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pepperzzz039 · 8 months

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The appeal of Indian munchies is widespread

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suchananewsblog · 1 year

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6 Chicken Finger Foods That Will Make You Say 'Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner'

Who doesn’t love crispy appetisers? When it comes to non-veg options, chicken finger foods are some of the most popular ones. Although other types of meat and fish can also be used, chicken remains a common choice. Why? Because they are easy to prepare and also experiment with. Many chicken finger foods are deep-fried to a crisp brown colour. Inside, they have a range of delicious fillings and…

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yuturn · 2 years

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lua-magic · 3 months

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Intresting Astrology facts.

If your ancendent has Rahu, ketu, or even Saturn your present life will revolve around your past life, you will meet many past life relationships.

If your Jupiter is with Rahu, ketu or Saturn,or your ninth house has rahu, ketu or Saturn it also shows born to finish your pending karma of past life.

Mercury in water sign( 4,8and 12) natives are extremely creative.

Mercury in Earth sign (2,6 and 10) have logical approach.

Mercury in second house also shows that in your childhood, lot of preference to studies and reading were given.

Mercury in air sign, 3,7 and 11 are natives who could speak to anyone anytime.

Mercury in fire sign( 1,5,9) are self starters and can take lot of initiative.

Second house also shows your child hood upbringing and values that you were given in childhood.

Saturn in second house or in twelfth, and fifth house shows alot of importance were given to work.

Jupiter in second house is good, as it shows moral values were given to native.

If Jupiter is present in eighth, sixth and tenth house as well it shows good upbringing.

If Mars is present in second house, six house and seventh house it house, native in early childhood either seen lot of domestic fight, or was involved in some kind of sports or frequent fights.

Second house is also of wealth 🤑

If Rahu is present in second house, then native will receive sudden wealth and love to show-off to others.

Rahu in second house also shows lot of childhood traumas.

If ketu is in second house then native will receive wealth slowly but will not show to others.

Ketu in second house shows your detachment from family.

If your Jupiter has Mars or jupiter in ancendent then you will always feel divine presence in your life, especially no enemy can harm you.

If Jupiter is in sixth and tenth house, Jupiter blessings will come especially when someone try to defame you, or put wrong allegations in you or criticizes you.

Moon Venus in close conjunction or in trine, native has to face lot of blames in his life

If Rahu goes in twelfth house, then in this life you have pay lot for your karmic debt of your ancestors, but you will be liberated from your ancestral debts.

If your second lord is with melefics like Mars, Rahu and ketu, Saturn , sun or even Debilitated then it shows problematic and difficult childhood, only if Jupiter is not in second house or aspecting second house or second lord.

If you have Saturn retro or Jupiter retro it shows you are getting results of immediate past life karmas in this life or you are here to finish your immediate past life karmas.

Sun Rahu combination natives should avoid eating, "refined wheat flour" as wheat flour is sun but when you refine it, it becomes rahu, if you eat it, you will damage your sun.

Mars , Rahu and Saturn in second house native should avoid spicy food, (if possible avoid non veg) as you will damage your second house, second house is also your eating habits..

#vedic astrology #astro community #astro observations #astro notes #astrology

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petitsdieu · 1 month

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𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓!

alias / name : Melrose, commonly Mel. zodiac sign : Pisces, bby ( no one should be surprised ). height : Round up to 5'3”. hobbies : Writing, watching films/shows, various crafts ( embroidery, jewelry, watercolor, etc ), collecting vinyl records, photography, gardening ( edibles... veg, fruit, herbs, flowers ). favorite color : Pinks, plural. current book : Kinda on a break... but I have to finish: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes, Star Wars: Leia Princess of Alderaan, Jane Eyre, The Face on the Milk Carton. last song : Mr. Percocet by Noah Cyrus, like ten times in a row ( the way she sings... "You, are malevolent and benevolent. You are the devil that I revel in"... just scratches the right spot in my brain idk ). last film/show : Currently rewatching Nine Perfect Strangers. inspiration : There's so many influences and inspirations here! I pick and choose articles, items, and tropes... sometimes they pick her, sometimes my partners throw me things that stick. If I could only choose one though... Helen of Troy is the archetype that I build upon. Which is why you'll see a few Helen things floating in my headcanons tag and not just my inspo tag. And have at least one tag inspired by Her. story behind url : It translates to "little god". She's physically small, internally immense. And religion as non-religion has always been a thematic element around these parts. I like the idea of finding God in a Girl and said Girl finding God in other things and people. I could ramble on this but that's the short of it. ( Fun fact of relevance, if you ever see me capitalizing something that normally wouldn't be... like Her, when it's not a sentence starter or something else... it's a stylistic choice playing off how God's name and/or pronouns are sometimes capitalized. Sometimes it's for fun or vibes of current thread, sometimes it's me trying to point out something uber important ).

tagged by : @fawnworked tagging : @nightmarefuele @klaeus @elenaes @rejectory @bairdsings @bu11seye @ourpretender @felixferitas @finalslay @corruptedforce @v1ctimplagued + if we're mutuals pls do it! the url explanation only is gold. <3

#gardening fruit tho… hard… last year there was a three melon attempt and didn’t get any #* filed under — ( ooc ) ( the director the writer the sap )

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joysmileyay · 3 months

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i really think any leafy greens done right are the best starter veg btw i. or tomatoes

dude i told you im straight i dont fuck with that faggot shit *i lean back and my midriff is exposed, and you can see a very prominent belly ring*

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veganrecipebox · 6 months

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Borani Banjan is a popular Afghan side dish that stars eggplant as the central ingredient. The history of borani starts in Iran, where it’s enjoyed as a cold starter dish. But unlike its Persian ancestor, this Afghan version is nice and warm, perfect for winter. Best of all, it’s naturally vegan-friendly: no modifications are needed from the traditional recipe.

#vegan #vegan food #vegan recipes #vegan meal prep #vegan meals #vegan for life #vegan resources #vegan meal plan

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maelialuv · 2 years

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The One - Steve Harrington

had an idea to do a few fics based off of one of my favourite albums , 'Folklore' by Taylor Swift. Let me know if you like the idea!

Summary: You run into an old flame, which brings up memories of your whirlwind romance, and the day it ended.

Warnings: set three years after season four! bitter sweet fluff, angst.

Word count: 2.3K

At first, you only think it's him.

You hadn't seen Steve Harrington in nearly three years, since you were able to quit your job and finally go to college in the fall of '86. You were back home in Hawkins, a pull in your chest calling you back to the town - along with a delightfully quaint starter home out in the city. Close enough to home to be near family, far enough to live freely and start your adult life properly. Staying with your family again meant - just as it was when you were a clueless kid - your mom was sending you out on your bike to fetch groceries last minute for dinner.

So there you were, frozen in the fruit and vegetable section of a late night super market as you stared at the back of a man's head. From behind, you were unsure. Nowadays, big hair was more common. Steve's hair was very specific, and you were scrutinising every hair on the back of this unsuspecting stranger's head. Then he turned, grabbing a head of broccoli from a high shelf.

It was, in the flesh, Steve Harrington. The same as he ever was.

You had to fight an odd, yet familiar, urge to call out his name. It would be strange, given the lack of communication you'd held with him throughout your time away from Hawkins. You turned away , returning to the search for the bell peppers your mom asked for. Your hands shook as you grabbed them, jittering with the urge to talk to him. You shook yourself out of it, shoving the veg into your basket and turning to walk to the check out.

It was at that moment that Steve turned as well.

Your eyes met across the rows of apples and peaches. His own widened at the sight of you - the same, but different. You were more graceful than the baby faced girl he'd watched get on the coach at the station - unbeknownst to you, getting on unaware of an audience. But to Steve, you would always be the same. You had the same wide eyes, same scrunch of the nose when you were surprised. You just about dropped your food when you got a good look at him.

If was as if you'd never left, and that made your chest tight. He was exactly the same as the day you'd said goodbye. Same goofy, awkward smile. Same brown eyes that made your knees feel wobbly. Same Steve that you had loved, missed.

It was as though neither one of you was willing to speak first, to break the new layer of ice. It had been so long, maybe too long.

"Did your folks send you out for those?" he gestured to the peppers in your basket. Casual. Tone neutral. Your head was spinning.

"Y-yeah, uh," you pointed to the other things in your basket, "mom's making that stir fry I like. As a welcome home."

It was awkward. Too quiet. It felt wrong, Steve had been the person you could talk to. He didn't seem to feel the tension, taking a few steps closer to you. He quirked a brow when you didn't do the same. "What, am I gonna bite you? Get over here, weirdo."

He wrapped his arms around you - one over your shoulder, one round your waist- and you felt 19 again. Felt like you'd snuck out late to see Steve on your bike, your feet moving as fast as they could on the pedals as you sped to his house where he would wait on his porch for you, arms outstretched and welcoming. It put a guilty pang in your stomach, and you hugged him back. He even smelt the same, old spice and a pine needle freshness. It made your eyes sting.

You had been back in Hawkins for two days already, but there in Steve's arms you felt like you were finally back home. You didn't want to pull away when he did.

"How are you?" you asked, the small whisper of a grin sneaking on to your lips. You couldn't get over how gorgeous he still was.

"Great! Good, really good." He raised his left hand, wiggling his ring finger , on which was a thick gold band. "Tricked some poor girl into marrying me about a year ago."

It was a record scratch, cut the lights moment.

Steve was married.

You weren't fully surprised. He was always a romantic, desired the house and the picket fence and the family. While you were at college, Steve had met his girl. You felt strangely out of your body. In some odd, selfish way, you had always believed Steve would wait for you. Held on to the hope that one day he would show up at your door with flowers and a ring and ask you to be his when you were all grown up and mature. Reality smacked you right in the face as he pulled out his wallet and showed you the most beautiful bride you'd ever seen in your life.

"Oh my god, she's gorgeous." you couldn't help but say, bashful over your deluded fantasy. "Congratulations," you choked out.

You felt the familiar tingle of tears in your eyes.

"I uh, better get back, can't deprive Mom of her ingredients."

He could tell you were about to burst. Steve knew you like the back of his hand, even after all this time. You still had the same signs. Your nose was scrunching in the way he knew meant you were holding back tears. "Are you okay? You know, about it?"

"Oh my God, are you kidding?" you scoffed, "I am so happy for you and...?" you trailed off.

"Jenna,"

"I am so happy for you and Jenna, Steve. Truly." A tear slipped down your cheek as you spoke. You swiped it away as quick as you could, but Steve saw it.

Inside you knew you had waited for Steve. And the ring on his finger, the gorgeous wife in his wallet and waiting for him at home took the comforting rug out from under your feet.

Back before you left - before you even thought about leaving- you believed you could marry Steve. You believed one day after the two of you got better jobs than at Family Video or Scoops Ahoy that you would get serious, move in together, and settle down with one another. You had never thought that about any guy. Not before Steve, and not since. You thought Steve was it.

Then you left.

While it was the greatest years of your life so far, and you wouldn't take it back, you sometimes regretted leaving Hawkins. You regretted the way you left things with Steve, and regretted the way you hadn't stayed in contact. Maybe if you had....

"Hey," Steve said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We can talk, if you want." He reached into his basket, pulling out a six pack. "We can drink now, don't have to hide in an alley to do it."

So you found yourself on the hood of Steve's car, beer in hand, next to the guy you thought you'd marry one day. When you asked about the wedding, Steve apologised for not inviting you. "God, don't be sorry. I wouldn't have invited me." You took an indulgent sip. "I'm sorry I didn't stay in contact."

"That's okay," he said. While his tone was slightly sad, it was genuine. "You needed a fresh start. New place, new faces, no ex-boyfriend calling to tell you he got fired again." Steve turned to face you, eyes soft and bittersweet. "You don't have to be sorry for going to live your life. I wasn't going to hold you back anymore."

That had been one of the reasons you'd broken up that summer.

You had been saving from your job at Family Video for a car, then it was an apartment. Then that turned into you saving for college without telling your parents, friends, or even Steve. You kept it from him because , in some odd reverse way, you knew he would encourage you. And that would make you want to stay.

You had broken up on a Friday evening.

You biked to Steve's as fast as you could. You needed to tell him, and you needed to do it now. When the fence of the Harrington home came in to view, you flung your bike down on the lawn and ran to the porch. You repeatedly banged your fists on the door , knowing it was just Steve home. He came to the door immediately, and you regretted not rehearsing what you were going to say before hand. When he saw your frantic state, Steve was wrack with worry.

"What's going on-"

"I have to tell you something."

Steve could tell that you were serious, and ushered you in to the house without further question. You dragged him out to the pool and sat him on one of the loungers, sitting opposite him. You fiddled with your fingers, taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart.

"Babe, what's going on , you're scaring me."

You took the large envelope out of your jacket and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Steve said, brow furrowed in confusion and concern.

"It's an acceptance letter," you felt like you were going to puke. "An acceptance letter from Dartmouth."

Steve's brows raised in shock. "Dartmouth University?"

"Yeah," you nervously bit at the skin of your thumb. You'd kept your application process, the rejections, from Steve for almost two months. When your Dartmouth letter arrived that afternoon, you couldn't hold it back anymore. "I've been applying to colleges."

Steve's face changed from shocked to elated. He stood, raising you with him as he picked you up and spun you around. "That's amazing! Oh my God, congratulations!"

His joy made you feel enormously guilty. Steve frowned at your dismay. "Why am I the only one celebrating here?"

You didn't answer him.

"Babe?"

"They need me there in two weeks."

"Oh."

You sat back down, head in your hands as you fought with yourself. Steve's face crumpled; first it was shock, then confusion, then anger, then a look of heartbreak. It made your own heart sink to the pit of your stomach. After a long moment of silence - of Steve pacing with his hands on his head- you spoke.

"I'm not going."

"Like hell you are!"

Steve's sudden outburst scared you, jumping on the lounger slightly. He was angry, but not at you, and his face softened as he saw the look on yours. "Sorry," he said. He came to sit next to you. It was quiet again for a long moment. Steve pulled you to his chest. "You have to go," he said. It wasn't a question. He was telling you.

"I know," you said into his sweater, tears welling in your eyes as you stayed there. You both wanted to ask one question - the selfish question- but neither was willing to say it out loud. You wanted to kick yourself. You'd done this to him. You'd made him feel this way, the boy that never hurt you or did anything to make you feel anything less than a superhero. You cried into him.

You both knew what this would mean for the two of you. You both knew, but both of you couldn't face the reality. Couldn't acknowledge that the greatest love you'd known had an expiration date, a count down. When you heard Steve start to cry, you wanted to get on your knees and beg him not to let you go. But you knew he wouldn't do it. He would never, could never, hold you back. So he said what he knew.

"I love you."

You sat up, resting your forehead against his. "As I love you."

You spent the next thirteen days attached at the hip before you left. Your forbid Steve from seeing you onto the coach to New Hampshire. You were certain that if you saw his face, bleary eyed and loving, you would never leave.

Sitting next to him on the hood of his car, you felt the regret. Regret that you'd made him promise not to come - even though he had, watching you from the seclusion of his car where you wouldn't see him cry. Regret that you let him go. Regret that you never came back for him.

"Can I ask you something?" you said into the night. "Feel absolutely free not to answer."

"Shoot." he said, sipping his bear thoughtfully as he looked at you.

"If I hadn't gone," you sucked in a breath. "If I hadn't left when I did...."

You didn't have to say the words - 'would it have been me?'- for Steve to know what you meant. You had always been an open book to him.

Steve looked down at his feet resting on the bumper. He laughed a little to himself. "I used to ask myself the same thing," he took another sip from the bottle, letting his words hang in the air. "Maybe," he said. "I think so. I don't know."

A tear slipped down your cheek again as you stared ahead. You laughed as a thought entered your mind. "Invite me to the golden anniversary?"

Steve chuckled, raising his bottle to yours. "I'll put you on the top of the invite list."

The two of you finished your beers with quiet, thoughtful chatter. You got up, hugging each other tightly - both of you relishing the closure the moment had brought you. You bid your goodbyes, standing by your bike as Steve drove out of the parking lot. Home to his wife. And you rode home, groceries in your basket.

When you got home, you found a fresh diary in you moms office. On the final page you scribbled a note.

'July 2038 - Steve and Jenna's 50th Anniversary.'

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writelikeyouarerunningoutof · 19 days

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@potestmagice | liked for a starter.

"Oliver," Laurel starts, carefully, slowly, calmly. "You know I love you, but if you ate my very clearly marked ice-cream, they're never going to find your body." It has been a long day - a long week, even - and all she wants is to veg out on her couch and forget the cases she's been working on. But her ice-cream is gone, and Laurel is a teeny-tiny bit peeved. Oliver's getting the brunt of it because he's here.

#( i was supposed to do this AGES ago i am so sorry )#potestmagice #rp; laurel lance #rp; oliver queen #;ic post #;para post

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mettleborn · 23 days

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Closed starter for @etxrnaleclipse (Nigel Stones)

“Saw Marina checking you out at the bar last night.”

“Hm.” Barely entertaining the notion, the Sheriff continues to sip his coffee as he stares out of the window, watching as the town of Redwood slowly begins to wake up in the early morning sun. Shop owners are sweeping their porches and the local produce store is stacking fresh fruits and veg, ready for the day’s trade; a day like any other.

“I mean you’re gonna be what, 50 soon, surely one little date couldn’t hurt, right Sam?”

Narrowing his eyes at the younger deputy, Samuel can’t help but smile. “I’m gonna be 45 Ned…45, not God Damn 50…now, hey, stop obsessing over my love life and get me the Peterson file, will you? Son of a bitch skipped parole last night.”

Watching his deputy turn and leave, a deep sigh escapes Sheriff Silas as he once again swallows down the words he has refused to speak to anyone for well over a year now. Truth is, he has little interest in dating, or in finding love, not because its his choice to be alone but rather because he’s still suffering from a broken heart; one that still feels like an open wound that refuses to heal. The worst thing of course is that no one knows, no one even suspects it in fact, because the relationship he’s mourning was one he could never tell anyone about, not if he wanted to keep his job.

Receiving the file, he gives Ned a nod and sits down at his desk to go over the details.

“I hear Stones is back in town…”

“What?” Immediately Sam looks up at Ned, a shocked expression now on his face that his deputy can’t possibly understand. Surely it can’t be? After all this time? Has the former Sheriff really returned? The man who gave up on his job, this town and Sam, all on the same day?

“…got himself a job at the bank, workin’ security I think.”

“You’re sure it was him, have you seen him?”

“Been in town for a couple of days I think…hey, where you going?”

“To the bank.”

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As Sam hastily makes his way along the street, he can feel his heart pumping hard in his chest as he tries to cope with a rush of adrenaline that has caused him to feel both furious and nauseous in equal measure. Has Nigel really returned without a fucking word? All this time without a single call, text or even a letter and he just comes waltzing back to town?

Stopping in front of a clothing store window, Sam quickly straightens his uniform and smooths down his hair. He knows he shouldn’t care how he looks, but old habits die hard and he always tried to look his best for Nigel when they were…you know what, he doesn’t even have a word for it anymore - they weren’t dating, it wasn’t a relationship, it was a secret, more like an affair, but calling it an affair feels dirty, transient even, and it was more than that, so much more. A deputy shouldn’t sleep with his Sherrif and certainly should never fall in love with him and yet, over the course of many months, that was exactly what had happened, until the night that changed everything. Breathing out a sharp breath, Sam tries to steady himself, remembering that it was the trauma of the job that changed Nigel, not their relationship, though its hard sometimes to separate the two - the only reason Sam is Sheriff now is because Nigel resigned the position.

Reaching the bank, Sam glances through the window glass, but can’t see anyone inside. The place isn’t due to be open to customers for another hour, perhaps he made a mistake coming here so early in the day. It is then he sees him in the reflection behind him, standing a few paces back…that same face, the one that haunts Sam on sleepless nights, the one that just caused his stomach to lurch.

Turning to face Nigel, Sam struggles for a moment, unsure what to say, not because he hasn’t got anything to say but rather because he has too much; too many thoughts, too many arguments with Nigel that he’s constructed and re-constructed over in his head during all this time apart. It’s a strange feeling; the simultaneous need to hold someone close and at the same time punch them straight in the face.

“When were you gonna tell me?”

The question is accusatory but spoken softly, loaded with the kind of hurt Sam no longer has the strength to hide. It doesn't matter how many times you play a moment like this over in your mind, you're never quite prepared for the harsh reality of it.

"When?"

#Closed Starter #[samuel silas] blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice #Redwood verse variation #Nigel Stones #etxrnaleclipse #((okay so after our discussion today I couldn't help but write this immediately))#((It got a bit long scene setting XDD))

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