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kayentokk · 4 months

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Easy Peasy Sukuna Squeezey(Part 2);Fuck It.

Pairing;Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Summary;Sukuna has found a solution? Kind of, one hint though. It’s not ice cream.

Contains;fluff, little argument, not an adult way to deal with problems, cussing, chef Sukuna, totally not feelings(that Sukuna doesn’t have for you), life is ass sometimes, soft Sukuna

Wc;1,719

A/N;Okay, so I definitely went heavy on the chef Sukuna.

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“I hope you’re hungry for pasta ‘cause that’s what m’makin,” he lowly grumbled walking into the kitchen.

“Yeah pasta is fine.”

You’ve watched Sukuna cook a multitude of times, and each time he looks so comfortable. So at peace, well when he’s not cussing out the stove for taking a long time to heat up.

“Y’want garlic bread?”

“With cheese on top?”

“Are ya askin me?” He teases.

“Sukuna-,” you started to retort with an irritated tone.

“Ask nicely, y/n.”

You just mumbled out a low “can you put cheese on top?”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Oh my Go-“

“It’s just one word, sweetness.”

You rolled your eyes at the saccharine nickname coming from his lips, “Sukuna you’re seriously on my last-“

“Hmmm?” He feigned innocence while cutting you off again.

You let out a defeated sigh mixed with agitation and said, “please?”

“Seeee? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Oh yeah, so glad it amused you,” you replied rolling your eyes once again.

“It did.”

Sukuna turned the stove up, the small notches making little tick noises each time the setting changed, and began to boil the pasta.

He was always meticulous about the way he cut up the vegetables and such, one time you even asked him why it mattered and he grumbled something about how eating ugly vegetables is gross. You weren’t exactly sure how one little crooked square would make it ugly since it’s all going in the same pot, but to each their own right?

“You should be a chef,” you blurted out.

It wasn’t a bad thought, just an inside one. But who wouldn’t want to see a chef Sukuna? The lean but buff figure putting garnishes on top of things and his triceps and forearms flexing each time he stirred a pot or chopped a veggie. His forehead collecting little beads of sweat from the steam of the pot he just opened to taste the contents. His fingers cupped underneath the spoon, and his cool breath blowing on the spoon causing his lips to purse-

“Y/n,” he says snapping his fingers to pull you back to planet Earth.

You immediately refocused your attention on the present moment and nervously asked, “yes?”

“Are y’gonna taste this sauce? Or just keep staring off into space?”

Then you noticed the wooden spoon in front of you and hastily tasted the sauce.

“It’s good!”

“Yeah,” he replied, “but as awesome as this tastes I was telling you, before you went all spacey on me, that a chef isn’t exactly the job f’me.”

“What,” you said with a pout, “why not? You’re so good at it. I could even be like your sous chef or something.”

“It’s just not, I dunno, it doesn’t feel like my thing.”

“But-”

“I’ll cook for you all y’want mkay? So don’t complain, cause you basically get a lifetime of free meals. I don’t think Yuuji even gets as many meals as you do.”

“That’s because I’m always at your apartment, and you’re always cooking.”

He just gave a gruff hum in agreement with your statement. The truth is, Sukuna had never thought about what he wanted to be after college. Being a chef wouldn’t be all that bad but he’d have to cook for everyone, not just you. Which, for some reason, didn’t sit right with him.

When the food was finished he plated it and set it in front of you with a glass of water. You gave him a low thanks and began eating. You hadn’t noticed before, but you must have been starving because you were scarfing his food down.

“Let me know if you want seconds with that,” Sukuna said while playfully grinning.

“Oh shut up,” you said chuckling.

There it was, your laugh, your bright smile. He loved seeing that. To Sukuna, sadness didn’t fit you. It just wasn’t an emotion he would associate with you. To Sukuna, You’ve never truly been sad, well besides the little petty things you’d get upset over. To Sukuna, those were way different because they were fixable.

That’s why thinking about the current situation made Sukuna’s jaw clench, and even worse it made him scared because what if he couldn’t fix it this time?

Once you both finished eating you had decided you wanted to talk about it. You just needed to get some things of your chest.

He was washing dishes when you started to speak, “I just don’t understand.”

At first he was about to ask, “understand what?”He had forgotten about the problem, and for a moment so did you. But he knew that you’d open up eventually so he just listened.

You went through a rundown of exactly what happened. You told him about the tip-off from the mutual friend, the obscene sounds you heard, the trail of undergarments leading to the bedroom, and your little exit. Sukuna was pissed to say the least. He just didn’t understand how some ugly narcissistic asshole could throw away everything. What an idiot.

Sukuna focused in on what you were saying again, “I mean, I think I was a good girlfriend…I thought I was anyways. People say it happens sometimes though….I just never really imagined it happening to me.”

You continued on, I mean I probably should have seen it coming.” You scoffed before continuing, I mean just look at me-“

“Stop that.”

Sukuna hated that. He hated it, that you could feel so doubtful towards yourself. Like you weren’t good enough for that sack of shit.

“You could find someone else, t’treat you nice and stuff.”

You laughed at his response, “That is only gonna happen in my dreams ‘Kuna.”

He just shrugged as if saying, “you never know.”

“I thought that when I went over there I’d be fine, I briefed myself and I knew what was going on. I was prepared for it. But now I’m just confused, and-“

“Angry?”

“Y’know, not everyone feels anger as an immediate emotion when something wrong happens to them ‘Kuna?”

“Really? So it’s just me?” He said sarcastically, letting out a short chortle.

You rolled your eyes and continued, “I am angry ‘Kuna. So angry, okay? But I- I can’t just punch someone like you do-“

“I mean you could,” he mumbled under his breath barely loud enough for you to hear.

You just ignored him and continued with a sigh, “I also can’t just cry and ball my eyes out over it. I won’t let myself, it’s already pitiful enough. Crying about it won’t help.”

He didn’t have a witty, snappy response to that one. “S’not pitiful,” he said gruffly while drying his hands off on a towel and moving closer to your spot in the kitchen.

“Have you ever been broken up with Sukuna? Actually scratch that, because you ‘don’t do serious relationships.’ You ever been rejected?”

“Y/n, that’s not the same-”

“It is! It’s proving my point. You can get any girl you want, Sukuna! You’ve never experienced anything like that, I don’t even think you could comprehend it at this point,” you said laughing dryly.

“Y/n, you know that’s not the same, we’re not the same.” He said, beginning to think you were being a bit unreasonable, “and m’not sure what this has to do with me, but all I’m saying is that there’s nothing wrong with feeling angry or sad about the situation y/n. It’s perfectly normal to want to punch a guy who cheated on you,” he said escalating, “You should feel betrayed! Hell you should-“

“Don’t tell me how to feel,” you mumbled.

He paused, calming himself before speaking again. “I get it, okay y/n? You’re hurt, and I-,” he pauses in frustration, running a hand through his hair to push it back out of his face, “I wasn’t trying to tell you how to feel. But comparing and contrasting our lives isn’t gonna help.”

Sukuna was offended. his life is different from yours, way different. And if he’s being honest, it’s not one you’d want to live anyways. Sleeping with random people, there’s not a difference from any of them. Half the time he can’t even remember them, or they’re blowing up his phone.

It’s just a distraction for him, for what he hasn’t exactly figured out yet. Well, deep down he knows but he’d never let himself admit it. And with all the “relationships” you’ve been in. It’s the only way he stays sane at this point.

“I know, I know, sorry for ‘comparin,” you said knowing you were wrong.

He sighed not liking the way the conversation had taken a turn, “y’dont hafta say sorry Y/n. I just wish y’would channel your inner me or something.”

“What? You mean act crazy and go beat my ex up or something Sukuna?”

At first, he was just joking with that comment. Trying to bring the light back into the heavy conversation, but he thought about it and seeing a more crazy side of you wouldn’t be so bad. Not that he’s crazy, but thinking about seeing a more loose side of you intrigued Sukuna.

“Well, while that is a me thing to do it’s not exactly what I was thinking.”

“What were you thinking?”

“Fuck it.”

“Fuck it? That’s what you want me to do?”

That is such a Sukuna thing, but only with hookups. Make no mistake, Sukuna is an adult, and he does have responsibilities and priorities that he has to take care of now. So ‘fuck it’ is only for situations where he doesn’t have to care.

“Yes. I want you to say fuck it to this whole situation, hang out with me the whole weekend and not contact him,” he says while crossing his arms.

“Even if he calls me?”

“Especially if he calls you. I’m sure he’ll get the hint. Since you left your spare key there and made quite the exit,” he said deviously.

You rolled your eyes and huffed out a, “fine, let’s fuck it.”

“With pleasure,” he stated.

You were actually excited for this weekend, sure this wasn’t a very adult way to handle things. But if you were being honest, you didn’t want to handle it, you just wanted to act like it never happened. Not ideal, but it’s fine. Besides, some of your best life experiences were with Sukuna, what could go wrong?

@/cafekitsune for the divider

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johannestevans · 3 months

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always curious what people's like. staple meals and regular meals are

like the meals you regularly cook a few times in a month, for yourself or your family as well

bc for me it's like

bacon sandwiches. basic.

garlic bread

baked feta with peppers & tomatoes, oregano, olive oil, a bit of lemon juice

the lidl potato gratin with peppers, tomatoes, and spinach mixed in, again normally with olive oil and some cheese

roast chicken with roasted potatoes and root vegetables, normally carrots and parsnips

pork souvlakia, chunks of usually belly pork or chop on kebab sticks and oven grilled with or without chunks of pepper and tomato

dolmades, vine leaves stuffed with stewed rice

chicken risotto made with chicken stock on a base of butter with spring onions and bacon to toast the rice with

pasta with chicken pieces with a tomato-based sauce w more cheese and vegetables

a "greek salad" with some modifications - chunks of cucumber, tomato, red and yellow pepper, spinach leaves, red onion or spring onions, garlic granules, and then olive oil and feta chunks

parchment pastry scrolls, a spread of pastry smeared with tomato purée or similar chutney, cheese, bacon, vegetables, or mushrooms, and then cut into discs and baked

homemade burgers with beef or lamb mince, tiny chopped onions, egg, honey as a binding agent, and then fried hopefully to eat with slices of cheddar or leerdammer, bacon, and pickles/cornichons

i made a kouneli stifado a while back (whole rabbit cut into chunks, slow cooked with potatoes and root vegetables, onions, red wine, stock, etc) that i want to do more regularly bc a whole rabbit is a fiver and it feeds a LOT of people

then obvs like. various oven cooked things i don't modify, like prawn tempura or frozen calamari, etc

because i've moved and haven't set up my rice cooker or got my short grain rice again, and bc i don't have a new deep fat fryer yet, i'm not cooking like, my fresh cut chips, or maki rolls and onigiri, or a meal i'd regularly do of just like. fried eggs on rice and stuff

i used to make lasagnes more regularly and i'd like to go back to that, esp bc like... i love making latkes and once we have a nice wide frying pan it will be nice to do that more regularly, and my big thing atm is that i want to learn to cook with some new ingredients

i want to learn to do more and more interesting stuff with coconut and pineapple, i want to do more like. kormas and other diff curries, i want more green vegetables, esp asparagus and broccoli

i want to cook more with different fish and sea food bc i know i desperately need the oil for my fucked up joints and brain, i want to break more breads and savoury things, esp garlic and tearaway breads

esp bc like. my body's capacity for red meat is fucking terrible lmao, i want more fibre and less heavy protein from red meat at once so i don't just utterly eviscerate my guts lmao

#musings

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soracities · 1 year

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hi sweet baby!! these are for you -> 💐🧋

what’s the recipe for something you love eating to feel nurtured at the moment? do you have a dish that’s a family recipe you’d never give away? and which creature/exhibit is your favourite to visit in an aquarium? 🤍

darling of my life ily 💌🌹💞

1: chickpeas with slow-cooked (but not always) peppers are my absolute beloved..... it's the one thing i can always eat and the one thing all my kitchen staples revolve around (i have never measured of any of this and just go by eye or what i feel so this is a VERY rough estimation but anyway!!):

2 large onions

olive oil

2 or 3 bell peppers (i try to always include a green one bc they're slightly less sweet and add a nice balance to the yellow and red ones)

can of chickpeas

tomato purée

ground ginger

ground garlic

ground cumin

salt

EDIT: forgot to add: dried basil!!

Heat the oil in a small pot. Chop the onions and peppers and add them in that order (shake the pot a little to disperse and/or avoid sticking but don't stir). Let it cook / simmer over a low heat until the the onions are translucent and the peppers have softened slightly (now you can stir). Stir in ground garlic and ginger (measured generously w your heart--that said, ginger should be added in increments bc it adds a nice kick of heat which i love but if you want to be more cautious then just taste as you go along and add accordingly), and a bit of cumin. Stir in the tomato puree (again, i'm a measure by sight gal, but a tablespoon at a time until you get the right taste / colour should do it). Add a little water -- not enough to cover the contents but enough that it combines with the puree to get a thick pasta-sauce consistency. Add salt to taste Increase the heat and cook until all the foam has gone. Add salt to taste Drain your can of chickpeas, rinse them, and add them into the pot at the very end. Turn off the hob and let everything cook with the residual heat and done!!

Best way to eat this in my opinion is by putting spoonfuls while still warm onto toasted bread with goat's cheese 💕

2) not a dish per se but my mother's version of a tomato pesto (which is less to do with not wanting to share it full stop but more with the fact that if shared it has to be shared in person, in the moment, in actually making it (or attempting to lol) with someone ❤️)

3) i haven't been to an aquarium in SO long but i love love LOVE the little seahorses and jellyfish!!! i woulod visit exclusively for them!

#<333333 #ask #dearorpheus #also meant to say while i havent tried it yet i think chorizo or maybe pancetta would also go with the chickpeas but i have to experiment!

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 3 months

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melda tâe, pray tell: what are the ojv!style/starsev's favorite foods? <3

HELLO MELMË!!! Oooo this is such a fun ask ilysm and I love any excuse to be Incredibly Annoying abt the OrangeJuiceVerse so YEP HERE WE GO!!!

Kyle- Kyle SO has a sweet tooth!!! (I love that that’s a universal Kyle hc btw) that boy is THERE for any baked goods deadass even those shitty gas station packaged muffins (Stan is scribbling out the nutritional information (or as he calls it, Food Lore, well into their 30s)) and Kyle def consumes anything sugary. As for actual real food, he likes Italian a lot which works very well bc pasta is a general hit w everyone. Favorite fast food place is subway and he ALWAYS rearranges the sandwich components to make sure the distribution is right (he claims he doesn’t have obsessive compulsive tendencies) (he does) so this guy is THE reason the ojv is called the ojv, his favorite beverage is orange juice with seven ice cubes and a pinch of salt bc he’s picky even when he claims to not be, he’s also a red wine enjoyer

STAN!!! Oh my god he and Cartman and Kenny are bottomless pits!!! Stan is a big boi and he’s packing away everything he eats bc 1) he hates waste, and 2) he’s just hungry. BUT he’s really more of a savory guy. Veggie king, ofc, and he’s at every fast food place in town ordering any vegetarian option, ALSO!!! This man LOVES spicy food but his stomach doesn’t. He’ll get a couple crunchwraps sub refried beans and slather that shit in Diablo sauce, but there’s a pretty good chance he’s gonna be nauseous a few hours later. Also he loves Kyle’s cooking!!! Bc Ky likes to cook when he’s stressed and Stan likes Kyle, and Kyle makes this really kickass homemade bread (jalapeño cheese bread oh my god I really want some now) Stan is also SO bad at drinking water but he is in fact a soda enjoyer. Miller Lite and the cheapest vodka known to man (before he stopped drinking) are a staple, also he frequents the local smoothie king and gets a chocolate hulk. For most of their life style has been ordering an olive and pineapple pizza. Stan always dips it in extra marinara.

Tweek- he is seriously just a snacker. Like Girl Dinner has nothing on Tweek Dinner. His meals look like a Charlie Brown thanksgiving. If he even remembers food is a thing. But like Craig will come home and be like “what do u want for dinner” and Tweek’s like “oh I ate a whole jar of pickles” the amount of half eaten granola bars in that house smh. BUT he can decimate so much garlic bread. A very big lemonade fan.

Craig! He’ll eat whatever, nonchalant KING unless!!!! He’s having a bad day and is already on the cusp of a meltdown. If he’s overstimulated it’s a sprite and an uncrustable. A grape uncrustable. Also I just feel like he likes seafood? I cannot explain why, but he does. Also he’s really good about hydration, he likes routine and he has one of those bottles w the time markers lmao. And he’s weirdly pretentious abt craft beers like when he and Kyle take their lil excursions to their spot he’s drinking an ipa that’s lowkey gross but then he’s just shrugging at Kyle and being all “idk the citrus hits in the aftertaste” like an asshole.

KENNY ok Kenny is also not picky in the slightest, how could he be with how he grew up, but I feel like he’s especially fond of easy meals like casseroles, frozen pizza, that kind of stuff. When he starts actually making a stable living off his art he hits up ALL the local food trucks and small businesses and broadens his food knowledge, and he’s keeping the smaller struggling businesses going just by his support. He is another example of ojv losers not drinking enough water, thinks Mountain Dew counts, literally he would’ve developed scurvy in college if left to his own devices. SMH ily kenneth also he and Stan have both thrown up bc they tried to one up each other doing shots of hot sauce

Marj my queen! She, like Kyle, likes sugar, if the homies are going to a diner she’s getting pancakes, and she takes her coffee ALL dressed up. Also kenny is the grillmaster and Marj is making the BEST sides for the bbq!!! Omg she loves her some pasta salad and a lil shrimp shishkabab moment like put this girl on the cover of a southern living magazine with her sweet iced tea (she makes the best sweet tea) marj my goddess pls quit causing problems on the internet and just use ur hospitality degree to run a b&b and make the best biscuits and gravy ever

Cartman. Bruh. Eric Cartman. He has THE most expensive taste known to man when he’s older but until he gets into the Rich People scene he doesn’t really care about what he’s eating or if it’s of good quality. In college he dragged the m5 to some shitty steakhouse bc he heard it was a good deal, and also bc he was mad at Stan for belting As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked and he knew Stan wouldn’t have any food options there lmfao that asshole (he did have to put a dollar in the Fuckwad Jar). He will also eat the weirdest combination of things. Who is putting whipped cream and chocolate syrup on fried chicken? This man. He is a Diet Coke enjoyer lmfao also he drinks martinis with olives bc “it makes me look sexy and kewl” he doesn’t like olives btw he’s just an asshole

I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!!! The ask is always open for ANY of my AU’s or if ur just bored or want fic recs I’m a huge loser and my sp obsession is ever ridiculous.

#asks #i had so much fun #NINAAAAA #everyone say thank you #south park #headcanon #OrangeJuiceVerse #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #tweek tweak #craig tucker #kenny mccormick #marjorine stotch #eric cartman

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waitingforthesunrise · 5 months

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what if i wanted to small talk

do you appreciate worms? why or why not?

do you agree that tomato soup is the ONLY acceptable soup?

im so fucking hungry omg i want tomato soup with this homemade garlic bread i make... baguette and olive oil and garlic and a bit of pesto and TOAST THAT MOTHERFUCKER UNTIL ITS GOLDEN AND CRISPY

and then take a huge dip into the soup 😭😭😭 yum 😭😭😭😭 i fucking love food 😭😭😭😭

i'm so happy. i'm thinking about food and how much i love eating and this is such a huge deal for me omg i'm gonna cry.

have you ever had latkes? they're so fucking scrummy,,, that's the only word i can use to describe them

hanukkah's coming up and i'm gonna eat latkes by the dozen. without a doubt the best holiday.

my mom has this latke recipe where she mixes potato and cauliflower instead of just potato and it's so warm and deep fried and then i put a TON of really cold sour cream and the contrast is so good 😭😭😭 sometimes we also make homemade apple sauce to put on top of that and it's literally divine it makes me want to cry. i love food.

can you tell im really fucking starving lmao

i just need to share the joy of delicious food w you even though we can't meet irl and eat it together <3

OMG YES super randon question small talk is the love of my soul. like legitatemly when else am i supposed to ask my super random and important questions?? huh????

I LOVE EARTHWORMS ACTUALLY!! they're incredibly cool and strong and super amazing for the garden. when i was little (and i still do tbh) I'd go out on the sidewalk after it rained and pick up any stranded ones to return them home.

I mean...i love tomato soup but like...white chicken chili?? french onion soup?? POTATO SOUP??? i love soup!! and you make garlic bread aaaaa that's so so cool.

okay to be honest this is making me tear up in a really good way...I'm healing a very complicated relationship with food and you sound so happy and like. THANK YOU? for sharing that joy with me?? AND THE LATKES SOUND SO CRAZY GOOD!!!! i always miz cauliflower into my potato soup because it makes it so creamyyy.

hmm okay let's see is it my turn to praise a food?? my food options have been pretty limited because of my hashimoto's disease, but i've gotten really good at making cuts of meat. we buy it ethically sourced from a small farm near us, and I cut up tons of herbs and slow roast it and jdfhdhf it's so so good!!!

seriously thank you for sharing this, it's seriously made me so much happier :))

#we need to get together and put on a playlist and cook together SERIOUSLY #tw food mention

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feverinfeveroutfic · 4 months

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hanukkahbingo 2023

Fic or Art/Graphic Title: alone in the dark, chapter six : “Some Kind of Ghost” Author/Artist Name: josiebelladonna Fandom: Testament (Band) Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Alex Skolnick (and how) Bingo Squares Being Filled: family, miracle, smashing fascists 🔥 Rating: Mature Warning(s): Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Link to Work: x @aimmyarrowshigh

I was still shook up from the incident with Christine's father, such that my hands trembled as I brought the bites of latke and applesauce up to my mouth. Christine herself meanwhile never left my side as she indulged in her plate, and I could tell that she was enjoying it because it was humble and delicious while we were living in a cold house with no electricity and nothing better to do other than read books and play cards. She huddled up close to me but she never actually touched the side of my body, however. Though it was cold in the house, I started to feel warm again from the taste of those potatoes with the sliced and diced onions and the minced garlic. Though I had been jarred from my place, I still needed to eat, and I still needed to get back home to my parents, too. I blew on the next bite of latke before I slipped it into my mouth.

“How are they?” Wendy asked me.

“Delicious,” I said with my mouth full. “They taste almost as good as my grandmother's latkes.” I swallowed and took another sip of my coffee.

“Nothing beats Grandma's cooking,” she replied with a little smile on her face.

“Not at all! When I was a kid, my aunt and my grandma would also make my brother and me babka for Hanukkah, which he and I always loved. It was from there that I realized that nothing beats the real thing. Nothing beats the thing that came straight out of the home.”

“I think I've actually seen that at a bakery before,” she said as she took her seat next to Christine at the far end of the couch. “It's like a cross between a Swiss roll and a bread, isn't it?”

“Sort of,” I said. “It's definitely kosher in comparison to a Swiss roll, I would think, but it's more like... phyllo dough with chocolate drops, some cinnamon, and some melted chocolate rolled up and then coiled into a tin. We always like a little chocolate babka in our life.”

“We should make that at some point, Chris,” Wendy suggested.

“You've got chocolate babka, there's also cinnamon and apple,” I added. “Chocolate is the best, but I also love me some apple.” Right as I said that, I scooped up a bit of applesauce, which I could tell was sweeter than I was used to. But I wasn't going to complain.

“By the way, Wendy, is it all that flooded out there?” the grandfather asked her.

“Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you that, too,” I chimed in as I took another bite of applesauce.

“Actually, no!” Wendy assured us. “Although, I suppose it is elsewhere, but there's just some big puddles outside of the sidewalk. You know, you have to be careful walking along the storm drain because there are literal rivers out there. But it's not like immense flooding, though.”

“Plus, it's going downhill,” I added as I took another bite of latke.

“It's all going downhill, exactly,” Wendy declared. Christine then turned her attention over to me with a slightly annoyed look on her face.

“I hope this shit's not boring you,” she whispered to me.

“Hey, I would much rather chat about this than what happened with your dad back there,” I assured her.

“Oh, yeah, anything beats that, to be honest,” she said with a nod. “But you know, boring grown-up stuff.”

“You know, you're going to be a boring grown-up yoursself soon,” I pointed out to her as I took my last bite of latke.

“I kind of don't want to be,” she confessed. “You know, just because you reach eighteen years old doesn't mean you have to actually grow up and become boring.”

“You know, it's the funniest thing,” I told her as I set my empty plate down on the coffee table before me and I picked up my coffee in lieu of it; “I feel the exact same way. Who says you have to give up what you are once you've reached a certain age?”

And she showed me a smile at that.

It was right then I noticed that the rain had slowed down on the roof overhead.

“Is the rain stopping?” her grandfather then asked from the kitchen table.

“I think it is, Dad,” Wendy replied. I sipped on the coffee and the vagabond in me came alive right then. All the times that Testament travelled somewhere in the world or even there in the States, and the sheer sight of the hotel room all around me only made me want to go out and explore the town. Wendy then offered to take mine and Christine's empty plates, much to my pleasure.

“Thank you, Mom,” she said.

“Yeah, thank you, Wendy!” I added, and once again, I swore she flashed me a wink. I finished the rest of my coffee and turned my attention to Christine.

“Wanna take a walk?” I offered her.

“I'd love to,” she replied. “I have to get dressed, but I'd like to do that, though.”

“Go out and get some fresh air,” I added. “I have to find my shirt, anyways.” I couldn't help but chuckle at that, either.

Once her mom and grandparents were paying more attention to each other, she and I returned to our rooms for a quick change, whereby I found my shirt tucked under my pillow for some reason. But then I realized why and I couldn't resist chuckling again as well as wrinkling my nose and sticking out my tongue.

Once I had my shirt back on, I returned to the hallway and Christine dressed in faded denim jeans and a little black windbreaker.

“Shall we?” I asked her. “We shall,” she replied.

Once we told the three of them what was happening, we left the house and stepped outside to the gray morning. Though the place hadn't flooded like Wendy had said, small puddles still formed all across the yard, and the storm drain was one deluge away from overflowing onto the sidewalk as well. Nevertheless, we still walked up the street together, and I had a feeling that she was going to show me the stump.

“We go in the other direction and we'll be swept away by the flood waters,” she pointed out to me, to which I chuckled.

We reached the next corner up before we hung a right. The next corner up and we hung a left.

It was all so we could keep going uphill and away from whatever raging waters that came our way.

“I hope I'm not being too intrusive about it,” I confessed to her as the neighborhood around us grew much more overgrown with trees and bushes, all of which were dark and sparse for the onset of winter in the coming weeks. “You know my whole thing of 'I really don't want to impose on anyone'.”

“You're not being intrusive,” she assured me with a shake of her head. “Especially since he came after you.”

She fetched up a sigh and stared straight ahead: I followed her gaze to the veil of clouds over the mountains. We weren't far from the base of them as well as the sparse snow banks that capped them. At least it didn't snow that much.

“I love my dad but he's got his problems, though,” she pointed out. “He and my mom have separated, and he's still kind of raw about it. Then again, he should talk about it to me. He likes to drink, and my mom doesn't really like that he does that, especially in front of me. I remember one time he downed a whole bottle of gin over the course of a single day, and my mom was like 'no way' and she got me out of there. He's not a very good drunk, either.”

“I've known a few people like that,” I told her. “Where the members of my old band and I would have a drink or two and then we'd giggle and fool around and shit, there was always someone on the crew who would have a few too many and start yelling at us for no reason.”

“Exactly like that!” she exclaimed. “And it's always really scary to be around and watch right before your eyes, too, because you don't know if they're going to punch you or do something awful to themselves. So, my mom got me away from him for a bit but I wanted to be with him again because—like I said, I love my dad and I want to see him get better. So they split and I stayed with him for a whole summer before he promised me to stop drinking. When he did, I went to go stay with my mom, and that was when my own relationship fell apart and then I dyed my hair after that as a change of sorts. When he was at the door earlier, I could smell a little booze on his breath. I've grown up around alcohol enough to where I can smell even just a few drops of it from clear across the room. It also helped that the wind carried it into the house, too.”

“Oh, wow, I didn't even notice,” I confessed as I ran my hand down from my chest down to my stomach. “All I could smell was the latkes and the coffee your mom got for us.”

But she bowed her head a bit and looked down to the drenched pavement and the small rivulets in the storm drain below our feet.

“The first man I ever loved,” she said in a soft voice, and I tilted my head to the side at the sight of her there next to me.

“First man you ever loved and had a relationship with, too,” I added.

“All of that before my ex showed up, and before you showed up, too,” she continued it.

“He promised you that he would stop drinking—actually promised you—”

“Right to my face, too,” she added, and she lowered her voice to a near whisper.

“—and yet there he was, right there at your grandparents' house, just reeking of it,” I followed along, and she nodded her head at that with a crestfallen look on her face.

“Mmm, I wouldn't say he was reeking of it,” she corrected me with a slight shrug of her shoulders, “but I could tell you that he had had some to drink before he showed up.”

“Which means he also took off in his car after that...” My voice trailed off, and I shuddered at the thought of someone climbing behind the wheel after they had had just a little too much to drink, especially with that person being her own father.

She and I fell into momentary silence with our gazes fixed on the storm drain beneath us; all the while, I noticed a few circles along the surface of the water, and I could tell that the sprinkles were going to give way to even more rain after that. Though things were not very flooded at the moment, I knew that it was definitely a possibility, and I could potentially miss out on the first couple of nights of Hanukkah with my parents as well.

I then turned my head to the right, to the stretch of sidewalk that snaked up the street beside us.

“So, tell me,” I began again to her. “Where's this stump at? The stump of the tree that fell on you?”

Her expression never changed as she strode around behind me, and I followed her right at her back. The storm drain seemed to swell as we moved further along, and then we reached the next corner and crosswalk up before us. Across the street stood an old house that looked to be empty, and behind that was an empty lot entrenched in mud and large puddles that could probably flood a bit should the rain pick back up again. With a quick glimpse in either direction, Christine and I crossed the street, albeit with a hop over the rivulets in the storm drains.

She brought me to the corner across from us, and I looked on at the empty house. Something about it gave me a weird feeling in my stomach, as if something happened there before and I should be worried. But I wasn't worried, and I shook it off once we reached the empty lot, which consisted of nothing more than slabs of blacktop and patches of dark mud.

“It's right here,” she declared, and she brought me to the dead center of it all, barring we avoided the mud all around us and treated the blacktop as stepping stones instead. Indeed, there stood a large round stump right in the middle of the muck and the mud, one that was wide enough for the two of us and maybe Wendy, too, to have a seat on. The cuts on the stump had eroded with the passing of time, and thus, I knew she was telling the truth. I looked on at her and the thoughtful look in her eyes: the fine mist that fell over us left tiny droplets on the crown of her head accentuated the red of her hair. The gray sunlight around us washed out the color to her face, and her skin resembled porcelain as a result.

I gazed up to the gray sky overhead as I tried to picture that big tree that fell over on top of her. Those wandering branches as they cascaded over her, and the earth took her in its arms. To think that she had taken the path that she had taken, and she was still standing there on the sidewalk next to me. She continued to stand, with her hands in her pockets and the scars that she bore all to tell the world about it. If only there was a way in which she could overcome it and use it to her advantage, and I could tell she was on her way given how she liked to joke around with me and be all cozied up next to me.

I was more stunned by the fact that she had survived it all, and more so when I shivered from the wind picking up courtesy of the mountain slopes off to our right. The rain was coming, and yet the silence was all that we could do right then.

“An absolute miracle that you're here with us right now,” I whispered to her over the winds behind us.

“It really is,” she whispered back to me, and she extended one hand out towards me as if to hold mine. I swallowed as I extended mine to her own: her fingers gripped onto the side of my palm, and I let my own fingers curl around her hand. A chill ran up my spine right then, and something told me that it wasn't the wind.

“When my ex and I were together, I often dreamed of this,” she confessed.

“You never got to hold hands with him?” I asked her, taken aback, and she shook her head at that.

“Not even one time,” she said. “I would often dream of kissing him and holding him, just like how I did with you back at the house. But I never could do it. I could never find the courage to do that.”

“Why is that?” I asked her.

“Like I said, I just never felt good enough. I never felt like I was worthy of kissing him or holding him. I never felt like I could really tell him as to how I felt about him.” She nibbled on her bottom lip right then. “And that's why he's my ex.”

“So I should consider myself lucky,” I muttered. The rain picked up as the words left my lips, and Christine tugged the hood over her head with her free hand.

“We should probably get home,” I advised her.

“Yeah, I think we should, too,” she said. “I'm starting to get cold.” She squeezed my hand before she let go of me, and then she huddled up close to me. The two of us began to walk along the sidewalk, away from the empty lot and the swelling puddles there, and I hoped that the rain and wind wouldn't pick up at any point on the way back to the house. We reached the house on the corner, whereby I caught a glimpse of the dark roof and the trees that protected it from the elements. I spotted the witching window at the back and a shiver ran down my spine. We passed the two windows that looked out to the street, both of them as black as night, and then the corner of the house and the edge of the yard. All the while, I glanced back to it.

There was just something about the house that gave me such a weird, indescribable feeling, and it was one of those things that was going to drive me absolutely batty for the rest of the day if I did nothing about it. We reached the corner when I finally stopped, and I took a good long look at it. Christine stopped right next to me and closed her coat lest a gust of wind come up before us.

“I should probably tell you that my ex and his family used to live in this house here,” she told me.

“They used to live here?” I asked her, slightly stunned, and she nodded her head at me.

“Not for very long, like not even a year but—yeah, they actually used to live out here.”

I turned my head for another look at the house again, and I tried to picture what exactly happened there, especially since it was giving me such a weird feeling whenever I looked at it. Maybe it was the garage door and the way that it struck me as a little odd in comparison to the rest of the house: it was a yellow house with black trimming but the garage door appeared to be a slightly different shade of yellow, almost white.

Something off about it all.

“Did he or his parents tell you why they moved away from here?” I asked her, and she shook her head.

“I mean, I have a couple of theories—they hailed from New York and so, you know, maybe they just didn't like it out here. It's too much of a high desert where New York is more tempered.”

I had my doubts about that, however. I looked on at the house, at the awnings right outside of the two front windows that looked out to either side of the street given it stood on a corner, at the second floor, at the brick chimney which gave me an even weirder feeling than that of the garage door. Maybe it was just the color of the door looking off by comparison, but something about that left me wanting more out of that. Add to this, I struggled to picture him and his family living there.

I walked on over to the mouth of the driveway, which was slightly sloped from the garage door. Maybe it was an optical illusion. Maybe I really did have nothing to worry about and I was just going to drive myself far beyond the point of meshuggah. But something about it was going to drive me absolutely meshuggah regardless of what happened. I turned my attention to Christine, who strode on up to me with her hands tucked in her pockets and with a bewildered look on her face.

“Nobody lives here anymore, right?” I asked her once she came within earshot.

“As far as I know, no,” she replied. Cautiously, I strode up the driveway to the garage door. The panels were crisp and sharp, but the paint drooped a bit in a few places. I took a closer look to the one closest to my face.

Something buried underneath. I let my eyes wander down towards the base of the garage door itself to see it in full. Though it had been covered up, whoever did it did not do that well of a job, at least not for me, anyway.

The black outlines. The shape it made plus the angles.

The mere sight that haunted my own nightmares as well as that of my relatives.

“Just as I thought,” I muttered.

“What?” she asked me, and the chills ran up my spine. I took her by the hand and led her away from there.

“Alex, what is it?” she asked again, but I never replied. All I knew was I had to get away from there, and I had to get away from that particular part of the neighborhood as well. Our shoes padded on the pavement and that was the only noise I could hear. With a quick leap over the storm drains, we crossed the street from the house to the opposite corner; Christine stayed behind me as I led her away from there. At one point, I could feel her looking back, and I wished that I could completely tell her about what I was feeling. The thing is I had a hard enough time reading emotions on someone's face, let alone fessing up my own to someone like her.

We slowed down to a quick walked right before we reached the line of trees again. At least we were safe from the feeling that house gave unto me. Nevertheless, I still shivered and closed my coat to keep in the warmth. I was missing the warmth of those latkes her grandparents made for us.

I leaned back against the trunk of the tree closest to the sidewalk, and she gathered next to me as if we were hiding from something.

“God...” I breathed out, and I gazed up to the canopy of the trees over our heads. Though the leaves had gone for the autumn, the branches still protected us somewhat from the impending rain beyond us. I was not a man of prayer by any means but I could only pray that the rain spared us there in the trees for the time being.

“Makes me sick to think about,” I confessed to her with a shake of my head. “Regardless of whether or not he's your ex. It still makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.”

“What?” she demanded, and I licked my lips and ran my fingers through my hair.

“I really don't know if I can tell you,” I told her, “like I don't really know as to how to put it.”

“Well... start from the top,” she began. “That's what my parents' therapist says, just start from the beginning.”

“But... you said your ex was Jewish.”

“Yeah.”

“They lived here... not even a year, you said,” I continued.

“If I remember correctly, they moved here in July and they were gone once school was let out in June, so yeah, not even a year. I remember talking to him about it, too.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip yet again, that time because the mere suggestion only deepened the pit in my stomach.

“You know how you said you'd stand for me if something happened to me all because of my own heritage?” I recalled to her.

“Yeah,” she said, and she squinted her eyes at me as if she knew where I was going with this.

“It's so weird to me, because... you don't think of Nevada as sinking that low,” I admitted. “I mean—shit. 'Battle born.' Became a state in the face of the Civil War. You don't think of... something that hates me and your ex and probably wants the two of us dead, and maybe you, too, because you're associated with both him as well as me now. You don't think of—you know, that—as being here.”

Her mouth then dropped agape and her eyes widened. She brought a hand to her mouth, and all I could do was nod at her.

“Are you sure?” she asked me in a hushed voice.

“That fucking thing could be buried under six feet of black tar and I would still recognize it,” I told her in a single breath. “I knew what I saw, and I know for a fact that they're in that neighborhood.”

I peered out to the street. All the houses were shuttered and calm for the incoming rainstorm, but I still had my feelings no matter how they looked to me.

“Yeah, we should probably—” But before I could finish, she once again took me by the hand and yanked me away from there. Her hood fell right off her head as we ran as fast as could back to her grandparents' house with the wind and the rain at our backs; both picked up the pace as we reached the edge of the property and the welling up of the puddles in the front yard, and I was glad that we ran home when we did and as fast as we did, as well. The only exception was I never looked back to that house.

I didn't have to look back because I knew for a fact I was the menorah in the broken window.

#hanukkah 2023 #hanukkahbingo #hanukkah #fanfic #alone in the dark #as the seasons grey #as the seasons grey fanfic #fanfiction #alex skolnick #testament fanfic #testament #testament band #oc tag #also on ao3 #writing #text #hanukkah bingo #hanukkah sameach #hanukkah fic

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krenenbaker · 8 months

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Recipes for Dove (and others, too)

This is a small selection of recipes that I put together for @dove-da-birb. They are some of the recipes that I and my family use, mainly vegetarian, but also with a few non-vegetarian options. I tend to adapt these a bit when I make them, usually adding more of the seasonings and aromatics, but the recipes are a good basis to build off of.

The recipes are from The Ultimate Vegetarian Cookbook, The Paleo Diabetes Diet Solution, and a couple websites (which I've linked).

Recipe Websites I Often Use

The 1940s Experiment - A website containing a variety of recipes from 1940s Wartime Britain. They can be a little hit-or-miss, but I linked a few of my favourites below. They're definitely rather British in nature, so may or may not appeal. Many of the recipes are wither vegetarian, or have a vegetarian option.

Just One Cookbook - A HUGE collection of Japanese recipes, from mains, to sides, to desserts, to a whole lot of other dishes. There are a lot of recipes that I've enjoyed from here!

Sides and Starches

Tattie Scones (Tippitiwychett) - I LOVE this recipe. It's just a really good starch to have with a meal!

Mock Black Pudding (The 1940s Experiement) - One of the many "mock" foods of the era, this is a fried, seasoned oat patty. It's nice with either veggies and a protein for dinner, or with eggs and tomatoes for a savoury breakfast.

Lemon Garlic Pasta (Pinch and Swirl) - Just a nice, simple pasta recipe. I generally add some spinach towards the end of the cooking process to wilt a little, and it's also really tasty if made (significantly) spicier. Roasting the garlic beforehand also adds another layer of richness to the dish, but it's not necessary.

Mains (Vegetarian)

Mushroom risotto (Recipe Tin Eats) - I posted about this the other day, but it's a really rather nice recipe if you enjoy risotto and/or mushrooms :)

Mock Goose (the 1940s Experiment) - Not goose, but a baked lentil dish! It's surprisingly nice, especially topped with cheese in the last few minutes of baking.

Mock Crab (The 1940s Experiment) - Again, not crab, but a cheesy scrambled egg dish. It's nice on toast as a quick lunch, with some fresh veg as a side. I would definitely recommend using less margarine/butter, as it can get a bit too oily otherwise.

Masoor Dahl (Choosing Chia) - This is an alright basis for this recipe, but I usually add about double the amount of seasoning (if not more). It's a quick recipe, though, so it's nice in that way.

Tofu Katsu Curry (Okonomi Kitchen) - I'm a HUGE fan of curries, especially Japanese curries. This recipe, with breaded tofu cutlets, is a nice recipe, and I often use it. I usually just make triangles, rather than the "cutlet" shape suggested on the website, and I also make "family style" curry (as in this recipe). (Also, Okonomi Kitchen is another website with a lot of good vegetarian/vegan dishes!)

Curried Squash Soup - I don't remember what this exact recipe is like, but you can alter the seasoning to suit your tastes ^w^ (Using frozen, cubed squash is a really good option here!)

Vegetarian Bolognese - You can use canned beans instead of dried, and though they won't have the bay leaf flavouring, it's a quicker way to make this sauce. I'd also recommend adding some heat, either with pepper flakes, fresh hot peppers, or canned chipotles.

Roasted Ratatouille - You can of course just use normal diced tomatoes for this. It won't have the same smokiness, but it's still just as good!

Mains (non-Vegetarian)

Greek-Style Turkey Burgers - My family makes these into meatballs, usually. They also need more seasoning than is called for in the recipe, by quite a bit. (Mint is also a nice addition to these!)

Baked Haddock with Peppers and Tomatoes - This recipe is more me just putting the concept in this collection, of white fish baked in a chunky tomato sauce. It's always just a nice, simple meal to have, especially with some rice or wild rice.

#krenenbaker's :)#this took longer to put together than I thought - I had to remember where some of the recipes were from haha!#and a couple of my favourite cookbooks are still in storage so I may add onto this when I have them out again #recipes #meals

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halcyon-skiess · 1 year

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Even more! Quotes!

Xipe Totec: I only aim for three (3) things in life; 1: Nap on wife’s tiddie, 2: dance w her to Hozier, 3: make garlic bread w her

Xipe Totec: If I do not receive these things I am legally allowed to commit arson

Huey: my best feature is that I’m blindingly intelligent for about 30 seconds a day

[at a party]

Xochipilli, yelling over the music: DO YOU HAVE A RECYCLING BIN????

Xochiquetzal: *Eats a fruit and sticks the sticker on your forehead because I love you*

Xipe Totec: Manga lied to me. I never see bad boy types protecting stray kittens therefore revealing their soft side, it’s always me picking up the kittens.

Xipe Totec: … maybe I’m the bad boy

Charles: Girl good news! I’ve escaped my enclosure and am on my way to your house

#I’m listening to Hozier rn actually #no evil betsy lee #no evil #alright I’m done for tonight sorry #I’m not going to sleep but I am stopping

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chloeangelic · 6 months

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Girl the way I want you to drop your working out routine and diet…

Hiiii okay very late answer below SORRY

CW exercise, food/diet, all that. If you have an issue with me posting or talking about this, dont click the read more and then complain about it, capiche? :)))) just move along, nothing to see here

I know a lot of people would answer stuff like this with “i am not a professional” however i am actually an exercise professional with several certifications and licenses, so this is not me giving advice or telling you what you should do, this is just what i personally do. i have a very positive relationship to food and exercise after working out for a decade so im pretty laid back about all of it

Exercise wise, i lift 3x a week and i pole dance 1-2x a week. As for lifting, i do full body every time, all free weights and no machines. I dont do cardio or abs cause i think its boring and i dont track how many calories i burn cause i dont care. I find it boring to do upper body/leg days so i prefer doing a mix. My set and rep range is anywhere from 3x3 to 4x18 depending on the exercise. I do progressive overload, meaning i do the same 3 sets of different exercises every week but it gets a little more intense every time either in terms of weight increasing or reps increasing. The only exercise i do twice a week is hip thrust. My goals are to build strength and muscle and this has worked well for me so im happy. Sometimes i ditch working out or pole to write but i stay mostly consistent

Diet wise, i have celiac disease and i dont eat out very often, so those are kinda the two main things. I make all my own food cause i have no other options haha

The best diet advice i ever received was to have a source of protein, fat and carbs in every meal and thats what i follow. This is gonna sound boring but the things i eat the most are gf bread, eggs, chicken sausages, generic brand nutella, greek yogurt, granola, berries, different varieties of pasta, chicken, fish, beef, prawns, rice, veggies, granola bars, dark chocolate and ice cream (a pint can last me a long time cause i find it v filling for some reason). I usually make the same type of stuff my mom made growing up which is kind of a mix of different stuff. When i have the time, i like making lebanese or palestinian food (my fav food ever is shish tawook), and I also like to put toum (whipped garlic sauce) on everything. When i go out with my friends or order in, i tend to get fried chicken, sushi or middle eastern food. i love candy, cake, cookies and all other desserts yum yum yum i eat dessert every day and idc if anyone has an issue w it

Im the type who loses my appetite if im stressed, and my metabolism has gotten high from working out for so long that it can be difficult to eat enough, especially protein, and that always leaves me feeling v tired and shitty the next day cause i cant sustain the energy expenditure, so i try to make my meals very calorically dense cause theres just a limit to how much i can chew and swallow. i often drink blackberry/cranberry canada dry ginger ale cause they fucking SLAP and also its extra carbs i dont have to shove down my gullet

Thats pretty much it. I take creatine but thats the only supplement i take cause protein powder tastes terrible. I got an ask about creatine and will respond to that soon as well :p

#tw exercise #tw food #chloe answers

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ivystxr · 10 months

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ʚ 7.4.23 ✦ WIEIAD+steps ɞ

m34nsp() is not just permitted, but appreciated!

𓂃 steps ꒦꒷ 15,108

𓂃 total ꒦꒷ 1,068

𓂃 breakfast ꒦꒷ 2

✧ 1/3 of oi ocha green tea bottle ✰ 2

𓂃 lunch ꒦꒷ 279

✧ whole wheat double fiber bread w/out crust ✰ 70

✧ 1/2 of cheeseheads string cheese ✰ 171

✧ 2 tsp garlic powder ✰ 19

✧ strawberry ensure max protein ✰ 150

𓂃 dinner ꒦꒷ 787

✧ cheddar bay biscuit ✰ 162

✧ 38% of kids popcorn shrimp ✰ 94

✧ 1/3 cup of new england clam chowder ✰ 77

✧ 1/4 serving of calamari ✰ 250

✧ 40% of kids side fries ✰ 204

oh my gosh right after the day i got to a new lw too??? i feel so guilty rn, i remember i was like "i won't ruin any holidays for myself!! :))))", your family only started celebrating red white and blue independence day in 2020 and before that you guys just watched the fireworks at night since you could see them from your windows. there will always be more opportunities to eat like that but guilt-free after you reach your ugw.

#ana and mia #ana trigger #@n0r3xia #ed not ed sheeran #i want to be weightless #skinnni #need to lose more weight #tw ana fast #tw ana shit #ana butterfly

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mumintroll · 10 months

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top five favorite dishes to cook?

suchhhh a good question thank u 💖💖💖 warning these will all be pasta dishes i am the girl u know who only eats pasta

classic basil pesto. w/green and black olives + peas if im feeling it 🙏

this vegan version of pasta alla vodka (think thats the name) although the recipe i use doesnt use any vodka. basically its normal tomato pasta sauce but u blend cashews to make a cashew cream and add it in so its like creamy and nutty and hearty and delicious and its fun to make bc you get to blend things :3

my fav vegan mac and cheese 🙏

i like to just collect every ingredient i have in the cupboards and fry it all together and have it with pasta too its boring or whatever but i love frying things and if i have a lot of stuff in the cupboard on that day it can be v tasty. best combo i ever had was caramelised red onion, roasted red pepper, garlic, cashews, olives, i think there was other stuff too idr it was a while ago but it was soooo good i love caramelising onions

actually i lied my 1 non pasta dish is pizza :) i havent made it very often but its always fun i like making bread dough and i like putting all the toppings on <3

#thank uuuuu i love cooking pasta i love talking about cooking pasta <3

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garlic-fingers-propaganda · 1 year

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Hi, I'm Shi, and this is my Pizza Tower sideblog bc these characters are entirely too fun to draw and my main blog is a curated mess of multi-fandom reblogs. Follow me here for All Pizza, Some of the Time (no posting schedule, this is for fun!)

More about me/the blog below the cut!

About Shi:

pronouns: they/them or she/her

a whole-ass adult with a job and everything

autistic, which should surprise nobody here on the autism website

see my main @polwigle for my other interests

Favourite Characters:

Fake Peppino

Gustavo & Brick

Real Peppino

Gerome

they're all good tho

Favourite Ships:

I'm more into platonic and/or found family dynamics than any shippy stuff tbh

but also Pepstavo

Tools of the Trade:

Physical: mechanical pencil w/ 0.5 2H lead; 2.3mm round eraser pen; Pigma Micron pens sizes 01, 03, and Brush

Digital: Clip Studio Paint, mostly default brushes

Requests/Comms?

Requests for doodles and/or headcanon dumps are always welcome in my ask box :)

Commissions: I don't have official slots or anything set up yet, we can negotiate in DMs if you're serious

I reserve the right to turn down any request I don't vibe with

Stuff I definitely will not vibe with includes NSFW content (that shit stays on Discord), Peppino/Pizzahead (whatever the ship name for that is idk), Peppinoise, needles/medical gore, and people being rude to me in my ask box :(

idk how much time I'll have to draw so even if I do like a request idea i won't always get around to it in a timely manner! please set your expectations accordingly

Wait, What Are Garlic Fingers?

Imagine garlic bread but the bread is pizza crust and also there's so much cheese

Imagine a cheese pizza but instead of tomato sauce there's garlic butter and it's cut into little rectangles

Garlic fingers are a regional delicacy, available at most pizzerias in Nova Scotia

(they're also the only thing I, Sensory Sensitivities Georg, can eat at most pizzerias)

some people dip them in donair sauce

I cannot explain donair sauce. it must be experienced

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kittiesluvyou · 2 years

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My Husband Is A Vampire

Summary: Starscream is a vampire and nobody, not even his own husband Wheeljack, can know.

Word Count: Unknown

Inspiration: @cirilee because I sent this idea to them and now I can’t stop thinking about it.

Tw: no warnings

Starscream was in bliss in his room eating the various red fruits that Smokescreen and Bumblebee have brought for him. They watched as he sucked on the juices, his fang piercing each skin like tiny daggers. “Are you going to join us for dinner tonight?” Smokescreen asked, still keeping his eyes on the cherry that the vampire was currently sucking on.

“That all depends, will there be garlic? You both know exactly why I can’t be around garlic.” Bee gestured, “we didn’t ask.” Starscream nodded understandably, “then I won’t join, it’s too big of a risk for me.” Smokescreen sighed softly, “when are you going to tell them, grandpa? They need to know about this. They’ll understand and they’ll also be willing to help, especially Wheeljack since he’s your husband.”

Starscream nearly spit out the red juice right then and there, “no, I can’t! I won’t! Do you remember the story that I told you about how my family were killed by the hunters? I’m still unsure how well everyone would take it if I said that I was a vampire out loud for all to hear.” He shuddered, “especially Ultra Magnus, if he catches wind of this conversation, I’d be doomed!”

Ultra Magnus listened to the entire conversation from outside of Starscream’s bedroom. He always had suspicions that he was hiding something, but he never thought that this would prove him right. He saw the doorknob twist as he walked casually away to find the wrecker, who was lounging lazily on the couch in the living room. “Wheeljack, we need to talk,” Magnus sat in an empty spot on the couch next to him. “I was saving that seat for Starscream, Magnus.” Wheeljack complained, but was ignored.

“Starscream is a vampire and I doubt that your marriage is going to work. He possibly craves blood and is using red fruits as appetizers.” Wheeljack laughed at that, “really Magnus? Star can’t be a vampire, he may be very pale and eats nothing but red fruits and candies, but I highly doubt that it’s true.” “Then why do you ask him yourself,” he points at Starscream and Wheeljack immediately jumps out of his seat and hugs him, “Birdie!” Starscream giggles, “Hello, Jackie, what are everyone’s plans for dinner?”

Wheeljack’s smile slowly faded, “it involves garlic bread, why?” Starscream could only use his typical excuse, “I’m allergic.” Wheeljack decided to ask a different question, “are you a vampire?” Starscream started stuttering, “v-vampire? N-no, I’m not! W-Where did that idea come from?” He was shaking like the temperature in the room just dropped to negative thirty degrees. “Hey, Hey, sweetie, it’s alright.” He kissed his husband’s lips, “vampire or not, I still love you and I’m never going to divorce you because you’re not a normal human.”

Starscream blushed deeply but released himself from the kiss, “who told you that I was a vampire?” Wheeljack frowned, knowing full-well that he’s not going to like the answer, “Magnus did.” That gave the vampire pause, “did he tell anyone else? I’ll suck his blood if he does.” “Not yet, but you need to explain everything to Optimus.” “I understand, but I don’t want too. What if I get kicked off of the team because I’m different? What if I’m killed right on the spot?” Starscream wrapped his arms around Wheeljack’s waist and curled up next to him, “I don’t want to die.”

Optimus overhears that and walks over, “you won’t die, Starscream, you’re a vampire and there’s nothing wrong with that just as long as you don’t suck human blood.” Starscream looks up at the Prime, rapidly shaking his head, “not since I escaped the hunters and needed human blood to keep my savage side under control. However, thanks to the red fruits and candy that Smokescreen and Bee have been giving me, I’ve quit drinking blood all together.”

Optimus nods understandably, “good, just keep eating those and we’ll go shop for more if you happen to run out.” Starscream beams, “thank you, Optimus, I still won’t be joining you for dinner since I can’t be around garlic.” He was then met with a worried glance, “will you die if you consume garlic?” Starscream tilts his head, “no, I just get sick for a couple of days or even weeks. It all depends on how much I’ve consumed. Whilst we’re on the topic of my weaknesses, I get sunburned very easily so I need to put on sun lotion before heading out, a steak through the hear won’t work because I’m too quick and I will dodge the oncoming attack, and I sadly cannot transform into a bat.”

Wheeljack is already hooked onto this new information, “so what can you do?” Starscream laughed, already loving the attention that he’s getting from these questions. “I can use echolocation to hear any dangers in my surroundings, I can communicate with bats, and I summon giant bat wings and fly around whenever I want.”

Wheeljack is extremely impressed, he turns to Magnus smiling, “see? He’s harmless!” Magnus looks at Starscream doubtfully, “I still don’t trust him. What if he goes feral?” “Oh that’s an easy fix! Give me reds, lots and lots of reds. Candies, fruits, anything that’s red and I’ll calm right down,” Starscream kissed Wheeljack’s cheek, “he always goes shopping for my needs and I thank him dearly for it.” Wheeljack blushed deeply, “anything for my handsome bat.” Magnus rolled his eyes at the two love birds and walked away. Wheeljack held up his middle finger, “stop being homophobic! This is what true love looks like, Magnus!”

“I’m positive that he’s more upset about me than anything, people like him are known for misrepresenting vampires which led to massive raids and murders of vampires. Misrepresentation, fear, and hate is what got my parents killed...my brothers died because they got caught, they weren’t able run for very long so they easily caught up to them and killed them right in front of me. They weren’t even fast enough to dodge the stakes.” Starscream could feels tears stream down and buries his face in Wheeljack’s chest.

“I may sound crazy, but I think Magnus may plan to kill me,” Starscream hiccuped through his sobs. Wheeljack held his vampire husband tightly, patting his back every so often, “I won’t let him hurt you, I promise that I will protect you from anything related to garlic, sunlight, and stakes.” Starscream let out a muffled, “I love you,” before sobbing again. “I love you too, handsome bat,” Wheeljack cooed softly, still holding him until dinner is ready.

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