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broodygaming · 5 months
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ryanspinkfuzzyblanket · 2 months
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No Artificial Colours or Flavours
Blade Runner 2049 Fanfic - Officer K
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Summary:
K is on the run with Deckard and Ana. He doesn’t feel real, Of course he doesn’t, he’s a replicant. But there are some days where he feels more real than others
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The one where K tries chocolate for the first time
Warnings: Brief mention of blood and stab wound, the word ‘ass’ is said once by Deckard, some form of existentialism from K (?)
A/N: this fanfic was originally written back in september and was inspired by an ao3 fanfic. i unfortunately don’t remember the author’s name but credits to them. this is my first post on here so it’s a tad bit scary haha. i’d like to thank two blogs for giving me the confidence to in the first place @hollandstrophyhusband and @ken-dom you guys are such talented writers and i love reading your fics!
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There was a warm glow coming from the kitchen light that illuminated the small space. It was almost comforting in a sense.
Almost.
But something felt off. It always did. K couldn’t remember a time where he had simply been able to sit in comfort and feel. Even when he had Joi, he was never truly comforted. Everything felt artificial; never real.
The kitchen was mostly silent apart from the slight hum of the fridge that didn’t actually have much stored in it. The only contents within the metal box were gas station sandwiches. (Fridges were actually mostly made from plastic but that's besides the point). Only two remained out of the five they had stocked up on a few days ago. Most food supplies were stored outside of the fridge. This mainly included non-perishable items such as the cans of beans Deckard so graciously loaded up on. The assorted range of legumes didn’t need the colder temperatures that the fridge provided.
K noticed he had been staring a hole into the metal, no; plastic, box whilst he sat with his thoughts and quickly refocused his attention back to the area in front of him. There, just a few feet away from the replicant, Deckard stood with his back facing towards him. The older man rummaged through cans of beans in search of something.
“I’m not sure any more pills should go into your system, kid.” Deckard had told K as the two walked into the kitchen together moments ago.
There was a gruff edge to his voice as if his mind momentarily strayed elsewhere when speaking the words.
There was a pause before he continued. “But I've got something for you to try.”
Though it had been well over a week since K was stabbed by Luv, he found himself still sickly which was odd since a: he never got sick and b: when he did, he would heal up within a day or two depending on the illness.
“Yeah, I don’t blame you for still being ill.” K had been told by Deckard after mentioning he should’ve been better by now, “It’s almost like you were stabbed in the artery and were bleeding out in the snow.”
There had been a sarcastic bite to the man’s tone but the way the corners of his mouth twitched betrayed an underlying playfulness.
The sickness K felt caused him to consume more pills than usually needed. The usual amount being zero. He observed Ana’s face scrunch up in worry that evening before bed when he had popped his fifth of the day. He hoped the drugs would cause him to sleep through the entire night but when he found himself fitfully resting and eventually waking up altogether, he got up to find more. The action was odd. Usually, he would simply lay there silently awake, looking over the cracks in the ceiling and scanning his eyes over the impurities. Then again, the fact that he was sick in the first place was odd too.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
K whipped his head around to where the voice had come from, hands still in the drawer looking for pills.
He paused, finding his words, “Yeah.”
“Come on, follow me.”
That’s how K now found himself sitting at a dirty kitchen bench, dust mostly caking the surface apart from fingerprints from him, Deckard, and Ana. He looked on curiously as a soft bang was heard. The noise was soon followed by a grumbled string of expletives from Deckard. More sounds of the cans being reorganized was heard before a triumphant exclamation.
“Ah hah!”
K furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the older man pull his hand out from the bottom kitchen cabinet, holding a bar wrapped in purple plastic. Fancy gold lettering decorated the bar as it read ‘Magnifique’.
“This, kid,” Deckard spoke, opening the purple wrapping, “is way better than those pills.”
As the man unwrapped the plastic, it revealed a shining silver on the underside. K remained silent, listening to the way the wrapper crinkled and watched as Deckard's fingers pulled out a brown bar.
“Chocolate.” Deckard said simply, breaking off half of the bar and walking towards the dusty bench.
He reached out to hand the brown bar to K, who hesitated to take it. Deckard waved it in front of K, beckoning him to grab it.
“Where did you get this?” K asked as he took the half, “Isn’t it expensive?”
Walking past the wealthier suburbs of Los Angeles, K had encountered children eating the brown substance before. He remembered overhearing an elderly woman once, sharing a story to her friend about how her mother had told her there had been a time where chocolate and other sweets were cheap and easy to come by. K never took much notice of the treats. He was perfectly fine with his synthetic meat and noodles. Afterall, he wasn’t real so what use were human pleasures.
Deckard shrugged, “Traded the gas station owner for it. The guy apparently found a couple of bars and was willing to give it out in exchange for something.”
K eyed the chocolate before looking at Deckard. He had begun to feel it melting under the heat of his fingers.
“Well, are you gonna try it or not, kid?”
K looked at the bar. He supposed eating it would be a good way to rid his fingers of the uncomfortable stickiness he encountered with the melting substance. Taking a bite, K’s tongue was surprised at the flavour. He wasn’t expecting something so creamy and sweet, though, creamy wasn’t exactly the perfect word to use but it melted and went down easily. When his mouthful had gone, he took another bite and then another. Soon, the half bar was gone and he was left with chocolate on his fingers which he licked off before wiping them onto his sweatpants.
Deckard looked pleased, “Better than those pills?”
K nodded, “Yeah.”
There was a quiet moment between the two of them before Deckard spoke up again.
“You should go back to sleep, kid.” K gave a nod, “You’ll feel better in the morning.”
“The chocolate will help.” The replicant spoke.
Deckard chuckled before turning back around to tidy the cans of beans back to how they were before he had gone rummaging, “Yeah, I guess it will. Goodnight, son.”
K felt himself freeze at the word.
Son
He was surprised everytime Deckard said it. Son.
A son was somebody real. Only somebody real could be a son and K was not.
“Goodnight, Deckard.” K said to the older man.
The latter sighed and turned around.
“How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Rick?” He asked. There wasn’t any scorn in his voice, “You helped me reunite with my daughter and I saved your ass from bleeding out in the snow. I’m sure we’re on a first name basis.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize, son.”
There it was again. Son.
This time it caught K less off-guard but still made him feel something strange on the inside. He felt warm? Just like how the chocolate got warm under his touch.
“Goodnight, Rick.” There was a brief pause between the two words as K internally reminded himself to call the older man by his first name.
“Goodnight, K. Go get some rest.”
K moved off his seat and turned around, moving back to where his sleeping bag was in the other room. As he got on the floor and into the material he felt his abdomen strain slightly where he had been stabbed. Maybe one day, if they had a more permanent place to stay, they would invest in beds. K chose not to zip up the sleeping bag but instead draped the material over his chest. He glanced over to where Ana was sleeping peacefully, chest rising and falling steadily. He felt a sudden pang of warmth similar to how he felt before when Deckard, Rick, called him son.
K turned his head back towards the ceiling and looked at the cracks. Soon, he shut his eyes and darkness flooded him. Though he did initially struggle to find rest, this was far from his sleepless nights back in his apartment in LA. It was new and it made him feel more real.
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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years
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For the challenge can I request trey clover for “Speaking of trouble, we should have run into some by now.”
Ooh, this sounds like fun, I tried making something a bit funny for this!
“Speaking of trouble, we should have run into some by now” Trey x gn!reader
You two had done a sin. A terrible, horrible treason against the Queen of Hearts.
You two had snuck a cake in during the night to eat.
Trey was a bit hungry but he was trying his best to not eat anything, until you complained that you were hungry too.
“Why not we both make ramen then?” you suggested, kicking your feet up on the spare chair that was in his room.
“I thought about it,” he tipped his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “But rule 30 states that ‘noodles are to be eaten during a snowy day,’” Trey replied, “I don’t know if it’s a safe bet.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” you say, sighing and resting your head on your hand. Then it hit you.
“What about cakes? Technically we should be okay?” you remembered that there was leftover cake from Ace’s birthday party still in the kitchen, so you were thinking it would be okay. Besides, it wasn’t like it was a tart, so it should be alright, right? “I guess you’re right,” Trey nodded, he smiled at you. “You could’ve just asked me to make you something too, you know.”
“Yeah I know but still I wanna finish it before it gets devoured by Grim,” you remembered the little cat creature that was with the Ramshackle prefect. You were just a regular Heartslabyul student, but you couldn’t help wonder how it would’ve been like to be in Ramshackle instead. You tried to memorize every single rule but it was near impossible in the house you were in. So, here the two of you were. 
The two of you snuck out of the room quietly, making sure no one was around. But on the way, the two of you had almost knocked over a vase, almost fallen face first into the rug in the hallways, and almost fallen down the stairs. Sure Trey’s eyesight might not be the best, but the fact that it was both of you falling and tripping made it seem assured that Riddle would wake up and check on what was going on.
Thankfully, the two of you made it safely into the kitchen, hungry and wanting to finish the cake before Riddle saw the two of you. But while you two were slicing it up and sharing it, the two of you couldn’t help but share funny stories. Trey talked about the times when Riddle and he would play hide-and-seek secretly with Chenya and the cat-like student would just disappear to win. You shared stories about how Ace almost knocked Deuce’s head off during croquet.
“Haha, I can't believe he’s been in so much trouble already,” he wiped a tear and set down his fork. “Speaking of trouble, we should have run into some by now,” he said and as if on cue, a hand came down to rest on your shoulder from behind.
“Seems you are correct, Trey, Y/n.”
Great.
“R-Riddle! I mean, h-housewarden!” you jumped out of your seat, and Riddle crossed his arms. Trey also jumped out, standing next to you. 
“Have you both forgotten rule number 679? ‘No foods are to be consumed after nine o’clock unless they are legumes. I don’t think cake counts, does it?” Riddle smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. 
“Y-you’re correct, housewarden,” you dropped your gaze to your feet. 
"The two of you didn't know this?" now he was questioning you two.
"No, I tried but-"
"I don't want excuses y/n, tell me the truth," Riddle seemed to read you right away.
"Yeah, I didn't memorize past 300," you bit your lower lip, waiting for Riddle to lash out at you. But he didn't, instead he patted your back.
"It's fine, besides, I've decided to become a bit more lenient nowadays," he replied. He looked at Trey but your boyfriend just avoided his eyes.
"What about you, Trey?" he asked the vice dorm leader.
"I'm sorry, I forgot," he just lowered his gaze similarly to you.
“Well, I’ll be expecting the two of you to write a 2,000 word essay about your mistake, due at the end of the day tomorrow. Have a good night,” he quickly turned around and went to his room. 
“Trey, you should’ve done something,” you nudged the vice dorm leader who was standing there awkwardly.
“Nah, it’s fine, besides it’s just 2,000 words,” he shook his head. It was a sarcastic comment, and you were sure he was regretting eating the cake. But then he picked up the slice he hadn’t finished. “We’re in trouble now, might as well finish this though!”
You laughed, “You’re right. Cheers,” you picked up your own plate and walked with him as the two of you were eating. The cake was worth the trouble.
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dizzydizney · 9 months
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for the emoji asks- 🪄💪🥀
🪄 Fairy Godmother: You have the power to help any one ship become reality. Who’s your endgame?
Umvie! It could totally happen...
💪 Gaston LeGume: If you could fist fight any one character in the franchise, who’d catch your hands?
Beast no questions asked
🥀 Queen Belle: Which three Descendants fics are you currently reading and/or have recently enjoyed?
Been slacking on my fic reading lately. The only one I've read recently is one of my own, trying to plot a sequal haha
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loatheyoulately · 4 months
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me eating lots of beans: haha yes! love me some legumes!
me with gas cramps: im going to kill god
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ms-hells-bells · 11 months
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Have you ever tried making your own vegan milk?
products to make it, like soya beans, almonds, etc. are shockingly expensive in nz due to import costs and cost of living crisis. there is oats, but i don't even really like store bought oat milk, and they have the commercial capabilities to emulsify, flavour neutralise, and thicken their milks in a way we can't at home. i also do not own a blender lol. and i think buying oats, a blender, straining cloths, etc. is a bit more expensive than buying a carton haha
a good idea for people who have the resources and can get cheap grains, nuts, and legumes, though.
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balkanradfem · 2 years
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do you only eat what you can grow yourself? is self sustainability your primary work or do you have a more traditional job too? I want to learn to be more sustainable and grow food but my greatest pleasure in life is eating tasty food I don’t think I’d want to switch completely. do you ever eat out or really just stick to what you can produce?
Well to be honest it's a bit of a mess - right now I do buy flour, oil, salt, sugar and sometimes legume and oats, but I want to grow most of it on my own, sugar would be the greatest challenge, and salt is nearly impossible unless you have an access to the ocean or a salt mine.
The reasons I'm doing this aren't just ideological, I'm kind of, forced to. I'm struggling with chronic exhaustion, and I can do very little work (currently I work as a private cleaner, but not full time, I can't), so basically I'm in poverty, and I can only pay my rent and utilities if I don't buy food, and that is with 2 roommates. I'm not bummed out about this because I feel like I'm handling it okay, I do eventually want to move out to the nature, and figure out how to completely sustain myself and make it so that it's comfortable, and then I could start a community. This is kinda like a phase in my life where I gather as much knowledge and skills as possible, so that once I move out to the nature, I know exactly what to do and how.
How do you define tasty food anon? Food grown in garden has so much more flavour than the food from the store, it's almost incomparable. I find the things I can make extremely tasty! Every year I figure out how to make a little better quality meals and bake better bread so the food just keeps improving. Food is actually one of the greatest pleasures I have, aside from being in nature and swimming and exploring. My roommates are currently thrilled with how much better my strawberries taste compared to the store-bough they have. Once the tomatoes kick in I will give them to people as gifts, and they're always impressed with how good they taste.
I don't eat out, haha, that is way above my economical ability, I will sometimes, if I'm unwell and struggling, buy some crackers to not end up starving, or if I'm craving something I can't make, like olives, I'll get them once every year.
Once you shift to growing food, your mind shifts to growing as a primary source of everything, it doesn't really cross your mind to go to the store, you get things by making them. I enjoy that power so much, it feels safe, reliable, secure. And during the harvest season, you find yourself with more food than you can even imagine buying, it feels immensely rich and powerful.
If there are foods you can eat out that are impossible to make at home, I don't really know a lot of them! I think for pretty much everything restaurants make, there's a recipe somewhere, and it can be re-created and in bigger quantities.
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hatesaltrat · 1 year
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The two points between as far as I know would be: Polyanarchism: a collection of mutually acknowledging societies aligned for protection against outside threats that practice varying forms of anarchy under a 100% majority democratically-decided system of laws (i.e.; everyone has to vote on and agree to comply with any new law, any individual can, within reason, raise a contestation to that law).
Legum: An anarchic society based on reduction of human rights to it’s most pure form.  They're basically anarchy/libertarianism with a reassuring but flexible scaffold of order.
Legum is a nut right?
My own ideas vs these arrogant twatwaffles’ really aren’t that far apart. The main difference being that I’m not a jackass condescending anal flap who mocks anyone with a different view. Without truly taking pause and analyzing the differences I can surmise that our big picture world view is the same but I have less hate for people that haven’t read the same books. Several of these folks were recently far less shitty and I’ve lost a lot of respect for them and their ilk. To me that is a great part of the irony..,..if they weren’t such absolute cunts I could see me and many others siding with them. But they don’t care, they’re “above” people like us. That’s fine, I really can’t care less about it, while still wishing their shitty message didn’t resound so loudly with younger generations. I don’t disagree with their views nearly as much as I despise their shitty mannerisms and arrogant air.
When asked for any information they just spew forth “haha Fuck you bootlicker you’re too stupid to understand anything our professors have to say and the message we’ve swallowed hook, line, and sinker”.
Some are decent and kind people even though I don’t agree with their perspective 100%
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lovelytomoka-blogs · 1 year
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Mothers who are frenemies (Pt 2)
Characters: Senora Volcana(Pierre Del Fuego's mom) and La Avalancha(Zero Kelvin's mom), Madame Twirler(French Twist's mom), Ms. Pinata(La Pinata's mom) and Lady Legume(Snowpea's mom)
Author's note: (If you guys hadn't seen part 1 it's here; https://at.tumblr.com/cherrynaple/mothers-who-are-frenemies/cx08pm5btv91 (I changed French twist's mom name! Twister Twirler to Madame Twirler and I forgot about the summary in part 1 so I'll explain it here!^^ )
Summary: A long time ago when the twist squad mothers were young teenagers (I head canon that :D) and they were all friends (Haha new gen! am I right?) La Avalancha and Senora Volcana were still frenemies because of one incident... La Avalancha wanted to borrow Senora Volcana's headphones so SV(Senora Volcana) was kind enough to lend her just for a week. Until SV never received it again because LA(La Avalancha) may have accidentally spoiled it (somehow...) Until the present-day SV had never forgotten it.
Senora Volcana: Lady it's been so many years, and you HAVEN'T given back my HEADPHONES.!!
La Avalancha: Oh my GOD you still remember???
Senora Volcana: OF COURSE, I REMEMBERED!
(Lady Legume and Madame Twirler walks into the living room)
Lady Legume: You still remember until now, Volcana?
Senora Volcana: Of course I DO!! (Her hair lits up to flames)
Madam Twirler: Dear it's been many years! I think it's better to move on...
Lady Legume: Madame Twirler is right; you have to really move on because that's not how a grown-up should behave!
La Avalancha: Yeah! and just chill or else you might become an oven!
(Senora Volcana cracked her neck when La Avalancha said that)
(Ms. Pinata walks in the living room)
Ms. Pinata: Hello my dear friends, how's it going?
Madame Twirler: Not very well, hun (MT said that with a nervous look on her face)
(Ms. Pinata proceeds to analyze what's happening and realizes it)
Lady Legume: Yes it's happening...again (Lady Legume proceeds to rolls her eyes)
(SV not wanting to give up still is trying to force LA into giving back her (spoiled) headphones)
What will La Avalancha do? give Senora Volcana new headphones or just act oblivious?
Link to Part 1:
Thank you, cherries for reading this! If you want part 3 just reblog or comment down below and I hope you liked this :D
Mucha Lucha- Eddie Mort
Senora Volcana, La Avalancha, Madame Twirler and Ms.Pinata- CherryNaple
Lady Legume- Mucha Lucha/Eddie Mort
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babtest · 2 years
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Yeah i p. Much cut out dairy and really reduced my meat consumption, i was worried about iron levels but i love legumes so much its a challenge not to eat the chickpeas straight out of the can so that's fine anyway my arms just fell asleep again haha weird
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delajoy · 2 years
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08/30
Eis que cheguei aqui no dia 08/30, uma segunda-feira, puxaaaada, Meu Deus!
5h da manhã, treino.
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Café da manhã todo certinho.
Uma boa caneca de café e... Trabalho.
Hoje tomei uma decisão, hora de buscar uma coisa nova, estou há 4 anos na empresa, foi difícil buscar um mínimo reconhecimento por lá. E agora eu logo com más interpretações de chefe. É, viver nesse sistema que a gente tem aqui tem um preço alto!
Sabe aquelas chefes mimadas que gostam de expor pessoas? É a minha, é que eu aprendi a conviver. Mas já chega, né?!
E o quadrinho solo meu dia é;
"Eu não sou responsável pelas suas interpretações"
Como é difícil lidar com pessoas. As vezes é difícil ser controlada haha juro! Bom, tenho certeza que você sabe bem disso, da sua forma, você sabe!
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E o que as pessoas criam porque são umas bestas. É isso!
Mas... Ao que interessa.
Nada acontece por acaso.
Clichê, né?
Mas nada se torna um clichê se não fosse realmente real. Então, todo estresse de um curto período do dia valeu porque consegui refletir bastante em alguns pontos.
Embora isso, foi um pontapé para a compulsão alimentar 🤦🏻‍♀️. Dias atrás falei sobre isso, né? Então, esse ainda é o ponto, é nisso que preciso focar. Levar mais na terapia e trabalhar de forma aprofundada.
Para mim, sobrou só essa herança da MIA, mas hoje é diferente.
Vamos lá, encerrei a noite com Guioza de legumes. Amanhã tô às 5h de pé rumo ao treino. Então como algo mais leve dividindo aqui entre eu e o namorado.
E é isso, tenho escrito antes de dormir. Recarregar. Vamos!
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ericafugi · 1 year
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TORTA DE LIQUIDIFICADOR SEM GLÚTEN E SEM LACTOSE Aqui em casa não temos intolerância ao glúten nem a lactose, mas um dia fui fazer uma torta e percebi que o leite tinha acabado e foi ai que adaptei uma receita que tinha e já que não ia por o leite pensei em tirar também a farinha e ficou tão boa que agora faço sempre assim, vc pode por o recheio de sua preferencia, frango, legumes, carne etc. Essa receita fica super leve ótima para fazer no jantar e comer com uma salada verde então vamos lá e comenta ai os recheios que vc usou vamos trocar figurinhas haha eu adoro pitacos assim vamos aprendendo coisas novas🥰 Ingredientes 100 ml óleo 200 ml de água 125 gramas de ovos 75 gramas de fubá 75 gramas de polvilho doce 20 gramas de maisena meia colher (café de sal) 6 gramas de fermento em pó Modo de fazer Bater bem todos os ingredientes no liquidificador e por ultimo coloque o fermento e bata só para misturar. Unte uma assadeira de 22cmx22cm de diâmetro com um pouco de oleo ou azeite ,depois coloque metade da massa , o recheio de sua preferencia ( eu coloquei de frango com milho) e por ultimo a outra metade da massa e assar em forno pré aquecido a 180 graus por uns 35 minutos . Sirva com uma salada verde no jantar fica maravilhoso😋 dica: Se vc não e alérgico a lactose pode por uns 25 gramas de queijo na massa e bater junto e tb pode por queijo no recheio😉 um grande abraço 😘 https://www.instagram.com/p/CcMup0BrhuM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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iamsenhoritadeise · 2 years
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Vamos falar da experiência gastronômica de hoje: comida árabe! Fomos conhecer a @abra_kebabs (que me conquistou já na criatividade do nome) e experimentamos o maravilhoso tempero e as especiarias dessa culinária! Pedi um combo de kebab de carne (com molhinho de alho) e fritas, depois um kibe recheado com queijo e de sobremesa uma esfiha de morango com Nutella! Amei cada etapa ❤️🥹 ambiente agradável e bem legal de estar. Um detalhe interessante é que no cardápio eles colocam o significado dos nomes, inclusive aprendi que kebab é um nome de origem turca para carne assada no espeto giratório haha, como se fosse o nosso “espetinho” 😂 só que intercalado com legumes! O fato de estar no pão, enroladinho desse jeito, deixa tudo ainda mais gostoso! Sem falar do molhinho suave que dá aquele complemento maravilhoso! ❤️ Amei. Uma boa experiência! https://www.instagram.com/p/CeW38FwPoGI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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t0tal-suck3r-punch · 3 years
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Hello
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eviesmyspiritanimal · 3 years
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(Anytime that Harry and Gil start talking about stuff that Uma doesn't want to hear)
Uma: What?! I can't hear you! I'm---bzzzt---breaking----bzzt---up!!! I---bzzzt---losing you!!!
Harry: *sighs* Tha' only works if you're on the phone, Cap'n...
Uma: Can't hear you! This---bzzzt---breaking up!!!
Harry: ...
Gil: ...
Gil: Don't worry, Uma! You can call us back when you get better connection!
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dangerkeith3000x · 5 years
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me in a nutshell
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