#AND V8 SPLASHES ARE $2

[capitalisticveins]

Imagine how fucking EASY it is for a Stealth to steal from an unempowered store or deli. They walk in, take like 7 snacks, walk out. and no one even knows they were there

[dreamalitt1edream]

LOW CAL GROCERY LIST

Lower Calorie Options:

FOOD + PRODUCE 🥗

- lean protein (chicken and fish): chicken 50 cal per oz, fish varies, tilapia is my fave and 35 cal per oz

- eggs: 95 per egg

- potatoes: sounds weird but very filling and delicious with just salt, about 22 calories for a mini gold potato

- bananas: 100 cal for a medium banana

- tree nuts: pistachios have the lowest calories at 100 cal for 30 pistachios

- yogurt: i like the vanilla light+fit individual serving cups, it’s 80 cal a cup and more palatable than just plain yogurt

- harvest snaps: 130 cal per oz

- tostitos oven baked scoops: 140 for 11 chips

- hippeas: 130 cal per oz

DESSERT 🍧

- thin granola bars: I like the clif bar thins, it’s 100 cal a pack and good as a dessert

- yasso frozen yogurt bars: 100 cal a bar

- pudding cups: 100 cal a cup

- oreo thins: 35 cal per cookie

- breyer’s no sugar added vanilla ice cream: 100 cal for 2/3 cup

DRINKS ☕️

- light apple juice: 50 cal a cup

- light lemonade: 25 cal a cup

- coconut water: 45 cal a cup

- v8 splash: 70 cal a cup

Lowest Calorie Options:

FOOD + PRODUCE 🥗

- shirataki/ konjac noodles: 20 calories a pack

- tofu hotdogs: 60 cal per hotdog

- low calorie bread: 45 calories a slice

- popcorn: i recommend buying plain kernels over premade bc you can control what goes in it/ have the lowest cal count

- peaches: 37 cal per peach

- watermelon: 50 cal a cup

- guava: 37 calories for one and has a ton of vitamin c

- iceberg lettuce: my fave for salads, 10 calories a cup

- celery: 1 calorie per stick (10 calories for the whole stalk)

- sugar snap peas: 30 cal for 1/2 cup

- salsa: sounds weird but it’s true, salsa is around 10 cal for 2 tbsp

- skinny girl salad dressings: 10 cal for 2 tbsp

- light progresso canned soups: 130+ per can (depends on the flavor)

DESSERT 🍧

- halo top ice cream: 240+ cal per pint (depends on flavor)

- sugar free jello: 10 cal a cup

- no sugar added fudge pops: 40 cal a pop

- sugar free popsicles: 15 cal a pop

- fiber one soft baked bars: 70 cal each

- gum: i know it’s not a food but sometimes that’s dessert lol, 0-5 cal a stick

- frozen fruits: you can freeze your own or buy in the frozen section, somehow tastes sweeter than regular fruits

DRINKS ☕️

- diet soda: 0 cal

- coffees and teas: 0-5 cal a cup (i get dunkin ground coffee and yogi blueberry slim life green tea)

- zero sugar/ diet juices: 5-10 cal a cup

- seltzer: 0 cal

- mio/ drink mixes: super easy to find 0-5 cal ones at any supermarket

hope this helps inspire u guys if ur stuck eating the same low cal stuff over and over 🫶🫶

[featherlitefaery]

Omg the brain demons were strong today and I had to eat (which sucks because I planned to fast today). This is what I had:

3 string cheese = 240 cals

2 Pouches of white albacore Tuna with a splash of Cholula hot sauce= 160 cals

1 can of Spucy Hot V8 = 60cals

Huge mug of green tea, 2 multi-vitamin, and 1 digestive enzyme = 0 (I don't count vitamin calories except when they are oil based)

Total calories consumed: 460

Total protein: 62g

Total carbs: 17g

Total fats: 19g

I feel so full now and the brain demons have shut up. Now to get through the rest of the day without eating or snacking.

[kylielopo]

This picture of the MSU music building from an MSU magazine I found in my house has rhythm in its windows. They are evenly spaced and they are also the same shape.

This is an example of how typographic hierarchy is used to relay info. It is important that with medication it is taken the right way so it can be affective and also so that not too much or the wrong kind is taken. In this example the type of medicine 'stomach relief' is listed the biggest and at the top so the user knows what they are taking, then other info like the active ingredient, strength and purpose is listed beneath it.

The Biscoff logo has ascenders in the F's. The ascender is the part that extends above the X height of the font.

This Dr. Pepper container has descenders in the 2 p's in pepper. It is a descender because the letters extend below the X height.

This bottle of V8 has counters in the p and the a of the word splash. There's also counters in the o, p, a, e, and d in the words tropical blend.

There are cross bars in the letter H's in the 'High Noon' logo. There are also crossbars in the a's in all of the fruit names.

I think that the font that Captain Morgan is written in has a big X height. The ascenders and descenders are vert short in relation to the rest of the letter.

The Shea Moisture logo has a small x height. The ascenders and descenders are very long and exaggerated compared to the rest of the letter.

I think this bottle of wine has a very modern feel to it. The font is a bold, sans-serif font which I feel like a lot of companies transitioned to once Helvetica was introduced. The text is also straight across with no curves and right angles and straight lines I fell are two elements that make up a modern look as well.

This coffee is saying that it has coffee but it is also saying that it is smooth coffee. The distinguished-looking gentlemen in the bottom corner only look like they would drink good coffee, so it makes sense that they would be sipping the exceptionally smooth Trader Joe's coffee. The word 'joe' at the top of the logo ties into the Trader Joe's brand name as well as the fact that that is a synonym for coffee.

[chefmander]

Taco Bell Rice

2 Cups rice

2 1/2 Cups water

Dash paprika

Tad cayenne pepper (optional)

3-4 TBSP Taco seasoning

1 tsp garlic powder

1 1/2 tsp chicken bullion

1 tsp onion powder

1-2 TBSP butter 

Splash tomato sauce/V8 (optional)

Use rice cooker! Cannot be cooked in instant pot.

Add all ingredients except butter, stir until clumps dissolve. Start rice cooker. 

Add butter at end of cooking.

[seraphjewel]

(1) Three ships: U. S. S. Enterprise, The Blue Whale, and The Jackdaw

* but more seriously: Seifer Almasy/Selphie Tilmitt, Commander Shepard/Kaidan Alenko, and Jason Kolchek/Salim Othman

(2) First ever ship: pretty sure it was Rydia/Edge from Final Fantasy IV, or maybe Crono/Marle from Chrono Trigger

(3) Last Song: Last song on the radio was Christian music. Last song playing in my head was “I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers. I don't know why, it just popped in my head while answering these questions

(4) Last Film: Last film I watched in the theater was “A Haunting in Venice”. Last film I watched at home was “The Glass Onion”.

(5) Currently reading: I just started “The Last Love Note” by Emma Grey. Also re-reading “Rilla of Ingleside” by L. M. Montgomery, and I started an audiobook version of “Murder is Binding” by Lorna Barrett. Yes, I can read more than one book at the same time.

(6) Currently Watching: I was watching the One Piece anime but had to take a break from it and am now watching the Junior Bake Off

(7) Currently consuming: I ate a Hot Pocket and two slices of bread for dinner, then drank some V8 Splash

(8) Currently craving: If I didn't drink that V8 Splash, I would be craving something sweet

9 People You Would Like to Know Better

Tagged by @burana006 and @tastethesetears thank you so much!!

(1) Three ships: newmann, ineffable husbands and thasmine

(2) First ever ship: johnlock

(3) Last Song: venus flytrap - MARINA

(4) Last Film: rewatched the fellowship of the ring with friends last weekend, it was a ton of fun!

(5) Currently reading: re-reading the song of Achilles for my bookclub

(6) Currently Watching: i am following the new seasons of our flag means death and the great british bakeoff as they come out. I am also watching dimension 20's a crown of candy for the first time.

(7) Currently consuming: i am in a café drinking hibiscus and raspberry kombucha and eating a blueberry muffin

(8) Currently craving: not much, i am pretty contented at the moment 😊

Tagging: @jtownraindancer @aarontheory @trademarkhubris @moth-rolls-some-dice @daisytrails @trashlord-watson @princessegrenouille @shinybrandon and anyone who would like to do it!

[t-top-apologist]

To some, bent pushrods are a disaster, or-- in the layman’s terms-- “an unfortunate inconvenience that isn’t really that hard to fix in any Big or Small block Chevy but with the contextual details regarding exactly how many workbenches could’ve been filled by the tools you’ve thrown that afternoon before actually figuring out the issue, a pretty big deal emotionally if not practically.”

Of course to some, this minor inconvenience (including several interfaith religious conversions per afternoon, depending which denomination seems to be answering mechanical prayers at the moment) is not worth the benefits of the mighty American pushrod V8 (Yelling “Pushrod! Vee Aight!” at Ford guys when they bring up the Coyote). I am not one of those people.

Where some normal person out there might crow about lesser engines, citing overhead cams and timing belts that snap in half to provide impetus for a piston and valve meet-cute, I know better. Overhead cams? Ridiculous! Overhead VALVES are much too new already. Don’t put the proverbial cart before the proverbial Haynes manual.

Something minor like a catastrophic timing misalignment barely phases me. All it really requires is some griping at my instructional manual over proper valve adjustments, enough sweat to rust out the front subframe, and a move that involves crouching atop the engine that I like to call “gargoyling the carburetor.” What’s that? You’re sending your engine to a specialty builder because, and I quote, your “valves have been folded in half?” The closest I get to that sort of trouble is plying a 43 year old electrical contractor with beer on his afternoon off so that I can argue with him about what constitutes “close enough” for top dead center before I slot in these pushrods with my eyes closed.

Not that there aren’t trials and tribulations. Gargoyling the carb is hard work after all. And should you bring in your own middle aged electrical contractor to consult on the state of your OHV masterpiece, beware that he will naturally comment on the length of your hair in relation to ease of eyesight when working on said engine. Of course that hair doesn’t matter either, as you’ll naturally find other impediments to your sight like rust, tears directed at God, and industrial solvents splashed back into your face or just simply sprayed with the nozzle pointing the wrong direction. 

Perhaps the Pushrod V8 doesn’t seem worth it. I understand where you’re coming from, or at least my hip flexors do every time I crouch like the caped crusader guarding my Rochester 2-barrel. But consider this: where else will you feel the triumph of pulling a pushrod to reveal the hydraulic lifter below it crumpled like a tin can and be able to say, with victory in your voice, “well there’s your problem!” The euphoria is palpable.

[kob131]

RWBY V8 E3 Thoughts

-Yeah that tube ride would be rather rough.

- That delivery from Blake is...kind off off from her.

- That’s...uh, Nora doesn’t yell her justifications.

- That Penny direction thing was weird. Nice visuals though

- An elevator? I guess it does show the unease of the military grunts though...

- Nora what the hell?

- Central Command huh? Give it to Ironwood: good way to keep out intruders.

- ... Okay that explanation of Ruby’s semblance doesn’t make sense (i.e. Ruby breaks herself down on a molecular level to move fast). Even ignoring how a key component of Ruby’s fighting is using her semblance to create velocity (which I would assume would be KILLED at the reconstruction step, In Volume 3 Episode 8 Ruby was KICKED out of the air by Mercury which shouldn’t be possible if Ruby moved like that.

- How would Ruby know that? Even as it still doesn’t really make sense.

- Yeah, I don’t think Watts is sympathetic at all here. He’s still being sarcastic, he shows no remorse or worry under Ironwood and even his voice acting is working against that.

-Good on Ironwood for making sure an alert was sounded. Also no, the ‘lethal force’ thing is still not enough to make him look evil.

-There’s a lot of unnecessary humor in this episode. Like, you could cut the food and drink joke down to just having the coffee being spilled and splashing the guy and get a similar if not better result.

- Oh it can’t be THAT bad, Ruby uses her semblance all the time!

- Nora, don’t get any ideas.

- Ready for wha-HOLY SHIT!

- Also apparently Penny doesn’t like doing this. Huh.

- Nice little moment from Weiss.

- The whole Nora talk is...weird. Like, she lists off the combat positives of the other group but...excludes Ren because of how he is acting? That isn’t really how the show normally does things, it’d be more like she lists them off and trails on the mention of Ren.

Then we awkwardly cut to her talking about their relationship and how she grew up with him to Blake of all people saying that she needs to discover herself (not even relating it back to her own relationship with Adam). At least Nora’s “I don’t really know who I am” ties into her always being attached to Ren but...this is really off.

- No Penny, you SHOULDN’T be on Amity. It’s YOUR choice.

- “We all need to do somethings...we’d rather not.”

*Meets the Ace Ops again*

Yeah, RWBY is not subtle.

- Weiss stop being cocky.

- Ruby, you REALLY need to be quiet here.

-Nice one, Ace Ops. Divide and conquer.

-Neat animation here and tactics from the Ace Ops.

- “4 Vs. 1? Cowards.” ... This episode is REALLY off.

- “But penny’s the Winter Maiden, she’ll be fine”

Uh Ruby? Cinder beat a more experienced Maiden 3 vs 1. Penny’s screwed.

- What did Penny flash? Pure energy?

- Yeah... should have done that sooner Marrow. Or had you beaten around more.

- Nora, what are you-

-... The fuck? Holy shit Nora.

- Watts, what’s in your head?

- They PULLED out Penny’s sword? ... Why didn’t the Bullheads in Episode 1 do that?

- So Penny conducts electricity huh?

- Penny, stay. It’s your damn choice.

- ...Watts is a well known hacker, he has access to the best tech in the world, he KNEW Pietro (I think) so he’d probably know how he codes-

... Fuck.

- This episode is REALLY off. Like, the characters felt more like their fandom stereotypes and it felt closer to ‘modern’ storytelling than the more classical style RWBY takes. What’s going on-

‘Written by Kiseri Burkhart’

.. Who wrote Episode 1? ... Kerry and Kiseri? And Episode 2? ... Miles?

Yeah...maybe watch Kiseri when on her own. This episode was...off.

[of-nodus-tollens]

Those Who Matter

Summary: Tony may not have the best childhood, but that does not mean he is without people who matter. (An AU look back at the people in Tony's life who made a difference).

Word Count: 5892 | Rating: General | Pairings: None | AO3

A/N: This is me getting back into fanfiction to deal. This was written a while ago but I’m starting to expand on it so posting on here to hopefully force me to type up four notebooks worth of stories. This is a self-indulgent fic - Lucy is my OC and my way of exploring the mcu. Not beta’d so apologies for grammatical errors.

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Tony was 4 when he believed achievements was the way to gain his father’s affection. So he built his first circuit board, using scraps from his father’s discarded pile. If he found the wires and mechanics were easier to comprehend than the nuances of human interaction, he was too young to understand it. The times Howard had taken the time to talk to him were about work and Captain America’s achievements, so Tony thought it was time he did something his father would be proud of… but Howard barely glanced at the complex mechanism before brushing Tony away, failing to see the heartbreak in his child’s eyes or the smoldering heap in the garden the day after.

~*~

The Starks’ were busy people unless you are a child, in which case you get left behind a lot. With his parents' absence, Tony found solace in the only adult who would listen to him - Jarvis. And it wasn’t because it was his job, as he seemed genuinely interested in what Tony said and does, helping him with his projects. Plus it helped that he treated him like an adult, despite offering him milk and cookies.

~*~

Tony was two months shy of his seventh birthday when he built a V8 motorbike engine. Impressed and awed, Jarvis helped him put together the outer body, painting it royal blue with gold accents. On the day of his birthday, Jarvis presented him with a helmet with matching colours and allowed him to ride it in the sizable driveway on the condition it is only to be used under his watchful eye and out of sight of his father, to which Tony readily agreed.

~*~

School had never been Tony’s strong suit, not because he’s not intelligent but because it bored him to tears. He was mouthy, proud, and wore his arrogance as an armour when the looks and whispers came his way. He’s different, his mind constantly on the run while everyone menders behind. It’s exhausting and lonely. So he talked to himself, to his work, to the familiar doorway as he is ushered out of his father’s presence, to the bland smile on his mother’s face… maybe someday, someone will talk back.

~*~

Maria Stark was not your conventional mother. Then again, the Starks are not your typical family. She’s a socialite who balances out her husband’s brashness and arrogance with politeness and diplomacy. And while the public was surprised by Howard’s move to settle, Maria was the partner he needed to keep him steadfast. The perfect wife, a struggling mother. She at least tries, even when she least wanted to and there’s no doubt she cares, asking after her son even as she wearily toes off her heels at the door. She listens but forgets, humming her response in lieu of answering questions and employed material possessions in place of emotional support.

~*~

Tony ran away from home when he was ten, having been told for the umpteenth time how useless and selfish he is by his father. A whisky bottle thrown in his general direction aided his decision. It wasn’t planned and he was hardly prepared, as evidenced by his lack of shoes but that was the last thing on his mind. He was certain he would not be missed when a car pulled up next to him on the dark, empty road. The passenger door popped open.

Aunt Peggy was one of the few people that Tony respected, so he clambered into the car while she waited silently behind the wheel. Tony waited expectantly for the lecture as she drove but it never came. Instead of home, she drove to a diner where the bright lights chased away the darkness. Aunt Peggy bought a banana split for him and a cup of coffee for herself. This was not what he expected, sitting in a rag-tag diner in the middle of the night, with muddied feet and blood-shot eyes.

“Stop staring, it’s unbecoming.”

Tony snapped his eyes away and started slowly into his ice-cream. Half-way through, Aunt Peggy helped herself to some too.

“Aren’t you going to yell at me?” Tony finally demanded.

Aunt Peggy raised an eyebrow, looking almost offended. “And what will that achieve?”

“Just tell me what I already know, that I’m a waste of time and space, that I’ll never be like Captain America and that I’ll amount to nothing.”

Aunt Peggy finished off her spoonful before setting down her spoon and dabbing her lips with a napkin. She planted her hands before her and fixed him with a hard look. “Anthony Edward Stark, I will only say this once so listen carefully. Just because your father is an idiot, does not mean you get to be one too. He may have many problems but you are not one of them, no matter what he says. Stand up and be brilliant. If you let people continue to tell you what you are, you will not get anywhere. We need to be our own heroes and not imprints of someone else. Do I make myself clear?”

Her expression left no room for argument. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Now it’s quite late. Let’s get you home.”

Once home, Aunt Peggy left Tony in Jarvis’ capable hands, turning down his proffered cup of England’s finest in favour of “business to attend to”. Sharp steps found its way to Howard's office, the snap of the door, then the dulcet tone of her voice echoed through the mansion.

“So yelling does help.” Tony quipped when Aunt Peggy stepped out of her father’s study an hour later.

“Only when the recipient does not listen,” she replied, smoothing down her blouse and entirely unruffled.

“Thank you, Aunt Peggy.” It was heartfelt and sincere. Tony ran off before Aunt Peggy can respond.

~*~

Lucy is a mass of black curls, sharp edges, perpetual scowls and invisible scars. She is the result of Howard’s past indiscretions, a secret hidden in plain sight, a responsibility shoved onto others as a form of goodwill, for the Jarvis’ had always wanted a child.

(Tony wondered if he would be in the same position if not for his mother).

He was sworn to secrecy - the family’s reputation and business on the line. If the request came from anyone but his mother, he was not sure he would have agreed. As it is, he was amazed he was allowed to spend part of his summer vacation with the Jarvis’.

His intentions were not entirely innocent - part curiosity and part vindictiveness at finding proof to put a hole in his father’s holier-than-thou image.

The Jarvis’ live on a ranch (Maria Stark’s family ranch to be exact), a dream of Ana’s since childhood, complete with horses and stables and more green space than Tony knew what to do with. But the Jarvis’ put him to good use, fixing equipment and improving the machinery. It was good to feel useful and appreciated as Ana fussed over him.

Unsurprisingly, Lucy resented his presence, going out of her way to stay out of his way. Admittedly, Tony might have laid on his Stark-ness a little thick, showing off in an effort to ensure he would not be another passerby. It never occurred to him that she would be jealous, not for being him or the fact that he’s a Stark, but of his relationship with the Jarvis’.

Tony has never hit a girl before but that was before Lucy tackled him and then they were brawling in the hay and god knows what else, fists and hay flying, the horses' protests adding to the cacophony of their incoherent yells.

It ended in a splash of cold water, both literally and metaphorically, when Tony saw Jarvis’ face and realised he may have failed one of the few people who cared about him.

They were separated and tended to - bruises and scratches and what will be an impressive shiner on Tony’s face. There was confusion and anger and disappointment too but… “You have never and will never fail me, Tony. I know your heart and that is what matters.”

Tony remained quiet, unsure if this comment would be whipped away at a moment’s notice or safe to use as a balm to soothe the cracks in his heart. But Jarvis’ hand on his shoulder told him this was his to keep.

There was a new calm in the air now the storm has passed. Tony wasn’t sure what was said to Lucy for she was now civil and her glares had dulled around the edges.

It probably helped that Tony has stopped pushing her buttons.

Howard showed up two weeks short of his stay. Things must not have gone well at the meet for he was particularly ferocious with Tony. It was nothing he hasn’t heard before, a tape played so frequently on repeat that Tony had it carved behind his eyelids. Maybe because it was the disruption to the peace that Tony had found here but he bit back, words of hurt and anger flung as weapons.

Lucy found him sitting on the barrels behind the barn, fuming at the open fields. She had a rifle slung across her back and another in her hands which she wordlessly held out to him.

Tony blinked. “Are we going to have a battle to the death?”

He was graced with an eye roll. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“If you’re going to be difficult, I’ve got better things to do.”

He jumped off the barrel with all the vitality of a 13-year-old and took the proffered weapon. She led him to the outer fields where cans lined a crooked fence before giving him a thorough drill on firearm safety and showing him the basics on operating the gun (filled with blanks of course). A quick demonstration showed off her prowess. Tony hit the fence and the air several times before he tagged his target with a satisfactory clang. He grinned.

“Not bad, kid.”

“I’m only 2 years younger than you.”

“Not bad, brat.” She took another can down. “But brats don’t deserve to be treated so poorly.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” A beer bottle flew backwards.

“That’s why we’re here, and why I’m probably going to have my head handed to me if we get found.”

“The Jarvis’... your parents, they’re cool.”

There was a pause in which Tony waited for Lucy to accept the olive branch he was offering - an apology and acknowledgement.

“They are. You’re welcome to borrow them once in a while, but you gotta return them at the end of the day.”

Tony smirked. “Deal.”

(They did get caught but Tony took full responsibility. They were let off the hook with full night duties and knowing looks.)

~*~

Having a nanny at 14 is still a sore point for Tony. Not only that, but she’s also a small-time thief, taking items from the household and snooping around, constantly trying to get into Howard’s study to no avail.

Even worse, Tony is now stuck with her for 3 days whilst his parents visit Germany on a business trip.

He was woken up on the second night by a tapping on his window and Lucy hanging off his window ledge.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, then “How did you get here?”

“Helping a lad in distress. I heard about your nanny troubles.”

Tony groaned. This is about as flattering as it can get. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Lucy had a plan. It took the rest of the night to set it up and half of the next day snooping around and ensuring Lucy wouldn’t be found (“I took a break from a sleepover. They were wasting perfectly good cucumbers.”)

The end result had the nanny screaming from the house, babbling something about ghosts and a haunted house.

Back inside the house, or more specifically, Howard’s study, an empty television crackled merrily, an illusion still in effect. Lucy peered out from her hiding spot on the balcony, while Tony sat on the floor in his ghostly apparition get-up, a big grin on his face.

(Tony denied all knowledge of what happened as his father questioned him, claiming he was in bed and yes, his study has always been locked and no, he has not seen any ghosts, there are no such things.)

~*~

MIT came knocking and Tony received an early acceptance into one of the most prestigious schools where his intelligence was appreciated by his peers, rather than scoffed at.

Still, he kept his guard up, learning from an early age that appearances are deceiving, The Stark name carried a certain grandeur and value, and with it jealousy and those who seek to use it for their own gain.

So he kept up an easy facade of sarcasm and humour, building his charisma and charm. He partied (and drank where he could) and still passed everything with flying colours.

~*~

Honestly, he should have learnt by now that his confidence will get him into trouble. Being the youngest and the smartest can rub people the wrong way, especially for those who enjoy a certain stature.

He had been attempting to keep his drinking to a minimum by keeping busy but there was only so much he can do before the emptiness around him spurs him out, lest he even tries to call home.

The local watering hole was never short of people and before he could change his mind, Tony was enveloped in a group that he pretty sure despised him. But it seems alcohol changes much of that as they pushed more and more drinks onto him until he started agreeing to the most obscene things like making a cocktail explosion.

If he weren’t so drunk, he would have felt the solid presence behind his back before the voice spoke. And even then, it was like a delayed transmission to his brain as he struggled to stop the room spinning.

“Kid, are you alright? Are these guys bothering you?”

“Not a kid,” Tony mumbled.

“If you’re here visiting someone, I can take you to them.”

Tony shook his head which was a very bad, not good idea.

“Dude, relax, he’s with us.” one of the guys laughed.

“He shouldn’t be here.”

The voice grew louder. “You want to know who shouldn’t be here? You and your kind.”

More words were traded and a scuffle ensued. Tony's inebriated mind processed everything in slow motion.

“Hey, back off!” It took a moment for Tony to realise that those words came from him and he was suddenly standing, but the ground refused to stay still.

(Decades later, during his best man’s speech, Rhodey will fondly recall the moment that a very drunk Tony knocked himself out in an attempt to defend him. But the way Tony remembers it, was that Rhodey had his back first.)

~*~

It seemed like the unlikeliest of friendships - the straight-laced duty-bound future colonel, with a smart-ass, crazy, rich playboy. But Rhodey never judged, he took Tony the way he is and went with it, occasionally steering him back in the relatively right direction.

And Tony found, between Rhodey and Lucy, school was actually quite enjoyable, if not for educational purposes.

~*~

Rhodey and Lucy’s initial meeting was far from ideal.

Living only an (in)convenient 10 minutes away from Tony at Tufts University, Lucy became Tony’s designated driver by default. He should not be drinking, of that everyone agrees but unless there is someone tethered to him, his actions were his own. So Lucy did the next best thing and made sure someone was there for him on the condition that nights like this only occurs once a month. More often than not, she would show up in her pyjamas, study notes in hand and Twizzler in mouth as she bundled Tony into her vehicle.

So after one of those nights in which Tony managed to convince Rhodey to take a break after midterms, Tony woke up to his head being blown apart by the scream of death. Apparently, opera is a very good form of torture.

“Turn it off! Turn it off!”

By the time the request was heeded, Tony was sure blood was leaking from his ears.

“It’s not, but given how I might not even pass my exam at this point, I may not be the best person to ask.”

How passive aggressive, Tony thought.

“You know you’re speaking out loud right? And I have full control of the music.”

Tony groaned, peeling one gummy eye open to see Lucy sitting cross-legged on the bed, chewing lazily upon her favourite confectinary, “Goose, have mercy.”

“Is this going to be a thing now? Having your honey bear tag along?”

“I’m not his honey bear,” Rhodey mumbled from beside him.

“I’ve got photographic evidence,” she sounded entirely too gleeful for Tony’s liking as she waved said evidence before him. Closer inspection of the Polaroid revealed him and Rhody entwined with one another on their current mattress.

“Looks like she’s outed us, honey buns.”

“I hate you,” Rhodey groaned, then directed his unfocused gaze to Lucy, “And I don’t know you but I hate you too.”

“Now that’s what you call gratitude. You guys better hope I pass this exam or this picture is going public.”

She nudged Tony with her foot on her way out. “Water and aspirin are on the bedside table and you better be gone before I get back. Apparently, I’m getting enough action on the rumour mill without adding another person to the mix.”

“Help me out here, I’m not sure whether I should be disgusted or pleased for you.”

The answering slam of the door was unnecessarily ferocious.

“You have the most wonderful friends, Stark.” Rhodey commented.

“Don’t be jealous. You’re still my favourite, platypus.”

~*~

Tony unveiled DUM-EE at the MIT Robot Design competition, his first limited-awareness artificial intelligent robot with the personality of a gambolling puppy, eager to help but damned if it does.

It almost strangles Rhodey in its attempt to help him with his tie and ends up spilling white wine on Lucy in its enthusiasm to get her a drink.

“It’s fine, I’ve had worse things spilt on me before,” Lucy said as she wiped herself down. “Besides, it was just trying to help.”

She blinked as DUM-EE’s singular claw wrapped around her wrist and tugged it up and down. “What’s it doing?”

“DUM-EE’s saying thank-you,” Tony translated.

“Aw, you’re cute,” Lucy patted the robot.

“Hey, no, it’s not meant to be cute,” Tony intervened.

“Especially after it tried to kill me,” Rhodey added.

"Well I think he's sweet," Lucy laughed as DUM-EE swung her wrist happily.

"You would," Tony grumbled good-naturally while Rhodey struggled with the knot his tie had turned into.

Almost everyone showed up, including Jarvis and Ana. Everyone that is except his parents. Tony really shouldn’t have expected any less, but it still stung, the childish part of him hoping to hear some sort of approval. He brushed away the tightness in his chest and focussed on the people there with him.

He won first place and he tried to feel happy about it.

~*~

“Build something of value before asking me to waste my time,” was his father’s response when Tony had the very bad idea to call home.

He then proceeded with an even worse idea of mixing alcohol with sleeping tablets, and the next thing he remembers is waking up to the steady beep of a machine and a red-eyed Lucy, looking both relieved and extremely pissed off.

“Have you been crying?” he asked, only it came out as more of a croak.

She did a quick preliminary check before being satisfied enough to say, “You are a complete shithead. Try that stunt again and I will kill you myself.”

Tony wanted to point out that the point of being a doctor is not to kill people, but Lucy had already stormed out.

“I ditto what she said,” Rhodey spoke from his spot in the corner, looking tired.

“Not fair,” Tony pouted, “I’m sick and need looking after, not to be ganged up on.”

Rhodey gave him a wane smile, “She’s a spitfire that one. No way will I be getting on her bad side. Almost came to blows with your old man.”

Tony was about to make a joke when the rest of the sentence registered, “Wait, what with my father?”

“Dropped some truth bombs.” Rhody looked sombre. “Not really my place to talk about it. Best to talk to her.”

Tony debated the best way to get the story out of Rhodes when his best friend got up and stretched, eyeing the doorway where a nurse is being waylaid by Jarvis. “Looks like visiting hour is over for us. You going to be okay, Tones?”

“I’ll be fine.”

Rhodey looked sceptical but clapped Tony on the shoulder, “I'll be around if you need anything.”

Jarvis came in after Rhodey’s departure, eyes sad as he took Tony in, straightening the cover out of habit as he took the seat next to him. “You gave everyone quite a scare.”

“Obviously, not everyone.”

Jarvis acknowledged that comment with a tilt of his head. “Your father was here while you were asleep but something unexpected came up.”

“Lucy.”

“Among other things.”

“I’m sorry, Jarvis,” Tony was not one to apologise easily or at all, having been told that it was a weakness by his father. But with Jarvis, he has lost count of the number of times he has apologised and yet, it always seems inadequate.

And without fail, Jarvis responds the same way, “You are forgiven, Master Tony,” and the shame in Tony deepens all the more.

“Just promise me you will cease this unhealthy behaviour. You will do well to remember that you have those who care about your well-being.”

“I know, Jarvis. I’ll try.”

Jarvis smiled kindly, “That’s all I ask.”

~*~

It seems the Stark men are not known for their timing. By the time Tony has completely stopped caring for what his father thought of him, Howard was trying to reach out to him, claiming there are things Tony needs to know, needs to be shown but Tony hardly cared for any of that now. It’s easier not to care than to open himself up to ridicule again. Never let people see how you really feel, wasn’t that another life lesson Howard imparted to him?

“You must hate him,” Tony stated.

It was Thanksgiving. Lucy had invited both him and Rhodey to the Jarvis’ where they had finished off an interesting Hungarian feast made by Ana and now sat around a bonfire, drinking hot chocolate and roasting marshmallows.

It was nice and homely and Tony wished this was how home is.

Lucy glanced in the direction Rhodey had gone to retrieve more refreshments. He may know about the family secret but it’s not something she is comfortable talking about, even with Tony.

“To be honest, I’m pretty indifferent to him bar a couple of things.”

“He abandoned you.” Tony pointed out.

“He did, and I think we can all agree it was a shitty thing to do, but look at what I received instead,” she gestured towards the house where they can see Jarvis and Ana dancing in the living room, unaware of their audience.

“I’m not a fan of his work and I hate the way he treats you,” she absently picks at the grass at her feet. “But Jarvis has always said that family is what you choose it to be, so you know…” she gave an offhand shrug.

Tony gave a sly smile. “Careful Goose, it almost sounds like you care.”

“I will Nerf you in the ass.”

“I’ll sic Rhodey on you.”

“I’m not your bodyguard.” Rhodey retorted, settling himself down with a pack of drinks.

“Then why do I have you around?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking that question?”

“You’re a glutton for punishment, we both are.” Lucy shook her head sadly.

“Here, here.” Rhodey’s bottle met hers with a clink of solidarity.

“Jarvis, I’m being ganged up on!” Tony protested, as his friends sniggered next to him.

~*~

Maria Stark was not unobservant to the divide between the two most important people in her life. The problem is she doesn’t know how to resolve it other than being the buffer; to keep the fire from spreading too widely. Tony appreciated the efforts, futile as they may be and he hated how it seem to hurt her.

“Talk to him,” she requested one day, eyes pleading in an attempt to salvage whatever moment they have left of Christmas, and Tony wished it was something as simple as him taking the first step… but it was always him and he was tired of being burnt.

“Have a good trip,” he said instead. “Love you, mum.”

Maria smiled sadly at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he turned away to avoid the look of disappointment in her eyes.

Afterwards, he only wished he walked through the fire instead.

~*~

He doesn’t remember much of the funeral, just a blur of white noise and touches from acquaintances and strangers. Rhodey was deployed somewhere (despite his best efforts to get back) and Lucy couldn’t attend for obvious reasons. Jarvis and Ana hovered close by and it was their presence which grounded him.

Lucy snuck into his room during the wake, where Tony had already retired to his bed, the tie long discarded, the buzz in his head refusing to go away. She laid down beside him, hand wrapped around his wrist. They watched the sun’s ray crawl across the ceiling until the darkness swallowed it whole and the noises faded away.

~*~

Tragedy followed in quick succession when Ana’s health took a turn for the worst and passed away shortly after. Jarvis followed in her wake. The doctors said it was old age, but those who know Jarvis understood it was from a broken heart.

The funeral was small and intimate, rather than crawling with corporate friends. Many were unsure how to approach Lucy, who is an unknown in their mind - present but unaccounted for. Instead, they offered their condolences to Tony, whose grief was hidden behind sunglasses and dulled by alcohol.

He was unsure how to offer comfort the way Lucy had to him - what does he say? What does he do? Why does he feel so inadequate? He drinks as he ponders each question until everything blurs away and the action becomes routine. There were missed calls and unopened letters and knocks on the door that goes unanswered.

That was until the day he was rudely woken up by a rush of ice water. By the time he had finished spluttering his indignation, a garbage bag was thrust into his face by a very unimpressed Peggy Carter.

Bags of accumulated bottles and cans were thrown out, surfaces wiped clean and the windows thrown open, chasing away the stench of a month’s worth of self-pity. By the time he stepped out of the shower, Tony was feeling somewhat human.

The strangest vision hit him when he followed his nose to the kitchen and found Aunt Peggy, regal and intimidating as ever in her older years, cooking him a full English breakfast.

“Stop gaping and eat.”

And eat he did. Tony was famished as he unashamedly polished off the contents of the plate in record time, no doubt demonstrating his ability as an adult to look after himself.

Silence descended when he settled his cutlery, waiting for the lecture that was sure to come. But Aunt Peggy continued to sip her tea as she perused the morning’s paper.

With a sense of deja vu and feeling very much twelve again, Tony said, “Aren’t you going to yell at me?”

“Would it help?” she turned a page. For all his mouthiness, Tony just shrugged.

“You know what is wrong with the picture here. This is to ensure you start fixing it,” she levelled him with a firm but kind gaze. “Grief should enhance your purpose, not dull it. Now, you would be glad to hear that short of kicking your door in, purely due to the distance I suspect, Colonel Rhodes has successfully filled your answering machine to capacity with some rather colourful messages. There are also some earlier letters from him, accompanied by some rather crude drawings, courtesy of Dr Ogden.”

Tony’s spirits lifted for the first time in a month, which must have shown on his face for Aunt Peggy said, “You are not without people who care about you, Anthony. It is not something to be taken lightly.”

“And before you ask,” Aunt Peggy went on. “Your privacy was invaded for security reasons. Your father made many enemies and they would find this an opportune moment not to be missed.”

“Actually, I was going to ask how you knew about Lucy,”

“I worked closely with your father for many years. Mr. Jarvis too, who was my ‘sidekick’ for a while. His words, not mine.” she added unnecessarily with a small smile. “He was my confidante and I his. So yes, I know about Lucy.”

Shame welled up in Tony as it occurred to him that he wasn’t the only person to have lost someone he cared for.

“All is not lost, Anthony. If you want to prove your father wrong, make your own mistakes, don’t tread in his footsteps. Stop living like a Neanderthal, mend your bridges, and use that intelligence under all that belligerence.”

~*~

Admittedly, Tony still had a lot to learn about mending bridges. Calling was a lot harder than apology gifts. Same with home visits. He just can’t seem to make that reach. Shame and fear continued to tighten his chest.

The decision was taken out of his hand when he received a phone call from Metro-General hospital. He arrived in a daze, positive that he had broken half a dozen traffic laws but uncaring in the least.

He was directed to a room where he was pulled up short by Rhodey’s presence, looking calm and collected. Approaching footsteps preceded a harried-looking Lucy, who took one look at the occupants of the room (eyes resting on Tony for a moment longer), glanced back down at the pager in her hand and asked, “How the hell is this a 911?”

Rhodey crossed the room and locked the door with a click. When he turned around, he had pulled himself to his full height and even without his dress uniform, his stance commanded authority and respect. It was impressive, if not at all imposing.

“You two are going to be quiet and let me talk because this has gone on for long enough.”

Lucy groaned. “I really don’t need another lecture.”

At Rhodey’s look, she sighed, lifted both hands in surrender and leaned back against the wall.

“I don’t know if this is a Stark family trait but you two should know better. You,” he pointed at Lucy, “need to stop running away. And you,” he turned to Tony, “need to stop throwing money at problems to make them disappear. You two need to talk and we’re not leaving here until you do because as emotionally stunted as you guys are, I’m not going to sit by and let this crash and burn.”

Tony was scrutinising Rhodey in what he thought was a subtle way, “You’re mad at me,” and the fact that he seemed resigned like it proved him right, made Rhodey’s chest hurt, even if he was pissed off. But he had to remind himself that Tony had spent his short life being proven he was a disappointment to the person who mattered the most to him and expected everyone to do the same.

“I’m upset,” he acknowledged and Tony nodded expectantly, “because you expect me to walk away and not care as if our friendship doesn’t matter. You’re an ass but you’re my ass and that won’t stop me from punching your face if you make a flippant remark right now because I don’t need it. You’ve made your feelings about me clear but I’ll be damned if you two sink too.”

It was more than Rhodey had expected to say but it’s out in the open. At least it won’t be a complete waste of his requested leave of duty.

“It does matter, Rhodey. Our friendship,” Tony clarified, hesitant and uncertain. “I’m just not so good with the whole - “ he gestured aimlessly.

“They’re called feelings, Tony.” Rhodey supplied, amused despite himself.

Tony made a face. “Is that what it is? Yuck.”

“Glad to see age hasn’t affected your maturity.”

“I’m a dick and that probably won’t change but I’ll try to do better,” Tony promised.

“Okay.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, "Okay?"

"Okay." Rhodey reaffirms.

A shrill beep interrupted the moment and they both turned to Lucy, who glanced at her pager before pocketing it. Somewhere between Tony and Rhodey’s heart to heart, she had deposited herself on the floor, cross-legged.

“Goose?”

She shook her head even as she avoided his gaze, “No, you don’t get to call me that anymore.”

“I tried to get in touch with you,” Tony thought of the time he hovered outside her apartment building, working up the courage to knock.

“She went AWOL.” Rhodey provided, tone non-accusatory, just a simple fact.

“I was travelling.” Lucy snapped. “Whose side are you on?”

“Just trying to mend bridges here,” Rhodey said calmly.

“You can only mend something if it was there to begin with.”

Ouch.

Glances were exchanged between the guys and Lucy’s ire grew to expand the hurt in her heart, the one she refused to acknowledge as she traversed unknown terrains in an effort to escape what she thought she knew. And as much of a genius as Tony is, it occurred to him he knew nothing at all if he only just realised what must have been going through Lucy’s mind. He crouched down before her.

“I’m sorry Luce, I didn’t mean to leave you. I just didn’t know how to help you the way you helped me.” I didn’t want to leave a damaged boy for you to look after.

There was a sniffle, “Goddamnit, Tony, I just needed you by my side. Not your money or your status, just you.” Her eyes were wet as she finally looked at him. “But you weren’t there even when I reached out. So yeah, I ran because it’s easier than being unwanted. And now you’re making me cry and you just really suck.”

Tony reached out tentatively to grasp her wrist, the way she use to comfort him. “I know I do and I know it’s a bit late to say this but you’re not unwanted. I’m here if you’re crazy enough to want me around and I promise I won’t leave, no matter how annoying you are.”

A wet laugh escapes Lucy. “I’ll hold you to that.”

(Later, Lucy would drag herself back to her shoebox apartment, eyes blurred with exhaustion and proceeded to throw herself onto the couch, only to scream with terror at the bodies that were already on there, as well as the box of cold pizza. The next morning found Tony and Rhodey with bright pink toenails - a sign their relationship has returned to normal.)

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🌻🐻Little profile🐻🌻

I was tagged by: @fussyballerina @fl-oralfawn

Name: mak (i don't put my full name on tumblr!)

Nickname(s): mak, lulla, my family calls me kk

Age: 20

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bisexual (i came to terms with this in the past 2 years after i was already in a long term relationship because i was confused as to why i thought girls were so so pretty and angelic and turns out i just like girls too, but i kinda discovered it too late)

Relationship Status: in it for the long run with my honey, but not engaged yet

Location: US (texas/NY)

Little/Middle/Other: age regressor with no specific age. I use a sippy or cute water bottle and talk like a 4 year old, but I'm not little for long periods of time typically. I think i half regress, bc i slip in and out fairly easily. I've only fully regressed twice where i was truly not in a mindset where i could make real choices and stuff.

Community/ies: none really, but cglre if anything bc i like having someone take care of me

Clubs/Daycares/Preschools: none anymore

Follower Count: around 2700 but im pretty sure only a tiny fraction of that actually sees my blog bc i don't get hardly that much interaction

Favorite Color: yellow and faded forest greeeen

Favorite Stuffie: i don't has a favorite hmm.. i mainly sleep with noona my BAB bunny, or benjamin bunny, with my pillow pet bunny Periwinkle next to my head and i hold its floppy ear.. and when im chillin i like to have my big-ish bear stuffie named gage in my lap bc he makes me feel cozy.

Favorite Little Activities: crafts, drawing, coloring, watching shows, playing games on my phone (i only play games on my phone when i feel smol) and my 3DS

Top 3 Little Shows: star vs the forces of evil, my melody, Pokemon indigo league/sun & moon

Top 3 Little Movies: tangled, brave, my neighbor totoro

Top 3 Little Books: the giant jam sandwich, little fur family (the book is brown and fuzzy on the front/back covers!!!) and magic jim (by diane redfield massie). All of these books are at my university library in the kids section in the basement and i check them out when i want them read to me(:

Top 3 Little Video Games: animal crossing, pokemon sun/ultra moon, and pakka pets which is on my phone but i dont have anymore videogames i play when im small besides the first two

Favorite Little Gear: my skiphop unicorn backpack, cute socks, overalls or cute pjs, regression journal, rapunzel stationary kit, snack containers and my sippies/water bottles

Favorite little drink: Sweet tea is my favorite drink overall!! But when I'm little i also love pink lemonade and v8 splash juice

Favorite little snack: this changes, but right now I'm loooooving cinnamon applesauce! I also like chocolate pudding, cheese cubes with wheat thins, and cut up fruit (red grapes, strawberries, peaches)

Favorite little meal: kiddie meals (especially from panda express and mcdonalds) and any big kid meal as long as it's a small serving at a time, and there's something from each food group^.^ including something sweet hehe. Applesauce counts

Favorite little dessert/Sweet: chocolate covered pretzelsssss

Favorite Memory: i don't have one. I like that my bestfriend and i made up dumb songs and dances in PE in 6th grade though, it was fun(: one was called "i cry everyday" even though we are both very happy and content people, and it was upbeat even though it was about crying. I think we made it up bc we are sensitive and cry under confrontation or frustration. Another one was called "noodles" bc our legs felt like noodles after having to do 40 squat jumps for taking a break to pee during the mile run.

One Year Goal: make it to my morning classes at university!

I tag: @joelaussie-co @littlepastelkhaleesi @starry-nightshade and anyone else who wants to do it, i wanna seeeee, just tag me!!

(I edited this to be my favorite little things because it is my little profile after all!💕)

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League Of Legends Rumble Champion Spotlight

MC: Deep down, I'm an RPG guy, having said that i play lots of everything. Not particularly efficient at any one though. The character that's what may help differentiate us from other streams, normally we're not 'PRO gamers'. You've seen Empty execute. He get's lost standing near the Bonfire [in Dark Souls]. Ashe's first ability is Frost Shot, which can be activated by toggling it well and about. When Frost Shot is on, most of Ashe's auto attacks will slow the enemy target for 2 seconds. Desires to give extremely helpful when an individual chasing (or kiting) along the enemy. Begin to only use Frost Shot when the attacking the enemy champions, and remember to turn it away if only attacking minions or monsters as it would likely drain your mana quite quickly. But I don't want anyone to misunderstand. If Warcraft cheats, it means they're doing something suitable. Blizzard has led the way with each and every game they have produced. StarCraft is still played worldwide. mua acc lmht is just like innovative as Warcraft a couple of. And World of Warcraft is legendary as far as MMORPG's are concerned. If anything, Warcraft 3 cheats off of itself, however in a good idea. Tonight another top League of Legends team is off to address in more or less match of your NESL. Team Counter Logic Gaming(CLG) often be facing off against Team LowELO. The match start off at 8PM EST(5PM PST)(8PM CST). The match will most definitely be streamed by Team CLG. I'm not sure what the queue up ultimately match will look like for Team CLG and Team LowELO. The two well known teams are Team SOLOMid and Team CLG, so look for anyone two teams to challenge each other for the biggest spot. This in fact is typically on the internet facet using the sport for new and mediocre people. Simply top people dominate the map. They actually do this by one) capturing all belonging to the creep buffs - consists of Golem, Lizard, and Baron Nashor likewise , as killing the Dragon for extra group gold and professionalism. Expert people use A regarding sight wards and vision wards in order to are capable of seeing the map and gank the opponents once they least suspect it. Moreover, you to help always specific each for the lanes on the map are becoming "pushed" to ensure the other group is encountered with a hard choice - to defend a turret or to battle inside a team struggle with. V8 vs Crs was the first match of your day had been won by Curse Gaming followed by V8 vs Sypher. Sypher won their match leaving the newest North American team from a tough spot of not advancing into the semi-finals being down 0-2. Sypher and Crs were 1-0 at this time. Yes, unique tank will finally be joining the League, and she's sporting quite the afro. Oh, wait a minute, this just in: the splash art has been changed. Leona no longer looks although she's stepped out of this light . of a wormhole stretching back towards the seventies.

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1: actually none

2: pb&j

3: markiplier imscared steam edition which i sometimes end up falling asleep to

4: i don't drink

5: magenta boots

6: lunchables, pizza, my mom's awesome stir-fry

7: according to my father, "wawa" for water

8: uhn??? i havent??? had??? job yet??? sadly???

9: house phone

10: sadly i do not

11: vibing inside as always

12: i dont eat bagels i know im uncultured

13: midnight snacks bc the "brunch for lunch" shit at school was absolutely terrible

14: my mom's pocket dragons mug

15: vanilla latte

16: "i'm feeling much better" (bacterial contamination by deino i think)

17: i literally have only ever drank earl grey tea and i honestly do not know

18: um

19: out of the dust by karen hesse, it's got angst, it's got poem style, it's guuuci to me

20: the only time i ever match my socks is when i wear my black-and-white checkered socks which i am not currently wearing bc they're in the wash so no

21: no but i want to

22: i honestly dont remember

23: thankfully no

24: never seen em

25: i like helping my mom do them

26: uuuUUUH v8 splash coconut pineapple aka pina colada juice

27: heccin fantasy and/or manga

28: needlepointing courtesy of my grandma

29: MASA WORKS DESIGN HE MAKES REALLY DARK SONGS BUT THEY'RE SUPER FUCKING CATCHY

30: fossils or historical objects

31: there is no outfit that i "don't get a chance to wear", mortal

32: sunset colored clouds

33: a birb

34: i have literally one piece of art taped up on the side of my desk next to two poorly cut out printed official art pictures, one of callie and the other of marie

35: smug dance on my back

36: uh

37: rivers for sure

38: U H

39: same as i always dress, oversized unus annus black sweatshirt and "sloppy" black pants

40: vibin on the couch

41: k n i v e s

42: And He Runs by blixemi, plus spicy calamari inkantation and the distortionist by ghost

43: aaaAAA

44: yes

45: "im in my mum's car broom broom"

46: w e f f l e s

47: caramel sauce, a metric fuckton of it

48: no its too squishy and it feels like eating a slug to me

49: mustache girl t-posing and glitching into the ceiling

50: sadly, not all gods can climb trees. i am one of them. however, i can levitate myself to the top if that counts :)

Quarantine Asks: Questions You Usually Wouldn’t Think of Asking But You’re Bored AF

Animated character that was your gay awakening?

Grilled cheese or PB&J?

What show/YouTube video(s) do you put on in the background when you when you don’t have anything to watch but you want something on?

Your go-to bar order, if you drink?

What’s your favorite pair of shoes that you own?

Top three cuisines?

What was your first word as a child (that wasn’t a variation of “Mom” or “Dad”)?

What’s a job that you’ve had that people might be surprised to find out you’ve had?

Look up. What’s directly across from you?

Do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general?

Preferred way to spend a rainy day?

What do you get on your bagels? What WOULD you get if you had access to anything you wanted?

Brunch or midnight snacks?

Favorite mug you own

What coffee drink would you describe yourself as?

Pick a song lyric to describe your current mood (and drop the name and artist!)

Fruity or herbal teas?

What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless?

That book you were forced to read for class but actually ended up enjoying?

Do you match your socks?

Have you ever been horseback riding?

What was your “phase” when you were younger? (i.e., Mythology Nerd, Horse Girl, Space Geek, etc)

Have you ever been to jail?

What’s your opinion on Lazy Susan’s (the spinning tray in the middle of tables)?

Puzzles?

You can only have one juice for the rest of your life, what is it?

What section do you immediately head for when you walk into a bookstore?

What’s one thing you’re trying to learn/relearn in your downtime right now?

Who’s your go-to musical artist when you’re feeling upbeat?

Where could someone find you in a museum?

What’s that one outfit in your closet you never get the chance to wear but want to?

Rainbows, stars, or sunset colored clouds?

If you could own any non-traditional pet (dogs, cats, fish, rodents, etc), what would it be?

Do you have more art on your walls or more photographs?

You have to get one meme tattooed on your body, what meme is it and where does it go?

Pick a superhero sidekick to hang out with

Lakes, rivers, or oceans?

Favorite mid-2000s song

How do you dress when you’re home alone?

Where do you sit in the living room (we all have a preferred spot, and you know it)?

Knives or swords?

A song you didn’t think you’d enjoy but ended up loving

Pick an old-school Disney Channel Original Movie

Are you a “Quote that relates to the photos” caption-er, an “explanation of where I took the photos” caption-er, or a no caption kinda person when you post pictures online?

Name a classic Vine

What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store?

How do you top your ice cream?

Do you like Jello?

What’s something that you don’t have a picture of that you wish you did?

How are you at climbing trees?

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AIAA LA-LV August 2020 Newsletter

AIAA LA-LV August 2020 Newsletter

August 2020 Newsletter – v8Download 1 A Science Armada Sets Sail for Mars in 2020 2 How to Effectively and Affordably Observeyour Complex System for Emerging Issues 3 NASA Astronauts Safely Splash Down afterFirst Commercial Crew Flight to Space Station 4 Dynetics to develop NASA’s ArtemisHuman Lunar Landing System 5 3D Print Your Own Dynetics’Human Landing System 6 Carnegie Mellon Robot, Art…

[nessanightray]

a .  age :  20. b .  birthplace :  sacramento, ca. c .  current  time :  1:45pm. d .  drink  you  had  last :  v8 splash fruit medley juice. e .  easiest  person(s)  to  talk  to :  asdfghjkl aj?? peach?? monique?? linds?? theres a few people--- f .  favorite  song(s) :  right now its ‘ feelings ‘ by h.ayley k.iyoko h .  horror  yes  or  horror  no :  horror yes. im actually so excited to go see the new in.sidious movie when it comes out next month. i .  in  love ? :  duh <3<3 j .  jealous  of  people :  its never a hatred kind of jealously--- its usually my envy of my friends with good relationships with their family/siblings, because i dont know what thats like. k .  killed  someone :  i should hope not. but ive gotten into some wicked fights before. l .  love  at  first  sight  or  should  i  walk  by  again ? :  im such a stupid romantic and i do believe in love at first sight. m.  middle  name(s) :  ‘ hope ‘  n .  number  of  siblings :  5? 2 younger half-siblings + 3 older half-siblings + 2 ‘ adopted siblings ‘  o .  one  wish :  that i can be happy in whatever i choose to do. q .  question  you’re  always  asked :  ??? uh? ‘can you do this for me?’ idk r .  reason(s)  to  smile :  my friends, my bf, my cat, my flower babies, my sister/almost twin’s husky puppy s .  song  you  sang  last :   ‘ sleep baby sleep ‘ by b.roods t .  top  3  fictional  characters : v.anessa nightray, c.ersei l.annister, to.ga h.imiko u .  underwear  &  color :  white lacy panties with blue feather pattern v .  vacation : going to england to be an anglophile and to see my love. w .  when’s  your  birthday :   july 31 x .  x - rays :  teeth x-rays??? ive had a ct scan of my head before when i thought i was gonna legit die this year bc doctors suspected a tumor was in my brain. y .  your  favorite  food :  mexican food, sushi, boba tea z .  zodiac  sign :  leo represent <3

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[skinnydumbbitch]

mistakes i made today

- the first thing i ate was beef jerky

- and a few shots of brandy (1), vodka (abt. 4-5) , and triple sec with some V8 splash (abt. 1-2)

- 11 chicken nuggets

- 6 peanutbutter cheese crackers

- a danish my mom brough home

This was all at once, and i consider this a binge. I started eating at around 2pm and stopped eating at around 4pm. The danish i ate at around 8 tho. This is basically a list f what not to do :(