#they're soft and yummy and i'm so fucking hungry

[jtownraindancer]

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#so after a trip to the dentist to pull out two sutures on thursday #then a trip to urgent care because i got sick and fainted TWICE on friday #and being put on a special mouthwash antibiotics and round the clock painkillers #i can sort of move my jaw again #i haven't properly eaten in 7 days; all i can think about are wendy's chicken nuggets ;_; #they're soft and yummy and i'm so fucking hungry #but alas it is another 4 hours till my shift ends #i lost 15 pounds in the past couple of days and while yay (been trying to get a lower weight) this is NOT how i wanted to DO SO #shut up ace #vent post #i just want chicken nuggets ;_;

[reallyromealone]

I'm so burnt out bc of school that it isn't even funny anymore:( could I pls request a comfort fic with (character of ur choice) where their lover is having a crisis? like they're too tired and don't want to study but also doesn't want to fail.

also pls take care and take ur time!

Of course dude I got you

I think we know who I'm picking lmao

(Name) sat crouched in his room not moving as their school work sat on his desk, a shaky breath left his lips.

It was fucking bullshit.

Nothing made sense! He tried everything but he couldn't figure it out and he was exhausted and hungry and angry!

Nahoya grinned as he held two containers of ramen, knowing his boyfriend was working hard with university stuff and wanted to make it a little better with yummy food.

He was such a good boyfriend.

"Babe! I have food!" Nahoya yelled out as he slipped on the cute pinkish slippers with little ramen bowls embroidered on top, when he got no response he walked down to (name)s room and saw the man in the crouched fetal position, getting a glance and seeing his lovers exhausted face with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Fuck baby, what happened?" Nahoya said, smile wiped off his face as he set the food down and crouched beside his man, pulling him close as (name) mumbled nonsense and sounds but nahoya seemed to understand every word as he pulled him into his lap and kissed his head.

Nahoya wasn't a soft man, very crass and rough but he tried to be sweet for his boyfriend and brother when they needed it, comforting them and making sure they were good.

Kissing (name)s head he lifted (name) up and set him on the bed, grabbing the unmade blanket and wrapped (name) in it and grabbed his laptop and opened up YouTube "I gotta study 'hoya..." (Name) mumbled but nahoya paid no mind as he set the laptop on (name)s chair and brought it by the bed and grabbed the ramen.

"Let me take care of you" he said simply and opened a container and began feeding (name) as (favorite YouTuber) played and after a while Nahoya began noticing (name) relaxing before eventually passing out in the elder Kawatas arms.

"I'm gonna beat your professor's ass if he does this to you again, I promise you that"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #smiley x male reader #smiley x reader #nahoya x male reader #nahoya x reader #nahoya fluff

[thephiasco]

1. Allow us to introduce ourselves...

Onto some essential facts, wifey (Sophia) is vegan and I (Tia) am not. We're both rarely impressed and pretty picky, although I would say that I'm the kind of picky person who'd refuse to eat at all if they disliked or were not feeling a particular kind of food or dish. Only under the influence of starving so badly that my stomach sounds like an alien species ripping its own body apart do I consume something I'm not fond of.

Wifey, on the other hand, is the kind of picky who has well-established tastes and firm opinions on those tastes, but still tolerates a dish enough to eat it if they're hungry. I may be biased, but she's a phenomenal cook and oftentimes critiques food with the line "Baby, I could've make this better." And she can. Almost every time.

And what makes a dish good to us? Well, here are some pointers:

Good Texture. THIS IS STRICTLY A NON-NEGOTIABLE. If something ain't sitting right in our mouths as we chew, it's an automatic pass. Inedible. There is no point in reviewing such a thing as we immediately, and wholeheartedly, will disqualify it from being considered worthy of a review at all. NO mushiness, sliminess, chewiness (the wrong kind), and sogginess are tolerated on this here blog, thank you!

Sauuuucy. Dryness is a fucking no-no. Every good dish has a strong sauce component, and an adequate amount of it. Don't leave us wanting just a little more, or forcing us into adding any inferior substitutes to escape the Sahara-like, sauceless conditions created.

Flavor. It needs to be powerful, but not over-bearing. Make us look at each other and say "mmm, baby, this is SO good," after every bite, as if we're shocked it's continuously bussin'. Remember, flavor can be overdone too so please, spare our asses from being glued to the toilet (or rather, mine from not meeting it at all... thank you IBS-C).

Palette cleanser. We like some sort of refreshing component to a dish, something to either add to the bite or revisit as a side quest. Usually this takes the form of something cold, like a salad of some variety. When this component is missing from a dish, wifey and I are often left wishing there had been one there. Not always a dealbreaker, but certainly room for missing crucial, crucial points.

I think that's all when it comes to our criteria for what makes a dish yummy, but we'll revisit this list if we have anything else to add.

What makes a restaurant good, though? That's a whole different story...

Good service. Wifey and I are not fucking robots. Therefore, we remember genuine interactions with other human beings. Someone who doesn't owe us shit, but can still extend us the courtesy of simply being kind in a very, at times, bleak world. That doesn't have to look like much and it all varies on the individual, but we cling onto those who care. Enough to give real suggestions or take wifey's order seriously when she veganizes it. And we get it, working in service is absolutely horrific. Especially on the days you'd rather be anywhere else. But like everyone else in the world, we've both done some shit we didn't want to do, and we still care enough about people to at least get their fucking order correct. I don't need you to kiss my ass, but at least respect me enough to not look at my plate and immediately sigh.

Somethin' complimentary. Hear us out here. When going out to eat, you're most likely doing so as a means of enjoyment. An hour-and-a-half vacation from whatever responsibilities you got going on. It isn't at all necessary, and for most people, sometimes you can't even really afford it, but still carve out the time and money to do. With that in mind, it's always nice for a meal you're paying for to include some kind of freebie. Some soft, buttery bread or crisp, refreshing refills of your choice of soda (Diet Coke or Sprite for us). Make the expensive excursion worthwhile with a lil treat! It doesn't hurt, I promise.

Pacing. Don't make us wait too long that we start crumpling the wrappers from our straws in agony from hunger, wondering if we'll ever eat again. But don't also come back too fast that we question whether you just popped our plates in the microwave for a minute-thirty. There's a beautiful balance between the two.

Ambiance/Decor. This one doesn't matter too much to us, honestly. I debated even including it because we've eaten at some spots I'm surprised have an 'A,' grade for their health inspection code, but were bussin' nonetheless. However it is nice to eat somewhere that has put noticeable effort into decor. It influences the way eating or simply being there feels, and that's just an added bonus to the experience of good grub.

Last lil tidbit is quite a necessary inclusion. The boys' criteria. After a sniff test, what makes Nitro practically risk his life for a bite and Davinci claw at our hands for a taste?

For Nitro, anything that his mommies like. Anything that we're generally eating, really. I've noticed his more of a fan of savory dishes. He also appreciates a good flavor profile, like his mommies. Out of the two boys, Nitro has more of a POC palette. I tried making him plain scrambled eggs once thinking his greedy ass would devour them, but he made a fool out of me by dismissing them completely instead.

As for Davinci, he un-ironically prefers vegan dishes. Particularly those of a sweet, pastry-like variety. He likes Trader Joe's vegan banana bread, cinnamon toast crunch, lorna doone cookies, ice cream sandwiches, muffins, anything that goes well with a cup of coffee. He's rarely interested in any actual meals his mommies enjoy and/or are eating, unless it's dessert.

Those were our intros! Stay tuned for our reviews of restaurants, shops, general experiences here in New Haven. Thankfully we didn't start this back in Denver where literally everywhere, restaurant or not, was literal hot ass.

'till the next one,

-So(ph)T(ia)