it’s a known fact but sara bareilles really didn’t have to go that hard when she made love song
Fun fact: It’s not to a boy, but to her record company. They refused to release her album until she wrote them a love song to have as a single, since it was the most marketable in her genre. She was pissed about this, as she was happy with her album choices and didnt wanna force a kitschy single for those assholes.
So, this woman literally wrote this lyrical fuck you, and performed it, right for these guys. She verbally told them “I won’t write you a love song” and basically told them to stick it where the sun don’t shine but the producers /didn’t realize it was about them/ and accepted it as the single.
TLDR: Love Song by Sara Bareilles is a giant middle finger to music producers and big money interfering in art. Shes a badass
I like the idea of Dex being totally oblivious and unaware of when people are flirting with him. Not because he would get too flustered or he’s bad at flirting (he’s actually pretty good when he wants to) but is like they have the worst timing ever whenever they try?
Like, he’s in the middle of working on this goddamn code or reviewing team plays or he’s trying, through text messages, to mediate between his siblings and his parents or something like that and obviously he’s not going to be to be too focused on when others are trying to get his attention.
But the rest of the team realize and they attempt to give a helping hand trying to get Dex to see but Bitty gets distracted by his phone (“Seriously, who are you texting to so much?” “N-no one!”) every 5 minutes, Ransom and Holster oversell it and Dex isn’t convinced at all on their matchmaking ways, Chowder sometimes rambles too much and misses the point and Nursey…
Nursey is jealous, okay? As much as he doesn’t want to admit it he is and a year or so ago he would have been happy helping Dex have a relationship but now he’s not happy about it and is actually terrified that someday someone will have the right timing and manage to get what he has been craving and aching for.
But still interested in feeding yourself? What if I told you that there’s a woman with a blog who had to feed both herself and her young son…on 10 British pounds ($15/14 Euro) per week?
Let me tell you a thing.
This woman saved my life last year. Actually saved my life. I had a piggy bank full of change and that’s it. Many people in my fandom might remember that dark time as when I had to hock my writing skills in exchange for donations. I cried a lot then.
This is real talk, people: I marked down exactly what I needed to buy, totaled it, counted out that exact change, and then went to three different stores to buy what I needed so I didn’t have to dump a load of change on just one person. I was already embarrassed, but to feel people staring? Utter shame suffused me. The reasons behind that are another post all together.
AgirlcalledJack.com is run by a British woman who was on benefits for years. Things got desperate. She had to find a way to feed herself and her son using just the basics that could be found at the supermarket. But the recipes she came up with are amazing.
You have to consider the differing costs of things between countries, but if you just have three ingredients in your cupboard, this woman will tell you what to do with it. Check what you already have. Chances are you have the basics of a filling meal already.
Bake your own bread. It’s easier than you think. Here’s a list of many recipes, each using some variation of just plain flour, yeast, some oil, maybe water or lemon juice. And kneading bread is therapeutic.
She has a book, but many recipes can be found on her blog for free. She prices her recipes down to the cent, and every year she participates in a project called “Living Below the Line” where she has to live on 1 BP per day of food for five days.
Things improved for me a little, but her website is my go to. I learned how to bake bread (using my crockpot, but that was my own twist), and I have a little cart full of things that saved me back then, just in case I need them again. She gives you the tools to feed yourself, for very little money, and that’s a fabulous feeling.
Tip: Whenever you have a little extra money, buy a 10 dollar/pound/euro giftcard from your discount grocer. Stash it. That’s your super emergency money. Make sure they don’t charge by the month for lack of use, though.
I don’t care if it sounds like an advertisement–you won’t be buying anything from the site. What I DO care about is your mental, emotional, and physical health–and dammit, food’s right in the center of that.
If you don’t need this now, pass it on to someone who does. Pass it on anyway, because do you REALLY know which of the people in your life is in need? Which follower might be staring at their own piggy bank? Trust me: someone out there needs to see this.
Reblogging for all the impoverished students. Jack is the breadline queen. And if you don’t need this – donate to your nearest food bank, stat.
Reblogging for students, working folks, and everyone who’s ever had to choose between essentials at the store because you can only afford milk OR bread, not both.
in all honesty this is the most unreal, surreal, unimaginably magical thing i’ve ever seen in my life. they make sounds and i never knew. these things are gigantic. i’m so awed.
similar to how bitty has the tiny shorts that made jack miss a step on the porch, dex has a very well-fitting t-shirt that made nursey just fucking fall down the stairs
On April Fools Day the whole team dresses up as Dex.
Nursey waits until Dex is dressed and leaves the attic before texting everyone a description of what he’s wearing and imitating the outfit himself. As was the plan, Dex doesn’t notice at team breakfast that they’re all wearing red flannels over forest green t-shirts, despite the snickering coming from Chowder’s end of the table (Chowder, who is still wearing his Sharks hoodie under his Dex costume).
Over the course of the day, they add more and more “freckles” to their arms. Eventually the freckles start appearing on their faces. Nursey shows up to their biology gen ed COVERED in little Sharpie marks. Dex still doesn’t seem to notice.
They’re supposed to have a team dinner that night. There’s record attendance, and although he points this out, Dex still says nothing about his twenty-odd doppelgangers. Ransom, Holster, Lardo, Shitty, and Jack also show up wearing flannels and green t-shirts and covered in artificial freckles.
They’re all stuffed into the living room after dinner, and Dex goes to the bathroom. When he comes back, they’re all wearing truly ridiculous red wigs and staring at the doorway, waiting.
He’s looking at something on his phone when he walks in, and everybody just stares at him in silence as he makes his way over to his seat between Nursey and Tango.
He looks up. “Why is it so quiet in here all of a sudden?” he asks casually.
“Dex. Um. Babe.” Nursey gestures vaguely around the room.
Dex looks around at his teammates and his brows knit together. Nursey’s about to start laughing because /Oh, he finally got it!/ when Dex says, “What are you trying to tell me? I thought you were supposed to be good with words.”
Nursey sputters. “You don’t see…what we’re all wearing?”
Dex stares at him for a long time, a look of mild confusion on his face, until finally, he leans in close so that his lips are right by Nursey’s ear and says, completely deadpan, “April Fools.”
The Haus descends into chaos. Chowder starts babbling to himself. Ransom and Holster are jumping up and down, howling, “HOLY SHIT. BRO GOT US GOOD.” Jack and Bitty are looking at each other with eyebrows raised in surprise and amusement. Shitty has his face in his hands. Whiskey is laughing harder than anyone has ever seen him laugh. Tango looks confused. Lardo is the only one who claps. Nursey just blinks at Dex and the smirk on his lips.
Dex holds up his phone, open to the SMH group text. “You sent it to me, too, dumbass.”
Dex: Ugh, my hair color is so annoying, maybe I should dye it
Nursey, in the midst of his 39th Ode To Fall: You will NOT
just moving along like everyone else 