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hai-nae · 1 month
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meant to post these sketches a few days ago? a week? but, well, life.
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randomprose · 9 months
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“Can you make this?”
Mo Guan Shan frowns at He Tian’s phone when he angles it in his direction. It’s a video of someone making cute rectangular layered cakes. 
He tilts his head a little, lower jaw jutting out in consideration, and He Tian knows Mo Guan Shan will make it anyway regardless of whatever he’s gonna say next.
"You into this shit?"
He Tian just shrugs. It's cute. He's into cute shit and he's not afraid to admit it. "It looks tasty."
"Hm," Mo Guan Shan hums with a non-committal shrug. "I'll try I guess."
'Try' he said as if that isn't as good as a yes. He Tian knows Mo Guan Shan won't just try. The second the question left He Tian’s lips Mo Guan Shan already took it as a challenge. He'll fucking do it and blow He Tian's mind in the process at how way better and prettier his version will be than the one in the video. Just like all the other times He Tian has shown him foods he thinks are interesting. It's as good as done at this point.  
See, it’s like this. Outside of work, the foods Mo Guan Shan cooks are just a rotation of his and He Tian’s favorite or any dish He Tian has mentioned even in passing that he likes. Mo Guan Shan has picked up on He Tian's picky eating habits and developed an instinct to mentally cataloguing He Tian’s niche food preferences and all the subtle ways he’s let them known. In his published cookbooks, at least half of the foods featured are a variation of what suits He Tian’s tastes and all of them have ‘For 贺天’ printed on the first page.
God. He Tian loves him so much. What the hell did he do in his past life to deserve such devotion?
The weekend rolls around and Mo Guan Shan presents He Tian with his own version of the cakes. 
He Tian, as he expected, is floored by how pretty they are that he doesn’t even say anything. He just stares at the little rectangular cakes in pastels decorated with intricate shapes made of fondant and meticulously piped icing.
"What's wrong?" There's worry in Mo Guang Shan’s voice seeping into defensive. "What? You don't like it?"
"No, its..." He Tian looks up at him, brows furrowed and a look of genuine conflict on his face. "They're too pretty. I kinda don't wanna eat them."
“Idiot,” Mo Guan Shan just scoffs and rolls of his eyes but the slight quirk at the corner of his lips lets He Tian know he’s pleased. "Just eat it. Food is meant to be consumed. I can always make more."
"These are definitely way, waaaay cuter than the ones in the video I showed you."
"They're okay. You're just exaggerating."
"No, I'm not," He Tian insists. "When have I ever lied to you?"
Mo Guan Shan stares at him. He looks to be considering He Tian's words for a moment before nodding curtly.
He Tian takes what seems like a thousand pictures and sends them to their group chat with Jian Yi and Zhang Zheng Xi, to his brother, and then to Brother Qiu with a very proud caption of 'Momo made these for me~. They’re pretty AND they taste great~.’'
He revels in Jian Yi exploding in the group chat and demanding Mo Guan Shan make some for him and Zhan Zheng Xi too.
‘Heh,’ He Tian types with a smug smile, ‘Eat your heart out, bitch.’
(He Cheng thumbs-upped his message while Brother Qiu’s reply was to tell Mo Guan Shang to bring some over the next time they come to the mansion. To which He Tian replies a very empathic ‘No <3’).
When he’s done gloating, He Tian turns back to Mo Guan Shan and knows by the look on his face that he’s already thinking about including the cakes in his next cookbook. He thinks that if Mo Guan Shan ever gets his own restaurant, he’ll make it so at least half of the menu will be to He Tian’s liking. 
"I love you," He Tian says and means it. Because he really does and because he doesn’t know any other way of saying it. 
"Wha—" Mo Guan Shan blinks, a flower fondant halfway to his mouth, and looks at He Tian weirdly. "Just because of this? You're too easy."
For Mo Guan Shan? He really is. Always has been and always will be.
"You take care of me so well." Mo Guan Shan's loudest love language has always been food and He Tian still can't believe how lucky he is that he gets to have this. “I’ve gotten spoiled.”
“You’ve always been spoiled,” Mo Guan Shan retorts as he bumps a forkful of chiffon against He Tian’s lips. "Shut up and eat your damn cake." 
I love you too.
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retr0-dayz · 8 months
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canfield labor day weekend fair
source: pinterest
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vudoo-child · 8 months
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genderwizard · 4 months
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i am feeling so fucking good actually
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sodacowboy · 4 days
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crazy how eating gives you like energy and stuff
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itstimeforstarwars · 14 days
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I'm an argumentative bastard just like both my parents but I try not to get into fights too much because a lot of arguments just turn into a waste of time but fuck man. It's really hard sometimes.
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cave-monkey · 2 months
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Tripitaka constantly asking for food, especially in the earlier chapters, reminds me that he was possibly about 18-20 at the beginning of the journey.
A little beyond the true bottomless pit stage, sure, but maybe not quite outside it yet.
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spootsaline · 3 months
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you know i think instead of talking to my little sister im just going to start buying stuff she cant eat so i dont go "oh i want x" and find out shes demolished the entire thing in a short timespan
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My brother referred to Labor Day as “The Pizza Party of Holidays” and I felt that in my bones
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theheartkinggg · 8 months
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fruitgoat · 8 months
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Wondered why I felt a little manic. Yep. It’s what you think. I remember telling my phone I’d take my meds in just a minute. That was over three hours ago. Meds have been taken. Reality should descend in less than an hour.
I’m still going to spend my afternoon stringing up lights in the big white tents on the lawn.
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marywoodartdept · 8 months
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Coming Back to Scranton
As students return to campus, our Off Campus Art News Blogger, Ellie, is here to share about one of her favorite local cultural events happening in Scranton, PA over Labor Day weekend, La Festa Italiana! Remember to bring your camera! #MarywoodArt
Hello everyone! With the official start of the semester underway at Marywood, a lot of us are coming back to the area. This labor day weekend is full of fun things to do, so I thought I’d highlight my favorite Scranton event, La Festa Italiana. La Festa is an annual celebration of Italian food, music, and culture in Scranton. I have always loved the experience of walking through the stands that…
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mars-ipan · 8 months
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guys help i’m craving Real Food so bad
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judas-isariot · 1 year
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E. Macron finally has a job !
Inspire by my protest sign "Macron, Why don't you get a job !?"
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If I have the power to generate IA art because of my sub job has the plagiat prevention team. Let me use it for the good.
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Me after working one of the worst shifts of my life, partly because all the white-collar workers get labour day off when it’s not even about them so they show up to my workplace in swarms but I still have to deal with them and my manager is still shitty and my supervisor is being a dick and I do not get paid enough even with my union holiday pay:
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