#What are pickled eggs called?

[needtorefrigerate]

Why are American pickled eggs red?

Why are American pickled eggs red?

Why do people eat pickled eggs when drinking?

What are Buffalo eggs?

How long do pickled eggs last?

Why are pickled eggs red?

Why do alcoholics eat pickled eggs?

Where did red beet eggs originate?

Do Americans have pickled eggs?

Why do people eat eggs at bars?

What are the benefits of pickled eggs?

 Is boiled eggs good for hangover?

What is the point of pickled eggs?

What are pickled eggs called?

Is Buffalo sauce good with eggs?

Why do bars serve hard-boiled eggs?

How long before pickled eggs go bad?

How do you pickle eggs for long term storage?

Can you get botulism from pickled eggs?

How can you tell if a pickled egg is bad?

Are pickled eggs good for your health?

What do red pickled eggs taste like?

How long should you let pickled eggs sit?

Why did they serve boiled eggs in bars?

Can I eat eggs while drinking alcohol?

Where did pickled eggs start?

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[icewindandboringhorror]

#when you actually look at the recipes they're not even that weird or anything I just find the names interesting #there's one just titled ''Rocks'' which I wish would have fit as another option but I used all the spaces lol #Also some of the recpies from the section 'Cookery For The Sick And Convalescent' #are just like 'apple water'' 'beef essence'' #I tried to leave out most of the obvious ''weird'' ones like 'jellied shrimp' or potted pigeon or like beef livers or whatever #except for cold fish pudding which I just like because of the specifics #'fish pudding' ? eh sounds normal. 'COLD fish pudding' ? now it sounds funnier for some reason #like what else is it meant to be.. ?? lukewarm fish pudding #Also considered including 'bread queen' 'cracker queen' and 'egg balls' #the name 'baconized meat balls' is funny but also I felt it would skew the reuslts since everyone likes bacon #and would just choose that lol. I also like 'rummage pickle' and 'Creamy Eggs Basket Style' #Which again are all like. relatively totally normal recipes but the way they choose to phrase the titles can sound silly #Like ''rocks'' just seems like some sort of cookie maybe - with currants and raisins in it (not really an oatmeal cookie #but just .. idk.. ?? maybe little balls with fruit in them) but instead of being like 'Raisin & Currant Treats' or whatever #it's like ''yeah lets just call this ''rocks''. like a rock from the ground? yeah' #ANYWAY #Love old books so much.. I should do another one of these where people choose which product is the best out of #all the various weird things shown in the advertising section of the 1880s magazines I have lol #I dont remember clearly but I swear there was like 'Electric shoe!' or something strange. I dont know if I could find enough #though since most of them are just normal like.. buying furniture or things like that #aNYWAY.. hgh.. again I am not just going to post polls forever I do have other things I'm working on lol #I have low energy right now and polls are a lot easier to make than like editing 30 costume photos lol #I have a physical therapy appointment soon hopefully and maybe I can sort out some of the Constant Pains and such

[lighthouse-system]

Funniest thing about doing all these pizza joints' menus is they're like "We are an AUTHENTIC Italian restaurant SPECIFICALLY for pizza and pasta, moving here from Italy just 5 years ago. Our tomato sauce is Mama Rossi's, passed down for generations *offers scrambled egg pizza & requests to add an entire Pancakes/Waffles section*"

#''the american diner effect'' is what I call it #Where a place keeps expanding their selection until they're just the same thing as that 24 hour diner down the street #therefore no longer standing out in the market and losing customers and then yanno. Closing down. #Scrambled egg pizza is a true story btw that has lived rent free in my head for months now #Like fine. FINE. Come at me for putting pickles on my pizza. But I think the real enemy is whoever's pairing a pizza and an omelette

[luveline]

What would happen if Roan went through a phase of calling Eddie by his name instead of dad because she hears reader and Wayne calling him it?

(This was loosely inspired by this TikTok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJqukwNU/)

thank you for your request! eddie and roan —roan starts calling eddie by his first name and he doesn't know how to feel. fem!reader, 1.5k

"Eddie? You want horseradish?" Wayne asks, wiping his hands in a rag. 

Your eyes widen as Roan leaps up into your lap. You wrap your arms around her and almost get your teeth knocked out as she makes herself comfortable, one of her high ponytails tickling your cheek. Your laughter shakes you both. 

"Yeah, please. Ro, horseradish?" Eddie asks, standing behind the chair next to yours, hand out to receive the jar of horseradish. 

He takes the spoon. Roan settles at a sideways angle, giving you an ample view of her wrinkled nose. "No thanks, that stuff is stinky." 

"You can't have tenderloin without horseradish, sweetheart," Wayne says, putting your plate in front of you. Fragrant steam wafts your way. "Now come on, sit in your own seat." 

Roan sighs and turns to you morosely. "They always do this." 

"They're tearing us apart," you say agreeably, fondly, rubbing her arm before lifting her from your lap and into the seat right beside you. 

"They don't do anything. Horseradish smells a little strong, but that doesn't mean it isn't really, really yummy," Eddie says, sitting in the seat to your left. 

It's dark outside, later than you intended to eat. Wayne and Eddie went out looking for ground beef to make meatballs and came back with beef tenderloin instead, which takes way longer to cook. It's been a nice evening while you were waiting, filled with VHS kids movies, conversation, and a secret bowl of hard pretzels. 

"You said those pickled onions were yummy, too," Roan says, clearly disbelieving as Wayne puts her plate down in front of her. 

"They're an acquired taste," Eddie says. 

"A what?" Roan asks. 

"They're not for everybody," Wayne explains. "Do you need help cutting your dinner?" 

"It's okay," Roan says, picking up her fork eagerly. The tines look longer, more dangerous in her small hand, but you've learned not to worry. 

"Come on, sweetheart, I'll cut it up for you," Eddie says, rolling up his sleeves. 

You pick up your drink as Wayne offers it with a thank you, eyes closing in momentary bliss. Wayne makes the best sweet tea, and he doesn't skimp on the ice.

"No thank you, Eddie," Roan says, stabbing a piece of tenderloin. The fork scratches across the plate. Unbothered, she brings the beef to her mouth. 

You almost choke on your drink. 

"Excuse me?" Eddie asks. 

You laugh. Wayne sits down for the first time in the last hour and tucks in his chair, shaking his head in defeat as he grabs for the horseradish and begins spooning it onto his plate. 

"I said no thanks," Roan repeats around a nibble of beef. 

"I heard that part. What did you call me?"

"What, Eddie?" Roan asks. A little smile has her lips tilting upward, a fleck of beef on her chin. It's evidence that she knows what she's done. 

You lean over to wipe her chin. "Oh no." 

"No thank you dad," Eddie says emphatically. "Dad, daddy, hell, I'll accept papa." 

"Everybody else calls you Eddie," Roan says, shrugging little shoulders, her hair bouncing either side of her face. 

"I'm not everybody else's dad," Eddie says, slipping between your chair and Roan's. He sounds strange —not upset but shocked, an unusual colour on him. He eases the knife and fork out of her hands and begins slicing up her food into smaller bites. "I'm your dad."

"Okie dokie, Eddie." 

You can see Eddie sticking his tongue in his cheek while he stands there. He isn't mad; he rarely gets angry over things like this, and even less with Roan. Doesn't mean he likes what's happening, though. 

The evening continues like that. Roan can tell Eddie doesn't like being called by his name and it eggs her on. By the end of the night she's smirking every time she speaks to him, Wayne's clearly amused, and you're not sure how to feel. 

You have to use the bathroom, catching Eddie on the way back with a kind hand on his wrist. 

"Hey, handsome," you say, looking over the soft slopes of his cheeks, his puppy dog browns, his brows where they've furrowed. You stroke the pulsing vein bisecting his forehead in concern. "You cool?" 

"Why is she calling me Eddie?" he asks, shaking his head gently.

"'Cos she could tell you didn't like it. Want me to ask her to cut it out?"

Eddie nudges you. He's dressed nice for a day at home, a slightly too tight t-shirt bragging the lines of his chest and stretched at the curves of his biceps. You tug on one mindlessly. 

"No. Maybe I'll start calling her daughter, see if that works. Or tell her she can't call me dad, reverse psychology." 

"Probably shouldn't." 

"No, I shouldn't." He covers your hand at his sleeve. "Thanks for worrying about me, but it's fine." His face inches closer to yours. "It's kind of funny. I guess I just got so used to being called dad I didn't realise I'd miss it this fast." 

"She'll forget it by tomorrow," you assure him, closing your eyes quick as he presses a good kiss to the corner of your mouth. More than a year down the line and still his kisses make your heart skip. 

"She better." 

Eddie steals another kiss before giving your hand a finger-tingling squeeze and ditching you for the bathroom. 

You return to the living room faster than Roan must anticipate, catching her crouched by the doorway, eavesdropping. You raise your eyebrows at her.

"Whatcha looking for, gorgeous?" 

Roan looks as though she might pretend otherwise, but eventually admits, "I heard what dad said." 

"Which part?" 

"That he misses being called dad. Am I in trouble?" 

"Do you feel like you're in trouble?" you ask, bending at the waist to meet her eyes.

"No, but," —she touches her tummy— "I feel bad." 

You hold your arms out for a hug. Roan grabs your waist as much as she can with her shorter arms, head tilted to the side as you murmur in her ear, "It was only a joke, babe. Right? You were just being funny. Daddy doesn't mind." 

"Are you sure?" 

"You're so lovely," you praise, easing her head back, your hand encapsulating her cheek and ear. Her hair and skin are incredibly soft beneath your palm. "You have a super big heart, just like daddy. It's no biggie, okay? Ask him when he comes back if you want to. I know he'll tell you you're not in trouble." 

You rub the apple of her cheek in a tight circle as you stand. Roan nods against your hand, her back straightening as the bathroom door closes and Eddie's footsteps approach. He beams when he discovers you both together.

"Everything okay?" he asks, wiping his hands in his shirt. 

You encourage Roan toward him. "Tell dad." 

"Tell me what?" he asks. 

Roan puts her hand out toward him. You make you way to the kitchen as Eddie takes it. 

Wayne's smoking a cigarette by the open back door, smoke furling lazily from between his fingers and out into the backyard. 

You turn your attention to Eddie pulling Roan up onto his hip, poking at her sweetheart chin. "Babe?" he asks her. 

"You're good with her," Wayne says, flicking Ash haphazard into the breeze. "I don't think I've ever told you that. You can see how much she trusts you." 

Internally, you glow like the heart of star, joy like an intense and sparkling heat. Externally, you stay cool. Wayne is a chill man. You endeavour to be totally chill. 

"Thank you," you say, crossing your arms across your stomach. "I have a really good teacher." 

Wayne brings his cigarette to his lips. "You do," he says, taking a drag through his smile. He looks past you to where Eddie's standing, his arm holding Roan like a seatbelt to his chest. 

"Sorry if I hurt your feelings," Roan says quietly, looking down at his shoulder.

Eddie nudges her face with his, forcing her to look up. Her hesitance melts away at the loving smile on his face, more so when he says, "You didn't hurt my feelings, superstar. Don't get me wrong, I don't want you to call me Eddie 'cos I'm your dad. That's nice for me. It feels kind of like getting a hug. It makes me really proud 'cos it's you, but I was just being dramatic. You'll get it when you're older, all the grown up junk." 

It's charming to hear his attempt at explaining sentimentality. 

"Plus," Eddie whispers, nose to nose with her, "it was a little funny." 

Roan presents her face for kissing. Eddie plants a big one on either cheek. 

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too, dad." Roan fidgets. "What about if I can call you Eddie on the weekends?" 

"I'll have to think about it."

#eddie and roan #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4

[azzydoesstuff]

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🛠️ she-fillin-my-quota Follow

man 41-experimentation has the worst abandoned facilities. where is all the scrap guh??

🪲 lootyloot-nestynest Follow

the fuck are you calling an abandoned facility?? experimentation is my fucking home you prick. you scrappers call these facilities abandoned but they're not. you're just wandering into our homes and stealing our things. leave it to the scrapper to regurgitate insectophobic slop. blocked

#like i swear to god. these fucking scrappers are so stupid. i hope they all die #insect pride

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i swear to god y'all, ain't NOTHINg moving on my watch

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😬

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🦅 professionalhawkster2 Follow

bro why do the fucking dogs keep messing with my gang?? they almost killed jerry a couple hours ago

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how about you be fucking quiet you fucking pickle thieves

#seriously who steals pickles lmao #fuck baboon hawks

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🖳 theindomitablesigurd-deactivated1968

T HEY TOOK M Y PIcKLES!!!!1!!

#naw i'm uptading th ose mf dangjer level to 75% agfter tha t shit

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🛠️ she-fillin-my-quota Follow

first time visiting 7-dine! wonder what i'm gonna find lol

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hey i live there! lol

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man what the hell

#cw coilphobia #fucking scrappers #hope i coil this bitch lmao

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🦑 badjokesbyjeb Follow

What do you do after eating a really tasty planet? You give the restaraunt five golden stars.

🪙 living-on-the-blingbling-baby Follow

BEAST LET ME OUT ALREADY I NEED TO GET OUT I CAN'T BE DIGESTED YOU FUCKING BEAST CEASE THIS MOCKERY OF OUR GOLDEN PLANET RELEASE ME SPIT OUT THE RINDS LET ME LEAVE

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#you fucking idiot don't say shit like that #he's gonna fucking escape at some point if you keep doing this and then you'll really be fucked you fucking moron #goodjokesbyjeb

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who up eatin' their legs

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what

🦈 thump-thump-thump Follow

us thumpers get called halves because when we're born we have to eat the bottom half of our bodies to get out of our eggs. this is why we have no legs and have to use our arms to walk around. hope this helps ❤️

#cw thumperphobic slur #cw half #don't be ignorant like this and do your research #also don't call us halves please #thumpers #thumperposting #thumper gang

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☣️ richrichardguy-deactivated0709

man why don't this fucking door open. oh it's my fucking crew behind it fucking great. fucking assholes won't stop saying i smell

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hey i think we haven't met before

☣️ richrichardguy-deactivated0709

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🖳 theindomitablesigurd-deactivated1968

RICH NOOOOOOOOOOO

#bro stank like shit but i didn't want him to go like this #not like this! not like thiiiiiiis!

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🪲 lootyloot-nestynest Follow

you guys, i just found the coolest fucking metal sheet. you have no idea

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🛠️ she-fillin-my-quota Follow

BRO GET OUT OF THE DOORWAY STUPID FUCKING BOX

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listen to my tune

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hey guys it's my first week working for the company! i think i'm gonna make quota this time

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no you're not

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no i'm not

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🎭 she-fillin-my-quota Follow

hey guys i'm resigning from the company rn. im gonna make some changes accordingly on my blog now. can someone tell @lootyloot-nestynest i'm sorry and ask them to unblock me. i'm a changed man now, i'm not a scrapper anymore

🖇️ boioioioing Follow

guys idk something seems off about this guy. he was spewing coilphobic shit a couple days ago

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[incorrectbatfam]

There was Margie, and then there was the batfam, what about the rogues with Steph time in retail?

Part 1 with Margie

Part 2 with the batfam

———————

[at the grocery store]

Riddler: Riddle me this: you eat me before I'm born and after I'm dead. What am I?

Steph: Eggs are aisle 3, chickens are aisle 4.

———————

[at the coffee shop]

Ivy: Is the oat milk locally sourced?

Steph: Yes, I don't recommend it.

———————

[at the clothing store]

Scarecrow: *walks in*

Steph: Sorry sir, this isn't a Spirit Halloween yet.

———————

[at the drive-thru]

Steph: Welcome to Batburgers, what can I get you?

Harley: Hiya! Can I do a double cheese batburger deluxe with no onions and extra pickles, and I'll have a side of nacho chili cheese fries with a drizzle of barbecue sauce. I'll also take two Bat-Hound Doggy Bags—one with Robin nuggets, honey mustard, milk, and apples with caramel, and the other with the steak Talon tacos minus the sour cream and with the salsa separate, fruit punch, and the Hush Puppies.

Steph: Anything else?

Harley: Yeah, I'll do the Create Your Own milkshake with vanilla bean, chocolate, strawberry, cookies 'n cream, cherry, black cherry, cotton candy, funfetti with double the fetti, mint chip, salted caramel, peanut butter crunch, brownie bites, extra whipped cream, and gummy bears on top.

Steph: Alright, that'll be $20.37. Please pull up to the next window.

Harley: Before I pay, could you read that back to me?

———————

[at the furniture store]

Steph: Let me guess, you need new cushions.

Clayface, while dripping clay: *nods sadly*

———————

[at the restaurant]

Joker: Give me a good laugh. A hearty chuckle. Serve me up nice, warm smile.

Steph:

———————

[at the call center]

Steph: Wayne Enterprises account support, how can I help you?

Black Mask: *starts threatening every member of the Wayne family*

Steph: Mhm. I understand. Please hold.

Steph: *puts him on hold*

Steph: *clocks out*

Steph: *goes home*

———————

[at home]

Steph: You won't BELIEVE the week I had.

Tim: Remind me again why you work seven jobs simultaneously?

#stephanie brown #spoiler #tim drake #red robin #edward nygma #riddler #pamela isley #poison ivy #jonathan crane #scarecrow #harley quinn #joker #basil karlo #clayface #roman sionis #black mask #gotham rogues #batman #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batgirls #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics

[ventique18]

~ Crowley Vignette Pt. 2 ~

"Good grief. This morning was certainly a pickle."

"However, no matter what difficulties come knocking...

"Lunch time is certain to lift one's spirits up!"

He goes and gets today's special menu, which is meat pie. He goes to find a seat and sees that the staff members, Crewel, Trein, and Vargas are already seated together. He's delighted to see them and asks to sit next to them. They do a bit of chatter and Trein notices Crowley's meal. Is that a meat pie?

Crowley: "Indeed. I do so love meat."

"Not only beef, but pork, chicken, and I do so fancy eating even wild game meat."

Trein questions what he means by wild game, so Crowley clarifies that it's called Wildbret. Doesn't he know? Vargas chimes in because he recognizes Wildbret; the venison he ate one time was delicious and energizing. Crowley comments that Vargas has a refined palette.

"Aside from venison, there are many other types of Wildbret. Everyone, we must absolutely..."

"AH!!"

Everyone's SHOCKED so Crowley tells him not to just suddenly pop up out of nowhere like that LOL. Sam says everyone looks like they're having fun so he just had to join in. Crewel wonders what Sam's doing here, because normally he'd be tending to his shop at this time of day. Sam answers that he just had a delivery for the ghosts, then goes on with his sales pitch to sell wild game to Crowley.

Crowley praises how reliable Sam is, but adds that the truth is he doesn't like only meat, but vegetables, fruits and sweets as well. He doesn't like spicy foods though! Crewel comments that they already know Crowley's an omnivore though.

Crowley: "An omnivore... Can you not say it in a less barbaric way?!"

As a segue, Sam notices that everyone's ordered lunch was a reflection of their personalities. Vargas' is chock full of eggs for their protein. Crewel also likes pie and wanted the same lunch as Crowley's, but he thought the serving was too much. While it's good for growing boys like the students, for them adults it's not an optimal meal. Trein agrees and says he also changed his mind when he saw how big the pie was. If he ate something like that for lunch, he feels like he'd be sick for all of his afternoon classes.

Crowley: "Is that so? What a waste. And how delicious this is too~

Vargas notices that Crowley has a wonderful appetite so he can't lose too.

Trein: "He's gobbling up that pie overflowing with butter and juicy meat... What is he, a young man..."

Crewel: "You really haven't changed even from when I was still a student."

Trein: "Actually, I don't think he's changed even from when I started working at Night Raven College..."

Crewel: "Headmage... Just how old are you? I'm curious, but I'm not sure I want to know..."

Sam: "Hehe... He really is full of mysteries. What an interesting guy."

Crowley finishes his meal, and then thanks his past self for recruiting that five star restaurant chef from how long ago...

"That was... Hm. How many decades have passed since then?"

He had a long pause between "That was" and "Hm." I know it's a fae thing to not be aware of time, but the way he suddenly stops to realize time marches on far too quickly than he realizes reminds me of Malleus... And that emphasis that he's a BIG eater, just like Malleus. 🤔

#twisted wonderland #ventique rambles #dire crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein #ashton vargas #twst sam

[lolasimms]

can you write a drabble of when ellie and y/n decided they wanted kids😭 like both of them deciding who’s going to carry lila, and what type of procedure they’ll use to conceive, and them picking out their sperm donor and what not <3

mommy & momma

“do you want children, do you want to marry me?”

_____________________ ୨୧ _______________________

౨ৎ After two years of being married the two of you felt like something was missing.

౨ৎ You both knew having children was a huge responsibility, but you also knew it was something you both really wanted.

౨ৎ At first the two of you considered adoption, as it would be nice to take in a child and raise them.

౨ৎ But due to unethical practices and the long process you decided against it.

౨ৎ Naturally, the next option was to consider artificial insemination.

౨ৎ The two of you discussed it a lot and came to the conclusion that you’d be the one to carry.

౨ৎ Ellie wasn’t against carrying whatsoever, you were just more interested in experiencing a pregnancy and she wanted to give you that opportunity.

౨ৎ The two of you found an anonymous donor at the sperm bank who matched her some of her features.

౨ৎ Her green eyes, dark auburn hair and skin tone. Since it would be your egg in use, you’d hoped the child could be a mix of you two.

౨ৎ She was very strict on you during the preparation leading up to the insemination.

౨ৎ Your doctor advised you eat healthy, refrain from drinking alcohol, avoid stress and take prenatals daily. Ellie took this as a challenge.

౨ৎ She took her role as your partner very seriously, bossing you around and watching you like a hawk.

౨ৎ She wouldn’t so much as let you have a sip of wine, coffee or do anything that could cause you stress or anxiety.

౨ৎ Finally a few weeks after the insemination she’d woken up to you eating a can of raw sardines and that’s when she knew.

౨ৎ Before you could even kiss her good morning she was dragging you into the bathroom to take a pregnancy test.

౨ৎ If you thought she was protective during the trying process, she was insufferable during the pregnancy.

౨ৎ You knew it was out of love but at times got annoyed at how little she allowed you to do.

౨ৎ Calls you her baby mama in-front of everyone and casually tells people you’re carrying her baby inside of you.

౨ৎ “I’m momma and you’re mommy.” She tells you one evening and you like the idea.

౨ৎ She goes into full nesting mode and can’t stop herself from ordering furniture and toys in bulk.

౨ৎ You’ll be sitting on the couch, bowl of popcorn and pickles resting on your ever growing bump and hear the doorbell ring.

౨ৎ To your dismay it’s another package for Mrs. Ellie Williams. This time it was a 5 pack of animal onesies, An assorted box of pacifiers, plushies and bath towels.

౨ৎ When the two of you find out you’re having a girl Ellie’s over the moon and can’t wait to be a girl mom.

౨ৎ She buys a book of “unique baby girl names” and insists the two of you read it every night before bed.

౨ৎ Obsessed with your pregnant body and kind of develops a breeding kink throughout the last few months of your pregnancy.

౨ৎ “Gonna fuck another baby into you right after this one” She blurts as your riding her one evening.

౨ৎ Can’t get enough of your boobs now even though she’d always been obsessed with them.

౨ৎ Whenever they’re achy she offers to massage them but that usually ends up with the two of you fucking.

౨ৎ By the final month of your pregnancy the two of you are more than ready for your daughter to get here.

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[donelywell]

SPAGONIA October 2

> Tornado Defense Act 1 

(Use the joystick to move the Tornado-1 to targeted spots on the Egg Cauldron where Tails is automatically firing, meanwhile use the Square or Circle button [ps3 version] to have Knuckles and Sonic knock away Missiles.)

As the trio fly overhead towards Spagonia, they’re suddenly ambushed by Eggman on his Egg Cauldron.

Once they reach Spagonia, they bolt over to the university. Tails opens the door to the Professor's room, and pauses at the scattered paper and books all across the floor. With a human male hiding behind a tipped over table. He pokes his head out and sighs of relief seeing Tails, the human turns out to be the Professor’s Assistant. 

The Assistant explains that the Professor has been kidnapped by Eggman a few days before the Earthquake. Sonic and Knuckles look pissed, while Tails and Chip are concerned. Tails is worried for the Professor’s safety (and wasting time getting to Spagonia just to find out he’s been kidnapped), while Chip is terrified that he’s starving to death. Tails reassures Chip that even Eggman isn’t cruel enough to not feed his prisoners.

The Assistant says that they can stay in a dorm room at the University for the night so they can fly out to save the Professor tomorrow morning, but Sonic (finally out of his raging ramble about Eggman) sighs and predicts that Eggman is about to move the Professor somewhere else. He ambushed them getting here, so he’s gotta know that they’re looking for him now. If they don’t find him by the end of tonight, they might never get him.

The 4 head outside of the University to ask the civilians if they might know where Eggman took the Professor. Sonic got distracted when he came across a candy shop, deciding to restock Tails’ constantly dwindling pile of mints. He also spots some Chocolate Bars, and buys a few to see if Chip would like them.

As predicted, the little fairy loved it.

Knuckles finds intel that someone heard a radio from one of Eggman's Badniks that he was going to Mazuri. So after everyone picked up a quick sandwich for dinner, they hopped onto the Tornado-1 to fly over to Mazuri.

MAZURI October 2-3

While flying out to Mazuri, Tails attempts to apologize to Sonic for wasting time, but Sonic simply wasn’t having it. Pointing out that this is Eggman’s fault, Tails didn’t know there was something Gaia related, and he didn’t know that the Professor got kidnapped. Tails thinks to himself that he’s the smart one, he’s supposed to know everything for the team, but just agrees to not upset Sonic anymore.

They had to make a quick landing just a town over to the very obvious base Eggman has built so that Sonic can change form without the fear of him accidentally falling off the plane.

Sonic nervously waits for Knuckles’ reaction, but he just asks if Sonic’s hurt. He signs ‘no’ and they continue on their journey on foot. Knuckles does have many questions, but they have a time sensitive mission at stake and questions can be put on hold until then.

>Mazuri Night Act 1

(Basically exactly how the original game went down, but Tails and Knuckles are there to help you fight now. Knuckles is a good hitter for the base enemies and grabs their attention away from Sonic while Tails does chip damage and hits arial enemies. There is plenty of dialogue in the level.) Through the dialogue, Sonic begins to slowly warm up to the idea of the werewolf form (they're still debating on what to call it) while Tails tries to lift his mood.

Once they make it to Professor Pickles prison, he starts a long monologue about how bad Eggman makes his Cucumber Sandwiches. Knuckles comments about how bland it sounds and the two quilled brothers talk about how they’d improve the sandwich while Tails flies over to help the Professor get out, muttering to Chip that it’s an acquired taste, but he does add that he throws a little bit of mint to his sandwich whenever the Professor doesn’t look.

After the Professor is saved, Knuckles ends up having to stop him from storming up to the Mad Doctor himself to say a few words about his culinary catastrophe.

Meanwhile, Sonic gets the map from the vault, knowing that if Eggman has anything locked away that it must be important.

Now that the Professor is saved and that they’re heading back to the University, Knuckles feels that he can finally ask the questions that have been plaguing his mind. Pretty much every single question is Dungeons and Dragons related, but a few are about how strong Sonic is now. In short, it was a long flight back to Spagonia for the speedster.

SPAGONIA October 3

Finally back at the University with the Professor and Gaia Manuscripts in hand, the group head over to Professor Pickles Office to get as much information from him as possible (and enjoy some tea).

The Professor tells of a repeated legend that has been going on since the planet was born. That there is an entity in the planet's core that has caused all of the monsters to show up and the planet splitting apart.

Tails is keeping note and asking questions such as ‘How do we put the planet back together?’ and ‘Do you think this could be connected to why Sonic changes into this form every night?’ 

The Professor then tells about the mythical ‘Temples of Gaia’ which used to house the Chaos Emeralds thousands of years ago. He points at a part of the scripture and says that it tells of a being that traveled to each Temple and restored the planet's pieces.

He claims that he has managed to translate and spot one of the Gaia locations, but still has yet to decipher the rest. The Professor then turns to a map on his wall and points at a pinned location. Tails and Sonic immediately realize that it’s ‘Mazuri’.

Before the duo could high-tail it back to the Tornado, they’re stopped by Knuckles and Chip at the door, demanding that they get some rest. Knuckles reminds everyone that the Assistant gave them all a dorm room to rest up in, and they have all deserved a rest after today.

So after they wash up (with Sonic promising he’ll do it in the morning when he knows he won’t clog up the drains), they all get comfortable on the bed and rest. It seems that the Assistant gave them a room fit for Mobian sized well… Mobians. So it became a tight fit with Sonic taking up extra space. He suggested that he could just sleep on the floor, but Knuckles immediately sits down next to him with Tails by his side. So no escape, huh.

With Sonic being slightly more comfortable with his nightly form (aka feeling like he might not immediately harm someone by accident), he’s a little more okay with Tails being closer. But he still makes sure to keep his mouth firmly shut and his hands far away from the others.

Angel Island

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the werehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #chip the light gaia #Professor Pickle #Sonic Unleashed #Sonic Unleashed: World Reimagined #Spagonia #Mazuri #Old man has Old Man taste buds #Flavor is too much for him #Amnesiac doesn't know what a Pickle is so he doesn't know why Sonic and Tails are laughing #Wait I just thought of this did Sonic predict the Pickle Rick meme?

[iwelcomedeathwithopenarms04]

Yandere Sir Pentious | General Headcanons

Since no one else is doing it, I will >:(

Ps. I take requests ;)

● He may not be the smartest or strongest, but he's got the spirit alright.

● In this scenario, you met him first at the Hotel. Maybe you were a sinner looking for redemption? Maybe you were Charlie's friend or in a leash? Or maybe you just were there for the free housing? Either way, this man fell in love with you on first sight, believe it or not.

● He walks in all sad and pitiful `redemption redemption' and you don't buy his lie and goddamn it he doesn't know why but the glare you are giving him gives him the chills. And not in a bad way mind you.

● Like you're just standing there glaring at him, and he just locks up when he sees your eyes on him. `Who is this?` `What's their name?` `WHY ARE THEY SO GODDAMN SEXY?!`

● Eventually (literally on the first day lmao) when Angel Dust discovers the "hidden" camera and you walk in, dropkick him and stand on his back with one leg to keep him down he almost moans right then and there. Like wtf why are you so good-looking while beating the shit outta him???

● You ain't even gotta be stronger than him. When you lay your hands on him (or literally any part of you), he just locks up and lets you throw him around.

● The Egg Boyz are gonna call you 'mom' 'mama' 'momma' or any possible alternate regardless of your gender (or lack of).

● Like the Egg Boyz just are too dumb to comprehend anything. In their eyes, the boss loves likes you, you care for the Egg Boyz (whether out of your own volition or not doesn't matter), and you keep their boss in line. To them, you're a mother because a mother's role is to care and keep the daddy in line, right? (Why Egg Boyz, why).

● Anyways, as a yandere, Sir Pentious is more capable of showing his feelings for you than in the show. Instead of saying, "Because I'm buying drinks for everyone," he goes "because you are my first ever friend" or something like that.

● Though he certainly isn't the strongest demon out there, he ain't the weakest either. If some random demon happens to be messing with you, they just might find themselves in a bit of a pickle when Sir Pentious pays them a visit <33

● "You better bow down trash. You're in the presence of a RULER." (He's talking about you, btw) he worships the ground you walk on. You can't do any wrong in his eyes (even though you are in Hell for a reason)

● You could literally blow up an orphanage, and he would go "Yeah well the orphanage was in their way."

● In the final battle, you had gotten hurt, and he couldn't stand it. In his eyes, someone so powerful and mighty (even though you may actually be weaker than him) couldn't be defeated by something as simple as a hit from the first man ever, right? Right?!

● There are two ways we can go from here.

● One is that Sir Pentious sacrifices himself for you. He sees how hurt you are and filled with rage and the thirst of revenge he gets a confidence boost and kisses you deeply, declaring his undying love for you in front of EVERYBODY.

• Then he powers up the machine, dies an embarrassing death and yada yada. Now in Heaven, he will literally fight tooth and nail to either get back down to you or to bring you up there with him.

● If it so happens that he can't remember anything, then he would feel deep longing for something or someone that he can't quite place. What is this painful feeling in his chest? Why does he feel like he is missing someone important?

● Alternatively, if it so happens that YOU end up dying in the final battle, then Holy Hell.

● Seeing your lifeless body fills him with pure heartbreak that he didn't know he was even capable of feeling.

● He would kill himself then and there. He doesn't care who he will leave behind as long as he gets to die, too, while holding your hand or hugging your body close to his. He can't live without you, even in Hell. To him, the only way to be loyal to you now that you are dead is to be dead with you.

● Even in death, you can't escape your diehard fan <3

#yandere #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel headcanons #yandere sir pentious #soft yandere #yandere headcanons

[baddestboy]

little idea I had the other day that I need to talk about. Bakugo calling his partner firecracker, or his partner firecracker. Just it's so cute 🥺

ty anon for this cute idea… to be bakugo's firecracker 🥺 also asks are open if u want to think about bkg with me!

bakugo could have thought of this term of endearment for you in two ways. 

you've recently gotten in the mood of teasing him and start being comfortable in your relationship. you call him his hero name when he asks for something cute or embarrassing. like,

"oh, the great explosion murder god dynamight wants to cuddle? come here, my arms are open." "pro-hero dynamight asked for no pickles." "dynamight, oh dynamight!" things like that.

he likes you calling him dynamight since it's an integral part of his identity and he's glad that you accept him as he is (it also feeds into his ego. just a very tiny bit), but bakugo being bakugo wanted to get back to you at first for teasing him nonstop. however, he thought of a better idea.

the both of you were having a night in and when you walked in the kitchen, you could see that he was preparing the both of you hot drinks to get cozy. you shot him a grin. "well, what else could i expect from the super amazing, pro-hero dynamight?" 

you thought he was just going to swear at you like usual, but...

"how could i not spoil my firecracker?"

you were so embarrassed you shut up immediately, flustered by the new nickname that complemented his person so well. he takes that as a challenge to egg you on further.

"oh, does my little firecracker like their new nickname?"

—

the other way bakugo would have thought of this nickname was when he saw you having an angry outburst for the first time.

not angry angry but 'you lost mario kart to bakugo for the sixth time in a row and damn it if you had to take another L after this rematch you were going to break up with him for the night' angry.

he thought you were so cute then and there. "don't worry, my firecracker. i'll go easy on you next round."

the nickname didn't register that night with you as you were so mad (the win ratio was 14-2. guess who was the winner of the night.), but bakugo really liked calling you his firecracker so it just stuck.

(when you ask him about it though he just shuts up and gets lost in thought, like he was remembering a fond memory. you flip him off.)

#bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo imagine #bakugo drabble #bakugou drabble #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #bakugo x you #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x y/n #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #my hero imagines #my hero x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha x you #bnha imagines #bnha fluff

[corpsebasil]

The Pirate Lord Part 2

the future queen of Ravka doesn’t even know she’s going to wear a crown

You didn’t talk to him for almost two days.

He practically chased you around, vying for your attention as you avoided him like the plague. He’d lied. And not a white lie—Sturmhond had lied about his entire identity. His life. Well, you supposed, not Sturmhond. Because your captain and lover, the man you wanted to marry, was Prince Nikolai Lantsov, the youngest prince of Ravka.

So you spent your hours away from him processing and memorizing the palace, ducking into random rooms and examining anything you were allowed to see. You had to admit, finding out you were sleeping with a prince wasn’t the worst shock of your life.

You’d smacked him, though. Pretty hard.

“Y/N,” a voice called and you turned to see Tamar approaching, her eyes comically wide as she did a small spin in the hallway. “not too bad of a hovel, is it?” She asked, letting out a low whistle.

“It’s ghastly,” you lied, smirking. “how will we ever survive this?”

“Same way we survive anything.” She mused, flicking a very expensive looking vase as she passed it. “Lots of rum. Lots.” Then she stopped, tilting her head at you. “You should talk to him. He misses you.”

“Talk to who?” You asked, a thread of annoyance in your tone. “Sturmhond, or Nikolai?”

“They’re the same man.” Tamar rolled her eyes, swinging her arm around your shoulders and pulling you down the hall. “Come on, Y/N. We didn’t go through all that hell on the waves just for you two to be pissed at one another.”

“He can apologize to me.” You said, indignant. “Eventually.”

“Saints save us all.” She grumbled, leading the two of you towards the hall for dinner.

-

Nikolai had told you the truth only after you’d docked and made your way into Ravka. And he’d done it in the most ridiculous way possible—simply removing his coat to reveal a second one underneath, smiling and holding his arms out comically to you. He’d even had the audacity to say “surprise” seconds before you whacked him hard on his good shoulder.

The arrow wound was healed, but his muscle was still tender.

Now he watched you at dinner, still sitting with his crew like he always did. The difference now was that the table was far more elaborate, and there was a very comforting lack of eggs and pickles. Tolya and Tamar sat across from you, bickering over Saints knows what, while Nikolai sat beside you as you pointedly ignored him.

“Y/N,” he began, tilting his head at you. You pretended not to hear him, picking at the bowl of fruit on your plate. Fruit for heaven’s sakes. You swore never to eat a pickle again. “Y/N, please, you wouldn’t have been with me if you’d have known.”

You glared down at a strawberry, spearing it rather aggressively with your fork. He sighed and turned in his seat, placing his hand near your arm, but not on it.

“Come on. You know that I’m right.”

Tamar and Tolya were suddenly very, very interested in their own plates, the rest of the crew busying themselves with literally any topic that came to mind. You could’ve sworn someone mentioned how good the plumbing was and blocked them out.

“You don’t know that.” You said, voice cold as you shot him a look. “Everything the two of us have is based on honesty. How am I supposed to trust anything you say? You’re even acting different.”

“I cant be Sturmhond here, Y/N. I have to behave in a certain manner—”

“‘A certain manner’,” you sneered. “How royal of you.”

“You are still my Second, and the love of my life. Being a prince changes nothing—”

You stood up abruptly, almost knocking over a glass as you left the table. The crew stared, stunned, as Nikolai quickly followed, chasing after you out of the dining hall.

You stormed down the hallway towards the door that you knew led to the gardens, and past that, the lake. You’d barely stepped outside before he jumped in front of you, holding his hands out in supplication.

“Y/N,” he panted, walking backwards as you moved towards the lake, out of sight from the palace. You spotted some sort of gazebo in the distance, decorated with cushions and seemingly abandoned, and walked towards it. “Y/N, you have to believe me.”

“I don’t.” You gritted out, stomping over to the cushioned structure. “Have to do anything.” You plopped down onto the cushions, splaying out in a very messy manner. You huffed as you looked up at the ceiling, at the marble arches. “Don’t lie to me ever again.” You ordered, tossing the prince a glare.

He had the audacity to roll his eyes as he sat down beside you, shrugging off his heavy jacket and tossing it aside.

“I told you I wouldn’t.” He said, tilting his head. “But I swear I won’t. Scouts honor.” He held out his pinkie and you snorted, hooking your own through his.

“That’s a very powerful oath, Sturm—” you paused, eyebrows furrowing. “Nikolai.”

“Actually, that’s Nikolai Lantsov—Major of the Twenty-Second Regiment, Soldier of the King’s Army, Grand Duke of Udova, and second son to His Most Royal Majesty, King Alexander the Third, Ruler of the Double Eagle Throne to you, Second.”

“You’re insufferable.” You scoffed, but smiled at his familiar smirk, that mischievous light in his eyes back. “Don’t…act in front of me. I know that you have to be all posh and regal or whatever in front of the others, but not in front of me.” You frowned a bit, unsure of why it hurts to say these things to him. “I fell in love with Sturmhond.”

He swallowed, looking away from you, and sighed.

“You might love him,” he said, softly, his eyes still refusing to meet yours. “but I love you. And I had hoped that that would’ve been enough.” He gave you a look, a calm look that masked his pain and heartache, and you regretted your words the moment he moved to rise.

“No, I—” you grasped his arm, rising onto your knees as you tugged him back down. “I do love you. I do. I’m just going to have to get used to the changes, that’s all.” You knew your expression was pleading, and still you pushed on. “Just two days ago you were a pirate. This is a big switch for me.”

“Privateer.” He mumbled, but allowed a small smile to appear on his handsome face. “I’m sure you’ll adjust when you realize just how much I’m going to spoil you now that I’m in Ravka.”

You let a grin wash over your face as you tugged him forward by his shirt, pressing your mouth to his own. He laid you down eagerly atop the cushions, hands sinking into your hair as he kissed you.

“I love you.” He murmured, losing himself in the feel of you as you freed the prince from his clothes.

-

Your wedding had been an event to mark the century.

You’d had it on your ship, traveling all the way back to the ocean to marry your king. And as you kissed him, your crew and the guests clinking glasses and congratulating you both, the shell at the base of your collarbones lit up, sending tendrils of light and shimmering color across your skin.

“Queen of the seas.” Nikolai mused, glancing over at the water. Colorful fish could be seen under the surface, and when he took your hand and rested it on the rail, you could see the siren’s magic flowing all the way down your body. “I think the ocean approves, don’t you?”

You grinned, head still slightly heavier than usual from the crown that now rested upon it. It had been crafted by Nikolai himself, for you, and his outstanding powers of creation had made you a gorgeous pearl encrusted crown worthy of any queen of the seas. You turned to him, moving into his embrace as he grinned down at you.

“How do you feel about being a Queen?” He asked, raising a brow. His own coronation had been only a month before, an event at which you’d cried an embarrassing amount.

“I feel like being bedded by a king right about now.” You teased, wiggling your brows as he laughed.

“Am I to expect you to start giving me commands?” Nikolai tilted his head, tugging you closer. Nearby, Tolya was still celebrating, having had caught the bouquet. “You’re no longer my Second, you know.”

“You can start calling me Captain if you want.” You teased, leaning forward to press a long, soft kiss to his mouth. He was yours. Officially, now.

Although, you would force him to sail with you someday. Just for fun.

Yeet

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai x reader #shadow and bone imagine #wattpad #fluff

[bekkathyst]

The whole top shelf of my fridge is now filled with what I call my “late night science experiments”. That’s really what it feels like. I’ve been learning so much, refining old skills, trying new things- winning some and losing some.

In the jars: pickled beets and eggs, pickled wild garlic buds, conifer (spruce & fir) tip lemon ginger syrup, and way too much lilac syrup.

I’ve made a bunch of other things these past couple of weeks and I’m adding all of what I’ve gathered and created onto my Patreon which is launching soon 😊

#original #foraging #nature #wild garlic #lilac #witchy #witchcraft #food #hearth witch #cottage witch

[mariacallous]

Several years ago, I invited my new boyfriend to Yom Kippur at my aunt’s house. He didn’t need convincing – I think he adored my family early on – but to entice him further I made sure he knew what was on offer.

Bagels. Cream cheese. Lox.

Let’s just say he showed up on time. I knew my aunt would be thrilled when he devoured the pickled herring. (He earned similar accolades when he asked for seconds of gefilte fish at Passover.)

Jewish food, he says, is just a hop, skip and a jump from the Scandinavian food he grew up with. “It’s like the foods of my people. Foods of your people, foods of our people.”

Apart from being poetic, it was a very Jewish thing for him to say.

Now my husband, Brad is definitively non-Jewish by all religious standards. His father was raised in a big Irish Catholic family and his mother, raised in the Midwest, is of Scandinavian descent. He was the first non-Jewish person I’d met with his own proclivity for pickled fish and smoked salmon.

Among the items he always kept in his pantry — before he met me and still today — are tinned fish and Triscuits, often eaten as a meal. He and I have been on a year-long journey of finding the best “real rye bread” within driving distance in the greater Metrowest area of Boston. (Haven’t found it yet.)

To say that he embraces all things Jewish is obvious. That he loves me is only part of the reason; another is the food. 

My grandmother always had enough food to feed an army, no matter whether it was Shabbat, Passover or Tuesday. I watched as Brad became accustomed to the foods we loved and the leftovers we take pride in sharing: the containers left on the table after Yom Kippur for extra brisket, the paper bags for challah and rugelach.

But he’s taught us about food, too. Our family text chain is called “Smashburgers Unite” because of my family’s newfound favorite meal, brought to us by my husband. A better cook than I (a generous understatement), he loves cooking projects. 

At that point, my biggest cooking project I’d taken on was making latkes for Hanukkah.

It had been my job for years. I’d shove the potatoes in the Cuisinart, wring them out as best I could, and do my best guesswork with how much egg, matzah meal, onion and salt should go in. Then I’d stand at the stove and fry them, the kitchen filling with that wonderful greasy-spoon smell, as the rest of my family arrived. I laid them out as they were done, always in an inadvertent ombre from light to dark as the oil, and my patience, decreased. 

So for Brad’s first Hanukkah with us, I told him — who once made a BBQ for 40 people with no help from anyone — that I (and, by proxy, he) was in charge of latkes.

“Cool,” he said. His indifference both alarmed and relieved me. 

“It’s more work than you think,” I said.

I should have known he’d have better tricks  for peeling massive amounts of Russet potatoes and draining their water (cheesecloth! The man I’m dating owns cheesecloth?!), adding cornstarch to help the eggs adhere better to the mix, and adding enough salt so they actually tasted good. He added seasonings like zaatar, onion powder and garlic powder. He showed me how to wait until all the oil – way more than I was used to adding for frying – was shimmering, and to be patient while each side cooked.

I think he wanted to add a shallot.

“It’s not traditional,” I said.

“So?” he said.

He had a point.

The latkes that year were a hit. My family made sure he knew that it was now his task for life. They were joking, but they were also serious.

I knew he was about to take this latke-making to the next level. On the way home, he thought up different flavor combinations, like adding dill and black pepper, and what if we fried them in schmaltz – we’d have to roast a chicken first; store-bought schmaltz wouldn’t cut it – and what if we added cayenne, and what if we used different root vegetables, like turnips and rutabagas, and what if made a sweet potato version?

I was exhausted just thinking about it. The latkes take a great deal of effort, and I don’t have the same love of cooking that Brad does. Where he sees opportunity, I see how long it will take to clean up. 

Maybe we buy shredded potatoes, to make it easier? I suggested. 

But no: Everything from scratch, no shortcuts. Our first year in our new home together, we made them in our kitchen. He shredded the potatoes, I wrung them out. He set up three bowls with different seasonings and spices. I spooned them into balls, and we’d take turns at the stove, frying, flipping, frying again. We ate several between us right away – impossible not to. Yes, it was an hours-long process. But the pride I felt at bringing them home, measured by the silence while people ate and ate, was unmatched.  

I learned that the effort, the planning, the execution: it’s  a way of showing love. The energy we put into the latkes as a team made me feel closer, somehow, to the holiday and to my Jewish roots.

That first meal of jointly-made latkes also included my mom’s brisket. Over dinner, the conversation turned to other traditional Jewish foods like corned beef and pastrami. Brad pointed out that they were both brisket, just made different – something we hadn’t really ever thought about. 

He mentioned he could make a pastrami. 

Our eyes widened. 

“It’s just a matter of brining it…then smoking it…” 

So we’re in charge of both now: latkes and pastrami. 

[hadilsblog]

Cooking with Luffy 🤏🏻💗

I apologize if there are a mistakes , as I said, English is not my first language 😭

Warnings: nothing

Fluff

"Mommmm, I'm hungry!!!" Luffy sighed in frustration.

You chuckled slightly as you handed him a cookbook you recently bought.

"How about we cook something of your choice?" you said, smiling as you handed him the book.

He jumped with joy, picking out what he wanted, his eyes landing on a dish.

"Mom, what do you think about this?!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, pointing to a dish consisting of meat, rice, and eggs.

"Oh, that's called Jūdon. It takes about twenty minutes to cook," you replied, smiling.

"Let's make it then!" he shouted excitedly, pulling you into the kitchen.

"First, I need to put the rice on the pot-" You were interrupted as you found the rice container in front of you.

You patted Luffy's head, then started putting the rice on steam to proceed to the next step.

"Alright, next, we need beef, and we have to cut it into slices," you said calmly as you took out the knife from the drawer.

"Here's the beef, go ahead and wash and cut it into slices," he handed it to you.

"Now, we also need white onions and cut them into small slices."

"Let me do this!!!" he shouted eagerly as he cleaned and started cutting them, tears forming in his eyes.

"Luffy, are you crying over an onion?" you asked dramatically.

"No, I'm not like that, I'm a man!" he said as he continued to hold back his tears, showing you the plate of onions he cut.

"Well done, very good!" you said as you patted his head.

"Now, do we have soy sauce? All I see is dust," as Luffy ran to the fridge and returned before you could blink.

"Yes, we do!" he said enthusiastically as he handed you the sauce.

"We won't use mirin in this dish, so we'll put in sugar syrup, honey, rice vinegar, and water," you explained as Luffy put the ingredients in a bowl and mixed them.

"We also need brown sugar."

"We have itttt!"

"And we also need pickled ginger."

"Is this enough?" Luffy innocently wondered, his eyes sparkling (I want to eat him already).

"Yes, it's enough. Now let's start. Get the frying pan ready," you said.

"Got it."

You placed the pan on the stove and started frying the chopped white onions.

"Look, Luffy, watch us first fry the onions until they become soft like this," you said calmly after noticing the smoothness of the onions, Luffy watched with interest.

"Now, we'll add the beef we cut earlier with the pickled ginger," you said with a smile as Luffy handed you the plate of beef and ginger for you to put in the pan.

"Look, Luffy, isn't the color of the beef beautiful?" you said excitedly as Luffy stared at the meat as if it were his salvation, muttering the word "meat" as he reached his hand towards it, only for you to gently slap it away, making him withdraw his hand.

"Careful not to touch hot things, Luffy!"

"Okayyy."

"Now we add the sauce we mixed earlier and wait for about three minutes until it thickens," you explained calmly as you added the rice.

Luffy brought two plates to put the rice on.

"Luffy, please turn off the stove," you asked calmly as you set the table.

"Got it!" he shouted enthusiastically as he looked at you with warmth.

"Now let's put the sauce on top of the rice. Do you want to do this?"

"Yes!!!" he placed the sauce gently, shaping it into a smiling face on his plate and a heart on yours, making you laugh a little and pat his head.

"I feel like we forgot something," you said, putting your hands under your chin to think about what you forgot, Luffy ran to get the book and placed it in front of your face.

"We forgot the boiled eggs!" he said, pointing to the picture of the dish with his finger.

"Oh, you're right." You quickly boiled the eggs and placed them on the plate, starting to eat.

"Delicious!!!" Luffy exclaimed excitedly as he tasted his food.

You smiled back.

This is what food looks like 😭-

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[pillow-anime-talk]

19. “I’m pregnant.” -samatoki- gentaro- ramuda🍭

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; romance; huge fluff; pregnancy; mention of pimples; kisses; soft!samatoki; sfw

includes: female reader ft. samatoki aohitsugi {hypmic}

author’s note: again! i choose the first person. thank you :D

19. “I’m pregnant.”

Two red lines on a tiny pregnancy test brought tears to your both eyes; you didn’t know yet whether they were tears of happiness or insecurity, but you felt strange; completely different, maybe a little too carefree. You wiped your reddened eyelids and puffy cheeks by hand, blew your nose on a piece of toilet paper, then put the test into your back pocket. You washed your hands, looking at your face all the time, noticing two pimples on your forehead and chin. You knew perfectly well that mental and physical changes during pregnancy would be bigger and more visible – sometimes pleasant, sometimes irritating and painful. The pimples were nothing invasive so far, but you felt sad.

With a different face, a visible tummy, much more weight, morning sickness and mood swings, will you still be charming, attractive, sweet and beautiful to your husband? Will you still be desired by him, will he still love you and appreciate your little and big things? Strange thoughts lingered in your mind for the rest of the day; you thought about your relationship while eating dinner alone, while watching an American movie on Netflix, during your night routine and long bath, and while making meal for you and Samatoki. The man should be here in less than a quarter of an hour – at least that’s what he wrote in the message to you.

You set out on two trays a bowl of warm soup, a bowl of white rice, a small plate of pickled cucumbers, seaweed salad, egg omelettes with peas, a few side dishes of fresh vegetables and hot tea in your favorite mugs. A typical Japanese supper was your daily routine, your intimate moment and time for quiet conversation. With the last element placed on the table, your beloved entered the apartment. As usual, he smelled of cigarette smoke, heavy perfume, the dampness and smog of the city. You flinched slightly at the smell, covering your mouth with your dominant hand. The other landed on your stomach.

“Baby?” Before you could say ‘Hi’, you ran to the bathroom. Another dose of nausea attacked your body, and you bent over the toilet, emptying your stomach. Samatoki ran up to you moments later, stroking your back and whispering in your ear that everything would be fine and that you were very brave. You wiped your mouth with a piece of soft toilet paper, then looked at your partner.

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered, closing your eyes and waiting for any scream or anger from him. Nothing of the sort happened though, and instead the white-haired man kissed you on your slightly sweaty forehead, smiling slightly.

“Well, not surprising. We’ve had unprotected sex for over a month.” He chuckled and you only blushed even more. “Did you call to the doctor?”

“N-No... Not yet...” You muttered, and then another wave of dizziness hit you – this time with redoubled force. Samatoki stroked your neck until you felt better, then carried you to bed for a while and fed you with warm soup.

He seemed indifferent to the information about the child, although by the end of the evening you could see him looking at you with love in his eyes. You’ve also seen him smiling sweetly from time to time as he browses the internet and sites about parenting, kids and pregnancy.

And then, just before going to bed, he threw an almost full box of cigarettes into the trash.

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