A few weeks ago a 15-year-old called me “Grandma” for being able to remember when the first Twilight film came out, and I still haven’t mentally or emotionally processed this
tag the age u were when twilight came out (2008) i was ten
I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.
@swingsdown tagged me to post 9 selfies for 2018, and here we are! (also for someone who has taken as many selfies as i have, i sure don’t have many i like, eheh…)
also tumblr is a barren wasteland now so not sure who’s around for me to tag? @starcandii@joodlez
summary: When aspiring top chef (and anonymous creator of popular comedy baking blog) Marinette Dupain-Cheng is hired to cook at the famed restaurant La Confiture, she marks La Confiture’s sous chef, Adrien Agreste, as her rival and singlemindedly pursues her goal of surpassing him. But she quickly finds that there’s more to Adrien—and La Confiture—than she could ever have imagined, and suddenly, her dreams don’t seem so simple anymore. Cue backstage kitchen madness, lots of late night cooking, just as much late night dining, and a healthy dose of reluctantly falling in love.
Marinette had nearly forgotten about the fruit tarts. When she’d first seen them on the new menu for the week, she’d wondered, somewhat wildly, if Adrien secretly read her blog; after all, he’d introduced that dish into the dessert menu only two days after she’d posted about her fruit tarts. But even given Ladybug Patisserie’s immense popularity, she couldn’t imagine that Adrien Agreste, sous chef at one of the top restaurants in the country, found the time or the energy to read the weekly exploits of someone who couldn’t bake to save her life. It had to be a coincidence.
“Have a great dinner service, everyone. Just think—one more night, and then you get a nice three-day break for the Christmas holiday!”
The room cheered, and Adrien grinned, surveying the room. His eyes paused when they met Marinette’s. His head tilted to the side, and his lips quirked up ever so slightly at the corners, as if he were sharing a private joke with her that no one else in the room would understand. For a brief few seconds, Marinette felt the air leave her lungs, and then she blinked and forced herself to turn her attention back to her linguine.
It had to be a coincidence, she thought again to herself. Still, she was suddenly grateful she’d kept herself anonymous on the blog all these months.
does anyone remember sideways stories from wayside school??? those books were amazing and i hope new generations of kids are still discovering and reading and loving them
the very first chapter in the book has a teacher turning all her students into apples, and then being turned into an apple herself and being eaten by another unsuspecting teacher
