bouchemordue:

nothing is awkward or cheesy if you dont give a fuck. im on this earth to have a good time not to be seen as cool

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ivyrobinson:

are you even a true Content Creator until you spend hours on an edit/idea you know no one cares about

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mylittleredgirl:

mycaptainsharon:

mylittleredgirl:

I keep trying to like red wine like a grown-up but like … it’s rotten grapes, guys. You can drink things that don’t taste like rotten grapes. Why

Okay I don’t know when this post is from (I came across it stalking multiple blogs). But in case this might help, here is a brief science/wine lesson.

To start off, some facts:

-White wine is made from sweet pulp inside of the grape (minus the seeds).

-Red wine is made from both the skin and the grape (and the seeds and stems…sometimes? Can’t remember).

-Tannin is the substance found in red wines, coffee, dark chocolate. Tannins are responsible for the bitter taste in those foods.

-Tannins are found in the skin of the grape, as well as the seeds and the stems. Therefore, most red wines will have tannins, versus most whites will not have tannins.

-Red wines vary in level of tannins, depending on variety of grape, climate, and fermentation process. Pinot noir tends to be very low tannin. Shiraz/Syrah, choice of poison for our beloved brunette surgeon, is very heavy on the tannins.

-Some white wines (most commonly Chardonnay) are aged in oak barrels instead of metal containers. Oak barrels have tannins, which seeps into the wine during the fermentation process. That’s why Chardonnays tend to be “drier” aka it has tannins.

-White wines like Sauvingnon Blancs are usually fermented in steel barrels (aka no tannins. Aka usually very fruity and light and sweet).

Your ability to taste tannins is genetic.

There is a genetic marker determining whether your taste cells are sensitive to tannins.

Basically two people can drink the exact same wine and have wildly different reactions because:
1. Person A can’t taste tannins, so they taste the actual wine flavor.
2. Person B can taste tannins, and that tends to overpower ALL the other flavors in the wine. Basically all they taste is tannins and none of the wine.

I am super tannin sensitive, so if I drink a wine like Cabernet Sauvignon (very tannin heavy, aka “very dry”, it tastes like bitter ethanol alcohol to me, whereas my best friend can’t taste tannins so the same wine is maybe a little bitter but they can actually taste the grape and different flavors. To her, a wine like Sauv Blanc is too sweet, tastes like sugar water. But to me it tastes good.

So unless it’s the taste of the alcohol or all wines you hate, chances are you might hate the taste of red wine, especially the heavier red wines, because taste the tannin overpowers everything else. And all you taste is bitter bitter ethanol bitter more ethanol. 

More tannin info:
-Tannins bind to fat.

-This is why tannin heavy wines are recommended with fatty foods (Shiraz and steak). Whenever you eat food with high fat content, the fat builds up on your tongue. A sip of red wine will bind with the fat on your tongue and clear it away. That’s why the sip of wine between bites of fat heavy foods is considered a palate cleanser.

-By that logic, this is why white wines are recommended with low fat foods, like fish. Salmon is fattier than most fish, which is why Chardonnay (tannin heavy white wine) or Pinot Noir (low tannin red wine) is recommended with salmon.

-People who are sensitive to tannins can drink tannin heavy red wines with fatty food and generally the wine won’t taste gross. The fat on your tongue (from that steak) will bind with the tannin and neutralize the tannin taste. Aka the only time I ever drink Cabernet Sauvignon or Shiraz is with a steak or heavy, creamy pasta. Aka never bc I don’t often eat either.

-The reason dairy helps coffee taste better is because the fat in milk/creams binds with the tannins in coffee and neutralizes the bitter taste. This is why people who can’t taste tannins can generally drink coffee black without milk (sugar is a different story). It’s also why almond milk in coffee is the worst idea (almond milk is already bitter and has no fat).

More wine facts:
-90% of the “aromas” of wine are marketing BS

-You know the labels that say like “cherry with a hint of blackberry?” There’s no real way to infuse cherry or blackberry into grape wine without screwing with the fermentation process. It’s all created by the wine marketing industry to sell you win. Sometimes if you smell cherry before you drink the wine, you might taste it in the wine (because majority of flavor comes from smell). Or if you think there is cherry flavor in the wine, your brain can trick your taste buds into tasting it.

-The only true flavors found in real grape wine are grapes (obviously), oak/earthy flavor (the barrels), vanilla (barrels, oak sticks), tannins. (There are a few others but can’t remember. I think maybe cinnamon?).

-People’s perception of wine often affect how good it tastes to them. Social psychology studies show that people will rate the exact same wine differently if they’re told the wines are different in price. (They rated the more expensive wine as tastier).

tl;dr
Whether you can taste tannins is genetic. Exact same wines taste different for different people depending on your genetic makeup. If you’re sensitive to tannins, red wines won’t taste like anything other than bitter alcohol. Genetics/tannins are why people generally have preferences for red or whites.

this is extremely informative and i have learned a thing about myself, which is that i CLEARLY inherited the tannin-tasting genes from my teatotaling mother and not from my dad who subsists entirely on espresso and cabernet sauvignon.

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thomas-must-get-to-sleep:

sanders-trash-4ever:

softestvirgil:

fandomsandanythingelse:

leesacrakon:

dr-gloom:

writing-prompt-s:

If you’re over 25 and haven’t done something remarkable, you are hunted down and killed. Some people invent things. Some make cures for diseases. Others become established members of their community. You’re pushing 30, and somehow not dead yet, even though you cant think of a single thing you’ve done thats remarkable in any way. Why aren’t you dead?

Everyone knew about the deadline. 

Not the one for your history paper, or that library book you’ve gotten three extensions on because you’re too busy to read it. No, this deadline was far more important.

This was quite literally life or death.

Of course, for someone like Virgil who’s constantly worrying and stressing over the things he says, does, and thinks, this deadline is like a glaring neon sign. Even sparing more than a moment to think about it is enough to make his heartbeat speed up and his breathing go a little funny. 

He had to do something “remarkable” by the time of his 25th birthday, or he would be killed. 

This law had been in place for so long that people weren’t entirely sure why it even existed, yet no one dared to question it. Instead, a majority of children’s time spent in school was dedicated towards finding their talents, or even just something that interested them, and figuring out what remarkable thing they could do that would be good enough to mean they could live a long, happy life. 

Virgil tried not to think about his own failures too much. All throughout his schooling he was taunted and teased and exiled because of his apparent lack of any kind of skill. Everyone was certain that he’d never meet the deadline. Even his own parents had resigned themselves to the fact that their only child wouldn’t have a 26th birthday. 

Once Virgil turned 20, the pressure was really on. Any friends, family, or even strangers with a big heart who took five minutes to talk to him tried to help him figure out something, anything to save him. The pressure was immense. It was crushing. It was depressing. 

Because he wasn’t good enough at anything. He couldn’t write some deeply impactful story, or paint a masterpiece, or lead a musical revolution. He couldn’t motivate anyone with insightful speeches, save animals from tragedy, or discover the cure for AIDs. 

No, Virgil was a bagger at the local grocery store. He owned a small apartment with minimal decorations and listened to music too loudly and never spoke unless spoken to. By 23 he’d resigned himself to his fate. 

On his 25th birthday, he’d been woken up by a phone call and listened to his mother cry. He spent the day indoors, not bothering to celebrate another year made around the sun. He watched Steven Universe and he listened to all of Folie A Deux, his favorite album, and he waited. 

Five years later, he’s still waiting, and he has no idea why. 

The past five years have been far more stressful for everyone than the 25 years before that. Everyone wondered - but no one voiced - if maybe there was some sort of bug in the system. Had Virgil been forgotten? It seemed like the ultimate kind of irony; so unremarkable the government didn’t even know he existed. 

He’d have nightmares several times a week of shadowed figures breaking into his apartment and taking him away to be executed. He’d wake up in a cold sweat, clinging to his blankets and wishing for death just so he could have a break. 

It was on the mornings after these nightmares that he always met up for coffee with his friend Patton. 

Virgil had met Patton when they were both just 16 years old. Virgil had bumped into him as they were both walking outside in the middle of the rain and offered to make it up to the other by buying him hot chocolate, and the rest was history. 

They became incredibly close. Patton was the only person in Virgil’s life who seemed absolutely sure that Virgil wouldn’t be killed, and he was always the one Virgil went to after the nightmares for this reason. Patton was the human equivalent of a ray of sunshine, and after one of those nights, Virgil needed a little sunlight in his days. 

It was on one of these mornings, over cups of hot chocolate outside their usual cafe, when Virgil had finally voiced the thoughts that had been plaguing him for five years. 

“Why am I not dead yet? It’s been… It’s been five years, and I haven’t done anything with my life. Why am I still here?”

He was only met with silence. Truthfully, he expected Patton to get angry, as he’s prone to do when Virgil becomes self-deprecating. He wasn’t expecting total silence. He tentatively looks up into the confused face of his best friend, bright blue eyes wide behind round glasses. 

“Virge… You mean you really don’t know?”

Now it was Virgil’s turn to be confused. He hunched his shoulders, using the stirring stick he’d been biting to stir his hot chocolate. “Know what?”

Patton’s expression melted into one of sad understanding. He sat back in his chair and smiled at his friend. “You did your remarkable thing when we were 16, Virge. The day we met?”

Virgil looks up.

“You saved me from myself.”

AAAAAAAAAAA

Kdoeoekekwjwkdowoskdkrjecjoeviejcoowoqpqfjjekfoe I love this omgggggg

Oh no, I’m crying again

I have VERY MANY EMOTIONS

THIS IS AMAZING BUT ALSO I MIGHT SCREAM

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Words to replace said, except this actually helps

whispersandwhiskerburn:

imagines–assemble:

msocasey:

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO
Acknowledged
Answered
Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK
Added
Implored
Inquired
Insisted
Proposed
Queried
Questioned
Recommended
Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY
Admitted
Apologized
Conceded
Confessed
Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE
Advised
Criticized
Suggested

JUST CHECKING
Affirmed
Agreed
Alleged
Confirmed

LOUD
Announced
Chanted
Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL
Appealed
Disclosed
Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT
Argued
Barked
Challenged
Cursed
Fumed
Growled
Hissed
Roared
Swore

SMARTASS
Articulated
Asserted
Assured
Avowed
Claimed
Commanded
Cross-examined
Demanded
Digressed
Directed
Foretold
Instructed
Interrupted
Predicted
Proclaimed
Quoted
Theorized

ASSHOLE
Bellowed
Boasted
Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK
Babbled
Bawled
Mumbled
Sputtered
Stammered
Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER
Bargained
Divulged
Disclosed
Exhorted

FIRST OFF
Began

LASTLY
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Concurred

WEAK PUSY
Begged
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Complained
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Faltered
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HAPPY/LOL
Cajoled
Exclaimed
Gushed
Jested
Joked
Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED
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Jabbered
Raved

BRUH, CHILL
Cautioned
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ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG
Chided
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Objected
Ranted
Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE
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Observed
Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY
Enunciated
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Hinted
Implied
Lectured
Reiterated
Recited
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Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME
Confided
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Urged

FINE
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Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS
Croaked
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Pledged
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Sympathized
Wailed
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JUST SAYING
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Decreed
Mentioned
Noted
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Postulated
Speculated
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Told
Vouched

WASN’T ME
Denied
Lied

EVIL SMARTASS
Dictated
Equivocated
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Reprimanded
Threatened

BORED
Droned
Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME
Echoed
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Uttered
Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN
Exaggerated
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Preached

OH SHIT
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Marveled
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Yelped
Yelled

ANNOYED
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Scolded
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Sneered

ANNOYING
Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER
Guessed
Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM
Hooted
Howled
Yowled

I WONDER
Pondered
Voiced
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OH, YEAH, WHOOPS
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Recited
Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH
Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD
Scoffed
Snickered
Snorted

BITCHY
Tattled
Taunted
Teased

reblog to save a writer 

Reblog because the titles for each category are comedy gold.

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everythings-onfirebut-itsfine:

I saw Mary Poppins Returns today:

1. I cried twice
2. Lin Manuel Miranda and Emily Blunt are the Muiscal Power Duo I didn’t know I needed
3. If you’ve ever struggled with depression, or if you’re in the middle of something that’s causing you a lot of hurt PLEASE go see this movie. I can’t stress enough the power of feeling like a child and being filled with kind of wonder that only Mary Poppins can give you.