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vox-anglosphere · 1 year
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Store by store, we can all do our part to boost the British economy!
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grandplazakensington · 8 months
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Explore London with ease at Park City Grand Plaza. Use Oyster Cards, visit top attractions, savor diverse cuisine, and stay weather-ready while experiencing the best of British hospitality.
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immersetravel · 10 months
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My Favourite Foods from Abroad
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esli-art · 1 year
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Happy International Asexuality Day!! 🖤♠️🩶💜
April 6th, 2023
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nerdpoe · 1 month
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Danny's really, really good at making peanut butter fudge.
Not even Jack can make it better than him.
So when Kord Industries very own Ted Kord himself comes by to look over the weird stuff the Fenton's make, his parents go just shy of begging him to make that fudge.
Mr. Kord very enthusiastically chows away at it, and while Jack and Maddie go downstairs to get more inventions, asks Danny how he perfected the recipe.
Danny answers honestly.
"Well, the only edible things in the house for a lot of the time are peanut butter and maple syrup. I learned to work with what I had."
He's pretty proud of it, but doesn't really get why Jazz turned red or why Mr. Kord got pale.
for those who do not know, Ted Kord is Blue Beetle before Jaime.
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lazycranberrydoodles · 6 months
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english translation book 5 baby we are in the ‘people assuming kid form hua cheng is xie lian’s son’ era 🔥🔥🔥 / follow for more hualian silliness
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puppetmaster13u · 2 months
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Prompt 237
“Wait, so, Captain Marvel is like, three?” 
Said hero pauses as he nearly passes by a cracked door, creeping slightly closer despite it being more than a little rude to eavesdrop. All of the gods were insistent, which he could say no to, but Billy was giving him the equivalent of puppy eyes, which they all knew he was weak to. 
He? They? Marvel was technically an amalgamation of the past champions, currently split between six beings, though nowhere near equally. Billy was and would be the chosen champion- pure of heart to be able to resist the Gods’ bullshit- but he had chosen a team himself, which honestly Marvel approved. 
“What the fuck do you mean by that, Hal?” 
He didn’t move from the corner, head tilting slightly at Green Lantern’s and Green Arrow’s words. Billy, not physically there, not really, wiggled down from his shoulder, passing through the wall like a ghost invisible to all but him. 
Well, him and the Gods, but Mercury’s words were muffled, nearly silenced by Solomon at the moment, so he was probably attempting to wax poetic about Flash again in a way that little ears shouldn’t hear. 
“I mean, Marvel mentioned he was created three years ago, right?” 
Ah. Marvel had meant that the newest Champion had been chosen, but well, he supposed that the team didn’t have all the information, as Solomon pointed out. And he was pretty sure that Billy was mostly in control at that point- it could get confusing with the hive-mind but not-hive-mind. It was hard to explain to those not apart of it. 
But they had to go now, Fawcett called, and it wasn’t like Billy could leave it for long. Chances were nothing would come from this anyway. 
Why does this feel like the intervention videos Billy showed them all. 
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fieriframes · 17 days
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[I don't like food.]
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edoro · 2 years
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all of the “Hunter has to get a customer service job” posts are hilarious and i love them so please don’t think this is me trying to shit on the concept, i treasure each and every one of them i see, but
real talk? i think Hunter would end up in for real actual human prison if he had to work retail or food service.
Hunter is a former child soldier. Hunter was a high-ranking government official in a dictatorship. the right-hand man to a tyrant who ruled through fear and violence. he spent a chunk of his teens with authority second only to the literal emperor.
the very second that some lady tries to scream at him for not letting her wear new shoes out of the store to her car or someone gets snippy with him for not returning their 3 year old blender or a dude throws a fit because he said “no pickles” but what he meant was “extra pickles, hold the mayo”? Hunter is going to vault over the counter and put them in a headlock.
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t00thpasteface · 3 months
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yeah yeah boomers don't get M*A*S*H, but gen-Xers watch that show with their third eye wide open
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inkskinned · 2 years
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i turn 29 on july 1st. i feel like i make a lot of these notes to myself, to check in. hi, me, here's what's happening.
hi, me. hi, you, too, if you keep reading. here's some rules i have been following:
when a book is bad, i put the book down. i choose something i like instead. when i don't like a movie, i don't make myself watch until the end. i care less and less what people think about me and focus more on being a good friend.
for the 6 months or so, i've been asking people what they think should be my next book or tv show. i ask them where i should go on a walk next week. i ask them what food i should try next, what hobby. and then i write it down in front of them.
the truth is some stuff slips through the cracks. but most of the time? within two weeks, i get to send my favorite kind of text - so i tried the thing you were talking about and !
i have a new policy for split-second choices - it's better to try it. i have social anxiety. i have to talk myself into doing many things. i am constantly battling the desire to run away as far as my feet will take me. and then i stand up and i do the thing anyway. i make myself act and dance and sing. sometimes, yes, i know-immediately never again, i hate this. but most of the time - i just have fun with it.
i have a new mantra - nobody is scorekeeping. at the end of my life, there will be no grand reading of how many calories i'd been eating. no reviews on how many boring documentaries i forced myself through, no calculation on how many hours i endured an extremely dull educational podcast. and so what if i try karaoke and i don't actually nail it? so what if i stumble over my words while trying to make a public announcement? so what if i wear something too-showy to go to the grocery store? nobody there knows me, and: nobody's keeping score.
life doesn't resolve with a grade (i know, i was as shocked as everyone else when i realized it). i am not falling behind, because there's no curriculum to life that i should be following. there are no checkpoints; nobody is making sure i have a fully-furnished life resume. i am just here for as long as the earth will have me, and i get to decide what makes me happy.
i don't have a partner or a house or anything that is supposed to belong to people-my-age. i spend most of my time focusing on being kind, compassionate, ready to listen without restraint.
and honestly? i feel good. like actually. i kind of like it this way.
#the really ironic thing#is that the less i care what people think of me#the more friends i have#the more i get along with people easily#19 year old me would kill me for saying this bc she HATED when people said ''stop trying''#but it was that i wasn't trying to be their friend#i was trying NOT to be ME#i went from being like ''i think im too different for people to ever like me''#to a decade later being like#'' ah i'll be okay i get along with pretty much everyone ''#it was true about food too#i wasn't kind to my body and thought it could make me look a certain way#if i was pretty it would make up for the way i was internally very ugly#but im now in probably the best shape of my life#and i have pretty much kicked my eating disorder to the curb (goodbye die in a hole)#bc i spend SO much more time seeing the chance to work out as a FUN THING#bc i don't make myself ''follow the rules'' of working out -- i dance or jog or whatever my body wants to do instead#do you know how weird it is#to go from being a COMPLETELY alone kid like NOBODY will talk to you bc you're a social pariah#like bullied ALL THE TIME bc ur stupid and flighty and strange and too loud etc#to being like the exact same person but now people are like ..... ''ur smart and funny and charming and happy-go-lucky''#some of this does have to deal with the fact i got therapy and medication#and started being a better person and actually focusing on myself and the ways that i could improve#im gentler now. i don't crave attention in the same way. i don't mind things that used to destroy me#it DOES help that i finally got diagnosed with ADHD#anyway feelin things bc it's been 5 years of recovery <3
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periodically80s · 5 months
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rongzhi · 2 years
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Evaluating American-style Chinese cuisine
English added by me :)
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tennessoui · 4 months
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Anakitty in January!!!
anakitty (the silliness of this ficlet astounds me)!!! :
The doors slide open at the slightest flick of a switch. His face is set into a fierce scowl—after all, the Halls of Healing are on the opposite side of the Temple and there’s no good reason for this sort of ruckus here—before he relaxes in surprise at the sight of nothing in front of him. There’s a heartwrenching cry at his ankles. When he looks down, all he sees is a blur of gold streaking through his open legs. “What—” he turns automatically back into his quarters to follow the intruder, who seems to have no intention of slowing down. The gold streak leaps from the floor to the table to the kitchenette counter and then back again, making insistent, loud noises the entire time. After a moment of exhausted confusion, Obi-Wan’s eyes trying to track the frantic motions and still somehow several seconds behind, he throws out his hand and catches the creature mid-leap with improper yet grossly necessary use of the Force. It’s a cat. Not a loth-cat, not an aloran cat. Just a cat, with one nicked ear folded down and a tiny slash across its tiny brow. And oh, it’s down a leg, right front paw missing, though the lack of limb is almost completely covered up by the amount of golden hair it has on its chest and body.  “Oh, hello there,” Obi-Wan says automatically as the cat looks at him pitifully. It lets out a hearbtreaking mrow and bats frantically at the air around it as if requesting to be let down. Obi-Wan isn’t sure that’s a wise idea though he admires the cat’s conviction.
“Who is your owner?” he asks the cat, who lets out an angry yowl in return, ears flicking back to show its displeasure. “Ah, I do apologize. I am sure you have no owner. Do you have a trusted companion then? One that perhaps feeds you? Cleans up after you make a mess?” At the mention of food, the cat’s ears perk up and it quiets down, tilting its head to look at Obi-Wan, eyes suddenly very large. Its paw bats the air in front of Obi-Wan’s face once more, in a gesture that accidentally seems to convey That’s you. Oh dear.
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transmechanicus · 3 months
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Girls who long for the embrace of the machine because damage to it is easier to repair
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starrywangxian · 3 months
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happy international hot and spicy food day to wei wuxian
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(Image Description: The cover art for the extra episode Glutinous Rice Congee from the Chinese MDZS audio drama drawn in a cute simplistic comic style. There are two rows of tables with characters sat at it with Wei Wuxian in the bottom left hand corner. The character in the back row to the left is Lan Qiren. He is red in the face covering his mouth with red liquid around his fingers and his hand is slamming against the table holding a sign that reads zero in Hanzi (零). Lan Wangji is next to him in the back row in the middle. He is sipping on a bowl with a small amount of red liquid dripping over the top of the bowl, his eats are red and a bead of sweat is on his right cheek. He is gripping a sign that has the Hanzi for ten (拾). In the table in front of him has a plack with his name written on it like he's a judge in a contest. Next to him in the back row on the right end of the table is Jiang Cheng. He is looking at Lan Wangji to his left with a look of disbelief and much judgement (typical jc behaviour). He's holding a sign that says the Hanzi for the number three (叁). In the front row to the left is Lan Jingyi. His tongue is out and he is red in the face and on his ears. He is looking very worriedly at Lan Qiren. On the table in front of him is a bowl of red glutinous rice congee with a soup in the bowl and a little of the liquid has spilled onto the table. He has a name plack in front of him too and he's holding a sign that has the number one in Hanzi (壹) on it. Lan Sizhui is sat next to him in the front row to the right. He has a slight blush on his cheeks and ears. His mouth is open in an O shape and he's looking at Lan Qiren. On the table in front of him is a bowl of the glutinous rice congee and he has a name plack. He's holding a sign in his left hand with the number eight in Hanzi (捌) on it. Wei Wuxian is in the bottom left hand corner smiling with his eyes closed holding a big steaming pot of glutinous rice congee with cloth to act as oven gloves. Rising from the pot is a mist of red and little stars. He has a slight blush to his cheeks and he's wearing a pink-ish white bandana on his head. There is a little heart to the right of him <3)
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