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riyarithvika · 12 days
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AiroCook Spectra: Experience to New
Discover the magic of air frying with AiroCook Spectra's advanced 360° Swirl Hot Air Technology. Say goodbye to soggy, greasy foods and hello to perfectly crispy, flavorful dishes every time. Whether you're cooking up crispy chicken wings, golden fries, or succulent vegetables, this air fryer ensures consistent and delicious results with minimal oil.
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With its sleek design and user-friendly interface, the AiroCook Spectra air fryer is as stylish as it is functional. The see-through window and inbuilt light allow you to monitor your food as it cooks, giving you complete control over the cooking process. It's like having a front-row seat to a culinary masterpiece!
Say goodbye to guesswork in the kitchen with AiroCook Spectra's 8-present cooking menu. From mouthwatering meats to delectable desserts, this air fryer offers preset cooking options that make meal preparation a breeze. With just a touch of a button, you can whip up gourmet-quality dishes that will impress even the most discerning palate.
But the AiroCook Spectra isn't just about convenience – it's also about health. With its advanced technology, this air fryer cooks food to crispy perfection using up to 85% less fat than traditional frying methods. Say goodbye to greasy, calorie-laden meals and hello to guilt-free indulgence.
Cleanup is a breeze with the AiroCook Spectra air fryer. The detachable frying basket and non-stick coating make it easy to clean up after cooking, so you can spend less time scrubbing and more time enjoying your delicious creations.
Experience the future of cooking with AiroCook Spectra. Elevate your meals, simplify your cooking process, and indulge in healthier, tastier dishes. With its innovative features and stylish design, this air fryer is sure to become your new favorite kitchen companion.
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r-aindr0p · 20 days
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And to finish the nrc dorm sticker series, the diasomnia boys !!
added the tail for malleus because I think it's neat
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doctorsiren · 14 days
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Stardew Valley needs some legal assistance!
WIP versions under the cut!
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bl00dalchemist · 1 year
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i’ve hit rock bottom but i got a drill and i think i can go deeper.
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a2zillustration · 20 days
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Good for you, Wyll (:
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hammerings · 7 months
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god of mischief, in ink 🖋️
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saeraas · 1 year
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beetlemp3 · 1 year
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Odies Burger Joint 70′s fast food chain 🍔🍟🌭 ✿Gallery ID: beetlemp3  ✿Restaurant ✿  30x30  ✿  No CC   (in the tune of O'reillys autoparts jingle) O- O - O - O OHHHHH ODIESSS BURGER JOINT! the most all out fast food joint in town
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jeeaark · 4 months
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Hold Person 🤝 Calm Emotions
Somehow getting beloved chaos party to communicate
Absolutely! Were it not for Gale's and Shadowheart's chaos control spells, this team would have been in a whole lot more hurt, ahahaha!
Forgive me for veering slightly off-topic, but I got inspired again:
The One Downside to Being the Team's Official Protection-From-Chaos Spellcasters
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And that's totally why Gale and Shadowheart hung out at camp for the most part in Act 3 and not because I was busy trying to gain Jaheira's and Minsc's approval
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riyarithvika · 18 days
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TURNING YOUR COOKING DREAMS INTO DELICIOUS ADVENTURES
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Hey there, young chefs! Are you ready to embark on an exciting culinary journey where your wildest cooking dreams come true? Say hello to the Geek AiroCook Air Fryer Oven, your magical kitchen companion that turns every meal into a delicious adventure!
Imagine waking up to the mouthwatering scent of crispy bacon and golden French toast sticks, all cooked to perfection with the Geek AiroCook Air Fryer Oven. With just a touch of a button, you can whip up your favorite breakfast delights in minutes, making every morning feel like a special occasion.
But the fun doesn't stop there! With the Geek AiroCook Air Fryer Oven, you can unleash your creativity and cook up all sorts of tasty treats for you and your friends. From crunchy chicken nuggets to cheesy mozzarella sticks, the possibilities are endless. And the best part? You can enjoy all your favorite fried foods without any of the guilt, thanks to the air fryer's healthy cooking technology.
So why wait to make your cooking dreams a reality? With the Geek AiroCook Air Fryer Oven by your side, you can turn every mealtime into a delicious adventure filled with fun and flavor. It's time to let your imagination soar and create culinary masterpieces that will impress your taste buds and dazzle your friends. Are you ready to join the cooking fun? Let's get frying with the Geek AiroCook Air Fryer Oven!
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grahamcore · 1 year
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i think hannigram could do the plot of gone girl (with hannibal as amy and will as nick) but it would not be over will cheating and being a shit husband. hannibal would fake his death and frame will just because he like. caught him eating mcdonald’s or something.
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superfruitland · 9 months
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"broken mirrors, and what do i see?
a man with no face, he's looking at me
i know i've got a million scars, wear 'em all on my sleeves"
get dipped in goop idiot 🖤 @intotheelliwoods
bonus lineart ↓
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just so you all can appreciate the effort that i put into the details, y'know?
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robiinurheart33 · 8 days
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I’m SUCH a sucker for drunk calls/texts confessing their love and y’all know I gotta project it onto ghoap (buckle up guys its a long one I had to break it into two parts SORRY) pt. 2
Soap’s blood is pumping. He can feel it heat up in his cheeks in the form of a blush, giggles bubbling up in his throat and his mind loose enough to just sew together a semblance of a bad idea.
Deployment had been boring at first. Stuck at home with unending nervous energy, fingers twitching and aching for the solid feel of a gun, the rough texture of his vest, the adrenaline clapping him on the shoulder before shooting through his veins like a drug. It was so unendingly dull. It’s not like he had anyone waiting for him at his apartment in Glasgow, and their break time was too short to visit his Ma.
So why not invite a few buddies out to drink? No harm, no foul.
Well, that’s what he initially thought. A couple hours later of wheezing and pounding of the table, shoes sticking to the ground and the smell of booze wafting though the air, Soap could confidently say that he was wasted. He’s leaning heavily on his buddy, chum, pal, that he for the life of him cannot remember right now. He’s swaying from side to side, feeling unusually breathless as he mumbles what could be the song that’s playing right now. He’s not sure. He combs his fingers through his hair, scratching a bit anxiously at the nape of his neck. Soap’s not sure if he wants to cry or laugh or vomit right about now. Pretty sure that’s a sign to fuck off, pass out on his bed and deal with the rest tomorrow.
Soap pushes off his… friend? Wait, did he even come with him? And heads towards the general direction where the toilet is. Might as well not look like a homeless person before heading home, wouldn’t wanna scare anyone. His head is spinning, pounding, loud, loud, loud, and nowhere near done with its madness. Soap slams his hand on the wall beside the toilet door, squinting and hoping the door he’s reaching for is the actual door, not it’s double. He does, in fact, get the right door (small miracles), and pushes it open.
He fumbles with his zipper and exhales heavily as he relieves himself. The man beside him in the toilet exits with a sniffle and stumbles out, the music getting louder for a second before the door closes again. Soap leans heavily against the sink counter and washes his hands, placing his fingers together and splashing water onto his face. Soap drags his hands down before greyish-blue eyes look back at him with a piercing stare. He blinks, and re-evaluates again. His hair is flopping to one side, weighed down by sweat. His face is flushed and his skin glows slightly with a thin sheen of sweat, his freckles just shy of being seen under his rosy cheeks, eyebags evident through the haze. He looks down and- oh. It appears his attempt at splashing his face with water wasn’t as successful as he’d hoped, half of his shirt drenched in water. Soap tugs loosely at the corner of his sleeves, releasing the bundled up fabric at his pits. He frowns in discomfort as the sticky heat of his arms lay back down against his skin. He sighs once more, not really feeling like his lungs are filling with oxygen, turning around and laying his hip against the counter lazily before pulling out his phone. 0237. He swipes down on his home screen and pouts at the “no new notifications” tab. He unlocks his phone and swipes through his contacts, unsure of who to drunk text at this hour. Gaz is probably asleep by now, if anyone has a spotless sleeping schedule, it’d be him. Price would have his head on a platter if he texted him about anything non-military business. Laswell, no. Ghost?
Huh.
Ghost…could be someone he could text. Soap isn’t quite sure if he would be awake right now. Do ghosts even need sleep? He huffs at his little comment, tapping on their chat together. Do they have the kind of relationship where soap can dramatically drunk text Ghost at 2am right now? Soap lets out a little bemused huff when he sees that he reached a dead end to their chat after one swipe of his thumb. Of course. Right bastard doesn’t text anyone. He tilts his head up to meet the flickering white light of the bathroom ceiling, watching water damage and mold streak across the concrete. Ghost… how is he during deployment? Does he still wear that mask around the relative safety of his own apartment? Does he have any hobbies? Does he go to the gym as well? Does he long to be back on base? Does he long to be back in the chaos of the war zone, alongside soap? Does he think of soap? Does he ever think to- before Soap knows what he’s even doing, his fingers clumsily type out a greeting.
Hwlli
That’s not quite right.
Gellp
Nope.
Hellu
Oh my god.
Hello
There we go! Soap smiles giddily at his screen, bringing it closer to his face before very carefully writing a much more sophisticated and brilliant follow up.
U up?
He’s the smartest person in the entire world. He supposes a part of himself preens at the thought of even just being able to text someone like Ghost. Big, bad, Ghost. He decidedly does not giggle like a schoolgirl. Just as his mind starts to wander back to the world outside the sickly bathroom, his phone vibrates, and looks down in confusion.
Drunk?
Soap frowns.
Who
You.
Wanna try anf gues, Lt?
You are drunk.
He says it like it’s a fact, like he knows everything. It annoys Soap, much more than it should. He supposes that it could maybe be something to do with the massive amounts of alcohol thrumming through his bloodstream at the moment, but he knows for a fact that it slices through his brain, presses against his throat and contracts his chest.
Yiu think so?
I know so.
Soap thinks Ghost is being a real dick right now.
Ittle know iy all
You’re drunk, Johnny. What do you want me to do about it?
Johnny. Johnny. Johnny. His head spins. If he closes his eyes and imagines hard enough, he can hear the raspy gravel of Ghost’s solid, thick British accent murmuring commanders into his ear. Speaking of noises, his brain starts to register more of the music from outside, the start of a song that Soap can vaguely remember, but he can’t quite put his finger on it right now. The electric guitar, drums and bass all purr in his subconciousness, his lips parting over the words, moving silently as he tries to pinpoint exactly where in the song he is right now. There’s this tune… think of you.. repeat, until I fall asleep, spilling drinks on my settee…do I wanna know? Soap whispers, his mind curling and his ribs creaking. He feels like he’s truly, deeply losing it now, fingers slowly loosening over his phone. His head feels too big and his cheeks are burning, his shirt too tight against his chest and arms and his toes too restricted under his shoes. Everything was funny and everything was too bright and shiny and yearning and blurring and he wishes Ghost was here and he wishes everything was different and he wishes life could just be a little bit easier and-
His phone is vibrating.
Crawling back to you.
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brattylikestoeat · 5 months
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unicyclingdogs · 5 months
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I wanted to make a new profile picture, and i cooked so hard‼️‼️‼️ going for a messier coloring style is so fun; im having the time of my life rn!!!!!
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comixandco · 7 months
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cleo sertori had a fear of swimming since she was a child and nobody considered for a second that getting stranded on a boat in the middle of the sea then falling into a cave system where she had to swim through subterranean water tunnels to the ocean where she had to tread water until a s&r team found them would be traumatic and exacerbate her fear into full aquaphobia
secretly becoming a mermaid helped her get over her fear but to everybody else her being cagey about the pool party and washing the dishes makes 100% sense when they stop for a moment and consider she’s probably terrified
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