#milk in cooking is underestimated

[youryanderedaddy]

Tw: female reader, nsfw, m!sub to m!dom, con to dub-con/non-con, slight degradation, hinted baby trapping My Ko - fi <3

When you and Gerald started hooking up, you didn't think much of it. Sure, it was fun to play around with your high - school enemy turned academic rival now that both of you were in the same old prestigious college. And you would be lying if you said that it didn't stroke your ego to have the man who used to underestimate you all your childhood pussy drunk and wrapped around your little finger. But nowadays he was just acting off - even for his nerdy oddball self.

Before he used to feel so nervous around you, cheeks growing hot at your light - hearted touch. Your rival used to let you lead - with your body, with your eyes keeping him down, groaning underneath you as you rode him to overstimulation. He always broke beautifully, crying out your name as your heat milked him dry over and over again. He was quite cute like that, moaning obscenely, happy to let you use him as a stress toy.

But slowly things started to change. As university work kept piling up and the once friendly environment turned hostile and competitive, your fuck buddy caved to the pressure. His clear green eyes muddied, turning gray - and his fist would wrap around your hair unprompted, pulling instead of caressing. His kisses got desperate, aggressive - he wasn't trying to please you, but devour you completely. Even his tongue, once so sweet and wanton, turned sharp and degrading.

"Like that, little slut?" Gerald would hiss in your ear while taking you from behind - only stopping to slap your ass when you didn't nod quickly enough. "Just like I thought." He would smirk, and it reminded you of that stupid self satisfied grin he used to do in the past when he managed to beat you at something. "I should have known you were only good for one thing." He'd keep going, egging himself on as he thrust into you roughly.

You, for one, didn't care. In a way you even liked the change in him - it was new and exciting to let him take control and ruin you for once. You just needed to take off some steam - you could play both the master and the slave, the dominant and the submissive; as long as he made you cum your brains out, you were content enough.

The thing was, this change was too sudden to be organic or born out of desire. The shift in his behavior had been too frantic, too emotional - and the trigger seemed to be you once again. You two had just started a new course together - perhaps the most important one in your career so far. You were tasked with a big project and you were making a lot of progress - so much so that your professor had tried to find you a start-up sponsor, something most students weren't granted unless they were close to graduating. Gerald didn't like that - although he didn't make it known at first.

The next time you met him, he insisted you go to his place. It was your first time stepping foot inside his den - which was, frankly, equally exciting and nerve - wrecking.

He greeted at you at the door - said his roommate won't be coming back today, so you have the whole flat to yourselves. Your rival had even cooked dinner for you along with your favourite dessert. The whole romantic atmosphere made you feel uncomfortable - you had never seen Gerald as anything more than some quick weekend fun, but your well mannered nature prevailed and you didn't say anything.

Eventually he got you laying on his small creeking bed, naked and tipsy off cheap wine. You were giggling when your lips met - his tasted like whiskey and cigarettes, although he didn't really smoke. There was something weird in the air tonight, but you were too drunk and horny to figure out what exactly.

Gerald started fucking into you with slow precision, making sure to hit your sweet spot - licking the tears off your cheeks as you cried out in pleasure.

"You feel like Heaven." He whispered, burying his head in your neck, his nose tickling your sensitive skin. "And you smell so good. So perfect for me." The man kept blabbering. His words began to sober you up - there were nothing like his initial boyish whimpers or the degrading praise he'd shower you in nowadays. This felt... genuine. Rehearsed. Somehow it made your skin crawl.

"You're too fucking pretty for your own good." He murmured to himself, bottoming out just to push himself all the way inside you - making you whine pathetically. You couldn't even think properly when he was making you feel so much. "Is that how you got that sponsorship, baby?" The man cooed at you, cupping your cheek - voice dropping dangerously. "Did you spread your legs for Mr. Smith like a nasty little whore? Hm? Is your dignity so cheap you're willing to do anything to climb the ladder now?"

He was rubbing his tip along your slit, teasing you in just the right way - but even the electric joints of pleasure weren't enough to numb the pain his words had caused you.

"What do you mean? I've never done anything like that!" You stated defensively, pushing at his chest - but he didn't bulge. "We've known each other since forever. You should know better to than to throw such baseless accusation. I'm capable - I'd never sink so low t–

He didn't wait for you to finish, driving into you with mad ferocity, eyes almost black now.

"I know. I know!" Your rival screamed as if possessed by a madman - then gripped your shoulders tightly, shaking you to your core. "But I don't need you to be capable. I don't need you to be smart or strong or ambitious." His nails were digging into your flesh, but you didn't dare complain. "I just need you to be mine."

You opened your mouth, ready to confront him - to ask him what the fuck was going on, whether this was even real, or just a cruel joke on his part. But you couldn't because in the next moment you felt his warm seed filling you up so deep it dripped down your thighs. You closed your eyes, terrified. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be coming inside you when he knew fully well that you weren't on the pill. Fuck.

"All mine."

#yandere #yancore #yandere smut #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere male x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader

[waxingrunes]

i can’t belive i forgot to ask but how did tiny’s valentines day go?? <3

Thank you for asking.

Tiny was a day late to Valentine’s because Moons was travelling and didn’t feel very well on the Wednesday so it got postponed to yesterday. To take the heat off him Tiny had gathered his resources (Lily) and directed a full two course dinner consisting of Remus’ favourite creamy tomato, spinach, olive linguine and home made garlic bread, followed by a lemon tart (that was shop bought because there may have been a last minute baking disaster caused by Tiny).

Remus told him he would be home for 6:45 sharp but ended up over an hour late which Tiny didn’t mind much, it gave him time to assemble his bottle cork behind his cardboard table. It’d been cut to the right height so he could sit comfortably at it, but it did lack support so he’s going to bring this up to Remus later today. Lily helped with the setup before leaving; making sure his box was sat perfectly adjacent to Remus’ table setting, rolling Remus’ napkin, lighting a candle (that Lily placed high enough so Tiny wouldn’t get any stupid ideas over trying to get closer to sniff), pouring some of Remus’ favourite red wine and some grape juice for Tiny (toothpaste cap).

The scene was set, Tiny was dressed in his bow tie, shirt and smart dress pants but he did nod off for the last half an hour before Remus got home. Turns out he underestimated the energy it would take to direct someone else’s cooking.

When Remus got home, Tiny gifted him a small foil wrapped milk chocolate heart that he’d been hiding for over a week. Remus gave him a teeny wolf plush (it was originally a keyring but he cut the ring off because finding a toy small enough is difficult) for him to sleep next to and cuddle when he’s away for business or the full moon. He also wove four rose petals together carefully to make one mini rose and sat it between them while they ate.

Remus complimented Tiny’s bow tie and Tiny will never forget it. Tiny told Remus he is the most important to him in the whole world and Remus will never take it for granted. Remus kissed him on the cheek (practically the entire left side of his head) and he fell asleep belly up on his torso, bow tie loosened, in the middle of watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Remus didn’t move all night because he’d rather die than disturb the dribbling angel drop.

#tiny #ask

[riseofamoonycake]

May we ask for a lactation part 2 with, maybe Buddha, shiva or Rudra? Or whoever you prefer? 🫣🫣

And the second part of the lactation kink is here!!! Here is the first part.

I enjoyed the writing a lot, so thank you! 

Guest gods (and humans!): Buddha, Rudra, Shiva, Loki, Marie Curie, Alfred Nobel, Isaac Newton 

Warnings: mention of sex, kink (lactation kink), dirty talking, nudity, abuses (not from the Ror characters or the reader!)

Notes: the reader is female or AFAB

🍭Buddha

The perfume that invades the kitchen is the best start to the day that anyone could wish for. Cinnamon, vanilla and a slight hint of jasmine, coming from the vase of flowers on the table behind you, pleasantly intertwine in the air and soak your hair, together with the flour that dyes the ends of it. Even your face is covered in white powder, because when you cook you don’t set yourself any limits; and it is always worth it, even when the room looks like a battlefield complete with dead milk cartons and leftover dough scattered around as a warning. The oven works at full capacity, swallowing and giving biscuits and cakes, and the tune you hum keeps it company in the absolute peace of the early morning; at least until, during the preparation of another sweet, a shadow crosses the door and begins to slip through the chaos that reigns supreme, approaching your figure without making any noise.

It is too late to escape him: when his hands tighten around your waist and the mouth kisses your earlobe, you are already his. «Buddha!», you scream, jumping in surprise and grabbing his fingers with yours, smearing them with flour, «but why do you always have to come up behind me?»

As a first response he explodes in a silvery laugh, then rubs his chin against your head and closes his eyes, basking in the heat that rises from you. «You’re always with your head in the clouds, I have to take advantage of it! Try to understand me!»

«As always, you want to be right… and no, no! It’s not the time, go away!» Suddenly frowning, you lightly slap the god’s hands already outstretched to slip into the bowl of dough and then you grab this and lift it, trying to bring it as far as possible from Buddha’s reach.

In response, he huffs and makes an exasperated noise, then pulls away from you and puts his hands on his hips. His height and strength would allow him to get right over you and get what he wants in a second, and yet he doesn’t. Something doesn’t add up… «What an injustice! At least let me taste if it’s good!»

«It is, it is, don’t underestimate my talents! And look over your shoulder, you have an army of sweets waiting for you, why do you have to pester me?»

«But they’re still hot! They would burn my hands!»

You roll your eyes in exasperation and turn away from him, leaning over the bowl to protect it from further attacks. «Make sure you don’t play tricks…», you warn him, «or… Buddha.»

Again, his hands pass by your hips; this time, however, instead of looking for the dough, they land on your belly, massage it gently and then go up following the curve of your breasts, swollen with milk. Here his fingers stop and, without you being able to do anything about it, they begin to squeeze and press, prompting you to arch your back and lean against his chest, a moan already in your throat. Buddha seems to forget all about the sweet you are making, turns you and lifts you up to sit on the table, shifting bowls and molds with his elbows and grabbing you under your knees to spread your legs, then slipping between them as his gaze seeks yours and a lascivious grin rises across his face; you, on the other hand, are quick to get rid of your apron and chase his fingers, competing to see who is the first to unbutton your shirt and bare your chest.

«Here’s what you’re really hungry for…», you murmur between smiles as you close your eyes and tilt your head back, letting Buddha pull you closer to him and to his intimacy already erect and pulsating through the clothes’ fabric, take your wrists to keep you still and in the meantime start kissing both your breasts, lingering on the nipple and the areola, lightly stimulating them with the fangs and sucking, filling himself with milk so much that some of it drips from the corners of the mouth.

Between shivering, spasms of pleasure and long sighs, something tells you that you will have to wait a long time before you can finish your work, but who knows why, you won’t be so sorry.

🌪️🐅Rudra + Shiva

Though centuries have passed since it first felt that touch, your skin can’t help but become clay, soft matter, under Rudra’s gentle hands. It longs for the rough fingers full of stories and wanderings, drinks all the heat and rubs against a body capable of giving the most intense pleasure as much as the protection it most seeks, trusts and abandons itself completely. Nothing bad will ever come to you from the God of Storms, on the contrary: the little sleeping creature that he is now holding in his arms, without letting even one of them free, is yet another proof that only joy and good can come from him, that you are at safe and loved; and you can’t help but smile as you look before you, at your son resting against his father’s chest, your eyes moving continuously from the little one’s face to Rudra’s rapt and moved expression, as happy as you are ― and perhaps even more ― for the sweet gift of your belly.

«Sooner or later he’ll let me cradle the baby, huh.»

Shiva’s voice enters your mind like a light breath, so you turn towards the God of Destruction placidly and comfortably lying on the cushions placed a short distance from you and Rudra, his gaze fixed on the child and the expression slightly frowning; your smile turns into a grin, you rarely miss a chance to tease him about anything. «Are we jealous, Lord Shiva?», you sing him softly, lifting yourself on your elbows and emerging from the blankets you are lying on, reaching out to stroke the newborn’s head and cheeks, «You don’t want to take him away from us, do you?»

«Don’t worry, Y/N, he just has to try», Rudra replies without even moving his gaze, starting to gently cradle the baby and continuously kissing his forehead.

«He’s already jealous…», Shiva sighs, turning on his side and supporting the head with one hand, while crossing the others on the chest and placing one on the hip, «when Ganesha was born I was not so tyrannical, and I’m not even now!»

«Yes, we all stole him from you!», you reply in a honeyed voice, «it was so nice to hear you protest because we never let you have him.«»

«Here, so now I should do the same thing!»

You shake your head and don’t stop smiling, then you reach out more towards Rudra and put your nose into your baby’s chest, rubbing it slowly; without ceasing to sleep, he reaches out a little hand towards your face and softly touches it, and you close your eyes, your heart completely conquered. A sudden humidity invades your chest and slowly descends towards your belly in small shivers, you know what it is; and when you withdraw and lean back on the blankets, you stare without alarm at the wet bodice of your dress, with the two patches on your breasts becoming larger and larger. You are not embarrassed by the presence of Shiva: more than once he has seen you breastfeeding the puppies and orphans who have come to you to be fed, and as a mother goddess you are, you have never been ashamed of such a natural and sweet act, even if done in front of people who are not your husband. Now that you have a baby of your own, it is normal for your breasts to ooze milk all the time, at the mere sight of him; so everything is as it should be. «Now I will feed him», you murmur softly to Rudra, looking up at his face, «then you can cuddle him aga― are you listening to me?»

No, he is not doing it: because the god’s gaze is fixed on your now damp corset, his pupils enlarged and the breath cut off; next to you, Shiva also breathes more silently, but you can feel the heat of his skin increase and he slowly approaches, to better observe what is happening. Great, you think as a subtle and involuntary blush crims your cheeks, just in a moment like this you had to excite both of them; and now?

Now Rudra takes care of it, who moves and reaches Shiva; he stretches out all four arms, takes your son and hugs him as if he were worth his life, grinning triumphantly as the God of Storms turns full on you, towering over you with his full height as he approaches and stares at you with the most excited expression you have ever seen on him. «Shiva, please take care of our son and leave us alone. And for a long time», he murmurs; and at those words your blush becomes deep, violent and intense, and in an instinctive movement you rub your thighs against each other, knowing full well what is to come.

«Well, what can I say… have fun! And try not to dry her, remember that your child needs milk too… and me too.» The God of Destruction flees before Rudra can reply by a syllable, but he doesn’t even look at him: his attention is all on you, on your wide and waiting eyes, your rapid breathing and your body that is already quivering and shaking as soon as the god kneels in front of you and reaches out towards your face, stroking your cheek gently with a hand while the others are already tight around your clothes and are slowly lowering them, uncovering you. «Abandon yourself to me», your husband murmurs in your ear, while his fingers caress your hips and run from your chest to your belly, prompting you to lie down completely on the blankets and let him climb on you, then wedge him between your legs one once he has slipped into it, «relax and leave everything to me.»

You can do nothing but obey, because that is what you want; you close your eyes and throw your head back, wrap your arms around Rudra and dig your nails into his shoulders, and sigh loudly. «Go on then, your queen is waiting.»

You don’t need to see to know that he smiled, then grinned slightly: the pressure on your hips increases and his mouth imprisons your breasts in a thrilling dance, and you become his. 

Completely his.

🐍Loki

Only the wind and the early sun play with your hair: you feel it even now, still immersed in dreams, at the foot of the oak that watches over the whole forest. Only someone quite crazy and desperate like you could choose to spend the night here, in the heart of a place that everyone knows is sacred to the gods; but if it is them you need to fear, and not men, then you are ready to face the terror reserved only for blasphemers. Humans have scared you enough.

The nature around you is wild, but it loves you: the thousand eyes of the birches watch your every breath, the way your belly rises and falls as you dream of running along beaches as black as melted obsidian, the smile that folds his arms before images of such freedom; yet, rather than waiting for the moment of your awakening to condemn you, they seem to watch over you. Wildflowers and mushrooms of all kinds grow all around you, the river nearby flows intense and vibrant; the light, on the other hand, now struggles to penetrate, it almost seems that the trees are thickening their foliage to deny it access and protect the darkness of the place.

On the other hand, the sun shines brightly on your dream journey: those you see are memories, eternal middays and very long afternoons, expanses of low vegetation, mountains that pierced the sky, and your joy as a child. It is not easy to be born free and have everything without possessing anything, and grow up to find yourself surrounded by golden and silver, yet be deprived of love, warmth and care, captive and despised. This is why the forest has welcomed you: however dangerous the badgers are on your way, hungry the beasts that are smelling your scent and are gathering to reach you, red the berries that would kill you in not even an instant, you are not afraid of them.

Suddenly, however, it is the forest that trembles for you: someone has just entered it, definitively driving away the sun and bringing a thinner darkness with them, converging the eyes of the birches towards their figure as they follow your path step by step. The beasts give up approaching, flee to look for other prey: someone bigger than them has preceded them and is following your tracks, even if they wouldn’t need to, they already know where you are. It is the amusement he anticipates and the curiosity that move his feet, and the threat he is about to bring upon you, that you curl up on the ground as if feeling the approaching storm, but without ceasing to sleep.

«Ah! Found youuuu. Look at this sweet, filthy girl…»

Loki’s grin is terrible as he approaches your body abandoned to sleep and stares at you: it is the only illuminated part of his face, because his gaze is wrapped in the violet shadows of a cruel complacency and the spiteful desire to see your confusion, your panic, upon waking. Did you think you’d escape his attention, favored by midnight, when you entered the forest where only he can enter? And still do you really think you can take refuge forever in your sleep, in your happy visions, now that he towers over you, climbs on you and crouches on your lap, and you can’t escape anywhere? «Big mistake: you could have chosen any place for your outings, but you desired the ruin as a blanket. Wake up, woman, and accept the consequences of your actions.»

There is no sweetness in the tug the god gives your arms nor in the expression with which he devours every flicker on your face; but there is some in the touch with which, in response to the solicitations, your fingers tighten around his wrists and block him in surprise. What are you doing? «Finally, some warmth on my skin…», you murmur with your eyes tightly closed, slightly arching your belly towards him, tilting your head to one side and sighing as you smile, «are you the sun, unknown man?»

Loki widens the eyes and retracts the hands with a jerk, depriving you of his warmth; he jumps back and continues to stare at you, eyes flashing and a dark aura emanating from him, teeth grinding in a menacing snarl. Who are you to act like that, even daring to touch him? How dare you, cursed human? Quickly, fueled by your peaceful expression, his deep irritation begins to turn into pure anger; and when he approaches you again, you really should fear.

For a second time, the Father of Lies stops, shocked and dazed; and his hands fall to the sides as the eyes can only lock onto your chest. Underneath the heavy cloak that covers your arms peeks out the bodice of what looks like a nightgown; and this is wet at the level of the breasts, overwhelmingly visible through the thin cloth made transparent by the liquid that drenches them, with the turgid nipples that press against them and the dark areola that most of all invites kisses and caresses. The sight of them and of the continuous flow of milk, which even runs down your side and escapes the restrictions of the fabric to fall on the grass, upsets him and dries his throat, preventing him both from proceeding with the punishment he wanted to give you and from to leave; his tongue hisses as his violet eyes fill with your pure maternal beauty, with the little tremors that go through you as you finally start to leave sleep and your body prepares to wake up, with your voice humming sweet words, perhaps a lullaby that it is not for you, and neither is it for him.

Loki says nothing as he disappears into the shadows of the badgers, a flash of green and purple signaling where he is hidden, and from there he watches what is happening; hands clenched into fists, eyes narrowed, he glares at you as you rouse yourself, sit up and stretch slightly, then shiver in the morning air and wrap yourself completely in your cloak. What did you do to him? Now only the vision of your innocent figure dances in front of him, while the nostrils are filled with the smell of milk and his fingers wonder if they shouldn’t stop more on your arms, and his hands hold back between yours.

You’ll pay for that too, Loki thinks as he begins to retreat and vanish like a ghost before the fire, interrupting the hunting ― but only momentarily, and you’ll give me all the answers I want. Wait for me, you don’t even imagine what you started, human… nor what will follow.

🔬Marie Curie + Alfred Nobel + Isaac Newton

«Nobel! Go away from there, move! Look out, we’re going to catch fire soon!»

«Strange case, he’s always the one who risks blowing up everything…»

«And you, Newton, what are you doing with those knives? Mon Dieu, as you embarrass me, no one else...»

«CURIE! CURIE, LOOK WHERE YOU’RE PUTTING YOUR HANDS, THE STOVE IS ON!»

Smiling, you look up from another notebook that you are filling with all sorts of notes and the next instant you put your pen near to it; you rub your neck while listening to the three scientists discussing everything as usual, then you shake your head and sigh of resignation, but more of tenderness. When you decided to write a book about three of the Earth’s top scientists and, after finding them, you brought them together in your house to follow them day and night and make your work easier, you didn’t think you’d have so little time for yourself and concentration equal to zero; but neither that there would be a lot of laughs, unforgettable moments, and a million things to learn. You are an excellent writer, serious and prepared, and you are putting all of yourself into following their words as much as possible while they explain experiments and discoveries to you; it is not always easy, but you are learning, and all three of them are always kind, patient and helpful towards you.

And genuinely adorable, and lovable.

Marie Curie is a tornado of enthusiasm: you are enchanted by watching her excited face as she tells you about her life, you stare at her as if in a dream as she whirls around and runs from one side of the room to the other, all taken up with the conversation and from the demonstration of what she has accomplished, and the hours fly by without being able to stop as she sits next to you and helps you to transcribe her work as correctly as possible.

Alfred Nobel instead has one of the most beautiful smiles you will ever see, especially when he looks at his colleagues and tries to appease them like a father, and he never fails to caress you gently with his big warm hands. He is strong, he is huge, yet so delicate and respectful when he bends over your notes and makes sure not to take up space for you, and then explains what can be improved or showers you with praise if everything flows perfectly: he pampers you like no one before, and you can’t help but blush every time, it is stronger than you.

Isaac Newton, on the other hand, loves the outdoors: being hosted in a house with a huge garden allows him to go out at any time and observe the world, and you too, with your ever-present notebook. His quiet and peaceful voice guides you firmly wherever he wants, with him at your side the hand never stops but is always intent on jotting down something, even if they were simple impressions: sometimes his thoughts are difficult to follow, so with him you have the most complex speeches ever faced… even if you don’t do so badly, to see the smiles and the words of approval he addresses to you.

Basically, your days have improved markedly now that the three of them are with you: there is so much chaos, the house is always full of voices and footsteps and screams, the rooms are the realm of disorder or have been changed according to the scientists’ needs, and it must be said, all three are absolutely terrible at cooking ― even if you continue to leave them the kitchen so as not to offend them, and to allow them to continue practicing ―: but the more days go by the more you would like to stop them, and so you try to imagine if… if they had to always stay here with you, with all their skills and enthusiasm, with all that they are.

Only one thing is missing to make everything really perfect: your recently born daughter, who stayed with her grandparents to allow you to work without other thoughts and not to disturb the scientists. It is something you knew would happen, you never deluded yourself about it: yet you miss her every moment, she is the shadow that hides behind your laughters and the cause of the tears that occasionally fall from your eyes, when night is deep and even your guests can’t completely overcome its strength, and you cradle and hold air in your arms. Furthermore, even if your little girl is not here with you, your chest continues to spurt milk: the mere thought of her is enough to release a few drops, which you manage to hide under heavy clothes to not raise painful questions, but how long will it last? How long will you last? Even now you miss her… you may start to tremble so much you want to hug her…

«Y/N! Come, lunch is ready, and maybe this time it’s even edible. Hopefully, at least… Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?»

It is a caress on the head, given by Marie, that takes you back from the world of your thoughts: you widen your eyes and jump, turning and meeting the slightly worried gaze of the woman, who stands still for a moment and then bends towards you. «You are very pale… what happened? Do you want to lie down?»

Her sweet voice, so motherly and shrewd, teases your tears and you have to make an enormous effort to hold back them; you succeed, and at that point you take a strong sigh and stand up, the scientist’s chest a few centimeters from yours. «I’m just hungry, don’t worry for me», you invent an excuse, taking Marie by the hand and heading with her towards the kitchen, from where you hear Alfred and Isaac arguing.

«Hey, Y/N! Look, this time we should have made it… we hope you like it!»

You reply to Nobel’s sunny smile and his enthusiasm by smiling back, then nod. The scent that comes from the pan that Newton is holding isn’t the worst you have ever smelled, so this time you too have good hopes and, having gathered the dishes, you start to get closer to him; at this point, however, a hand from Marie grabs your arm, stopping you. «Wait a minute… what about that? Is that milk?»

You petrify yourself for a few moments, then find the courage to follow Marie’s gaze and point your eyes downwards, at the trickle of opaque liquid that emerges from the sweater and, passing a small strip of exposed skin, wet the hem of trousers. Damn, you think as you bite your lip and your cheeks begin to flush, but was this just supposed to happen?

«Yes, it’s milk», Alfred comments as he gets closer to you, followed by Newton who has made the pan disappear who knows where, «and it’s interesting that you continue to have some after all this time, and with your daughter far away…»

«I don’t know about you, but I’d say we’ve found a subject worth studying», adds Isaac, narrowing his eyes as he stares at the trickle and then at your face, «how do we proceed, colleagues?»

«Hey, you three, what do you want to do with me?» Your voice comes out a little faint, because the surprise and confusion are too strong for you to even breathe normally. Not to mention the gazes of scientists, invaded by the light that you see every time they talk about a discovery or are carrying out an experiment… that excited light that you have recently begun to desire, to want for yourself just like now.

«Nothing, if you don’t want it», says Marie, as she moves behind you and strokes your shoulders, then puts her mouth to your ear, «but if instead you agree to let us at least have a look at the phenomenon, well… something good will happen.»

«I’m not a guinea pig», you reply, raising your head in a proud gesture and narrowing your eyes, «keep that in mind.»

«And in fact you are not», all three say, in unison; then Alfred takes your hand in his and squeezes it, bowing in front of you with a sweet expression on his face. «You are not, and we are not torturers. It’s like Curie says… if you accept to receive our attention, we will be happy; otherwise don’t worry, nothing will change between us. We won’t adore you any less.»

«It depends on what kind of attention…», you try to resist, more out of a mischievous game than out of conviction: you know what is about to happen and you want it, your legs are shaking, you are won.

All three laugh, then Marie releases your shoulders to hug your waist and pushes your hair away with her nose, then kisses the back of your neck; Newton, on the other hand, gets so close to you that you can feel his breath on you, and he faces you with his full height. «Since the lady wants a demonstration… we shouldn’t deny it to her», he murmurs a moment before grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in his arms, squeezing you tightly to him and sinking his lips into your neck.

Alfred quickly frees the table from the tablecloth and crockery and Isaac delicately places you on it, then all three surround you and start caressing and touching you everywhere: they have already made you wait long enough, you don’t deserve it and neither do they.

«Don’t worry, we’ll be kind, sweet Y/N… ask us what you want, we’ll give it to you.» Alfred’s hand caresses your side sensually while the other begins to take off your pants, one knee already between your thighs, while his mouth kisses your belly; Newton, on the other hand, wastes no time in taking off your sweater and the underlying shirt, to then get help from Marie to undo your bra and, once he has bared your breasts, to wrap you in his arms while he covers them with kisses and attacks a nipple, starting to suck greedily. You throw your head back without holding back long moans and gasps, while the hottest sensations assault every inch of your body and you wriggle under them: you feel yourself sinking into pure chaos, and you like, oh, how you like it a lot.

«You’re in excellent hands», Marie murmurs as she takes your face in her hands and kisses you everywhere, ravaging your lips and cheeks with little bites, tearing up little screams, «you couldn’t find someone better to love you, ma cherie. Now, like a good girl, let out all the voice in your throat, we want to hear you loud and clear…»

Who knows if you’ll write about this in your book, later.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #buddha record of ragnarok #ror buddha #record of ragnarok buddha #snv buddha #ror rudra #record of ragnarok rudra #shuumatsu no valkyrie rudra #snv rudra #snv shiva #ror shiva #ror loki #record of ragnarok loki #shuumatsu no valkyrie loki #snv loki #snv marie curie #ror marie curie #snv newton #ror newton #snv nobel #ror nobel #record of ragnarok marie curie #record of ragnarok newton #record of ragnarok nobel

[your-averagewriter]

"Carm, the pastries!"

Summary: Carmen wants (y/n) to learn how to cook, starting with a 'simple' pastry dish but they get a little distracted while the pastries are in the oven.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Kissing, making out, swearing

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“Babe?” I ask, scrolling on my phone in the lounge as he does stuff in our kitchen.

“Yeah?” He yells from the kitchen, throwing a tea towel over his shoulder as he leans on the doorway of the lounge.

“Can you make this?” I ask showing him a picture of a dessert that I found online. He gently takes the phone and scrolls down the recipe.

“C’mon, even you can make this.” He says, passing my phone back with a smile.

“You know how bad I am at cooking.” I chuckle. “Can you make it for me? Please?” I ask, sweetly.

“No, come on, I’ll show you how to make it.” He says walking back over to the kitchen.

“But I can’t cook!” I yell as he walks off.

“I'll teach you!” He yells back and I pull myself off the sofa and walk into the kitchen.

Walking into the kitchen I watch as he pulls out some ingredients from the draws, flour, sugar, butter, milk…

“Sweetheart, it’s just some pastry and meringue.” He says chuckling as he sets things up.

“Carmy, you’re a professional chef, of course that sounds easy to you.” I mutter, feeling not very confident.

“Yeah, and you need to learn how to cook. What if I go away for a little bit, what are you gonna do?” He asks, looking at me as I think.

“Come with you.” I smile then pause. “Or just order take out.” I grin.

“Greasy food? For days in a row?” I  just nod.

“Don’t underestimate me.” I laugh.

“You definitely need to learn to cook.” He chuckles.

“Fine.” I mumble, knowing he’s probably right.

There’s a comfortable silence for a little bit as Carmen sets up the stuff for making the meringue.

“Crack these eggs.” He says offering me the eggs and I look at them, unsure what to do and he definitely notices. “You’ve cracked an egg before, right?” He asks, doubtful as I shake my head but then he just laughs. “You’re gonna need a few more lessons than I thought.” He smiles and shows me how to crack an egg, making it look easier than it actually is.

Trying to crack the egg, it doesn’t work the first time so I bash it against the counter again and the egg spills everywhere on the table.

“Fuck.” I say stepping away. “Carm, it’s everywhere.” I point out as I move to grab some tissues.

I wipe up the mess from the eggs as he watches the mess I’ve caused in his kitchen in mere seconds.

“Maybe I’ll crack the eggs.” He says, looking at me with a small smirk.

“That might be best.” I mumble putting the tissues in the bin,

After finishing the meringue we move onto something that should be more simple - making the pastry after all there’s only so much mess you can make, right?

I measure out the right amount of flour not failing to get some on myself as I do so, much to Carmen’s amusement.

“I’ve measured the flour.” I say, thinking I’ve wiped off all the spare flour on me but Carm just smirks. “What?” I ask as he moves closer.

“You’ve got a little something on your nose.” He says,moving his fingers to swipe over my nose, removing the leftover flour before pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose. “You’ve made quite a mess so far.” He chuckles looking at the flour and remnants of egg on the counter.

“Sorry about that.” I mumble, looking around. “I’m not the best cook.” I show an apologetic smile.

“It’s okay, it might take a little while for you to learn to cook though…” He trails off, his hands resting on my hips as he looks down at me.

“Yeah, I think I’ll just stick to your amazing food and when you’re not here the greasy take out.” I tease with a smirk.

“I’m still gonna teach you.” He says pulling me closer, my back pressed slightly against the counter. “It’s just gonna take longer than I thought it would.” He smirks before pressing his lips against mine gently.

It’s soft and gentle for a few moments before he pulls back, I chase his lips with a quiet whine when he pulls back with a chuckle.

“We’ve still got a dessert to make.” He says, leaning away as I frown jokingly.

“Fine. What next?” I roll my eyes.

“We’ve gotta make the pastry now, get ready to get your hands dirty.”

“Okay.” I say taking a deep breath. “Show me how then.”

He pours out the mixture onto the counter and moves me to stand in front of him by the counter as he stands behind me, his arms wrapped around me.

“Just rub it between your fingers, like this.” He mumbles by my ear, rubbing the mixture between his fingers so it becomes a bread crumb like mixture. “Try it.” He prompts and I move my hands towards the mixture picking it up and squeezing it but Carmen quickly swats my hands away gently.

“Not like that, love,” He chuckles. “Give me your hands.” He says softly as he wraps his larger hands around mine helping simulate the movements. “Like that.” He says, his warm hands placed on top of mine as he gently moves my fingers through the mixture, doing it properly.

“You have nice hands.” I murmur quietly as he continues to help me, distracted by the feeling of his large, calloused hands on mine.

He chuckles lowly. “Don’t focus on my hands, sweetheart. Focus on the pastry.” I hum a ‘yes’ and continue to try and focus on the food in front of us until he seems satisfied. “See, I knew you could do it.” He smiles. “Just needed a little help.” He presses a kiss to the side of my face.

“Can we cook it now?” I ask, looking at the mixture then turning to look at him.

“Not quite.” He chuckles.

We finish off mixing and cutting and cooking everything and eventually it ends up in the oven, both of us somewhat satisfied with the result.

“I think we should set a timer.” I suggest, looking at it.

“Nah, it’ll be fine. They don’t need long.” He reassures and I shrug assuming he knows best.

“If you’re sure.” I say. “We should probably clean up.” I say beginning to clean the sides of the flour and egg I had previously spilt.

Carmen cleans up as well at least for a little bit until he pushes himself against me, so I ‘m pressed against the counter, his hips pinning mine.

“Carmy, what’re you doing?” I ask as I turn to face him as his hands move to rest on my waist with a smirk.

Soon after me turning around he presses his lips against mine feverishly. His hands grip onto my hips and I question whether I’ll have marks on skin tomorrow, not that I mind much. His lips push against mine as he nibbles on my bottom lip asking for me to open my mouth and I gladly do so allowing his tongue to venture inside my mouth.

His tongue swipes over mine as it explores the crevices of my mouth, his lips still push against mine harshly and I know my lips are gonna be swollen afterwards. My eyes flutter closed as I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in the strands of his hair, pulling gently eliciting sighs from his lips, sweet sounds pouring right into my mouth.

After minutes of making out, both of us trying to pull the other impossibly closer I start to smell burning. I open my eyes and my senses perk up as I smell burnt food. Quickly tapping on Carmen’s thigh he pulls away to look at me, confused.

“Carm, the pastries!” I point out and he sniffs before smelling the burnt food.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He says, moving quickly around me to get to the oven quickly opening it revealing plumes of smoke. He wafts away the smoke before grabbing an oven glove and pulling out the tray of pastries revealing the charred mess. Placing them on the counter he quickly sorts out the smoke, not wanting to set off the fire alarm before walking back over, slicking his hair over his head with a slightly stressed expression.

“I did say we should’ve set a timer.” I smirk, smug that I was right.

“Yeah, yeah.” He dismisses. “Sorry ‘bout your pastries.” He says, running a hand through his hair, placing the oven glove on the side.

“It’s okay, I still had fun.” I smile, taking his hands in mine. “I enjoyed cooking with you even though I’m really bad at it and made a mess of your kitchen.” I chuckle, a little embarrassed that I was that bad.

“With a little help, or maybe a lot of help, I’m sure you’ll be a great chef.” He says, pressing a kiss to my forehead with a smirk.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

Just started watching season 2 of The Bear and so far it's very good (just like season 1) and I still love Carmen.

#carmen berzatto #the bear #fanfiction #fanfic #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x y/n #carmen berzatto x yn #the bear x reader #the bear x you #the bear x y/n #the bear x yn #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto fanfic #the bear fanfiction #the bear fanfic #x reader #x yn #x you #x y/n #fluff #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto fic #the bear season 2 #the bear s2

[ask-themilkman]

nacha allowed!! Can you tell us now?

"mm.. I was.. I was not the best partner. She became a mom very early on, and it was stressing for the both of us, and although I did my best, my.. my knowledge was limited when it came to how to handle serious relationships. Nacha was the first woman in my life. And she has been last so far. I.. didn't do her feelings justice. I treated her how my dad treated my mom. I guess I forgot that times change. Looking back, I feel really dumb for the way I underestimated her feelings. And we couldn't even properly talk it out, because I would deliver milks in the morning, and she would go cook at night times. We barely had time together. I would get in home and she would exit an hour or two later. I couldn't understand her feelings. Or her outbursts. I.. neither of us were ready for anastacha. We both did our best.. but we just couldn't exist in the same house together. One of us would always complain about something. 'Did you not change her diaper, I don't know how to, you handle it. I put her back to sleep last night, can you do it this time, I just got home, let me sleep, you do it. I wish you would cook me dinner as well, you know I have to work at dinner time'... It just didn't work. It was.. awkward. We didn't feel like a couple anymore. It just felt like we were babysitting together, her at mornings, me at night."

#that's not my neighbor #thats not my neighbor #francis mosses #tnmn #themilkman #the milkman #rp blog #🥛; in character #ask blog #🤫; anonymous #anastacha mikaelys #nacha mikaelys

[leam1983]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but...

Your first steak should be palm-sized - about as thick as your palm's pad, as well. Some people swear by cooking with a pan greased in butter, but I personally like to reserve this for my T-bones. Smaller steaks get a dab of olive oil swirled around so the pan is properly coated, on low heat to avoid burning it - and I raise the heat only once I'm ready to put the steak in. For added flavor, toss in some diced shallots and baby tomatoes.

Once you're ready to sear your steak, stay close by. You're going for a thin cut if you've follow this, so you could easily overdo it. Use a decent steak knife to make small scores on occasion, to check for the inner flesh's consistency. When the color matches your preferred grade, take it off the stove. If you're forced to work on your steak first and have other elements to work on, set your oven on Warm and put your pan in there, keeping it covered by a big-enough saucepan lid. Don't do this if your pan's handle is rubberized, obviously, and don't forget to cover your hands. Especially don't do this if your pan is bare metal all over.

For uncomplicated side-dishes that won't break the bank, never underestimate potatoes and cheese. If I'm cooking for myself, I peel three small potatoes, wash then pat them dry, then I cut them roughly and run them through my mixer for two or three quick pulses. I'm trying to keep big chunks for now, obviously. Then, in a bowl, I add one egg and about one-sixth of a cup of grated Parmesan cheese. Taking out my mixer, I incorporate the potatoes and add about two tablespoons of milk. A few generous pads of unsalted butter get tossed in, and I adjust the milk levels as needed, depending on how consistent I want my potatoes to be. For a silkier finish, add more milk. For meme-worthy pillowy mounds, don't add too much. Keep some salt and some grated cheese on the dining room's table, for last-minute personal adjustments.

For greens, my starter side dish is usually Brussels sprouts, arranged in a way that kills the core's acidity, which is what most people hate about them. Coat another pan with oil, add in a few teaspoons' worth of coarse salt, and toss your sprouts in after cutting them in halves. Get the flat sides well and truly scored, while tossing them around so the round side gets some color, too. You'll end up with sprouts that almost have a nutty aftertaste, with the core's bitterness being a really subtle suggestion in the back. For an alternative, peel some asparagus and subject them to the same treatment.

For desert (or lunch), snag yourself some medjool dates, preferably unseeded ones, a bit of flour and a box of All-Bran. Make a mixture of about 2/3 All-Bran and one-third flour, add some water and knead, then add in some diced-up date bits. Divide the ball up for a greased muffin tray and set your muffins to rise and cook. You'll realize that cooked dates tend to caramelize, which is fucking divine in the context of a muffin. You can remove the flour if you're especially health-conscious; you'll simply end up with brittle muffins that won't really rise much at all.

Other easy ways to flip the bird to the takeout industry include pasta laden with a veggie-rich sauce, basic whitefish like sole, homemade chicken strips, five-minute enchiladas and most desserts, which really are always at their best when you cook them yourself.

There is one catch, however. You can cook like a god using stuff bought off of Dollar Tree, but you will eventually need a decent knife block. Do not skimp on this, as this needs to be a lifetime investment. Do not buy into influencers selling you "Authentically japanese" knives. Eventually, the same goes for your pots and pans. We're talking about things that touch and alter objects you'll put in your body, here - the expense is more than warranted.

Another tip: keep "almost prepared" bases for your starter dishes around, frozen up if need be. It'll help you resist the call of the DoorDash menu, with a little prior planning.

#The Brain Gremlin tries Home Ec.

[sugarpearsao3]

ZoSan Minecraft gamer AU

Sanji is definitely a builder and forager. He has a system, builds his farms, his house, and everything in order. He has a specific build every time and counts his blocks accordingly.

Meanwhile, Zoro...

He's a wanderer and gets lost every single time. The only thing he needs is a sword and a pick axe. That's the only thing you'll find in his inventory.

They own separate youtube channels and sometimes they collab on streams.

Every time it would be CHAOTIC.

Sanji: Where are you?

Zoro: I'm by this tree

Sanji: what tree where

Zoro: it's snowing

Sanji: WHY IS IT SNOWING OUR BASE IS IN THE OAK FOREST--

Zoro: Minecraft glitched it's not my fault

Sanji: FFS what are your coords

Zoro: what are coords

Sanji: WHAT THE FUCK--

But don't underestimate Zoro. He actually knows how enchantments work. He knows how to make potions too. Anything to increase his attack he'll learn it.

Sanji: Marimo, for the last time FUCK when ur getting wood you take everything! Don't leave floating trees everywhere! 

 Zoro: I already have the amount of wood I need y would I need to get the rest

Sanji: [chopping the remaining wood] GOD

...

Zoro: hurry tf up, cook we're supposed to be looking for an ender portal not picking flowers

Sanji: u won't understand this such ur such a caveman, but I NEED these flowers for the outside of our house

...

Their subscribers would cheer every time they schedule a collab. Quickly, shippers started flocking to their channels, completely smitten with their videos.

There are youtube edits, fanimatics, FANART

And they'd scream every time either Zoro and Sanji would retweet it or leave a comment.

...

Sanji: MARAIMO WHAT THE FUCK!!!

Zoro: What is it now!?

Sanji: why'd you bring A RAID INTO THE VILLAGE?

Zoro: bcus I wanted to beat it why the fuckk else?

Sanji: I haven't locked the villagers safely yet-- they're DYING!

Zoro: SO!? Just get more!

Sanji: I CAN'T MAKE MORE WHEN THEY'RE ALL DEAD-- who am I supposed to trade with now!!!

...

Sanji: Did you get a bed?

Zoro: yeah

Sanji:

Sanji: Where r u gonna put it?

Zoro:

Zoro: I-in the other room duh

Zoro, in fact, wanted to place it next to Sanji's bed, but he was too embarrassed to

...

Zoro: I got you this *throws down buckets of cow milk*

Sanji: How-- where did you get this?

Zoro: u said u wanted to make cake... so... I traveled 500 blocks looking for cows. I brought some back.

Sanji:

Sanji: thank you

...

Zoro: Oi, curly, I'm hungry. Give me food I need to heal.

Sanji: why tf didn't u bring any of the 64 fucking porkchops I put in our chest

Zoro: bcuz I knew u'd bring it for me

Sanji:

Sanji: f-fuck you *drops porkchops in front of Zoro*

#one piece #zosan #zoro #sanji #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #minecraft au #minecraft #sugarpearsdrabble

[clairelutra]

just cooking things things i've picked up as i've started having fun in the kitchen again:

best rule of thumb for improv food-in-a-pan is "have i had a dish that combined these two things? did i like it?" answer to both should be yes, but if the first question is a no, refer to the second rule of thumb.

second rule of thumb is the nose knows. give everything a big sniff -- if it smells good together, you're (probably) golden. you're not necessarily not golden if you don't like what it smells like in the meantime, but you should probably know what you're doing otherwise in that case.

a bechamel sauce is made from a ratio of one tablespoon of butter to one tablespoon of flour to one cup of milk (multiply or divide as needed). melt the butter in the bottom of the pan, then add the flour and whisk for ~1-2 minutes, until it's light and bubbly, then add the milk and whisk continuously until it boils. turn off the fire AS SOON AS IT BOILS, or it'll curdle. (the texture will be ruined; it'll still be safe to eat, though, so if you're not aiming for perfection and fine with a little grittiness, you're fine.) from there, you can add spices/herbs (parsley, chives, oregano, thyme, dried onion, garlic powder are some of my faves; turmeric (yellow) and paprika (red) can be used for color too if you want), salt/pepper, grated cheese, whatever. a extremely basic cream sauce that can be used in casseroles, over pasta, over veggies, that kind of thing.

if you're breading something (that thing where you dunk meat/veggie/whatever in liquid and then breadcrumbs), coat the thing you're dunking in flour or cornstarch before dunking it in the liquid. the covering will hold together and stick way better.

if you want to thicken a sauce, both flour and cornstarch work. flour is grittier and opaque. cornstarch is smoother and gelatin-like. flour goes in the liquid just as is, is whisked through, and then stirred gently until it thickens. cornstarch needs to be stirred into roughly an equivalent amount of water before adding it to a hot sauce, and only thickens once the sauce is at a boiling point. the amount will depend on how thick you want it, how much sauce you have, etc. but a tablespoon of flour to a cup of liquid or a tablespoon of cornstarch to two cups of liquid are very roughly the sorts of ratios you're looking at.

chicken is juicier if you cook it quickly at high heat. red meat gets tender if you cook it slowly at a lower heat.

"deglazing" a pan is where you add a liquid after cooking something else (usually meat, but not necessarily) and use it to dissolve all the crusted/caramelized bits stuck to the bottom of the pan, which then can be used as (or used to make) a really nice sauce. common liquids are red or white wine or beef/chicken/vegetable stock. i like adding a little bit of butter at that stage too, but that's a me thing. doing it with, say, mushrooms or tomatoes (or both) is entirely possible, because they have a lot of liquid to give.

on adding wine to sauces or soups:

it adds a really lovely richness to them, do recommend.

the cheapest wine you can find (like the stuff that's <$5) is usually just fine.

MAKE SURE TO LET IT COOK OFF FOR AT LEAST A FEW MINUTES.

and this is by no means a hard-and-fast rule, but my inclinations are towards red wine with red meat and white wine with white meat.

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worcestershire sauce. to not underestimate its Sheer Deliciousness. add to things like marinara or meatballs or meatloaf or gravy. amazing.

tofu can be pressed just fine without a press, just wrap it in paper towels or kitchen towels and put it between two plates orcutting boards, and weight the top half with like... whatever's lying around. cans from the pantry are traditional.

also, dunking slices of tofu in soy sauce and sprinkling it with garlic powder before frying it for a few minutes in a bit of oil has gotten voracious rave reviews in my household, so make of that what you will.

on garlic:

if you have a garlic press, not peeling the garlic before you put it in there will make it much less painful to clean out at the end -- just pull the husks free and clean from there.

if you need to chop it, smash the unpeeled cloves under the flat of your knife (or under a glass or whatever) and it'll make just fishing the husks out much easier -- chopping can happen from there

minced garlic is sold in jars and is much less strong than fresh garlic, but can be used just as well (i usually double or triple what's asked for -- it's not quite as delicious, but it works). if you're using a recipe that says to 'cook until fragrant', skip that step. with minced garlic, all you'll have are little rocks of Burned Bits.

they also sell pre-peeled garlic in most of the grocery stores i've been to. just putting that out there.

---

above all, cooking is the process of designing an experience that you and/or others will enjoy, and gain necessary fuel from. all of this is VERY much down to preference and what sorts of experiences you like. aim for that, and take everything else with a grain of salt.

#cooking #hallie speaks #cooking tips #may add more later idk

[forestcat000]

More incorrect quotes

Staring Zane, Janus and Ivan (they are all dating)

Zane: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Zane: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Zane: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

Zane: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering. Zane: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

Janus: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

Janus: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person. Janus: And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!' (true)

Janus: You think I really give a fuck? I can’t even read.

Janus: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

Ivan: You wanna see how hardcore I am? Ivan: *punches wall* Ivan: Ivan: Take me to the hospital. (Ivan is pathetic and i love him for it)

Ivan: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

Ivan: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Ivan: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Ivan, motioning to a Halloween display: All these ghosts! All these ghosts! I still can’t find a boo.

Ivan: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Zane: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Ivan: Yes! Janus: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

Ivan: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death? Zane: How am I supposed to know? Janus: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult. Zane: *sighs* Zane: You wouldn't be trapped.

Ivan: So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Zane does? I mean, what if they jumped off a cliff? Janus: If Zane were to jump off a cliff, they would’ve done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Zane jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Ivan: You jump off a cliff! Janus: Gladly. Provided Zane did first.

Ivan: HELP! I TOLD JANUS I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK! Zane, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Ivan: Zane and I don’t use pet names. Janus: I see. Hey, what do bees make? Ivan: Honey? Zane: Yes, dear? Ivan: Janus: Don't ever lie to my face again.

Ivan: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Zane: Wasn't Janus with you? Janus: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Ivan, trying to ask Zane out: Would you like to stay for dinner? Janus: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER? (this is cannon)

Ivan: WHY. why did you give Janus a KNIFE?! Zane: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe. Ivan: Now I feel unsafe! Zane: I’m sorry. Zane: ... would you like a knife?

Ivan: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Zane: You’re a hazard to society Janus: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Ivan: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Zane: Oh, I’m always running Zane: The question is from what

Ivan: Top 30 reasons why Ivan is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you! Zane: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

Ivan: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen! Zane: Really? Name one law Ivan: Don't kill people? Zane: That's on me. I set the bar too low.

Ivan: Welcome, fellow idiots Zane: Hello, Ivan Ivan: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Zane: You underestimate me

Ivan, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know! Zane: How? Ivan: How what? Zane: How could they be worse? Ivan: They couldn’t, I lied. Zane:

Ivan: So are we flirting right now? Zane: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU Ivan: That doesn’t answer my question

Ivan: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Zane's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

Ivan: Where are you going? Zane: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

Janus: Change is inedible. Zane: Don't you mean inevitable? Janus, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Janus: petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday Zane: Wednesay Janus: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible

Janus: Zane, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Zane: Well of course I have. Zane: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Zane: It's boring.

Janus: Zane! My face is on fire! Zane: Janus! Are you ok?! Janus: Oh yes, I'm fine. I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly. Zane: But your face is on fire. Janus: Yes. It's much faster than shaving.

Janus: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much. Zane: Oh, you’ve been? Janus: Once. In Monopoly.

Janus: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something. Zane: Janus, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

Janus: It’s dark in here Zane: Don’t worry dude I got this Zane: *Stomps their feet* Zane: *Skechers light up*

Janus: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Zane: Three words. Janus:

Janus: Hey Zane can I get a sip of your water? Zane: It's not water. Janus: Vodka, I like your style! Zane: It's vinegar. Janus: Wh-Wha- Zane: It's vinegar, COWARD.

Janus: What’s up guys? I’m back. Zane: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Janus: Death is a social construct.

Janus: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you Ivan: 10 times 0 is still 0 though Janus: Jokes on you, I can't do math

Janus: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why. Ivan: Only if you also don't ask why Ivan: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick. Janus: Ivan: Janus: This one is fine

Janus: Can you keep a secret? Ivan: Do you know anything about my life? Janus: No I do not. Good point. (SERIOUSLY WHAT IS IVANS BACKSTORY)

Janus: You love me, right, Ivan? Ivan: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Janus: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate, or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Ivan: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

Janus: I’m going to take you out Ivan: great, it’s a date! Janus: I meant that as a threat. Ivan: See you at five!

Janus: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Ivan: Twelve, actually. Janus: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Ivan: Yours! Janus: That's right: no one's.

the point of this post is that Zane attracts himbos

#aphmau zane #zane ro'meave #aphmau phoenix drop high #aphmau pdh #pheonix drop high #pdh #zuwellyn ro'meave #zane x janus #zane x janus x ivan #zanivus #janus x ivan #zane x ivan #aphmau ivan #janus the silver death #aphmau janus #zanus #jo9 #jury of nine

[mfred]

I decided to cook more. The goal is to take on new challenges, try new things, explore my limits, etc., all while remaining comfortably in my house. I enjoy cooking but have been lazy about it the past few years.

So, I made this over the weekend: subbed broccoli for snap peas (I'm not crazy about snap peas) and noodles for rice (love a noodle), kinda underestimated how much ginger to add, and tripled the soy sauce, and it was still freakin great!

(This is a gift article.)

#true story #not vegan but lactose intolerant #sunday cooking

[herecomesnaya]

I have a COD zombies question for you! If Ultimis (the original 4) were tasked to bake a cake, how would you rate each crew member's efforts?

HAHAHA GODDDD okay let's see

Dempsey - he overestimates his abilities. "it's just a cake, how hard can it be?" (because he underestimates what he believes to be "woman's work" bc he's from the fuckin 1940s) he's also helped his daughter DECORATE a cake before, so like? should be easy right??

(narrator voice) it was not easy.

he ends up with an overly-sweet cake that's far too big, with cavity-inducing icing piled on in red, white, and blue colors. it is borderline inedible to non-American palates, and even in America he's on thin fucking ice. he made it apple flavored just to fuck with Richtofen's whole apple pie hatred thing. there are chunks of mostly-raw apple in it.

effort: 9/10. result: 4/10.

Nikolai - once again, this dude thinks cakes are a woman's domain and probably pretty easy. you can add vodka to a cake, right? like, people cook with alcohol all the time, don't they? better to use that instead of milk. (cakes are made with milk, right...?)

the cake turns out flat and pancake-like because he doesn't realize you need a leavening agent. it's half-raw and reeks of vodka. the icing is just vodka mixed with powdered sugar, dripping over the horrendous mutant cake and pooling underneath it. everything smells terrible.

"is just like motherland, da? strong, filled with vodka, and covered in white stuff. not THAT white stuff, Richtofen."

effort: 6/10. result: 1/10.

Takeo - has never baked a cake before, but takes his time with it, researching and meticulously arranging the ingredients before he uses them. very Rachel Ray in his setup, lots of little bowls for measured-out flour and eggs and whatnot.

the cake turns out a bit bland, but it's not bad. he writes the kanji for "honor" on top in icing. Dempsey complains that there's not more sugar or fun colors. Takeo thinks Dempsey's cake looks like it's irradiated.

(he has no idea what's to come.)

effort: 10/10. result: 8.5/10.

Richtofen - baking is a science, and he intends to treat it like one. every ingredient is weighed out to the gram. everything is sourced from the finest of providers. it looks like it's going to be a pretty damn perfect cake at first.

then he adds trace amounts of element 115. I mean, experimentation is also a part of the scientific process, is it not?

the cake comes out with a strange blue glow to it. so does the icing. being around it induces feelings of vague nausea, though the actual taste is pretty great, albeit with a slight sweet chemical aftertaste. eating it gives you amnesia. Richtofen is happy with it. he does not eat any himself.

effort: 11/10. result: radiation poisoning/10.

#I hope this rings true to u all #CoD Zombies #Nazi Zombies #Ultimis Takeo #Ultimis Dempsey #Ultimis Nikolai #Ultimis Richtofen #Edward Richtofen #Tank Dempsey #Nikolai Belinski #Takeo Masaki #ask #anonymous

[elitheaceofalltrades]

Making Milk Mochi!

Welcome to Saturday's Odds & Ends!

Today I want to show you my attempts (yes plural necessary) of making Milk Mochi! I followed this video by popular youtuber Nino's Home.

It was only 3 ingredients, Glutinous Rice Flour, Milk and Sugar. I already had milk and sugar at home so I just had to pop out for a small bag of GRF from my local asian store. It was pretty cheap so definitely an affordable recipe.

My first attempt, I did not cook the mochi long enough and you could tell. It tasted very doughy/floury and it didn't stretch well. My best friend said it tasted like an uncooked sweet dumpling so that tells you everything. Even by look you can tell it looks a little dry so yeah 😕

My second attempt went a lot better. I kept it longer on the stove to make sure it was fully cooked. I think last time I was worried about overcooking it but now I know better. I'm pretty sure it turned out correctly this time. It was soft, pillowy, chewy with a LOT of stretch. So that was good😁!

I will say, either I'm incompetent or Nino VASTLY underestimated how much flour you need on your hands to shape it. I took a picture of how stretchy it was but decided that with the way the picture looked, putting it on the internet might not be a good idea, especially tumblr. I will say, as fun as the texture is, it didn't really have much of a taste. It had a really light sweetness and while I know that a lot of asians don't tend to like sweeet stuff, I am not asian and I do like sweet stuff. It was fun to eat but not nice enough to eat plain on it's own. Still a flex that I can say I made Mochi from scratch💪

~Eli

Ace of All Trades, Pro at None😆

#ace of all trades #hobbies #hobby blog #trying something new #mochi #milk mochi #recipe share #Nino's home #3 ingredient recipe #easy recipe #food #dessert #snack #cooking #mochi recipe

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Nadia Kemonohito

"Underestimate me? This is be fun~"

Name: Nadia Hanami Kemonohito

Nicknames: Nads, Sister, The flirty one, The hot one (by herself).

Age: 19

Birthday: April 28

Height: 175 cm

Appearance: Nadia has waist length black hair with red highlights in a high ponytail, chocolate brown eyes and tan skin.

Clothes; She's in in many out fits but mostly seen in a red halter top underneath a black bomber jacket, black short-shorts and black wedge sneakers. She's usually carrying a red hobo bag and wearing a layered choker necklace.

Personality: Nadia is a natural flirt and is said to be quite charming. She is proud of her appearance and considers herself to be "the finest diamond." As a result, she takes special care of her looks and closely adheres to a beauty ritual.

Nadia has a laid-back demeanor and prefers to go at her own pace. She has also been proven not to be embarrassed when wearing revealing clothing to attract both sexes. She loves to party and have fun, known for bar and club hopping, as well as her promiscuous nature with both genders.

Despite her party girl lifestyle, she's quite intelligent due to her striving to be a teacher and her own experience in having awful teachers growing up. Furthermore, despite having her own exams, Nadia is a really compassionate girl who provides her assistance to tutor students.

It takes quite a while to make Nadia angry, but when she is. Not only she'll beat them, she'll also viciously destroy the person's social life.

College course: Primary level education

Likes: Family and friends, dancing, yoga, Stay Alive, J&V, spending time with family, shopping, fashion, make-up, partying, alcohol, kids, babysitting, tutoring, k-dramas, isekaid villainess stories, hotel buffets, billiards.

Assholes getting karma, war games, teasing her siblings, stealing her brothers’ clothes, movie nights, adult cartoons, dirty jokes, Grim, chocolate, making mochi, Neffex, spa days, sex.

Raspberry parfaits, milk tea, chicken and fish curry, listening to music, her guitar, lingerie, selfies, jewelry, Zuri's flowers, darts, knife throwing, true and sincere love.

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, toxic people, misogynists, racists, disrespect or harm to her family, people lusting after her mom, her mother insulted, being unsatisfied in bed, being mistaken for a prostitute, too weird kinks and fetishes.

Stereotypes, abuse of any kind, abusive and neglectful parents, people with no common sense, Cece's concoctions, being called a stripper, being seen only as lustful, tiny holes, obsessive stalkers, sexism.

Brussels sprouts, clicky keyboards, Grim shedding on her clothes and bed, being use as toy, her shows butchered.

Abilities: Cooking, enhanced athleticism, melee combatant, krav maga, sewing, knife proficiency, singing, guitar, dancing, pole dancing

Meaning:

Nadia: Hope, delicate

Hanami: “flower view”, “flower viewing” or “blossom view”

Kemohito: means beast in Japanese.

#villain recruiters #disney villain recruiters #nadia kemonohito

[twotangledsisters]

Cheap Meals

So, I've got to shopping today because my fridge is literally empty. And I googled cheap meals to kind of inspire me and try not to buy the same five things every single week.

But whenever I do this I'm reminded how the word "cheap" is not always the same. And how often times cheap also means extremely high effort which isn't compatible with many lifestyles as well as people struggling with mental illness or physical illness...

So here are the meals that got me through some really difficult times (these meals aren't all healthy, they are simply healthier than skipping meals constantly which is what I did for a long time):

1.- Popcorn, where I live three bags cost one euro, that's 33 cents a meal that is hot, has flavour and just needs throwing in the microwave. Perfect to stop yourself from skipping a meal.

2.- Humus. A cheap blender, preferably the type uses for making juice is honestly the best thing ever. For humus you just throw chickpeas (I always use jarred) into said blender with whatever spices you like (I usually do salt, pepper, comino and curry powder), you blend and done! It can be eaten with nachos, on toast, or just on it's own. Takes five minutes is super cheap.

3.- Eggy bread, (basically French toast without the cinnamon) you just throw some egs in a bowl, mix them, add spices, dip the bread in and throw onto the pan. Takes barely any time, good hot meal, cheapest thing ever.

4.- Toast, obviously, having just some jam at home that can be spread onto some toast is another good way to avoid skipping a meal.

5.- Porridge, oats are super cheap, you just mix them with some milk, throw in the microwave and ta-dah! I add honey because honey is super cheap here but I know some areas it's more expensive, I've also added bananas when they're in season.

6.- Roasted vegetables, the other day pumpkins were cheap so I grabbed one, cut it in half threw it in the oven and that's that. Three meals ready to go. You can do a bunch of different vegetables, add spices or don't, do whatever works for you. Fried vegetables is also good but that requires a tiny bit more attention.

7.- Salad. People underestimate salad, at home you have full control, the other day I had glass noodles with cucumber and soy sauce. It was easier to make than pot-ramen and super healthy and tasted great. Sometimes I do pasta salad by making the pasta the day before and leaving it in the fridge (usually I make a pasta meal and just set some aside), russian salad is also amazing and super cheap.

8.- Vegetarian wraps, I just buy the frozen already chopped peppers form my supermarket, I fry them with a seasoner for burritos and then throw them into some wraps, cheap quick and delicious.

9.- Cereal, this is within the toast and popcorn area, just worth having around for when depression is high.

10.- Ramen but not ramen? Obviously, the pots of ramen are really expensive if you are dirt poor, but most supermarket sell noodles and chicken broth wich is the same thing. You just boil the noodle in the broth, I usually do this until their is no broth so it's not really ramen but to each their own. Make it extra amazing by adding a few more spices and an egg. Cheap, five minutes, delicious.

11.- Carbonara or bolognaise: just spaghetti (or any other pasta it doesn't really matter), for bolognaise I do tinned tomato, some onion, some garlic (depended on the season it'll be fresh or frozen), and if I have a bit of extra cash I add meat, but mostly my meals are vegetarian. For carbonara (this isn't proper carbonara but it works) I just do cooking cream, mushrooms, sometimes onion and again, if I have the money, bacon.

12.- Pizza bread, or pizza really. Just throw some tomato, cheese and ham on a piece of bread and put it in the oven. You can add or remove ingredients. If you have the time, flour and water makes dough to do proper pizza but you need to leave it to raise and I know I rarely think that far ahead.

13.- Toad in the whole, basically you mix water, flower and egg to make a pancake like batter, add some salt, put it in an oven friendly bowl or whatever, throw in some sausages (though I've done this without the sausages plenty of times), you get a bread, pancake, kinda thing and if you added sausages the juices make it taste extra good.

BONUS DESSERT: Cartwheels, basically you buy a pack of digestive biscuits and a bad of marshmallows, you put one marshmallow on one biscuit, put in the microwave for literally 10 seconds or less, when the marshmallow expands you place the other biscuit on top and voila! Super fast, cheap because you get lots of them out of those packs, warm.

Also, if you's feeling a bit depressed hot beverages are the cheapest treat I consistently get myself, like nice teas if you count the price per cup is super cheap but makes me happy. I also have like a pot of instant caramel cappuccino and some nice hot cholate powder.

Anyway, if you're struggling right now, good luck, the world is a mess right now and we just kind of have to trudge through that mess. Feel free to add anything that helped you through hard times because everybody has their own experience.

And again, most of these are not healthy, but sometimes you're just surviving and trust me, this is so much better than fainting because you haven't eaten in too long.

Good luck.

#ceap meals #cheapest meals #eating for cheap #living crisis #no money for food #cheap food

[riflebrass]

This monstrosity is chicken alfredo lasagna and it's a huge flex on the lactose intolerant with roughly 4lbs of cheese and about 7 cups of dairy.

For the sauce I started with an unmeasured amount of butter and a bunch of finely grated garlic. I cooked it on medium-low for a few minutes then added 5tbsp of flour to make a roux. I added about 6 cups of half and half then cranked the heat up and whisked the sauce until it boiled and thickened. I brought the heat back down to medium-low and started mixing in some parmesan. At 10oz I could barely taste it over all the garlic so I added about another 6oz bringing it up to about a pound. I underestimated how much parm I would use and how much it would thicken the sauce so I needed about a cup of milk to thin it down enough.

I stripped the meat off a whole roasted chicken. I didn't weigh it but it was probably 2-3lbs. I poured about half the alfredo sauce in a large bowl with the chicken and mixed it up.

For another layer of filling I needed *some* vegetable so I wilted a pound of spinach and added a large container of ricotta not realizing it was a 2lb tub.

This particular pan takes 4 sheets of lasagna per layer so it took 12 sheets total. I did a layer of lasagna on the bottom, the spinach mix, more lasagna, the meat mix, one last layer of lasagna, and the rest of the alfredo sauce on top.

I set it in the fridge over night and had it for dinner the following day. I stuck it in the oven at 350 for an hour, topped it with a pound of shredded mozzarella, and let it go for another half hour. I got impatient after the half hour and just turned the broiler on for a few minutes to turn the mozzarella golden.

[ambiguousdisorderken]

Hello, a soon-to-be veganuary participant here! Do you have any tips on how to communicate your veganism when you have e.g. family gatherings, sometimes with… a bit more conservative members, where there is a meal offered? I don’t want to seem too difficult😬 Also Food and easy everyday vegan food ideas would be appreciated!

Absolutely, it’ll be my pleasure! And Thank You!!!<3

So, I'll start with the last part of this ask. I think it's easier not to think of it as "vegan meals", and instead veganize whatever one usually eats. For me, I loved to have scrambled eggs in the mornings, now I have scrambled tofu (extra firm, not silken), that way I can still enjoy my comfort food but have it be animal-free.

meal suggestions:

Breakfast foods are perhaps the simplest to turn plant-based, takes mostly switching a few ingredients. Other meals are not difficult, but traditionally they might rely more on animal products, so you might have to tweak them more. These two (lunch and dinner) I'll be pairing because I eat them interchangeably at either noon or evening. If you want specific recipes, Pinterest is your best friend (my ask box will still be open though).

-Breakfast: oatmeal, toasts/bagels with either sweet or salty toppings, cereals, smoothie bowls, PB&J like Cas (still an SPN blog, sorry), hashed browns or smoothies, if you're like me and have no time in the mornings.

-Lunch/Dinner: rice&beans with a little extra something of your choosing (I like avocado or a simple green salad on the side), wraps/burritos (throw anything veggie in there, really), pasta (just had it with sautéed green beans and cashews), hearty salads (bulk up with, yes, beans - garbanzo/chickpeas are great for this!), thick soups (roast some veggies, then put in a blender and voilà. Great for low energy days and easier digestion), chili sin carne and curries.

-Snacks: i'm partial to nuts and seeds, but fruits are great too, as well as veggies/whatever with hummus, chips and the like (original Pringles, Lay's and Fritos, some pretzels and Takis too!), cookies (many options, original Oreos reign supreme), chocolate (most dark choc is vegan, sweeter options made with plant milks are also available), most popcorn, vegan ice cream (if you have access to Oatly and like chocolate, try the Fudge Brownie, so good) or vegan protein bars if you're in need of a protein-dense pick-me up (protein bars across the board aren’t the best in taste though, so, yeah).

general tips:

start increasing your fiber intake gradually, Now - this is because plant-based diets tend to be higher in fiber, and a sudden boost in it when you're not used to might lead to temporary bloating/discomfort because your digestive system is going to be doing some adjustments.

keep protein and fats in mind - DO EAT THEM! if you're filling unfulfilled after a meal, it might be because it was lacking in those. a lettuce, cucumber and tomato salad is not high in calories or satisfactory in general, it'll be disheartening and it may have you quitting or cursing vegans. if consuming salads make them hearty!

on the same line of protein - as a whole and from what i see in my own country, these days we're a bit obsessed with protein. and even if it's necessary we tend to overestimate our needs and underestimate our intake. if it's more convenient for you, there are many mock meats (depending on where you live, of course) that offer chicken/beef/fish-like products with high protein, but they can be pricier, aren't a necessity and are not really reflective of what most vegans eat for every meal every day. tofu, tempeh, beans and tvp (textured vegetable protein. super cheap and versatile) are my go-to. 

tofu - holy grail, unless you're allergic to soy. if not, it's a great base for literally anything. they key is squeezing out the water and seasoning well.

b12 supplementation/fortified foods

condiments are your best friend - this goes for any and all sorts of cooking, it's amazing what spices can do to enhance flavors.

most ingredients list on food labels will list allergens at the very end or have it in bold letters. here you'll see things that you wish to avoid, like eggs and milk, if the product contains any.

same if you have any safe foods for whatever reason, don't remove it from your diet, simply try to find a vegan alternative or tweak it a bit.

if for some reason you eat something non plant-based, don't make a big deal out of it or quit veganuary. just choose a vegan option the next time.

consider other aspects in your life that rely on animal products and, if safely possible, evaluate alternatives

it's not an all or nothing mentality, remember it's as far as is possible and practicable

As for your first question and based on my personal experience, people who judge or mock others' dietary choices mostly to do so with vegans and vegetarians only, so that's something to unpack there. In your case since it's specifically Veganuary, I'd simply say it's a challenge/activity you want to participate in to help with the environment and animals. Don't knock it til you try it sorta thing.

There are going to be questions and comments, there always are. If very conservative food-wise, relatives or friends may throw negative comments your way, but know those are a reflection of them and whatever they're dealing with rather than what you're doing or with you as an individual. It's literally their problem, not yours, cliché but true. Don't take as personal what other people might say about it because many do get defensive and touchy, even if you aren't out to "get them." In gatherings, if they offer you food, try to veganize the meal, if possible. If meat is optional, just substract it. It might not be the best or most balanced of meals, but you can make up for it later and it shows you've got nothing against their cooking because I bet you don’t. Also, if you know there won't be anything vegan, try bringing in a plate/side dish yourself to share with others, that way you won't arrive empty-handed and you'll make sure to stick to your goal.

// We are latine and my family goes heavy on the animal products consumption, there's not a single meal without them, not one. At the start you yourself might believe your eating is “difficult” but trust me, it isn’t. Past that initial hurdle, people tend to go ‘oh, this is vegan too!!’ (excitedly. very cute!, especially when they wanna share it with you. i just love it). They're used to me being vegan now though, even my grandmas and aunts are now way more receptive of alternative eating styles other than those they raised us in and are mindful of having something for me available (which is usually eaten by everybody else, anyway). The whole thing is gradual and slow, but being vegan is the best decision I've made for many reasons besides the dietary aspect of it, plus it cranked up my creativity in the kitchen, oof!

#sorry this got so long #if you have any question about this mammoth of an answer hit me up again (: #so glad you're participating !! #veganuary #answered #vegan #plantibesties if anyone wants to weigh in feel free to add your contribution #the veganuary site also has a nice amount of resources and tips i believe #helganacht