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recapitulation · 2 years

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meal ideas!

low energy ("do not ask me to do any prep work at all, so help me god")

mozzerella cheese wrapped in pepperoni ("pizza tacos"!)

hummus and pretzels or naan (putting the naan in the microwave for like 10 seconds...heavenly)

canned chili (with shredded cheese and sour cream if you have it! boom done!)

instant miso soup (warm and lovely! put tofu in it for protein!)

cheese and cured meat, olives, canned fish, crackers, dried fruit, or whatever easy "charcuterie" type items you like

alternate bites of apple and spoonfulls of peanut butter (mixing honey or chocolate chips to the peanut butter is my favorite)

a "deconstructed sandwich": bites of lunch meat, pickles, cheese, cherry tomato, etc (I love roast beef and white cheddar for this)

yogurt and granola or fruit

put frozen potstickers + frozen edamame in the steamer/rice cooker, chill elsewhere with a timer set, then boom

tortilla chips + canned refried beans + cherry tomatoes + cilantro + jarred salsa con queso (or warm shredded cheese on top of the chips in the microwave for 30 seconds)

bagel + cream cheese + lox

microwave scrambled eggs (add things like green onion, soy sauce, or anything else you like!)

cottage cheese and fruit (mixed together or just on the side)

bowl of shredded rotisserie chicken + buffalo sauce + a bit of mayo + green onion (use a kitchen scissors to cut them right in!)

medium energy ("I'll boil water but don't ask me to chop shit")

boiled eggs and fresh veggies (put a little salt on top of the eggs!)

buttered noodles (my go-to nausea meal, it has never failed me. ideas of things to add: frozen peas, imitation crab, roasted garlic)

baked potato with toppings (I like cheese, bacon, broccoli, green onion, and sour cream)

quesadilla (add some canned beans, cilantro, or avocado!)

pot roast (requires a lot of time but not a lot of actual work. I love it with peas!)

cuban sandwich (bread, swiss, pickle, mustard, ham... my favorite thing to panini-ify by far)

pan-fried tofu with scallion sauce (this sauce goes well with everything and tofu is no exception)

pancakes or waffles! (I love mine with jam)

ham, pickle, and cream cheese roll-ups

fried eggs (with toast and lots of butter...so comforting)

fruit smoothie (bananas, frozen strawberries, yogurt...or whatever!)

I hate salad but could write essays on this copycat olive garden salad (throw it in a bowl! chopping required if you use onion)

spaghetti (controversial maybe but angel hair > spaghetti noodles)

pasta salad (olives broccoli fresh mozerella... those little mini pepperonis... yeah)

stir-fried thai garlic shrimp (I like using the mini frozen salad shrimps, it's easy! use jarred minced garlic to avoid chopping!)

tuna mayo onigiri

slow cooker ribs

buffalo chicken wrap (or any number of other wrap options! shred pre-cooked rotisserie chicken to make it easier)

if your local grocery store sells pre-cooked gyro strips, that can turn into an easy wrap with store-bought pita & tzatziki with tomatoes and onions!

couscous and chickpeas

tortellini + pasta sauce + spinach

high energy ("I don't mind chopping some things up!")

stuffed shells with spinach

chicken and roasted garlic (oh my god.....one of my all time favorites)

beef tacos (I like mine with cilantro and onion, and when I'm feeling especially high energy I love a tomatillo salsa)

chicken alfredo

tom kha gai (a thai soup and my absolute favorite! you just need access to galangal)

lasagna! (freezes well and then boom! low energy meal for later)

pad thai! (not as hard as you'd think, as long as you have access to tamarind paste!)

potstickers! (this is a lovely group activity if you want to cook with housemates!)

rice and beans

bang bang shrimp (ogughfhgfuh I love it. you can also do bang bang tofu!)

minestrone soup (so many nice veggies!)

fried rice (put whatever you have on hand in there! broccoli, peas, carrot, and beef is my favorite combo)

broccoli cheddar soup

spring rolls and peanut sauce

skewers (such as beef, onion, zucchini, bell pepper... you don't need a grill, oven works!)

roasted turkey with garlic parmesean asparagus

pork chop with mashed potatoes

panang curry

chicken gnocchi soup (use store bought gnocchi or make your own if you have a high energy day!)

bibimbap (super customizable depending on what veggies you like best)

butter chicken

plus! things that have helped me meal plan:

whenever you think of a meal you'd like to make, take 3 seconds to google search it, take a screenshot of the image results, and put it in a "food ideas" folder. instant visual menu!

the concept of "meal prepping" makes me recoil but I've learned that it can simply mean preparing shredded chicken, boiled eggs, or some other simple protein that you can customize throughout the week. shredded chicken can turn into wraps, salads, pasta dishes, etc... you don't have to meal prep yourself into the same meal all week!

when I have difficulty working up an appetite, I'll scroll through my favorite restaurant menus! there might be some foods I can't make at home, but many times they're very simple to recreate because the ingredients are literally listed!

#brought to you by: i see people complaining about coming up with meals for the week #and im like..this is my favorite thing to do........let me be your meal brainstormer #additionally brought to you by: eating something is better than nothing so some of these may not be complete textbook 'meals'#but sometimes you feel like shit and just need something! so!#also this energy scale is tailored to me personally so if some categorizations dont make sense to you thats bc its about me <3 #food #i might update this with dessert ideas too later. or just add to it in general

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kengan-daddies · 7 months

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The Boy Next Door Baki Hanma X Motherly! Older Female Reader

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4

Anime : Baki: Son of Ogre Character : Baki Hanam Warning : Mention of child abuse, child neglect, possessiveness, possessive love

The Boy Next Door Baki Hanma x Motherly! Older Female Reader

The rice cooker beeped, the smell of grilled fish hummed throughout the apartment, and the ingredients for miso soup laid out on the countertop everything was already chopped and ready, and the water was just now starting to boil. The sound of the TV playing in the background was a constant noise, the male news reporter speaking about the weather and anything else that may be of importance as of late. You sighed tiredly as you dumped the vegetables for the miso soup into the boiling water, placing the lid over it so that it could cook properly. You opened the grill on the stove, seeing the fish was just starting to brown. You closed it, looking over at the rice cooker and checking the timer.

It had a good few minutes left in it, you huffed as you walked over to the dining table, pulling a chair out you sat down, propping your chin up in your palm as you rested. 'As soon as this food is done and we eat, I'm taking my tired ass to bed.' You thought as you yawned. You looked over towards the living area, seeing Baki sitting at the small table, his back to you as he sat hunched over, papers scattered over the table as he worked on his homework. He was still in his school pants, he got comfortable, taking off his school top and folding it neatly he placed it on the couch, leaving him in his muscle shirt. You smiled at the sight, happy to see him living the life of a teen.

'He deserves to live a normal life, coming home and doing homework while mom cooks and cleans.' You thought as you watched him scratch his head in confusion and irritation at whatever he was struggling with on his homework. Your smile slightly faded as your gaze trailed along his muscular arms, seeing the scars that littered his skin. 'All those scars, all those years, trying to beat his father, gain his mother's love, to gain their affection... It's so unfair, it's so wrong.' You thought, still bitter with the bitch that was his unfortunate mother. You hated her so much, just thinking about her made your blood boil.

'That stupid bitch had the audacity to tell me, not to interfere with her son's life. "I'm his mother, so it's my job to oversee him how I see fit." ... That bitch... Poor Baki, that sad look on his face as he stared at me, the poor boy felt so bad about getting me in trouble with his mother. But he had no reason to feel bad, I would've faced his mother down a million times if it meant seeing him smile.' You thought your gaze downcast at the table surface, your other hand drew lazy circles with the pad of your pointer finger, you did it for so long till the tip of your finger felt numb. A large scared hand gently weighed on top of yours, stopping your hand. You blinked in surprise at the sudden hand, looking up you saw Baki standing behind you, a small smile on his face but worry could be seen in his eyes.

"You shouldn't do that, you'll wear down your skin." He said his hands scooping yours up in between his palms as he held your hand. "Your wrist will wither earlier with age, causing arthritis." He explained as he held your hand in one palm while the other rubbed your wrist gently. "You need to take care of your hands, Mom, you only got two, and they're beautiful." He said gently, his voice soft yet firm. "They're strong with pride, they're tough with resilience, yet they're still so soft with tenderness, still beautiful with love. Take care of your hands, Mom." He said. You stared up at him, your brain processing what he said, you looked down at his hand and you placed your other hand over his, stopping the rubbing on your wrist. "What about your hands, Baki, they're covered in scars and hard before their time."

You said, your fingers rubbing over his knuckles and the scars on his hand. He smiled. "These are the hands of a warrior who fights to protect, who fights to get stronger, who fights for others... My hands are supposed to be hard so that I can help you." He said. Your eyes softened and your rubbing stopped. "The strength, yes, the scars, no... Your hands are supposed to be still delicate yet strong, that wasn't a choice you were given." You said. Your hand tightens around his. He chuckled as he leaned down, his nose nuzzling into your hair. "It may not be, but it was a choice I chose to carry." He said. It was silent for a while, the both of you just enjoying each other's company, the sounds of the TV, the rice cooker, the water boiling, the sound of sizzling... All of that was the sound of home. This is what home was supposed to sound like.

The Boy Next Door

The house was quiet, the kitchen was clean, everyone was in their beds asleep... Except for one... Baki was up in his room, sitting on the floor deep in meditation, his ears open to everything around him. The crickets outside, the buzzing of the street lamps, the fluttering of the moth's wings, the sound of your even breaths as you slept... All these noises surrounded him, calming him. He opened his eyes and he stood up, a calming aura surrounding him. He stood there, staring at a pencil on his dresser, then in the blink of an eye he threw a sharp kick, he stood there for a moment, his eyes trained on the pencil on his dresser, watching, listening... He lowered his leg he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, the sound of wood splitting sounded out, and he exhaled. He opened his eyes, looking at the pencil that was cut clean in half from the lead to the eraser.

He walked over to it silently, staring down at it. 'Soon, soon I'll be strong enough to protect you mom... I'll keep you safe, I won't let him learn of you, and even if he does, I'll be more than ready to protect you.' He thought, a determined glare in his eyes, the thoughts of the demon back flashing across his mind. He broke from his thoughts when he heard your breathing change, he looked over at his room door, listening intensely at the sound of you leaving your bed and tiredly shuffling over to your bathroom. He looked out the window when he heard a tap, his eyes sharp and on the defensive, but he relaxed when he saw who it was.

'Ah, master... It's good to see you... Sadly, I can't let you in... Mom would freak.' He thought in amusement as he bowed his head in respect at the roach outside on his window. He stood up straight once he heard it take flight, he sighed tiredly as he walked over to his bed, he laid down in it, his arms crossed behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. 'Tomorrow, I should start moving my clothes over here... I like it here better than 'home', this is an actual 'home' and not some cheap imitation. It's real... And I intend to soak it up to the fullest.' He thought. He looked over at his room door for a moment, before he rolled over on his side, his back facing the door, his body relaxing and his breathing evening out.

His door cracked open, and you looked in seeing him in bed asleep, you smiled as you walked over towards him. 'She's coming in... Why?' He thought as he lay there. You stopped by his bed, a smile on your face as you reached out to stroke his hair. 'She's stroking me?... I mean I'm not complaining, it feels really good... Damn, that's actually a really nice thing to feel... It's real relaxing... I could...' His thoughts trailed off abruptly, as the sound of light snoring took its place, you giggled softly. You just had a feeling that he was having a hard time sleeping, this seemed to prove it. 'A woman's intuition is never wrong.' You thought.

The Boy Next Door

You were in your bathroom, doing your hair, you were already dressed, makeup already on. You were deep in concentration making sure that your hair looked nice. You nearly jumped when Baki poked his head. "OOH!! You scared me." You said as you placed your hand over your heart, you stared at him in the mirror. He smiled sheepishly at your reflection. "Sorry about that." He said. You sighed as you went back to doing your hair a small smile on your face. "Good morning, Baki." You said, he smiled. "Good morning, mom." He said. He sounded so happy, just saying those few words and it made your heart flutter. You checked over your hair one last time nodding in acceptance as you turned towards the door.

He shuffled backwards as you walked out and he followed you like a curious child. You smiled sweetly as you walked down the stairs. "Did you sleep well?" You asked him as you walked towards the kitchen, he followed close behind. "Yeah, I did actually, I slept like a baby" he said in a pleased tone, he really did. It was probably the best sleep he ever gotten actually. You chuckled as you opened the fridge getting out eggs, green onions, and sausages. "That's good, I'm glad to hear that, Baki. I want you to always try and get a good night's sleep." You said, balancing all the objects in your hands as you closed the fridge with your hip. He watched you walk over to the counter as you placed everything down.

You reached up, and pulled the square-shaped frying pan down from its hook, putting it on the stove, and turning the heat up to 8. "Baki?" You asked. He perked up. "Yeah?" He questioned. "Can you get me the oil? It's over in the pantry, top shelf on the left." You said as you washed your hands, getting out knives, forks, and bowls. He nodded his head as he walked over to the door, opening it his eyes scanned the food that was inside. It was all sorts of foods, from easy prep to homemade. Seasonings and additives, condiments, and sugary coatings. His eyes soaked in everything as he looked up, seeing the oil. 'Damn, it's right where she said it was too.' He said as he reached up, his eyes widened when he realized that he nearly had to get on his toes to reach it.

'Wait, she reaches up here every day? She must get a chair or something to help her, why placed it so high though?' He thought as he pulled the bottle down. He closed the door and stepped over to you. He watched as you cracked the eggs into a large bowl, he saw 4 yolks in the bowl and you were reaching for another. "Here you go." He said holding the bottle. You looked over your shoulder and you smiled. "Yes, you can put some in the frying pan, the eye is already on." You said as you went back to cracking eggs. He walked to the stove taking the top off before he poured enough into the pan, watching as the oil slowly coated the bottom of the skillet.

'She's making breakfast for us... Should I ask her now?... I'm not sure why I'm hesitant on asking... Why am I so nervous?... I'm just gonna ask a simple question, and hopefully, she'll say yes.' He thought. He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt your hand touch his arm, gently pushing him to the side, he stepped over looking at you in question. "You wouldn't move when I asked you to, so I just decided to push on in, sorry about that." You said with a sheepish but teasing smile. He relaxed against the counter, his elbow resting on the top as he leaned into it. "Sorry, I was just thinking." He said in a soft voice. You looked over at him, the sound of sizzling loud as you poured in some of the yolk into the frying pan.

"Thinking about what?" You asked him. He seemed nervous, his other hand picking at the underside of the counter's edge. "Would it be an issue... If I moved in?" He asked tentatively. You stared at him for a moment before you looked over at the egg, you scooped your spatula under the omelet, rolling it up carefully, you left it at the end of the fryingpan as you poured in more yolk, the sizzling growing loud once more. You looked over at him, an excited gleam in your eyes. "No, Baki... It wouldn't be an issue at all. You can start the process now if you want. I'll just call in sick and you can take the day off school to complete it." You said. His eyes lit up and a bright smile graced his face. "Really!?" He said. You nodded and chuckled at his excitement. "Yes, really!! We can start as soon as we finish breakfast." You said.

The Boy Next Door

After breakfast, you and Baki got busy right away, he didn't live far so it made going to his place easy. You both went to the nearest storage unit, you bought a few nicely sized boxes, the both of you went to his place, folded the boxes, and got to work. He didn't have a lot of things, but it was enough to fill up five boxes. Two of his boxes contained his clothes, neatly folded and organized by you. One box had shirts and pants, and the other had socks and underwear. In another box, you placed all of his school supplies at the bottom and his hygienic products on top in a grocery bag. In the fourth box, you had somehow squeezed in a folded blanket, and his pillows, and even placed his shoes in a nice bag in the same box. In the fifth box, you placed all his dog's stuff in it. Dog food, bowls, leash, and bed.

He looked at all the boxes in wonder and amazement. "Wow... She was able to squeeze everything in, nice and neat... and even kept it clean and reasonable... I guess, this is what they call 'A Mother's Touch.' ... The ability to make the impossible possible." He mumbled to himself as he looked at the boxes, he looked up at you when he heard you sigh tiredly. Your back facing him as you whipped your arm over your forehead. Before you both left your home to come to his, you took off your makeup and put on a casual outfit. A large baggy shirt and some comfortable sweats. "Woo!! Finally done." You said tiredly, you looked down at the box with the dog things in it. You bent down to pick it up, but Baki's hand on your shoulder stopped you. You looked back at him in question.

"You can rest, I'll take it from here." He said. You stared at him in wonder as he gently pushed you aside, he picked up the box, placed it on another box, and then he picked those two boxes up and placed them on another box. He did that till all five boxes were stacked and then he picked them up with a little grunt. "Alright... I'm all packed." He said, a happy gleam in his eyes as he stared down at you happily. You chuckled and you shook your head putting all your weight on one leg and one hand on your hip. "You're something different Baki, you really are." You said fondly. He giggled boyishly. You turned away from him, rubbing his dog's head gently before you continued on to the doors. "Well come on then, we gotta get you settled in." You said as you slipped your shoes on, and slid the door open. He followed suit his dog not far behind. Once outside, he looked back at the place he once called home.

'For 7 years, I lived here for about 7 years... so many things happened while I lived here... both good and bad... it's been one hell of an adventure... and now, it's nothing more but a place to train at... maybe I'll turn it into a personal gym... I mean, I might as well... It'll be like a man cave in a way... Yeah, a man cave.' He thought as he stared at the building, the sound of you walking away caught his attention and he followed after you. He, his dog, and his mom all walked to their new home and life. A happy smile on his face, a pep in his step as he walked, his hair bounced and his eyes gleamed. 'When was the last time I was this happy?... When I met Kouze?... When I kissed her?... When I fight a new strong opponent?... When I win?...No... It was about 5 years ago now... when my mother died... I was sad but I was also happy... Happy that she was free from her torment, happy that he was free from her constant abuse and neglect... he felt relief for both him and for her... It sounded wrong but it also felt so right... That was the last time, I felt this happy.' He thought.

As he followed after you, your home... No... Their home could be seen ahead of them. 'Home... with a family... My dog, my mom, my own room, my own bed... it feels different now... I've always had my own, but it was my home... Now it's under someone else's roof, but it was still mine... it's so different, it's so domestic... I love it.' He thought as he followed you inside, he kicked his shoes off before he went in further, placing the boxes down on the floor. You smiled as you patted his back gently, the dog went to the couch and he flopped down with a yawn. You both looked at him for a while. "Well, glad to know you're already settled in." Baki said, you chuckled at his silliness as you walked past him and into the kitchen. "I'll fix you a snack, until then get your things settled in, the dog things can go on the balcony." You said pulling down a plate and a cup. He nodded his head as he picked up the first box, and he placed it next to the balcony door.

'I'll get his stuff settled in once I'm done with my own things.' He thought as he picked up the other four boxes before he walked upstairs with them.

The Boy Next Door

Baki flopped back on his back, his hair falling back from his face and forehead, a relaxed and pleased look on his face as he stared up at the ceiling. His room was finally officially his room... He's slept in this room many times throughout his younger teen years, finding refuge in your home, his make-believe life with you. Many times he's passed up on his training to spend many days with you. You were his ideal mother, his ideal home... You were his escape from reality. He'd leave his training behind for some time, never coming to his assigned weight training his mother gave him, never going home to that half-ass excuse of a home that his mother gave him. He'd seemingly vanish for days then he'd just reappear like nothing, expecting a lashing from his mother but he'd never care. He'd skip out on training, he'd miss out on getting stronger, just to be with you.

Just to get your affection, your hugs, your kisses, your comfort, your love. Everything he wanted his mother to give him, you would spoil him with. He grew reliant on you, he'd run to come see you after a training session, and he'd hug you, his head buried in your breasts, listening to your heartbeat, your arms wrapped around him tightly, fingers combing this hair gently. He'd lay there for hours in your arms, even falling asleep sometimes, he'd wake up on the couch, the smell of food wafting into his nose, seeing you in the kitchen, cooking up a meal for you both. You'd just happen to look around, seeing him up on the couch and you flash him your beautiful smile. 'I love that smile... It's so full of love, understanding, and acceptance. I love that smile, so much.' He thought, inhaling through his nostrils as he closed his eyes, relaxing on the mattress. 'I don't think... I'd never fall out of love with that woman... The woman who took the place and love of my birth mother... I love her so much.' He thought his eyes opening, a possessive gleam in his eyes.

"I love my mother... And I won't let anything happen to her... I'd kill anyone who'd even try and separate us... No matter who they are." He said.

#baki son of ogre #baki the grappler #baki #baki hanma #baki x reader #baki x y/n #baki son ogre x y/n #baki son of ogre x reader #baki son of ogre baki #baki the grappler baki #baki hanma baki

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try-set-me-on-fire · 10 months

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38 for the soft fic prompts: giving or saving for the other because they know they haven’t had a chance to eat anything and they don’t want them to be hungry

Filing this one under “takeout” for list checking purposes. Soft prompts! Finished ones here!

“Oh those aren’t- that’s probably not good anymore.”

Buck turns a little away from the cool of the fridge, dim sum takeout box in his hand. “When’d you get ‘em?”

Eddie shrugs, and comes to stand next to him to look in at the other containers. There's half a tub of saag paneer, some pad see ew, a couple of slices of pizza in a ziplock bag. "The… I think the pizza might be ok. That was only from the other night."

Buck grins at him as he takes out all the leftovers and sets them on the counter to be ferried to the trash. "I'm in a coma for just a few days and you and Chris order out every night, I see how it is." He paws through everything, and agrees with Eddie’s assessment that much of it is past wise consumption. “What groceries do you have, I’ll make something-“

The words evaporate somewhere in his throat when he looks at Eddie again, sees the stricken expression he’s trying to smooth off his face. Eddie blinks at the eye contact and clears his throat. “Uh, not sure… sandwich stuff, eggs, pasta. Not- I went to the store a few days ago, I should probably...” Eddie opens the fridge again, stares into it at an angle Buck thinks is meant to hide his face. “You can use anything. But you don’t have to cook, Buck, we can just order something again.”

“Eds, I ate hospital food for days and then when I got home Maddie glared at me if I so much as looked at a spatula. I would love to cook something myself.” He makes his tone joking, pleasant, carefully watching Eddie’s unfocused gaze and tight grip on the refrigerator door. “Come on, you’re letting the penguins out.” He kicks the door very lightly and Eddie huffs something sort of close to a laugh and shuts it.

Buck fishes the rice cooker out of its usual cabinet and sets it up, and rearranges pans on the stove, trying to create noise and clatter and some sense of normalcy. Eddie leans against the fridge and watches him, looking settled and unsettled. When Buck gets back to the old takeout and moves to toss it all, Eddie’s hand comes up for a second before jerking back down to his side. Buck drums his fingers on the counter next to a fallen, kind of funky piece of pepperoni for a moment before crossing his arms and walking close to Eddie. The kitchen isn't that big, and his legs are long, so it only takes two steps.

“You can keep all that if you want but your fridge is gonna get pretty gross.” He tries to make eye contact but Eddie is resolutely staring somewhere around the tattoo on Buck’s forearm as he sighs and shakes his head.

“No, throw it out, I’m- being dumb. You were in the hospital- I’m being dumb.”

“Not sure how those things are connected.”

“What?” Eddie looks at him, finally, an eyebrow raised.

“I was in the hospital, you’ve got a lot of sentimentally valuable takeout, you’re dumb.” Eddie makes a pouty little face on instinct, and Buck grins for a moment. “Come on, I missed a lot, connect the dots for me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Well then I’m not gonna share the fried rice,” Buck says, something they both know is an absolutely empty threat. But neither of them can really deny the other, so they have a little staring contest that doesn’t last all that long before Eddie relents with a sigh.

His hand comes up to curl in the air around Buck’s elbow, centimeters from actually touching his skin but still perfectly in the shape of it. “I thought-“ he shakes his head, squinting out at the dimly lit room. “I thought you might be hungry. If I- if there was food you would-“ his index finger barely brushes Buck’s arm and his whole hand flinches back to a safe distance that Buck more than anything wants him to close. “If we had leftovers you’d come home and eat them.”

“I’m home now.” Buck can just feel the warmth of Eddie’s hand, even with the space between them.

“Yeah,” Eddie whispers.

“I’ll eat your nasty pizza if you want.”

Eddie snorts and the motion of his body brings his hand into contact again, and Buck thinks it makes them both sigh in relief. “Don’t. You’ll have to go right back to the hospital. Then I’ll land in the bed next to you because Maddie will do me grievous bodily harm.”

“In bed next to me, huh?”

“Jesus,” Eddie laughs, looking past him towards the stove, or the window maybe. “You’re not smooth, Buckley.” He doesn’t take his hand away. Buck thinks this is a dance they’d started at Hen and Karen’s vow renewal, or maybe five years ago in the back of an ambulance. Eddie’s smiling a little now but he still looks worried, and tired, and Buck silently promises to find ways to apologize for interrupting their footwork by leaving him here alone, even if just for a few minutes. Fried rice, a shared meal, the comfort of Buck and Eddie together in a kitchen so familiar to them, seems as good a place as any to start. Eddie’s hand travels up Buck’s arm to rest on his neck. “You’ll stay after dinner?”

Buck glances at the clock. “Pretty late, Eds. This is probably more of a midnight snack.”

“Buck.”

“I’ll stay,” Buck says, a little more hushed than he intended, but maybe it’s the right tone for the gravity of the promise. “After breakfast and lunch, too, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course,” Eddie says, just as quiet, just as serious, but smiling again and brushing the tips of his fingers through the hair at the nape of Buck’s neck. “Any time. Always.”

#buddie #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz #my writing #911 abc

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najia-cooks · 9 months

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[ID: Rice noodles topped with yellow fried tofu and chives; piles of chili powder, peanuts, and chive stems to the side. End ID]

ผัดไทย / Phad thai (Thai noodle dish with tamarind and chives)

Phad thai, or pad thai ("Thai stir-fry") is a dish famous for its balance of sour, sweet, savory, and spicy flavors, and its combination of fried and fresh ingredients. It's commonly available in Thai restaurants in the U.S.A. and Europe—however, it's likely that restaurant versions aren't vegetarian (fish sauce!), and even likelier that they don't feature many ingredients that traditionalists consider essential to phad thai (such as garlic chives or sweetened preserved radish—or even tamarind, which they may replace with ketchup).

Despite the appeals to tradition that phad thai sometimes inspires, the dish as such is less than 100 years old. Prime Minister Plaek Phibunsongkhram popularized the stir-fry in the wake of a 1932 revolution that established a constitutional monarchy in Thailand (previously Siam); promotion of the newly created dish at home and abroad was a way to promote a new "Thai" identity, a way to use broken grains of rice to free up more of the crop for export, and a way to promote recognition of Thailand on a worldwide culinary stage. Despite the dish's patriotic function, most of the components of phad thai are not Thai in origin—stir-fried noodles, especially, had a close association with China at the time.

My version replaces fish sauce with tao jiew (Thai fermented bean paste) and dried shrimp with shiitake mushrooms, and uses a spiced batter that fries up like eggs. Tamarind, palm sugar, prik bon (Thai roasted chili flakes), and chai po wan (sweet preserved radish) produce phad thai's signature blend of tart, sweet, and umami flavors.

Recipe under the cut!

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Serves 2.

Ingredients:

For the sauce:

3 Tbsp (35g) Thai palm sugar (น้ำตาลปึก / nam tan puek)

2 Tbsp vegetarian fish sauce, or a mixture of Thai soy sauce and tao jiew

1/4 cup tamarind paste (made from 50g seeded tamarind pulp, or 80g with seeds)

Thai palm sugar is the evaporate of palm tree sap; it has a light caramel taste. It can be purchased in jars or bags at an Asian grocery, or substituted with light brown sugar or a mixture of white sugar and jaggery.

Seedless tamarind pulp can be purchased in vacuum-sealed blocks at an Asian grocery store—try to find some that's a product of Thailand. I have also made this dish with Indian tamarind, though it may be more sour—taste and adjust how much paste you include accordingly.

You could skip making your own tamarind paste by buying a jar of Thai "tamarind concentrate" and cooking it down. Indian tamarind concentrate may also be used, but it is much thicker and may need to be watered down.

For the stir-fry:

4oz flat rice noodles ("thin" or "medium"), soaked in room-temperature water 1 hour

1/4 cup chopped Thai shallots (or substitute Western shallots)

3 large cloves (20g) garlic, chopped

170g pressed tofu

3 Tbsp (23g) sweet preserved radish (chai po wan), minced

1 Tbsp ground dried shiitake mushroom, or 2 Tbsp diced fresh shiitake (as a substitute for dried shrimp)

Cooking oil (ideally soybean or peanut)

The rice noodles used for phad thai should be about 1/4" (1/2cm) wide, and will be labelled "thin" or "medium," depending on the brand—T&T's "thin" noodles are good, or Erawan's "medium." They may be a product of Vietnam or of Thailand; just try to find some without tapioca as an added ingredient.

Pressed tofu may be found at an Asian grocery store. It is firmer than the extra firm tofu available at most Western grocery stores. Thai pressed tofu is often yellow on the outside. If you can't locate any, use extra firm tofu and press it for at least 30 minutes.

Sweetened preserved radish adds a deeply sweet, slightly funky flavor and some texture to phad thai. Make sure that your preserved radish is the sweet kind, not the salted kind.

For the eggs

¼ cup + 2 Tbsp (60g) white rice flour

3 Tbsp (22.5g) all-purpose flour (substitute more rice flour for a gluten-free version)

1 tsp ground turmeric

About 1 ¼ cup (295mL) coconut milk (canned or boxed; the kind for cooking, not drinking)

¼ tsp kala namak (black salt), or substitute table salt

Pinch prik bon (optional)

To serve:

Prik bon

2 1/2 cups bean sprouts

3 bunches (25g) garlic chives

1 banana blossom (หัวปลี / hua plee) (optional)

1/3 cup peanuts, roasted

Additional sugar

Garlic chives, also known as Chinese chives or Chinese leeks, are wider and flatter than Western chives. They may be found at an Asian grocery; or substitute green onion.

Banana blossoms are more likely to be found canned than fresh outside of Asia. They may be omitted if you can't find any.

Instructions:

For the eggs:

1. Whisk all ingredients together in a mixing bowl. Cover and allow to rest.

For the noodles:

1. Soak rice noodles in room-temperature water for 1 hour, making sure they're completely submerged. After they've been soaked, they feel almost completely pliant. Cut the noodles in half using kitchen scissors.

For the tamarind paste:

1. Break off a chunk of about 50g seedless tamarind, or 80g seeded. Break it apart into several pieces and place it at the bottom of a bowl. Pour 2/3 cup (150mL) just-boiled water over the tamarind and allow it to soak for about 20 minutes, until it is cool enough to handle.

2. Palpate the tamarind pulp with your hands and remove hard seeds and fibres. Pulverise the pulp in a blender (or with an immersion blender) and pass it through a sieve—if you have something thicker than a fine mesh sieve, use that, as this is a thick paste. Press the paste against the sieve to get all the liquid out and leave only the tough fibers behind.

You should have about 1/4 cup (70g) of tamarind paste. If necessary, pour another few tablespoons of water over the sieve to help rinse off the fibers and get all of the paste that you can.

3. Taste your tamarind paste. If it is intensely sour, add a little water and stir.

For the sauce:

1. If not using vegetarian fish sauce, whisk 1 Tbsp tao jiew with 1 Tbsp Thai soy sauce in a small bowl. You can also substitute tao jiew with Japanese white miso paste or another fermented soybean product (such as doenjang or Chinese fermented bean paste), and Thai soy sauce with Chinese light soy sauce. Fish sauce doesn't take "like" fish, merely fermented and intensely salty, and that's the flavor we're trying to mimic here.

2. Heat a small sauce pan on medium. Add palm sugar (or whatever sugar you're using) and cooking, stirring and scraping the bottom of the pot often, until the sugar melts. Cook for another couple of minutes until the sugar browns slightly.

3. Immediately add tamarind and stir. This may cause the sugar to crystallize; just keep cooking and stirring the sauce to allow the sugar to dissolve.

4. Add fish sauce and stir. Continue cooking for another couple of minutes to heat through. Remove from heat. Taste and adjust sugar and salt.

To stir-fry:

1. Cut the tofu into pieces about 1" x 1/4" x 1/4" (2.5 x 1/2 x 1/2cm) in size.

2. Separate the stalks of the chives from the greens and set them aside for garnish. Cut the greens into 1 1/2” pieces.

3. Chop the shallots and garlic. If using fresh shiitake mushrooms, dice them, including the stems. If using dried, grind them in a mortar and pestle or using a spice mill.

4. Roast peanuts in a skillet on medium heat, stirring often, until fragrant and a shade darker.

5. Remove the tough, pink outer leaves of the fresh banana blossom until you get to the white. Cut off the stem and cut lengthwise into wedges (like an orange). Rub exposed surfaces with a lime wedge to prevent browning. If your banana blossom is canned, drain and cut into wedges.

6. Heat a large wok (or flat-bottomed pan) on medium-high. Add oil and swirl to coat the wok's surface.

If you're using extra firm (instead of pressed) tofu, fry it now to prevent it from breaking apart later. Add about 1" (2.5cm) of oil to the wok, and fry the tofu, stirring and flipping occasionally, until golden brown on all sides. Remove tofu onto a plate using a slotted spoon. Carefully remove excess oil from the wok (into a wide bowl, for example) and reserve for reuse.

7. Fry shallots, garlic, preserved radish and tofu (if you didn't fry it before), stirring often, until shallots are translucent. Add mushroom and fry another minute.

8. Add pre-fried tofu, drained noodles, and sauce to the wok. Cook, stirring often with a spatula or tossing with tongs, until the sauce has absorbed and the noodles are completely pliant and well-cooked. (If sauce absorbs before the noodles are cooked, add some water and continue to toss.)

9. Push noodles to the side. Add 'egg' batter and re-cover with the noodles. Cook for a couple minutes, until the egg had mostly solidified. Stir to break up the egg and mix it in with the noodles.

10. Remove from heat. Add half the roasted peanuts, half of the bean sprouts, and all of the greens of the chives. Cover for a minute or two to allow the greens to wilt.

11. Serve with additional peanuts, bean sprouts, banana blossom wedges, chive stems, and lime wedges on the side. Have prik bon and additional grated palm sugar at table.

#phad thai #pad thai #vegan recipes #cooking #thai #gluten free #garlic chives #Chinese chives

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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Hi Wendy! (Im the same person who suggested the Benkei angst♡)

maybe the scenario could be where Benkei doesn't spend much time with reader anymore because of his work, so reader gets lonely and maybe spends time with Omi, Waka or South (your choice) and maybe gets benki a little jealous here and there..👉👈

Though you don't really like this scenario then please tell me and I could change it 💕✨️✨️

I don't think I've ever done one of these so I'M UP FOR THE TASK!

Sneaky Link: Keizo Arashi, Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1,4k

tw: angst, angst, angst!

masterlist

"You're always at the gym," you sigh, cradling the phone against your ear. Another long evening spent alone with the TV isn't what you envisioned when you suggested a romantic dinner. You glance at the food sitting on the stove and note that it's probably cooled significantly since you cooked it.

"I'm sorry, baby," Keizo replies over the sound of the dryer tumbling in the background. "I'll be home as soon as I'm done with this client."

"Yeah, yeah." You hang up and sit the phone on the counter, allowing yourself a brief second to pout. This wasn't the ideal way to spend any evening. But as you begin to put away the dishes, the doorbell rings.

You pray that it's Keizo and that he was just hanging you out to dry for some fun, but when you look out of the peephole, you see Takeomi instead.

"Y/n," Takeomi chirps jovially. When he sees your face - no doubt long and drawn and disappointed - he takes off his silly sunglass and frowns. "Bad time?"

"Come on in," you offer, holding your arm out so he can enter.

"I was just stopping by to see if the big guy was here, but I see he's staying late." Takeomi sniffs. "Did you cook dinner?"

"It's going to go to waste, so--" Takeomi quickly pads into the kitchen and gives a small gasp.

"This looks amazing." Before you can chastise the older man for his lack of manners, he grabs a plate and begins to arrange it as he sees fit, making sure every single inch of the dish is covered in vegetables, meats, and rice.

"I'm starving," Takeomi admits sheepishly, and you wave him off, shaking your head. He sits at the breakfast bar and shovels down your food, humming in appreciation every so often. "Keizo's missin' out," he jokes with a full mouth. You watch him eat with a sense of pride - here's someone who came and actually enjoyed the food you made without even hesitating to ask if he was welcome to. And, for once, you admire that about Takeomi. Even if he is a money-grubbing, smug-faced, inept loser at times.

When all is said and done, you're both sitting on the floor and playing a card game while chowing down on brownies and drinking sake.

"Go fish," Takeomi exclaims triumphantly, but you just look at him in confusion.

"This isn't 'go fish'," you mutter. "It's Uno."

"Oh." Takeomi searches for the right word before declaring, "Uno!"

"Oh, good; the light's still on." Keizo pulls into the garage of the home with ease, then ambles out of his car, feeling sore. He pushes open the back door and sets his bags down on the kitchen table before looking over into the living room, where he expects to see you sitting on the couch, reading a book. When no one greets him, Keizo walks toward the room, expecting to find it empty. But there you are, passed out on the floor next to an empty bowl and bottle, cards strewn out on the floor in front of you, and... Takeomi?

You're both clothed, and by all accounts, it seems like Takeomi came over for dinner and games while he was away. No food is left on the stove - despite there being dishes in the sink - and something grabs at Keizo's heart like a fist grabbing a towel.

Something irrational flashes in Keizo's mind, but he opts to cool down in the bedroom before rousing his friend and kicking him out. But he can't calm down, not even with cold water splashing on his face. So he does what he intended to do before.

"Get the fuck up," Keizo grumbles, nudging Takeomi with his foot. Takeomi stirs but doesn't wake. Keizo grits his teeth and grabs his friend's face, smacking his cheeks a few times.

"Yeah, yeah," Takeomi slurs, sitting up slowly. "Got one more round in me." When Takeomi recognizes Keizo, he smiles widely. "Oh, hey, dude; didn't hear ya' come in th'--" Takeomi belches. "The door."

"You should go home."

"Nah, y/n told me I could sleep it off here on the couch or somethin'."

"I'll drive you back." Takeomi waves his hand dismissively.

"No, no," he urges Keizo, hiccuping. "I'll be fine in the morning; you'll see. I just--" Takeomi tries to stand, but he wobbles around drunkenly for a moment. Keizo wants to drag him by the collar to his car, push him into the passenger seat and speed off, but he knows that would be detrimental. He'd lose his cool.

"Sleep on th' couch." Takeomi barely makes it to the furnishing before he collapses face down. Keizo inhales deeply, then moves to grab you off of the floor and guide you towards the bedroom. As he's doing just that, you rouse a little, smacking your mouth.

"Is it late already?" You yawn. Keizo grunts once, shutting the bedroom door and guiding you to the bathroom. "Should take a shower..." You begin to undress, also barely making it into the shower, before you nod off again. Keizo joins you moments later, standing by as you press the soap to your chest and make lazy circles around your flesh.

Begrudgingly, Keizo helps you, only to soften his fingers against your body and remember that you're still his. Things were hard now, but they'd get better with time. He wouldn't have to work so much in the near future, and then you could spend time together as much as you wanted.

"You enjoy your evening with Takeomi?"

"Omi's nice," you murmur, and while it does make Keizo a little jealous that his friend came into his house, ate his food, and entertained his girl while he was away, maybe it was for the better. "We played cards."

"I saw that."

"He told me my cooking is good."

"I tell you your cooking is good all the time," Keizo replies, wrapping a towel around you. "Do you not believe me?"

"Dunno," you shrug, walking slowly towards the sink. Keizo deflates. No, this was no good. He tries to nuzzle your neck and give you a few reassuring kisses, but you pull away, rubbing lotion into your skin while he watches.

"You're upset with me." A statement, not a question.

"You're never home," you grumble, scrunching your face up. "It's always 'the gym', 'the clients', or 'training.' I feel... unimportant."

"You're very important to me," he offers.

"Well, I planned a nice dinner, and you stayed out late."

"I'm working on not doing that so much," Keizo whispers. "I'm sorry, I--"

"No," you shake your head quickly. "No, don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Say you're 'sorry,' and then do nothing to change it. I can't stand that." Now, you're trying to move past him, but Keizo stands in your way, blocking your escape.

"Baby," he coos, holding his arms out. But you bat them away and push past him. "Y/n, please--"

"I'm tired of being here and you being there." You pull out clothing haphazardly and shrug something on before tossing your towel to the floor. "Takeomi came over and for once, I felt so fucking relieved I didn't have to be home by myself another night."

There it is again.

Keizo's heart constricts.

"So, you'd rather have Takeomi, huh?" Your glare is relentless, but Keizo's nostrils flare, and the both of you begin a stand-off. "You'd rather have the guy who isn't giving you shit over me?"

"You're not meeting my emotional needs."

"This is all temporary," Keizo reminds you, but you toss your hands up, defeated.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. You're obviously not listening to me."

"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't invite my friends over and get drunk with them." Your mouth opens once, twice, and then a third time before you snatch a pillow and a blanket off the bed.

"At least your friends don't assume I want to sleep with them," you toss back angrily, storming out of the bedroom. "I'm sleeping on the fucking couch."

Keizo wants to yell back something petty, but he feels his fists unclench and his previously tense body unwinds.

"Fuck," he whispers, collapsing on the bed face down. Sleep it off, he tells himself. Sleep the jealousy off and revisit the topic in the morning.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #keizo arashi #keizo arashi x reader #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi akashi

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godlovesdykes · 3 months

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i’ve been cooking so much lately and i’m so happy :D just made a teriyaki tofu rice bowl and this past week i had fish tacos and pad thai! and monday i think we’ll have butter chicken

#my go to weekday meal is either a fish/veggie/rice oven baked combo or an instant curry mix #i love cooking!#screams into the void #morgan don’t look

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kuzusushi · 1 year

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SWEET NOTHING

happy birthday to the biggest babygirl of genshin. hopefully this wasn't too ooc.

"love..?"

sunlight peered through the window, its bright glare obstructed by the translucent blinds that swayed along with the morning breeze. birds chirped a chipper tune as they flew about, ready to start their day.

yet kunikuzushi finds himself lulled to slumber, yearning for your warmth which had encapsulated his form the night prior, hands sweeping over your side of the bed searching for your form, which had already gone a little cold due to your absence.

rubbing his groggy eyes with a groan, he stretches a bit, swaddling himself with your blanket as he pads over to the kitchen—his little voyage through your tiny cottage in hopes of dragging you back to bed with him.

"love, i'm fucking cold, come back to bed." he whines, wrapping your blanket tighter on his form as he follows the lovely scent of food that wafts from the kitchen. there amidst the chaos of the clinking pots and pans you stand, humming as you dust your hands on your apron, seemingly unaware of your lover's presence.

kunikuzushi couldn't find it in himself to complain—no. not when it feels so domestic and comforting like this. he leans against the doorframe as he watches you in awe, complete adoration swimming in his indigo orbs as he stares, absolutely enamored by you, a small grin settling upon his features.

it's funny really. never in a million years would kunikuzushi have thought that such a day like this would come. in the past, you were at each other's throats, scorching words and scathing gazes burning into one another in hopes of burning one another alive amidst the echoes of your weapons clanking against one another, drawing out a twisted symphony from your battle.

almost like fate was mocking you both, it had decided to bring you both together in more circumstances than one, allowing you both to discover each other's vulnerabilities, characteristics, things you relished—and you both fell for one another. perhaps kunikuzushi would have to thank the stars another time for intertwining you both together.

"kuni? oh! you're awake!" comes your sheepish chuckle, eyes flitting to his adorable form to the surprise you have been working on nervously before meeting his gaze.

"i had planned to surprise you today—you know, since it's your birthday and all..but if you wish to go back to bed then that's fine! i'll just finish this up and-"

"i'm not going back to bed without you," kunikuzushi says flatly, attempting to saunter smoothly to your side (which to you looked like he was waddling due to the blanket that almost swallowed his form) as he gives you a pointed look. "its cold."

despite his sharp tone, his gaze softens as he peers over your shoulder to take a glimpse of what you had been working on the whole morning: tandori chicken, fish with cream sauce and two bowls of steaming rice. he also notices the small pot of tea on the side, the scent of green tea providing a sense of comfort to his senses.

"like what you see?" you tease, setting the plates of food on the table as you gesture for him to have a seat, turning to fetch the two bowls of rice and the pot of tea.

kunikuzushi huffs at that, sitting down as he waits for you to sit down, courteously thanking you for the food as he takes a bit of everything, placing it on your bowl before doing the same for his.

brunch passes by comfortably, filled with lighthearted teasing and occasional snarky comments thrown about—despite such atmosphere, kunikuzushi couldn't help but notice your antsy stance as you both head over to your shared bedroom.

"go on. spit it out. you know nothing good happens when you choose to stay hesitant about something." he states, as he fluffs out your pillows. he hears some shuffling as he chuckles teasingly, "you know, if you wanted to kiss me so bad then-"

his eyes meet your form, so meek and shy as your hands stretch out to hand him a notebook. you look absolutely adorable, and he couldn't help but gaze at you adoringly. snapping out of his trance, he stutters, unsure of what to do with it, hoping for an explanation as he tries to articulate and recompose himself.

"ah- this...i...i just think it's best if you open it yourself, dear." you mumble shyly, handing over your present as you fidget about. kunikuzushi opens it and much to his surprise, every page he flips through are filled with letters addressed to him. some date back to when you first discovered your not-so-secret crush on him, your first kiss and even your first anniversary together as a married couple.

his heart softens at this and without a thought, he captures your lips with his, intertwining your fingers with his as he parts away, placing a small peck on your ring finger.

"thank you, really."

honestly, the years with the lack of companionship left kunikuzushi completely desolate about his birthday, seeing it as a cruel reminder of yet another year of loneliness and anguish—yet he allows himself to become greedy with you.

so kunikuzushi allows himself to chase you lips once more, the sweetness of your lips replacing the bitter feeling he's forced himself to be accustomed to.

birthdays are no longer a painful reminder—rather, they are celebrations of yet another year with his beloved; with you.

#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #wanderer fluff #wanderer #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #goodies୨🍰ɞ﹒₊˚

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sleepingbeautyaurora · 7 months

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Guys, I'm going crazy

My life is a mess, I have to study and I just CAN'T . I feel like i would die if I open that book. AAAAAAAAHHH

I was supposed to be eating health and being a wellness cute girl.

Like.... I been eating sugar 24/7

Omg I wanted to be a cute little health girl.

Ok, Im gona do some rules for my life and a little routine . (yes, it will be a lot all at once and maybe I won't do it, but it's cute and you never know):

Health lifestyle

Sleep

8hours of sleep

Sleep-9pm

Wake up-5 or 5:30am

No cellphone 1hour before sleep (8pm) (read a book, listen to music, meditate, write etc)

Hygiene

Shower everyday (also Moisturaze)

Always with a Toiletry bag (toothbrush and toothpaste, dental floss, mouthwash, sanitary pads and I recommend and extra pair of underwear)

Make your bad every day(in the morning)

Clean day (at least) once a week (Sunday)

2spa days a week (wash hair, esfoliant, shave, paint nails etc)

(those I already do🤍)

Food

Eat real foods

500ml of water before meals

3fruits a day

No sugar

6am breakfast with protein carbs fat (2egg toasts and avocado)

1pm Lunch (protein with rice and salad)

4pm Snack (fruits and oats)

6pm dinner (fish and pasta)

I like that Mediterranean diet, it seens like a very health thing and a lifestyle. You eat a lot fruits, cereals ( and complex carbs), fat (Olive oil and oilseeds), milk and yogurt and lean protein (fish) - I'll do a post only about it🤍

Exercise

You should do 30min of exercise on 4/5 days of the week (yes, that's a lot, but I think if we find the right kind of exercise we could do it - dancing, walking, a sport (like volleyball), pilates etc)

Having a time in day day where you always do it should also help (morning/afternoon/night)

I, personally, like dancing, like, I'll put a music and be an idiot dancing(there're also dance videos on YouTube). Lets put this activity at 5pm?ok

There a lot of other things, like style, hair, relationships, manifestation and energy, hobbies, mental health, study etc . I can do about this too. But I'll try to focus on those habits for now.

Byee🤍🤍🤍

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gnfkitten · 1 year

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GNFKITTENS TIPS TO SURVIVE ILLNESS

1. use saline solution to flush out your sinuses. NEVER just use tap water you will get bacteria all up in there. people have gotten their brains eaten by viruses that way. use sterile saline and itll prevent sinus infections

2. mix up salt and water until its Almost too salty to bear then gargle as long as you can. loosens up chest phlegm and prevents throat infection

3. when you take showers put your head under the water and alternate between as hot as you can stand and as cold as you can stand. loosens up congestion

4. every morning, use cupped palms or closed fists to GENTLY drum your chest and cough up whatever comes loose. this used to be used as physical therapy for people with cystic fibrosis, and now it is used for You to keep from getting pneumonia.

5. drink more. drink more than that. you should be a Little worried about getting water poisoning. drink that much.

6. eat garlic, tumeric, honey, ginger, avocados, fish, etc. DO NOT eat the bread and candy you want to. your body is LYING to you viruses depend on making you crave things you DO NOT need. drink broth with garlic/ginger and tea with honey and youll be fine

7. stretch. your body feels like shit your head is gonna explode idc. you have to stretch. get up and walk every now and then. not stretching makes congestion and phlegm settle in your body. stretch.

8. find a clean sock. put dried beans or rice in it. microwave it. BOOM heating pad youre welcome. if its too hot: wrap a washcloth around it. use this to treat clogged/painful ears.

9. TAKE YOUR DECONGESTANTS this is not a drill. also if youre a girl or a trans guy youre not crazy: decongestants make your mucous membranes work overtime and that INCLUDES the ones that make vaginal discharge thats why it smells like mucinex. not tmi just factual

10. if youre not a crazy rich motherfucker who can afford hot water showers always, boil a big pot of water on the stove. put a towel over it and put your head under the towel like a cave. helps with sinuses.

11. you can use a vibrator on your face to fix your sinuses. if you dont have one: turn the washing machine on spin and faceplant ig??

#life tips with the gnf kittens #save #mod radio (that is my name now ^-^)

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baby--charchar · 1 month

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"Oh you're autistic and food restrictive? Alright, I guess you can't have literally ANYTHING yummy, and are only gonna eat cheap processed American food for the rest of your life."

Bruh that's such...a regressive take. There's so much that goes into food that can make it either sensory heaven or sensory hell. Everyone is different, and while there's nothing wrong with "typical" safe foods like Mac n cheese or chicken nuggets, that's by NO means a "default" for autistic people.

I'm strongly averse to certain textures. Sticky things like jam and honey make my mouth feel awful. I can't stand a lot of sandwich breads, it's like eating a couch. And yogurt is the absolute worst. There's no way I can dress up yogurt to make it tolerable.

But flavor? I absolutely love flavor. I'm super sensory seeking with different flavors. I love a lot of Thai, Myanma, and Lao foods because I was introduced to them from a very young age. I love laab moo, with lots of spice, cilantro, mint, red onion, burnt rice powder, all mixed into ground pork. It's a lot going on but that's exactly what I'm looking for. I also make really good pad kaprao, which is chili, fish sauce, shallots, a little sugar, and a TON of basil. I also love jeow seom, which uses fish sauce, sugar, chilis, lime, and raw MSG. Dip some beef and that and it's soooo good.

I know that I'm ranting a bit just on food but like...I just sort of realized how this one aspect of being autistic, being food aversive, is super entrenched in America-centrism and a little bit of stereotyping. So could we as a community just...not? Not make assumptions that one person's safe food is a universal holy grail of safe foods?

#autism #food aversion #sensory issues #sensory processing #autism community

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7-pines · 1 month

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artisan item checklist

The amount of each artisan item you need to make. Artisan items are recursive (if you need to make juice and wine, it'll tell you to make 2 juices), but nothing else is (if someone loves a meal that involves an artisan item, it's not keeping track of that.) Loved items are included as "+1" for each person who loves it.

This is also made to be specific so when a recipe/crafting/offering calls for "Any ___" or "A or B", I picked the cheapest version of it to make. How things get replaced is under the Read More at the end.

3x Tulip honey [Bee house]: Apple pie, Assorted grilled platter, Jamu (Cooking)

1x Titan arum black honey [Bee house]: Rare Artisan (Offering)

8x Cheese [Cheese press]: Burrito, Eggplant lasagna, Gnocchi, Hawaiian pizza, Oven-baked risotto, Pizza, Summer burger, Sweet potato poutine (Cooking)

2x Syrup [Cheese press]: Es cendol, Es doger (Cooking)

1x Seaweed chips [Dehydrator]: Basic Artisan (Offering)

1x Large gesha coffee [Keg]: Loved by Aaliyah

2x Gesha coffee [Keg]: Loved by Aaliyah, Raj

3x Sake [Keg]: Fish soup (Cooking) Loved by Connor, Walter

7x Coffee [Keg]: Loved by Antonio, Emma, Giu, Groo, Joko, Raj, Randy

9x Green tea [Keg]: Kombucha (Artisan) Help Paul (Quest) Loved by Anne, Ben, Betty, Eleanor, Emma, Kenny, Raj

1x Cane nectar [Keg]: Loved by Erika

2x Cranberry juice [Keg]: Basic Artisan (Offering) Cranberry wine (Artisan)

1x Wool cloth [Loom]: Monster scarecrow (Crafting)

5x Cotton cloth [Loom]: Poci ghost scarecrow (Crafting) Kunti ghost scarecrow (Crafting) Ondel-ondel handsome scarecrow (Crafting) Ondel-ondel pretty scarecrow (Crafting) Loved by Emma

9x Butter [Mason jar]: Basic Artisan (Offering) Apple pie, Butter croissant, Cookies, Corn on the cob, Gnocchi, Minced jackfruit pie, Oven-baked risotto, Peanut butter (Cooking)

1x Kiracha sauce [Mason jar]: Vegan taco (Cooking)

2x Pickled corn [Mason jar]: Basic Artisan (Offering) Corn kimchi (Artisan)

3x Tempeh [Mason jar]: Fried tempeh, Herbed tempeh, Lodeh (Cooking)

4x Mayonnaise [Mayonnaise machine]: Basic Artisan (Offering) Fish taco, Rainbow sandwich (Cooking) Loved by Scott

4x Rice flour [Mill]: Es cendol, Klepon, Popiah, Serabi (Cooking)

10x Wheat flour [Mill]: Apple pie, Basil pesto pasta, Fruit tart, Pad thai, Peyek, Seafood ramen, Veggie ramen (Cooking) Gingerbread scarecrow (Crafting)

20x Amaranth flour [Mill]: Banana fritter, Bread, Butter croissant, Cauliflower casserole, Chocolate chip muffins, Cookies, Gnocchi, Hash browns, Hawaiian pizza, Kue kancing, Minced jackfruit pie, Mooncake, Pancakes, Pepper and mushroom flatbread, Pineapple upside-down cake, Pizza, Pumpkin pie, Red velvet cake, Spider tempura, Tortilla (Cooking)

11x Sugar [Mill]: Cenil, Donut, Egg custard, Fruit tart, Klepon, Kue kancing, Kue lapis, Pineapple upside-down cake, Pumpkin pie, Serabi (Cooking) Gingerbread scarecrow (Crafting)

4x Gourmet salt [Mill]: Herbed tempeh, Ketchup, Serabi, Spider tempura (Cooking)

3x White truffle oil [Oil press]: Rare Artisan (Offering) Loved by Alice, Connor

1x Black truffle oil [Oil press]: Loved by Alice

2x Almond oil [Oil press]: Loved by Alice, Emily

4x Olive oil [Oil press]: Hummus, Roasted mushroom (Cooking) Loved by Alice, Emily

11x Canola oil [Oil press]: Banana fritter, Beet chips, Donut, Falafel, Fried tempeh, Kale chips, Potato chips, Sauteed chard, Spider tempura, Sweet potato chips, Sweet potato poutine (Cooking)

1x Fermented goat cheese wheel [Aging barrel]: Rare Artisan (Offering)

1x Kombucha [Aging barrel]: Loved by Kenny

1x Artichoke kimchi [Aging barrel]: Loved by Anne

1x Corn kimchi [Aging barrel]: Rare Artisan (Offering)

1x Cranberry wine [Aging barrel]: Rare Artisan (Offering)

Replacements

These replacements only involve Cooking & Crafting, not Loved Items. So if someone loves Fruit Juice, that's not kept track of here.

Any flour -> Amaranth flour

Any oil -> Canola oil

Any cheese -> Cheese

Any butter -> Butter

Butter or Large butter -> Butter

Any honey -> Tulip honey

Any mayonnaise -> Mayonnaise

Any fruit juice -> Cranberry juice

Any wine -> Cranberry wine

Any pickle -> Pickled corn

Any kimchi -> Corn kimchi

Any dried scavengeables -> Seaweed chips

#coral island #coral island numbers #coral island spoilers

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Decoherence, Ch. 12: A Place Not So Foreign

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“Pa took a key ring out of his vest pocket and unlocked the door, then swung it open. Each of us shouldered our bags and walked through, in eerie silence, into a pitch black room. Pa reached out and pulled the door shut, then there was a sharp click and we were in 1975.” - A Place So Foreign by Cory Doctorow

WC: 1727 - Rated: T - CW: swearing, alcohol -

2027, April 29 - London, England

Lo had a key to the building and Remus watched, mouth agape, as he smoothly unlocked the lobby door and held it open for him. “I’ll explain everything, Meus,” he murmured, pocketing the key and lifting Remus’ free hand to his lips. Remus didn’t realize he was crying until Lo reached up to dry his cheek. “I promise.”

Swallowing back a sob, he turned his head and nuzzled his cheek against Lo's palm. His hand was warm and smelled like antiseptic soap and vinyl gloves. And whiteboard marker ink. He smelled real. Lo lowered his hand and hooked it through Remus’ arm and walked with him upstairs.

He walked right to their door and wiped his feet on the mat before he unlocked it. Again, he held the door for Remus, turning and locking it behind them as he toed off his shoes and set them on the empty spot on the rack.

Shaking his head, Remus leaned back against the door but his knees shook too much to stand and he slid down to the floor.

“Meus!” Lo dropped to the floor in front of him and took both of his hands. “Meus, it’s going to be alright. Here,” he muttered, fishing through his bag for a moment and pulling out a bottle of Vimto. “Drink something,” he smiled, worry pinching his face and exaggerating the little dip in his cupid’s bow. “You skipped lunch today, didn’t you?”

Remus accepted the bottle but wouldn’t let go of Lo’s hand. Instead, he pulled him closer until they sat together on the floor, Lo curled sideways against his chest, Remus’ knees bent with one leg on either side of him. Curled around Lo, he finally took a long drink of the Vimto, then fished in his bag for a different one.

Finally, he found the burgundy-colored can and offered it to him. “This one’s yours, right?” he murmured, prickly barbs in his chest loosening at the softness in Lo’s eyes.

“That’s my favorite,” he nodded, accepting the can and taking a sip. “Here, at least. I’m partial to other drinks when this isn’t available.”

“Rose water tonic,” Remus murmured, rubbing his cheek against the top of Lo’s head. He nodded and settled closer to Remus, head resting on his shoulder. Remus set down his drink and wrapped both arms around him, fingers closing and opening on his sleeves. “This is real, isn’t it?”

Lo nodded again, reaching up to cradle his jaw. “It is. I… I wasn’t completely certain you experienced it, too.”

Remus was quiet for a long time, until the sunlight spilling past the kitchen windowsill finally dipped behind the building next to theirs. Lo was still in his arms, warm and heavy and real. “Are you hungry?” He asked, chuckling at his stupidly simple question.

Smiling, Lo nodded. “Let’s make dinner.”

Cooking with Lo, it was easy to forget anything was wrong. Lo knew where everything was, reaching without looking for pot lids or aluminum foil, opening his mouth for a taste as soon as Remus filled a spoon and blew on it. They worked together without words, the small touches shared between them serving as both communication and comfort.

Remus plated the rice and curry, and Lo poured them each a glass of water and pineapple juice. He frowned when he shook the bottle before returning it to the fridge and made a note on the little pad stuck to the front. A plate in each hand, Remus stared at the kitchen table, the chairs nestled around it miles apart from each other.

He set one plate down and grabbed an extra stack of napkins from a drawer and tilted his head toward the hall. Lo smiled and followed him to the living room.

The coffee table was low to the ground, smooth and waxed, Remus wiggled his arm and set down a napkin for Lo’s plate, then his own. Once he’d settled in front of the table, legs criss-crossed in front of him, Lo moved closer. He reached for his hand, nodding, and pulled Lo onto his lap. Hands now free, he laced them together, holding him close. “Is this okay?” Remus asked, voice cracking, but, fuck if he could help it, he needed him nearer.

“More than okay, Meus,” Lo murmured. He laid another napkin over his lap and picked up one of the plates. Wordlessly, he scooped up a bit of tofu and rice and held it out for Remus, waiting until he’d had some before taking a bite for himself.

They ate in silence, taking turns with Lo curled against Remus’ chest feeding him, then himself. They shared a few bites of the second plate before Remus shook his head with a little smile at Lo's next offering. Nodding, Lo set the plate back on the table and drew closer, arms looped behind Remus’ back.

“Everett and DeWitt were right,” he finally said. “All of this really is just one world of many.” He chuckled and smiled up at Remus. “You were right, too, Meus.”

“But that’s… none of it’s not meant to be real. It’s… it’s just a way to explain the math, explain the weirdness. No,” Remus shook away the doubt creeping into his own voice. The sun had set but they’d turned on the little lamps near the couch and the warm light diffusing through the space banished the cold creeping over him. He looked around the room, memories layering one on top of the other.

Lo laid his own hand in Remus’. The gold band on his ring finger glowed. “This is real. And the ranch, with your brother and his family… that’s real, too.”

“Ro thought I was having delusions.” He hid his face in Lo's hair. “Again,” he whispered.

“This is not a delusion,” he whispered back. “Come with me, Meus.” Keeping one hand cradling the side of Remus’ face, Lo moved carefully off his lap, then took his hand and stood, tugging him gently up with him. “Let me show you something.”

Lo led them to the bedroom. Their bedroom. He stood with Remus in front of the big mirrored door of the wardrobe. Patting his pockets, he found a whiteboard marker and, reaching way over his head, sketched out a series of equations in his careful, neat print. Remus followed the familiar expressions, nodding. He froze when Lo lingered over the wave field formula. “You’re not saying…”

“I am. We never postulated that the wave fields might remain distinct on either side of the points of collapse.” He was quiet while Remus scanned the equations.

“Because it didn’t make any sense,” Remus shook his head. “It’s some sci fi bullshit, time travel and ‘spooky action from a distance’ and all that.”

“How many sheep did Virgil take out to the pasture last week?”

Remus answered automatically. “Twenty-eight.”

“One of them didn’t make it,” they said together. Remus’ jaw fell open and he nodded slowly.

“He cried all night,” he whispered.

Lo capped the marker and stuck it back in his pocket before pulling Remus close. “We all took turns sitting with him.”

“‘Uncka Woe.’” Remus wanted to seal Lo's smile in a bottle and keep it forever. “Okay.” He swallowed hard, nodding. “Okay so this is real.” He turned back to the mirror-turned whiteboard. “Okay,” he said again, blowing out a slow breath and standing up a little straighter. “So the theory says there would be countless points of coherence… Infinite universes. I don’t remember infinite.”

“That would be logical. Each of us, really everyone, is a combination of countless choices branching off to create, well, us.”

“Remember the old train car time theory?”

Remus frowned, but nodded. “That Twilight Zone shit?”

It was one of the things they’d laughed about the day they’d met. Huddled together in a dusty old café, sharing a cheap pot of tea, they’d poked fun at the cheesy sci-fi story line where a couple got trapped out of time because they got out of sync when the world around them changed to the next time frame. Like video frames.

“It turns out… that seems to be a rather apt metaphor. However some, instead of merely moving to the next car in the ‘train’ of time…” He sketched another train intersecting the first. “At each point that the wave field collapses into coherence, we hop trains.”

He drew the two points in the next car, one train over. “Anecdotally, of course, we only have a control group of one in this instance, however it appears that those who are prevented from hopping to the next car when the pilot wave collapses…”

“They stay in a universe where they don’t belong,” Remus whispered.

I’m standing in my shorts in the bathroom, staring at the tattoo of a snake coiled around my left arm. My fucking left arm. Not my right. “That’s not where it was last night, Ro, I swear to god, you gotta believe me!”

“Shh, relax Re, relax… Look—” He backs away from me, nose scrunched. “Shit, Re, how much did you drink last night, man? You reek!”

“I—I’m not drunk, that’s not what this is.” I open the medicine cabinet and pull out the toothpaste. “This isn’t mine!” There’s a tub of pomade, too, the real waxy kind I hate. I yank it out, too, along with a spool of spearmint floss and drop it all in the sink. “None of this is mine, Ro… this arm, it’s not right…” I catch my fingers in the door as I slam it shut again. “Fuck!”

“Re…” Ro grips my arms. “Re, you gotta come down from whatever this is. C’mon, let’s get you in the shower, one thing at a time.” He meets my eyes. He’s scared. And so am I. “Please? For me, I’m still me, right?”

I stare back at him. There’s a little scar over his eyebrow that I’d never seen before and his teeth are perfectly straight, like fucking braces straight. A plastic retainer case sat on his side of the sink.

My brother never wore braces.

“Yeah,” I nod anyway. “Yeah, of course you’re my brother.” The lie catches in my throat.

“Okay, good,” he nods and lets out a slow, shaky breath. “Alright, let’s get you in the shower, then. We’ll get you feeling back to yourself in no time.”

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