#home dinner

[chetdithoi]

17 Mar 2024

Dye my hair pink in the afternoon and cook bún đậu mắm tôm for dinnerrr.

I officially state that I cannot mix good mắm tôm. The sauce always has a weird taste idkw. Maybe because I bought the cheap sauce.

Did not expect this kind of barbie pink, hoped for a more pastel tone. I went to this hair stylist several times, and none of those times I came back with satisfaction. I don't know why I keep coming back to him. Am I crazy? Maybe it's because I cannot afford a more professional one.

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[toyastales]

Brisket Cheesesteaks

[bedrock-to-buildheight]

He really thought he’s good with secrets, huh

[cherryyybelle]

I may be dirty but I am also a romantic ☺️ 🌹

I LOOVE that, I’m the same way. Dirty but romantic

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

"You know what it's like when you don't know anything at all, and yet you're totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person."

A dinner with candles and wine after 'lift home'?👀❤

[gil-estel]

family vacation on pabu after the war

[vintagehomecollection]

At Home With Japanese Design: Accents, Structure and Spirit, 1990

[cozilikefood]

Foods

[tiiramisu-cake]

Hannibal who spent 2 hours in the kitchen trying to prepare Will's favourite hamburger recipe.

Will: hmm... this is almost as good as Wendy's

Hannibal: *serious eye twitching*

[chetdithoi]

16 Mar 2024

Homemade phở cuốn.

We kept all the used plastic bottles in a huge bag with the hope to sell them one day. 16 Mar was the day. We thought that the money by selling those would buy us dinner. But we only got 10k vnd.

But we made phở cuốn anyways.

[silasplaskett]

people will cry about representation for years and years and then say the most blatantly homophobic things about canon queer characters for no reason

[toyastales]

Crack Burgers😋

[softpng]

sometimes I think about that guy on amazon who reviewed pride and prejudice and did an entire angry, weirdly math focused rant about how awful darcy is and then ends it all with "I could carve a better man out of a banana"

[shushmal]

Eddie shakes the foundations of Steve's world on a Sunday evening, at 6:44 p.m.

Steve knows the exact moment because he's standing at the stove, stirring pasta sauce and watching the time to make sure the garlic bread in the oven doesn't burn. It's June and it's hot, and they've got all the windows thrown open to let in a cool breeze. Eddie's sitting at the little kitchen table, probably messing with his D&D game notes, Steve would guess because he's focused on making dinner so it's ready when Wayne gets back from his shift. The three of them will eat together tonight, like they have Sundays past since April, a new little tradition that Steve's always craved to be a part of.

Except, when he turns, after Eddie speaks, he finds Eddie leaned back in his chair, like he's been watching Steve the entire time.

But before that, Eddie says, "I'm in love with you."

Steve stops stirring. The numbers on the stove tell him that it's 6:44 p.m. If he looks, the calendar would tell him it's a Sunday in June. And Eddie just told Steve that he was in love with him.

The numbers change—6:45 p.m.

Slowly, like he's moving through water, Steve turns, looks at Eddie over his shoulder, finds him leaned back, watching, smiling soft and wistful. Steve turns a little more, looking closer.

Has anyone ever looked at Steve like that before?

Eddie's eyes are bright, round and relaxed, as he gazes at Steve, those pretty lips curled up just right, a happy little smile. He doesn't say anything, even though there's only silence between them now. The sauce on the stove simmers, bubbles rising through the thickness to pop in shushed bursts. Steve drops his spoon.

"What?" he asks, turning further now. Steve's bread is going to burn under the broiler and his sauce is going to be scorched if he doesn't focus. He doesn't know what time it is anymore.

"I'm in love with you," Eddie says, again. That smile grows a little more. "I'm so in love with you, Steve Harrington."

And Steve is good at moving on instinct, good at chasing the ball down, good at finding himself in the right spot to make the right decision. He moves now, floats across the little kitchen, until he's in front of Eddie, leaning down, breathing his air, tasting his lips—

Their dinner burns.

[stargirl230]

Take a break!

This is for anyone who's been working hard (me, because once exam season starts it never ends...)

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)