#cooking ​vegetables before they go bad is a struggle

[disasterhimbo]

*picks out the slimy, dark green raw spinach only to make the rest of the spinach slimy and dark green by cooking it*

#i just thought this was funny #I have executive dysfunction and I hate food waste ok? #cooking ​vegetables before they go bad is a struggle #I’m making spinach pizza which sounds like a weird bad health food but I swear it’s delicious #with pine nuts and golden raisins and garlic and butter #cooking #food #spinach #I’m not sure how to tag this I’m sorry #food that’s going bad #gross #cw gross #gross cw #tw gross #gross tw #hopefully that makes the squeamish people happy #my post #original post #I’m not expecting people to reblog this but you can if you want lol

[softerglow]

how to wake up earlier

sleep is a challenge for many people. after vacations or intensive projects or even a couple rounds of staying up late playing video games, we've all messed up our sleep schedules before. this is a guide on how to wake up earlier and get healthier sleep. please let me know if you'd like more posts like this. wishing love and prosperity to all <3

the night/day before:

choose a bedtime that's 9-10 hours before your wake up time. make sure you're in bed at this time. if you don't fall asleep immediately (which you won't, the first couple of times) read or journal until you feel sleepy.

turn your devices off or put them away at least 30 minutes (ideally 2 hours) before your bedtime. if you have any devices that stay on overnight, make sure they aren't within arms reach and notifications are turned off. if you're using your phone as an alarm make sure it's on the other side of your room, so that you have to walk to turn your alarm off in the morning.

make sure dinner is a light, satisfying meal. don't eat after dinner, as this can lead to acid reflux and interrupted sleep.

avoid caffeine and sugary drinks in the afternoon and evening. keep your caffeine intake under 400mg per day.

sleep with your curtains or blinds open. this will help adjust your circadian rhythm to the day/night cycle.

find a relaxing hobby you can do before bed. some ideas include crochet, knitting, reading, journaling or building puzzles. these are well known in helping with stress management and can help you unwind before you go to sleep.

create a relaxing night routine. make sure you feel clean and comfortable by the time you go to sleep.

make use of a lavender scent before you go to bed. whether it's a linen spray, incense, a candle or an oil diffuser. lavender is calming and can help you feel sleepy, especially if you learn to associate it with sleep.

in the morning:

get out of bed the second you wake up. you need to get up, turn off your alarm and stay out of bed.

make your first activity of the day one you enjoy. your skincare routine, cooking a nice breakfast, a warm shower or even sitting on the couch watching netflix is an option. there's no shame in what you choose to do first thing in the morning, even if it's not productive. if it gets you out of bed, it's the right choice.

expose yourself to sunlight as soon as possible in the morning. just 10 minutes could help your circadian rhythm adjust. if it's dark in the mornings because of the weather or the different seasons, turn your lights on.

other tips:

avoid pulling all-nighters or taking naps. staying up all night is bad for your health, full stop. lack of sleep weakens your immune system and ruins your focus during the day. taking naps regularly can impair the sleep schedule you've been working so hard to build. however, if you're really tired, a 20 minute nap is better than a cup of coffee.

make your mental health and stress management a priority. depression, anxiety and stress result in poor sleep. they can be managed with a well balanced lifestyle and professional intervention.

having a well balanced diet can improve your general health as well as your sleep. make sure you aren't skipping meals. have of each meal should be fruits and vegetables, a quarter grains (preferably wholegrain) and a quarter protein. eat as much variety as possible.

stay well hydrated. the common recommendation of 8 glasses a day is a good goal. staying hydrated can help you stay more alert during the day.

regular exercise can improve quality of sleep. exercise during the day if possible, but definitely not within 2 hours of your bedtime.

make a list of reasons why you want to wake up early. read this every night before you go to bed and first thing in the morning. make sure your reasons are important enough to motivate you.

if you're struggling to adjust to a new sleep schedule because your current sleep schedule is so far off, adjust your bed/wake times in 30 minute increments. this can make the adjustment more comfortable.

stay as consistent as possible. try to keep the habits you've built, even over vacations or exam seasons. discipline will eventually become a habit.

only drink in moderation, alcohol can do serious damage to your circadian rhythm. alcohol generally is bad for you and should not be overconsumed.

if you're having persistent issues with sleep, reach out to a doctor or a sleep specialist who can help you.

finally, be kind to yourself. you can't force yourself to sleep, and stressing about it will only make sleeping properly more difficult. change comes gradually, and you can achieve anything you set your mind to as long as you're consistent.

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i hope you're having a lovely day. if you have anymore tips for achieving a healthy sleep schedule, please let me know. i would love to hear it.

#it girl #that girl #girlblogging #productivity #green juice girl #wellness #self love #softerglow #glow up #level up #dream life #self improvement #self care #clean girl

[shankschewtoy]

Can I request Zoro, Luffy and Sanji reacting to their partner having an allergic reaction, like it’s so bad they can’t breathe. Perhaps it’s a new dish sanji had made and their partner didn’t know they were allergic to something in the dish until now. :D

a/n - this is supposed to be serious but if you know me I can’t be serious with one piece characters most of the time 😭 sorry anon but there’s crack in zoro’s and luffy’s💀🫶

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, reader has allergies, crack (zoro and Luffy’s part)

- lunch is Luffy’s favorite time of the day, nothing can stop him from eating lunch (it’s important to have 5 meals a day obviously 💀)

- there’s breakfast, breakfast 2, lunch, after-lunch meal, dinner, and then dessert (there’s like two deserts but he doesn’t think it counts as a meal)

- today, Sanji decided to use a sea king Luffy absolutely destroyed (it tried to steal his breakfast, rip sea king)

- it looked a bit sketchy, but Sanji can cook anything and make it taste good-

- but even as he was cooking it, the smell of it that filled the sunny made you a bit woozy, causing you to become quite fatigued

- luffy was too focused on how excited he was to eat it, so he didn’t notice your symptoms. He was literally drooling all over the poor sunny. it was gross asf

- bro couldn’t wait so he ate the ladle Sanji was smacking him with 💀💀💀💀💀

- “LUFFY SPIT OUT THE LADLE I NEED IT.” -Sanji

- “I GOT A SPLINTER IN MY THROAT AGSJBSISBDJFNC-“ -luffy (he’s choking on the wood)

- “LUFFY NOOO-” -chopper

- when the time finally came to eat, you were only starting to feel worse, that stench of the meat was making you even more nauseated than before

- you had started to cough more frequently, having a constant itch in your throat that just wouldn’t go away

- “Are you alright y/n?” -robin (shes so caring 😭🫶)

- “I’m ok robin- thank you.”

- you tried playing it off as nothing, but it was getting hard to breathe, your vision becoming blurry as you sat down next to Luffy at the table

- you tried to take a bite, barely being able to swallow it, struggling to get the food down

- “Y/n.. Do you not like it?” -Sanji

- you stared down at your hands, and you noticed that little red dots had started to form on your knuckles, spreading down your wrists

- you couldn’t breathe.

- “Y/n…? Helloooo?” -luffy

- he tried waving his hand in front of your face, but you ended up passing out onto the table face first

- “OH MY GOD Y/N DIED.” -luffy bro you suck 💀💀💀

- chopper immediately rushed over, having to literally shove Luffy away from you so he could inspect you

- cue Luffy running around in circles freaking out about how you died in front of him (like ace)

- “IM SUCH A BAD BOYFRIEND I LET Y/N DIE IN FRONT OF ME-“

- it turned out you were allergic to this specific type of sea king, and chopper managed to give you some medicine to help you feel better

- Sanji kept apologizing, making sure that he would never cook this again in the future

- “ARE YOU OK Y/N?! HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?” -luffy (he’s holding four fingers up but this dumbass can’t count)

- “Four.” -you

- “CHOPPER Y/N’S DYING SHE THINKS IM HOLDING UP 4 FINGERS AGSOWBDOSNDJNFOXNC-“

- omfg Luffy pls 😭

- you love this guy but he’s dumb af

- Sanji absolutely adores cooking for you, he’d do it every minute if you wanted 🫶

- he practically knows every single dish you like by heart, and can recite all your favorite fruits and vegetables

- he always loves making new recipes for you to try, you’re his most trusted taste tester! (It’s not luffy- bro would eat the food and the plate too so he’s disqualified)

- today, he wanted to try a new take on some foreign food items he got from the market

- he hadn’t ever seen these before, but he had a knack for knowing which things would be delicious and rich in nutrients

- ever since the smell of the food traveled onto the sunny, you noticed that it was harder to take deep, full breaths.. but maybe it was just because the air was thin

- it didn’t go away. It only continued to worsen as Sanji kept cooking

- soon you started to cough, and have shortness of breath

- Sanji quickly stopped smoking, thinking that perhaps it was because of him. And he took you outside for a moment for you to get some fresh air

- your symptoms just wouldn’t go away! Irritatingly lingering around like some insect

- the time came to test out the new food, and your cough had worsened, your heartbeat racing from your lungs struggling to breathe

- it tasted good.. But the moment it traveled down your throat, you could feel it closing, as if your airways were completely blocked

- Sanji noticed it right away, and ran off in a panic to get chopper, supporting you from behind as chopper inspected your throat

- Sanji didn’t know what to do.. He wasn’t a doctor. But he knew he had to do whatever he could to make you feel better. He hated seeing you in pain!

- his hands carefully held you up as he allowed you to rest against his chest. Chopper confirmed that it was a severe allergic reaction to the food… And Sanji couldn’t believe that he was the one that caused this

- he immediately made Luffy scarf the food down to get it away from you, and made a mental note to get mad at the merchant that sold him the meat later (anything for y/n 🫶🫶)

- he did whatever he could to make you feel better.. Water? He’s already got it. Take you to bed? Of course! A nice blanket? You don’t even have to ask

- he felt so guilty! He never meant to make you have an allergic reaction like that.. He kept apologizing- over and over

- “Y/n- I’m so sorry.. I didn’t know you were allergic to that. I swear I’ll never cook it again, do you need anything? Water? I’ll get it for you! I’m sorry- you don’t have to forgive me- it’s completely my fault.”

- poor guy was ranting about how he doesn’t deserve you anymore 😭

- you had to reassure the man that it was alright, and that you turned out to be alright in the end!

- “No but seriously please don’t cook that again I think I almost died.” -you

- “IM SORRY Y/N IM SO SORRY-“ -Sanji

- bro is literally on his knees begging for forgiveness 💀

- zoro’s solution to anything health related would either be to sleep, drink, or take a shit

- stomach hurts? Take a shit

- feeling stressed? Take a shit

- need a break? Take a shit (copyrighted by zoro)

- he’s a tough guy, and he’s not very smart sometimes 💀

- but you love the marimo nonetheless 🫶

- he had just finished his 29th fight with Sanji today, and it was right on time for lunch

- you were amazed by how Sanji could argue and still try to kick zoro’s head off at the same time

- today, you felt oddly stiff and uncomfortable, were you getting sick?

- you didn’t start feeling under the weather until Sanji started cooking lunch… But you didn’t pay attention to that, you tried to press on and bare through it with a grin

- it got harder and harder, and your head started hurting next.

- “Your head hurts? Did you shit today?” -zoro

- “What the fuck does my shit have to do with my head zoro?”

- he’s dumb just leave him be

- of course he’s concerned for you, he just doesn’t know how to help you 👍

- he continued eating his lunch, and you managed to take a bite of yours after a couple minutes of mustering up the strength

- you couldn’t breathe

- you started panicking, grabbing zoro’s arm to tell him something’s wrong. This wasn’t just a cold- this was something BAD

- “Y/n? What the hell? You look horrible rn-“ -zoro (did he just insult you 😭)

- he finally realized that something was really wrong- and he started freaking out-

- he started slapping your back to try and get you to spit out the food- he thought you were maybe choking

- “Y/N? ARE YOU CHOKING? STOP CHOKING.” -zoro (wow zoro you’re so helpful 💀💀💀)

- you thought he’d be helpful? Yeah nah 😭

- bro was literally abusing your poor back, you swore he broke some kind of muscle back there

- chopper ran over, quickly inspecting you before deducing that it was an allergic reaction to the food

- “What the hell’s an allergy??” -zoro

- “It’s when people’s bodies don’t like a certain object or thing- it makes them cough or sneeze and maybe even does what it did to y/n.” -chopper

- Mosshead is so confused right now (he’s never been sick 💀)

- You started feeling better after chopper gave you some medicine to clear your system of the food.. And thank god- you felt so much better than before

- “Y/n you could’ve just shit out the food.” -zoro

- “I CANT SHIT ON COMMAND YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER-“

a/n - Luffy can’t count 💪

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[aphrodisiaxcunt]

My Favourite

Roommates fem!reader x Phillip Graves au

Content: Smut, kitchen sex, mention of age difference, reader 21!+ no younger :), bad accent writing, creampie, p in v

Word count: 1,7k

If people want, I can make a masculine version of this as well :3

You knew he was coming home today. You knew he would be exhausted, and you knew he would definitely be hungry. So here you were, a little over 2 hours into cooking because your roommate would be coming home from his mission. Some of your friends didn't understand why you'd be living with an older man as roommates, but to you, it was pretty clear. You needed a small rent, which he gave to you. You would simply pay for your own food and the room you slept in. He, on the other hand, needed someone to take care of the house when he was away for work. It was that simple. You were nearly done with dinner. You had vegetables and potatoes simmering on low heat in a pot, a casserole in the oven, and a cheesecake chilling in the fridge. You were right in the middle of washing your hands when you heard the familiar rattling of Phillips keys in the lock. A wide grin creeping onto your face as you rub the water off on your cliché 'Kiss The Cook' apron.

If you were honest, which you'd never actually be outside of your own head, you had started getting quite attracted to Phillip. He was gentle, caring, and nothing like the men your age. Phillip actually listened to your troubles and didn't immediately try to fix them. He would just listen and try to understand. Deep in your thoughts and biting your lower lip, you hadn't noticed Phillip walk to the kitchen before his arm was wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight to his side.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?" His voice is coy, and there's a smile painted on his face when he looks at you. You lean over the stove to lift up the lid of the veggie pot, checking in on them so you don't manage to burn them to the bottom. "I'm making a casserole, steamed veggies and then there's a surprise in the fridge~" Hearing your voice is like music to his ears, being home with a familiar face is a nice break for him after spending two months away from this. Away from you. Phillip rests his head atop of yours and takes in a deep breath, smelling your freshly shampooed hair. Blood rushes to your cheeks, covering your face in a pinkish blush.

"Got you somethin' sweetheart.." His words catch your attention. Every now and then, he brings you souvenirs from his work trips, and every time, it's a complete surprise what it could be. You can never guess if it'll be a sweet snack from a small ethnic store, a possible scam clothing from a street vendor, or a wood carving of your favourite animal. All of which you have gotten before from him. He removes his arm from your waist and takes out a small black box from his pocket, handing it to you. Your lips form a smile as you mutter a shy 'thank you' to him before opening the box. You pull a hand up to cover your mouth and let out a shocked gasp. Your eyes switch focus between his smiling face and the beautiful diamond necklace laid gently in the box.

"Are you serious?" Your voice comes out quiet as your eyes finally set on him. Phillip takes the box from your hands and picks the necklace carefully out from the cushion. He moves your hair to the side as his hands go around your throat to put the necklace around your neck. "What? Ya don't like it?" A teasing tone hidden in his voice as he leans down to your eye level. "No- I mean, yes, I love it -" you struggle to get your words out, muttering out scrambled explanations and holding his hands, trying to assure him it's perfect. Only when you realize his smirk and chuckling you shut your mouth in realisation that he knows what you meant and you just look down feeling a little stupid.

His hand gently caresses your neck over to your jaw and lifts it slightly up, making you look back at him. His eyes trail down your face to your lips before moving back to your eyes. Alright fuck it, you only live once. You pull him closer by his shirt and press your lips against his in a passionate kiss. It doesen't take him long to give back the same energy and pull you into a deeper kiss, hands traveling down your body and settling on your ass, giving it a squeeze and pressing himself up against you. Your arms quickly find their way around his neck and his hands find their way to the waistband of your shorts, shoving his hands down between the fabric and your skin. You let out a moan against his lips and stop the kiss to messily pull his shirt over his head, his toned and muscular body shouldn't be a surprise to you but it still makes you take a double look over his torso.

Suddenly, you feel his hands slip out from your shorts, planting onto your ass and picking you up to his waist. Your legs wrap around his body, and you lock your fingers together behind his neck. He starts attacking your jawline with kisses, and as he trailing them down your neck and towards your chest, it pulls a moan from your lips. Feeling secure again once Phillip sets you on the kitchen counter, he pulls you to the edge, and you feel his hands run up your thighs. "This alright hun?" He asks, his fingers tugging slightly at the edges of your shorts. You give him a quick nod and awkwardly shimmy your shorts off for him. His arms snake around your waist to untie the apron as the fabric of your shorts falls down your legs to the floor.

Phillip takes a step closer to the counter, taking his hard cock out of his slacks. You allow your arms to fall from his shoulders, and instead, you hold onto the edge of the counter for support. "Yer so good for me, aren't ya sugar.." His words make you spread your legs a bit more. He places a hand to your knee, making his way gently to your inner thighs. He runs his thumb over your slit through your panties and presses it against your sensitive clit, it makes your legs twitch and instinctively try to close up. His body between your legs is quick to put a stop to that motion. "Yes, sir.." Your voice is shaky. He leans closer to you and plants a comforting kiss against your lips before pulling back. Phillip takes a hold of your panties, pulling them to the side and dragging the hot tip of his cock through your wet folds. A groan escapes his throat, and he chuckles. One hand still holding onto your thigh. "Yer so wet, and I haven't even started.."

You grip the counter with everything you can muster, shaky breaths falling from your lips before his cock entering you pushes a gasp out of you. Putting your head back and closing your eyes as your pussy adjusts around his dick. You feel his position shift as he leans to kiss and nip the sensitive skin under your jaw before starting to slowly thrust up into you. Your head snaps back down, and your eyes shoot open to look at him. He grips your thighs, and his thrusts get faster while he looks at your face for your pretty reactions to his cock. You moan his name out desperately, making him fuck into you harder. "Ya want more, huh? 'S that so, baby?" You whine out a sickly sweet 'yes', and he pulls out of you. You cry out a whine, and you're about to start raining complaints on him, but before you're able to, he picks you up. Setting you back on the ground and turning you around before bending you over the countertop. You let out an embarrassing sound when he thrusts back into you, now his cock rubbing against your insides from a completely different angle. His hands move to grasp your hip dips, and his movements go up to an unfamiliar roughness. Fucking into your cunt like an animal in heat.

You plant your hands against the counter for support and let your head hang loose between your arms. You feel Phillip lean over your body and kiss your neck, whispering praises in your ear that your brain can't even comprehend right now. Your head feels heavy, and uncontrolled moans and whines make their way out of your mouth. Phillips breath on your nape feels hot, and your body starts slowly aching from tensing up due to his harsh thrusts. You buck your hips back against his thrusting, and your eyes go blurry. The pleasure is too much to take. Your legs try to close up at the knees as much as physically possible, and your pussy clenches around Phillips cock.

"Please- fuCk- Phillip, I'm close -.." Your voice comes out pathetic and desperate as you try to fuck yourself back on his cock. He kisses your cheek and hums out an affirmative 'mhm', dragging his hand down between your legs and starting to rub your clit. Thrusting into you harder, cock prodding at all your good spots like a cock molded just for you. Just for your pussy. Of course it doesn't long take for your orgasm to take over you, white seering pleasure covering your entire body like a blanket. Moaning out and tearing up as you tremble against the counter, trying to handle all of the pleasure. Phillip thrusts a few more times into you, hips stuttering as he cums as well, groaning quietly into your ear as he cums inside of you. He stops and buries himself as deep in your warm cunt as possible, kissing your neck and cheek with a smile on his face.

"Such a good fuckin' girl ain'tcha?" The praise makes you melt and you nearly fall to the ground when he pulls out. Holding onto the counter while he puts his dick back to his pants. You're about to turn to face him, but he picks you up bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. "Wait- I gotta finish making dinner.." You whine. "It's fine hun, let me finish it for ya.." He lies you down and brushes your damp hair off your face. "What's the surprise in the fridge, love?" He asks you, pulling the apron off of your body

"It's a cheesecake.." You say, looking up at him with loving eyes.

"Mm, my favourite~.."

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AHAHAA fuck finally, sorry I took so long I dyed my hair in the middle of writing this??? I've lately been obsessed with Graves he's so baby girl so ofc I had to write ab him :3 Hope yall love this as much as I love him. BYEEE AND xoxo♡♡

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[damazcuz]

HELLO

i am having top surgery less than 3 weeks from today (January 22, 2024.) this is as sudden to me as it is to you!

Earlier this week I tried talking to my insurance company about what I am going to pay for surgery. you may recall that at the end of 2023 they refused to give me a dollar amount. Unfortunately they refused again to tell me the number. Truly BCBS is the gift that continues to take and take and take. So I have no idea if I have enough saved to cover the cost of surgery (could be right on the money! could be less than I anticipated! could be twice as much! world's most nerve-wracking gashapon machine.)

I also just had my pre-operative appointment this morning and confirmed with my surgeon what I need in recovery. here is my beautiful amazon wishlist for post-op. if you think i will need something that is not on this list reach out to me, I might have bought it offline or I might not know.

IF you don't want to buy me something from amazon but you still want to help me get through this financially, you can send me a ko-fi to help cushion whatever cost i may not have anticipated, as well as the several days I will be without pay* post-surgery BEFORE my built-up time off can be used.

*my workplace's time off policy works in strange ways it's all kind of silly

my third and final request is for simple recipes. I need these because I'm not a very creative cook, and I need to meal prep the weekend of January 20 so that I don't starve and wither to nothing and blow away in the winds leaving nothing but dust. send me a resippy! tell me how to cook! tell me how to make something that's tasty or at least palatable. i don't like pork and struggle with beef but i'll gladly eat chicken and fish. and fruits and vegetables.

so basically that's it, but also thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support over the past few months especially. this site has its ups and downs and good and bad but i think basically there's a lot of good kind people in the world and some of them are you.

if you can share this please do! I appreciate it a lot.

Links again:

#signal boost #mutual aid

[cherryjuiceblues]

maybe demonrry with a knife kink i feel like itd fit his vibe idkkkk

✰ demon!harry suggestive content. knife kink. minors dni. 𝑤𝑐 0.7k ッ vanilla lime masterlist

“What are you makin’?” Y/N leans her cheek against the palm of her hand, elbows digging into the table as she watches Harry’s fingers curl around the knife’s handle. The light bounces from the blade to his rings, glinting as he works nimbly.

“Vegetable lasagne,” he murmurs—unsurprised by her presence. He’d heard the change in her heartbeat, the creak of the sofa, and the shuffling of her feet along the floor. “Can you get me the garlic? Thanks, love.”

She settles her bum against the edge of the table, watching from a distance, gaze still focused on the capability of his hands. “Harry…” 

“Mmm,” he hums—unquestioning.

“Why do you cook?” It’s something she’s wondered before but never asked.

Harry presses the flat edge of the knife against the garlic, squishing until it turns to mush. His forearms flex. “Got a hungry lady to feed, don’t I?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, catching the grin he throws her way. “But… you could just snap your fingers. Why go through all the effort?”

He reaches for a peeled carrot and starts chopping it, and then dicing it. “I’ve had a long time to perfect many different art forms, Bambi… and cooking happens to be one that I enjoy.”

Y/N wonders what other art forms he’s perfected that involve knives and sharp objects alike. What kind of art he could make with that blade right there. “You look good,” she admits, “when you cook.”

Harry laughs at that, “Did y’just compliment me?” He turns to look at her briefly. “What do you want, what are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” she says—far too abruptly.

“Yes, y’are. C’mon, what is it you’re drooling over now?”

Her jaw drops, “I don’t drool.” She’s insistent, dismayed.

He smiles so knowingly. “Heartbeat gives you away every time, baby.”

He’s being sweet with the pet names; trying to lure her in—break down her walls. Confess, he may as well be whispering into her ear. The knife shimmers like an extension of his own hand. The damage he could inflict, the power he could wield. The fact of her safety despite such facts—heat starts to swarm in Y/N’s abdomen.

Harry’s brain whirs away; silently monitoring the uptick of her heart when he does certain things. Places the knife down, stirs the sauce, peels an onion, picks the knife up, puts it down again.

He smiles to himself. And then he’s in front of Y/N, table screeching slightly against the floor, the knife’s tip pointing underneath her chin. She shrieks and her heart starts to struggle inside of her chest—begs to escape from her ribs. “It couldn’t be this, could it, sweetheart?” Harry’s low voice drips like arousal between her thighs.

Y/N shakes her head. “Be careful with—that!” But it’s a null comment, a pointless suggestion. There’s not a single ounce of genuine fear; just pure adrenaline.

“My little human wants to be carved up, hm?”

“No! God, no,” Y/N exhales, neck straining as far back as it can reach with the way Harry’s thick body presses her into the edge of the table. “Not—not carved,” she swallows.

“Not carved,” Harry repeats, twisting his wrist slowly. Admiring the shape of the blade, the shine of the steel. “But nicked, maybe. Caressed?” He brings it down, tapping the point against her collarbone. She gasps. “Scared. She wants to be scared. Powerless against the bad man with the knife… is that it? Is that…what you want?”

“May—maybe,” she gulps, tongue thick in her mouth—eyes fixed on Harry’s inky ones and lashes desperately fluttering.

“Mm,” he hums, smile nothing short of sadistic. “My little freak of a girl,” blade flattening against her cheek, pushing ever so lightly into the flesh. He holds it there as his stare bores into Y/N’s own—feeling this new game out, testing the waters, bathing in them.

But then it disappears abruptly, and Harry steps back, analysing the knife with faux interest. He turns away from her, rinsing it under the tap before he resumes slicing vegetables. Y/N inhales shakily, pushing herself onto the table with weak muscles.

“Harry,” she whispers—half whine, half whimper.

He looks round with a charming smile, so easily an innocent man once again, “Be a good girl and sit tight,” he says, “I’ll decide if you deserve it.”

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[nymphie66]

God Bless America pt 2

Part One

Part Three

Author's notes: due to the slightest positive reaction I'm back on my bullshit again, you're welcome??

Soldier boy x f!Supe reader

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, minors dni - for your own sake, pregnant women get horny too sometimes, dark fic, ben trying to assert dominance - too bad he's a bit of a simp for reader, mentions of a wedding, haven't ramped up to full smut yet but there's always time for that ;)

Find part one here xoxoxo

"Going to the chapel and we're gonna get married.." Ben sang quietly between sips of his beer - he had recently learned that smoking, was not in fact good for your health, let alone the baby's. He carried on cooking, ignoring your struggle against your restraints. The power-subduing cuffs still gracing your wrists, the gag pulled tight against your mouth. You were tied to the kitchen chair, a plate of chicken, potatoes and veg in front of you - whether you wanted it or not, you were going to eat it. It was good for you and the baby after all. Ben sat opposite you with his own plate of bacon, sausage and egg - an American meal for an American man. He looked at you with such content, such joy, he had you, right where he wanted you, all you had to do was comply. "So, baby, you gonna behave or what?"

You stilled, and nodded your head, you didn't need to be honest just no longer gagged and bound. Ben smiled and walked over, removing the gag and untying the rope that bound your arms to the chair. Although still cuffed you could now move your hands to pick up a knife and fork and eat - if you wanted to.

You quickly swallowed the excess saliva that had formed because of the gag and tried not to glare at him. Instead, you just bowed your head looking down at the plate of food. It was bland, the chicken unseasoned and the potatoes looked pale and meek, the vegetables practically soggy over how overcooked they were. Ben never was a good cook.

"Eat up, my son has to get his protein somehow." Ben told you as he took his seat opposite you.

"What about your daughter?" You posed, slowly taking a fork and pushing the mushy carrot around your plate in masked disgust. You knew of Ben's less-than-modern views, but you weren't afraid of them. In fact, you revelled in proving him wrong, in putting him in his place, it often led to more than favourable situations, situations that got you in the predicament that you were in right now.

"She'll need her protein too, to keep up with her old man of course," Ben responded with a smile, and you were at least somewhat comforted by the fact he didn't just ridicule the thought of having a daughter. "Though if she's anything like her mother, she'll be enough to keep me on my toes."

You couldn't help but laugh, an empty one, but a laugh nonetheless. It seemed to encourage him, that you were happy right now, happy to make conversation with him. When in reality you were just waiting, waiting for an opportunity to break free of the cuffs and give him hell.

"You're going to look so pretty in a wedding dress. Fucking divine." Ben commented before taking another sip of his beer, his eyes hungrily darting across your form. You averted your eyes, your heart beating faster under his watch. You were well aware that without your powers, Ben could very much just take what he wanted, and what he wanted right now was evident.

"You are going to have to practice your vows y'know, practice being committed to me till death do us part. No more hotel flings, honey." You told him sourly, and you could see him recoil. You took satisfaction in that and happily stabbed a piece of chicken before putting it in your mouth and chewed laboriously, it wasn't just the vegetables he overcooked.

"Hey, I told you I'm sorry for that, okay? It's never going to happen again, this, this changes things." Ben tried to assure you, pointing his fork at you accusingly, as if it was your fault for taking issue for such a matter.

"Oh so our baby is enough, but I wasn't? I get it Ben." You retorted, finally being able to swallow the driest piece of chicken you have ever had in your life. Ben slammed his hand down onto the table and you would have flinched, if you weren't so used to his dramatics.

"What is it going to take for you to believe me? Huh? I'm marrying you for god's sake-"

"-not by choice, can I add. Don't pretend that your decision to marry me is nothing but you trying to absolve yourself of your guilt or Vought's efforts in damage control." You practically spat, throwing your fork down, for the baby or not, you couldn't put yourself through another mouthful of that godforsaken chicken.

Ben violently stood up from the table and leaned across to you, taking issue with the smile that blossomed across your lips from his agitation. He grabbed your face with his hand and he forced you to look at him. "I am marrying you because I love you. And you love me. And my baby will be loved."

You took particular exception with his declaration that the baby was his, considering you were the one throwing up every morning, and it was messing with your hormones. You used your bound hands to lunge at his throat, and he quickly forced them back down with a brutish strength. To his detriment of course, as from the force of his actions, the cuffs broke against the table. No longer intact and no longer efficient in subduing your powers.

Ben seemed to realise his mistake and quickly retreated backwards, his hands flown up in a surrendering motion. You gasped as your powers returned to you, coursing through you in a form of ecstasy that rivalled anything else. Your eyes glowed in a surge of pure power and you turned to Ben with nothing less than an evil smile. Your powers matched his on a good day, but with this sudden resurgence and hormonal rage, he was putty in your hands - and he knew it.

"Ben, honey, how much did you say you loved me again?" You drawled, running a hand through your hair as you stalked towards him. All caution thrown to the wind, you were on an unparalleled high from days of withdrawal from your powers. Ben stalled and steadied himself against the kitchen counter. "And our baby of course."

"Tonnes, doll, tonnes. Only one for me." Ben quickly tried to assure you, he knew that considering his recent actions, woman or not, you were going to beat his ass, but you just laughed. Usually, he would mock those pussy-ass men who cowered in front of their woman, their bitch. But with the look in your eye, it was just pure survival at this point.

"Those are just words, Ben! Words!" You shouted at him, a hand remaining possessively on your stomach as you continued to walk towards him. "I need more than words Ben, we need more than words. Especially if we're going to get married."

Ben seemed to relax slightly at your concession of a wedding, but he did not at all fall for the bait of a false sense of security. "What do you want?"

"I want them dead. All of them." You responded starkly, your body close to his. Blame the hormones, blame the power rush, but you knew what you wanted. Your mouth then hovered over his ear. "Every bitch that you've bedded, every fling that's screamed your name, I want their head on a goddamn stick, their hearts in a fucking chocolate box. Call it an engagement present."

Ben swallowed thickly and nodded his head, it would be a long list but he was willing to do it, if it meant getting you back, if it meant getting the family he always wanted. You pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes, your head tilting in morbid contentment. Your eyes flickered down to his lips, and you pressed a harsh kiss against his lips. Your arms looping around his neck, your hand tangling in his hair.

Ben seemingly determined to regain some sort of control over the situation, swiped his tongue over your bottom lip before biting it when you didn't grant him access to your mouth. You gasped and allowed it, tugging on his hair violently in acknowledgement of his action. The two of you then engaged in a battle of dominance, that resulted in you getting put on the kitchen counter, thighs spread apart as you felt his hardening cock press against your core. But if Ben thought that he was getting his way, he was wrong.

With a determined shove to his chest, Ben stumbled backwards and looked at you with betrayed eyes. You wiped his saliva from your lip with your thumb and hopped off the counter. Striding towards him before putting a hand on his shoulder and the other grabbing his jaw.

"Sort out the affairs, and until then be grateful that I'm even touching you right now." With that, you released your grip, slapped his cheek lightly and walked off.

"Fucking woman." Ben huffed flipping the table in a fit of anger as he followed your leaving form. The food spilling across the room. You were right, you were always right, and it pissed him off. But that's why he loved you, he supposed, you never gave in to his bullshit beliefs and challenged him at every turn. Which is exactly why he wanted to bend you over, and the fuck the life out of you until all you could say was his name. But that wasn't going to happen until he sorted out those women. Seems like he had some work to get to.

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[berry-club]

- Hot & cold -

Minors dni

Contains: afab reader x wonbin, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, 1.5k words

You've found a job as a barista in a coffee shop inside a prestigious hotel. It was a renowned hotel so of course working here wouldn't be easy but the pay made up for it. On your first day, you were so happy to see that you had a colleague your age, but you quickly realised he was gonna be your nightmare. Everytime you made a mistake he was basically telling you how dumb you were, and how you should just quit if you were just gonna mess up everything. He had the face of an angel, so it was no surprise clients loved him, especially women, and he knew that well. He always used his charm on the clients to make sure they buy more than they should, but despise that, Wonbin was very diligent about his work. Always working seriously, making every cup of coffee with the most care. After a week, you became much better at your job, but you still made some mistakes and you still had a lot to learn. This time, a client ordered an intricate latte art, one that you still struggled with, but you decided to do your best anyway. You prepare everything and before you start pouring the cream, the client speaks to you.

"You're really pretty you know, which time do you get off work?"

"Sorry it's against the hotel policy to keep contacts with customers."

That was obviously a lie but you needed to be the nicest possible to the clients.

"They don't need to know honey."

Obviously the middle aged man wouldn't get a clue. You try to think of something to say while you stare at the cup of coffe that you desperately want to throw at him, when you hear a set of footsteps behind you. Wonbin gently pushes you to the side and smiles at the client.

"Excuse me mister, I heard your order and I must say, my colleague just started working here and can't do that order yet, let me do it for you."

The client agrees and Wonbin starts skillfully making the latte art. Sure you hated how he scolded you, but something about the way he made the coffe, in his white buttoned shirt and black apron was mesmerizing. Even the client was in awe, Wonbin puts the cup in front of the man while tilting his head showing you to get away from his sight while he's distracted. You go in the kitchen to wait for a bit, after some times Wonbin comes back to you.

"He left, now get back to work."

Of course, Wonbin was still the same as usual.

"Yes, thank you."

After some time passes, you ended up being really good at your job, Wonbin had no more reasons to yell at you, but somehow he always had something bad to tell you. Even with that terrible personality, you've often found yourself looking at him, sometimes even making awkward eye contacts. Most of the times when you looked at him, you saw him flirting with the clients in full prince charming mode. This time when he came back to the bar after flirting, you wanted to get back at him for all the hard time he puts you through.

"I wonder what those women would say if they knew you were a jerk." His eyesbrows frowned and he looked visibly pissed.

"If you have time talking it means you don't do your job correctly."

You let out a chuckle seeing him so annoyed by your comment, later the boss came to ask you two stay late to close the shop which you both agreed on. When everyone left you decided to eat in the kitchen before leaving, to your surprise, wonbin said he would cook.

"Are you gonna do a vendetta on me for calling you a jerk and poison my food?"

"Trust me if I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead."

"I don't know if that's a good thing or not."

He smirks as he takes all the ingredients and starts chopping some vegetables. You sit at the counter behind him and watch his back, his long hair was falling gracefully on his shoulders, his apron was hugging his waist, making his shoulders look even larger. The back of his apron was open making you see his perfect ass in his tight pants, it's a sight you couldn't get sick of even if you tried. You could probably watch him cook for hours, every one of his mouvements was perfect and full of convidence. You could definitely see why so many costumers were head over heels for him. While you're lost in thoughts, you hear the clink of his knife being put down and you see him turn around, closing the distance between you and leaning over you until his face is just a few centimeters away from yours.

"I can feel your gaze, why do you stare so much for?"

"N-nothing." Your voice came out way higher then you wanted it to be, but seeing his plump pink lips from so close was making your head spin, thinking about how good they must feel on yours.

"I wanted to keep you for dessert but, oh well."

Wonbin grabs your head, exposing your neck before kissing it.

"What are you doing!?"

"Come on, you've been looking at me everyday like I'm a piece of meat."

Ugh, busted, Wonbin grabs you with ease and puts your ass on the iron counter.

"Eeeek! it's cold."

"Trust me, you won't be cold for too long."

Wonbin puts his tongue in your mouth without  even a warning, things went so fast, your mind goes blank. His actions are so rough you don't have time to anticipate anything, but somehow you liked that. As he told you before, your body was already boiling hot and you already didn't felt the cold of the counter anymore. He rolls his tongue deep in your mouth, not even giving you time to breath. You feel his hands all over you, your breast, your waist, your thigh before you feel him lifting your skirt and sliding his hand in your panty,

"You're already soaked."

"Shut up" you try your best to sound mean, but your voice just sounds pleading.

You put your hands around his neck as he slides a finger in while putting his thumb on your clit. You always wondered if he was skillful in bed just as much as he was in the kitchen, and now you got your answer. The man you despised for yelling at you was making you fold under his touch like it was nothing. Wonbin looks at you as he slides a second finger in, you close your eyes and he starts going back and forth, when you suddenly feel a sharp pain in your neck.

"OUCH! Don't bite me!"

"It's your fault for looking so apetizing."

Maybe you would be more mad at him if he didn't look this good right now. The kitchen lights would make anyone look bad but somehow, he could still pull that off. He keeps moving his fingers in and out, sometimes bending them, making all sorts of sloppy noises while he watches your face blush, as you try so hard to hold back your voice. He looks at you like an hungry beast, the prince charming was long gone, but you liked this wonbin more anyway. He slows down the pace and you take this opportunity to put your hands on his back, untying the knot of his apron before unzipping his pants. He suddenly grabs your shoulders and turns you around, making you lie on your stomack before you could even take a look at his cock. In the blink of an eye you feel the cold air on your ass, realising your skirt was now resting on your ankles. His hands were grabbing your waist firmly, his hard dick was playfully running over your pussy and slapping your ass cheeks, he clearly knew how to make you eager for him.

"Do it already."

"I can't understand what you want if you don't tell me clearly."

You could hear his cocky smile in his voice.

"Put it in."

"Good enough."

His whole dick slides right in with ease like you were made for him. He thrusts inside you quickly making it now impossible to even think about holding back your voice. Your whole body slides back and forth over the counter. He grabs your arms and pulls them making you arch your back as he keeps thrusting deep inside you. Your vision gets blurry and your back pushes against his body, he drops your arms to cup your breast in his hands. He wished he could just rip out your shirt to touch them bare, but you would have trouble explaining to your boss what happened to your uniform. You weren't the type to be loud in bed, and yet wonbin has you screaming his name and beg for him. You grab the side of the counter as he keeps pounding hard making you gasp for air while he doesn't even break a sweat. His body presses harder against your back and you feel his dick throbbing against your clenching walls. You hear his groans until you feel his hot cum releasing in you, he moves his hips slowly but deeply before removing himself from you. You feel his cum seep out from your slit, while he casualy puts his clothes back on before he calmly says.

"I can focus on making dinner now."

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[turtletaubwrites]

Parted Lips

This SFW oneshot was inspired by This Post by @hufflefluffy about how Sanji would be with someone who struggles with eating such as with sensory issues, eating disorders, etc.

That post made me so happy, so I wrote this fic about Sanji helping his crewmate who has severe chronic TMJ pain.

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1734

Ao3 Link

Summary: Sanji has made another meal just for you, but it's still too painful to eat. You open up to Sanji about your jaw pain, and he offers to help you work through it

Rating/Warnings: SFW, Fluff, Angst, they aren't together yet but there's tension, and it is mildly suggestive, Mostly just sweet Sanji being a lovely human, Chronic Pain, TMJ Disorder, Difficulties with eating such as chewing and appetite, Grief

A/N: I've been struggling with this, and this past year has been awful. Sometimes I couldn't even eat soft cheese. I'm so lucky that my partner is very much like Sanji, and has learned to cook things for me that I can enjoy, and held my hand through this. I hope we can all find that kind of support for our pain. 💜💜

“Mm, this smells amazing, Sanji.”

The bowl of stew he’d placed before you had your mouth watering the scent of the meat and spices making pleasant chills run over your skin. 

Sanji smiled as he sat across from you, and the sight of his own matching bowl made you frown. 

“Why are you having mine?”

“Oh, ma chérie, are you hungry enough for more tonight, I can make something else.”

With a heavy sigh, you leaned away, your small appetite growing smaller at your sour mood. 

“You know what I mean, Sanji. You don’t have to eat what I eat.”

His soft eyes made you tense up, reaching up to massage your cheeks.

“There’s nothing wrong with what you have to eat, Y/N. At least I hope not. Will you calm this poor chef’s nerves, and let me know how it tastes? 

Swallowing your self pity, you reached for the spoon.

Probably the only utensil I’ll ever be able to use now.

Your hand spasmed around the metal slightly, and you felt Sanji’s eyes on your every move.

“Sanji, can you please not stare at me while I eat?”

“Oh, um. Of course, sweetheart, sorry.”

He turned his face down to his own bowl, and you steeled yourself.

It smells so good.

You filled your spoon, not taking too much, but making sure to have a piece of meat and carrot.

Very small pieces.

The meat was so tender, the flavors overwhelming you. 

It had been so difficult to enjoy food, but Sanji’s cooking was bringing your love back.

But that almost made it worse sometimes.

Even with how small the bites of meat and vegetables were, how wonderfully tender, it was still enough chewing to make you sore. You knew if you ate the whole bowl, you would be hurting. It had been a bad week.

“It’s delicious, Sanji. Thank you so much.”

You couldn’t keep your voice from cracking, and his brows tensed as he set down his spoon. 

“Is it too much, darling?”

You sat back, heat building in your throat as you started massaging your jaw. 

“I don’t want to eat puréed food for the rest of my life.

It was such a dumb sentence. It sounded pathetic. But the weight of it fell down on you, crushing your joy.

Sanji reached out, your skin tingling as his hand touched yours, pulling it away from your face to hold it. He squeezed it gently, and his soft skin was soothing, even through your frustration.

“I know what it is to be hungry, Y/N. I won’t let you suffer like this. No matter what it takes, I will find food that nourishes and satisfies you. Please let me help you.”

Hot tears welled in your eyes, and you swallowed, trying to push them down. 

“What else can I do?”

Looking away from his pleading eyes, you stared into your bowl of stew, the small pieces taunting you. 

Your hands reached up to rub at the sore muscles again. 

“Does massaging your jaw help with the pain? I could… Would you feel comfortable letting me touch your face?”

Breath catching, you felt tingles go over your skin.

Is he just trying to touch me? Does he really care, or is this just him…

The thought felt sour as you looked at his earnest face. Sanji was always flirting with you, but he flirts with all the girls, with every woman he meets. You didn’t think he was serious about being interested in you, so you had tried not to think about him that way. You weren’t always successful.

But he was also one of the kindest people you’d ever met. You set your hesitation aside, and took the cook’s offer.

Sanji came around the table now, facing you as he sat in the chair beside you. Your breath was still too light, and you started pinching your fingers in your lap, fidgeting as he moved close to you.

A small gasp escaped you as his warm fingers touched your cheeks. His skin was so amazingly soft, and your eyes fluttered shut as he started to lightly press in circles along your jaw. 

“Does this feel alright?”

You nodded with a small sigh, then guided his fingers with yours, showing him what you needed.

It felt so much better with his touch than your own, and you let yourself relax into it for a few minutes. 

Sanji kept going as he cleared his throat softly, bringing your attention to his face. 

“What are other things we can do to help you, love?”

You had to breathe, bringing yourself back to the moment. 

“Uh, sometimes icing it can help on bad days. There are exercises too, but it’s hard to remember until it gets bad. Then I can’t do them because it hurts too much.”

“Is there an exercise that isn’t as painful,” Sanji asked, his voice just as soothing as his fingers.

It took you another minute to respond as you melted under his touch.

“Yeah, um. I just always forget. It’s not really an exercise. I need to focus on my posture.”

“You have lovely posture.”

“Thank you,” you said with a laugh, not surprised that he would have noticed that about you. “I know I do. I’ve worked hard on it to help reduce the pain. Seems like it’s really paid off.”

Sanji gave a small frown at the light tone you tried to use with your sarcasm.

“What else, gorgeous?”

His soft hands cupping your face while he used that word made you feel dizzy. How can he make me feel like that with just his voice?

You didn’t want him to stop massaging you, but you moved his hands away. 

“Just this.”

Sanji’s gaze was drawn to your lips as they parted, and he stared for a moment before meeting your eyes again. 

“I’m sorry, dear. What is the next exercise?”

“Not an exercise. More posture. I’m supposed to stay like this as often as I can remember.” 

He stared at your lips again as you gestured to them. 

“My tongue is meant to touch the top of my mouth, and my lips should be slightly parted, as often as I can remember,” you explained, your voice trembling more with each word. 

“I hate it, how am I supposed to remember to do it? And if I do, I just have to live with my mouth open all the time? And what if it doesn’t help? Nothing ever helps-”

Sanji cupped your face again, making you gulp as stinging tears finally started falling. 

He brushed them away with his thumbs, and you felt your lips quivering as his face got closer. His eyes were pouring over your features, and it made you shiver.

“San-”

“You don’t have to carry this alone anymore, Y/N. I’ll help you, whatever you need.”

Your eyes clenched shut, sending a wave of tears down as you tried not to sob. All the pain, all the frustration was wearing you down. 

It seemed so trivial. But not being able to eat Sanji’s amazing food, losing your appetite when you thought of what you could eat, watching the crew laugh together over their meals, it made it all harder. 

You had stopped eating with the crew for a while now, with Sanji joining you after meals. But you felt sick with guilt when you couldn’t finish the food he’d worked so hard on for you. 

“May I hug you, ma belle?” 

Nodding, you let him pull you into his arms. You wanted to stop, to push this aside. It’s not that big of a deal, get over it. 

The biting thoughts that plagued you were finally ignored as you breathed in Sanji’s comforting scent. As you let yourself weep, you sobbed onto his shoulder while he drew comforting shapes along your back. 

He let you cry, and you realized that you were grieving. All the pain you’d bottled up was grief. Grief for all the things you couldn’t do, couldn’t enjoy because your body wouldn’t let you. The pain you ignored everyday until it became so sharp that you couldn’t ignore it. 

The days when you had to stop yourself from laughing with your crew because it hurt too much to open your mouth. 

Feeling it all washing over you, you clung to him, gripping his dress shirt in your fingers. 

Your sobs were loud and painful, but you couldn’t stop them if you tried. You had never let yourself feel all of this, all at once. It was like a dam had been breached, and Sanji was holding you, anchoring you so you wouldn’t be swept away. 

“I’m so sorry you have to carry this, darling. You shouldn't have to.”

He stroked your hair as his soft words started coming through your sobs. Your breathing began to slow, and you felt strange, not quite here. Still hurting, but relieved. 

Sitting back, his hands seemed reluctant to let you slip away. 

You were grateful that he wasn’t smiling. His brows were tensed slightly, and he tilted his head in soft concern. 

“Please come to me with this, Y/N. You don’t need to suffer in silence anymore. I won’t allow it.”

You gave a choked laugh as the corner of his mouth twitched up, and you were surprised that you were ready for the smile so soon. 

“Thank you so much, Sanji.”

You gripped his hands, squeezing his fingers as your breathing kept slowing down. He took one hand away to touch your chin gently. 

“Anytime, my love. I’m going to whip you up something delicious, alright?”

Nodding, your skin was still tingling as his thumb traced along your jaw.

“I’m going to be your reminder from now on, is that okay?”

It took you a second to understand, but you remembered your exercises.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Perfect. Now while I cook, I want you to hold your tongue at the roof of your mouth, and let your lips be slightly parted.”

You smiled at him before you obeyed, and then you watched his eyes seem to burn as they watched your lips part. 

Your breath hitched as Sanji’s thumb traced over your lower lip, delicious heat running through your body at his gentle touch. 

“I’ll help you remember now, ma chérie. Your lips look too beautiful like this for me to forget.”

Thank You for Reading! 💜

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope that you have someone like Sanji to support you through your pain 💜

Buy me a coffee ☕🙏🏼

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[ohbrightnewday]

Mean Girls food preference hcs

I have a fun time making silly mundane hcs. I copy and pasted these, then changed a little, from the discord server.

Cady: Enjoy chicken wings so much more than anyone would assume she does. They’re so messy, but they’re so good. Other than that, she mostly enjoys anything. Preference for meat with a meal and really likes cake, not the biggest fan of vegetables of any kind, but will eat them if she Has to. Hates buffets. Fucking hates buffets. Also loves the most random insane candy Janis can find for her to try, unless it’s sour, won’t eat sour food.

Janis: Favourite food is burgers with everything on them, really likes salad vegetables on the burgers and sauces. She loves diner-style food, so milkshakes and fries too. Enjoys very sweet drinks, says she likes black coffee but her favourite is frappes that barely have any coffee in them. Probably drinks an excess of monster energy too. Also cannot cook even a little bit. Unless it’s noodles.

Damian: Loves pizza but will mostly eat anything. He and Janis go to a specific diner all the time and it’s theirs and they always order the same thing. He’s similar in preference to Janis with drinks, but doesn’t like coffee and chocolate together. Often has candy bars or granola bars or little bags of candy in his bag at any given time for either himself, Janis or Cady.

Regina: Canonically likes cheese fries. These are the only things she’d eat in school. Mostly sticks to salads when she’s out with other people for a long time until she’s more comfortable. Enjoys yoghurts but not Greek yoghurt because it just doesn’t taste right. Drinks iced coffees with occasional sugar free vanilla syrup. Enjoys frozen fruit over non-frozen fruit as a little treat. Struggles a lot with eating enough and never has good food in the house because of her mom.

Karen: Very sensory seeking when it comes to foods and loves things that have texture to them. So she eats a lot of salads with iceberg lettuce, baby carrots etc. Enjoys candy a lot too, but nothing that’s too sticky or sticks to her mouth like caramel. Hates pastas that aren’t al dente or rawer and cannot stand lasagne ever at all. If the sauce is too much, she won’t eat it. Doesn’t really enjoy coffee or any hot drinks, but sometimes might drink a milkshake.

Gretchen: Really loves pasta. Loves pasta so much. She especially loves white sauces over marinara type sauce and eats it with garlic bread or breadsticks. Gets cesear salads often, but isn’t actually the biggest fan of them, she just eats them. Not a big drinker of sweet drinks and coffee makes her more anxious, but she still drinks it if she has to. Probably enjoys iced herbal teas when she gets around to trying them. Snacks mostly on plain nuts and bland chips, foods with too much flavour make her feel too much sometimes.

Aaron: Bland. He eats soups a lot, they’re easy to make and easy to eat. As well as grilled cheeses, sometimes some plain pasta and cheese, and he orders lasagna when he’s out. Quite good at cooking, but not great at baking, but he will make chocolate chip cookies sometimes. Mostly drinks water and occasionally coke or hot coffee, doesn’t drink it cold. Much like Gretchen, too strong of flavours make him feel too much. Sticks just to crackers if things are really bad because other food will make him nauseous.

Idk why I haven’t posted these before, it’s not solid hcs, it’s just the general vibes of what they enjoy. Feel free to ask for elaboration!

#mean girls #im not tagging each character individually lol #I do have justified choices of why for all of these btw :)

[transmascutena]

Favorite Utena & Anthy domestic hcs?

sorry this took a while to answer, i've been pretty busy! not all of these are necessarily domestic, just general hcs about their future, hope that's alright :)

they live in an apartment full of plants (no roses) and they dream of one day getting a small house with a garden in the backyard.

they learn how to cook and both really enjoy it. they use their own home-grown herbs and spices, and when they one day do get that garden, they'll grow vegetables too.

anthy attends a local university studying 5 different things at the same time because she likes to learn and keep busy. she also has a million different hobbies, her favorites of which are writing poetry (she has at least one very ciritcally aclaimed collection published), painting (she often asks utena to model for her) and gardening (again, no roses)

utena refuses to ever go to school again and works instead. i don't really know as what but i think it'd be funny if she was a car mechanic. she isn't able to play sports for a long time due to her injury, but she eventually takes up fencing as a hobby (she's unsure of it at first, but realizes that despite everything, she did genuinely enjoy swordfighting. and she has always admired juri's skill and technique.)

they have a car (pink, of course, though utena wonders why it has to be that particular color. anthy just brushes it off as it being her favorite and utena indulges her) that they'll occasionally go on road trips in. anthy loves driving and travelling, the ability to go anywhere. she's been all over the world before reuniting with utena and their goal is to visit all the places she stayed, together. she's also an incredibly reckless driver and utena always kind of fears for her life whenever they go anywhere. but in like a fun way

one day anthy brings home a stray cat that she named nanami. utena protests to this half-heartedly but inevitably agrees. nanami and chu-chu have a fierce rivalry over utena and anthy's affection, even though they both get plenty

they still hold hands every night when falling asleep, but they're sharing a bed and are right-side up from each other now :)

it's not perfect. they both struggle with love and trust after everything. sometimes anthy will bottle up everything she's feeling until she snaps, or sometimes utena will snap first out of frustration. they always feel bad and apologize and cry after a fight, but there's just a whole lot of pain and guilt and betrayal in their past, and not all of it goes away just because they're free of akio.

#i love you people who send me asks that allow me to ramble about these two <3 #revolutionary girl utena #headcanons #utena #anthy #asks #utena and anthy #m #don't be afraid of this world where we'll meet

[kingshovelbug]

Hello! I hope this is not a weird question, but how do you deal with ADHD and buying/having vegetables? Because I swear every single batch I bought goes moldy because I keep forgetting about it! >^<

dont worry its not! i really really struggled to eat fresh food for awhile because i would forget about it. and then feel awful because i was wasting money. it actually took until recently for me to find a system that works for me to beef up my veggie consumption lol

so i would say the biggest things that helped are where they are in the fridge, what vegetables i buy, loosely planning out meals and knowing how to throw shit together sea fairing cook style

1) my vegetables arent in the crisper drawer where theyre “supposed to be” they are in plain sight on the first shelf and i look at them anytime i open the fridge. tbh im not sure that crisper drawers do what they say that they do since theres like a whole veggie section on this shelf and they keep fine lol. sort of in line with this is that i keep the produce in the bags they come in so that i can also read the word of what the vegetable actually is and see it visual of it

2) it might be limiting depending on what vegetables you like but i only buy regularly buy veggies that last. my usual stock are different varieties of peppers, onions, cabbage, potatoes (im counting as a vegetable), and carrots. leafy greens and soft veggies like mushrooms, squash, and cucumbers go bad really fast especially if you cut into them

3) you dont need to do it every day or even every week but if im craving something specific that does go bad quickly then ill do a loose meal plan for that week to make sure that i use it up. so say im craving spinach and mushrooms. after i get back from the store ill write on the fridge a list of things i need to make to use them up like a spinach feta omelette, wilted spinach as a side for something and mushroom stir fry

4) this takes a little bit of practice but even if you do everything right stuff can still go bad. but if you have recipes that work for almost everything vegetable then as stuff looks like it could be turning you can cook it before it actually gets gross. like roasting vegetables in the oven with olive oil, salt and pepper as a side to some protein. or a quick stir fry. those are easy oh shit this needs made now meals

theres also frozen or canned veggies but i dont like the texture of those. i know some people do though so thats worth a try!

#asks #long post

[mags-writes]

Sunlight || Part II

Summary: frank helps out in the kitchen

Series Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical swearing, first time writing x reader, no use of y/n, no beta readers we die like ray nadeem

Pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

Authors Note: Short but steamy

PROLOGUE/MASTERLIST || PART I || PART II || PART III

Frank, in under 2 weeks, had picked up your morning routine whereas Matt was still struggling with the little details after a month.

He had your coffee out and ready for you to assemble, he got everything out of the fridge that you both ate in the morning and in return, you had started packing both men's lunches. When Frank came home one day, laying a kiss on your temple and thanking you for the note you left in there ("thanks sweetheart"), Matt had turned to you with a frown and asked why he didn't get a note in his lunches. Frank gave a sarcastic reply in return ("you're blind, dipshit"), and in all honesty, you hadn't come up with an excuse until that moment. And secretly Frank hoped you would keep doing it just for him.

You were a sweet little thing to him. Always ready to greet him with a smile and something funny on the tip of your tongue. He ensured that sleeping on the couch you worked on during the day didn't get in your way. His military training kicking in with waking up well before you and folding up everything to put in the corner as silently as possible. It was the third week of his stay that you finally had a night to yourselves, Matt going out for drinks with Foggy and Karen for a celebration of some sort. You turned it into a movie night with a home-cooked meal. You got him helping in the kitchen, mindlessly chattering about something you were researching before Frank felt compelled to speak up.

"Can I ask you somethin'?" You stopped your stirring momentarily to look at Frank.

"Yeah, anything." You answered easily. So easily. So trusting.

"When we first met, you joked that I talked and smiled." He stopped his chopping, putting the knife to the side for a second as he set you with a questioning gaze. "Am I really that bad where you're from?"

"He talks to Matt, I'm sure of it. Considering Matt's his lawyer." You answered lightly. Frank noticed how when he came up in conversation there was always a very clear distinction between him and the other Frank. Other Frank was hardly around, a tornado of a man who came to New York to kill people and then left again, always at odds with Daredevil. "He just never does to me. It's all grunts."

"Never?"

"Is it bad I used to have a bit of a crush on him?" You asked, cutely scrunching your nose a little with a smile. What you said made his heart beat faster. "I thought I was making it obvious but apparently not."

"How were you actin' around him?" He abandoned the vegetables and instead came to stand in front of you at the stove.

"Hm, about the same as I am with you." You answer confidently, giving him a flirty smile that has his insides melting into goo. "You just actually reply to me."

"Nah," Frank chuckled, shaking his head and giving you a heated look. "That guy's just bein' a dick."

You scrunched your nose again and Frank knew that meant you disagreed. "I probably wasn't obvious enough."

"No." He said more firmly, making you look up at him with an eyebrow raised that had him willing to risk everything. "He's just a dick."

"What makes you so sure?" You ask with a crooked smile before going back to stirring on the stove.

"I'm dense, baby doll," he said, making you look up and freeze. Not at him, anywhere but him because you didn't want to know how he was looking at you. "I'm not stupid."

When he took a step towards you, your eyes snapped to his and you saw him with a small smirk. He reached out, laying a hand on your waist and came in closer making you hold your breath and your eyes dart down to his lips. He leaned in slowly, achingly slowly, tilting his head and at the last second tilted it some more. He leaned down to your neck, and you tilted it to the side almost instinctively, letting out that breath in a sigh as he gave your neck two kisses. He moved to give one last kiss to your jaw before taking his hand from you, a burning imprint of his hand being left behind and a smirk on his face as he turned back to cutting up the vegetables with his back to you.

You stood there, chest rising like you'd just come back from a run, watching his muscled back with wide eyes. You blinked, you had to or you would stand there all night gaping at him and you turned the heat down on your food so it wouldn't burn.

"That was mean." You told him, making Frank chuckle.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle fic #frank castle fanfic #the punisher #the punisher x reader #the punisher fic #the punisher fanfic #daredevil #daredevil fic #daredevil fanfic #marvel fic #marvel fanfic

[bomberqueen17]

noodle bowl recipe/technique

When I'm not at the farm it's always a struggle to eat as many vegetables as my body wants me to eat. Like it's just confusing to go out and buy vegetables when you're really used to just kind of going to the walk-in cooler and being like "ok what have we got too much left over of, time to Eat That", and I need to overcome this by having a recipe in mind beforehand but one I can adapt if they don't have the thing I'm thinking of at the store. So I'm trying to collect not recipes so much as techniques, because I have this problem where it's hard for me to follow a recipe because I accidentally skip reading the middle of it. Ha.

(I saw a good post about how "measure that shit with your heart" is misleading and like, mood. I am a very experienced cook but I have attention problems and can't follow a recipe if I'm tired or distracted or in pain. So I'm trying to link to real everything is measured for you recipes where I can, so if you haven't made this before and don't know what it should look like, you've got a tested version with proper amounts to start with. Just like I do! And then once I have the technique down, and the relative amounts, I'm sharing my method, which is less so on the measuring and more on my mother's technique, which is "you put in enough and then cook it until it is done", which when I was new was so frustrating, but now that I am old, I know it is 100% based on practice. And that's all, there's no mystery, it's just "I've made it before and I know how it should look so you just make it look like that." Now that I can't reliably read a whole recipe and not miss a big whack of the middle of it, I rely so much on having practiced and generally knowing what things look like when they're "right". But it's not magic and I'm not measuring with my heart I'm measuring with my practiced eye and hand.)

Anyway. Rice bowls or noodle bowls are a fantastic way to just throw a bunch of vegetables into a nice yummy sauce over a good comforting starch and have that be a meal. I tend to do a noodle bowl, and then any left over ingredients get incorporated into a fried rice scramble thing later, so you can keep that in mind if you want to try this.

I found this recipe for butternut squash mushroom noodle bowls. And I tried it as written, and it wasn't bad, but for me, roasting everything in the oven was very hard to time and didn't turn out fantastically well. YMMV, but I have more experience sauteeing things. (My first attempt I also used bok choy instead of spinach so I roasted it separately on another sheet pan according to a technique I've done before for roasted bok choy; this approach would probably work just fine if you were paying more attention than I was; my main issue was that noodle bowl recipe linked above gives far too little time for the butternut squash to roast so mine was unpleasantly crunchy. It's wrong, give it longer, and so I found it best to just not try to squeeze anything else onto the sheet with it as that recipe directs.)

So I changed it up for a second try.

First thing I did was peel the butternut squash with a vegetable peeler (I find it easiest to do this if I kinda cut it in half crosswise first), then scoop out and set aside the squash guts, then cube the thing up and roast it on a sheet pan, drizzled with peanut oil and salt and set at 400.

That's gonna take like 45 minutes or so, so I set most of my timing around that. Check the directions on your noodles or whatever, figure out what order you've got to do those in. (Soba are best for the protein, but I had rice noodles and they needed a pre-soak and it messed up my timing, which is why I'm making this note here.)

dice an onion. preheat skillet, add oil, begin to sautee onions.

rinse and prepare bok choi or other green of choice.

when the squash is part of the way cooked (like 25 minutes or so, give it a stir and check it to see if it's softening at all), take the seeds you set aside. separate them from the guts (I squeeze them with my fingers out of the assorted gut-fibers, works pretty well), spread in single layer on small baking sheet. turn oven down to 350. drizzle seeds with sesame oil and a tiny bit of salt. put them in the oven for like ten to fifteen minutes. (Turning the heat down is my attempt to have them not pop and fly all over the oven. IDK if it'll work. Be prepared to wipe seeds out of your oven tomorrow morning. They're not messy at least they just fly everywhere.)

Now throw your mushrooms and some diced garlic into your onions and saute. Add the bok choi or spinach or kale or whatever as you're stirring. Cook it all down.

Now make your sauce-- I did not measure anything this go-round, I just grated a bunch of ginger (I keep my ginger root in the fridge and it's easy to microplane off whatever you need) into a wee prep bowl, then added soy sauce, some honey, a couple spoonfuls of water from the boiling noodles to melt the honey and clean the spoon, and then a spoonful or two of chili crisp ("happy lady sauce" [lao gan ma]) because i don't stock sriracha currently.

When your noodles are ready, turn the oven off. Drain the noodles and divide them into your serving bowls, top with squash, add sauteed veg, squash seeds, the sauce. top with sesame seeds.

This was awesome, and I have leftover cooked squash cubes I'm gonna put into another recipe later cuz if you're gonna roast a butternut you might as well roast a pretty big one. I particularly like using the squash seeds because they're so tasty and crunchy and deserve to be eaten rather than thrown out.

#recipe post #comfort foods

[joshsbimbo]

Alex Sucks

pairing: high confidence!alex the farmhand x gn!pc

summary: pc getting sad that alex kicked them out of bed for not wanting to have sex :c

warnings: angst, mention of sex, bad writing i rushed this and i hate it so bad but idk how to fix it

a/n: i got really sad when he did it to me the first time like i had to stop playing

You awake to feel a hand groping at you, and a firm length pressed against your large bum. Another hand rests against your thigh.

"It's very forward of you," Alex says, his breath on your neck. "Sleeping in a boy’s bed."

(1) Push away | - Alex's Dominance

(2) Go along with it | Promiscuity 1 | + Alex's Dominance

You shuffle away from Alex. He grasps your waist with an arm, holding you in place, and pushes his body against yours. "Want me to be rougher?" he whispers. "I can do that." | + Stress | + Lust

(1) Struggle free | - Alex's Dominance

(2) Relent | Promiscuity 1 | + + Alex's Dominance

You whack Alex's hand, and struggle from the bed. "Suit yourself," he says. He rolls over.

Your heart drops as the farmer pushes you off the bed. You grip onto your teddy bear as you enter your bedroom. Not even the warmth and softness of your blanket can provide comfort as tears trickle down your cheeks and onto your pillow. Sniffling and soft sobs can be heard from your room, but Alex is already too far gone in slumber.

Alex wakes up at 5 AM sharp, as usual, and heads down the creaking stairs. As he turns on the oven, he notices that you haven't come down to give your usual kiss on the cheek or turn on the faucet to wash the vegetables. However, he doesn't bother to go upstairs and instead assumes that you decided to sleep in today. He isn't wrong, but he doesn't know the reason behind it.

It's 1 PM when you flutter your eyes open, and for a second, you forget how badly Alex had hurt your feelings the night before. Your bare feet are covered by your bunny slippers as you walk downstairs, flinching at every creak. The kitchen and living room are empty, so the coast is clear. You fix yourself some scrambled eggs and crispy bacon, but it isn't anywhere near as good as Alex's cooking.

As you finish up your breakfast and head to the couch to watch cartoons, you hear Alex coming back inside the cottage to manage the farm's finances. He glances at you and smiles, "Hey! I missed you this morning." He's completely oblivious.

You look up at him and laugh, "Oh really?" Your eyebrows furrow when he doesn't even try to apologize about kicking you out of bed just because you didn't want to have sex with him.

He cocks his head to the side in confusion, "Yeah! You're always helping me... I had to clean all the veggies myself!" He sighs dramatically before sitting next to you on the couch, trying to pull you close, but you glare at him. "What's wrong, lovebug?" His southern accent is thick as he calls you your favorite nickname.

"Last night is what's wrong!" You get up from the couch, staring down at him in annoyance. He slumps into the couch.

"What did I do?" His voice is stern, clearly annoyed that he was getting yelled at for something he "didn't do."

"You have no idea what you did? Seriously, Alex? I know you're childish, but I didn't expect this from you." You scoff and walk away from him, but he grabs your wrist.

"You're not walking away from me before you explain what I did to get you this fucking upset," Alex says sternly.

You glance at his grip on our wrist, locking eye contact with him. You look so cute when you're mad. He'll definitely bring this up after making up with you, but right now, he's pissed. "You're a whore. Every single night you want to fuck me, like I'm... I'm a piece of meat! The one night I pushed you off of me, you kicked me out of bed."

"That's what you're upset about?" His face softens as he giggles. (let's be fr he ain't taking this shiz seriously)

You gasp and snatch your wrist away, starting to walk back to your bedroom. "Fuck you, Alex!"

He follows behind you. "No, no... I'm sorry, sugar. I won't do it again." When you turn around, you can see that he's genuine.

You look him up and down, your facial expression softens, and you sigh. "You promise?"

"I promise, darling."

"You owe me. Go to town and order me a Deluxe Cream Bun. Now!" You cross your arms and look up at him, unable to hide your smile.

"Yes, ma'am!" he exclaims, putting on his straw hat before leaving the cottage. When he comes back, he gives you a foot massage as you watch TV, frosting around your lips.

And yes, he does try to put your foot on his crotch.

constructive criticism is SUPER welcome!! i’m not proud of this but i’m not sure how to fix it <3 thank u for reading

#alex the farmhand #degrees of lewdity #dol #alex dol #alex degrees of lewdith #alex the farmhand x reader #alex the farmhand x pc #lamb writes

[artsie-rosie]

some kitchen & cooking tips that helped me a lot lately!

I've always had the hardest heckin time with cooking and kitchen management. From deciding what to have as a meal to grocery shopping to actually cooking, every step of it was a source of stress, guilt and many other bad feelings. I was confused and disheartened and I felt so alone because I seemed to have the hardest time with something other people did so easily and casually.

After I came to terms with my neurospicyness, my wife introduced me to a facebook group called Executive Dysfunction Meals and it quite literally changed my life. Learning that I was not alone in this very specific struggles was so darn validating, and from there on I started learning and coming up with strategies to make my life in the kitchen bearable, and even fun (shocking, I know!).

I'm very passionate about paying forward and spreading help and information, so I'm gonna start typing down the strategies and tips that have helped me the most so far. I hope it may be of help to someone out there!

(Please note I am not a professional and I'm not claiming to know the best way to do anything, these are all just my personal experience.~)

Optimize your space (specifically for you): You know how fridges usually have a big drawer type of space specially for veggies? I used to put my veggies and greens there, but then my brain would magically Out-Of-Sight-Out-Of-Mind them away. Countless times I'd open the drawer up, weeks later, just to find rotten veggies and liquified greens. Then punish myself with guilt and anger... Until at some point we decided that enough was enough, that simply wasn't working out to our advantage, and we changed things up entirely: We started putting things that don't go bad in the big drawer, such as beverage cans, unopened juice boxes, pickled greens etc, and the veggies now go on the area just above, out in the open, so I can see them everytime I open up the fridge. I also have a little magnet whiteboard on the fridge's door, and whenever we do groceries I make a list of the stuff we have to consume quickly before it goes bad - visual cues help me quite a bit. I'm happy to say it's been quite a while since we've let greens go to waste!!!

Optimize your space (specifically for you) II: In the same logic as the item above, you can (and should) adapt your space to you, and not the other way around. I have a little stepladder that I use as a stool whenever I'm cooking or washing dishes, because it's hard for me to stand up for too long. Whenever I start using a utensil more often and it was initially stored behind doors or someplace hard to reach, I change things up to bring it closer and have it easily accessible. If I don't use something for more than a year, I put it away a little further away to free up space for something I use often. I'm always optimizing my space and keeping the things I use the most very easily accessible; it's not an easy process to change things up like this, but I promise the positive effects of this strategy are long lasting in my daily routine!

Learn the best way to freeze and use leftovers, vegetables and fruit, and adapt them to your routine: I freeze chopped bananas and avocados that would go bad otherwise, because I like turning them into smoothies. Leftover rice is saved to make fried rice which we love! Learning the best way to freeze broccoli was a game changer and it gave me a week of really nice quick meals! Google is your friend and there's so much handy info out there, being curious and adventurous really pays back in the kitchen.

Batch make and freeze sandwiches for a quick snack: I picked this tip up from the Exec Dysfunction Meals group! I've been doing it for a few weeks and it really helps. Whenever I feel like I have the extra spell slots, I make a couple more sandwiches than I would normally, put them in little freezer baggies and freeze them. Whenever my wife and I want a quick bite and don't feel like making anything, grabbing a sammich and popping it on our sandwich toaster is so easy and it makes a warm and crunchy meal. I've done it with ham, cheese and oregano, I have friends who do this with plain toast too.

Batch make garlic paste and chopped onions to freeze, for quick cooking starters: Yes I'm aware a lot of people speak against this, but hear me out. As a brazilian, a lot of my cooking starts with crushed garlic and chopped onions. Whenever possible, I do prefer these ingredients to be prepared and used as fresh as I can, but whenever the executive dysfunction or the joint pains hit, having these starters ready to go help a lot. For the garlic, I either crush or process a head of garlic or a handful of cloves finely with salt, then use silicon ice trays to freeze it into little cubes. For the onions, I chop them finely on the food processor, get rid of the excess water, put them into a freezer bag and use the dull side of a knife - or a spoon - to shape them into flat little squares (the flatter it is, the easier it will be to defrost and sauteé them). When it comes the time to get some rice or some stir fry started, I grab one little cube of garlic and one little square of onion and sauteé them; it's quick, easy, and effortless.

Process anything you can: This one is kind of specific, but for some reason I was raised to think that everything is better if it has a lot of effort involved, specially in the kitchen. That's the reason why I've hesitated so much to really put our food processor to use, and kept insisting to do a lot of things the "traditional" way. In the last few years I finally stopped pushing myself and now I use it to grate, slice, chop and blend everything I can. Being adventurous and figuring out in which ways can I put the processor to use instead of doing things by hand is a fun puzzle, too. Besides, a masterfully crafted meal with things finely chopped by my own hands won't help me at all if it never becomes a reality due to how tired or sore I feel to cook.

[I might either come back and add more to this post in the future, or reblog it to add more tips!]

#spoonies #executive dysfunction #kitchen tips #meal prep #chronic pain #mental health #chronic fatigue #executive dysfunction meals