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Can you imagine dr ratio just grudgingly tailoring an outfit for Aventurine because he took a class out of curiousity(read: no one would make that outfit of Ratios for him, so he did it himself) and thinking “if I’m going to do this I’m going to do this well” and aventurine saunters out looking like a whole ass meal
I can vibe with that.
This is a cool description of a character.
shes climbing your dashboard
I don’t have food stamps but I need to know how to eat well for $4/day. Thank you for this.
I love this cookbook!
Tips and tricks on how to survive being working class.
I’ve seen this kind of thing before and a lot of them are full of random weird shit you’d never make…because of time constraints or like, it just sounds super gross.
But this one had a whole section that’s just “Things on Toast”. Another that was all about putting crap in your oatmeal to make it better. Those are fairly pedestrian and don’t take forever.
I haven’t looked through the whole thing yet but so far it’s actually pretty practical. Also if you’re broke like me and don’t know how to make Dal, you should get on that.
I also liked that there’s this at the beginning:
This book isn’t challenging you to live on so little; it’s a resource in case that’s your reality. In May 2014, there were 46 million Americans on food stamps. Untold millions more—in particular, retirees and students—live under similar constraints.
Been there. Done that. Advice on this art is always welcome.
The link above seems to be broken; here’s one that still works.
The Good And Cheap cookbook is 100% free as a PDF download from the author’s website and is available in English and Spanish. It is practical, tasty, easy, and kind. Physical copies are one of my top “so you have your own place now” gifts. Highly recommend.
(note that the PDF is oriented the same as the physical book - two square pages - so it’s more landscape format and might be difficult to read on a phone)
My friend calls him manslut
"Don't you think we should invite her over to put on a show at the next Windblume Festival?"
Can you imagine…
She arrives at mondstadt horribly, horribly nervous. She shouldn’t be- she’s put on the longest play in the history of Fontaine, surely this isn’t so frightening?- but her voice still trembles, her hands feel stiff and clumsy, and Neuvillette is picking up a shattered cup she, the portrait of elegance, has just dropped.
A traveling bard invited her to the Windblume festival with a wink and a melody, and who knows why, the song has been playing itself over and over in her head. So she has come to perform, to celebrate, in a city that values freedom above all else.
Neuvillette places a hand on her shoulder, reassuring. It’s the only reason she feels him freeze.
“Ah, Furina de Fontaine!”
It’s the bard, and Neuvillette is looking at him with murder in his eyes and a dragon’s protective grip. The bard’s short and green and cheerful, slightly drunk, and as he moves, he stays in the air just a little too long.
He settles beside her, embraces her with a familiarity that surprises her, completely ignoring Neuvillete.
He stares daggers into his back.
“Welcome to Mondstadt.”
He pulls away with a smile. “I’ve seen you performances. Without a doubt, you are the best actor Teyvat has, or ever will, see.”
The praise is thick and dramatic. She’s used to these words from her subjects as a god, her betters as a disgraced lady, but from the bard they are sincere and soft and they turn her red.
“I appreciate the compliment.”
“It is no compliment- it’s truth, simple as the open sky.” He shrugs. “So, you’ve accepted my offer?”
“Ah… yes. I’ve been looking forward to seeing Mondstadts culture for myself, and to perform again, especially for the city of freedom…” she can feel her face reddening further, half in shame, half dreading the thought. “It will certainly be a spectacle.”
“A spectacle, huh?” The bard looks thoughtfully at the windmills, off into the cloud-traced sky. “In that case, may the Anemo Archon bless you with song and free thought. Although…”
He turns back to her, and his expression softens from pained wistfulness to sympathy. “Although it seems you’ve found freedom to urself, Lady Focalors.”
Her throat tightens. “Yes… I suppose I have,” she agrees weakly.
A shadow falls over them. Neuvillette clears his throat, looking every inch the immovable cornerstone of justice. “Excuse me.”
The bard turns with an anxious little giggle. “Ehe, sorry.” Instead of running, he thrusts his hand out. “Name’s Venti the bard! Pleased to make your acquaintance!”
Seemingly confused, Neuvillete slowly takes his hand.
Venti sweeps away, bows grandly. “Lady Focalors. Iudex Neuvillette.” His eyes lock with hers, and they are tired and pained and old. “Truly, Lady, I hope this festival will return you passion and joy,” he says, and then he’s gone, and the two most powerful creatures in Fontaine gaze after him in utter disbelief.
This is the Anemo Archon?
The Genie stared at you in disbelief, asking you why you would make such a foolish wish that affect so many people. You respond with a shrug and answer with “I just want to see what would happen.”
“You’re serious.”
“I have never been more serious about anything in my life.”
“You’re going to make college free? Do you understand the taxes-“
“DID I STUTTER?”
You are “the guy”, when something needs to be done, something needs to be fixed, when governments, billionaires or very important people need something done and someone says “I know a guy”, you are that guy. Now you are facing what may be your hardest job.
plot of Fragile Threads
Linguistics is cancelled
I can ne fucking believe this pas
If you showed this to the Academie Francais they’d all spontaneously combust
official linguistics post
Tony Hawk
Link in TOTK, in which the dude who saves a whole-ass kingdom is recognized only if there is a princess who also saved the kingdom nearby
If your ass is finding this from me y’all better gimme that cash, or I’ll pawn that small child off onto you
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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.
i always mean it when i say i love you btw
‘but thats a stranger you dont know’ and i love them. i love that they exist and i love that they passed through my life. and i love u too btw
reblog to tell your mutuals you love them for existing
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