#spicy green beans

[miri-chuuei]

Recipe for Sweet and Spicy Green Beans Your taste buds will be awakened by the soy sauce, honey, and garlic coating on fresh green beans!

[ffcrazy15]

Nothing sexier than a man who knows how to cook.

[harkthorn]

Two bedtime berry bois

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

the amount of effort that goes into figuring out what to cook and eat every day is RIDICULOUS. i used to think people were so weird and boring for eating the same thing every single day but it truly does make life so much easier

[highsummonertemptress]

Level 10 spice🌶️ メンチカツ、チーズと野菜CoCo壱番屋カレー

[genie-made-of-clouds]

Incorrect Quotes Based On What My Most Recent Fic Is About

. . .

Izuku: Mr. Aizawa, you'll be playing the role of my father.

Aizawa: I would love to.

Izuku: thats not how fathers work-

. . .

Deku: I am very small. And I have no money. So you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under...

. . .

Aizawa, pointing at Izuku: dis a son

Aizawa, pointing at Mic: dis a DJ

Aizawa, pointing at Nezu: dis a rat

Aizawa, pointing at All Might: disappointment

. . .

Izuku, staring at Shinso: I am a dumb bitch with terrible taste.

Izuku: I will never change.

Izuku: I will never improve.

Izuku: that is a promise.

. . .

Shinso: h-

Izuku: oh boy, I sure hope no one thought I was straight because oh. my. god.

. . .

Aizawa: hello, son, have you made anyone cry today?

Izuku: sadly, no. It is only 11:00, though.

. . .

Izuku, walking into the bathroom: dad, why are you in the bathroom at 3am? What are you doing?

Aizawa, holding a box of blue hair dye, and a bottle of bleach: something drastic and impulsive because I'm gay and have no impulse control. What are you doing?

Izuku, holding an electric razor behind his back: ...drugs

. . .

Aizawa: I wish you would just admit you made a mistake.

Izuku, stirring his coffee: I prefer it with salt.

. . .

Aizawa: you know... under that rough exterior, you're actually pretty nice.

Izuku: repeat that disgusting slander again, and you'll be hearing from my lawyers.

. . .

Izuku: everything's going to be fine. Its just a crush.

Shinso: hey Midoriya

Izuku: I love you.

. . .

Izuku: excuse me, I lost my dad, can I make an announcement?

Store Manager: sure!

Izuku: goodbye, you piece of shit.

. . .

Midnight: so whats it like being a dad?

Aizawa: imagine being the parent to a respectful, civilized, responsible, and mature teenager.

Midnight: Okay

Aizawa: now throw that idea through the fucking window.

. . .

Izuku: here's a fun idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, we fight whoever else is under it.

Aizawa: no-

Shinso: mistlefoe

Aizawa: don't encourage him!

. . .

Aizawa: I have the sharpest memory. Name one time I forgot something.

Izuku: you left me in the Walmart parking lot like, three weeks ago.

Aizawa: I did that on purpose, try again.

. . .

Aizawa: you're a very violent child.

Izuku: yeah, but I'm short, so its adorable.

. . .

Izuku: [drops one (1) French fry]

Izuku: nooOOOooo

Izuku: this is all my dad's fault.

. . .

Izuku: sometimes I wish the earth was flat just so I could yet myself into the endless void of space.

Shinso: ...are you ok?

Aizawa: I could just end you right now, would that make you feel better?

. . .

Aizawa: Where's your dad?

Izuku, fresh and groovy: Whats a dad?

Aizawa:

Aizawa: I'll be right back. I'm just getting adoption papers.

. . .

Izuku: [comes back alive after yet another tragic accident]

Aizawa: jeez, you really do have main character disease.

. . .

Aizawa: I'm not a thug. I'm a hero!

Izuku: oh yeah? Name one law.

Aizawa: Don't kill people.

Izuku: ...that ones on me, I set the bar too low

. . .

Endeavor: oh no, I fucked up!

Izuku, deadpan: he said with surprise in his voice, for some reason.

[punkbakerchristine]

i think i mastered the pork chop (a little late tonight: it was hotter in the kitchen today than it was the other night!) 🔥

[krysmcscience]

@crinklytinfoil Ask and ye shall receive ;)

What do you mean this isn't what happened

Not pictured: White shoving his entire spooky ghost self into Brown's suit because How Dare anyone ignore him

That being said, WHITE'S BACK WHITE'S BACK WHITE'S BACK, I shoulda known this fucker wouldn't stay gone for long!!! White, my guy, you died like SIX YEARS AGO, have you been haunting Brown this WHOLE TIME??? I'd say get a life but I wouldn't want to give you any ideas - no, NO, I don't CARE if possession is nine-tenths of the law, that isn't what that even MEANS D:<

In other news, I am 100% convinced White has been perving on Brown by watching him whenever he gets it on, but is really bored and annoyed at how Brown always tops now, so every time it happens, White just keeps yelling dumb shit from his Boring Ghost Limbo like 'put a fukken dick up your ass already! >:['

Brown and Co. in upcoming chapters, probably:

I don't know how they think those knives are gonna help. Guys. Guys. He's already DEAD. What are you doing

the amazing alien ghost cube is so amazing that it can be whatever size is most convenient for the joke to work

Got one more doodle incoming soonish (plus a five page comic uhhhh In Time - look, it's a big project, okay???), but in the meantime, I actually have been working on my own original stuff, too, I promise. See, I have this doodle of Shio sans headcovering here and- why is it under a read-more? ...No reason :]

Aren't they beautiful? :3c

Fun fact, Shio doesn't even have to look like that, they could literally shear off the fucked up bits and spend a few months regrowing it, but NO. They just- choose to be horrifying. (It is very useful for scaring the bejeezus out of unsuspecting humans, after all...)

I don't know how to end this post BYE

[sheena-is-a-punk-rocker]

Life With You: A Series of Mandomera Prompt Ficlets pt 8

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! IT’S HERE FINALLY!!!!! 

Prompt was Omera falling asleep on Din’s shoulder and was sent in by @agentscamander-romanoff like two whole ass years ago. Sorry it took so long but it’s finally here.

Din wakes up slowly—later than he usually does. He rolls over and frowns when he realizes there's nobody beside him, reaching out and only feeling warm sheets. It's extremely rare for Omera to wake up before him.

He sighs and opens his eyes finally, sitting up with some effort. Despite sleeping for over twelve hours he's still exhausted. Long stretches in hyperspace always throw him off. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and drags a hand down his face. He needs to shave.

Now that he's more awake he realizes the sound he's hearing is someone singing. He makes his way out of the room to investigate.

Winta is sitting at the kitchen table, humming happily to herself, and next to her is a giant pile of flowers—the blue and white ones that grow around the ponds. The baby is sitting on the table, trying to copy what his big sister is doing, which, Din realizes, is making flower crowns. He watches, amused, as Grogu grumbles and gives up—shoving the flowers into his mouth instead.

Winta giggles and pulls the plants out of Grogu's mouth. “You can't eat them, silly!” she informs her brother. Then she spots Din and says, “Hi dad!”

He smiles and comes up behind her at the table. “What's all this?” he asks, dropping a kiss to the top of her head, and stroking one of the kid's big green ears.

“They're for the wedding!” Winta explains.

Din's over-tired brain processes that information. Oh right. The wedding. He vaguely recalls Winta chattering his ear off about the two villagers who are getting married tonight. The details of that conversation are a little fuzzy—Din had promptly passed out shortly after.

“Where's your mother?” he asks.

“In the common house. She said to come find her once you woke up.”

He drops another kiss to her and Grogu's heads before moving back to the bedroom to put his armor on.

He finds Omera in the common house, preparing a feast with the other women in the village. He comes up beside her and rests his hand on her lower back. Taking a break from kneading dough, she turns to him with a wide grin. “Welcome back!”

He nudges her temple with his helmet and she leans into the contact. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks—always needing to feel useful.

“Yes,” she says, with a kiss to the cheek of his helmet. “Get some rest.”

He starts to protest but she cuts him off. “I know you're exhausted. Get some more sleep. I'll wake you up for the wedding.”

Before he leaves she introduces him to the bride—a twi'lek woman named Corvi who arrived at the village shortly after he permanently settled there. He tips his head in greeting and congratulates her on her marriage.

When he gets back to their hut he ends up passing out for another six hours.

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The wedding ceremony is beautiful and Din finds himself reflecting on his own wedding as he watches the festivities from the sidelines. It's late, and the children have long since gone to bed, but the adults have only gotten rowdier. He sees Corvi dancing with her new husband—a human man named Fenn that Din has met only in passing. He's not actually home all that often, after all.

He spies Omera dancing and twirling in the firelight and smiles. He could—and has—watch her for hours. She sees him staring and beams at him—making her way through the crowd to say hi.

He wraps his arms around her and she leans into him—resting her hands on his chestplate.

“Dance with me?” she asks playfully—knowing full well what his answer will be.

When he doesn't respond, she laughs and pulls away, tugging on his hand—beckoning him to follow her.

She leads him to the barn and then turns around to face him. She grabs his other hand and asks again, “Now dance with me?”

“I... don't know how,” he admits sheepishly. “It's not exactly a big part of Mandalorian culture.”

“I can teach you,” she offers.

He does try his best to copy her movements but he feels clumsy and awkward in all his armor. He eventually gives up but that doesn't stop Omera. She dances happily by herself as one song bleeds into another.

He at least feels confident enough to twirl her and when she's back in his arms he pulls her close so her back is to his front. He hears her gasp at the feel of the cool beskar against her back. Leaning down, he nuzzles his helmet in the crook of her neck.

Her breathing hitches and he knows that they're both suddenly aware that they haven't seen each other in over a week.

He's not sure who moves first but suddenly his helmet is being ripped off and dropped to the floor. Their lips crash together and he hoists her off her feet. Her legs wrap around his waist and he starts walking them towards the table in the corner. He deposits her on the table and fumbles to rip his gloves off so he can touch her bare skin. Her fingers rake through his hair as his lips trail down her throat. She moans softly as he nips at her pulse point.

Her hands claw at his belt and she gasps in his ear, “Fuck me, Din!”

He drags her to the edge of the table and soon the barn is filled with the sound of their moans—both too wound up to care who might be listening.

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Once their breathing is under control again, they just bask in the moonlight filtering in from the open window—content to just be back in each other's arms.

“I missed you,” Omera says, nuzzling her nose against his chestplate.

“Missed you too,” he mumbles, with a kiss to her hair.

Nothing else exists outside their little bubble—the party outside rages on but neither one of them is keen to rejoin it.

The music suddenly shifts to something slower and softer, and Omera pulls him closer as she hums along. His hand on her back stills as he gets an idea.

“Dance with me?” he asks.

She looks up at him and replies, teasingly, “I thought you 'don't dance'.”

He lets out a huff of amusement. “I think I can handle slow dancing. I do owe you a wedding dance, after all.”

He pulls back and holds out a hand to help her down from the table and leads her towards the patch of moonlight visible from the window. Her hands snake around his neck and he slides his around her waist—pulling her close.

They sway back and forth for several songs before the music picks back up again. Omera doesn't lift her head from his shoulder though. That's when he realizes that she's fallen asleep on him.

He smiles and presses a soft kiss to her temple. He hates to disturb her but he knows there's no way his beskar pauldron makes a good pillow. He nudges her awake gently. “C'mon, time for bed.”

“But I'm comfy,” she whines.

He snorts. “No you're not. Now come on, I'm sure you'd much rather be sleeping in our bed.”

“You make a good pillow,” she insists.

He chuckles and readjusts so he can, first, scoop his helmet up off the floor and put it back on, and then so he can get an arm underneath her knees—hoisting her up bridal style. She nuzzles her face in his cloak as he carries her back to their hut.

She's asleep again by the time they get there and this time he can't bring himself to wake her.

He lays her down gently on the bed and gets to work getting her undressed and into her sleep attire. His next step is taking off all his beskar without too much noise—easier said than done.

She reaches out to him sleepily when he crawls into bed and he pulls her into his arms and holds her close.

Before Omera, and the kids—before finding his little clan of four, his aliit, Din didn't ever believe he could be this happy, this at peace. He didn't think he would ever feel so at home anywhere.

The warm weight of his wife against him lulls Din to sleep within minutes—it feels good to be home.

[skele8rity]

my first shiny in pokemon sleep (reset because i didnt backup my data around thanksgiving ): ) was swablu i forgot to mention this absolutely MOMENTOUS occasion

i only remembered because i got my. second shiny gjsjf

which is a cyndaquil and sooo cuuuute

[lord-radish]

More food from over the years

[roadtohealthyeating]

The Korean Vegan is one of my favorite cookbooks. Last night's dinner featured its Spicy and Crunchy Garlic Tofu, it's so good!

(served with white rice, roasted green beans, and roasted blue bell squash)

[bonecouch]

i made too much beef lo mein last night so i will just have leftovers for dinner tonight

[frogwen]

today’s schlop!

[considerad]

green is the bean

[turnerolsen]

Vegetables - Spicy Garlic-Sesame Green Beans For a flavorful, quick, and simple side dish, these hot garlic-sesame green beans are sauteed in a homemade sauce with Asian influences.