#big bacon classic

[duranduratulsa]

Burger 🍔 of the day: Big Bacon 🥓 Classic at Wendy's #food #foodporn #burgers #cheeseburgers #bigbaconclassic #wendys

[hudbannonarchive]

movieheads if you’re ever bored this is the most fun game i’m obsessed with it rn

[unproduciblesmackdown]

tbt the deh days baking motif interviews like it's time for will roland cooking v'logs while someone is there to pepper in q&a moments & conversation (&/or extended tangents) starters

[insimniacreations]

IHOP Custom Food Part 2 - Omelettes & French Toasts

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Menu:

Bacon Temptation Omelette

Big Steak Omelette

Chicken Fajita Omelette

Spinach & Mushroom Omelette

Classic French Toast

Strawberry Banana French Toast

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[bellyasks]

menu for a restaurant that specializes in overstuffing its customers (aka a silly prompt list)

Ask your server about dietary accommodations. Each meal is made to order, substitutions and alternative ingredients are available! All meats may be replaced with plant-based alternatives upon request. (And pick a meal to feed your favorite character--if they can finish it, they get one dessert on the house!)

Breakfast (all orders come with a side of home fries, fresh fruit, or your choice of meat)

Full Stack of Pancakes - Emphasis on "full." Lucky seven big fluffy pancakes, each with a different additive of your choice.

Big Ol' Bagel - A hefty bagel the size of your plate, toasted to order and topped with whatever you'd like.

Ostrich Egg Omelette - Okay, not really, but this omelette is made with two dozen eggs--the equivalent of one ostrich egg--and filled with your choice of meat and veggies.

Loaf of French Toast - A dozen thick slices of French toast topped with whipped cream and fresh berries.

Plus Size Pork Roll - A classic pork roll egg & cheese on our signature giant bagel.

Lunch (all orders come with a side of chips or fries)

Peanut Butter & Jelly Belly - The biggest PB&J you've ever seen, slathered generously on a buttery toasted baguette.

Quadruple Decker Club Sandwich - Your choice of meat with mayo, lettuce, tomato, and bacon, heaped on between four slices of bread.

Piece-A Pizza - This slice is equivalent in size to an entire large pizza and covered with your choice of toppings. Perfect for people who are lying to themselves when they say they'll just have one piece.

Double Footlong - Two feet of classic Italian hoagie on a fresh-baked roll.

Stomach Stretcher - They say eating a head of lettuce is a great way to stretch your stomach out, and that's exactly what this giant salad will do. We bring you the lettuce, you take it to the salad bar and add the rest.

Dinner (all orders come with a side of rice, fries, baked or mashed potato, or a fresh vegetable medley unless marked *)

Sushi Bloat Boat - A sushi boat big enough for a full table, pricey to share but free for any one person who manages to finish it alone.

Box of Pasta - A full 16oz box of pasta (your choice of spaghetti, penne, or linguine) tossed in Alfredo, marinara, or a white wine sauce. Add your choice of meat for an extra $2.

Full Size Fish & Chips* - An entire 10-20lb cod (ask your server about choosing a fish) cleaned, battered, fried, and served with steak fries.

The Whole Farm* - A barbecue variety platter. Pulled pork, brisket, ribs, and chicken breast slathered in our signature sauce, with an ear of corn, baked beans, and coleslaw on the side.

Raised Steak - A 48oz grilled ribeye. Also available as an equivalent weight of seasoned and grilled portobello mushrooms.

Dessert

Paint Can - A creamy and colorful milkshake served in a one gallon paint can. See the ice cream counter for today's available flavors.

Loaf of Bread Pudding - Warm bread pudding made with an entire loaf of bread, topped with an optional scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Root Beer Bloat - A classic float with your choice of ice cream. The twist is that this dessert holds two liters of root beer and a portion of ice cream to match.

Burp-day Cake - A seven-layer slice of chocolate cake guaranteed to be the size of your head or it's free, topped with a thick crust of fizzy Pop Rocks.

Gobbler Cobbler - A pie-sized dish of peach, blueberry, or apple cobbler, topped with three optional scoops of vanilla ice cream.

[fruitcoops]

Hopelessly Devoted

O'Knutzy Week Prompt C2: "Hello, There". Prompts by @oknutzy-week-2024, and characters (of course) (with love) by @lumosinlove <3

TW for joking mentions of romance-novel smut

Leo had never seen someone work as hard as Finn O’Hara. He saw it in the straight line of Finn’s back and the solid set of his shoulders, even when he was calm. He saw it in everything he did—in love and, up until recently, in hockey. He was unequivocal dedication, embodied.

He was sure Finn would say the same about him; he was sweet like that, pretty face and prettier words that were always so honest they made Leo’s ribs hurt with the pounding of his heart. Finn liked to call him brave. Leo had started believing it after the last decade had proven it true in more ways than he cared to count.

And, Christ, Leo counted everything. Endless cycles of goals-assists-saves-loss-win-horror-victory that left him bolting upright at two o’clock in the morning well into his first season of retirement. Netminders kept perfect track of the game and every player coming at them. Remus’ mental playbook of every player in the NHL was only uncanny because he was out of the goal. Leo still remembered the tics and tells of most everyone he’d ever faced.

But what was there to count, now? Beautiful mornings? Those happened every day, though he hadn’t been awake for sunrise in three blessed years. Exotic vacations? He had a wonderful time on their honeymoon (all three of them), but he’d always prefer visiting one of their families.

The pan sizzled softly when he flipped the bagel with a practiced flick of the wrist. Leo smiled to himself. Maybe he should start counting Finn’s annual bacon-egg-and-cheese total. He’d probably come up with the same number if he bought a calendar and ticked the days by hand.

Finn’s commitment to his mid-morning snack was rivaled only by his unwavering passion for bodice-ripper novels, and the evidence of said passion filled their kitchen with a flurry of furious clicking while Leo slid the bagel carefully onto a plate.

See, Leo thought it was a joke, at first. A funny little prank Finn was playing on his new rookie roommate, tucking raunchy paperbacks into the bookshelf between Brontë and Dickens to make him blush. Har-dee-har-har, you got me, I’m such a prude.

Finn had not been joking.

And then it was endearing, like all the other Finn-isms of which he was so fond. It was just…such a silly hobby for an athlete—a former frat boy, no less!—to have in an environment like the NHL. It felt absurdly right that Finn, with his big smile and open heart, would unabashedly love books with oil-paint cover art of a lady fainting into the arms of a conveniently topless bodybuilder. Leo had tucked it into his heart and let it lie.

Finn retired.

Finn was utterly horrific at sitting still.

Finn started with Marie Adkins’ 1942 classic A Rogue for a Lady and ended with Eleanora Zimmerman’s yet-unpublished installment of Zoe Cross’ Cross-Continental Affairs: Volume III, officially clearing the romance collections of all three public libraries near them. His whoop of joy when Ms. Zimmerman answered his email inquiry with a PDF of her manuscript had startled Logan so bad he spilled coffee across the kitchen island and into his lap.

But reading—devouring—the books wasn’t enough. Finn’s systematic rip-through of every literary soap opera he could get his hands on came with an elaborate Goodreads account as well as a nightly debrief.

Leo fucking loved it. Listening to Finn parse out his opinions like an Ivy League lecturer quickly became the best part of his day, especially when the season wound down. It was permanence and consistency while his head whirled with thoughts of this one, just this one single last year and then I’ll really be done, this time for sure. Finn loved hockey like everything else: with no holds barred. He left it, and he was okay. More than okay—he was thriving.

But no hobby was without its faults.

So fucking stupid, Finn had muttered with a sharp shake of his head. I just can’t. It’s a disappointing plot and, worst of all, it’s poorly paced.

Leo and Logan had shared a look across their spaghetti. Finn could give no greater insult to books known for their overdramatic style than ‘poorly paced’.

Well, Logan had said, carefully, almost casually. We all know you’d write it better.

Damn right I would, was Finn’s forceful answer as he stabbed a noodle onto his fork.

Then do it.

Leo had to admit even now that he hadn’t expected that. Perhaps he should have, from Logan. There’s an issue? Solve it. His ‘no more running, no more bullshit’ oath when they were first starting latched into most things he did.

Finn had wavered about it for three days. Once (and only once) he nudged Leo awake at 7:30 in the morning, still sweaty from his run, to ask him if he thought publishing under his real name was a bad idea. He had been forced to mull that one over on his own when Leo banned him from post-shower, mid-coffee cuddles for the crime of dripping sweat onto his pillow.

Finn decided to start writing a book on a Thursday morning in the middle of March, bought a new notebook and a nice pen, and promptly didn’t write a word until his birthday in August.

I’m a failure, he had moaned into Leo’s chest, half-suffocated by the thick fabric of his hoodie. I’m so stupid.

No, baby, you’re not stupid, Leo had soothed. It was a little hard to breathe with the full weight of him splayed useless across Leo’s body, but that was nothing new.

I’ll never write a word. I’m cursed to keep reading forever and being mad about shitty romance with bad, boring characters. The 70s did it best.

Leo remembered sighing in sympathy. But they’re all straight.

But they’re all fucking straight! Finn had groaned. He didn’t move from his puddle of misery and writer’s block until Logan came home and knocked on the back of his head with a pack of pre-sharpened pencils and a cow-print composition book.

Goodreads reviews became graphite smudged on Finn’s hands and cheeks. Small spiral notebooks cropped up around the house, and eventually settled as Finn’s stalwart companions on his morning jogs. When the pencils wore down to nubs, he bought the crappiest pen Leo had ever seen in his life—when that ran dry, he bought another, and a third, and then all the notebooks grew into a teetering tower on Finn’s desk overnight.

A stapler followed, and red pens.

March rolled around again and the tapping of Finn’s laptop became a comforting ‘hello’ when Leo came home from practice. Finn didn’t talk about his book, but Leo didn’t mind. As long as Finn was happy, he could be patient, even if curiosity chewed at him day and night.

When do I get to read it? Leo had finally begged in the heat of June, turning over in bed four nights after his final NHL game. He was restless already and hardly sleeping. He needed something other than endings to occupy his mind.

Finn had smiled at him. The point of his nose pressed to Leo’s. I sent the manuscript out last week. The first copy is yours, Peanut.

Leo had kissed him for that most thoroughly.

“Hello, there.”

Leo smiled into a hidden freckle behind his ear and wrapped his arms around Finn’s chest, giving him a squeeze. “Hey.”

“This for me?”

“You sound surprised.”

“Yeah.” Finn’s head rested back on his shoulder. Leo took the weight happily. “But not really. Ugh, my eyes hurt.”

“Wear your glasses.”

“I wore them yesterday.”

“Didn’t realize they had a recharge time.”

“You know, plastic and glass can be really high-tech these days.”

Leo covered Finn’s eyes with one palm; his lashes fluttered and his chest shook with a laugh. “Glasses,” he insisted, dragging his hand up to Finn’s forehead to tilt his face all the way up and meet his gaze. “Keep this shit up and I’m not putting special sauce on your bagel sandwiches anymore.”

Finn’s soft doe eyes went bright. “What special sauce?”

Leo quirked a brow at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“C’mon, that’s not—”

“Glasses or I eat it and you never, ever get to try it.”

Finn gasped. “You’re starving me.”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Fucker.”

“You’re just mad yours never turn out as good as mine.”

“Poltergeist.”

“It’s because you don’t heat the pan enough.”

“I do!” Finn protested, sitting up and turning sideways in his chair to face him. “I did everything right when you showed me. It doesn’t taste right.”

Leo shrugged. “You’re cursed. Sucks to suck.”

Finn groaned and thumped his forehead against Leo’s collarbone. The hair at the back of his head was soft when Leo scratched through it; the muscles of Finn’s neck relaxed on a slow exhale.

“Same or new?”

“New,” Finn mumbled.

Leo hummed. For three weeks, he had been waiting for Finn to scatter his attention to the handful of ideas that had been left in the void. He refused to send books to his publisher until he could read them aloud to his captive audience of two without turning five shades of red and blowing a frustrated raspberry at the draft. Many had not yet passed that test. “From your list?”

“Nah.”

He nuzzled his nose into the top of Finn’s head. “ ‘S it about, then?”

“A prince.” Finn raised his head slightly. A kiss found the neckline of Leo’s shirt. “And a knight.” A second alit on his bicep, lingering long enough to feel his lips move. “And the sun.”

“That’s cheating,” Leo whispered through his smile. “You’re not supposed to write about us.”

“The New York Times bestseller list disagrees.” Finn lifted his head. His nose scrunched. Confidence rouged his cheeks, and Leo wasn’t a writer, but he’d pen poetry about that any time. “My self-imposed rules can wait. I have a good feeling about this one.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Finn raised his eyebrows and leaned close like he had a secret. The plate with his cooling sandwich chimed at a tap from his pen. “It’s funny. Something tells me they’re gonna end up together in the end.”

Leo looked at him for a long moment, then darted a kiss to the bridge of Finn's nose. "Are you putting porn in it?"

"Are you going to let me eat my bacon-egg-and-cheese with the special sauce that you made because you love me so much and you think I'm so cute and sexy?"

"Yes."

"Sunshine, I will write all the porn you want."

"Hmm." Leo let his eyes drift to the laptop screen (just a little peek, a tiny one, not even a real spoiler) but Finn's hand lowered it before he could catch more than a glimpse. He made a disgruntled noise and straightened. Foiled again. "Wear your glasses and I'll make you one tomorrow, too."

[the-mercs-as]

categorize them into these

Done.

Scout - 4 Piece Nuggets

Still a kid at heart, and there's nothing wrong with that

Soldier - Whopper with Cheese

Can't go wrong with a classic

Pyro - Spicy Royal Crispy Chicken

Pyro likes things hot

Demo - Original Chicken Sandwich

Beloved by damn near everyone

Heavy - Double Whopper

He's a Whopper of a man

Engie - Texas Double Whopper

Maybe not as big as Heavy, but he's from TEXAS, dagnabbit!

Medic - Big Fish

It's just ... different ... from the rest

Sniper - Bacon King

Mans loves his meats

Spy - Royal Crispy Chicken

He likes that it has 'Royal' in the title

[mamaestapa]

fluffy christmas morning with yoshi opening presents and watching movies ???

A Christmas Story|| Andrei Iosivas x reader

•pairing: Andrei Iosvias x reader

•summary: Spending a sweet Christmas morning with Yoshi

•warnings: none, just fluff

“Alright pretty girl,” Andrei said as he plopped down on the couch beside you, smiling as he looked at the matching pajama bottoms you wore, “you ready for your gifts?”

“Of course I am,” you said happily as you beamed at your fiancée, “are you?”

“Always.”

He leaned in and pecked your puckered lips, your nose scrunching up when he pulled away from you and smiled sweetly. Christmas morning with Andrei was always so special. You’ve been together for four years now, each year spending Christmas or Christmas Eve with each other’s families. However this year was different. You and Andrei got engaged in June, bought your own place in Cincinnati just a few miles from Paycor stadium in September, and now you were spending your first Christmas by yourselves in your own home.

The two of you were so excited to get to spend the holidays by yourselves this year now that you’re engaged.

You and Andrei took turns opening your presents from eachother, both of you being extremely grateful for all of the thought that was put into every gift. You had gotten Andrei a new pair of bose headphones, a chain with the number 80 on it, and his favorite cologne. Andrei got you a custom Bengals denim jacket that said “Mrs. Iosivas” on the back, a new kate spade hand bag, a black pair of Jimmy Choo pumps, and your favorite perfume.

After opening each gift, the two of you took turns taking pictures of the other holding up their gifts.

When Andrei opened the jewelry box that held his diamond 80 chain you swore you’ve never seen him smile that big before. He held up the necklace and grinned widely as you took a picture of him.

“Baby,” he gasped, looking at you with a smile, “I love this!” You chuckled softly at your fiancee. You loved how Andrei’s face lit up like he was a kid again each year on Christmas.

Andrei leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss. You hummed contently as he pulled away. “I can’t wait to wear this on game days. Thank you baby.”

“Of course,” you smiled, “I’m glad you love it.”

After opening your gifts and thanking each other many times, you cleaned up the wrapping paper as Andrei took the breakfast casserole you had prepared the night before, out of the oven. He scooped two large spoonfuls onto the plates in front of him, one for him and one for you. Andrei topped off your coffee cups before bringing the plates of breakfast back out to the living room.

“For you,” he said softly as he handed you one of the plates. You thanked Andrei sweetly as he sat down next you. “This looks delicious.”

You took a bite of the casserole, letting out a soft moan as the mixture of egg, bacon, potatoes, and cheese hit your tastebuds. “It’s very good babe,” you praised Andrei, who just chuckled as you continued, “who knew you could play football and cook.”

“Hey, I can’t take all the credit,” he poked your thigh with the back of his fork, “you helped me too.”

The two of you laughed as you went back to enjoying each other’s company and the delicious breakfast. As you ate your food and sipped on your coffee, Andrei turned on your favorite movie that played all day Christmas day—A Christmas Story. After finishing your breakfast you cuddled into Andrei’s side and laughed along with him as the two of you watched the classic Christmas movie.

Andrei stroked your arm softly as he placed a gentle kiss to your temple, “Merry Christmas beautiful.” You hummed softly as you snuggled further into your fiancé’s touch, “Merry Christmas Yoshi, I love you.”

“I love you more Mrs. Yoshi.” He teased, making you grin widely. He was such a tease, and you loved it. You brought your hand up to his chest, letting it rest there as you spent the rest of the morning on the couch watching your favorite Christmas movies.

Your first Christmas morning with Andrei in your new home was definitely a success.



hi loves!

my first ever blurb about yoshi! i hope you all liked it. i thought it was a cute idea🤍 i’m sorry i wasn’t able to get this out yesterday (or earlier today), i just got so busy on vacation lol.

i hope you all had a wonderful christmas. as always, thank you for reading and supporting me and my work! i love you all🫂🤍

[tastesoftamriel]

Hey Tal! I was preparing stuffed jacket potatoes for my family and it made me wonder;

"If each race was given a baked potato (any veriety), what would they stuff it with? (Let's pretend the bosmer is non pact compliant but still likes honoring their roots.)"

Since you'll find potatoes in every other barrel across Tamriel, you can bet that stuffed baked potatoes are probably the most universal dish we know of. Whether you love them or were fed too many of them as a child, there's a baked potato out there for everyone in Tamriel.

Altmer

You know what, the High Elves really have to be fancy about everything. Instead of gutting and filling your regular jumbo jacket potato like literally everybody else, they make large hasselback potatoes and painstakingly insert ingredients between the slots before baking. These laborious (but admittedly delectable) potatoes are usually offered filled with either four cheeses; mozzarella, tomatoes, and pesto; roasted vegetables with tapenade, or pancetta, gruyere, and sausage.

Argonians

Baked potatoes are great for playing a heated game of teeba-hatsei with, much to the rage of many an Argonian parent who had painstakingly made dinner. When they're not being slapped around for a laugh, Argonians eat their baked potatoes by making a well in the centre and crack a hot quail egg in, before topping it with deep fried mealworms or crickets and a bit of lime sambal. Scramble it up and you're good to go!

Bosmer

To every Green Pact-abiding Wood Elf I'm about to sadden with this, I apologise in advance for what I'm about to propose. But imagine a lovely jacket potato stuffed with a good slathering of smoked timber mammoth cheese atop battered thunderbug eggs, smoked bristleback bacon, jalapeño mayo, and sweetgnat butter. I don't need to imagine it; I made one with my friend Berrilyn, and it was glorious. Definitely on the heavy side, but loaded with every good ingredient Valenwood has to offer!

Bretons

Cheap, filling, and delicious. That's all a baked potato needs to be in High Rock, making it one of the Province's most popular foods among the common folk. Just about every sauce-based dish you can think of can go onto a jacket potato, from melted roquefort, goose egg, and dry cured ham to the classic combination of tomato beans and candied bacon rashers, and even reusing yesterday's Tarragon Chicken! There aren't really any limits on what you can fill a jacket potato with in High Rock, as long as you have a good knob of butter in there!

Dunmer

While potatoes are a perfectly standard and valid ingredient in Morrowind, I know you all want to hear about jacket ash yams. Popularised by Ashlanders, who bake their potatoes on lava, jacket ash yams can be found at every tavern and cornerclub across the Province. Minced nix-ox in a spicy comberry ragout; scrambled kwama eggs with caramelised scathecraw; and even Hackle-lo and Scuttle Curry are at home on a big, piping lava-hot ash yam. Don't forget to get some crunchy deep-fried kwama scrib to go on top- well worth the gold, I promise!

If you get the hankering for a taste of Morrowind, try my Raven Rock Baked Ash Yams.

Imperials

There are two rules surrounding baked potatoes in Cyrodiil: the potatoes must always be Jumbo Potatoes, and you must always use olive oil instead of butter. With that flavour profile in mind, think simple, complementary toppings like sundried tomatoes with goat cheese and fresh basil; cheese curds and red wine gravy; bresaola, chili oil, and gorgonzola, and browned pine nut butter with a good smear of ricotta and creamed battaglir.

Khajiit

Northern and Southern Elsweyr have a distinct difference in their baked potatoes: the North likes them rich and spicy, while the South prefers sweeter flavours that complement moon sugar. Northern Elsweyr is famous for its fiery curry-filled jacket potatoes, filled to the brim with rich, generally tomato-based curries featuring local ingredients like braised jerboa, pulled terror bird, and diced mutton. Meanwhile in Senchal, you'll find your average baked potato partially filled with things like chicken satay pieces in moon sugar peanut sauce, haloumi with moon sugar syrup, and sweet crispy shrimp and pork floss. But wait, 'partially filled?' Yep! In Southern Elsweyr, the insides of the potato are scooped out and rolled together with powdered moon sugar to make horrifically sweet potato 'candy' for dessert after you've finished your jacket potato. Who am I to judge?

Nords

Mammoth cheese? Horker bacon and smoked kippers? Pulled pheasant in brown ale gravy? All very valid and very traditional Skyrim options. However, I'm jumping up and down at the thought of a baked potato topped with freshly baked salmon or gravlaks with dill, lots of sour cream, and a bit of mustard! Simple, good, and I will shout at anyone who calls this combination bland. You can take the girl out of Riften, but never the Riften out of the girl.

Orcs

Where Wrothgarian Orsimer are concerned, there's a joke that every other meal is a baked potato (and that's sometimes the unfortunate case when a Hearth-Wife isn't very good at her job.) Gooey, mouthwatering echatere cheese raclette is the favoured topping in the region, melted atop of a bed of fillings like spicy wrathberry gravy with echatere or beef chunks; chopped mammoth bratwurst; grilled chub loon with frost mirriam barbecue sauce, and deep fried horker lard bits and sweet-and-spicy minced horker. Indulgent, and by Malacath, they're filling too.

Redguards

Where the Orcs have their echatere cheese on jacket potatoes, Hammerfell loves its goat cheese. Whether it's aged chèvre log slices or fresh and crumbly, you can bet it's going on a baked potato. It's paired with a range of moreish fillings, like harissa and apricot chicken; tender goat mince with a cumin-based curry; battered, fried snake with a tangy and sweet lemon drizzle, and shawarma meat with creamy garlic sauce and caramelised onions.

[friend-crow]

It is heirloom tomato season, so I will now be explaining what is, in my mind, the optimal BLT.

The ideal BLT is all about showcasing the tomato. You cannot make one with some sad, flavorless, supermarket bullshit. You need a big juicy heirloom, sliced bottom to top in slices around 1 CM thick. Slice it with a sharp serrated knife for a nice clean cross section. If you can't grow your own tomatoes, try getting some at a farmers' market or fruit stand.

The bacon is not the main event, it is an accent. You don't need to go buck wild on it. It should be at least a little crispy. Do not try to use that limp English shit.

Did you know that homegrown lettuce has flavor? That's the ideal, but again, the lettuce is really just here to showcase the tomato, so if you have to use some flavorless iceburg, that's not optimal, but also not really a problem. Give it a rinse and do make the effort to dry it. The tomato should be juicy, so you don't need or want to add more water to the situation.

Mayonnaise is the classic BLT condiment. Personally I find it a bit suspicious in some situations (not a fan of most mayonnaise based salads) but there is a special alchemy to the combination of mayonnaise, tomato and bacon. I know what you're thinking. "Crow, the bacon is already fatty and salty, and the tomato is moist, what do you need mayonnaise for?" And maybe you don't need it, but this is about my ideal BLT, so I'm going to insist on a thin layer on the slice of bread that will then be in direct contact with the bacon. The subtle creamy texture and touch of tangy acid it brings to the whole situation is, in my opinion, a must.

The bread must be at least lightly toasted. The toasty surface provides a structural integrity for a sandwich full of thick, juicy tomato that untoasted bread cannot. The toastiness also adds the dermabrasion mouthfeel that is one of my favorites. I'd suggest a good "crusty" bread, as regular sandwich bread is weak and incorrectly shaped. A more oval shaped loaf will better fit the shape of your heirloom tomatoes.

Assemble in this order: toast, mayonnaise, bacon, tomatoes, lettuce, toast (you can add more mayonnaise or perhaps even a nice mustard to this side if you want, but I kind of feel like that's gilding the lily). Slice diagonally using the aforementioned sharp serrated knife. Eat immediately.

[wildgirllz]

Boyfriend!Dean Winchester headcannons <3

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Dean loves making Reader breakfast in bed on lazy Sunday mornings, but he always ends up burning the bacon or overcooking the eggs. Reader never has the heart to tell him, so they just enjoy the burnt breakfast together.

Reader is a huge fan of classic rock, and Dean loves to surprise her by playing her favorite songs on the Impala's radio. He'll crank up the volume and sing along, sometimes even dancing in his seat while he drives.

Whenever Reader has a bad day, Dean will make a beeline for the nearest ice cream shop and buy her favorite flavor. They'll curl up on the couch and binge-watch their favorite TV shows while they eat the ice cream straight out of the container.

Reader is a big fan of horror movies, and Dean is more than happy to indulge her by watching them with her. He'll make funny comments throughout the movie to lighten the mood and hold her tight during the scary parts.

Dean loves to surprise Reader with little gifts, like her favorite candy or a book he thinks she'll like. He always has a mischievous grin on his face when he presents the gift, making Reader wonder what he's up to.

Reader is an excellent cook, and Dean loves to watch her in the kitchen. He'll sneak up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder and stealing bites of food as she cooks.

Sometimes, when they're driving around in the Impala, Dean will blast the radio and encourage Reader to sing along. He loves the sound of her voice and thinks she has a beautiful singing voice, even if she's a little shy about it.

Dean is a notorious prankster, and Reader is often the target of his jokes. But she always gets him back in the end, whether it's by putting hot sauce in his food or hiding his favorite shirt.

Despite their different tastes in music, Dean and Reader love to dance together in their living room. They'll put on slow songs and hold each other close, swaying to the music and whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears.

[weyounpussyindulgence]

Here, have some Dr East headcanons I came up with over the years

💚💚💚💚

- I have no clue how real Zoanoid names work, but I feel like he’d use the name Henry as a part of his nom de plume. Something like Henry B. East

- He collects bizarre/silly neckties. The more peculiar and novelty the design, the better

- Even though he’s the head of CHRONOS’ Genetics Department, he doesn’t get the respect he deserves from Balcus or the other Zoanoids. Lisker, Ramsey, Striker and Weber have shoved him into a locker and stuck his head in a toilet many times

- He’s bisexual. Look at his interaction with Dr. Gordon and tell me that they haven’t explored each other’s bodies at least once

- He’s primarily a carnivore, but eats a lot of pre-made salad kits and fruits. His favorite mixes are chicken ceaser, avocado ranch with bacon, and his favorite fruits are apples, dragonfruit and nectarines

- Speaking of carnivorous, I have no clue if this is canon in the manga or not, but I feel like Zoanoids eat humans. So when he’s getting his apartment broken into or something, he turns into his goat monster form and will eat the burglar

- I feel like he listens to a lot of classical music because it helps him relax and focus. He also listens to old science fiction radio dramas like the Twilight Zone radio dramas, X Minus One and Ray Bradbury Theatre.

- He keeps a goldfish as a pet since they don’t have a huge attention span, so it won’t pay any attention if he changes form

- Sometimes when he laughs, he bleats like a goat. He gets very insecure about it though because he’s been mocked for it

- He’s lactose intolerant. Idk how else to elaborate, it just makes sense to me. It’s not life threatening or anything, but it does cause him a lot of tummy trouble

- Also speaking of tummy trouble, I firmly believe that with the superior technology the Zoanoids have at CHRONOS, he never died from being gutted from the inside. Dr Gordon was able to patch him up and do some organ transplants. Then they kept him on life support until he woke up from a 30 day coma/recovery period (he has a big scar on his lower chest and stomach from it though). He then resigned and collected a severance package and now lives a happy semi normal life somewhere off the grid safe from the Guyver

[cerise-on-top]

Eating Jausn with König

A Brettljausn is just about the best thing out there. I wrote this back in November when my classmates decided to talk about Easter and Osterjausn, so the formatting is different. However, I thought it would work well with the Easter post, so I decided to post it now.

“Honey, what is that?” You looked at the wrinkly, dark colored thing in front of you. It might have been a sausage, on closer inspection. The plate was well filled with all kinds of meat and cheese. On the side were horseradish, eggs and pepper of all colors. On a small plate in front of you were small, sliced cherry tomatoes, the basket next to it held bread.

“It’s a Brettljause, it’s what we eat on special occasions, such as easter. But you don’t always need one to eat it. Just enjoy the meat, dear. It’s all from regional farmers as well.” König seemed rather content while looking at the food. You knew that Austrians loved their meats and sausages, he had told you about that before and you made fun of him for it, but you didn’t think he’d take it upon himself to prepare something like that. It seemed like that must have taken a lot of work. Must have been fairly costly as well. There was bacon there, it looked fairly good.

You took a piece of bread and picked up some meat with a fork. “And what’s this?”

“That’s Geselchtes. I call it Gsöchts, though. It’s meat that you put in salt water before smoking for a few hours. Before eating, you normally cook it. Don’t worry, this one doesn’t have too much fat on it, you can just cut those pieces off.” He put some gray-ish meat on a slice of bread, adding some egg slices and topping it off with some of the grated horseradish. Its scent wafted through the air, stinging your nose a bit. You watch him take a bite out of the bread, he locks his eyes with yours once he notices. “Is something the matter?”

“No, no, everything’s alright.” You looked at the pink meat on your fork, a bit hesitant to give it a try. König seemed to like this sort of food, he likely wouldn’t have prepared it otherwise. Besides, it was classic Austrian cuisine, apparently, it was only polite of you to try it, at the very least. Taking a bite out of the meat, you ran your tongue across it to give it a taste. You could definitely taste the salt, but it wasn’t too bad. It simply added to the flavor. The meat wasn’t very chewy, but you wouldn’t exactly call it the most tender meat either. It was actually surprisingly good. Instead of putting it on your bread, you simply ate the piece whole before picking up the same thing König had. “And what’s this?”

“Schweinsbratn.” He didn’t even hesitate to gobble up his bread, already on his second one. This time he put some bacon on it with cheese. Eggs and horseradish weren’t missing this time either. One of the tomato slices was lifted off the plate and put on his instead.

You followed his example and put two slices of the meat on your bread, topping it off the same way as him. That meat wasn’t too bad actually either, it was obvious that it was made of pork. With the horseradish being very fresh it was only natural for it to be spicy still. It didn’t disappoint, the taste somewhat reminding you of wasabi, even if your eyes started watering a bit. Your bread was gone soon enough and you opted for another one. There was no telling if König’s next one was his third or fourth one already.

“So, Schatzi.” He prepared another one. “Is it good? Do you like it?”

“Oh, it actually is. It’s pretty good.” Taking some of the red pepper, you put it on your bread with Geselchtem, gulping down a few of the tomatoes. You were sort of surprised this stuff didn’t come with a salad as well.

By the time you were on your third bread, the plate was already pretty empty, with König having eaten quite a lot. He’s always had a rather big appetite, and for that you were grateful, there was no way you could have eaten all of that on your own. You hadn’t tried the dark, cut up sausage yet. Of course, you had no idea what that was either. “What’s this? Sausage?”

König quickly chewed the food in his mouth before swallowing it down. “Yes, that’s Hoatwiastl. Hartwürstel, I suppose. As the name suggests, it’s a hard sausage. It’s very good, though, you have to try it.”

It was rather hard indeed, you were glad it was cut up into smaller slices. Biting into it whole would be another other ordeal. It was too small to put on bread, so you ate it along with it. Once done, you were completely full, incapable of eating another bite. There were still pieces of meat and cheese left on the plate, it was unbelievable. König didn’t seem affected at all, he simply got up and started putting everything away before returning with a bottle. If you had to take an educated guess then there’s a chance “Wein” might have been the German word for “wine”. “Would you like a  Spritzer? It’s essentially wine mixed with soda.”

“Is that really necessary? Do we really need to drink too?”

He chuckled a bit. “It’s a big part of our culture. Alternatively, I can offer you some Gösser or Puntigamer.” With an amused expression, he watched you weigh your options. You didn’t know what either of those things were, probably some sort of beer, thus making you better off with the wine, probably. König even got the two of you some wine glasses. They were fancy looking, but you weren’t sure if you could actually take a sip of that.

He really just put mineral water into some wine, drinking it slowly. With a watchful eye, he almost expected you to take after him, which you did eventually. It tasted exactly the way you’d imagine, sparkly wine with a bit less flavor. Not the worst you’ve ever had. The things you did to make your man happy.

You continued to eat for another few minutes, this time in silence, for the most part. The plate was certainly full at the beginning, you couldn’t believe your eyes when most of it was gone. Still, despite the culture being rather meat heavy, you had to admit, it was pretty good. However, it was very filling. You couldn’t eat another slice of bread, opting for the meat and sausage instead, eating some slices of cheese along with them. Maybe some mayonnaise would have been good with it as well, but you didn’t want to make the suggestion in case König didn’t like it.

After wiping his mouth with a paper towel, he sat back, letting out a content sigh while holding his tummy. Even he seemed to be rather full after the copious amounts of meat he had eaten. Not like you weren’t, however. He took another sip of his Spritzer before putting the plates away, with you helping him out a bit, naturally.

“Thank you for trying some of my food, I do appreciate it. Did you like it?” Cleaning the plates with a sponge, his focus was on getting the last few crumbs off it so he could put it in the dishwasher. You popped one last cherry tomato in your mouth before handing him another plate, giving him a hum of approval.

“Yeah, it was pretty good, but could we maybe eat something less meaty next time? This was quite a lot.”

“Don’t worry, Schatzi, next time we can eat Kasnudeln. They’re also very delicious!”

[just-jordie-things]

I've got one!!!!

#1 with gojo but they're grown ups and all the war (like,ij the manga) has ended and they wake up peacefully in each other's arms!!!

1: "Good Morning" Kiss ___

you'd spent years so violently plagued by nightmares that you'd grown used to waking up gasping, in a cold sweat, tears falling from your face as your mind conjured horrid images- images most often torn from your memories. you'd rarely known a full night's sleep, although you were in a stage in your life where a solid eight hours was much needed to get your energy up, eight hours felt like a luxury compared to the measly rest you'd been getting.

however this morning, you wake up with sun shining over your face. you squint against the light as you stir from your sleep, stretching your legs, and then your arms, while trying to keep the morning sun from penetrating your eyelids. but it was no use, you were awake now. your limbs fall back to the mattress with a soft sigh from you. staying in bed just seemed so good today. the matress felt extra cozy, and the sheets were warm tangled around you.

you realize they're tucked perfectly around you, and you turn your head to find the other side of the bed is empty.

odd, you think. he's never up before me. and when he wakes up before me, he always wakes me up.

there's a slight furrow in your brow as you sit up, trying to rack your brain for some kind of plan or appointment that he could've had this morning. nothing comes to mind.

it's then that a familiar smell wafts by your nose, and you notice the door to your bedroom is ajar.

bacon.

with a grin and newfound energy, you slide out of bed, tugging down the material of the oversized shirt that had ridden up on your hips.

the man was a giant, nothing would ever fit properly on you. but he liked it that way, and to be honest, so did you.

your feet pad softly down the stairs but with great swiftness. when you finally round the corner to the source of the delicious smell, you grin.

satoru's back is to you as he's dancing around to the quiet music playing from his phone. you can see he's pushing the bacon around in the oiled pan with a pair of tongs, and much to your delight he's shirtless. although you can see the strings of an apron tied around his back. it was most certainly a sight you could get used to.

"you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna c'mere and say good morning?"

he doesn't even look over his shoulder at you, but he doesn't have to. he'd recognize your presence in a crowded room with a blindfold on. (which he has)

you make your way into the kitchen and smile when he finally does turn to look at you. just as he leans down to kiss you hello, you're laughing.

"when the hell did you buy that?" you snort, and he follows your line of sight to the apron he's wearing.

kiss the cook, it reads, with a big red lipstick stain under the text.

"it's a classic!" he declared with a proud grin. "i got it as soon as you moved in!"

you're still laughing, though satoru thinks you're laughing at him, and not at the comical apron.

"you don't like it?" he pouts, and you smile up at him as you wrap your arms around his waist, leaning your chest into his.

"no no, i love it,"

you're lying, you really just think it's sexy of him to wear the apron and just the apron, but truthfully, satoru's more than fine with that.

"good morning, satoru" you finally tell him, and he gazes at you fondly as you tip your head back to look up at him properly.

you're so cute in the mornings, with your sleepy eyes and disheveled hair, and his shirt that hangs off of you so perfectly for your bare legs to be on display for him.

it's been a year of mornings like this now, and still, he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. but he's okay with being pleasantly surprised, every morning, to have you here with him, smiling because you didn't have a care in the world, smiling because you'd had another full night of sleep, smiling because he's with you and you're with him and you're here, safe, together, and it was going to be like this for the rest of your lives.

every morning gojo satoru woke up pleasantly surprised to have this happily ever after he'd never thought possible.

so with you hugging onto him now, he can't help but lean down and press a kiss to your lips- even though the pancakes he's made are going cold and the bacon he's frying is getting too crispy for either of your liking- he drops the tongs and cups your face in his hands as he kisses you longingly, deeply, pouring all of the love and happiness he held for you right into your mouth. he only hopes you feel at least an ounce of it.

you smile against his lips, and when he pulls away you steal one more chaste, sweet kiss, before you let him stand back to his full height, the two of you smiling at each other like a couple of lovesick idiots. (which you were)

"g'morning sweetheart" ___

a/n: i'm not caught up in the manga rn i'm stalling bc i don't want to hurt i want to live in my fantasy world where everyone is happy >.<

xoxo ~ jordie

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[shallowseeker]

The destruction of the family diner in SPN's 14x13 Lebanon:

So many family & Dean symbols

Zachariah appears in front of a GARAGE (Al's Automobile Garage - Automobile Repairing). The light spotlights closed wooden doors, a callback to Castiel's arrival.

Papers and wrappers blow in the wind. There's a shopping cart with a big tire in it. Shopping is another family motif.

Cas joins him from the side of the shopping cart. (Combat isn't Zach's strong suit, I'm guessing, so he needs a specialist with him at all times.)

The next shot includes more CHECKERBOARDED patterned papers, a call-forward to the family unit/family diner. They're restaurant wrappers, strewn about like garbage, the specter of the trampling of the family diner.

Zachariah is disgusted by it, shaking his foot like it's dog poop.

"Earth. You're always stepping in something."

///

Dean's family diner

Zachariah and Cas enter the diner. The triangular neon sign "PSYCHIC" is lit up behind them, its eye peering at the audience. (I think it's a callback to Pamela, anther one of Dean's first contacts with Cas.)

This family diner is a pizza parlor called Big Little B&E Palace Pizza & Pasta. (Or something like that; probably just B&E.) To quote Shaggy from Scoobynatural, it's "like, a great Italian pizza place."

Also B&E -> like "breaking and entering."

///

The menu's got something for everyone:

The Classic Italian, The Greek, the Bacon Double Cheeseburger (Dean), Deluxe Hawaiian (Jack), Garden Veggie (Sam), Super Supreme.

Next to the menu, there's a bronze Roman warrior bust.

On the wall, two coats hang among the mass of coats, touching -- a gray one reminiscent of Dean's dead guy robe and something khaki-tan like Cas's.

///

Cut to Cas, directly positioned in front of the menu and next to the warrior bust. Cas will be shot in view of this threatening bust for much of this scene.

Zach orders Cas to get ready to murder everyone. The lights above the cashier counter burst. We get a shot of Cas powering up that bears some resemblance to the shot of Godstiel at the end of season 6.

When he powers up the windows of the family pizza diner light up, garnering the attention of Sam and Dean, who happen to be RIGHT OUTSIDE 528 B & E.

///

Shot of Cas powered up and ready to kill. The Roman soldier bust remains in the shot.

Enter Sam and Dean.

When Dean calls for Cas, the bust drops from the shot, but only for a second. Instead, we see more of the family diner menu. However, when Dean pleads, "Cas, you know us!" Cas hardens.

"I don't know you." And suddenly, the bust is back in the shot.

Dean's expression is like whiplash. Ow.

"Kill them."

Warrior--pizza--Cas. It's a mockery of Dean's family.

///

The fight & destruction of Dean's family diner

Cas attacks Dean first--throws him into two silver serving trays.

Cut to Zachariah choking Sam...in front of sailboats from Italy, Lago di Garda. (Famously, Lake Garda has something for everyone with its colorful towns, majestic castles, ancient Roman ruins, sun-kissed beaches, vineyards, amusement parks, and historical sites.)

These paired sails bring to mind Mary & John. Or Dean & Cas.

Side note: Absolutely hilarious that Zach blames Sam for the disturbance. Dean is the one who made the wish.

///

Dean is on the defense, but whacking Cas with a silver platter is pretty much like hammering an unmovable wall. Cas just keeps coming. He backhands Dean face-first into a brick wall.

Side sidenote: I'm glad the boys' angel blades hadn't disappeared yet. A few minutes later and the timeline might've eaten them, leaving the boys defenseless.

Side side sidenote: Although Dean favors Cas with the blunt end of the angel blade, quickly getting disarmed in the process, Sam's not that nice. After dispatching Zach, he attacks Cas with the pointy end.

Cas punches Sam in the face...and then backhands Dean again. Sam comes for more, gets the vector of his blade blocked, and gets choked again.

Cas throws Sam into one of the family diner table, spilling the meal the three Lebanon friends had been enjoying. The destruction of the family meal. The tablecloth is the same checkerboard pattern than Zach trampled earlier.

Elbow to Dean's face. Dean gets thrown into the shelf of dishes. The glasses on the top shelf shatter. Both white mugs fall, too. Everything shatters, and Dean falls into the glass. The destruction of the metaphorical kitchen, the domestic space with coffee cups.