#sharing food as a love language

[metamorphesque]

... peeling oranges this ... sharing tangerines that ... what about cutting and de-seeding pomegranates for the ones you love? the ruby stains on your fingers ... fleeting proofs of your undying devotion ...

#don't get me wrong #i am obsessed with the idea of sharing tangerines as a love language #but cleaning pomegranates is on a whole other level #love and longing come hand in hand #fruits as love languages #sharing food as a love language #yearning #quotes #romantic academia

[bakubowwow]

“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

Kirishima:

#bakugou x kirishima #kiribaku #bnha kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x bakugou #bakushima #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #mha #bnha #feeding that angry boy in class in hopes of becoming his boyfriend #sharing food #sharing food as a love language #feeding the boy you like snacks #does that count as flirting #probably #they probably share food all the time #and eat off each other’s plate #i hate them they make me so very ill #disgustingly adorable boys #sharing food as a competetive sport #knowing them they probably make it a competition

[cherrywineandroses]

Perhaps love is just eating strawberries with your favorite person or peeling tangerines for someone you love. Perhaps, love is stored in understanding someone or it's stored in holding hands. Perhaps, love is just stored in watching TV together on a Sunday night.

#romantic academia #aesthetic #academia aesthetic #chaotic academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #love quotes #quotes #light academia #inlove #i am obsessed with the idea of sharing tangerines as a love language #strawberies #sharing food as a love language #sharing food #im convinced that the littlest shit makes me fall deeply in love with people

[relaxxattack]

tbfh i love when people will headcanon characters as being of their culture and then draw little comics of them participating in traditions that the artist is clearly intimately familiar with. like YESSS share your personal cultural experiences with me through the blorbos!!! i love to see it!!!!!!!

#once saw this comic of rezi eating like... this little doll thing that got hidden in food i think? i think it was a spanish thing maybe? #it was years and years ago so i dont remember but i did think it was cool #and lots of different wedding ones; those are always so cute #or literally just ones of the blorbos speaking other languages #its all so good! please share your beautiful or silly or dumb traditions with me! i love learning how other people live

[nerdynuala]

Some cute doodles after the angst I've been spamming here

#my art stuff #radiorose #hazbin hotel #fanart #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #alastor #rosie #rosie hazbin hotel #cannibal besties #we better not know what they're eating #but sharing food is their love language

[ohitslen]

Sharing a meal

I wrote something for this below the cut if you’re interested :)

They never eat anything too tasty, surviving with packeted rations and canned food in their journey. Sometimes they would stop at a little restaurant and eat a nice meal; it really tasted like something gourmet after days of going with grain bars and dry jerky.

There were fleeting moments in between conversations in which one of them would remember some dish, from back in the day when things were easier and they didn’t worry about too many things. They never went deeper into the topic, just mentioning how they missed a good meal.

Staying at an inn or any motel was an expensive thing to pay for. However sometimes they had some extra money from an odd job Vash did or from Wolfwood’s undertaker services, and they would always rent a room as a treat for themselves.

It was a surprise when they entered the room and saw a small kitchen. The space was a little too cramped but it had everything they needed, it was like a deluxe room when they though about all the places they had been at. None of them had a kitchen at all, maybe they had a tiny stove or a mini fridge, perhaps a table sometimes but never the whole set together.

They both looked at each other to confirm they really were seeing the thing, smiling excitedly.

They could make a meal for themselves.

Vash knew how to cook, he had done some work on kitchens throughout his life. A few times he helped Rem when he was a child, he knows how to defend himself. Yet he didn’t know any recipes by heart, not any that would be inside their budget at least. He could get creative and probably whip up a thing or two if he was given enough time.

“I know what to do” Wolfwood said with a smile that irradiated a melancholic warmth interrupting his thoughts . A smile Vash had only seen when he talked about the things he loved.

Vash didn’t suggest anything in the end and just followed what the other man told him to do.

He went to buy all the things Wolfwood asked him for. Vegetables and some thoma meat. There seemed to be some spices in the room so he only bought garlic and onion as per Wolfwood’s request.

When Vash got back, he found Nick at the table arranging the ingredients the kitchen already had. He was already showered, hair messy and with droplets of water hanging on the tips. Getting closer, he could smell the soap, the cheap shampoo and the lingering scent of nicotine that never seemed to go away. He was changed into a black, long sleeved shirt and a pair of loose dark blue pants.

His overall appearance made Vash think how the edges of the man were less sharp, he seemed more relaxed and at ease, even if it wasn’t entirely the case. He just looked, soft.

“Hey welcome back, did you bring what I asked you for or will I have to use your meat for this?” Wolfwood greeted him without looking up from his task, the ingredients being the most interesting thing in the world it seemed.

Something warm pooled at the pit of Vash’s stomach, he didn’t know why that was and didn’t bother to think about it either, just enjoying the feeling.

Smiling, he placed the bags on the table in front of Wolfwood, taking out its contents. “I’m sure I brought everything yeah, I hope my life can be spared”.

The priest snorted at him and grabbed a potato that was rolling off the table. “Aight then, make yourself useful and start washing these and then chop ‘em to reasonable bitable sizes”. Losing no time, he took the meat and was cutting it while giving out the instructions.

While Vash was washing and chopping, the other was already preparing the meat putting it in a pot with boiling water. Once Vash was finished with all he was asked to do, Wolfwood ushered him to take a shower while the food was done, wanting to have more space in the narrow place. Vash did as told in that as well.

The shower felt great, all of the gross stickiness from the sweat and other things were finally washed off from his body. He felt light and a thousand times more content.

As he opened the door the smell hit him in the face, a delicious scent that surely tasted even better. Wolfwood was stirring the pot, poking some of the potatoes to make sure they were on the right term, and they seemed to be as he turned off the stove.

Vash got closer, mouth already watering just from the thought of how it’d taste “That smells so good! What did you make?” He asked with a big grin plastered all over his face.

Wolfwood pointed at the table with his hand, signaling him to sit down a little dismissively while he looked for the bowls on his own. It seemed like he was the kind that with less people on the kitchen when he was there, the better. “Just a broth, nothing too wow it’s something easy, and on budget”. Vash hummed with wonder and served two cups of water to busy himself with something.

Wolfwood poured the two servings of the broth, it was still hot and the bowl must surely be scalding. Yet Wolfwood’s calloused hands never flinched, placing their food on the table without much trouble along with a pair of long spoons.

“Be careful or you will murder your tongue” he warned and Vash chuckled.

“Thanks for the heads up chef, ‘preciate it” the other just scoffed at the title and sat down across him .

They both mixed the broth while blowing at it in hopes for it to cool down a little. However seeing how they were both starving and didn’t care too much about getting burnt or not, they just started to dig in.

Wolfwood was eating eagerly, having spoonful after spoonful of his food. He was beyond delighted. It had been a long time since he had the chance to prepare the broth he used to have back at the Orphanage.

“It’s…delicious” he heard Vash say in a low and calm tone. When he looked up to see the man, he was shocked to find him with reddish eyes that were glistening with tears. It didn’t seem like when was doing a show or anything of the sorts, he just seemed…at peace.

It wasn’t anything extravagant, quite possibly one of the most simple dishes Vash has ever eaten. It was made with the things that they could afford with the little money they could spare, the ingredients were definitely not of the best quality, the vegetables could have used a little more time on the pot. And it was delicious.

Vash felt incredibly warm inside, similar to how he felt when Wolfwood greeted him when he got back, just a thousand times stronger. The first sip he had of it tasted like the best thing ever cooked in his whole life, something he would have every day of the year for the rest of eternity. He didn’t know why that was at first, but after having a second spoon of it he could tell what it was.

It tasted like home.

The flavor of it, it was homely, the savor of melancholy. It tasted like their conversations about missing the past. The tang of the times they would have a peaceful night in the desert grilling worm meat around a campfire. It reminded him when he got sick and an old lady had given him a bowl of soup. It tasted like the first time Rem had given them a try of what meat and vegetables tasted like. It tasted like all the things he missed, and the things Nicholas most likely missed too.

The familiarity of it made him feel fuzzy and full on the inside, and he couldn’t stop eating. He was slow while doing it, wanting to savor every bit of what he could have while it lasted. It was rich, it was simple and it was perfect.

“…You want some more?” At some point, Nicholas had already finished his own bowl and brought the pot over to serve himself again. He looked at Vash with something soft in his eyes the other could not name, his voice was gentle and gravely, sweet and easy on his ears just adding more to the warmth inside of him.

“Yes…yes please” Vash answered, voice cracking a little. Nicholas served him, the sound of the liquid being poured soothing his soul.

Vash ate again, and Wolfwood was looking at him. The priest was taking small sips of water from his cup, always holding it against his mouth even if he wasn’t drinking anything. Vash didn’t really notice when he had started tearing up, thick streams of salty water running through his cheeks, a pool of them welling up at his chin and falling down the wooden table making a puddle of happy tears.

Vash enjoyed the heartfelt broth. He was happy, that bit of simplicity was enough to make him forget of everything else and just focus on that moment.

It was so mundane. Vash smiled with overflowing tears in his eyes while Wolfwood just watched with a fond smile of his own behind his empty cup of water.

At that moment, they were not in a random room at a random place. They were in a place where they had brought their home to, sharing a meal with each other.

#Vash just had his Ego moment #preparing food and eating together is a love language I can’t even begin to describe #and I mean eat EAT. like sitting down and enjoying the food to its fullest THAT kind of eat #delusional hours always open and it’s usually at it’s worst at the most questionable #time of the day ey aha HAHANEBWNNE #domestic Vashwood is my own personal absolutely peak favorite flavor of it as in any other thing ever #I said it earlier but I’ll say it again. domesticity and sharing simple moments are what makes life worth living #these two guys I bet rarely ever get to enjoy moments like these to their fullest so I’m doing this in honor of them never catching a break #this is special and this Vash is the cutest thing I’ve ever done #kinda wanna make him my pfp he’s so #AAAAAAA IM GOING INSANE IQNENW UEUJEHE #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun stampede #vash #wolfwood #nicholas trigun #trigun fanart #vashwood #trigun maximun #trigun fanfiction #trigun fic #lenssi writes #lenssi draws #I wanted to see this so bad and then I was like oh wait I can just do it myself. like every time I draw or write abt them LMAOOOO

[altogethernowrainworld]

oh chonky boi, what is your favourite food to eat and why?

Gourmand: My favourite part of it all is seeing everyone's face light up when I give them a big filling meal! Oh to one day share food with a large colony again... is sharing a meal not one of the wonders of life?

#//scuggies answer #rw gourmand #rw hunter #rw artificer #rw nightcat #rw survivor #rw monk #rw rivulet #rw spearmaster #slugdessa #the thornbush #rw saint #; gourmands love language is sharing food this is true they told me this themself #; i think a hug from gourmand would fix me...

[andiamofratello]

"Here. Eat."

#all quiet on the western front #1917 #the sharing of food #it's a love language #ww1 #george mackay #dean charles chapman #albrecht schuch #felix kammerer #william schofield #thomas blake #stanislaus katczinsky #paul baumer #my gifs

[turtleblogatlast]

Before asking this question I must say that I literally read everything I could find about your prisoner!leo au and I just love it so much it’s hard to explain, it’s the perfect mix between angst and comedy and I really hope you’ll keep posting content about it in the future (even if you don’t it’s fine, I’m not forcing you-)

Now

You said that the first time that Leo cries after he come back from the prison dimension is when he puked after eating something

Did anybody see him cry? What happened then?

(I hope everything is understandable, English isn’t my first language 😭)

[ cw: vomit mention / ]

Aaa thank you!!! I promise I’ll absolutely return to my boy eventually, just struggling with the next part amongst busy-ness in general 😭 but thank you, I’m glad you’re liking the AU thus far!

As for your question - yes, his family saw. They wanted to give him something to eat, wanted him to feel at home, but unfortunately for everyone the feeling was just so foreign and uncomfortable that Leo couldn’t keep it down.

As for why he cried, it’s because, in my opinion, there’s few things that make someone feel as much shame and misery all at once than vomiting. To do so in front of his family and show a blatant weakness, after masking for so long, after wanting things to be okay, after feeling humiliation and losing what little face he thought he’d lost…

Above all, after feeling vulnerable to that degree, it’s no shock that he’d finally break.

He runs off after that, of course. Has to fix his face back up, return with a smile and a “ough, boy, wow that was gross lmao anyway wanna go skateboard?”

The fam learns pretty quick that pushing him like this just leads to more deflections and the like, so they’re forced to lay the matter to rest, for now.

#p!l au ask #I wanna return to this ngl #*stares at my wip* #Mikey in particular is in shambles over this because food is a love language for him #something that he loves to do and loves to share even more #to have it cause his long lost brother so much misery is agonizing for him

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) house and wilson display courting behaviors and don't even realize it. granted, courting in that sense is out of style and traditionalist so even if they did believe they were doing it, they'd wrinkle their noses (house especially). but like.... house buying them expensive tickets to a thing is an opportunity to grow closer, wilson letting his food get stolen isn't just a show of patience but proof he can be a good provider, etc etc. the amount of times they get mistaken for a couple in omegaverse is, in turn, much greater than it already is in canon

#house md #hilson #i can imagine some people are more food aggressive naturally as it's an evolutionary trait #parents typically teach their kids not to bite if anything else should anyone reach for their food #but once they come into secondary puberty the instinct can return with a vengeance #so the 90% of the time that wilson doesn't even twitch as house steals half his lunch is a -> #sign of just how close they are AND how much wilson actually likes house #because food sharing is a love language no matter the au it's in real life it's oouguhhh #i've been on this rant before i know i have #and they (general public) don't even know how many times wilson brings dinner home too.......... #“home” to house's place. even if wilson HAS A WIFE AND HIS OWN PLACE #and that's just canon. this show makes me sick (i am having a great time with house md) #mgv

[srnileforme]

feeding each other is their love language.

#they're always sharing food with each other #it's definitely their love language #i say this every day but i miss them so much #perth tanapon #perthppe #chimon wachirawit #chimonac #perthchimon #*gifs

[mister-eames]

In A/E, who cooks the most delicious meals and who is the most efficient cook? those can be mutually inclusive but more often, they are not so, thoughts?

I think Arthur is really good at four (4) meals. But like, REALLY good - you know those dishes you always pester your mum/dad/parent to make because it's so good every time and it makes you Feel Something and its probably the first thing(s) you learn to cook because it's SO GOOD. That's Arthur. Except he disdains the process of cooking and would rather avoid it. He would--and has--eaten crackers for dinner if he was eating alone. Eames pesters him to cook any of those four (4) meals but he doesn't often do it. Cooking seems like such a waste of time, you know? But he gives in when he's got the time, because it makes Eames happy. And him too.

Eames cooks lots of delish meals. Effortlessly. Loves a recipe book/blog/channel. He also cooks his fair share of bad ones. I say he has a 70-30 ratio of amazing to awful meals. Can whip up the most amazing curry or stew with just his intuition to guide him one day, and then make the most god-awful casserole the next with the most fucked up flavours and horrifying textures. He has two modes: turning water into wine and burning water. Arthur doesn't mind, it's part of Eames charm - he doesn't mind regularly replacing charred pans, as long as he's not the one cooking.

#arthur x eames #inception #don't get me started on food as a love language #and how passing on a beloved recipe to your family or friends or whoever means part of whoever passed on to you gets to be shared too #and how their memory never really fades #whoo boy #anyway #good ask nonnie

[cherrywineandroses]

#sharing food as a love language #im convinced that the littlest shit makes me fall deeply in love with people #love quotes #light academia #quotes #inlove #dark acadamia aesthetic

[tangerinesteve]

I like making food. Please look at the food i made and tell me i did good making the food. If i could share a bowl with you all i would. 💖😌

{ it's chicken teriyaki with rice and sautéed broccoli 🍗🥦🍚 }

#food #my food #chicken teriyaki #i love sharing food too. its my love language #mine

[seasicksilver]

sharing oranges. 

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 fanart #serirei #reigen arakata #serizawa katsuya #fan art #artists on tumblr #digital painting #digital illustration #my art #making srs serirei fanart #they r making my heart hurt #reigen sharing food as a love language #hahaha my heart hurts from thinking about them #dont think about the shoddy attempt at digital painting #just the tenderness of the orange

[mad-tears]

We always eat together dear.

#their love language is sharing food #that and sometimes eat people's brains #venom #symbrock #veddie #venom comics #if someone wants to know which comics are or the issues just ask c: #eddie brock #melietpost