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Cooking Headcanons: Haley
Single: Haley prefers baking to cooking. The aesthetic of a warm kitchen and lofty smells of sweets always remind her of her childhood. The artistry of decorating cakes appeals to her love of design, and her baking blog gets a fair share of views. Her favorite sweets involve fruits and usually pair well with a hot cup of coffee, especially during cold and rainy days. She often shares her creations with Judy and Caroline; though she loves designing and decorating, she often makes far more than she can stand to eat. 
After marriage: Her baking skills have to take a more practical approach, and most mornings the farmhouse is filled with a comforting smell of flour and baking bread. In addition to perfecting more savory baked goods, she expands her recipes and enjoys creating soups and casseroles equally as much. When you’re too busy to come in for lunch, she’ll bring you a packed meal with fresh bread, jams and cheeses. She still shares her creations with the town, though it becomes more limited to special occasions, as she enjoys baking for you most of all. 
Breakfast: Oatmeal with many different fruits, and a fresh cup of coffee (more for the aesthetic).
Lunch: Homemade fresh bread, paired with either meats or cheeses.
Snacks: Candied fruits, or a cold smoothie on a hot day.
Dinner: Hot soup that’s been simmering all day, paired with her fresh bread. Sometimes she makes vegetable casseroles, or when she’s feeling more laid back, just noodles with a light pesto. 
Desert: Her desserts are flavorful, intricate and change with her mood, but they’re always delicious. 
Specialty: When one of her favorite people is celebrating a birthday, Haley will make a large cupcake tower, with several different flavors of cakes and intense decorations, all suited to the special person’s taste and personality.
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earththings · 3 months
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esli-art · 1 year
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Happy International Asexuality Day!! 🖤♠️🩶💜
April 6th, 2023
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honeys-marmalade · 6 days
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lioneliness-etc · 1 year
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Jason: I was just sparring with Tim. Is it just me or is he actually starting to bulk up finally?
Dick: awww baby bird is getting all grown up!
Jason: huh now that I think about it… its been since he started dating Bernard.
Dick: awwwww he’s taking such good care of our Tim!
Tim meanwhile: please help me. Bernard is a chef. He cooks so much food. He’s such a nerd about cooking and I have to eat it all because I love him. He packed me an entire cooler for lunch. What am I supposed to do with all of this??
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royalpumpkinplanet · 2 months
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alphacrone · 1 year
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meals that are just a bunch of small plates of different foods are the most correct. dim sum. tapas. a buffet if you're smart about it. dinner when all you have in the house is chips ahoy, a jar of olives, and half a block of cheese. hors d'oeuvres.
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Thinking about Astarion having to deal with his reclaimed mortality once the initial euphoria of it is wearing off: 
When he’s startled from sleep, woken by his own racing heartbeat. 
Him jumping at the movement in the corner of his eye, only to find it’s just his own reflection staring right back at him, puzzled, before he watches his cheeks redden with embarrassment. 
The sun slowly losing its appeal as time goes on because Astarion keeps getting nasty sunburns after days spent outside, trying to make up for centuries confined to darkness. Whenever he comes home with itching skin and drenched in sweat, he finds himself almost missing hiding in the shadows. 
The odd sensation of feeling more and less at the same time: while some of his senses are now dulled to better suit mortality, others feel heightened to the point of sensory overload—a gust of wind feels like fire licking at his skin and he gets so very anxious whenever he loses Tav in the crowd, unable to distinguish them by the once divine scent of their blood any longer. 
Since he has a reliant supply of his own blood pumping through his veins now, he’s feeling aroused so much easier and more often than not at quite inconvenient times. He enjoyed having sex with Tav before, but now that he’s mortal again, he finds that he’s having to overthink intimacy once again—where his desires used to be driven by burning hunger, lust now feels like a pleasant, more natural bodily reaction. Having to seriously consider contraceptive measures, should his partner be able to get pregnant, is also a rather novel experience for him.  
Bathing still feels as good as before, at least. But where he spent hours in the bathroom out of pointless vanity then, Astarion now has to wash himself because his body would stink of sweat and, well, life otherwise. It will be years before he openly excuses himself for having to use the bathroom whenever nature calls.
And food—food would be the hardest to adjust to. It takes a lot of trial and error to find something that pleases his virgin taste buds (although he swears there’re some odd pieces of memories flashing in front of his eyes whenever he's snacking on wild strawberries or awfully sweet citron tarts). He ends up acquiring a taste for raw cookie dough, shredded cheese and sardines, eating little else for the next two years or so. To everyone's astonishment, he's gotten food poisoning only once or twice.
Astarion is no stranger to pain or injury, but he’s appalled by how long it takes to recover from the most minor cuts and bruises. It’s a well-kept secret between him and Tav that his first common cold had him convinced he was dying for a fortnight straight. 
Crying is much easier now, too.
Ironically, it’s mortality that forces Astarion to strive for more permanent, detail-oriented plans for the future. Now that life is finite, he wants to use the time he has wisely. He might keep travelling the realms until he breathes his last, or settle down, eventually. He might learn a new profession or accumulate some wealth in less honest ways. Maybe, one day, he wants to have a family, heirs to whatever he decides to make his own. 
Once Astarion has come to terms with being a mortal elf again, he realises living is not just about a beating heart. Living is about having endless possibilities but limited time. Choices and decisions that lead to only one thing: death. 
Now that Astarion is living again, he finally understands that death is just another part of the journey.
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allelitewrestlings · 4 months
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🎂🥜 happy birthday, eddie kingston! 🥜🎂
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todayontumblr · 5 months
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Thursday, November 23.
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.
Oh, what might have been. It would have been full of pictures and gifs of Hank Schrader doing miscellaneous Hanktivities: looking very smiley, looking very fierce, laughing, wearing shades, pointing guns, wearing DEA jackets and badges and lanyards, and, of course, perching on the toilet. We would have called it Happy Hanksgiving. It would have been great. 
Sadly a decision was made. So, for those who would have enjoyed Hanksgiving, here's a Snoopy gif to make amends. For those who wouldn't, well, looks like it all worked out just fine. And there's more than enough Snoopy to go around. 
Enjoy the popcorn. And however you mark today, we can only wish peace, love, and lots of good folk and lots of good food for all y'all. Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate. 
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userjoel · 1 year
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- You sound like my brother. - ...Your brother who you hate?
BEEF | 1.01 x 1.04 x 1.07
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jung-koook · 1 year
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jungkook's hyungs reaction to his ice cream lmao 🤣
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earththings · 8 months
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multi-kpop-fanfics · 1 year
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ok but like wonwoo eating you out on the kitchen tho 😳
tw: dom!wonwoo, sub fem!reader, established relationship!AU, oral sex (fem receiving), manhandling, praise, use of petnames, pussydrunk!wonwoo, mentions of big dick!wonwoo
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"Baby, slow down, I'm not going anywhere"
Your pleas seem to fall on deaf ears, because your husband doesn't slow down at all. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, keeping them open just enough to push his head even closer to your pussy.
It's been five years since you got married to Wonwoo, but every time his head is between your legs, he eats you out like it's the first time - except he's much more skilled now and there's a very prominent golden band on his ring finger.
"God, how are you always so fucking tasty and tight, it's illegal" he groans, the tip of his tongue prodding against your entrance, carefully picking up your slick.
"H-How are you so fucking good with your mouth, it's illegal" you retort, your hand making its way on his short black strands, your nails grazing his scalp, eliciting a moan from his lips.
"Loads of practice" he smacks your clit with his lips, "With the right partner, of course"
"Fucker" you moan, pulling his head closer to your pussy, your thighs starting to burn, body shivering from the cool surface of the marble counter.
"This fucker is your husband, sweetheart" Wonwoo grins through his round rimmed glasses, dragging his flattened tongue over your slit with an excruciatingly slow pace.
"Shit!" your buck your hips, your orgasm approaching fast, "Wonwoo, I'm close, I need to cum, please!" you beg him and you mentally thank any existing higher being because your pleas are actually heard this time, Wonwoo's tongue sliding in your pussy, the bridge of his nose sliding over your swollen clit.
"Cum, wifey, you deserve it" he purrs against your lips, finally giving you the sweet, sweet release you were oh so eagerly chasing.
You perch both of your hands in his soft hair, pulling it tight enough to keep Wonwoo's head locked on your clit, trying your best to ride out your high.
"B-Babe, I need to breathe" your husband taps your thigh with a strained chuckle and you tiredly detangle your thighs from behind his head, actually letting him breathe.
"I don't mean to ruin you, love, but... we have a little problem" Wonwoo hovers over you, his torso covering your field of you, his unbuttoned shirt barely hanging on his shoulders, your still hazy mind reeling with the fact that your husband is very much turned on and will most likely rail the shit out of you on the counter top.
"I don't think little is an accurate description about your problem, Woo."
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honeys-marmalade · 1 month
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guardian-angle22 · 5 months
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Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 16] -> the journey/evolution of tarlos -> a failed dinner to dinners as fiancés
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