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abookishdreamer · 2 years
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Character Intro: Arachne (Kingdom of Ichor)
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Nicknames- Spider Woman by the people of Olympius
Leggy by Tyche
Age- 17
Location- Colophon (a small town in Ledia), Olympius
Personality- She's a curious and excitable young woman. She's also extremely prideful & proud of being the unofficial best hair braider in all of Colophon! Arachne does have a tendency to be a bit conceited and boastful. She's a lesbian and is currently single.
She was born and raised in Colophon to a single father, Idmon. In their lower class standing, they reside in a small run down cottage that's constantly being repaired. Arachne doesn't know anything about her mother. Her father works at a factory dyeing wool. Even though they don't have the closest relationship, Arachne cares for her father & vice versa. Despite not growing up with a mother she had Hermione, a neighbor/businesswoman who runs a small braiding salon a few miles away. Arachne looks up to her as a mentor/mother figure.
To help out her father with some bills and repairs of the cottage, she has two part-time jobs- working at a small restaurant & working at Hermione's Professional Hair Braiding, as a braider. Neither of the jobs pay significantly, but Arachne enjoys working at the braiding salon much more.
Under the tutelage of Hermione, she has become the youngest and best hair braider in her town! She can quickly & effortlessly braid an entire head of hair in under three hours. Arachne can do nearly any braiding hairstyle like box braids, crochet braids, lemonade braids, knotless braids, & many more. Her personal specialties are cornrows and fulani braids.
There's never a shortage of bobby pins, dry shampoo, hair oils, mousses, hairspray, and pomemades in her bedside drawer. Her favorite product to use is the Glory's Crown Goddess Strength Edge Control gel.
Her favorite thing to drink are soursop smoothies. She also likes ginger ale, grapefruit soda, & New Olympus Iced Teas.
Her favorite snack are conch fritters with coco bread.
Arachne has always been enthralled by spiders at a young age. As a kid, she would sit in Hermione's salon afterschool waiting for her father to come home from work. She'd notice a few spiders crawling on the salon's ledge weaving intricate webs. Arachne remarked how she thought it was cool that spiders could make art from their bodies. As part of a fifth grade class trip to New Olympus, Arachne got to see & enjoy the spider pavilion exhibit at the museum.
Aside from being an exceptional braider, she also prides herself on being a pretty good cook. Everything she learned about making food came from Hermione. Arachne always makes lunch for her dad to take to work (pasta salad, tomatokeftedes, rice with jerk wings or dumplings with spicy fried plantains) & a home cooked meal awaits him after a hard working day. Some of the other dishes she likes to make are beef patties, chicken patties, curry goat stew, coconut mussel curry, dolmadakia, kotosoupa & choriatiki.
A favorite pastime of Arachne is to check out the local hair shows, mainly as a support for Hermione (who has entered a few times but has never made it past the finals). It was at a hair show in Athens where she came face-to-face with the goddess Athena. The goddess' hair was in blue and gray faux locs, styled into an updo and decorated with hair wires & cuffs. To make a long story short, Arachne posted a rant on Fatestagram saying that she would have made a much more beautiful hairstyle than what Athena had, seemingly challenging her to a "hair duel." Arachne won (albeit by a thin margin) and the goddess of wisdom responded by turning her opponent into a spider! It was a major headline in the news for weeks. It was under Zeus' direct order that the curse be revoked & Arachne was soon again a mortal.... with a few alterations.
In her free time Arachne also enjoys knitting, sewing, doing lanyard, listening to music, cooking, reading magazines, & playing basketball.
Her favorite dessert is coconut rum cake.
She's had one serious girlfriend and it was Tyche (goddess of luck). Arachne was gifted a white gold pendant necklace with a spider shaped charm (encrusted in miniature diamonds) as a Christmas gift from her. She nearly passed out when she found out it cost  8,000 drachmas! Tyche affectionately gave her the nickname "Leggy'' (because of Arachne's long skinny legs). The relationship ended when Arachne thought she won the scratch-off jackpot worth 20 million drachmas. When she found out Tyche “influenced" the tickets' printings, Arachne ended things.
"Some of the best works of art are made by fingers."
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enekabe · 2 years
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Quiero probar ese lunar woo Que tanto tiempo me ha miraoo Que me deja agonizaooo En mi mente tanto ha rebotaoo
Yo que conquisto tu espi ritu Y me muestra una falta de acti tud Si sabes que mi cora es el ideal para tu Cuerpo y tu cu, para calmar tu impetú No queres peder a tu Nos fe ra tuu
Miremos juntos el alba De, re ojo la alarma Da me, mi porción positiva de karma Que quedemos en calma Conectaron nuestras almas Don de, las flores se alargan Ca len tame las palmas Conge ladas quieren tu magma Transformame en tu Magmar Un fuego quiero ser tu arma De adicciones tu bartman Ni tengo que ir al var ma Para ver que me haces falta Mal tirado pelota muy alta Se sonroja bandera de Malta Duro por fuera pero soy una palta La decisión no es exacta Se porta mal haganle un acta Aunque si guiña te impacta Si me mira así no podré decir basta Me relaja mas que brownie de rasta Diablilla sensible con nen de casta Yo si quiero tu pasta Completa incluime arabasta Papel relleno 'e tu parla No desaparece como Parma Tu deficit de atención me espanta Me desespero y me harta Mis sensaciones son tantas Seguiré regando esa planta Escondida oscuridad bajo manta Mi animo levanta Si al oido me canta Es un diez Aunque con otro al ajedrez Y no contestés Que mal me ves Hace dias no se mueve mi emede Si por buscarte dolor de pies No me olvidés Yo sé lo que es Encontrarte después Algunos riman dos por tres Sin sentido y a mi me ves Escribiendo poemas de mi puño y le Traslado tu guiño de fé Aunque de ti me volé Una vez te recé Mi diosa lujosa tomando su té Envidiosas crochet Observandola cada vez Que recito que vos me podés.
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antonias-bitacora · 2 years
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grabado verde.
Acabamos de empezar nuestras clases de arte y conocí una técnica que no me parecía conocida; el grabado verde.
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「 Según mis apuntes, sería un grabado en el que la matriz es realizada en materiales de desecho, con técnica de punta seca o sobrerelieve y se destaca el verde en su nombre al utilizar materiales reciclados y no tóxicos en su proceso. 」
Materiales utilizados
Tetrapack recortada en cuadrados o goma eva
Aguja de lana, crochet
Témpera roja y pincel
Hojas de croquera y cuaderno
Marcador gris, lápiz pasta azul, lápiz mina
Toallas húmedas
Cartón forrado
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En esta clase, la profesora buscaba que hiciéramos un estudio de este tipo de grabado, para probar su funcionamiento, materiales y técnica para prepararnos antes de nuestro proyecto visual.
Estos fueron mis primeros resultados, dentro de clases:
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El primer grabado explotó, al tener mayor cantidad de témpera. El segundo tiene un aspecto similar al de las acuarelas, si se mira de cerca, se notarán las líneas generadas por el relieve del ojo ilustrado. Aún así no maneja un diseño claro.
Este es el relieve de la matriz usada:
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Como se puede ver, no tiene un relieve marcado al ser tallado con una aguja, cosa que explicaría la falta de líneas y detalles en las primeras pruebas.
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Otras pruebas
Estas pruebas las realicé fuera de clases al no presentarme por entrar a cuarentena.
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Estas fueron las matrices utilizadas en el proceso, con diseños pequeños para hacer mayor uso del espacio.
Y estos fueron los resultados a partir de dichas.
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Gran parte de las pruebas presentan líneas que dejan claro el diseño buscado, más no están lo suficientemente limpios y se notan borrosas o corridas.
la de mejores resultados es la última prueba hacia la derecha, que se muestra prominente y con un diseño casi completo en comparación al resto.
Trabajo final
Estos grabados fueron realizados en la última clase anterior a la entrega. Hice 11 intentos de esta matriz, resultando de mejor manera sólo 2, la prueba número 4 y número 8 respectivamente.
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Mejores resultados:
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A este punto, sólo hace falta acomodarlo en el cartón forrado para su entrega.
Y este sería mi resultado final:
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la matriz es diferente al no contar con la original presente, pero estoy más aliviada con el resultado final. Considero que su significado llega a ser más visible al notar el acabado, con todo y su imperfección.
21/04.
muchas gracias por leer!
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mondonguita · 3 years
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Pasta al crochet
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turtle-steverogers · 4 years
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Newsies When They’re Stressed
@suddenly-im-respecsable and i are facetiming and this happened
- Davey does taxes when he’s stressed
- Jack goes to paint, because stress painting is Healthy and a Good Outlet, but ends up staring blankly at the canvas until someone (kath or davey, mostly) finds him and is like “you good bro?” and he just starts crying
- Katherine goes to therapy and talks through her problems
- Race either makes entire vats of homemade pasta, pizza, and tomato sauce (which are so good that sometimes Albert purposefully stresses him out so he’ll make alfredo) OR he wanders (and gets lost, once he was gone for a week and everyone except spot and al were panicking because, “don’t worry, he’ll turn up” and sure enough he did. turns out he ended up in vegas)
- Albert either plays video games, doesn’t eat, and chocks himself full of monster coffee and weed OR goes to the skatepark and listens to music 
- Spot stress bakes (or stress cleans if its really bad)
- Crutchie also stress bakes
- Sometimes Spot and Crutchie stress bake together
- Les reads pride and prejudice (or really any of Davey’s leftover AP Lit books) and annotates it 
- Mush runs one of those shitty five minute craft instagram pages and he posts on it when he’s stressed 
- Blink knits and watches buzzfeed unsolved at the same time
-Button crochets and he and Blink get into heated discussions over which is better: knitting or crocheting
- Elmer brews some tea and meditates
- Romeo buys socks and calls it self care
- Jojo goes to pet shelters and pets the dogs
- Finch works out until he drops  - Specs watches asmr (and sometimes makes it)
- Smalls watches H20
- Mike stress naps
- Ike just wants hugs 
- Henry climbs trees
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nobody likes a claggy bit of cheese
this idea came to me in mid november while i was watching an episode of the great british bakeoff and crocheting a scarf for my sister while eating a very very healthy college lunch of apple sauce and caramel corn. someone (maybe it was paul) said the word “claggy” and i was like Wow That’s British. and then someone else (probably paul again) said “stodgy” and i was like WoW ThAts BriTisH. and then i was like you know who would appreciate these Very British Words?? my dumb friend who likes to pretend he's british. and thEn i was like Oh Shit what if he hosted great british bakeoff that would be energy oh my god. and i was About to text him that when i was like No Wait! instead of a baking competition it would be a Mac And Cheese competition because that's like,,,his wholes pride and joy. and then i was about to text him that but then i was like wAIT! this has fic written all over it oh my god i can see it now. and now here we are.
also mikey in case you didn't realize, you are my dumb fake british friend and this is your present but i mean its more of your persona slapped on race and i called it a day. its not a mothman shirt but it'll have to do eye guess
anywaymst 
enjoy this trash pile 
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ship: eye guess its platonic ralbert
genre: pure ass crack
warnings: uhmmm, race is an idiot, poorly written british accents, paul hollywood stare, uhhh, albert is Annoyed, jack is an idiot who makes bad mac, spot get Angryyy, idk im writing there before the fic is finished, katherine definitely knows the mafia
editing: lol that's funny
words: enough to fill a few pages but not enough to bore you to death like the metamorphosis
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“CHEESE!”
Blankets tornadoed around the room as Race jumped off the bed in a half awake sleepy haze, barely landing on his feet in a fight stance, wielding his phone like a weapon in front of him. He glared into the dark corners (not that he could even tell where the corners were considering that it was pitch dark) of the room before stumbling out into the hallway, muttering madly about cheese.
“Cheese...blue cheese…..string cheese…...mozzarella cheese….” Race barely heard his own half-mad whispers as he opened all the cabinets, rummaging around in the same matter a hurricane floods a basement, in a mad search for pasta. When he came up empty handed he scowled, sat himself up on the counter and yelled for the next best thing:
“ALLLLLLLBBEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRT!”
CRASH! That would be Albert falling out of bed. Race kicked his feet against the cabinet impatiently.
WHOOSH! SLAM! And there was Albert’s door opening and closing at an alarming speed.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The pictures in the living room began to shake, announcing his arrival.
“Race?! What’s going on? Are you okay??” And there was Albert, sliding into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of socks and boxers (despite the fact that it was probably 3 degrees out), weilding a single black converse high top. Race wasn’t quite sure how the shoe was supposed to help him, but he decided to ignore it. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by Albert’s weird antics when there was a legitimate crisis at hand.
“Race…?” Albert asked again, slowly lowering his shoe. “Is everything-” “We’re out of pasta.”
“We’re- what?” The shoe Albert had been holding banged to the floor. “You’re telling me that you woke me up at” he peered at the oven clock over Race’s shoulder, “three fifteen am  to tell me that we’re out of pasta?”
“It’s horrible isn’t it?” Race slammed his head into the cabinet behind him. “Now I can’t make mac and cheese!” “W h y do you want to make mac and fucking cheese at three fifteen in the goddamn morning?!”
“BECAUSE ALBERT-” Race jumped down off the counter, “-I had a dream. A dream where I was competing on The Great British Bakeoff and I made my Famous mac and cheese. And Paul Hollywood, the man, the legend h i m s e l f, tasted my humble mac and said ‘Race. That is amazing.’ And gave me a handshake! And I was so honored that I awoke hungry for the wonderful, delicious, creamy taste of mac and cheese. So I wander into the kitchen and what do I find? A fridge full of cheese, but no pasta to be found!” He stepped closer to Albert, planting his hand firmly on his shoulder. “This is an emergency!”
Albert swatted away Race’s hand and rubbed his eyes, already turning back toward his room. “If Paul Hollywood deemed your mac and cheese so amazing then just hold a competition of your own and make other people make mac and cheese for you. That way I don’t have to go to Walgreens at three thirty.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “I’m going back to bed. Don’t make us lose our security deposit.”
Race stood in stunned silence as Albert disappeared down the hall and his door closed.
“That sleep deprived idiot might actually be onto something,” he muttered, launching himself onto one of the bar stools and opening his laptop. He had work to do.
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“You know, when I told you to host your own mac and cheese competition I thought I dreamt that entire encounter, and, now that I realize that I definitely didn’t, I especially didn't expect you to make me host it, and I certainly didn’t expect you to make me wear this dumb costume.” He tugged uncomfortably at the dark blazer and black wig.
“Oi mate, if you’re gonna be Sue yew gotta start actin like ‘er!” Race glared.
“But Race-”
“Thas Paul Hollywood to you. I don want none uh this ‘Race’ business,” he crossed his arms and gave Al his best Steely Eyed, Paul Hollywood Glare.
Albert just rolled his eyes and stomped off.
Race sighed happily as he turned to survey the tent in front of him. He had called Katherine last night after his missing pasta crisis and asked if he could use her Dad’s Hampton’s estate to host a mock version of the Great British Bakeoff but for mac and cheese. Katherine, like any good rebellious daughter, had loved the idea and called several of her “contacts” that apparently “owed her favors.” (Race didn’t understand the life of rich people, it seemed very extravagant and two-faced) And that was how Race had come to be standing in a tent with what could very well be the set up of the Great British Bakeoff laid out in front of him with he himself dressed in his very best blue button down and jeans, a spitting image of Paul Hollywood. Well, maybe Paul Hollywood 30 years ago.
His friends that he had invited on to be the contestants of the show were setting up at their stations. There was Jack, Davey, Romeo, Mush, Blink, Finch, Buttons, Specs, JoJo, Spot, Crutchie, and Smalls. Katherine had opted not to participate and instead film everyone to make it seem more like the actual show.
Someone (probably Katherine) had forced Albert to stand next to him to announce the signature challenge that they had prepared.
“Alright bakers-”
Race shot him a side glance.
“-er, mac and cheese cookers?” he tried to amend. “Today Ra-uh, Paul would like you to make a nice, hefty batch of mac and cheese. You may use whatever ingredients you would like, but he would like it to be cheesy, delicious, and contain pasta. You have 45 minutes.” Race could practically hear the sigh in his voice. “On your marks, get set, ba-cOOK!”
Finally, Race thought as his friends scrambled around their respective stations, I’m going to get some good mac.
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It was becoming very clear very quickly that Race may not actually be getting any good mac.
He wandered from station to station, Albert following begrudgingly behind him, progressively becoming more and more disappointed in each and every one of his friends. Didn’t any of them know how to cook?
“Roight Jack.” He leaned on the one empty scrap of counter in front of him. “What are yew makin?”
“It’s a surprise.” Jack - well he assumed it was Jack, he couldn’t really be sure with all the flour flying everywhere - ran around his workspace, which was crowded with every ingredient imaginable, from shredded cheese to, was that maple syrup?
“Jack for the sake of the show yew gotta tell us what yew’re makin.” Jack must not have the braincell today.
From somewhere in the flour cloud a timer went off. Jack yelped and dropped what sounded like several pots with an amazingly loud clatter.
“If you really must know - ouch!! - I’m making - god fUCK! - baked mac and cheese with a - SHIT! - crispy top.”
“Alright well,” Albert dodged a flying blob of flaming cheese, “we’ll leave you to it. Hopefully we get to actually eat something edible.”
“Good luck,” Race turned away from Jack’s workstation and leaned towards Albert as they made their way to Mush’s station. “Do we ave a foire extinguishah here?”
“I think so?”
“Good cause we moight need it.” Albert looked at him knowingly for a long minute before the two of them snapped out of it and approached Mush.
“So Mush,” Race said, taking in the polar opposite of the mess of a station that had been Jack’s, “what ave yew got for us?”
Mush smiled, looking up from the block of cheese that he had been grating. “Today I’m going to be making my signature mac and cheese with three kinds of cheese.”
Race let out an audible sigh of relief. Finally something that sounded edible!
“Is that pleasing enough for you, Your Highness?” Mush winked mischievously and Albert giggled.
Race straightened up, checking his mouth for drool (there was none). “Yes, oim looking forward tew it.” He watched as the cheese mush was grating flaked satisfyingly into the bowl, his mouth watering at the very sight and thought of cheese. Oh cheese. Beautiful, rich, delicious cheese. “Oi would like tew sample some cheese if yew don't mind.”
Mush straightened up, putting his hands around his cheese protectively. “And I want someone to slap me so hard my eyes fall out. We can’t all get what we want, Susan B. Anthony.”
“Hollywood, moi name is Paul Hollywood.” Race glared at Mush, horrified that he would decline him the judge a cheese sample! Paul Hollywood always got ingredient samples when he asked for them! Maybe he should have put more effort into his hair today…
“I know very well who you are,” Mush went back to grating his cheese. It was as if he were mocking Race with every bit of shredded goodness that fell onto the glorious cheese mountain.
“I do believe you’ve upset Mr. Hollywood.” Albert smirked. Of course he had to join in on the make-Race-feel-like-hes-being-mocked party.
“I don’t particularly care about Mr. Hollywood’s feelings,” Mush put down the grater and reached under his counter for a pan. “What I do care about is the fate of my mac and cheese so,” he stared at the two of them, deadpan , “be gone Thots.”
“But-”
“I SAID BE GONE THOTS!” Mush pointed a wooden spoon at the two of them menacingly and Race half expected sparks to shoot out of the end like some kind of sorcery bullshit, but all he got was a cloud of flour to the face and twelve sets of confused eyes looking at him.
“Uhh,” he mustered every ounce of Paul Hollywood that he could, “thank yew Mush.” Quickly he turned away, brushing the flour out of his sharpied on beard and mustache while Albert stifled laughter next to him. “Shut up,” he muttered.
“But that was-”
“Oi said shut- oh hoi Smalls!” He tried desperately to regain his composure as they approached the final station.
“Gucci Prada my fuckin clown wig I- oh, uh, hi!” Smalls quickly put the spatula that she had been holding behind her back.
“What are yew makin for uh today?” Race took in Smalls’s station. There was a wide array of cheese on the counter, we well as spices and breadcrumbs and pasta. But something seemed...different.
Smalls looked down at her feet, suddenly very interested in the carpet.. “I’m making gluten free baked mac and cheese.”
“Why gluten free?”
“Because,” Smalls glanced behind her briefly before hissing, “because that was the only kind of pasta I could find in my cabinet that's why you feet fucker.”
Race’s toes tingled with happiness. He do it! He could say the trademark Paul Hollywood meme thing!
“Now, when yew make mac and cheese gluten free it tends to get stickey and lose some of its taiste. Ave yew tested this to make sure that wont appen?”
“Y e s,” Smalls rolled her eyes. “I put extra oil in it so the pasta wont get sticky a n d there’s lots of spices for added flavor.” She brought her spatula out from behind her back in a soldiers salute. “I won’t disappoint you, your Highness Mr. Paul Hollywwod Sir.”
“Yew bettah not,” Race laughed as he walked back to his very official looking director’s chair (he didn’t want to know how many people Katherine had had to kill to get this).
“Sue, how much toime is left?”
“TEN MINUTES COOKERS, TEN MINUTES!”
There were varying screams of frustration from around the room as his friends scrambled to get done. The smell of cooking cheese wafted from several ovens and stoves and Race smiled contentedly. Twas almost Mac Time.
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Ten minutes later, as promised, Race was standing behind a Very Official looking wooden table with a fork and a glass of water, ready to taste (or spit out, depending on whose it was), his friends’ mac and cheese.
“Oilright, Davey, why don’t yew bring up yewr mac.”
Davey strode up to the table confidently, somehow without a spec of food on his apron, and placed down a plate of gooey looking pasta. Man oh man he was excited! But no, today he was Paul Hollywood. No excitement. Only glares.
He picked up his fork and took a scoop of pasta, glaring at Davey for good measure as he tasted.
He chewed for far longer than actually necessary to give Davey just enough time to get nervous before giving his verdict. “Whot yew’ve actually done is quite noice, Oi rather loike the blend of the cheddar and the goat cheese, but what yew’ve done is create something that’s so soft that its lacking textah. It’s loike Oi need somethin crunchy to offset it.”
Davey nodded. “Okay.”
“But overall noice job.” He nodded, the silent cue for Davey to take his dish and return to his station.
Race surveyed the contestants and grimaced. “Jack bring yew’re flamin bomb up here.”
He thought he heard Jack mutter some half-decent curses under his breath, but not decent enough for him to repeat.
A few seconds later a lump of orange stuff with green (???) blobs on top on a plate was placed in front of him. “Roight,” he sighed. “What ave yew got there?”
“Well this is my baked mac and cheese with green goldfish topping!” Jack said proudly.
Race looked at the plate as if it were a flesh eating disease that could kill him at any second. And, knowing Jack’s track record with food, it just might. “Any reason why you chose green goldfish?”
“Adds a pop of color!” Jack bounced on his toes.
Good gosh. Race took the tiniest bite possible on his fork and lifted it to his mouth-
“Make sure you get a goldfish!” Jack insisted. “Really adds a burst of flavor!”
“Oh sure, sure.” Race picked one up before shoving the whole abomination into his mouth. He chewed for a few seconds before swallowing down as best as he could.
“Wow that is pitiful,” Race coughed. “The pasta is overcooked, and the cheese, yew’ve cooked it too much so that it’s become gummy, and all the moistah has gone into the goldfish and made them soggy.”
“Oh,” Jack sounded deflated.
“Overall the textah is a bit claggy, and no one loikes a claggy bit of cheese.”
“Right, right.” Jack stroked his invisible beard.
“Overall its dreadful and Oi’d loike it if you removed it from my sights, preferably to the bin. Next!”
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Almost a half hour later Race was practically done testing all of the mac and cheese, save for Mush’s and Smalls’s. Along with Jack’s trashpile, Spot’s had also been notably horrible, it was somehow burnt and undercooked at the same time? Race didn’t even want to know. Crutchie’s and JoJo’s though had been surprisingly decent, and both were in the running to win.  
“Oilroight Smalls, bring up yewr mac why don’t yew.”
A few moments later a plate of mac and cheese was dumped in front of Race with no class whatsoever. “Here you go Mr. Paul Sir.”
Race stabbed his fork into the pile of noodles. “This was the gluten free baked mac and cheese, roight?” “Yes your highness.”
Race rolled the noodles around on his tongue for a few long moments while his taste buds analyzed the flavor combinations.
“Roight so, I warned yew about this bein tasteless roight?” Smalls quirked up her eyebrow. “It’s tasteless isn’t it.”
“Yes. Get it away from me at once.”
“Of course, your lordship.” Smalls snatched the plate from the table, even curtsying to Race before making her way back to her station, picking up a fork, and digging into her own mac and cheese.
“I don't know what you’re talking about Mister Colonel Hollywood Sir, this tastes great!”
Race bushed imaginary crumbs off of his table. “And Oi’m goin tew pretend Oi didn’t hear that.” He pointed to Mush. “Mush, bring up yewr creation, if yew pleathe.”
“But of course!” Mush placed down his plate of mac and cheese in front of Race, who dug in immediately. “What you have there is parmesan, cheddar, and american cheese with elbow pasta. Enjoy.”
Race let the glorious noodles glide over his tongue as his palate was enveloped in a wonderful cheese flavor. He was amazed. He was astounded. Hell he was even speechless! What did Paul Hollywood do when he was speechless? Oh right!
“Well done Mush,” he stuck out his hand for the famous Paul Hollywood Handshake. “That’s a really great plate you’ve made.”
“Oh, thank you sir!” Mush smiled joyfully as Albert tried to sneak a bite of the mac and cheese. Race swatted his hand away with his other hand.
“In fact, it’s the best that Oi’ve had today, and Oi announce yew as Star Cooker!”
The room erupted into cheers and everyone ran to hug Mush while Race quickly finished his mac and cheese. His plan had worked perfectly. The next time he was out of pasta at three am he knew exactly who to call.
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“Hello? Do you need help burying the body?” A tired voice answered the phone.
“Mush, it’s Race. I’m craving mac and cheese and I don't have any pasta. Can you-”
“NO!”
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so how bout that huh
anyway sappy boi hours heh i love mikey and im real happy that were friends cause he's the absolute best and i cant wait to meet him next week eeee
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blogdelacuarentena · 4 years
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100 cosas para hacer esta semana de cuarentena
por Clara Freeman
Mirar cómo se me ensancharon los pies por no usar zapatos en un mes.
Cortar manzanas al medio y pesarlas (jugar al Sofovich sin Jenga).
Leer el Ulises de James Joyce.
Leer el Ulises de James Joyce.
Leer el Ulises de James Joyce.  
Leer el Ulises de James Joyce.(Es muy muy largo).
Hacer yoga.
Meditar.
Acariciar mis gatitos.
Cepillar mis gatitos.
Limpiar el baño de los gatitos.
Cocinar todas las comidas.
Hacer la lista de compras más larga de mi vida.
Pensar muchas actividades para posponerlas y no perder la costumbre.
Aprender una coreografía.
Investigar los insectos nuevos que están apareciendo.
Descacharrar. Dengue is still here.
Cortarme las uñas bien cortitas.
Mirar lo mal que están otros países para sentirme mejor.
Leer Ana Frank para dejar de ser tan llorones.
Agradecer que no tengo que padecer mi asquerosa ansiedad social porque no tengo que salir de casa.
Agradecer todos mis privilegios de clase.
Sentir mucha culpa.
Lavarme las manos.
Tejer a crochet cosas que no necesito.
Intentar bordar y desistir porque los gatos atacan el hilo.
Intentar creer en dios para rezarle.
Fracasar. En todo caso es todo su culpa.
Ah, no fracasé tanto.
Intentar ordenar la casa
Envidiar a la gente que le pintó re activo.
Lavarme las manos.
No mirar la hora.
Mirar el pronóstico del clima, todavía existen mañana, pasado y traspasado.
Llamar a mi abuela y hablarle de boludeces.
Imaginarme cuando vaya al lago en verano.
Odiar el capitalismo más que antes.
Resignarme, la única consecuencia va a ser más concentración de la riqueza.
Escribir poemas que no hablen de la pandemia.
Fracasar, mi mente está colonizada.
Toser y pensar que tengo coronavirus.
Ver que no tengo fiebre, por ahora zafé.
Investigar el dilema del barbijo.
Mirar memes, TODOS los memes.
Compartirle memes a mis amigos y familia.
Mirar religiosamente el parte del Ministerio de Salud.
Mirar las noticias para estar informada.
Arrepentirme.
Lavarme las manos.
Averiguar cómo se sanitizan las verduras.
Lavar las verduras como siempre, sin sanitizarlas.
Fumar churrito para relajarme.
Me pega paranoico, me arrepiento.
Hacer papel reciclado.
Mirar las pelis pospuestas. 
Cocinar bizcochitos.
Extrañar las facturas.
Plantar semillas.
Mirarlas crecer.
Cortar las flores marchitas.
Hacer pastas caseras.
Agradecer tener pastalinda.
Ponerle nombres a las manchas de humedad.
Buscar caras en las manchas de las baldosas.
Lavar todas mis zapatillas (que no he lavado nunca).
Pensar en ordenar.
Quedarme sentada en el sillón mirando el desorden.
Decidir acostarme temprano.
Acostarme a las cuatro am.
Abrazar a Mati.
Leer teorías conspiranoicas.
Darme cuenta de que no importa, no sabemos quién empezó pero ya sabemos quienes ganan.
Sahumar la casa con palo santo.
Pensar que a lo mejor no sirve para nada pero huele bien.
Oler cosas a cada ratito para chequear que todavía no tengo anosmia.
Seguir el grupo de Whatsapp del consorcio del edificio como si fuera una sitcom.
Extrañar el pasto.
Darme cuenta de que ya lo extrañaba desde antes de la pandemia.
Lavarme las manos.
Pintar mandalas.
Dejarlos a medias, no me gustaba antes, por qué me va a gustar ahora.
Aplaudir a los médicos.
Sentirme un poco boluda pero ya empecé, no puedo dejar ahora.
Quejarme del calor.
Agradecer el calor.
Cazar mosquitos.
Entretenerme viendo volar las bolas de pelo de gato.
Pasar la aspiradora.
Jugar a los dados.
Jugar al Ludo Matic.
Jugar al rumy.
Hacer planes para mi futuro.
Fracasar en ello, igual que antes, pero ahora culpar a la pandemia.
Mirar recetas en Youtube.
No prepararlas y comer lo mismo de siempre.
Preocuparme.
Resignarme.
LAVARME
LAS
MANOS.
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lookslikedaylight · 4 years
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quarantine to do list:
bleach eyebrows
shave head/give myself a bad haircut
make sourdough starter
make pasta al limone with homemade spaghetti
take dog out for a walk each day
make immunity tea
finish 6 books
work on some paintings
finish sewing and crochet projects
spring clean my room
listen to podcasts
download photos from my phone to laptop
reach out to loved ones to make sure their okay
remember to moisturize
eat loads of soup and rice
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remedymoods · 5 years
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BANDI: Can I ask you a question?
Fandom: Andi Mack
Characters:  Buffy Driscoll and Andi Mack
Summary:  Buffy Driscoll has an important question for her best friend, Andi Mack. 
Other Characters: Marty from the Party, 
Warnings: None.
Author Notes:  Major thanks to @dancerdramatic14 and @iloveboyz27 for guiding me with this story.  @iloveboyz27 without the image below it would have been missing the key point.  Thank you!  Tagging @purplefacey who has requested.  
"OMG!  Andi, this looks so good!”
Twenty-six-year-old, Andi Mack was putting the final touches on her current art collection when she was interrupted by the voice of her best friend, Buffy Driscoll.
It's been eighteen days since Buffy went on a trip with her boyfriend, Martin “Marty” Pacione, to Italy. In friendship time that’s ranges in forever, so it wasn’t a surprise when Andi took a step forward in a sprint motion towards her friend, "Red light, Andi!” yells Buffy.  
Just like that when they were seven, Andi halts her movement.  “Nooo,” she dramatically responds as she drops her head.  
“I promise if you just give me a second to put our scorching drinks down and remove my coat.  We both will get what we want,” Buffy teases as she places the drinks down on the table.  
“Greenlight,” shrieks an impatient Andi as she jumps on Buffy and pulls her into a hug.
"Oomph," Buffy responds as Andi’s body is now on top of her, "Did you miss me,” she asks.
"It's been eighteen days since I have seen or talk to you.  Do you think I care about having liquid on my clothes? I’m an artist.  We laugh at water, paint or clay,” Andi bursts into evil laughter as she hugs her friend tighter.
"This is the main reason why I refuse to let you borrow my clothes."  
"Enough about clothes, unless you have some goodies for me.”  Buffy smiles, “Well, we can talk about that, the food, the wine, the art," she arches her eyebrows, "the sexxx."
Buffy laughs as she is finally able to remove her coat and grabs her cider.  The warmth starts to relax her throat, and her attention moves to the collection in the room.  “The collection looks ... good,” she shares as she removes her gloves off, and pulls her sleeves down over her fingers.  
"Thanks, it's becoming a favorite.”  Andi pauses and then speaks, “ No, I want to hear about your trip.  The lack of posting on IG from you and Marty was just… dreadful.  How can I be jealous if you don't post?”
"Silly, girl! “         
“No, seriously, I think Walker and I posted about seven posts each day during our inspiration trip in Turkey.  When you went quiet, I check on Marty’s page, but no, he was quiet too.  Did you enjoy Italy or just .. enjoy each otherrr... give me details.”  
Memories of Buffy trip with Marty flowed in her mind. 
"Well, on the first night, we arrived in Rome and had dinner at Da Enzo al 29.  I  had ordered this pasta with black truffles”,  Buffy mouth becomes moist as her memory takes over. "the sauce was just so creamy, and I actually dip my bread allll around the bowl.  The third night we made it to Sicily.  We had this bet in regards to who could find the best gelato.  It turned into this colossal scavenger hunt with the results of a how-to stop a brain freeze and recover from gelato coma. “
“Where can I find the best gelato when we go this Spring?”
“Oh, that simple, the best gelato spots… are the ones who give you two scoops for the price of one."
Laughter explodes through the room, and then a comfortable silence enters.
 Andi grabs her phone and pulls up her Instagram account. "Yes, I remember the gelato photo, which is your last post.  I guess you guys were staying in the moment."
Buffy smiles and takes a sip of her warm apple cider, she places it down in a swift move pulls her oversized sleeves up. "You can say that."
Andi leans in and looks at her friend Buffy, her long curly hair was framing her face. She noticed the red sweater that Andi believe was hers, which highlight her now red cheeks due to the cold weather. Before Andi could ask a question, Buffy did something that caught Andi’s attention when she ran her fingers through her hair.  
Buffy’s voice becomes softer as a whisper, "So, on the fifth night, it was Marty's turn to plan our activities. The only clue I had was that I should wear comfortable shoes for dancing  I picked the white crochet wrap dress we found at the vintage store when we were home last month, with my red ballets."
Andi places Buffy’s hand into her palm, as her thumb ghostly traces the thin band and around the center diamond.  She held her hand, letting the emotions rise to her eyes, remembering the first time, the seven-year-old held her hand, and now here they are twenty-six, and her best friend has a ring on it.
As she exhales and makes eye contact, "Dinner was lovely, we had pizza nothing really glamorous, but pizza in Italy should never be compared to the States, especially how well it goes with wine."
 "Just like your first date,” whispers Andi.
Buffy bites her bottom lip and nods, "I should have known something was up because we only have pizzas on our anniversaries. After dinner was over, we shared a minty gelato. "
"No Gelato wars?", interjects Andi.
Buffy shakes her head no.  
"The ride to our location was quiet.  I thought Marty was entering a food coma, so I just moved his arm around my shoulders and kissed his neck … Andi, we stop at the Teatro Greco Taormina. "Her eyes move back to her hand, "It's this massive open Greek theater that was carved out of rocks.  It’s gorgeous, and I was still oblivious … then my eyes saw the candles, my ears could hear a piano playing … then this tall, heavy-set man started to sing, and we were the only two people in the room."
"Oh .. Buffy.”
"For the first time I was speechless.. then Marty went ... down on his bend knee. When he asked me to marry him, and I said yes, the kiss was so different.  He wasn’t my boyfriend but my fiancé soon to be my husband.  That kiss completely moved all my emotions in overdrive.”
Andi finally lets her shriek out. "So fucking happy, for you both.  The ring, Buff..” Andi looks back at Buffy’s hand "He did very well."
"Yes, he did."
“This is great news but not on your page or his, why?"
" Well, we have three reasons why we ghosted social media. The first reason, I really wanted to stay in this glow of just us.  We were just engaged, and you have seen it Andi, every time someone becomes engaged. It's follow up with when’s the wedding, where’s the wedding and oh... congratulations. It's like we don't give the new couple time to just be engaged."
"Okay."
“Second, I wanted to share the news with our parents.  This is big news, and to think of sharing it through facetime was ... yucky" frowns Buffy.  
"Buff, it’s been two days since you have been back."
Buffy grab both of her best friends hand for over eighteen years hands, "Right, but I’m just seeing you, today.  Andi, you have been my best friend since we were seven years old.  We have been through good and bad, dumb fights, dance parties, different high schools, college .. but… you were the first person that knew I had some type of feelings for Marty before I would even admit to them.  You were the first to give us a couple name, "Muffy."
"I also gave you Barty too."
"Yes," Buffy laughs at her friend, "You were the first one to actually say, that we would be a great couple.  Our first double date ... that was with you and Jonah ... you were rooting for us before there was even an us” Buffy exhales, "How could I post a photo on Instagram and not share this moment with you in person?"
"Buffy," whispered Andi. "I love you ..  Muffy will rise."
"Um.. okay.. but for us to rise, I need one more thing." Andi wipes her tears on her, backhand, "Sure, what can I do?"
"No other place to see us rise, then standing next to me.  Andi Mack, will you do me the honor of being my Maid of Honor.”
"That depends. When I say, yes, will you finally post on IG or let Marty?”
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diabetesinsider · 7 years
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Blue Cheese Zuke Toss
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Tart, colorful, easy...a fast dinner main dish served with carrot/celery sticks on the side and chicken breast defrosted fast in the microwave (steamed in chicken broth on the stove top to finish cooking).  Works great as part of my diabetic diet plan and is a meal for the whole family.
1 box whole wheat pasta - penne, sea shell, elbow
olive oil
2 - 3 medium yellow crook neck squash, diced
4 green onions, chopped*
1/2 c. blue cheese, crumbled
salt and pepper to taste
Option:  Add 1 c. pine nuts for a change of pace
*Try using kitchen scissors to make this job go that much faster.
In a pot of boiling water, add pasta cooking to al dente (firm to the bite).  While draining, reserve 1/4 c. pasta water for later use.   In a large fry pan, saute squash and onion.  Add pasta, water, blue cheese, and salt/pepper.  Toss thoroughly and serve.
When I’m not tossing together a new, diabetic friendly pasta recipe, I’m sewing batik aprons for my online shop ( www.etsy.com/shop/topdrawerthreads ) or crocheting scarves from recycled yarn for my other shop ( www.etsy.com/shop/topdraweryarns ).  My daughter’s (and friend) have an online shop, www.etsy.com/shop/yesdesigns where they hand make and sell costume knickers, afghans knit from recycled yarn, and hemp jewelry.  My other daughter has an online shop, www.etsy.com/shop/shroombloombags , where whe designs and crochets mushroom inspired bags using recycled yarn.
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mondonguita · 3 years
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Finally found the source. It's on Etsy if anyone is interested
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diabetesinsider · 7 years
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Artichoke Olive Pasta Salad
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Nearly all the ingredients for this are right out of the cupboard - very convenient! In a pinch, you could use seeded slicing tomatoes instead of cherry, forego the mushrooms, and it would still be great. Great diabetic friendly salad idea, too!
1 c. whole wheat pasta - seashell, elbow, rotini
1 T. olive oil
1 - 14 oz. can olives, drained, sliced
1 - 12 oz. jar marinated artichoke hearts, reserve liquid, chopped
2 t. parsley, dried
1 t. basil, dried
dash salt and pepper
2 c. cherry tomatoes, halved
1 c. mushrooms, chopped
Cook pasta until just al dente, toss in olive oil until all are covered - not sticking together.  Add olives, artichokes with liquid, parsley, basil, salt, pepper, and tomatoes.  Toss thoroughly.  Add mushrooms at the last minute just before serving - they will darken if you put them in too far before serving.  This works well as a diabetic friendly sack lunch with an apple and crunchy vegetable on the the side.
When I’m not whipping up a fast to-go lunch, I’m sewing chef aprons for my online shop ( www.artyah.com/seller/topdrawerthreads ).  Or, I’m crocheting rag rugs from recycled materials for my other shop ( www.handmadeartists.com/shop/topdrawerthreads ). 
My daughter’s (and friend) have an online shop, www.etsy.com/shop/yesdesigns , where they hand made and sell knitted afghans, macrame jewelry, and knickers.  My other daughter has an online shop, www.etsy.com/shop/shroombloombags , where she designs and crochets mushroom shaped bags from recycled yarns.  If you’re on the go but want to stay in the know regarding great audio book listens - check out this blog, www.lendmeyourears2017.tumblr.com. 
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