we booked it we’re goinG TO DISNEY WORLD
Omg apparently there’s an all-vegan sweetshop or bakery there I’m going to that for sure
And also vegan options so I won’t starve hahaha
Brooke - 21, f, ace-birom and vegan. Lots of fandoms like Mass Effect, Dragon Age, Zombies, Run!, Temeraire, Sleepy Hollow, Homestuck, and Doctor Who, as well as feminism and dogs and training and SCIENCE.
For a private response to questions, put a P at the beginning of your message and I will be sure not to publish it!
Ugh my stomach hurts and I don’t know if it’s from the grits this morning or the salad I got last night (because it was hurting then too) or something unrelated
I’m gonna play it safe and not eat either again
I have come to the realization that I don’t even like grits why do I try to eat something I don’t like idk
Heavy sighs of tiredness and not wanting to go to work
Spinach tortillas stuffed with Italian flavored tomato paste, mozz daiya, tofurkey pepperoni and sundried tomato, lightly fried in oil.
This was super good!
I’m crying because these are my two favorite foods rolled into one.
WHERE’S THE RECIPE????
You asked for a recipe for my pizza burritos. I didn’t use one, we just got inspired at the store and threw some stuff in a tortilla. So here’s a recipe I wrote up special just for you:
1 small can tomato paste (we used Italian flavored)
a bag of shredded mozz daiya
a box of tofurkey pepperoni
(although you can do whatever toppings you like on pizza.)
1. Open all your containers and lay out your first tortilla. Spread a layer of tomato paste on half the tortilla (half moon shape)
2. Sprinkle cheese, pepperoni and sundried tomatoes on top of your tomato paste. Our tortillas were plate-sized so we did 3 pepperoni slices and 3 tomatoes per tortilla.
3. Roll up your tortilla burrito style (fold the food loaded side onto the empty side, then, pushing down on the top edge of the top tortilla, drag it back to compress all the yummy fillings. Then fold the sides in, roll forward once, fold the sides in again, and roll up the rest of the way.
4. Repeat until you have a million burritos.
5. Put a couple tablespoons of canola oil in a big skillet over medium-high heat. Then put all the burritos in the skillet (making sure the bottoms are covered in oil), with the fold side down so they don’t fall open.
5. Fry them a while, scooting them around occasionally with your spatula so they don’t stick to the pan, and then flip them once they’re a nice brown color on the bottom. Then do the same thing until they’re brown on both sides.
This is much easier if you do it with a friend. That way one person can build burritos and the other can fry them as you make them. That’s how we did it. One bag of daiya got us 6 small burritos, which was a whole dinner for the two of us.
At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut. Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside? I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known. Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own. Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets.
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom. But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)
what if reapers went nootnoot
what if when banshees screamed they went nootnoot
What if Shepard went nootnoot
what if you all shut upGarrus goes nootnoot.
Mass Effect 4: NOOTNOOT
i hate you all