#ideal protein

[inkskinned]

as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen

the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"

[kade-is-here]

*uses up all my spoons* *sleeps 12 hours* *wakes up* Oh, wow, I feel better! *uses up all my spoons* *sleeps 12 hours* *wakes up* Oh, wow, I feel better! *uses up all my spoons* *sleeps 12 hours* *wakes up* Oh, wow, I feel better! *uses up all my spoons* *sle

[captainjonnitkessler]

I started tracking my nutrients in hopes of finding out why I've been so tired lately and according the first day of results it's actually a miracle I'm even able to get out of bed

[amrv-5]

Finals Season Affirmations for the quarter system experiencer. i will not give myself the mia farrow rosemarys baby haircut unless I can determine it is a genuine act of Will and Desire. Experiencing February temperatures is fine and does not bother me. I enjoy anxiety and stressful situations and putting myself in them voluntarily. Protein bar is a beloved friend and close relative of gummy vitamin

[traversety]

Sandwich?

SANDWICH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shinnyshining]

Please Do not the bee…

919….you’re scaring the hoes…

[pumpkinofthedale]

I love apples so much but if I eat them by themselves they make my tummy feel bluh.... So I have to cook them or eat them with other foods and while I love apple slices and peanut butter sometimes I just want the apples

[snarltoothed]

okay like two out of three of my cats are like… on death’s door basically despite them being all roughly the same age and sharing the same genetics (mother aged 16, son and daughter aged 15) and while i’ve accepted that i’ll be exceptionally lucky to get even another year or two with the momma cat (bonded to me) and that her son (bonded to my mom) is not too far behind… despite being the runt 15 years ago, the daughter (also bonded to me) is still quite spry and in good health so i literally tell her sometimes like you’d better live til you’re 20. i need at least five more years with you and also some time in between you and your mom dying. please.

[blue-hi]

what are good recipes to make in a teeny tiny slow cooker (2 quarts)

[seiwas]

anyway ! i hope everyone’s had a lovely meal/snack today !! 🍽️😋

[rawme-price]

So, reader described her ideal guy as a spitting image of ghost without realizing, right?

Well one day while ur out shopping you see the most drop-dead gorgeous guy ever. He's everything you want. Tall, beefy, soft blonde curls atop his head and dark chocolate eyes. You can see just the hint of a tattoo sleeve where his arm cuffs have rolled up, and what looks like a fair few facial scars under the black surgical mask.

Ur about to go up and flirt like ur life depends on it, already planning where you'll take him to eat, when he ducks around a corner. You follow, just a bit dazed by the way his thigh muscles shift beneath his jeans. Except, hes fucking gone??? Like. No where to be seen.

You mourn the loss of ur perfect guy for weeks, regaling soap and gaz about ur white whale in gym. "No, im serious! He was like an angel sent from God, you should have seen him!" Ur explaining desperately, trying to emphasize just how hot this guy's was.

"Soft puppy dog eyes and biceps that could smother a man! I didnt see a ring, dude I have to have him." Gaz seems mildly amused, nodding along. "Plus, get this, I saw him buy my favourite brand of protein bars! If that isnt a sign then what is??"

While you continue to rant and rave, ghost whos overlooking some newbies sparring pointedly does not look in ur direction. The heated flush crawling up his back cant be seen, and thank god for that. He's been blushing everytime he looks at you ever since you saw him in the grocery store and muttered "holy shit hes hot", thinking he wouldnt hear.

[ozzyfromthecafeteria]

the clouds have parted and down descends my hero: protein shake

[iamnotlookingidonotseeit]

wailing!!! weeping!!!!

[babeitaintme]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥❀࿐ OUR HOUSE IS A VERY FINE HOUSE (jason todd x reader) just a couple ramblings related to living with jason :) somewhat suggestive at the end?

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♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚JASON TODD was initially apprehensive of moving in with you. not because of you or because of your relationship, but because of himself. he couldn't help the guilt that ate away at him anytime he'd think about how he could be exposing you to danger by becoming so closely intertwined with your life. however, you weren't having it. with your constant reassurance and insistence on you guys new living situation being beyond ideal, jason eventually found himself settling into a life of domesticity.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ there was no denying that you were easily influenced and just as easily convinced that if someone else could do it, you can too. which is why you and your boyfriend found yourselves in a home depot on some random tuesday carefully inspecting the variety of backsplash options they offered. "babe, do we really need to do our own kitchen backsplash? I think the plain white wall is perfectly fine." jason said, raising a brow as he sifted through the options that mimicked exposed brick. you turned to him immediately, “absolutely not. i saw a girl on tiktok do it and it only took her an hour to do her whole kitchen—what do you think of cobblestone?” jason would be lying if he said he understood your ways, but he would do anything to make his girl happy.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ JASON TODD is a sucker for seeing you guys’ stuff together. there’s no denying the way his heart swells when he’s brushing his teeth in the morning and catches a glimpse of your expensive electric toothbrush next to his basic red and white one. or the way he can’t help but smile when he’s on his way out the door and sees his large boots next to your much smaller beat-up converses that he’s been meaning to replace for you. it’s all reminders to him that he belongs here, with you, by your side.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ JASON TODD is also, unashamedly, a homebody. you’ve begun to lose count of the amount of times you’ve suggested you guys go out to some restaurant or cafe for a date but somehow found yourself wrapped up in his arms on the couch. not that you’re complaining—your favorite place to be is anywhere that jason is—but it never fails to amaze you how he manages to trick you out of going out each time. your boyfriends preference for staying home becomes even more prevalent whenever you do wind up leaving the house. you’ll be seated at a table in some restaurant downtown when all of a sudden jason begins to gently tap his foot against your calf under the table or slightly squeeze your hand. you give him a playfully stern glare before you allow him to call the waiter over for the check.

in short, jason’s really a big baby that would much rather be in bed holding you tightly against his chest as he reads to you or listens to you gossip instead of being in public.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ upon officially living together, you discovered one of jason’s biggest secrets. he is a damn good cook. it was a gloomy day in the middle of one of the harshest winters you’d experienced. you woke up with a nasty cough accompanied by an even more repulsive pain in your throat. jason quickly checked your temperature, revealing an unsurprising 100°F/37°C. he immediately deemed you bed ridden and insisted on taking care of you for the entirety of your sickness. his first task was to make you a warm soup that would ease the pain in your throat. it was a simple noodle soup filled with vegetables and your choice of protein, but it was the best soup you’d ever tasted. he became bashful when you let out a groan of approval as you sipped directly from the bowl, “jay baby, this is the best thing i’ve ever put in my mouth”

[byzerodigital]

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[slashersiren]

Hi. I was thinking of asking you to write about Elder Yautja and a pregnant reader (hope that's ok, I couldn't find anything about whether you write about pregnancy or not...). They fly to Earth because she is madly wanting to "smell a hedgehog, no, this thing doesn't fit, I want a hedgehog from Earth" (or something like that, I'm not insisting, just so you get the idea). They meet the special forces/military, they classically try to kill them, and our favorite elder has hunted so many people in his long life that he's had enough of it (he's interested in hunting something scarier and spending time with his favorite wife-queen-life) and he just: *tired sigh* 😒

Here you go, I loved this idea so much, hope you’ll like the story too🫶🏻

Elder Yautja x Pregnant Human Reader

Cravings and carnage

He hunted monsters thrice as big as him. He torn spines from warlords. He survived galactic wars, assassination attempts, and the idiocy of youngbloods, yet none of that prepared him for you, barefoot on the deck of his ship, swollen with his child, waving a human fruit catalog at his face.

"I want watermelon,"

You declare, eyes narrowed, tone threatening.

“Not that tiny melon, not whatever that purple slop was yesterday. I want a real one. From Earth."

Your mate, towering, scarred, and very, very tired stares at you for a long moment. Then he makes a sound so deep and guttural it's probably a growl but could also be a sigh. Maybe a death wish.

"You said you want mango yesterday."

He rumbles.

"I changed my mind,"

You say sweetly, rubbing your belly. "Your child wants watermelon."

He pauses. That always works. You know it. He knows it. The baby is a card you shamelessly play.

“Fine…"

He grunts, pressing something on the console. You're getting your watermelon. The ship lowered into a clearing near a rural farming town. It was peaceful. Dark. Quiet. Ideal for a stealthy retrieval. But, of course, nothing ever goes smoothly when humans with guns are involved.

You stayed in the ship, mostly because he commanded you to, while your Elder stepped into the night, cloaked and nearly invisible, heading toward the nearest melon field with the calm patience of a warrior delivering a sacred offering. He had almost reached the field when the first helicopter appeared. Then two. Ground units followed, and soon the voices of human military echoed through the trees.

“Unidentified craft! Stand down!”

He sighed.

Literally.

A long, deep, guttural sigh.

When they fired the first warning shot, his mask deployed.

When they fired the second?

Heads rolled.

You nibbled on a protein bar in the ship, lazily lounging in the captain’s chair, occasionally glancing at the scanners. Blips disappeared one by one. The ship’s control beeped politely.

“Hostile forces neutralized.”

Moments later, the side ramp opened with a whoosh, and there he was. Covered in blood (none of it his) dragging a massive sack. He dropped it at your feet. Inside there were four perfect, massive watermelons. You squealed with delight.

“They smell so good!”

Your Elder just collapsed next to you on one of the padded benches, huffing out another long sigh, resting a blood-slicked hand on your belly.

“I am retiring.”

He rumbled.

“Sure, honey.”

You said, cracking open the first melon with his machete.

Later that night you were curled up beside him in bed, your belly against his side, fingers lazily tracing the long scar across his chest.

“You’re so good to me.”

You whispered.

His claws gently stroked your back. “You are my queen. It is an honor to slay armies for your satisfaction.”

You giggled. He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours.

“Next time,”

He growled softly.

“Warn me before you demand a fruit that requires diplomatic incidents.”

“No promises..”

You murmured, kissing the underside of his mandible.