#cebas

[marv-el-spot]

Mí marido llenando la pava de acero con agua, porque la eléctrica se nos acaba de romper: ay me siento en la edad de piedra!

Yo: lo viejo funciona, Juan! Jajaja

[elbiotipo]

Me regalaron un termo Stalin, es lo mejor que me pasó en la vida

[amateurchefstuff]

CALDERETA DE PEIX

INGREDIENTS: Per a fer la caldereta es pot utilitzar diferents tipus de peix: llagosta, turbot, rap, lluç, sèpia, calamar…. – ½ kg. de peix de morralla ( pel fumet) – 2 ceba mitjana – 1 manat de julivert – 3 tomàquets madurs (grans) – 1 manat de cebes tendres – 2 alls – 4 patates – 250 cc. d’oli d’oliva verge PICADA: – Una mica de fetge de rap – Ametlles – 1 all – julivert – 1 copa de brandy…

[the-ultimate-squish]

[pachamama-radio]

Melgar: CEBA Rosendo Huirse cumple 47 años de educación con muros deteriorados

La institución educativa CEBA Rosendo Huirse en Santa Rosa, Melgar celebra hoy su 47 aniversario, sin embargo, sus muros presentan un notable deterioro. Esta situación ha generado una urgente preocupación en la comunidad, que busca apoyo municipal para preservar el recinto.

Fundada hace casi medio siglo por visionarios maestros y autoridades del recordado Agro 108, esta entidad desde entonces, ha sido un centro fundamental en la formación académica de innumerables generaciones en la localidad.

Las festividades por este importante aniversario ya se iniciaron con una emotiva serenata para los asistentes. Hoy, la jornada incluye el adorno de la institución, una celebración eucarística, un acto central y un almuerzo de confraternidad.

A lo largo de su historia, CEBA Rosendo Huirse ha demostrado su relevancia al brindar espacio a otras entidades. Se recuerda que el Instituto Superior Tecnológico de Santa Rosa fue cobijado en instalaciones del CEBA durante sus inicios.

Pese a la celebración, el notable deterioro de sus paredes genera preocupación en la comunidad educativa. Por ello, solicitan apoyo a la Municipalidad de Santa Rosa para construir un cerco perimétrico que evite situaciones lamentables.

La comunidad educativa y los pobladores de Santa Rosa festejan con optimismo este significativo aniversario. Es una valiosa oportunidad para celebrar los 47 años de continuo aporte al desarrollo del pueblo.

Melgar

via https://pachamamaradio.org/melgar-ceba-rosendo-huirse-cumple-47-anos-de-educacion-con-muros-deteriorados/

[negreabsolut]

L'oca de les cebes, per Vicki Sawyer.

[taxexpertblog]

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[humanculi]

"Mako Reactor" remixed by Beto Ceba.

[idon-twannabeperceived]

Mi primito d un año aprendió a cebarse mates con su vasito jabdhfjs CUTE (bue more like tererés xq obvio no tiene permitido agarrar el termo con agua muy caliente)

[leemurumim]

Headcanons del equipo Gai con el mate o algo así

Soy infumable

Tenten

No tiene ganas de renegar para curarlo y prefiere lo práctico

Lo toma tan caliente que se le quema la yerba

Siempre pero SIEMPRE lo acompaña con masitas-galletitas o facturas

Cuando está con sus compañeros no le importa cómo venga (sea frío, caliente, dulce, etc.), pero ni se te ocurra usar yerba saborizada porque te lo revolea

Rock Lee

Full clásico

No te aguanta un mate amargo ni de casualidad

Le pone azúcar o edulcorante

Se le llega a destrozar la montañita y se larga a llorar

Nada mejor que preparar unos buenos mates mañaneros antes de entrenar a las cinco de la madrugada

Se puede bajar dos termos él solo

Neji

Ese mate ya lo tiene de herencia

Lo toma amargo y moderadamente caliente

Siempre es él el que ceba

Rara vez lleva su mate a las juntadas porque siempre hay un boludo (Lee) que le pone azúcar y lo termina "arruinando"

Le movés un poquito la bombilla y te revienta

Might Gai

El mate de pezuña era de su viejo

Antes lo tomaba amargo, pero gracias a Lee se terminó acostumbrando al mate dulce

Su termo está lleno de stickers que le pegaron Tenten y Lee

No puede tomar con Kakashi porque este lo toma casi frío y el muy vago no cambia la yerba hasta que al mate lavado no se le rebalse la laguna

Siempre le mete yuyos, sobre todo cuando tiene indigestión

[babacomic]

world's largest dust REMADE

This comic was bothering me so I rewrote its latter half

Goopi: "Come see the world's largest dust!" Kyky: "Yep. That sure is some big dust." Lele: "Why am I getting the urge to save my game?" Ceba: "Maybe put an epilepsy warning on that." Goopi: "It's about 16 times the size of Tesho, and contains exactly four motes of- Wait! OMG! Is that the real Baba?" Ceba: "No, no. My name is Ceba." Goopi: "I loved your movies! Your role in Baba Files Taxes was superb! I'm flattered you came to see 4 giant grains of glitter." Ceba: "Listen to me! I'm not Baba. You can tell because I was drawn using the shape tool." Goopi: "Well, your cosplay is grea- Oh. I get it now." Kyky: "Have you tried painting yourself a different color? Orange would look good." Ceba: "Ew, no. That color only looks good in dialog boxes." Goopi: "Tangerine looks perfectly fine!" Lele: "I used to be cyan, but I think a rosy pink looks better." Kyky: "Hey, someone here happens to BE cyan!" (A fight breaks out. Meanwhile, Firfir and Wudwud are holding hands and watching the giant dust.) Wudwud: "I think I should get popcorn."

[amateurchefstuff]

Pollastre de pagès a la vinagreta d'olives

Ingredients: – 1 pollastre de pagès d’uns 3 kg. – 200 gr. de cansalada virada – 2 cebes – 2 porros – un ramet lligat amb llorer, farigola i orenga (farcellet) – 200 ml. de vinagre de Jerez – 200 ml. de xerès sec – 1 litre d’aigua mineral – 1 litre d’oli d’oliva 0,4 – sal i pebre – un xic d’oli d’oliva verge – 200 gr. d’olives verdes sevillanes – 200 gr. d’olives negres…

[the-ultimate-squish]

Please do not buy squishmallows irl unless purchased secondhand. Sources below

Squishmallow Alternatives + my current reasoning for the tournament (subject to change)

More info with sources

Official Boycott (this blog is not part of the official boycott)

[thegildedbee]

Fire/Night: May 20 & 21 Prompts from @calaisreno

[This current chapter and the previous ones are on Ao3.]

............................................................................................... As he begins to step off the train, Sherlock uncurls his fingers to let his mobile slide from his hand into the open space between the train carriage and the pavement's edge — although he’s removed the sim card, best not to have anything to hand that has an identification number since he's unsure as to what dangers lie ahead. He’s now untethered from communications, and about to step out onto a naked stage to begin a scene for which he does not have a script, although others surely do. He looks about with a keen eye, seeking to identify his contact – ah, there he is, it seems, a man perhaps a decade younger than himself, dressed neatly but inconspicuously, in black jeans and a heavy navy wool jacket, the asymmetrical opening buttoned closed at the shoulder. Sherlock inclines his head, as does the other man in response.

When Sherlock nears the path leading to the car park, the man toward whom he’s heading begins unfastening the coat, causing Sherlock to slow his stride and shift his weight, looking stealthily toward his left to identify any obstacles should he suddenly need to begin an evasive maneuver.

The man shakes his head slightly, and places his hand, fingers spread and pressed flat against his heart, for a brief moment, and then holds up his index finger. Looking closely, Sherlock sees that he is wearing a vibrant blue shirt, patterned with silver-outlined cranes. He calms, and awards points to his contact; nice touch, that. Although he subtracts points for needlessly tripping the threat alarm of a person on approach.

“Dr. Scott?” the stranger inquires, clearly expecting the nod of confirmation that Sherlock gives; he seems to have been at least minimally briefed. Sherlock hopes that this means they’re not flying blind.

“Greetings, sir. I am Ceba Trungpa, education section head of The Council for the Preservation of Sacred Cranes, at your service – I am here to help you complete your itinerary for the day,��� he says pleasantly, speaking in Mandarin. With two hands, he holds out his business card and bows slightly; Sherlock accepts the card in the same manner, including responding with a careful bow. The front, written in English, is straightforward: name, title, organization. These words also appear on the back, although this time in Mandarin, and in a smaller font, to make room for some additional lines, which look to be numbers related to addresses and mobile contact details. Shorn of the letters, however, Sherlock decodes the numerals as indicating map coordinates; it’s not likely to be a coincidence, for the result works out to be roughly five miles from where they now stand, in a slightly northeasterly direction. He scrutinizes the card further, but concludes that he’s extracted all the information to be had, which leaves him only marginally less in the dark.

“I am grateful for your assistance, Mr. Trungpa,” Sherlock replies, also in Mandarin. “As you have been informed, I have come from Shigatse, where, out in the field, I was honored to have seen four pairs of the noble black-necked crane nesting safely. A rare privilege.”

Trungpa does up his coat, and nods his head. “Indeed, you are quite fortunate to have been absent from Lhasa in such safe surroundings, and to have been able to view such a high-priority scene -- a very fine outcome,” he says blandly, with an affable smile. “Black-necked cranes are remarkable creatures, as you know. Beautiful and fascinating in themselves, but also a flagship species for assessing the environmental status of the Tibetan plateau. Your photographs and field observations are most welcome, and it is certain that they will be of significant interest to many.” He gestures toward the car park. “If you are ready to join me, please come this way; my vehicle is at the far end from where we are – the jeep near the entrance. Do you see?”

“Yes, I do. Thank you. If I may, what is our itinerary?”

“Of course. You are to finish your day by visiting Drak Yerpa, a Buddhist pilgrimage site, located in a valley on the northern bank of the Kyichu. It will take us perhaps an hour to arrive there. It consists of a monastery and a number of ancient meditation caves, carved into the steep limestone cliffs. As you may have read, it was created in the seventh century, and at one time housed several hundred monks. Nearly all was destroyed when the Chinese came; but the caves remain, and there has been rebuilding. In our own time, ten monks have permission from the authorities to be in residence. I can assure you that it is a remarkable introduction to the traditions of Tibetan Buddhism.”

Sherlock takes this in, wondering what advantage will be gained by this turn of events. “This sounds most intriguing. I thank you for this opportunity for enlightenment.”

Trungpa halts briefly, looking closely at Sherlock with an air of gravity as he also comes to a stop. "It was thought this would be an excellent place for you to begin your departure from Lhasa. In addition to exploring the site, there are many interesting bird species in the area – pheasants, finches, sparrows, larks, partridges, geese, vultures.”

“I see,” Sherlock says slowly, not sure that he does. If the man is an operative of some sort, he is giving almost nothing away; he is doing a commendable job of seeming to be nothing more than what his putative business card says he is.

“Am I correct that I will be required to trek beyond the monastery site itself in quest of these sights?”

“Yes, you are indeed correct. In particular, if you proceed some distance away, after dusk you will encounter a Blackhawk.”

And there it is, Sherlock thinks to himself, the sum and substance of this foray. He tries to convey by the slight nod of his head that he understands the import of that last statement.

"And will you be joining me for that later portion of the schedule?” he says mildly, mentally inching his way toward a determination of what the mechanics will be that bring his visit to Tibet to its end. He is very nearly sure that these developments are being overseen by his brother, but he remains wary of assuming too much, too soon, lest he make a ruinous error.

Trungpa begins moving forward, and bids Sherlock continue with him. "I regret to say that will not be possible. I will be leaving near 17.30, when Drak Yerpa closes for visitation. Prior to this I will convey information regarding which direction it would be most profitable for you to proceed in order to have maximum success.”

When they reach the vehicle, Trungpa indicates that Sherlock should seat himself in the back, while he takes the wheel. Once they are both settled, he adds, “I should note that the elevation will increase another one thousand metres as compared to our current altitude. You will need to pace yourself accordingly. For now, please, just sit back and rest.”

The barest of outlines seems to be coming into view, Sherlock muses; he will need to hike a mile or so beyond the caves, using his compass to find the exact placement. If he has not been deceived – either deliberately, or through his own miscalculation – a Blackhawk helicopter will arrive to extract him soon after nightfall.

“That is excellent advice. I have indeed found the altitude to be challenging.” Contemplating the rendezvous to come, he asks, casually, “Are there 'bears' in the vicinity? Would one need to have some sort of weapon to hand?” He carries several, not least an intimidating knife concealed in his right boot. Best to know if trouble is expected.

“According to my current information, it is highly unlikely, and you need not concern yourself with such a scenario,” Trungpa answers, making eye contact with Sherlock in the mirror. He turns slightly to look at him person, his eyes taking on a teasing glint. “Nor do you need fear encountering a Yeti.”

“Good to know,” Sherlock says with a chuckle. He settles back into the seat, and pulls a banknote from a trouser pocket, and in self-soothing gestures, folds it, then unfolds it, smooths it out, and then folds it again to occupy his hands. He closes his eyes, and internally surveys the disordered pathway to the Asian museum exhibit space in his mind palace.

On the passing of the half-hour, he opens his eyes, and scans the passing landscape of grazing yaks and small farms amidst the winding roadway. He wishes he knew more specifically the cause of the instruction that he steer clear of his hotel, and to continue on as Dr. William Scott, rather than re-inhabiting Gabriel Vernet's persona. He has been careful to try and keep under the radar of Moriarty's network by engaging only lower and middle level confederates to date, and by spreading his efforts widely, dispersed across great distances. He has been keen to avoid establishing data points that might make a pattern of effort evident, attracting attention from the leadership, and prompting reconsiderations of his status as deceased. He is anxious to learn what he may have done wrong, and whether it will affect what comes next.

Upon their arrival, Trungpa suggests they stop at the teahouse situated below the cave complex. Although his stomach is reluctant to receive food, Sherlock knows that eating at least a small meal will help fortify him for whatever complications may lie ahead, and so he chooses some meat and cheese dumplings and sweet tea. As he watches Trungpa pay up front for their orders, he catches a glimpse of a piece of paper being passed to him, and reminds himself to stay alert.

During their long climb to the caves, and then as they tread along the extensive trail that connects them, they cross paths with very few people. As a guide, Trungpa is quite knowledgeable, explaining the meanings behind various statues and wall paintings, as well as stories that have been handed down from past centuries that assign specific caves to having been inhabited by particular holy men for years in meditative retreat.

It is said that one of these very monks from the ninth century spent years in solitary meditation in one of the caves, until mounting a horse and riding to the emperor's palace, where he shot an arrow through the heart of the man who would be the last ruler of the Tibetan empire, assassinated for his hostility to Buddhism, his death ushering in what came to be known as the Era of Fragmentation. Trungpa relates that he then returned to spend further years in meditation, having eluded capture by escaping to the riverbank, whereupon he reversed his black robe so that the white lining was now visible, and in wading his horse through the river, the charcoal he had used to color the animal black was washed away. There is another tale, which gives the horse's name as Silver Blaze, in honor of the speed with which his hooves pounded across the plateau, as swift as a flashing sword. Sherlock senses that his companion is particularly invested in this story, and he wonders if it resonates as more than sacred history, but also as an image that symbolizes a vein of resistance to the Chinese occupation of what their leaders style as the Autonomous Region of Tibet.

As they approach one of the furthest caves, Trungpa indicates that they should move behind a crag a short distance beyond, which will shield them from view. It is a location that opens out onto rocky terrain, which Sherlock grasps is where he will begin his trek. His guide verifies that the business card reveals map coordinates, and gives Sherlock a basic orientation to the topography that lies before him. He shakes Sherlock’s hand, and passes on the paper that he had received below. He has been told that the message contains no information of immediate necessity, and suggests that Sherlock make haste to move toward the meeting point, and only then, when safely arrived, read the message. He then speaks several sentences in Tibetan, places the palms of his hands together and bows, and lastly uses English to ask that the next phase of Sherlock's journey be auspicious, safe, and marked by good fortune.

Sherlock draws out a leather wallet and places the paper inside, and then draws a paper object of his own from his jacket pocket. He presents Trungpa with the banknote that he had been toying with inside the jeep, which he had fashioned into an origami crane. He, too, bids his companion safe travels and good fortune, and bows, and then swiftly sets to make his way without looking back. The sun is beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long bruise-colored shadows from the slopes of the mountains, while at the same time coloring the snow-covered peaks as if they are on fire.

He hopes that his camouflaged field jacket will aid him in making his way to the site without being noticed, until the night's sweeping robe of darkness hides him from view, as he waits to meet whatever fate has in store for him.

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[capricosalvation]

🇦🇷25 de Mayo Special🇦🇷 Star x Arg!Fem! Reader (a couple of silly things and travelling headcannons)

⊹ Feliz 25 de Mayo, viva la patria! ^^

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

• Cathleen do likes to travel, She enjoys a break from work (when She has one) so when you invited her to your country she was like an exited puppy, there was a month before the flight and she already knew basic Words, places she would like to see, food she would like to eat and that little data You can find in the touristic videos. It was cute tbh, it reminded You Of a kid on Disney.

•When both Of You arrived, She was ecstatic, Even if there was some sad things, like homeless people on the Main city, She would kindly give Them some money. You Didnt had the chance to change the dollars for pesos, so lets say that those homeless people were really really happy. (At the time i'm writing this, one dollar is equivalent of 890 pesos argentinos)

• For her, the food Is absolutely heavenly. She Isnt very picky With food, and the fact that is the food of Your land makes her like it even more. It's obvious that She likes asado, but She was amazed to see lots and lots of artisanal ice cream places. There was a gummy bear flavor in one of those places!

• Lets Say You wake up at Night only to find her infront of the fridge With a empanada on her mouth (sin doble sentido)

• You were driving to a little town that had a lagoon. San Miguel del Monte, a gorgeous place. Then You asked her "Gorda me cebas unos mates?" She then abruptly looked at You, confused "Did You just called me Fat?"

You then explained her that Gorda can Mean fat, but in argentinian mannerisms it is a pet name, like a "dearie/dear". You also explained that the word Torta means cake, but in argentinian mannerisms it also means Lesbian. She then let a loud "ooohhhhh i understand now!", She's very eager to learn and understand the jokes that your friends made. "If i'm a cake then... What cake would You think i would be?" - She said, in a joking manner with a smug smile. What cake would She be?

• Cassie dressed like a gaucho dancing "chacarera del olvido" with Y/N dressed up as a paisana.. She would try her hardest to dance, and she actually does decently! The shy look an her face after it is priceless! Please fill her face With kisses and tell her She made it right! (SOMEONE PLEASE DRAW THAT)

• She would use the Boca Juniors oversiced shirt you gifted her as a Pijama. Imagine the sight Of her with that shirt and her undies. Her face still groggy as She asks You if there are some remaining coquitos bc She LOVES THEM.

• Imagine her in a typical party, the saturated cumbia on the speakers, then. El carnaval carioca.

• She would be confused, but trying Her best. Someone gave her a matraca and some silly spectacles. She looks so cute yet ankwardly trying to blend in, the Mountain of a woman in the train of party people, she looks at you with a face that screams "take me out of here, im confused and scared", but when the ankwardness goes away, She enjoys the party. But She's still confused about the Meneaito. If You want to laught Your ass off and then get punished in bedroom by her, make her dance alongside the family. Don't forget to record her!

• As an important person, She attended some military parties, and got interested in learning the history of the land of her beloved. Because it's not only gauchos and meat. Not even tango!

• She got herself like five books, which She reads at night (With her reading glasses, that make her look 20/ more hotter). She wants to know more of the woman She loves and swears to protect, and part of her is the history of the land that saw her grow.

• Cathleen wants to be an expert in the T/N subject, not only her tastes and body languaje, She want to know what You learned at school when You were little, those nostalgic flavors you tasted, those party nights that left You dysphonic,and much more. Cassie wants to know her little Star like the palm of her hand<3

𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

𓆟 Hi guys, sorry for the delay, i had lots Of work to do. The next work is going to be "Songs That remind me Of Star". A personal take, it's going to have songs that i think She would listen, and songs that i listen and that I associate with her.

𓆉I hope You liked it, i'll try to make it better next time!

[twofielder]

Coin of the Day #29 (6/2/2024)

A nice one from a lot I just picked up…

Roman Province - Phrygia

AE22 - 5.19g

Septimius Severus 193-211 AD

Hadrianopolis-Sebaste Mint

Obverse AY KA CEΠ CEYHPOC

Bust of Septimius Severus right, laureate, draped, cuirassed

Reverse AΔΡΙΑΝΟΠΟ CEBA

Tyche standing left, holding rudder and cornucopiae