#remember to kiss the cook

[foxyafroninja]

~More thoughts from inside my head~

*<*The 141 boys are taking their turn in the kitchen…what could possibly go wrong!*<*

Our first sacrifice chief *>*<*>*

💀 Simon “Ghost” Riley

This man is a surprisingly good cook.

You weren’t sure exactly WHAT you were expecting. Just looking at him you wouldn’t think he knows his way around a kitchen but you’d be wrong.

Nothing crazy fancy- Quick, Practical and Tasty… so lots of pastas.(but who doesn’t like spaghetti 🍝)

Next to grace the kitchen *<*>*<*>*

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿John “Soap” McTavish

Oh boy 🤦🏼‍♀️, nobody puts in the most effort.

How he’s made it this long is a mystery. He could catch water on fire. In fact he HAS caught water on fire! He was trying to make pasta and the oil caught and poof.

But hey it’s the thought that counts, just please don’t let him be unsupervised and besides cooking together is way more fun. ❤️

Drum roll for our next chief<*><*>*<

💃🏻 Alejandro Vargas

There are 2 things that are mandatory for those of Latin blood to know how to do..1- is dancing and 2- is cooking 🥘

Man has a recipe book with things from his great grandmother that he guards with his life

Sit back with a glass of wine and watch this man turn into a whirlwind of pots and pans, all as he dances to music.

Oh Captain my Captain it’s your turn<*<*

🧔🏻‍♂️Captain Price

Price has been all around the world many times and has definitely learned a thing or two

This man is another one who is completely at home in the kitchen, however, he hates cooking lol

He is completely capable of making something fancy but let’s be honest. It’s not his style, but if you ask him nicely he will show off some culinary skills for you.

Lastly everyone’s favorite good ole boy*<*<

Philip Graves🤠

Graves doesn’t cook.. no no no. “Cooking is for sissies “ this man GRILLS. Just like a proper southern boy should.

Graves takes his grilling very seriously and will argue with you for hours about how dry rub seasoning is better then wet.( pleas don’t get him started you will be there for hours)

Definitely owns one of those novelty aprons that says something like “ I like my racks big, my butt rubbed and my pork pulled” and wears it every time he grills.

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Yes, yes I know I left out Rodolfo. That’s only because him and Alejandro’s would have been like exactly the same. Hispanic and Latino men all, at least in my experience, know how to cook and they are damn good at it too.

I wonder what my brain will think up next to share with you all. Maybe something a little more…. Personal who knows! But it’s late and I work in the morning so I’ll see you all later!

[aq2003]

i enjoy how hard he's chosen to die on this hill he just like me fr

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

"What would the Fabricator eat...?"

(Transcription under the cut)

Francisco: I'm now thinking we should have added more food in this level... Charlie: It is noticeably missing, isn't it? Francisco: Yeah! Charlie: What would the Fabricator eat? What's her favorite snack? I'm thinking, like... a little dessert. Like a French bonbon or something. Francisco: Yeah... Maybe it's a scorpion sandwich with a chaser of antidote. Charlie: Ohh, yes! I think she would like- in the same way that people like spicy food, she would like poisonous food, and then antidote chasers. Francisco: Yeah... Charlie: ... That's horrible!

[honey-tongues]

Can't imagine playing DAI without Sera.... she's essential to my Inquisitor's sanity. I cannot fathom being surrounded by oceans of insufferably self-important nobles and the local episcopal see without her to make the experience not only bearable but entertaining. Now where's my guillotine

[dollsuguru]

in terms of personality & style i’m thinking of a fic about morticia!suguru & gomez!reader… yeah……… YEAH

[orpulen]

being good in the kitchen is really such a blessing. i love ordering in as much as the next guy and often you can't beat restaurant quality (esp for cuisines i'm not experienced in) but the LOVE in preparing a home cooked meal for someone.....

spending hours planning the meal and buying groceries and preparing dishes you know your person will love..... taking into consideration dietary restrictions and making adjustments accordingly because you care about them..... giving them the best you can give.........

idk there's just something so sweet about it. let me take care of you let me dote on you i made this all just for you. i've said it before and i'll say it again: cooking is my favourite way to say i love you.

[lyriumsings]

i might do a draw over to try to relax before bed

[the-punforgiven]

Full warning to everybody if the new guilty gear character is aba I may go apeshit about it for a good while

[lale-txt]

♡ Imagine you and your f/o on a cooking show. Is it a competition or are you just cooking a nice recipe together in a cozy kitchen setting? What are you cooking? If it’s a competition, who is on the rivalry team? What’s your team name? Who is following the instructions and who is setting the kitchen on fire? Are you playing fair? Who is taking the lead and who crumbles under the pressure, needing a minute off camera only to come back stronger than ever? Who mumbles “Cooking Mama would be so fucking proud” under their breath?

[prosebushpatch]

Alright, I knew it in my heart to be true because I write it all the time, but I was just reading a story and literally went “Ah!” out loud when it occurred, and have truly realized that the best trope is when a love interest finds out their crush isn’t eating enough for what ever reason and then Make it their Job to ensure this person eats well. It’s top tier trope of all time.

[labetalol]

like i realize that whole experience was ultimately fun and i shouldn't taint it by acting sad that what happened was exactly what i thought would happen. like i knew he was going to drop me as soon as possible so why be sad when i can be happy i at least had the chance to make out with a super awesome older doctor like that is honestly my dream...!

[fantasiavii]

I honestly highly recommend the Sandman Dreamcast, it is very soothing and wonderful to fall asleep to, but also I have never heard a single thing Desire says because I am always already asleep 😭

[dramaism]

phew that kiss was a full course meal

[scouscr]

[haelestormmoved]

tag drop part two

[sttoru]

‘satoru hates arguments. even more so when your conflicts cause your baby daughter to be upset as well.’

☀︎｜tags. (girl) dad!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, angst, comfort. mention of arguments between parents. comfort & happy ending, though!

satoru hates having arguments with you. he hates it whenever an argument turns into the silent treatment. he apologises and apologises — yet nothing helps to change your mood sometimes.

ever since you got married and had your daughter, you were a bit more sensitive to the smallest of things than usual. it wasn’t like satoru despised you for it; in fact, he understands that motherhood was and is stressful. that man was nothing but supportive to you.

though, your little arguments were indirectly having an impact on the mental state of your baby. you didn’t even know an one year old could sense the tension between her parents.

“mama, mama!” your daughter appears out of nowhere, waddling over to you standing in the kitchen. she had barely just learnt how to walk. her tiny hand reaches for yours and she points at the doorway with her other, “go, mama, go.”

you curiously let your little girl lead you towards where she was pointing at, only to arrive at the living room. satoru was sitting on the couch, idly staring at the ceiling, other hand fiddling with one of your daughter’s toys. he seemed deep in thought. even exhausted and clearly not his playful self.

“mama, go! mama go papa.”

satoru’s head turns to the side at the cute sound of his favourite little girl. he smiles brightly at her return to the living room, only for his smile to fade just for a second at the sight of you next to her. he isn’t mad at you—more like sad that you still seemed upset with him.

your daughter tugs at your index finger. she apparently wants you to go to her dad—wants you to interact or talk with him. her big eyes were staring up at you with a pleading look in them.

you were in a dilemma. of course, you wanted to put your daughter’s mind at ease. you could just fake interact with satoru—or actually just make it up—but there was still a small part of you that needed time alone. you weren’t yet mentally ready for another confrontation. you needed time to think it out.

however, part of you also knows that your earlier argument was kind of silly. you don’t even fully remember what it was about, that’s how irrelevant it was to your brain.

“c’mon, pumpkin. ‘tis not nice for you to bother mama while she’s cooking.” satoru’s soft voice startles you back to reality. he had already gotten up and crouched down to pick your daughter up in his arms, kissing her chubby cheeks to distract her; “mama’s busy, ‘kay? let’s go play with papa.”

even satoru knew that your argument had caused your little girl to feel some kind of stress. she didn’t fully comprehend the situation, though she was clearly uncomfortable by the fact that her parents were not acting nice and lovey dovey like they usually would.

“no, papa. mama!” the baby whines and points at you and then at satoru, her little legs kicking. it absolutely broke satoru’s heart — shattered it into pieces. oh, how he wishes to never fight with you again. the sight of his little bundle of joy trying to mend things between you two with all she could was simply too much.

satoru looks down at you and notices the way you look at your one year old as well. the same way he did; with guilt and sadness. he sighs softly and without further thought, wraps his free arm around your shoulders and brings you close to his body.

“c’mere,” satoru murmurs as he holds both your daughter and you to his chest, “let me hold my two girls, yeah? may i, sweetheart? please.”

your husband asks for your consent. if you were okay with this—even when he needs it desperately, to hold you again in his arms and to make it right to you—your comfort comes first. if you weren’t ready yet to make up, he’d let you go. even if it’d hurt him immensely.

you don’t answer with your words and instead let your actions do the talking. you wrap one arm around satoru’s torso, the other cradling your daughter closer to both you and him.

it was like nothing mattered anymore in that moment, except for your little family. your worries, stress and anxiety about everything and anything had vanished into thin air as you felt the embrace of the two people you held dear.

your daughter finally giggles—a sound satoru and you had greatly missed. you close your eyes and just rest against your husband’s body.

“mama papa, wuv!” the little girl squeals in happiness as she excitedly babbles on, causing both satoru and you to laugh as well. the white-haired sorcerer leaves a big peck on the baby’s forehead before doing the same to you.

“mhm, papa loves mama veeery much.” satoru hums and kisses your forehead again, solely because he missed being affectionate to you, “papa loves his sweet little angel too.”

you can’t help but chuckle along with your one year old—who seemed to be extremely content in her parents’ loving embrace again. this is how it always should be.

“mama also loves papa very much.” you reply, causing your husband to regain his usual big grin. he finally got what he longed for; to have you look and talk to him with love. your silence may have lasted only a few hours, but it felt like it had been a couple cruel months to the sorcerer.

your eyes meet his again and all was well. you smile at him and he smiles back before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips. satoru’s arm that was draped over your shoulder moves down to curl around your lower back, pulling you as close to him as your bodies would allow.

he pulls back after a few seconds and just lovingly stares at your face again—eyes holding an affection only you had ever been able to witness. your eyes told the same story; nothing could separate you two. ever.

“waaaaah! mama papa, me, me!”

the romantic air between you two suddenly gets interrupted by your daughter’s excited demands. she was demanding kisses as well, puffing her cheeks up as she got ready for it.

“ohh? seems like our angel wants some kisses too.” satoru laughs and nods his head at the baby in his other arm whilst looking at you, “shall we?”

you giggle and nod back—not able to refuse your little girl any longer.

it was not long before the living room fills with the sounds of your child’s laughter, which was caused by the continuous kisses and tickles she was receiving from both satoru and you.