. Obviously, as mentioned above you have to choose wisely and select the proper carbs.

I personally like to stick to same carbs, sweet potatoes, plantains and berries, but runners don’t need to be so restrictive. Tortillas, oatmeal, bread, pancakes, waffles, bagels, yogurt, and juice are all easy-to-digest options. Many fruits are high in carbs but are also high in fiber—and too much can cause stomach trouble midrace. Bananas are a low-fiber choice. And you can peel apples, peaches, and pears to reduce their fiber content. Throughout the years, I have posted several posts about carbs for runners on my blog.

Moving on, as for the muscle building snippet, I think it is pretty obvious that the foods mentioned contribute to muscle gain. All of the foods contained in the post below are loaded with protein, so I really don’t see why the information would be regarded as “dubious”. As a matter of fact, I can’t think of anyone knowledgeable about fitness and nutrition who’d think otherwise. Protein is a major micronutrient when it comes to muscles growth. Protein is made up of amino acids and amino acids are the building blocks of your muscles and body. Without them, it would be impossible to build, repair or even maintain muscle tissue. Protein is made up of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen and nitrogen. Having a sufficient amount of protein will put you in a positive nitrogen balance, or an anabolic state. Being in an anabolic state will allow you to build muscle. Protein is even described as structural components of body tissues such as muscle, hair, collagen, etc., and as enzymes and antibodies.

As for fruits/vegetables I supposed the Fitness Café may be alluding to plant-based protein foods or carbs. A lot of fitness novices make the error of cutting carbs from their diet thinking it will help their muscles grow faster which isn’t the case at all.  As effective as high-protein diets are for losing weight and athletic performance, you still need carbs and fat for maximum muscle growth (all micronutrients). As seen above, your body uses carbs for energy during exercise. If your cache of carbs is low, your body will use protein as an alternate fuel source, and your muscles won’t grow as much as they would if you were feeding them a cocktail of protein and carbs. As for the fat, it’s vital for the production of muscle-building testosterone. (Studies show that guys who eat higher-fat diets also have higher testosterone levels). Good carbs can be obtained from a variety of vegetables and fruits.

Speaking of protein, if you paid attention to the content of the post you’ve portably noticed that protein shakes/bars and foods are mentioned in the after/before and muscle gain section. One of the most important things you learn when getting seriously into fitness is the crucial importance of proper supplementation pre-and post-workout.  Although it can vary by brand, most experts recommend taking protein in two servings: one an hour or so before your workout to tank off your body’s energy reserves, and another dose immediately after you work out to help repair muscle damage and fuel the growth of new muscles.

As a woman, I would like to also comment of the pregnancy section before concluding. Although, I have no intention of getting pregnant anytime soon, I have been reading a lot about healthy pregnancy lately and the foods showed in that section as well seems pretty accurate to me based on my readings. For example, leafy greens such as spinach have high levels of folate and iron, and kale and turnip greens are both good calcium sources. These minerals are important during pregnancy. Furthermore, all women need 10 extra grams of protein a day during pregnancy (for a total of at least 60 grams); beans and lentils are an excellent source, with about 15 grams per cup. They’re also high in fiber, which helps to combat constipation. And 1 cup of cooked lentils meets half of your daily folate requirement. Moreover, considering that many women develop aversions to meat while pregnant. Eggs are an excellent alternative protein source, since they contain all the essential amino acids your body needs. I also really like the fact that they mentioned lean meat because during pregnancy a woman’s iron intake needs to double so it’s important to include plenty of iron-rich foods now.

I could go on and on and give many examples, but I think you get it now. I invite to read more about health, fitness, wellness, everything surrounding wellbeing in general. Do I agree with everything Fitness Café mentioned yes and no, the world of fitness is always debating on various topic! There are a few things I would have added/changed, but overall for starters I think it’s a great post.


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So here’s a thing I tweeted about awhile ago, but I wanted to do a full write up. It’s an interesting botanical thing I figured out about beans!

Here’s four kinds of beans. Last year, I grew three of them!

The Aztec Cave Bean keeps appearing under various guises in seed catalogs. The story goes that this bean was found in a sealed clay jar in a cave during an archaeological dig in the Seventies. Carbon dated to 1500 years ago!

Thing is…nobody knows anything about this hypothetical dig. Who ran it? Where was it? There is no info. Dig on a forum and you’ll get, “Uh…maybe Berkeley?” And then I went digging around in Google Books and found a reference to this legend from the 1800s (and the author was skeptical then, too!)*

Also, the Aztec Empire flourished from the 13th to 16th century, which by my math was at most 800 years ago, so if this WAS true, it’d be a Nahuatl Cave Bean. But never mind that. Let’s just say I am Very Skeptical.

The ones I got were a lovely maroon mottled bean. It looked like they’d grow into Holstein cows or tiny paint horses. Artist representation above!

I also grew the Tarahumara Red, a rare bean variety from the high desert, grown by the Tarahumara people. It’s one of those varieties that I don’t know why they’re rare–they’re tough as nails. It produces a small maroon bean with a black ring around the hilum. (That’s the white mark on the bean, or the “eye.”) The Aztec cave bean ALSO has a black ring around the hilum, or at least the ones I got did.

So I had both these beans and I grew them and at first, all was well. Aztecs produced and produced, Tarahumara were less productive but they kept going and going and going and they grew in crappy buckets I forgot to water.

Then an odd thing happened. The Aztec cave beans…vanished. Suddenly I was harvesting nothing but solid maroon beans with black hilums.

Okay, sez I! The Aztec beans melted in the high summer heat and humidity. This was the first year I grew them, I had no idea what to expect, and some things just melt in our heat. These are obviously the Tarahumara Reds (I had planted a couple extra about midway through the season when another set of beans had choked and died.)

And then one day I harvest some beans, shell them, and out come the Mystery Beans. Maroon bean. Single white splash right where the sprout would emerge.

I stared at them for awhile.

I finally decided they had to be an Aztec cave bean that just got weird. Okay. These things happen.

I harvested a few weeks later and got dozens more.

Had I somehow made a cross-breed between my Tarahumara and my Aztecs? Beans can cross-pollinate, but they usually don’t. Even when they’re grown on the same trellis, they rarely cross, unlike peppers or squash, who will joyfully sex up the world. Beans are suspicious of other beans. Peppers would cross with pine trees if they could reach that high.

And then, in late fall, the very last round of beans, suddenly I have Aztec cave beans again. Little Holstein cow beans. AND Tarahumara Reds.

What the hell just happened?

I was baffled. I threw them all in jars and eyed them suspiciously. Had I found two beans that were star-crossed lovers and crossed easily? Were these sports? (Some beans are sold with the specific note “Throws an occasional all-black bean” and so forth.)

And then, browsing seed catalogs in December, trying to keep my spirits up, I happened on a bean collector who has been growing beans since, literally, the year I was born. His site was an obsessive catalog of hundreds of varieties. And one of them was the Jacob’s Cattle Bean.

Jacob’s Cattle Beans are an old, old variety. They range from maroon to medium tan, and they are speckled and spotted and splotched with white. It looks like an acid washed kidney bean. It was grown by the Passamaquoddy Indians of Maine, according to legend. Unlike the Aztec, they’re more…flecked, I guess? Appaloosa horses instead of paints.

What they don’t tell you, what I learned from our bean collector’s site, was that many, many spotted beans descend from Jacob’s Cattle types, and that if you grow Jacob’s Cattle in high summer temperatures, it becomes solid colored.

Now, I can’t know for sure, but I will bet you a dollar that my “Aztec Cave Bean” is a reasonably modern descendant of the Jacob’s Cattle Bean, and the high heat in North Carolina turned them solid red. Then, as the temps cooled, they got the first white splotch, and then finally reverted to their normal coloration.

“Okay,” you say, “but why do I care?”

I have no idea, honestly. It’s neat? It screwed up my counts because I kept thinking that the hot-weather Aztecs were actually Tarahumara Red, so I now have no idea what my total counts were and need to regrow both.

But anyhow, I thought it was cool that I finally got to the bottom of my mystery beans.

*There actually ARE a couple of vegetable varieties found from ancient dig sites–a very impressive squash was found on the Menominee Reservation in Wisconsin. They named it the Gete-okosomin, and you can get seeds now, which I’ll try once I’ve got the Gem Squash reliable.

cute narration

‘Aa’ishah, may Allaah be pleased with her, narrated: “Sawdah bint Zam’ah (the Prophet’s wife) visited us one day. The Messenger of Allaah ﷺ sat between me and her placing one of his legs in my lap and the other in her lap. I had cooked Hareerah (soup made from a variety of vegetables with lentils, chickpeas, and coriander) for her. I said to her, ‘Eat.’ but she refused, so I said: ‘By Allaah, you will eat or I will splash it on your face.’ She still refused to eat, so I took from of it and splashed it on her face. The Messenger of Allaah ﷺ  started laughing and protected Sawdah with his thigh and said to her: “Splash her face” so she did, and he ﷺ  started to laugh again. Suddenly, we heard ‘Umar saying, ‘O ‘Abdullaah ibn ‘Umar (his son), O ‘Abdullaah ibn ‘Umar’! The Messenger of Allaah ﷺ said to us: “Get up and clean your faces, because I think ‘Umar will come in now.””

Sunan al-Kubra an-Nasaa'ee #8868; Abu Bakr Ash-Shaafi’i (112) in his book Al-Fawaa’id. Al-Albaani ruled it as sound (Hasan) in his book As-Silsilah As-Saheehah (3131)

أَخْبَرَنَا مُحَمَّدُ بْنُ مَعْمَرٍ قَالَ: حَدَّثَنَا خَالِدُ بْنُ الْحَارِثِ قَالَ: حَدَّثَنَا مُحَمَّدُ بْنُ عَمْرٍو، عَنْ أَبِي سَلَمَةَ قَالَ: قَالَتْ عَائِشَةُ: زَارَتْنَا سَوْدَةُ يَوْمًا فَجَلَسَ رَسُولُ اللهِ صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ بَيْنِي وَبَيْنَهَا إِحْدَى رِجْلَيْهِ فِي حِجْرِي، وَالْأُخْرَى فِي حِجْرِهَا، فَعَمِلْتُ لَهَا حَرِيرَةً، أَوْ قَالَ: «خَزِيرَةً» فَقُلْتُ: كُلِي، فَأَبَتْ فَقُلْتُ: “ لَتَأْكُلِي، أَوْ لَأُلَطِّخَنَّ وَجْهَكِ، فَأَبَتْ، فَأَخَذْتُ مِنَ الْقَصْعَةِ شَيْئًا فَلَطَّخْتُ بِهِ وَجْهَهَا، فَرَفَعَ رَسُولُ اللهِ صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ رِجْلَهُ مِنْ حِجْرِهَا تَسْتَقِيدُ مِنِّي، فَأَخَذَتْ مِنَ الْقَصْعَةِ شَيْئًا فَلَطَّخَتْ بِهِ وَجْهِي، وَرَسُولُ اللهِ صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ يَضْحَكُ، فَإِذَا عُمَرُ يَقُولُ: يَا عَبْدَ اللهِ بْنَ عُمَرَ، يَا عَبْدَ اللهِ بْنَ عُمَرَ فَقَالَ لَنَا رَسُولُ اللهِ صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ: «قُومَا فَاغْسِلَا وُجُوهَكُمَا، فَلَا أَحْسِبُ عُمَرَ إِلَّا دَاخِلًا»


♔ pairing: taehyung x reader

♔ genre: oneshot, photographer!taehyung au, angst?? ?

♔ word count: 1,737

♔ summary: world renowned photographer kim taehyung returns to the one place he refuses to acknowledge: his home town, a rural village in the countryside. he takes a walk down memory lane and searches for a missing piece of his heart that he left with you

♔ a/n: lmao lmao this is the first fic i’m publishing on tumblr and it’s inspired bc of this damn pic of taehyung i have as my header. i’m genuinely trying to become a better writer guys 

Kim Taehyung has been everywhere at this point, yet here he is, back in the one place where he told himself to never visit ever again: the rural farms of his hometown. He remembers the outlines of the fields, cultivating different kinds of agriculture, a variety of vegetables and fruits. If it weren’t for his determination to leave, he’d be one of the many men labouring the earth. Hell, they’re probably his former classmates.

He breathes in the clear air, the blue sky with barely any white clouds covering the protruding sun shining on his skin, kissing them as much as they can, warmly, before the end of the hot season as the slow breeze caresses his body.

It has been a while since he has stepped on the muddy soil, staining his pristine black dress shoes. Oh, how he used to despite the feeling of the dirty soil on his skin. He recognizes this dirt path all too well. He took it every day on his way to anywhere– his high school, the nearest mall, the market. Everything happens around the village centre.

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Voltron Secret Santa 2017

Merry Christmas, @paladinspride! I find it so funny that we were each other’s secret santas! I loved the drawing you made for me, you are such a talented artist, and I hope that you enjoy your gift! Your Christmas sweater for Lance really inspired me as I was finishing this, so I hope you get a few good laughs! I hope your Christmas has been wonderful, and I wish you a great rest of this year and a great 2018 as well!

This is a Klance-centric fanfic, written in Keith’s perspective! It is a very Christmas-y Earth AU where Lance tries to give Keith the best Christmas he has ever had! Keith and Lance started dating prior to the events in this story, just as a head’s up as you read! I have also posted it to Ao3 in case you would rather read it there, and the link is right here.

A big thank you goes to @voltron-ss for doing an amazing job in setting this all up! Props to you and I hope you have had a wonderful Christmas as well, and I wish you a good year to come!

Without further ado, here is the story:

All I Want For Christmas

Bzzz. Bzzz.

The sound of his phone vibration woke Keith from his slumber. He opened his bleary eyes reluctantly, snatching his cellphone from the dresser next to him. With a small yawn, Keith opened his phone to see a text message from Lance greeting him.

‘Merry Christmas, sunshine! Want to come over to my place later today?’

Even in his groggy state, a small smile formed on Keith’s lips. He and Lance had recently begun dating, so waking up to texts like these were nothing unusual.

‘It’s 7 a.m., shouldn’t you be sleeping for another five hours? Also, Merry Christmas,’ he typed back, closing his eyes as he waited for a response.

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A+ (High School AU!) Chapter 11

category: angst

pairing: eunwoo X reader

note: 2.4k words! long chapter tomorrow  :)

Thankfully, Jiyoon let you stay at her house for a night. It was a convenient situation since at that time you really wanted to get away from Eunwoo. There was no way you were going back to his house.

You took this opportunity to start searching for your own place. After staying locked in Jiyoon’s room and calculating fees, salaries, and searching for different apartments, you were pooped. You had already ranted about everything to Jiyoon and cried your eyes out in front of her. Your sad state faded into a mad one, then faded into emptiness now.

Sighing in boredom, you opened up your new phone and searched for notifications. Rocky told you that he would text you the moment he got his new phone, so you were anxiously waiting for his message. Since Jiyoon had been your only friend your whole life, acquiring a new one was exciting.

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rare myth of the week: kyknos the bird

most of us know about phaethon, one of several boys who flew too close to the sun (and subsequently straight into the underworld). but listen to this:

there was this king named kyknos who had the most beautiful singing voice in the world. unfortunately, he did not have the most beautiful screaming voice in the world. so when his “dear friend” (hint: that means gay) phaethon bit the metaphorical and literal dust/ashes, and kyknos jumped into the eridanos river to cry, guess what happened?

that’s right, apollo got angry. presumably because kyknos was using his gifted throat for evil (nevermind that he was crying about APOLLO’S OWN SON’S DEATH thanks a lot dad). so apollo did what apollo does best when angry, and turned kyknos into a lower form of life that was easier(?) to deal with.

in this case, in a bold new move, instead of going with something of the vegetative variety, apollo turned kyknos into a swan, so that at least that beautiful singing voice could be preserved.


hot cocoa

A/N: What’s Christmas without a little joy from our favourite (almost) family? Figured someone would be interested in this pre-Christmas Flick and Harry drabble I wrote last year. Whether you are well introduced to these characters or just wanting to learn more about them, I know we would enjoy the concept of Harry making us a nice cup of cocoa in the middle of the night. Enjoy!

“Christmas is officially cancelled, I can’t find the perfect gift for Mum,” Flick says, falling back onto the bed. “I’ve looked absolutely everywhere, but nothing screams Catherine Evans — or, really, nothing screams ungrateful mother enough.”

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Recipe: Stir Fry

Description: Julienned vegetables on a bed of rice. 

Game ingredients: Cave Carrot, Common Mushroom, Kale, Oil

This recipe restores 200 energy and 80 health. It can be obtained from the Cooking Channel and sells for 335g. 

Difficulty: Easy, 30 minutes. Serves 3.

Stir fry is really easy and quick to make. It’s also a well-balanced meal.

-Vegetables, variety (carrots, snap-peas, beans, broccoli, peppers, onions, mushrooms, celery, etc. Whatever suits your fancy)
-½ pound meat, thawed. You can use chicken, beef, or pork. If you prefer it to be vegetarian/vegan, you can use a package of cubed tofu. 
-2 tablespoons cooking or olive oil
-1 cup rice
-Stir fry sauce, roughly ¼ cup (I used teriyaki)

Heat the oil in a large frying pan or a wok over medium-high. Slice the meat into strips with a sharp knife and add it to the pan, turning the pieces on all sides to brown them evenly. Turn down the heat to medium-low. 

In a small saucepan, combine 1 cup of rice and 2 cups water over high heat. Bring to a boil, then turn down the heat to low and place a lid on the pot. Let it simmer for 15-20 minutes. 

Slice up your desired vegetables and add them to the pan. I used onions, peppers, celery, and carrots. Slice them at an angle to julienne them if you like. 

Cook the contents of the pan, stirring occasionally, until the vegetables have softened and the meat is done. Add the sauce of your choice and mix it in. Cook for another minute or so. 

Fluff the rice with a fork once it’s done and then serve, placing the meat and vegetable mix over-top. 

It’s a very tasty and versatile dish, and easy to make to use up leftover veggies.


anonymous asked:

hi, im 16, female, and i just found out today that i have polycystic ovarian syndrome. I have never had to deal with anything like this before, and am really just terrified. I have to find a gynecologist, start taking birth control to regulate it, do a complete 180 on my lifestyle, and frankly i don't think i have time to fit any of that into my 60-hour work week as a student. Im wondering if theres any simple places to start changing my diet and exercising more?

Hey, I’m sorry that you’re scared! It’ll be okay! Try your best to follow the instructions of your doctor, and you’ll be okay.

To find a gynecologist, you can ask your current doctor for a referral, or ask your parents for your insurance company info so that you can look up a doctor on your insurance plan. Most companies have a “find a doc” feature on their websites. Since you’re young, your parents might have to help you sign the forms and such, and it’s a good idea to take someone you trust to your first appointment. They can even go in the room with you, or if not, you could ask to have a nurse in the room with you. Know that with birth control, you might have some side effects to start, and might have to try a few different brands until you find one that works for you. One great way to remember to take your pills is to set a phone alarm at the same time every day.

When it comes to diet, it might be hard since you’re still living at home and are most likely subject to what your parents buy and cook. If possible, see if you can meet with a dietitan/nutritionist! They can really help you figure out a meal plan that will work for you. Make sure your parents are aware of your medical and nutrition needs. I’m not certain about the dietary requirements for PCOS, but I’m sure there are lots of guides online that you can look for. In general, choose whole foods, eat meals with lots of vegetables, seek variety, and avoid too much mindless snacking.

For exercise, you can start small! Take the stairs instead of elevator, go for walks as often as possible, and try free online exercise videos. Some of my favorites are Yoga with Adrienne and Blogilates, both free on Youtube. You could also try running/jogging, swimming, group exercise classes at a gym, or using the cardio and weight machines at a gym. Couch to 5K is a great program that helps you build up your running endurance. 

If any followers have experience with PCOS, please chime in!

Good luck and take care!– Mimi

anonymous asked:

hi, i know this isn't directly related to ecology but in my story's setting in a world where landmass is limited and chemical warfare has made farming difficult i'm trying to figure out what people would eat when it's hard to grow most vegetables. are there any varieties of plants that are more suited to an environment that's dry and doesn't have much nitrogen? lots of sci-fi herbicides have been used but the people in my story still need to eat something. I would be grateful for any knowledge.

Hi there!

Agriculture is not my specialty, but from what I know, and from what you’ve told me, a few things come to mind. The main things I got from your question are:

  1. Cropland is limited
  2. Soil is poor
  3. Region is dry
  4. Chemicals

From that, I thought of three potential solutions. (This is not necessarily a complete list of all possible solutions, but they’re three potential strategies that first came to my mind.) I don’t know how these might fit into your world/society, but I can tell you a bit about them and see what you think of them.

Solution 1: A new type of crop

Many problems in agriculture today are tied to soil loss and degradation. When we plant crops, they take up nutrients from the soil. When we harvest those crops, we remove those nutrients from the system. For this reason, cropland soils become depleted in nutrients over time. Another problem is erosion. Whenever soil is bare (such as before planting, after harvest) it’s vulnerable to erosion. Plant roots hold onto soil, and keep it in place. Without plant cover, soils wash away. (Or they can be blown away, as happened in the Dust Bowl.)

One proposed solution to these problem is the development of perennial crops, and particularly perennial grains. Perennial crops would stay in the ground for years at a time. This means reduced soil erosion. It also means that the plants have more time to develop a root system, which reduces the need to water and fertilize them–because they can access deeper layers of soil. Depending on your society’s technology and structure, it’s possible that such crops have been developed. Genetic modifications could be developed that make it possible to combine the hardiness of perennial grasses with the increased food yields of our current cultivated grains. Grasses can be very resilient, and tend to thrive in areas where other plants struggle, like prairies/savannas. (I’m pretty sure that some of this is related to C4 vs C3 plants, and the adaptations involved, but it’s been a while since I’ve brushed up on my plant biology.) Finding a way to make grasses into a nourishing crop might be a solution to your problem.

Solution 2: Vertical Farming

Our world is currently facing the problem of how to grow more food for more people on a limited amount of land. Not only are we experiencing difficulties with cropland as listed above, but we’re facing increasing pressure to convert land to living space for an increasing number of people. The existence of cities is a problem, because they need to rely on more distant farmland for their food.

Vertical farming is a solution designed to grow more crops in a given land area, using less water and fertilizers. The idea is that, if you grow plants in a building, you can control their environment. You also reduce the amount of water and nutrient waste involved. And then there’s the “vertical” aspect: Many levels of crops can be grown, rather than a single layer as happens in soil. There are ongoing efforts in various places to convert old, abandoned warehouses and mills into indoor farms. (In your situation, vertical farming might also act as a protection against toxic chemicals that are in the outside world.)

Solution 3: Don’t Farm

Since developing agriculture, many humans have come to rely on crops for their food. But humans existed before inventing agriculture, and even now people live in areas where growing crops is impractical. In this case, animals become the dominant form of food. Hunting wild game is one solution. The other is raising livestock. Pastoralism is a widespread solution to harsh environments. As I mentioned before, grass is hardy stuff, and will often grow in areas that can’t sustain crops. We can’t eat grass, but many grazing animals can. Using land for pastures rather than cropland might be a solution. (And don’t forget fish: If you’re near a large body of water, fishing might be a way that people get their food.)

There are a few consequences if this is the case: The first is that such a lifestyle limits the amount of people you can have living in a given area. It’s worth noting that densely-populated human civilizations were made possible by the development of agriculture. The other thing to keep in mind is that there are health consequences if your people can only eat meat or dairy. There’s a reason that humans are recommended to eat multiple servings of fruits and vegetables per day. Plants can provide nutrition that meat can’t. (Maybe people need to rely on foraging for wild plants that manage to survive the harsh conditions. Maybe they take vitamin supplements….) But living as hunters or herders is something that humans have done for thousands of years, so it’s definitely possible. Exactly how they manage depends on where they live, and what technologies they might have, but the idea of humans living without crops is not all that unusual. (Below is an image showing pastureland intensity, from NOAA.)

So, that’s what first came to my mind when I saw your question. Hopefully at least some of that proves useful to you. If you need to follow up on anything, let us know! Best of luck!
-Mod Terra

Here is a introduction for the RC


Root cellars are for keeping food supplies at controlled temperatures and steady humidity. Many crops keep longest just above freezing (1–3 °C) and at high humidity (90–95%),[1] but the optimal temperature and humidity ranges vary by crop,[1] and various crops keep well at temperatures further above near-freezing but below room temperature. A few crops even keep better in low humidity.[1] Root cellars keep food from freezing during the winter and keep food cool during the summer to prevent spoilage. Typically, a variety of vegetables are placed in the root cellar in the autumn, after harvesting. A secondary use for the root cellar is as a place to store wine, beer, or other homemade alcoholic beverages.

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The signs and their spirit vegetable

Aries: Zucchini

Taurus: Orange gourd

Gemini: A set of Ikea hemnes drawers

Cancer: Rather offensive cabbage

Leo: I was going to put tomato, but let’s not re-open that can of worms so carrots.

Virgo: Kale

Libra: Sierra Leone bologi. And no, that’s not something ridiculous I made up, google it it’s actually quite interesting.

Scorpio: Jeremy Renner’s left shoe.

Sagittarius: Arugula

Aquarius: Rotten celery

Capricorn: Messier 31

Pisces: Slightly less offensive cabbage