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universallovebot · 4 months ago
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love is stored in the kitchen
perhaps the world ends here - joy harjo // the world unseen (2007) - dir. shamim sarif // text post - @jacebeleren​ // daidai’s kitchen - @pakchoys​ // text post - @bicarusgf​ // in the kitchen - helena janecic // letter to donald windham - tennessee williams // お仕事  - @tomokohara​ // summer kitchen - donald hall // perhaps the world ends here - joy harjo
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filmnoirsbian · 18 days ago
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have you ever read the poem 'miss you. would like to grab that chilled tofu we love.' by gabrielle calvocoressi? i just read it for the first time and it struck me as something you might enjoy
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Thank you for sharing this, I do love it.
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sadswaggynerdyfrog · a month ago
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When I somehow make it to the years ahead and when I go to weddings, I’ll be the one who fell in love with both the groom and the bride at some point in her life. I carry august and shame around like a sharpened knife.I’ll forget how to walk at the thought of them having each other while I wanted both desperately, at the idea that I confessed only.twice.in.my.life like a sinner in a church.Yet all my sins haven’t been forgiven despite how much I loved and how much I haven’t been loved back, and I still haven’t been compensated for sewing the longing—towards everyone,even towards people with bodies sculpted like mine—into my veins.
And I’ll sit on a chair in a borrowed dress and hunched shoulders with a headscarf that’s been making me
inadequate
undesirable
for as long as I can remember, I’ll pull at unfinished threads and wonder where it all went wrong but maybe it’s always been wrong, I was born with the wrong flowing through me , I was born with loneliness stapled to my skin or maybe the loneliness was there before me , waiting near my mother at the hospital bed. But at least I had something waiting for me. I despise them for being meant to be out of reach. I despise my mother’s womb for not carrying me earlier. I despise it for carrying me at all.
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reaux07 · 3 months ago
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i made a collage today based on those “love is stored in the kitchen” compilations i always saw on @peoplehood !!! tap for better quality ofc but ta-da!
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the mod podge made the pictures bubble a bit but overall, i’m pretty happy on how this little project turned out! also shout-out to @jacebeleren to the post at the bottom!
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avainblue · 5 months ago
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this is our kitchen
i’ll stand in front of all the kitchen drawers and cabinets so that when you cook, you’ll have no choice but to move me out the way. maybe with your hands on my hips.
and we’ll laugh about it, see? laughter. look at this smile on my face. look at the dimples in our cheeks. you won’t get mad like my mother, in the kitchen that was only ever big enough for her. you and i, we’ll have an entire house of kitchen. we’ll bathe in the sink. we’ll sleep in the empty coffee cups. we’ll make love in the oven and hope it doesn’t burn us up.
and i’ll make breakfast, even though we both hate it. i’ll make pancakes until you get sick of pancakes. i’ll make pancakes until neither of us can move, until we get fat and silly and you’ll keep loving me, even if we need a bigger kitchen because i’m so full of pancakes, or if i burn the pancakes, or if we never eat pancakes again.
i’ll make you anything, you name it. i’ll make myself into something you can devour- beat me into the kitchen counter like dough and cut me into the shape of someone you could want. come home and be hungry for me. come home and eat the pancakes i made you. we’re having breakfast for dinner again. this is our kitchen. sorry if i get in your way. i only wanted you to touch my waist.
- by ava moore (me <3)
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poemhater · 7 months ago
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LOVE IS STORED IN THE KITCHEN
@july-19th-club // “Pro Chef vs Mom’s Homemade Dumplings” -Homemade presented by Watcher // “Perhaps the World Ends Here”-joy harjo // @apolohgy // “daidai’s kitchen” -by @pakchoys // “Two Ghosts”-Harry Styles // “THE KITCHEN STORES AN INFINITE LOVE”-by @poemhater // “salt and pepper shakers”-schuyler peck ( @schuylerpeck ) // “All Too Well”-taylor swift // “Just the Two of Us”-photographed by clifford prince king
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thesun-isgay · 2 months ago
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every one of steven's shows, whether it be on buzzfeed or watcher, just confirms that love is indeed stored in the kitchen
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universallovebot · 2 months ago
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love is stored in the kitchen part ii
text post - @july-19th-club​ // the haunting of bly manor (2020) - created by mike flanagan // dancing in the kitchen - lany // text post - @hjarta​ // making soup - @bagginshield​ // god’s work - anne carson // twin peaks (1990-1991) - created by david lynch & mark frost // little weirds - jenny slate // moonlight (2016) - dir. barry jenkins // writing prompts for the broken-hearted - eden robinson
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honeygrandpa · 5 months ago
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LOVE IS STORED IN THE KITCHEN PT 3/? quote by antoni porowski in interview with megan summers, the hungers of hadewijch and eckhart by donald f. duclow, in the kitchen by helena janecic, grilled cheese & tomato soup by noah verrier, all too well by taylor swift, @lavenderfables on tumblr, robert and mary frank, 1952 (dancing couple) by elliot erwitt, just the two of us by clifford prince king, call down the hawk by maggie stiefvater, wish by w.s. merwin
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monochcrry · a month ago
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Erika Lee Sears // Mary Oliver, Oranges // Nina La Cour, We are Okay // @monochcrry // Alicia Cadilla, The Boy Who Sells Sweet Oranges // Elena Katsyura // Ocean Vuong, Notebook Fragments // Amy Schmidt, Abundance // Elizabeth Kostova, The Swan Thieves // Elena Katsyura
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kenobireadsausten · a month ago
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baked two loaves of bread and made a goodly bit of sweet potato gnocchi today 🍞🍠🏡💐
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thehottestmess · 3 months ago
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Love And The Kitchen
@july-19th-club || All Too Well, Taylor Swift || Two Ghosts, Harry Styles || ...In The Village... , Veronika Orlova || Perhaps The World Ends Here, Joy Harjo || this is our kitchen, @avainblue || x, @soracities || Cooking With Moms Around The World, Beryl Shereshewsky || Hey Humanity, Lidia Longorio || x, @apolohgy || Night Piece, Osip Mandelstam
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kakashiswilloffire · 4 months ago
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Can I request a fluff short story for itachi!? Like family time with small sasuke and maybe shisui
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(Happy b'day to Itachi)
i've never written for any uchiha, but this was so fun!! also, it's accidentally mostly shisui, but i promise itachi is in it. hope you enjoy!!
ao3
words: 2.4k
fluff, no warnings!
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"Hey there, kiddo. Wake up," he murmured, gently squeezing the four year old's shoulder. He swatted the hand away with all the strength his sleepy form could muster and rolled onto his back with a tiny groan. Shisui grinned.
"Come on, Sasuke. You know what day it is, buddy?"
The child shot bolt upright, squishy hands reaching up and out to the man kneeling by his futon.
"'Tachi's birthday!" he remembered, thrilled. "It's brother 'Tachi's birthday!"
Shisui grinned, hooking his hands under Sasuke's arms and easily lifting the forty pound child high above his head before bringing him, giggling, back to his chest. "That's right, bud. Itachi's birthday! Now, you wanna help me with a surprise for him?"
Sasuke's eyes opened so wide they nearly fell out, matching his mouth that took in the biggest gasp his tiny lungs could handle. "Yeah!"
He stood up, adjusted the kid to a more comfortable position on his hip, and made their way into the kitchen.
Mikoto and Fugaku had been on a mission since the day before yesterday, and weren't slated to return for at least a week. This wasn't unusual, given their status as Jonin, but did frequently interfere with events in their children's lives that didn't require public celebration. He doubted that Sasuke remembered Itachi's last birthday, where only Mikoto was present and even then, just for the party, or the birthday before that, where they had been unable to get out of a Jonin's counsel where the elders kept rambling. Itachi never seemed to mind, always reassuring his parents, but there was no way it didn't upset him at least a little.
But when he'd unofficially gotten word from Hound that he'd be back from his latest mission by noon today, he knew he'd do whatever he needed to to have a celebration ready for him.
Setting Sasuke down on the counter, he went over the plan. Make a cake, decorate it and the house, and be ready to surprise Itachi. Sasuke nodded fervently as though receiving details for an S rank mission.
"So, Operation Itachi's Birthday…" he put his hand out, palm down, and looked at Sasuke expectantly. After a moment, the small child jumped and threw his hand on top of Shisui's. Together, they brought their hands a few inches down, then raised them above their heads. "Go!"
Navigating the kitchen cabinets with ease, given how much time he spent here, Shisui made quick work of gathering ingredients and placing them in the counter, making sure a large bowl was nearest Sasuke. He set the oven to preheat, then joined the kiddo on the counter.
"Alright, I'm thinking yellow cake with cream cheese frosting." Sasuke scrunched up his nose and Shisui poked it, getting his attention back. "I know you don't like the sound of cheese in frosting, but trust me. It's your brother's favorite and I bet you'll like it." He winked, waving a spoon tantalizingly. The child had loved the frosting last year, although he'd made the same protest.
"The question, though," he posed in an extremely serious tone, "is do we also make the frosting chocolate?"
Solemenly, Sasuke gave a single nod. "Definitely chocolate."
Shisui agreed, turning to grab a tin of cocoa powder. "Excellent choice, buddy. Now, we begin."
He scooped two cups of flour, leveling them with a knife and passing them to Sasuke to dump into the bowl. Normally, he'd sift the ingredients, but Itachi wouldn't mind lumps in this case. He followed it with three tablespoons of baking powder and had Sasuke grab a pinch of salt— maybe a bit larger than he would've liked, but it's fine—and add it to the bowl. He held it steady while the duck-haired child stirred it vigorously. Thankfully, there were only a couple of spills.
Then he had Sasuke add vanilla extract directly from the bottle, just advising him to pour carefully. Together, they cracked three eggs and fished a couple of shards back out of the mixture. Sasuke held a half-cup measure over the bowl, dumping it unceremoniously when it filled, like the large bucket at the local splash pad which he delighted in being dunked by when the whistle sounded. Shisui added oil, butter, and twice as much milk.
He placed the wooden spoon back in Sasuke's hands, and he slammed it directly into the bottom of the bowl. He grinned and held the bowl tightly, bracing himself. "Come on, kiddo."
Laughing, he leaned up on his knees and viciously stirred the batter, sending small pockets of flour flying asu he struggled to combine everything. The eggs streaked orange as the yolks broke, and the butter, maybe not as soft as Shisui would've liked, moved as one large clump.
When Sasuke tired himself out, he sat back on the counter and Shisui took over, combining the rest of the batter into a mostly smooth mixture.
"Now, we face a choice," he advised Sasuke. "Sprinkles in the batter or as decoration on top?"
Sasuke's face scrunched up in concentration, then he pointed up at the jonin. "Both."
Damn, the kid was good.
Shisui had Sasuke add sprinkles to the completed batter to his heart's content while he greased and lined a baking pan. Giving the mix a final stir, he helped Sasuke tip the bowl into the pan and smooth it out.
"Perfect. Now, I have a very important task for you," Shisui explained, again with deadly seriousness. Sasuke's eyes widened, ready for his orders. His eyes somehow widened further when Shisui returned the spoon to him and pushed the bowl in his direction.
"I need you to clean this bowl, by any means necessary." He winked, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel as the little boy started scraping the sides of the bowl and eating the leftover batter. Fugaku and Mikoto didn't love their children eating sweets, but they weren't here for Itachi's birthday, so their opinion wasn't currently relevant.
While Sasuke worked on the batter, he put the cake in the oven and got to work on a chocolate cream cheese frosting. He swiped a finger through a patch on the bowl Sasuke hadn't gotten to yet, earning himself a "hey!" from the child. Tasting it, he nodded. Not as good as what Itachi could make, but still full of love.
When the frosting came together, he set it in the fridge and grabbed a canvas bag from the entryway, digging through to find the birthday banner. With the bowl now mostly clean, Sasuke was eager for his next task.
"What's next, Shisui?" he asked, bouncing on the counter.
The teen smiled, helping him down off the counter. "Go grab your best drawing supplies, bud."
Sasuke ran off to his room without question, and Shisui started pulling streamers and packets of balloons to blow up out of the canvas bag, folding it and hanging it on the back of a chair when it was empty. He set the pack of candles on the counter next to everything else. He'd wanted to find a crow shaped candle, but that had proved too specific a request for the corner store.
When Sasuke returned, construction paper, chunky markers, and half empty pack of crayons clutched to his chest, he got him settled at the kitchen table before laying out his next mission.
"I need you to make Itachi's birthday card. You can write or draw whatever you want, but remember it's for your brother. Think you can handle that?"
He scoffed at the question, bringing marker to paper immediately. "'Tachi says I'm the best drawer."
Shisui chuckled. "You're right, Sas, how could I doubt your abilities?" Ruffling the child's hair, he grabbed a couple packs of streamers and headed back to the entryway. The cake had about twenty more minutes before he needed to check it, which was plenty of time to start draping the flimsy paper from the ceiling.
The time passed quickly. They worked in relative silence, punctuated only by Sasuke’s humming or various sound effects as he carefully added to his drawing. Shisui made quick work of the streamers, crisscrossing them and adding a gentle spiral to some strands. He had moved on to the banner, which he wanted to hang over the entrance to the kitchen. If he’d had more time to prepare, he might have made one, but instead he had opted to just purchase a generic string of letters spelling out “happy birthday”. Unfortunately, the serif letters had tangled themselves, and he struggled to get them free enough to hang.
He was so frustrated with getting it untangled that he didn’t notice the man climbing through the window.
Itachi was not as exhausted as usual, given that everyone on this weekend’s mission squad knew his birthday was today and had given him the fewest shifts on watch, allowing him to rest as much as one could on an ANBU mission. They had all worked hard to get him back as early as possible today. Originally, they were slated for arrival in Konoha around noon, but instead, they had made it back at daybreak and he was now back in his home at ten in the morning. He quickly changed into comfortable clothes, secured his weapons, and made sure everything in his bedroom was organized. Opening the door, he was hit with vanilla.
He crept silently through the house, wondering if Sasuke was here or if he had gone over to Shisui’s or another friend’s while everyone was on missions. The house smelled strongly of vanilla, and he heard talking in the kitchen. Slowly, he rounded the corner, staking things out.
“I think it’s backwards, Shisui,” Sasuke was explaining, scribbling with green crayon at the table. Shisui was standing on a dining chair, fighting with cardboard letters on a string. Itachi took a moment to observe the streamers everywhere, and the unopened packs of balloons on the counter. After a moment, he realized the letters spelled out “happy birthday.” He stood, shocked, for a beat before a timer started to go off.
“Ah, that’s the oven,” Shisui muttered, trying to work out how to get down without losing all his progress on the banner.
Itachi felt the corners of his mouth drag upwards slightly. “I’ll get it,” he offered, crossing to the drawer with the oven mitts.
Shishui swore, almost falling from the chair at the surprise. Sasuke jumped up and ran over to Itachi, wrapping his arms most of the way around his brother’s legs. “’Tachi! ‘Tachi’s home!”
He chuckled, having Sasuke back up before he opened the oven and removed the cake inside. Poking at the top, he was satisfied with the bounce and knew it was ready to cool. He turned the oven off and scooped his little brother up, relishing his tiny giggles as he swung him onto his shoulders.
“Let’s go help Shisui with the banner, okay, Sasuke?”
“Yeah! Charge, ‘Tachi!”
Shisui chuckled, watching the man who was fresh off what had probably been a grueling and dangerous mission duck down slightly and lead with his head, walking quickly to charge the child at him. He straightened up, Sasuke now at a height where he could fully untangle the letters and help hold it in place. “Surprise,” he said, catching Itachi’s eye.
He smiled, feeling warmth spread through his torso. “Thank you,” he genuinely replied. The two teens smiled at each other then looked away, trying to focus on anything else.
Together, they got the banner hung and iced the cake, Sasuke shaking an array of sprinkles onto its surface. Shisui insisted they place a takeout order of Itachi’s choosing rather than having him cook when he’d just gotten back. When it arrived at the door, they cleared off the kitchen table to eat.
“Wait!” Sasuke cried out when they started shuffling the papers on the table. He darted forward and selected two sheets out of the mix, roughly gathering the rest into a stack. He his the two drawings behind his back until the table was clear, at which point he made Itachi sit down for his presentation.
“First, I made a dinosaur.” He triumphantly revealed a red sheet where a green dinosaur had been lovingly, though not technically, rendered. It was breathing fire “just like you” as Sasuke explained. Itachi and Shisui were proud and agreed to place it on the fridge.
Next, he held out a much more detailed drawing. Itachi observed the three figures, all varying heights, and hands all held through arms of terrifying lengths.
“It’s us!” Sasuke shouted. “I put you in the middle, ‘Tachi, and then that’s me, and that’s Shisui, and over there is Granny Cat, and I put a crow over here, and— what’s wrong, ‘Tachi? Did I draw it wrong?” He crawled up into Itachi’s lap while Shisui turned to examine him, forehead knotting in confusion and concern.
Tears had welled up in the jonin’s eyes and began to stream down. He smiled, firmly wiping the wetness away. “You did great, Sasuke,” he choked out in a whisper, then cleared his throat. “It’s perfect. I’m going to hang it on my bedroom wall, okay?” he spoke clearly.
The child grinned. “’Course it’s okay, silly!” He climbed back down and into his own seat. “Now cake!” he demanded.
Itachi and Shisui made eye contact again, relaxing into the domesticity of the situation. Shisui moved first, grabbing the large brown paper bag off the counter and moving it to the center of the table.
“Lunch first, Sasuke,” he chided lightly. “Itachi, grab some plates?”
When lunch was finished, Shisui spent a moment in the kitchen arranging candles on the rainbow mess Sasuke had endearingly created. He knew it would taste good no matter what, though maybe it would taste better knowing the care that had gone into it. He lit the candles quickly and brought the whole thing out to the table.
He and Sasuke sang at approximately the same skill level, to Itachi’s great pleasure. “Make a wish!” Sasuke cheered when they finished.
Itachi took a second, closed his eyes, then opened them, leaned in, and blew the candles out swiftly. Sasuke and Shisui cheered, the latter already starting to pull candles back out of the cake so it could be served.
“’Tachi, what did you wish for?” the younger brother asked demandingly.
Itachi leaned back and smiled, sneaking a gaze at Shisui, who was searching for something to cut the cake with. Then he looked back at the child and poked his forehead with two fingers.
“I wished that next year, my birthday is just as good as this one is.”
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