#canning veggies

[rat-hand]

🫛dilly beans!

[officialmiintee]

Furin first years having a fruitful harvest!!

participating in (some) days of @windbreakerweek with day 1: garden!

[amethystsoda]

just wanna say for people who have chronic illness/adhd/any form of low energy or spoons—using premade items, canned goods, boxed meals, microwave meals, and everything in between isn’t a shame or embarrassing!!!!

If you have limited energy, helping yourself find a manageable way to eat meals is so important!!

[dreamdripdistance]

just like me fr...

[canisalbus]

I forget if you've covered this before, but do either of the boys smoke in the modern day version? My assumption is no, but I do think it would be cute for one to stop for the other's sake. I also think both would look extremely handsome doing it (until Machete breaks out into a coughing fit).

In modern au, Machete started stress smoking at around 14 or 15, initially prompted by peer pressure (he wanted to impress his friends, most of which seemed way cooler than him). He was never an incessant chain smoker but it was something he could do to manage his anxiety (or at least feel like he had some control over it). He continued until he met Vasco.

With Vasco's support, he managed to quit shortly after their relationship became serious, mostly out of fear of bothering his boyfriend with the smell. He still sometimes fidgets with the lighter when he's feeling agitated.

[shannonsketches]

I just wanted to play with color on Toyotarou's art and I these panels spark the most joy

[missmetus]

[nijuukoo]

Hooo-leee shit! Nick!! We gotta find this warehouse or somethin', man, 'cause we need this Bigfoot statue!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Izutsumi character study

[puyostim]

summery oddish and bellsprout w l+frolicking+playing gif for anon!

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🌱 ☀️ 🌱

[solarockk]

My beautifull princess with a disorder <3

[noyzinerd]

Stiles: Um, sure. Let's see...hmmm...Oh! If you see a drowsy looking bee on the ground, you can give it a little drop of sugar water to help make it feel better.

Derek, in the middle of cleaning out a bullet wound:

Stiles:

Stiles: I'm now starting to realize that you were probably asking me for a "Q-Tip" rather than a "cute tip".

[sushiisiu]

new klapollo crumbs from the ace attorney cafe in shanghai and wuhan T__T

[whisperingrockers]

being in a fandom so small there aren’t even two cakes to eat im forced into the kitchen to cook everything my damn self!!!

[albatris]

Snippet Sunday!

this week we'll have some Quinn attempting to be sweet and nice

God, what to make? They weren’t a cook. They especially weren’t a cook next to someone like Nat. Why had they offered? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Quinn dug around in their fridge, hoping it would be the thought that counted. Maybe a stir-fry…?

They threw some fake chicken into a wok, alongside some carrots, onion and broccoli, and turned the heat to high. High meant it would cook faster, right? They didn’t want to keep him waiting too long.

They dug around in their pantry for some spices. What went in a stir-fry? Ginger, cumin… cinnamon? No garlic. Chili. Paprika? Quinn didn’t know what any of these were used for. And none of that would make a sauce. What went into a stir-fry that made it a sauce?

Oh, hell, the vegetables were burning. Quinn flitted back over to the wok and turned down the heat. Should they have put some oil in? They splashed in some avocado oil, and then a bit more. Maybe the oil and spices made the sauce? They chucked the spices in and mixed them around. Quinn tasted. Nope, not right.

In a sudden stroke of genius, Quinn typed ‘easy stir-fry recipe’ into their internet search bar with their free hand. Soy sauce. They needed soy sauce. Quinn poured in a generous dash, swirled it about. If that didn’t fix things, nothing would. They were too nervous to taste test it a second time.

He’d like it. He’d like it, wouldn’t he? At the very least, he’d be polite enough to pretend he liked it.

They let the stir-fry simmer for a few minutes, then dished some up into a bowl. To their dismay, their pulse was racing and they felt a little woozy. They slapped themself in the cheeks a few times, cursing themself for being so anxious. What the hell did they have to be anxious about?

They ventured down the hall to Nat’s room, only to find that he was passed out asleep already. Their bubbling nerves immediately turned to irritation, and Quinn quashed the feeling. This was probably for the best, and they were more than a little relieved, too. Their stir-fry most definitely sucked.

Quinn bumped into Alex back out in the living room, freshly clean and free of gore. It had taken its braids out and thoroughly washed its hair.

“Here,” Quinn said, holding out the bowl. “You can have this.” In its current condition, Alex probably wouldn’t be able to taste the difference between stir-fry and dirt anyway. At least it wouldn’t go to waste.

“Thank you?” Alex said, a question. “Did you cook this for Nat?”

“No,” Quinn said, their lip curled. “I just felt like cooking.”

“Sure.”

“I’m heading out,” Quinn said. “I’m going to Nat’s stupid apartment to feed his stupid cat.”

Alex took a bite of stir-fry. “Don’t do anything reckless,” it said around its mouthful. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“No relaxing, got it.”

Alex rolled its eyes at them.

“Try and rest,” Quinn said. “I'll help you with your hair later on tonight.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I don’t need help with it.”

“Would you like help with it? And doesn’t a scalp massage sound nice?”

Alex considered this. “Hm. Maybe.”

“The word you’re looking for is yes,” Quinn said. “Just let me look after you a bit, alright?”

“Alright,” Alex said. “This stir fry is awful, by the way. Even to my uncooperative tastebuds.”

“I didn't hear that.” Quinn hopped over to give Alex a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon!”

[blakbonnet]

Ed learning how to sketch and doing these elaborate ones of Stede and getting frustrated when he can't get the nose right but trying to get it to look as much like Stede as he possibly can, and then eventually graduating to make full body sketches and the walls of the inn are littered with smudgy charcoal prints and sketches of Stede reading naked, Stede cooking naked, Stede fishing naked, and in every single one Stede's dick has a little smiley face drawn on it c: