#yoghourt

[cantate-domino]

Is the dish even good if there aren’t several cultures fighting over whose is the best/original ?

[cockworkangels]

i've been getting back into yoghourt lately

[helianskies]

i went to proofread a bit of fic, realised i'd spelt yoghurt wrong (british english) and then got slapped around the face by a word i have never before laid eyes on

[morosoro]

Me: literally just trying to type the word ‘Yogurt’ in the exact same way I’ve spelled and seen it spelled my entirety Canadian life

Google Docs: “No, no, no… it’s actually ‘Yoghourt’.”

Me:

[all-that-glitters-is-goldfish]

Found out at work today that people won’t use the one bathroom stall because it’s the stall I puke in and I’m like I’m sorry I have tummy problems 😭😭😭

[allfortheloveofdogs]

How to Make Homemade Coconut Yogurt Dog Treats - a Step-by-Step Guide

Dehydrating can be a little overwhelming when you’re just starting out.  There are a lot of variables including the moisture in the food, the slice or thickness of the food, your humidity and altitude, the temperature and several other variables.  However, it really is easier than it seems and it yields some delicious results. These treats have gained popularity among dog owners for their…

[indecisivetomato]

a very serious comic indeed

isn't it crazy that you can spell yoghurt/yogurt/yogourt/yoghourt in so many ways yet i'll end up misspelling it anyway-

[hamlets-ak]

ease the pain ༊*·˚

m.list ◦ askbox

synopsis: timothée taking care of you on your period

Your shoulder leaned against the doorframe. 

The room was gloomy, the only light that of the last sun rays, slipping between the crevices of half-closed shutters. Cicadas sang, not losing their rhythm, hidden on trees. It was a warm day, summer all over the air, with a cool breeze swimming inside, allowing you to breath. 

Timothée laid in bed, back touching the soft mattress, swimsuit still on, the taste of sea stained on his body. He wasn’t sleeping. He held one of your books close to his eyes, not really reading but too bored for anything else, as hand rested above his head, toying with pieces of hair, aimlessly pulling them back. His cheeks were sunburned and you couldn’t prevent yourself from smiling at the view of him with yoghourt spread all across the red areas.

« Good news, » you mumbled, Timothée looked at you on top of the book. « Just got my period. » A small smile grew on his lips. 

« And ? How are you feeling ? » You breathed out tilting your head on the bathroom door.

« Shit. » Tim let the book fall on his stomach and motioned for you to come closer. You fell on the bed beside him drained, already exhausted, your face fading.

« Come here, » he said and wrapped one arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to his chest. He pressed a kiss against your forehead, accidentally smudging your hair with yoghourt. « Shit, made you full of yoghourt. » You smiled through your discomfort, letting your hand touch his sternum for comfort. He grinned too by his helpless attempts to clean you up.

« You’re so clumsy, » you murmured and Tim chuckled. 

« Sorry, �� he said sheepishly. You left a kiss on his neck, hand gently brushing his skin, fingers following the line of his jaw, before raising your head a bit.

« How’s the sunburn going ? » His lips turned down into an exagerated frown, makng your lips curl up. « I can’t go swimming, you know. »

« It’s okay, we can stay. »

« You should go. » Timothée shook his head. « You wanted to go. »

« And leave you here ? I don’t wanna go without you, » he said softly, his mouth brushing your head, as fingers pulled back your hair. « Where would I go without you ? », he murmured.

You tried to hush out a painful moan, hands fumbling on your stomach, pressing the skin inside to move the pain on the exterior but nothing helped. The pain was strong, continuous and merciless. One arm draped across your eyes, feeling as if knives were jabbing at your insides. Timothée gasped.

« It hurts ? »

« You men are so lucky, » you mumbled. « You don’t have to deal with any of this shit. » He bit his lips, eyes at you.

« Do you want me to get you a doliprane ? » You nodded. « Okay, » he said, standing up, book slipping between you. You picked it in your hands, looking through the pages as he searched around. Your knees curled up to your chest to ease the pain. « Where you got them ? »

« In my bag, I think. » Tim moved to your stuff, finally finding the pack, and then headed to the kitchen to get you water.

« Hey, you got pads, tampons or… », you heard his voice closer to you. « I don’t know. Do you want me to go get some ? »

« Thanks, I’m good, » you said, tossing the book aside before taking the water and the pills.

« Are you sure ? I can go. It’s noth- » You shook your head. « Okay... » 

Tim left for to the bathroom to clean up his face. You could hear the water running and the tap opening and closing, while you laid on bed, staring at the ceiling. He then came back to you, hands all wet and without warning he ran them over your face and your forehead, making you smile. 

« Better ? », he asked with a grin, sitting down next to you.

« Yes, » you chuckled. He got your legs on top of him and looked at you, mouth pressed to the side, thinking.

« It’ll kick in, » Tim said, hand patting your legs sympathetically, and you breathed out while holding your stomach. « Do you want me to open the windows ? Let the air in. »

« Yes, » your head moved to the side, following him. Timothée opened the shutters, your eyes flinching at the sudden burst of light. He lingered momentarily, staring at the view outside before returning to you. « Come here. » He smiled and fell on the bed beside you.

You scooted closer, nestling your face in his chest. His embrace was warm and you could smell his natural scent as you closed your eyes with a smile.

Tim reached out and soothingly pushed the hair back from your forehead. He pressed a sweet kiss on top of your head and you leaned into his touch lethargically, slowly falling at the hug of Morpheus.

[wheeloffortune-design]

just read a fic where they mention grabbing tortellini from the cupboard and, maybe i'm ignorant but shouldn't they be stored in the fridge? i only know of meat and cheese tortellini, are there others?

this is the weirdest thing to get hung up about. yes it's 5h30 am and i'm standing in the dark kitchen eating yoghourt instead of going to sleep.

[invisiblesketches]

Bc I have been reminded that ppl eat savory things at breakfast:

And say where you're from cause I wanna see the cultures linked to these habits!!!!

And reblog for wider reach!!!

[merryfortune]

i want to marry that girl (marry her anyway)

Written for Femslash February & the Sweetheart Bingo by @sweetspicybingo

Day 3. Marry Me

Title: i want to marry that girl (marry her anyway)

Ship: Postureshipping | Asuka/Emi

Word Count: 

Universe: GX - Canon Compliant

Rating: 1,844

Tags: Age Difference, Student/Teacher Relationship, One-Sided Relationship, Unrequited Pining 

   Asuka understood that her teachers were humans like anyone else better than most of her peers did.

   A strange statement yes but not intended as an indictment on her friends and acquaintances. Their senses of empathy were just not yet as evolved as hers and thus still revolved around egocentric adolescence. They were getting better, though, Asuka had merely arrived at the destination first. 

   Not intended as a brag. Merely a statement. An observation.

   She saw how hard her teachers worked for them, even when they spat in their faces, slept during class, or otherwise rabble roused in or outside of the classroom. It was admirable. 

  Perhaps Chancellor Samejima detected that in Asuka - that admiration - and that was what had spurred him to reach out to her and advise her. He was a teacher with a scope so enormous, Asuka could hardly begin to describe his wisdom and so, she listened intently.

   She had the whole world at her feet.

   She would graduate soon and be welcome to step out into that big, wide world. Its size was terrifying. Asuka was but a speck in it and had no idea what to do with herself. She didn’t crave victory like Ryo nor did she have the stars aligned like Judai, she didn’t need to have the world chanting her name like Manjoume or Edo and so, she found herself at a loss.

   Of course, Asuka had good grades across the board but aside from Duel Monsters, she didn’t have a specific passion for literature, mathematics, or science. However, it was that broadness which made her ideal for a teaching position. 

   Cynical as it may, those who can’t, did in fact teach.

   Just look at Ayukawa Emi.

   She was the quintessential definition of the adage. Ayukawa-sensei had mentioned here and there. She had turned down modelling positions and acting in advertisements to teach because she felt that her brains were more her calling than her beauty. Asuka didn’t disagree, Ayukawa-sensei was her favourite and she wouldn’t appreciate her for her if she only knew her as “that lady in that one yoghourt” advertisement.

   Asuka had seen the extra mile Ayukawa-sensei went for the ladies dorm of Obelisk Blue firsthand. 

  When Asuka first arrived on Duel Academy Island, she felt clueless and naive but when she saw Ayukawa-sensei with her clipboard, that confusion turned to security. Her bright smile was so welcoming, she pointed Asuka in every direction she needed and more. 

   (A couple years later, Asuka would find herself echoing those exact words to her own underclassmen, thinking of her teacher with a flutter in her heart.)

   And afterwards, whenever Asuka had a worry - no matter how small, if it was school related or in regards to her social life - she always had a trusted ally in Ayukawa-sensei. She had literally seen it all. Thanks to her own high school experiences but what she had learned in the life after high school because yes, friendly reminder, it did in fact exist.

   She hosted ice-cream socials and slumber parties. She made sure everyone did exercises best suited to their body type or their goals. She was serious and no-nonsense when it came down to the hammer but outside of that, she was a joy to be around with a fun sense of humour. 

   Asuka had a whole scrapbook of memories to reminisce through when it came to Ayukawa Emi.

   Most good but some bad, too. Like with the early part of the ordeal involving Yubel.

   The silver lining in that particular situation was that Ayukawa-sensei’s heart of gold truly got to shine because of it. Her wide range of medical knowledge had been a huge difference maker when the school had gotten stranded in the Spirit World. She had done well to hold down the fort and patch up injuries until she literally couldn’t under Yubel’s influence.

   But afterwards, even though it wasn’t her fault, she had literally been possessed, Ayukawa-sensei still apologised for her actions. She didn’t assume her heroics from before made up for the hurt she had caused as one of the mobbed, zombie-like members of the cohort in the fugue state under Yubel’s influence. She didn’t have to do that but it was important to her integrity that she did. Asuka respected that.

   She always had, of course.

   It was these moments that Asuka held onto as she decided to solidify her life’s path. She wanted to be a teacher like her beloved Ayukawa Emi. Nurse, physician, physical education instruction, dorm leader. She really, truly was everything and she did it all with that gorgeous smile, too.

   No wonder Asuka had watched her from the students’ pews in the lecture hall long enough for purely mentoral admiration to turn into a crush.

   It was hard saying goodbye… but Asuka didn’t want to. Or at least not like she was meant to. 

   For the past three years, Asuka had found herself contending with a rather inappropriate crush. She would be the first to admit it but only to herself. Because of all those things like the age gap and the power imbalance, Asuka was terrified to talk openly about it. 

   She mentioned it in passing to her brother, vying to be told to knock it off yet wanting to be validated by the same token. It was confusing and contradictory because that’s what matters of the heart tended to be like. And, annoyingly, Fubuki did consider himself to be a “love doctor”. Whatever that meant.

    So, for better or for worse, he knew more about these sorts of things than her but he encouraged it. Likely only because he only knew about the lesbian aspect of it. He probably wouldn’t be so gungho about encouraging her if he knew that the girl that Asuka had her eyes on wasn’t a girl but rather a woman.

   Either way, Fubuki did remind Asuka, she did have a box of costume jewellery in her room. Odds and ends, knicks and knacks that had been collected over the years from various female family members. Though, she wasn’t much of a jewellery person, maybe her mystery lover was.

   Looking through that box, after Fubuki left, Asuka did find something. It wasn’t satisfactory but maybe it would be good enough. It was only costume jewellery to people whose families weren’t so endowed with wealth like theirs were. 

   Something to think about and Asuka did way too much of it. She wrote scripts and speeches in her head. She mulled over the pros and cons. All of it leading to the realistic outcome that confessing might rid Asuka of these feelings.

   So now, at the culmination of these past three years with her crush, Asuka decided to act on it. 

   “Ayukawa-sensei, can I speak with you?” Asuka asked. “One last time before I graduate. I… I have something I need to get off my chest.”

   Ayukawa-sensei flashed her one of her trademark, beauty queen smiles, “Of course, Asuka, anytime.”

   “Thank you.” Asuka said.

   “Oh and Asuka?”

   “Yes.”

   “Please, call me Emi. You aren’t going to be my student for much longer.”

   She giggled impishly and reluctantly, Asuka adjusted. She had been reminded once or twice before, this was Ayukawa-sensei- no, Emi’s way of trying to instil that Asuka, and her third year peers, were going to be adults soon. And so, she wanted to elevate them.

   Regardless, Ayukawa-sensei or Emi, Asuka felt her heart tremble in her chest. They excused themselves from the rest of the dorm, Emi took her somewhere private: the dorm office. It doubled as a guidance counsellor's because duh. That was a part of Emi’s duties as Ayukawa-sensei’s, too. Not just for the Obelisk Blue Dorm but for anyone who needed it.

   “Do you want to sit down?” Emi asked, gesturing to the chair on the student’s side of the desk: a heavy, four-legged thing which made Asuka all too aware of the imbalance between them.

   “No, I’m right, it should only be quick.” Asuka said.

   “Oh, okay, then.” Emi said and she awkwardly hovered by the corner of her desk. She had clearly been expecting a sit-down conversation.

   But with the nerves Asuka felt, her own legs felt wooden. Her heart raced in her chest and as Asuka gathered her thoughts, she must have taken too long. Her silence turned into a pregnant pause.

   “Whenever you're ready, I’m listening.” Emi added softly. 

  Asuka placed her hand on it, her fingers curled in against the grain as she took a deep breath. She lifted her head and her hand in one swift motion. Her eyes gleamed with determination.

   “I want you to wait for me.” Asuka announced and in a quick motion, she took Emi’s hands. They were baby soft and smelled vaguely of cucumber-melon lotion. Asuka gave them a firm squeeze as she looked Emi directly in the eyes. “I want to marry you.”

   “P-Pardon?” Emi exclaimed.

   Her eyes… How they looked, how they wavered, the way Emi was stricken with panic ever so quickly, it broke Asuka’s heart. She loosened up her grip on Emi but did not fully let go.

   “I want to be a teacher like you. I want us to be teachers together, one day, but I want to wait for you as well. I - I have had feelings for you for so long so please. Will you give me a chance?” Asuka asked. 

   “I -  I can’t, Tenjoin-kun-” 

   The switch from her name to her family name, it wounded Asuka. It was a salient reminder. She was not special. She had merely misunderstood. Those moments one-on-one they had shared prior, they had meant the world to Asuka but here merely one of many to Ayukawa-sensei.

   “Please, Emi.” Asuka tried once more, her heart fit to her break as her eyes welled up with tears. “I even have a ring.”

   Ayukawa-sensei pulled her hands away from within Asuka’s. She could feel Ayukawa-sensei’s skin crawl within the milliseconds long sensation of the rejection.

   And the hesitation. 

   “I can’t stop you from waiting.” she said. “But I won’t wait for you.”

   “I… I see, thank you, Ayukawa-sensei.” Asuka said and she stood back.

   Emi collapsed into her chair. Seemingly thankful to be away from Asuka but she hid the majority of her face in the seat of her palm. She sighed hard. Thoughtful. Maybe even hateful. Either hateful or shameful. 

   Asuka produced that ring she had mentioned. It was silver with a bead of glass which so closely resembled a garnet it could have been mistaken as such.

   “I’ll keep it.” Asuka said, alleviating some of the tension. She fiddled with it awkwardly, trying to shove it down the correct finger with haste.

   “Become a good teacher, Tenjoin-kun.” Emi said, taking her hand off her mouth.

   “I will try my best.” Asuka confirmed and she bowed. “Thank you for hearing me out, Ayukawa-sensei.” With her hands placed in front of her, her ring gleamed against the blue of her schoolgirl skirt, up until her hair flopped forward to hide both it and her face.

[averixus]

thanks for playing google but in fact no-one in the history of britain has ever spelled it "yoghourt"

[gayofficial]

big yoghourt

[all-that-glitters-is-goldfish]

I don't know, not Morgan, would he?

Let's ask actual Morgan

this is literally Friday nights for Larys and I

[the-fiction-witch]

Donut

Media Love Actually Age Up

Character Sam

Couple Sam X Reader

Rating flirty

Concept Worth it

"Hey y/n" I smiled as I arrived back to the apartment seeing her sat at the table doing her puzzle 

"Hey Sam," she smiled "ooohh what you got there?" She asks glancing to what I had In my hand

"Donuts. From fabulously fried"

"Ooooohhh what did you get?" 

"I got a a grape escape, that's grape jelly with tango grape inside and purple frosting with grape popping candy. I got a lunch pail, that's a square donut with peanut butter and jelly inside, strawberry yoghourt glaze and goldfish crackers on top, down with the ship which is a ring donut with captain crush on it, island in the sun which is pineapple and coconut jelly with edible sand on top and then two of their brand new cookie madness" I explained showing her my now mostly empty rainbow box 

"How on earth did you eat all those?"

"I did have luke helping me"

"You are gonna sugar crash so hard"

"I know. But their donuts are work it"

"How's the new cookie madness?"

"It's amazing! It's a blue donut full of cookie dough and the top had whipped blue frosting and cookie crumbles" I explained 'o got two so I could have one for desert tonight"

"...I've really wanted to try the new donut. And I love cookies" she says "just can't be asked to Que"

"Yeah I pre-ordered on my phone but I still had to wait in the line for like forty five minutes" I told her 

"Ummm okay" she shrugs returning to her puzzle so I began to head to the kitchen "donut does sound good though. I'd suck a dick for a donut right now" she says in her usual absentminded way 

I glanced down at my one leftover donut for a moment contemplating… well everything. 

I considered all things from the smallest of insects to the vastness of the cosmos, questioning the matter of all things in the known universe.

Was all my time.

All my effort.

All my anticipating.

Really worth being thrown away… for a blow job?

"You okay Sam?' she giggled

"Shhh"

"Wha- did you shh me!"

"Shhh. I'm questioning my existence" 

"Uuuhh okay" 

"I accept your proposal"

"My what?"

"Donut" I smiled putting it on a little plate Nd sitting it on the table for her 

"Awwww Sam that's so sweet of you"

"Now you may uphold your end of the agreement" I smiled sitting on the sofa and opening my legs "proceed"

"Sam I was being sarcastic" 

"Oh." I sighed 

"Fine" she rolled her eyes "you have to have a shower first though'

"Okay!" I smiled bolting up and into the bathroom.

[tsunflowers]

frozen yoghourt?