#not easy to bring you

[front-facing-pokemon]

[crabussy]

hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?

[catmask]

with that said there are characters that a fat maybe not canonically but they are spiritually. to me. they may not be drawn that way but i know whats true. ive seen it like a sort of prophet

[inkskinned]

today i love the red metal crane in her long neck arching her body over the boston skyline, which means i am okay for a moment. when i am unwell, everything is a little ugly. i always tell myself look for the beauty but when it is bad, i will look at birds and sunsets and little ducklings and feel absolutely nothing.

when my brother got his puppy, i was in a deep depression. what kind of monster isn't affected by a puppy. i was gentle and kind to her - i just didn't have an emotional reaction. she's five now and i feel like i spend all of our interactions apologizing to her - i don't know why. i just didn't feel anything. how embarrassing. i feel like if i admit that, i'll seem cruel and jaded. it comes in waves. like, two months ago when i went out into the world - it was like that. life behind a pane of stormglass. a firework could go off over your head - nothing. like dead skin, no reaction. not to ice cream or rainbows or baby chickens. life foggy and uninteresting.

i love goslings again. i love their little webbed feet splayed over grass. i love good food and live music and long walks. i like puppies. i feel like some kind of my soul has been starved - i keep staring at everything with wide eyes, trying to burrow the sensation into my stomach. it's real. beauty is real. when it's bad again, remember this. i stop and smell the flowers, feeling cliche in the moment. i like the white-to-red ombre of my neighbor's roses. i like colorcoding and yoga and cold drinks. i try to pass my hands over every moment, feeling like i'm squeezing joy out of every instant. remember this. for the love of god, it's real - just remember this.

[wavetapper]

rb this and tag your favourite soundtracks! they can be anything like games or movies or shows or whatever i wanna know what the best ones are 👀

[thepioden]

Brussels Sprouts That Fuck Like Hell

Hardware

Baking sheet

Parchment

Mixing bowl

Software

1 - 1.5 lbs. Brussels Sprouts

4 oz. bacon (about 4 or 5 strips)

1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil

3 tbsp. brown sugar

2 tbsp. balsamic vinegar

2 tsp. kosher salt

1/2 tsp. ground mustard

1/2 tsp. black pepper, or to taste

Procedure

Preheat oven to 425F and line baking sheet with parchment.

Trim the stems of the sprouts and cut them in half lengthwise. Keep any leaves that fall off.

In the mixing bowl, toss sprouts and loose leaves with olive oil, vinegar, salt, pepper, sugar, and mustard powder until sprouts are evenly coated.

Dice bacon into ~1/2 inch bits.

Spread sprouts in a single layer on the parchment lined baking sheet, cut-side-down. Drizzle with any remaining dressing.

Sprinkle diced bacon over the top so it's evenly distributed across the sprouts.

Bake uncovered for 20-25 minutes, or until bacon is crispy.

Optional:

Toss some chopped walnuts or pecans in with the sprouts

Crumble some goat cheese over the sprouts when they come out of the oven

Add a drizzle of fresh lemon juice for a little brightness

Use maple syrup in lieu of brown sugar

Okay stop boiling your tiny cabbages they're nicer roasted okay I love you all mwah mwah

[s0fter-sin]

something people just don’t think about is how often chronically ill and disabled people just don’t have access to good food. not healthy food, good food; well made, tasty meals that don’t come from a jar or a freezer. how many of us are housebound or can’t drive? delivery services only offer within certain distances, if you live outside a city they aren’t an option. many people don’t have the energy or ability to cook for themselves if they have the skill to begin with. many certainly don’t have the ability to learn how. it’s something that goes completely unnoticed, just the opportunity to have a good meal and how much that wears you down

[aprito]

sos month 2024 day 2: once upon a time

two people who are sick of their current circumstances and crave the other's world but it's kind of hard when you need that other to make it happen!!

one can only hope they figure it out

[agnesandhilda]

watched conclave last night and then read the wikipedia entry for the book and now I'm wondering about the category ten shitstorm that a publicly intersex pope would cause

[unnonexistence]

hermann thoughts: if i discredit newton and his approach enough, the martial won't give him the equipment for his kaiju drift, and i can protect him from himself. if he despises me for it, so be it. there is little i wouldn't sacrifice to see him safe.

newt thoughts: this is a Best Science competition and i have to Win

[stinkythehutt]

also. something about palpatine being so adept at seeing into the future that all of his successes feel completely joyless by the time he achieves them because he’s just going through the motions… how fucked up and nihilistic and brutal that would make you…

[respectfullytrash]

[bondilluns]

FRANK IT UP!!!!!!!

my commissions are open if you want to see your fav mcr pic drawn in my style!! ^^

[ID: A digital painting of Frank Iero in 2007, during projekt revolution. He's sitting on the floor and playing guitar. The instrument covers half his face, and only one eye is visible. He's looking up, frowning, in a way that resembles The Fallen Angel by Cabanel. End ID.]

[hellamorte]

do you ever think about how lucanis keeps losing and losing and losing — his entire life? losing his parents, losing his childhood because of the crow training, losing his freedom, his sleep, and one year of his life due to imprisonment. then the maker smiles upon him, and he's discovering something good (rook, the veilguard team, purpose), acquiring something back (his family, his life, his freedom, his job, his city), finding some peace in mundane things (coffee, cooking, taking care of others). it feels like the scales are finally moving, balancing — only for him to lose again. he loses caterina, he can lose his city to blight, he loses at weisshaupt, he loses grip on himself (thanks to spite), he loses control — he loses himself, piece by piece. rook can help lighten the load on his chest (thanks to spite), he gets caterina back, and breathing feels a little bit easier. but loss is not done with him. he loses illario, and it feels like losing a limb, a large piece of himself violently torn away. he's visibly shaken, but no one truly knows what it takes to string the assorted pieces of himself together and keep functioning. and then loss deals what seems like the final blow: some of his friends are dead or lost, and rook is gone, too. he failed; he only knows death, doesn't he? life only takes, and takes, and takes, giving only to tease and take it back. at that moment, he's falling apart completely — until they find rook, and there's a sliver of hope once again. the scales are moving, the team wins, they eventually go back to their lives — and that's when he realizes that the final blow is the life as the first talon.

[psink]

A count of all the times Christmas happened:

1. Chapter 33

2. Chapter 80

3. Chapter 129

3.5. Chapters 178 and 225/226 show the New Years' but Christmases were skipped

4. Mission 22 from the 3ds game

5. Event 11 of psi battle

[boughclan-clangen]

moon 0, page 7

>air thick with dread.

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