#hearty meal

[ryanscabinlife]

Hearty soup made by Shawn. Perfect for a gloomy day

10-May-2023

#soup #bowl of soup #hearty meal #cabin life #food #foodblr

[comfortspringstation]

Slow Cooker Pork & Sauerkraut

#hearty meal #comfort food #winter meal #slow cooker #slow cooker recipes #crock pot #crock pot recipes #pork and sauerkraut #pork & sauerkraut #slow cooker pork & sauerkraut #crock pot pork & sauerkraut

[chrismcshell]

these guys know whats up !!!!

#yakuza 2 #rgg #food #it's stew season my fellow northern hemisphere residents get u a warm hearty meal

[thisisatestinggrounddd]

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#hearty meal

[queruloustea]

alright alright i know i’ve been posting an awful lot today but ..... i did draw the baby wrapped up :)

#hollow knight #quirrel #baby quirrel #he's napping after a hearty meal of Suspicious Objects™ #he’s being held by a responsible adult. of sorts #parents perhaps #or someone he fell asleep on #queruloustea #baby quirrel has consumed my every waking thought

[hairtusk]

vibe for the coming spring 🧿

#going to spend this easter holiday eating lots of fruit and veg and drinking lots of water #spending all the time i can walking in nature over the moors and forests. may even swim in the river on a good day. #and spending all of the rest of my time i. the garden making art or journalling or reading #wearing natural fibres and eating healthy but hearty meals #doing a two week HARD RESET to make myself feel human again

[cannibalovers]

one thing ill never forgive this man for is choosing to make slavic food for once and choosing to make fucking HOLODETS out of everything.

MEAT FISH AND JELLY

#got my ukrainian representation but at what cost #never in my life did i met a slav that liked aspic #could have made fucking borshch the best soup in the world #u can put meat in there hannibal #ull be fine. #or varenyky #make fucking human salo whilst ure at it with rye bread and u got urself a good hearty and DELICIOUS meal. #or dyruny. #I KNOW MOST DISHES ARE MADE FROM POTATOES AND STARCH BUT FFS WHY HOLODETS OUT OF EVERYTHING #hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal series #aspic is another name for holodets btw

[oddthesungod]

silly little sketch of my Leonin Barbarian from last night, Garlan's a dad and he prepared dinner for the party so we joked that he's the bbq dad type lol

#dnd #dnd art #dnd character art #oc art #oc: garlan #leonin #anthro #honse doodles #he's just taking care of his kids making sure they have a nice hearty meal! <3

[goodday-goodmorn]

Little blurb that’s been sitting in my Docs for while based on @auspicioustidings idea from a while ago now i think— But yeah! I’be got like zero motivation to continue this- butttttt i liked the scene a lot so it shall be seen now! (Plus it’s Mhari’s Birthday!!! Happy Birthday Mhari! :> Even though i’m a few hours late into the day Hope you’re having a wonderful birth celebration!)

Based on a a scene i cooked up where reader finally gets caught by none other than the Ghost himself:

The weight of a gun in your hand is familiar.

So is the quiet sounds of a break in. You point at the door, watching, waiting. Like clockwork it creaks open, and there he is.

“Don’t move.”

You say sharply. Making the gun in your hand well known to the intruder.

Silence. He stares at you, you stare back. How many times have you done this dance? Tense words and a dashing messy escape. (The poorly wrapped bandages around your abdomen throb answering you question for you. Too many then.)

You sigh, and lower the gun.

He doesn’t even look suprised.

With a soft, Thump! ,you plop backwards onto the bed, arms outstretched. The gun is still in your hand but it’s dead weight. (Just like you.)

“…You’re not gonna ever stop are you?”

It’s said up at the shitty hotel ceiling. Hushed in the darkness of the room.

“No.”

He says it so simply.

You hum, pulling your knees and legs up onto the bed and rolling over. Back facing him, on your side. You snag a plushie on the way, hugging it close to your chest and settling your chin atop its head.

“Well shit. Turn all my red flags to white then, i give up.”

Defeated. Hushed. Tired. It sounds so unlike your normal voice. “But you already knew that didn’t you?”

There’s a dip in the bed, true to his namesake- he was silent as he walked to sit. You haven’t even heard him.

“…Who did your bandages?” Gruff bastard with his gruff voice. Sounding way too passive for talking with you, an enemy, his target actually. He should be barking orders and threats to you, you’ve heard the way he speaks on a mission before, all bite and harsh. But he shows none of that tension now. Not a lick of hostility.

“Who do you think?” You snort out, tucking your face into the head of the plushie and vehemently ignoring him.

“Kid, you need help. You can’t survive on your own.” Straight to business it seems.

Without even turning to look at him, you halfheartedly raise your middle finger.

He sighs.

Silence. Blissful, damning, silence. You’ve no more fight left to give and he knows it. Months on the run, months of constant near death escapes, months of being hunted like a dog. You’re tired. So tired.

“Ya know, Torture isn’t an effective way of getting info outta someone: statistically speaking.”

“We’re not gonna torture you.”

“But you do want that info don’t you?”

More silence.

You hum knowingly.

“And what happens after you get your precious information? You’ll kill me? Maim me like all the other fuckers who end up in your shit list?”

“No. Never.”

He says it with such ferocity it almost takes you by surprise for a second. If you were to be facing him, you would see the hardness of his eyes. The pure conviction swarming in his gaze.

“Not you. Never you.”

…

Finally you turn to him, feeling far too much like a young little kid on the playground who just can’t understand-

“Why?”

Something in his gaze softness. He wants to tell you this because he cares. The team cares. All of them- that they saw you, a prickly, panicked little bird in over their head and flying blind- but he knows it an answer you won’t accept. One you won’t understand. Not at this stage. Not yet. You don’t believe in words, you’ve been lied too far too many times for that.

So he says something you will believe. A watered down version of the truth that feels like such a disservice to everything that makes up your very being.

“You’re interesting.”

You seem to digest his words. Turning them over and thinking in that little head of yours.

‘How long is that interest gonna last?’

That's what you want to say. You want to scream at the top of your lungs that he doesn’t want you. No one does. He’ll get sick of your brashness eventually- he’ll learn and grow used to your tricks. And when your spontaneity grows old, you know what’ll happen.

But you don’t.

You say nothing except—

“…Can I at least pack my bags? …please?”

He knows you don’t have much to pack. He also knows you’re one tricky, flighty little bird. However, he heard your small plea, sees the defeated look in your eyes, the way your hand is so lax around the gun.

Gently, oh so gently, he takes the gun from your hand. You don’t even try and fight him.

“Sorry little bird. Can’t trust you to pack.”

The sad look on your face nearly makes him reconsider. But he can’t risk you getting away again. Not when you’re so easy to catch right now. So vulnerable.

“Can’t you restrain me and then i’ll tell you what to pack?”

That, he can do.

“Up.”

Commands come so naturally to him. You’re almost jealous at how easily they fall from his lips.

Like the old defeated dog you are, you listen, sitting up and presenting your hands to him to restrain. You don’t meet his eyes.

He takes no chances, you are securely bound with a pair of handcuffs. He tugs on them, standing you up and nudging you to the common area of your hotel room. It’s a sizable room, a nice hotel, though truthfully you hadn't really been thinking when you booked it. Brain to frazzled and exhausted to think about anything beyond a clean bed and a hot shower.

The lights are flicked on by his gloved hands, flooding your vision. You hiss blinking and adjusting while he nudges you to the center of the room, down into your knees.

“What am I looking for here, bird?”

Your gaze flicks to him, then to the corner of the room, a vent right by a little corner desk with a lamp.

He follows your gaze and then, (with one last hard look towards you that screams ‘stay’), he walks over. Inside the vent is a crumpled up backpack, old and raggedy. It looks out of place amongst the clean cream colors of the hotel amenities.

He prods at the thing, trained caution. (You don’t blame him after your last stunt with explosives.)

Unceremoniously he opens up the bag and dumps all its contents on the floor. You wince, watching your whole life be scattered on the ground.

A journal, a thermal blanket, a lighter, cash, USB sticks, Your laptop in its thick padded casing (thank god), stolen hotel amenities, nicotine patches, several pill bottles, a half empty water bottle, a pocket knife, bullets…

Your own personal little horde of trinkets.

“Was that necessary…?” You mutter, as he stuffs some stuff back into the bag.

“Can’t blame me for bein’ cautious.”

“Well- i could.”

He turns to look at you. Just… stares at you, all you can see is his eyes at that dreadful mask, boring into yours. He doesn’t need to say anything. You both know you could but you never. Been through too much to really blame him.

You’ve saved his life before, even though he was hunting you. You both know you would never blame him for doing his job. Not at this point.

(Just as he would never blame you for running.)

#cod fanfic #fanfic #go look at auspicioustiddings they’re cool #reader insert #simon riley x reader #I have so many thoughts about this au #Simion is a treat in this #so soft #Reader on the run who is resourceful and just so absurd in their demeanor #i’m talking pulling out insane insults as they run #calling ghosts mask moldy lol #But also is a reader who is just so defeated and tired #they don’t wanna run anymore #not from 141 #not from banter through texts #not from stupid reaction images #not from strangers offering in full confidence to doordash you food while you’re starving #not from the resulting jokes about them trying to get an address out of you #Not from the warm yet hearty meal that shows up anyway #not from the closest thing to family they’ve ever known #but how could they ever stay? #It’s a dynamic set to fail #They are a target #An objective #So what happens when 141 finishes their mission #what happens when they are caught? #ANYWAY— Happy birthday Mhari!!!

[seasonalwonderment]

Beef Bourguignon Recipe - Vikalinka

#beef bourguignon #recipes #beef recipes #fall food #autumn #comfort food #cozy #hearty meals

[cuntftmtf]

local girl has conditioned herself to get horny from drinking any amount of alcohol

#my intox kink be hittin #op #intox #had like one red wine and a hearty meal and immediately feeling myself

[ramblingsofafanatic]

Kalluzeb Cottagetober 2023! Day 28 - Hearty Dinner

#art #kalluzeb #cottagetober 2023 #alexsandr kallus #yes theyre making pizza because my family likes to make homemade pizza - it can be a hearty meal shut up

[chikinan]

Oh so we're going with that. So there's no triumph or happiness in the gloryfication of stone-cold decision-making nor can it be found in the pursuit of a clean slate, the good and bad turns in life can't be tamed, our wrongs don't need to be evened out, they're no punishment or reward, and it's futile to chase answers or a toughness of character to protect us from harm. So there's an infinite number of possibilites spiraling outwards into infinity and in its ever-exanding current our only hope is accepting this reality in its astonishing beauty and holding belief in someone, something that allows us to accept that which is outside of our control, and lets us find sense in any outcome. I'm gonna kill you.

#mati barks #mati reads jjba #steel ball run #I feel unwell. I feel very happy. i feel like i just ate a hearty meal. #i feel like a poorly tamed race dog about to lash out

[leng-m]

Anyone have tips for a poor woman experiencing pmdd for the first time?

#i've no idea if this is actually pmdd #but it lines up pretty well #and i've never felt so exhausted in my entire life #like i have to eat a hearty meal every 3 hours or else i feel like i'm gonna faint #why is this happening now in my early 30s??? #i'm hoping i start to feel normal again soon so i can actually visit a doctor just to rule out any other possibilities

[wildbasil]

#gwyn ap nudd #medieval literature #medieval welsh #medieval irish #welsh mythology #celtic studies #something something a hearty meal #i can't believe i'm awake thinking of heart puns when aorta be sleeping 🥁 #thank you i'll be here all week #(good night for real though and sorry for spamming you all tonight 😘)

[imthefailedartist]

I made broccoli cheddar soup.

It was fucking bomb. I'm so proud of myself. Soups are high on my scared to make list, and I conquered my fear.

I wanted it chunky and hearty.

Broccoli (remove stems, rough chop), cheddar, potato, carrots, butter, onion, garlic, salt & pepper, garlic powder, heavy cream, chicken stock, bouillon, paprika, wholegrain mustard. Flour.

Sweat diced onion and garlic in butter

Add seasonings (Salt, garlic powder, paprika) to OG toast them. Add flour. Cook out flour taste. Add stock (and water if you add potatoes). Spoon of bouillon paste. Cover and boil to thicken and cook potatoes.

Turn down heat. Add broccoli and carrots. Chin to soften.

Add heavy cream and cheddar. Add a tablespoon of mustard.

Check for flavor. Add pepper.

Eat.

#soup #comfort food #soup recipe #broccoli cheddar soup #potatoes #home cooking #better than bouillon #chowder #hearty food #hearty meals