#line cook life

[boundlesstowermoved]

[miwsolovely]

—BROKEN PIANO KEYS.

combat medic!reader getting the brunt of gaz’s death + price who breaks. based on mito’s post !!

tw: heavy grief, character death.

it wasn’t raining.

on days like these, days where people are mourned and remembered, where people regret and forgive, it’s supposed to be sad.

it’s supposed to be sad, so why is the sun shining? why is the sky clear? where’s the bitter, dewy smell of the rain on the plants?

Why are the flowers blossoming on such a dreary day?

you thought the setting was bad, thought the world hated you with how the skies were free of dark clouds and droopy leaves, but when the 21-gun salute started, your knees buckled and your body started shaking; you want to go home.

home where you used to lay on the couch together, home where you used to cook meals together, home where his scent still lingers on the furniture, his clothes, his pillow. it was still there, his tantalizing scent, comforting you during the hard days where you can barely close your eyes, but tormenting you every day with what you lost.

each fire of their guns made you flinch, made you dig your nails into your palm until they bled, made you sink your teeth in your chapped lips until you tasted iron.

only when you looked down at your hands, seeing the blood trail out of the crescent marks you created and spread out on your palmar flexion creases like art, the trail of blood leading from your mouth splattering on your open palm and staining the dry grass, that you realized where you are.

you’re at a funeral, his funeral.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, a sergeant in the 141, your friend, your best friend, the man you found yourself falling for day by day. he’s gone.

if you’d have gotten there sooner, if you’d have—

the whiplike shots of the guns shake you out of your reverie.

but they also send you into a more poisonous one.

one where you see him. see his face covered in blood, his beautiful face, stained by the blood of enemies.

we get dirty and the world stays clean.

but he didn’t need to. he didn't need to get dirty to keep the world clean. he was the only one who had a clear mindset in the darkest times, who had stayed by you when your sheets would stick to your skin and your mind had been plagued by the cloying melody of the night.

to you, the world needed him to stay clean.

they needed him in the way he'd anyways go out of his way to make sure the elderly were safe after a bad day, who always check up on the kids he'd meet on ops after they went through a traumatic moment,

you needed him in the way he could just be there with you and listen to your hummingbird heart beat into his open palm when you’d lie in bed together.

you remember, his ebony hair that is, was, a rich dark brown, that always seemed to verge on black; it always reminded you of the grand piano he has.

. . . Had.

his voice was always so soft, just like the word ebony itself has a pleasing, melodic sound when it's spoken, his name, not his callsign, instead, the name given to him by his mother who has equally as shiny hair and skin;

Kyle. your kyle, your love. your everything.

though you were going through one of the worst throes since your late parents, though your grief was present in your breath, though the wail you let out scratched your throat like knives; others were going through the agonizing pain of loss.

others like johnny whose tear stained sketchbook is filled with kyle’s last moments smiling, where he was petting a stray cat on the outskirts of the battlefield a few weeks ago.

others like simon who can’t walk to his room without feeling his eyes sting and heart crumble; kyle’s room exactly across from his, with bouquets and letters and everything that screams Kyle blocking someone from entering.

others like johnathan.

johnathan, who can’t drink his tea without feeling like somethings wrong. kyle would make him tea early in the morning with his own special touch. though he’d never told price what it was.

johnathan, who finds himself gently moving the gifts left in front of kyle’s door and quietly moving inside after opening the door.

johnathan, whose tears come fast when he sees your sleeping body laying on his bed, tears flowing free even in your sleep.

johnathan, who gently wakes you up and guides you to the bathroom so you can wash up and get something to eat.

“kyle wouldn’t want this for you doe.”

johnathan, who after you wash up and after johnny drives you to a nearby diner, stands alone in kyle’s room.

johnathan, who falls to his knees and lets out a deep wail that comes from the hearth of his sorrow.

johnathan, whose tears cascaded down his face like a relentless waterfall, each droplet a testament to the profound sorrow that had hollowed out his heart.

johnathan, whose sobs echoed through the empty room, a symphony of despair that reverberated against the walls and seeped into the very air he breathed inside this grave of a room.

johnathan, whose grief seemed to bend him, much like how he saw you curled in fetal position, his shoulders were hunched as if carrying the burden of a thousand heartaches; his team’s heartaches, your heartache. his own headache that weighed the weight of the world ten times over.

johnathan, whose eyes, windows to a soul shattered by loss, glistened with the raw, unfiltered emotion of a man who had been stripped of all pretense.

johnathan, who, in that moment, he was the embodiment of human fragility, a poignant reminder of the universal capacity for suffering.

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©miwsolovely

[spock-smokes-weed]

Maybe I can’t speak cus I’m very new to one piece, but I’m already seeing some “Sanji/Zoro is problematic cus they do nothing but fight” type takes.

Zoro is an emotionally repressed loner type swordsman. Sanji is a chef. Fighting is their love language.

[whollyjoly]

thinking about the date scene...and honestly i dont know which idea i love more cause like

the idea that buck is going all out and cooking for tommy (ESPECIALLY if he's like, just coming off shift) and tommy just smiling so softly cause like!! someone put the effort into doing something nice for him and maybe that doesnt happen all too often/hasnt really happened before, and it just absolutely staggers him how much this man actually wants to do nice things for him 🥹

BUT THEN ALSO

the idea of buck and tommy cooking together, moving around the space together with ease and such simple domesticity!! small touches as they reach around each other, buck having tommy sample the sauce to see how it tastes, maybe tommy makes the garlic bread and its a secret family recipe and when buck asks about it, tommy says hmm, maybe someday with the soft crinkley smile... 🥹🥹

i just!! cooking as a love language!!!

[loving-jack-kelly]

davey jacobs in the "pleasure to have in class" to college dropout pipeline. davey jacobs realizing three semester into his bachelors that actually he doesn't like school and being good at something isn't enough reason to keep on going through it when it makes him miserable. davey jacobs finding more purpose in doing a job to get through the day and going home to pursue his passions after work without worrying about what they will get him.

also davey jacobs in a leather jacket on a motorcycle because I say so.

[brain-rot-central]

I don't wanna go to work. I just want to write vampire smut, cook good food, and bake bread.

[anonymouspuzzler]

Hmm. This’ll be to everyone, Buck, Davey, and Minnie! To all of you guys, what are your favorite desserts? Anything special?

[Image IDs/transcripts under cut!]

[Image 1 ID: A black-and-white digital ink drawing of Puzz's OC Buck, a middle-aged white man with a barrel-chested build, hairy arms, balding hairstyle, large nose and thick mustache. He is wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark pants. He stands with his arms folded below his chest, looking off to the side with a furrowed brow, saying "I'm not much of a sweet tooth. ...Baklava and coffee's nice sometimes." End ID.]

[Image 2 ID: A two-panel, black-and-white digital ink drawing of Puzz's OC Davey, a middle-aged black man with a lanky build, amputated right arm, diagonal scar across his face, thin mustache, large ears, large eyes with long lashes, buck teeth, and long curly hair in a ponytail. He is wearing a baggy tank top and sports shorts. In the first panel Davey is sitting on the floor, hand braced on his ankle, looking at the viewer with a casual grin and saying, "Oh, whatever Buck's experimenting with and pawns off on me. He made fudge brownies a while back that were killer." The second panel shows him with his elbow braced on his left knee, resting his face in his hand, looking off to the side thoughtfully and saying, "...I still got a little soft spot for like. That cheap yellow grocery store cake. You know the kind. Had a lotta 'em in my day." End ID.]

[Image 3 ID: A black-and-white digital ink drawing of Puzz's OC Minnie, a 13-year-old white girl with a stocky build, buck teeth, freckles, and hair in large braided pigtails. She is wearing a spaghetti-strap dress over a t-shirt and has black painted nails. She is gesturing with both hands and a disinterested expression, saying, "You know those McDonald's apple pies that come in the weird paper things. Probably that." In the background, Buck, holding a mixing bowl and spoon, looks at her in horror and responds, "What is wrong with you." End ID.]

[klanced]

this isn’t even about my evil agenda anymore I actually just need to hear your dissertation on voltron/klance x first love late spring

you do evil things to my dick and balls. i hope you know that.

first love / late spring is a very keith-core song, but i think it also applies to both keith and lance... but more specifically, FL/LS is keith pre-relationship, and then FL/LS is lance once they have already started dating.

i'm obsessed with that one interview of mitski where she explained that she wrote this song while she was experiencing her vulnerable first love... and first love is vulnerable. you simultaneously reap the rewards of being known but at the same time, you've now let someone else know you, and now you have to trust them to take care of you. and it's so vulnerable. it's more naked than being naked. and it's so difficult as well because now you're learning a brand new way you can be hurt.

so keith, pre-relationship... he's pining for lance and he is MISERABLE. he's lost control! he feels like he's being consumed by the enormity of his feelings. he's eight years old and small and never asked for this, he never wanted to know he could feel this way. he just wants lance to fucking go already. keith wants to spit vitriol and blame and shame and drive lance away so that when lance leaves him (and he will leave him, like everyone else has), then at least it will be on keith's own terms for once. and keith doesn't, he refuses, to say how he feels. he'll spitefully choke on his confession until it suffocates him. he doesn't want to know what lance might say.

but he also is afraid of lance's reaction because... if lance gives him even a sliver of ground, if there's even a promise of a chance -- keith will fold instantly. he will jump into this love headfirst. he'll do anything if it will make lance stay with him.

and then lance, mid-established relationship... things with keith are perfect, everything is going great, so why does lance feel so anxious all the time? why does he feel so scared when keith looks at him like he's his whole world? maybe the problem is lance. because what they have is real. because he's pretty sure keith is it for him. and that terrifies lance. because lance, deep down, knows he's going to screw this up. and it's not just his heart on the line; he's also going to hurt keith.

keith smiles at him and lance feels sick to his stomach. he wants to tell keith that they might be happy right now, but eventually, lance is going to ruin this. he wants to warn keith that lance is going to break his heart one day.

lance isn't always so negative about himself. during the day, it's easy to let himself be buoyed and enveloped by his feelings for keith. he loves being in love with keith. because the love is real. it's real, and it's there, and that matters. but at night, all those poisonous insecurities and anxieties rear their ugly head, and lance finds himself standing on a ledge over a drop. lance daydreams about spending the rest of his life with keith; lance has never felt so young and small.

[warmspice]

[hanamurachans]

enstars characters at the cospro restaurant

[the-acid-pear]

↓ me every time I start to think of just how fucking similar Henry Miller and Callum Crown are

[truebluewhocanoe]

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

◇ gimme your thoughts on Yukong's feelings on war/the Xianzhou Alliance's conflicts with the Abundance, etc. Like does she feel it's a waste of lives sometimes or that /someone/ needs to keep the Abundance in check etc OvO

send me questions you have about my character. Always accepting! @shallliveoninsong

The war against the Abominations of Abundance is, unfortunately, a fact of life within the Xianzhou Alliance, and Yukong knows of this fact quite well. Her father was a seasoned and decorated fighter pilot who believed dying in the field of battle was the absolute highest honor a warrior could give, and her childhood was filled with stories of the battles that he partook in, often recounted through a rather romanticized lens. I think this could have definitely influenced how Yukong used to view war during her younger years -- that although there was a good chance she and her comrades would perish while fighting off the Abominations, it was all for the continued safety and prosperity of the Xianzhou, and she was prepared for that outcome.

That was until the Third Abundance War, when Yukong's world was completely changed forever.

There on that barren planet surrounded by the flaming wreckage of downed starskiffs and Caiyi giving her final breath in Yukong's arms, the ace pilot , in her tremendous grief, began to question what the point of it all was when good people like Caiyi had their lives ripped away. Was it really an honor to die in a blaze of glory when all it brought was suffering? This was Yukong's mindset in the years following the Third Abundance War, where her fear caused her to push back hard against Qingni's desire to follow the path of a fighter pilot, just as her late birth mother had done. The Helm Master didn't want her daughter to lose her life on the battlefield, but she didn't realize then how she was only hurting Qingni by trying to keep her chained to the ground. And so, she let go of her fears to let her daughter achieve her dreams.

This line always sticks with me because, in my opinion, it really does speak to how she continues to view the wars against the Abundance. Yukong may not fully see the point in all the sacrifices anymore, even when it was their sacrifices that have kept the Abominations from destroying the Xianzhou, but if that was the choice Qingni wanted to make for herself, then who was she to interfere with that choice?

[axolotlclown]

Listening to women right now is very important. We are witnessing other women step forward and speak about their experiences with Wilbur. As men, we need to be listening, because it's never just one woman.

However, we also must not forget the value of our voices. We as men need to step up and say that this behavior is unacceptable. We need to talk about it. We need to call out our friends and our brothers for this behavior.

Men that hurt women will not listen to women, but they will listen to men. If we truly want to support women right now, we need to be vocal about our support. We need to show up and acknowledge the reality—Shubble is not the only woman that has experienced this kind of abuse.

There are many women in our personal lives that experience this abuse. Abusers could be our closest friends, family, mentors, and leaders. We cannot let our guard down. We cannot sacrifice our morals to keep the peace. We must remain vocal. This behavior cannot be socially acceptable.

We say that we support women. We say that we will support domestic violence survivors. But when the abuse is staring you in the eyes, we remain complacent. This is not acceptable.

[bongdaddy666]

i love using kitchen lingo. saying "behind" when moving behind someone, saying "heard" to acknowledge what someone said, yelling "corner" when going around the corner, and my personal favorite- yelling "SHARP KNIFE SHARP SHARP, SHARP KNIFE BEHIND YOU" with a massive chef knife

[cherry-treelane]

this is extremely important to me it means so much....if u get it u get it and if u don't u dont.... (fics are all from the wonderful mother_of_houseplants btw shes amazing and so is her writing which is evident in these screenshots)