Just so you know, I haven’t taken to referring to myself in the third person. That was just Cody on my computer, forgetting that my computer would be logged in as me.
When I start referring to myself in the third person, you’ll know.
So somebody just asked about Sterek courtship fics and suddenly I thought, “What if Werewolves were like Mormons?”
everything always comes back to werewolves and mormons
If that story doesn’t end with everyone getting their own house on the moon after they die, i will be severly dissapointed.
Obv everyone gets THEIR OWN MOON. If regular Mormons can give everyone a planet, werewolf Mormons can give away moons.
Gonna be honest, now all I can think about is someone rewriting that fic where Mormons are like Gremlins and you can’t get them wet when they’re sleeping. And now I’m imagining a hidden desert colony of miniature Stileses and Dereks.
Someone please do this.
So last week me and my friend were trying out a faceswap app
And for some reason it wouldn’t recognise that there were 2 faces in the picture
So we tried it from a different angle and
I was really confused and kind of offended at what it’d done to my face
I hate to be the person who posts about her food, but I’m gonna be, just this once.
Last week, in an effort to change the way I eat, I signed up for a food delivery service that delivers fresh, organic, local produce to my door every Saturday. Yesterday was my first delivery, and I kind of feel like this was one of my best decisions ever.
I just made the most delicious dinner. I sauteed some beet greens with garlic and shallots, and mixed that with quinoa, toasted pine nuts, and dried cherries. I baked a sweet potato, and had half of it mashed with goat cheese and strawberries I roasted with balsamic vinegar. And, for the most boring part of the dish, I had a plain old chicken breast, cooked via this method, which has never failed me. I’ve also packed a lunch for tomorrow of the same thing, along with the fixings for a small spinach salad.
And I’m about to prep stuff for a morning green monster smoothie (sub Granny Smith apple for the banana, because [Kylie fact:] I absolutely under no circumstances do banana).
So I’m pretty proud of myself.
All of y’all are invited to come over to my house so I can cook for you, by the way.
Would it be ridiculous if I really wanted to reblog a post from like a month ago that I found in the Lindsey Buckingham tag just so that I can argue with the OP’s assertion that Tusk is the comparatively worst Stevie-and-Lindsey-era Fleetwood Mac album?
Because I really, really want to. I mean, come on, that is patently false!