#FUCK doenjang

[ace-no-isha]

i’ve been missing gwangju really bad recently and it’s the kind of homesickness i feel when i miss luffy

[lamialamia]

K company is KBBQ

Get it? be cause K-

And the pacific theatre, which is like, right next to Korea?? (i'm asian i can make this joke)

Burgin is Salted flank steak (Chimasal)

Classic cut that never dissappoints anywhere. You can depend on this bad boy in a new kbbq joint like you can always depend on Burgin in war.

Sledge is Marinated Short Ribs (Galbi)

I know i'm biased and i'm giving Sledge my favorite meat cut in a kbbq. This baby boy is one of the best in the game, you are not having kbbq without him like how you are not watching the best of TP without Sledge.

Snafu is Kimchi banchan.

Sour, spicy, but essential to the table of kbbq. He's what set this meal apart. No matter how much you can or cannot handle him, you gotta have Snafu, like you gotta have kimchi.

Leyden is Ribeye steak.

A chunky boy that takes longer to cook but never disappoint. He might be a little too stubborn if you are not willing to wait or have weaker teeth, but he's a must-have for a group outing

Jay is the Free water.

A refreshing beverage in the middle of all the flavor. But also because Jay's lastname is De L'eau aka water, and you can't say he is not as important as water.

Hilbilly is Soju.

SOJU SHOT! SOJU SHOT! SOJU SHOT! He's what your parents would be having.

Ack-Ack is Doenjang Jjigae.

Rounding out the meal is a soup that is perfect for the soul. Warm you to the core every time just like Capt. Haldane fuck yeah~~

@staud we're so genius for this

[criminaldoenjangjjigae]

Hello, you can call me Doenjang. I'm your average Jirai Danshi/4 Chan Menhera. I draw a lot. This blog is for art and Jirai posting.

Commission Website

I really like vocal synthesis and I'd like to get more knowledge on how vocal synthesizers work. I also really like Food Fantasy, Project Diva, and Touhou. Vocaloids too, obviously. I'd love to get into the IdolM@ster to have the nnd big three. I also really like Hololive and Nijisanji, and I want to learn more about facial tracking. I really like Levy Fox but I know next to nothing about PtN (sorry)

I play the flute and the alto saxophone, and I really like classical music. I also love UtsuP, MuryuokuP, LIQ, Isana, Lady baby, Maximum the Hormone, Attila, YuyoyuppeP, and Nashimoto Ui.

I am Korean American (Hapa) and arospec. I am not the best at social interaction.

I am willing to do song lyrics translations for Korean to English. If you have any interest, just shoot me an ask! It might take me a bit but I'll publish it eventually.

Dni- RCTA + ECTA, fashion landmimes, Zionists, TERFs, Racists, homophobes and transphobes. I know DNIs don't really do anything, but I block for no reason sometimes (or an insanely petty one) 「×✧×」

Hit keep readingfor more fun facts!

♡ I am in my freshman year of Highschool (please do not be weird)

♡ I have been involved in Menhera communities since I was in 6th grade (10y/o), mostly in yt comments sections and then eventually twt. I'm no longer on landmine twt because there are too many abelist racist fashion landmine fucks.

♡ I collect aluminum cans and ramune bottles.

♡ I can read hiragana, katakana and some kanji, but I lack speaking skills in Japanese.

♡ I'm pretty decent at Korean though, except for the pronunciation I suck at that.

♡ If other Jirais want to be moots, esp other kr Jirais, hmu!

[bdor1995]

reading a bl where they started fucking in the kitchen while cooking something. Boys the doenjang jigae is gonna burn if you dont pay attention!!!!

[hdminseon-archive]

━━ : 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 !!

DATED: mid-december 2022 FEATURING: members of team b ( unnamed + npc ) WORD COUNT: 1,375 NOTES: the past couple of days have been Absolutely Brutal 2 me, but i am (un)fortunately back on my bullshit now & here to offer up the unhinged minseon content that nobody asked for ♡ ( cw: abstract self-loathing, maladaptive daydreaming, compartmentalization gone wrong )

ONE THING ABOUT THE BOY IS THAT HE HAS AN ILL SENSE OF TIMING. He turns up in the kitchen at around four in the morning, leans his body against the countertop, and watches Minseon stress eat last night's doenjang jjigae. Minseon always notices his eyes first— too large, too dark and otherworldly.

He stops chewing. "What do you want."

The Boy levels him with a knowing stare. His hair has been bleached platinum, but it's poorly done; the color is uneven and his roots are growing in. During his last visit, Minseon had realized The Boy's appearance was a caricature of his own school portrait, taken years back in 2017. He doesn't understand why, after all this time, it's this likeness that haunts him, but it does. The Boy smiles, and it looks like his teeth are too round to fit behind the seam of his lips. It makes Minseon self-conscious about his own mouth, and he looks away.

"I'm bored of this," The Boy says, in a way that makes 'this' synonymous with 'you'. Minseon narrows his eyes, but The Boy continues, "I'm bored of hiding. I want to be something."

"Sure."

"— What do you want?"

Minseon knows this question is meant to give him some pause, but he hasn't slept in the last 32 hours, so he would really rather not. He makes a small noise of acknowledgement, vague and noncommittal.

But The Boy is persistent. He pushes himself from the counter to stand squarely in Minseon's line of vision, features pulled into something solemn and— Minseon realizes with a bit of a sting— disappointed. "What do you want?" he repeats again. Then, before Minseon has time to respond, he continues again, punctuates each word with a weighty pause: "What. do. you. want. — What do you want, Kang Minseon?"

And Minseon— well. He doesn't know what he fucking wants; he just knows that he WANTS ( and he wants, and he wants ). He wants to feel the sun against his skin and have it burn him, wants to fall into rapture and allow himself to drown. He wants to tear himself apart, piece by piece, reconstruct his reality into something big enough to hold him and his gluttony. His insatiability. His hunger.

"I know what I don't want," he bites back, instead. "I don't want this." And he makes it clear that 'this' is unquestionably synonymous with 'you'.

The Boy is smiling again, and Minseon really hates his stupid teeth. "Sure."

HE STILL LINGERS IN MINSEON'S PERIPHERY THE FOLLOWING DAY, which is... difficult, to say the least. Training has been cancelled, Minseon's been called into the auditorium, and the entire situation bears down on him like a bad omen. It always takes a great deal of effort to play at acting perfectly fine, but it's greater, still, when The Boy is beside him, snapping his jaws at every acquaintance that Minseon offers a polite smile. He sees a few of his friends congregating on the far end of the room. He avoids them.

The subsequent announcement regarding this semester's evaluation comes as no surprise, but hearing 'Year 2023' has Minseon agitated with all of the possibilities it seems to suggest: expectation, ambition, and ( worst of all ) the promise of hope. The Boy's question plays in his head on an endless loop, a dull, tedious sort of rhythm: What do you want, Kang Minseon? What do you want? What do you want?

— But does it even really matter, what he wants? He turns his head to consider The Boy.

"I want to debut," The Boy says, so softly that Minseon almost misses it.

He looks away.

HAVING BEEN PRESENTED THE DETAILS OF HIS FORTHCOMING EVALUATION, NOW MINSEON BEGINS TO STUDY. The performance track itself, with its victorious refrains and boisterous electric guitars— It's a concept he has yet to undertake, but it all feels curiously.. fitting, familiar in a way reminiscent of recalling far-flung memories and having them arrive in indistinct colors and sounds; Minseon finds himself unusually assured in it.

Applying his own skillset to the piece, he prepares to execute his role in carrying the vocal-heavy aspects of the performance and practicing earnestly enough to secure a steady grasp on elevating the production as a whole. Remaining comfortable and making measured progress seems the least risky course of action here, but Minseon is not sure The Boy will agree, so he steels himself for the impending dispute.

— It never comes. Instead, The Boy trails after him like a stray, still and silent in a manner that has Minseon unsettled. He tries to refrain from overthinking about it, to focus on the more pressing matters at hand, but seeing The Boy so idle and inert evokes a jarring feeling of dissonance within him. It's agonizing.

So, he attends his first formal training for the evaluation in low spirits. Under more average circumstances, he'd be taking great pains to put his peers at ease, to make himself as small and innocuous as he possibly can, but.. as it is, unfortunately, today, he's wound tight. Tense. Lethal.

When it comes time to discuss establishing the group's temporary positions, Minseon submits his intentions with little fanfare. It's the expected outcome, he supposes: "Lead vocal, if there are no objections." And there are none.

He lowers his head to stare listlessly at his lyric sheet. With this development, if he can pick up a substantial amount of the lines, all he'll need to do moving forward is concentrate on delivering them well and not make a fool of himself otherwise. Comfortable and measured, he thinks, just like he'd initially—

"I'd also like to try for center."

Minseon lifts his head.

Suddenly drawing attention to himself, The Boy offers the group a wide smile, before he takes the pages from Minseon's hand and thumbs through them, casually. " 'm thinking we can build our starting formation around this first line and alter it from there. I can open the song and close out a number of the phrases," — His eyes skip to Minseon. — "... if there are no objections."

Minseon stares at him, wide-eyed in disbelief.

( And it's with a belated sort of horror that, instead of The Boy, he finds his groupmates staring back at him. )

"DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT." He's excused himself to the bathroom to splash his face in cold water. He's not sleeping. He's checked; the small crescents littering his forearms are proof of that.

"Didn't know you wanted me to speak up for you so bad," The Boy coos, and Minseon glares at his reflection in the mirror.

"... So? Y' done now? Enough sabotage for one day?"

The Boy's lips twist into a crooked little grin. "You and I both know it's self-sabotage, Seon-ah." There's something cruel about the glimmer in his eye. "You can pity yourself all you want for being stuck with me— Just remember that I'm stuck with you too." His smile is saccharine. "And I really hate it just as much."

Minseon doesn't reply.

The Boy looks like he's about to affix an addendum, but he's interrupted by a soft knock on the door. "Minseon...?" It's one of his groupmates.

When he enters, Minseon's brain supplies, Yoosuk, and Yoosuk's eyes rove the room timidly. "Oh, ... you were just talking to yourself...?"

"Coping mechanism," Minseon says immediately, and he can tell from the way Yoosuk giggles that he's not taken seriously. "What's up?"

"Just wanted to check in, 'cause you looked kinda spooked when you left... Congrats on landing center, by the way. ... Lead vocal too." [ 🔓 ]

"Thanks."

Yoosuk looks supremely uncomfortable. "... A–nyway." Minseon wonders vaguely if his group had cast lots to see who'd have to come in and collect him. The thought makes him swallow down a laugh. "Me and a couple of the guys are gonna order takeout. You hungry?"

Minseon glances over to where The Boy had stood. He's disappeared now. All that's left is Minseon's own reflection— eyes too large, too dark and otherworldly. He turns his attention back to Yoosuk, and his companion unconsciously takes a step backward.

Minseon's smile is saccharine. "I'm starving."

[morgue-xiiv]

Somewhat Nigerian style spinach soup

Food I just ate bragging

go to the special scotch bonnet store to buy scotch bonnets (and maggi cubes that aren't 8 years old.) (and gari and palm oil and doenjang if you need those things, it turns out the scotch bonnet store sells other stuff too)

thinly slice 4-5 scotch bonnets (I've seen receipes go as low as 2 but atomic shrimp went for like 10 so ymmv, I got bored after 5) and 1-2 onions

wash your hands as thoroughly as you can

fry in 1tbsp of palm oil until the onions are translucent and everything smells like cheap white chocolate

add 1 tablespoon of doenjang (korean soybean paste) or similar seasoning and 1 big can of spinach paste

stir

add 1-2 maggi stock cubes to taste (fuck nestle but aparently this is an important flavour component in Nigerian cooking, I guess any vegetable stock cubes would work I GUESS) and water until it's a good ammount of wetness

touch your nose and discover you didn't wash your hands hard enough

add some plantbase vegan beef style dried TVP slices (best food ever if you can get it) (optional, I usually don't but I just noticed a lot of waterleaf soups have beef in and I added these because I will take any excuse to eat them)

rewash your hands mumbling something about chilli and hellfire

once the soup is boiling turn it down to a low bubble and cook it while you walk around your kitchen yelling "where the fuck is my gari? I can't have fucking run out of gari I never eat Nigerian food what the fuck" until eventually finding gari

in a seperate bowl add enough hot water to gari powder to make firm dumpling-like balls (eba)

put the soup and the eba in a bowl

touch your nose again, swear a lot, how is the fucking chilli still on your fingers even though you washed your hands twice?

Enjoy! Soup! And a painful nose!

(I know nothing about Nigerian food I just love this one soup from the Babatunde Africa_everyday/Atomic Shrimp collab)

[3st4r]

[dae-su x reader] ; angst ; during apocalypse ; dae-su's singing, so kinda songfic?? : sfw

[summary] - [reader] has wanted to confess their love to dae-su for the longest time, though they knew he had loved the courageous ha-ri. [reader] wasn't strong, but they weren't as weak, either; they had lived most of their highschool life living in the shadows of ha-ri. once they had finally told dae-su their feelings, they felt a painful bite on their shoulder.

[content/trigger warning] - blood, cursing, physical affection, [reader] death

[k-drama] - all of us are dead

as the ember escaped the fire, the group bitter-sweetly sang dae-su's song; all the moments and memories still stored deep in their heart. their close friends had already left their grasp, resulting in the classmates to only rely on eachother.

"let's go once it's over,"

the melodic words had escaped dae-su's mouth.

"let's go anywhere,"

[reader] leaned their head onto dae-su's shoulder, closing their eyes; dae-su leaned his head onto the top of [reader]'s head.

"once we're studying 12 hours a day,"

[reader] let a soft smile emerge from their face, though it had stung a bit from the scratches and injuries on their cheeks. [reader] squeezed dae-su's hand and he continued singing.

"once the annoying sounds are over,"

[reader] lifted their eyelids, and turned to dae-su, only to be met with his, also. [reader] couldn't help but get lost in his kind eyes, the eyes they had grown to adore.

"let's go hand in hand,"

"let's not run,"

more voices had joined in with dae-su, only leaving a homey comfort in the [reader]'s heart.

"let's try walking slowly,"

"is that drool or sweat pooled on the book?"

"no one notices the plop, plop."

[reader] joined in as well,

"the plop, plop,"

"the falling rain drops,"

"what is boiling? simmer, simmer,"

[reader] swung their head to the rhythm of the music.

"it's mom's doenjang stew,"

"mm-hm, a bowl of instant noodles,"

"in front of the tv which plays nothing but static,"

"let's go anywhere together."

[reader] sat in a few minutes of silence, only to stand up. dae-su and a few others glanced at [reader] with a quizzled expression adorning on their faces.

"i wanna see the stars behind the mountains before i go to hell," [reader] chuckled. [reader] stepped away from the group and took a deep breath, they carefully sat on the edge of the roof. they miss ha-ri, even if they were jealous, they wouldn't mind it if they could see her again.

[reader] wouldn't mind if dae-su got with ha-ri, they wouldn't mind it they got married. [reader] just wanted everything to be normal, could it be normal? the thoughts flooded [reader]'s mind, distracting them from the situation that was going on.

they felt a hand tapping their shoulder, they turned to meet dae-su's face.

"hey, dae-su," [reader] began. dae-su let out a 'hm?'.

"dae-su, i really love you." [reader] confessed.

before dae-su could respond, [reader] felt a sharp hand pull them off the roof, and teeth sinking in on their shoulder. [reader] look towards dae-su as they let tears escape their eyes.

"[reader]! NO! S— STOP!" dae-su screamed. the others turned to dae-su and they sprinted towards the figure, gwi-nam.

"gwi-nam!" cheong-san gritted his teeth as he bit his tongue to stop tears from escaping.

gwi-nam threw [reader] back onto the roof, "that was just a warning bite, cheong-san. now give me your fucking eye!"

[reader] began gasping for air, "am i gonna die? dae-su? i wanna live.. i want to live!"

"[reader].. no.. no.." dae-su held [reader] into their arms. woo-jin let a tear slip, but turned to cheong-san to help him fight.

"i don't care if you love ha-ri, please.. i don't want to leave.." [reader] sobbed, gripping into dae-su's shoulders.

"[reader].. don't go.. i love you! only now.. only when you leave.. now i realize i do. don't leave me, please." dae-su bear-hugged [reader].

[reader] twitched, they felt the blood drip from their nose.

"i.. i have to.. i can't let you guys die.." [reader] cried.

[reader] pushed dae-su with all their might, and ran to the edge of the roof.

"please.. tell ha-ri i said goodbye." [reader] closed their eyes, and let themself fall.

"NO! NO! NO NO NO NO.." dae-su sprinted to the edge, attempting to grab your falling body, had gotten hold of your hand

[reader] looked up to dae-su, continously twitching. "dae-su.. live for me."

dae-su shook his head.

[reader] fought back the urge to bite dae-su.

"i'm so sorry."

[reader] smacked their head against dae-su's hand, allowing him to let go.

the classmates turned to what had just happened, nam-ra screaming at gwi-nam and gwi-nam trying to convince her to join his side. nam-ra threw him off, anger bubbling her body.

"dae-su.." woo-jin sadly looked to dae-su.

"[reader]..." dae-su sobbed.

[librarycards]

Assumption meme: I assume you’ve got a wide range of interesting condiments

gd you are so fucking right. rn my opened ones are:

stoneground mustard

dijon mustard

spicy ketchup

horseradish (not mustard, just regular horseradish)

miso

doenjang

vegan nacho queso

liquid aminos

secret aardvark hot sauce (preferred)

cholula (for emergencies)

lemon juice

"probiotic" (?????) salsa

with my roommate's included we also have other miso (which i can't eat bc fish), maple syrup, soy sauce, sweet relish (yuck), two types of jelly, minced garlic. i don't often use her stuff but it's nice to have it there in case i don't feel like chopping garlic myself

oh and that's just the fridge stuff! we also have nooch, furikake, honey (roommate's), and....probably more but idr right now haha

[zzaehyunzz]

2/3 Can’t stop thinking

Genre: angst

Word count: 1300+

Part 1/3 here!

Juyeon turned and with his eyes still closed, his large hands felt around the bed, looking for you. “Hm?” He opened an eye and glanced around the empty room. Your side of the bed was cold. “Y/N?” he called. “Y/N?”

Just then, Eric burst through the door and jumped on the bed. “Hyung! Wash up and let’s eat. I bought us breakfast!”

“What are you doing here? What time is it?” Juyeon asked, sitting up rubbing his eyes.

“9 ish,” Eric answered with a grin, as he looked down at Juyeon’s naked chest. “Oh? Juyeon-ssi…..” Eric teasingly called. Juyeon pushed his face away and got up to put on some clothes, wondering where you had gone. Did she leave without telling me?

“Did you see anyone leave on your way in?” Juyeon asked Eric as he slipped a white t-shirt on.

Eric shook his head and smiled cheekily. “SHE probably left right after,” Eric laughed. “You must have been bad at it.”

Juyeon slapped Eric on his arm and walked out, looking around for any note you might have left. He went to the coffee table, the dining table, the kitchen, the other room, the balcony  and even the toilet but there was nothing. “Hyung? Hyung!” Eric yelled.

“What?” Juyeon returned. “I’m busy.”

“Come here, come here! She left you something!” Eric shouted. Juyeon’s ears perked up and he ran into the room immediately. Eric passed him a white envelope with your note. “What’s inside?” Eric probed.

Juyeon blinked. It can’t be. He teared off the top and saw a wad of cash inside. “Shit.”

He rushed to the bed and flipped the covers, trying to find his phone. No messages, no calls. He wanted to call you, but he realised he didn’t have your number. He groaned in annoyance when Eric muttered, “What’s wrong?” Juyeon angrily punched in the keypad and called his manager.

“Hello,” his manager answered immediately.

“Hyung, you came by last night, didn’t you?” Juyeon questioned, his other arm on his hip. He was furious.

“I settled her for you. Don’t worry. She signed the agreement and she took the money. It’s all good. You can relax now,” his manager proudly said. Juyeon closed his eyes in anger and tried to control his breathing.

“Why didn’t you ask me first, Hyung?” Juyeon burst out. “She wasn’t a one-night deal. We had a connection.”

His manager went silent on the other end. After a few seconds, his manager sighed. “Juyeon ah, every girl you meet now is a one-night deal until we tell you it’s not. Do you get it?”

“Hyung!” Juyeon yelled. “It’s my life. I have the right to decide this. You can’t tell me when girl is a one-night deal and when she’s not. I won’t-“ Juyeon stopped in his banter as Eric repeatedly tapped on his shoulder. “What?” he snapped.

Eric pointed to the bedsheets. Oh, my goodness. No. This can’t be.

There, on the white sheets, was blood. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to tell Juyeon many things. He gulped.

“Hyung, I’ll call you back,” Juyeon muttered as he hung up the call. He stared at the sheets, trying to take this information in. He blinked a couple of times, trying to digest the situation. He couldn’t believe what he was saying.

Eric swallowed. “Juyeon hyung, were you too rough… or was she a….” Juyeon felt like he was the biggest asshole in the universe. No wonder you were shy and no wonder you couldn’t answer him when he asked if it felt different. You didn’t have anyone else to compare it to. I took her first time and turned it into some one-night stand… What have I done? “Wow, hyung… you’re such an ass. You gave her money? And you asked Manager Hyung to pass it to her? What a jerk move.”

Juyeon glared at Eric. “I didn’t,” he ground out. What the hell is happening?

Eric huffed. “She probably thinks that you did, though. Does it look normal to you that she’s returning the money to you and not to manager hyung?” Juyeon sighed. Eric was right. Juyeon fucked up, real, real bad. “Call her and explain, yung.”

Juyeon let out a breath and sat down. His head dropped onto his hands. “I can’t…”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have her number,” Juyeon confessed. Eric sighed and sat next to Juyeon, patting his back. “Shit. How am I going to find her?”

“Maybe she’d turn up at the same place you met her?” Eric suggested. While Juyeon didn’t think you’d be there, he still tried his luck every night for a week.

But you were nowhere to be found.

More weeks passed. Months. Juyeon couldn’t find you. He only knew your first name and nothing else. It was like you never existed.

Juyeon couldn’t get you out of his head. He worked himself extra hard at practice and while performing. He had to, or else you’d pop up in his mind. You invaded his head every free time he had. He couldn’t stop thinking of you and that night. He wondered if you hated him, or if you regretted being with him.

Meanwhile, you didn’t stop thinking of him either. You couldn’t. He was everywhere. On your tv screen, on your social medias, on billboards, on posters, in shops and even in restaurants. How could you forget him?

You sighed and locked your phone the moment he appeared on your feed. “When are you going to just contact him?” your best friend, Inyeop asked. You didn’t tell him who the guy was because of the NDA but you told him about the situation. You couldn’t keep it from your best friend after all.

“I don’t want to.” You shrugged nonchalantly. “What are you ordering?” You looked at the menu pasted on a near wall. You were upset but food was still important. Especially supper with the best friend. The most important meal of all time.

“Way to change the subject, Y/N,” Inyeop rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna get the doenjang jjigae. You?”

“I’ll take the sundubu,” you answered. He called for the boss and ordered for the both of you as the bell near the restaurant’s entrance rang. Naturally, you turned to look and saw the very reason you were upset. Juyeon walked in with three other members who you made out to be Eric, Kevin and Sunwoo.

You whipped your head around and Inyeop gave you a weird look. “What?” he mouthed. You shook your head and tried to hunch, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Inyeop looked over your shoulder and saw the bunch of them laughing at the table.

Inyeop’s eyes shot to yours. “It can’t be,” he said. You locked eyes with him, and he gasped. “What crappy luck is this? What are the chances?”

You shushed him. “Can we go?” you asked.

“Our food isn’t even here yet!” he whined quietly. You reached over and slapped his hand. “Ah! Okay, okay. Fine. Let me change our orders to a takeaway. We’ll go to my place and eat.”

You nodded. “Quickly!” He ran over and after what seemed like forever, he finally came back.

“Let’s go,” he said, holding his hand out to grab yours. Just then, Juyeon turned.

“Eh?” Juyeon muttered, immediately standing up. He could only see your back view as you walked out but he pushed his chair back and he was about to chase you when Sunwoo grabbed his arm.

“Hyung, don’t even think of escaping. It’s your treat, remember,” Sunwoo reminded. Juyeon tried to pull his hand away but Sunwoo held on tight.

“Sunwoo ah, just a moment. I’ll be right back,” Juyeon promised.

“No!” Sunwoo pouted. “You’ll leave us.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Juyeon pulled away and ran after you but you left. Did I mistake someone else for her? That lady was with a man. She wouldn’t be with another man right? Not this soon..?

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a/n: The end of part 2! Did you guys guess correctly? HAHAHAHA Part 3 is on the way! 

a/n update: part 3 here

[bokukkokhmer]

Everybody’s nurse

It started with Clint getting hurt, a dislocated shoulder and a broken tibia. Robin, being Robin, was panicking while attempting to heal the wounded archer. She panicked so much that she accidentally gave everyone a cold. Now almost everyone was out of commission, Thor was the only one not affected.

Robin turned up the stereo volume before turning back to continue working on the stew she was making. She’s never made this much goddamn doenjang-jjigae in her life but that’s what happens when you stress out the neurodivergent healer. At least cooking was soothing, exhausting but soothing. She kills the heat and leaves it to simmer as she gets the bowls.

Generous servings of doenjang-jjigae with rice and what side dishes Robin had. She was going back and forth delivering everyone their own servings. She had a little argument with Steve about it, until he accepted it. “You’re too sweet,” he said as she left his room. Robin jokingly threatened him with smallpox if he didn’t eat.

Last to eat was Clint and because his dominant hand was out of commission Robin resigned herself to feeding him. He wasn’t going to argue, she might dump the hot stew on his lap and leave him like that.

“Thanks for the food Robbie.”

“No problem, it’s the least I could do since I can’t heal your shoulder or leg,” Robin feeds him another spoonful.

“Y’know, you’re kinda like a mom, always taking care of us-”

“Are you calling me a MILF?”

“Maybe,” the two laugh “I think my leg is getting better,” he says.

“That’s good,” she says with that soft, sweet smile of hers.

“Not sure about the shoulder though, maybe I’ll retire permanently this time.”

“Shut up Clinton before I break your kneecaps,” Robin taps his knee with the spoon to emphasize this.

“As long as it’s not the dick.” Robin snorts as she feeds him his last bite.

“Be right back.”

Robin gathered all the empty dishes and placed them in the sink to soak. She heads back to Clint’s room and closes the door behind her. She strips off that baggy blue hoodie of hers. She hadn’t been wearing a shirt of any kind under so she stood in front of Clint in her sweatpants and bra. “I’m fucking hot,” she says while fanning herself, she drops her hoodie on the floor as she heads over to Clint.

“Right let’s try this again,” Robin gently places a hand on Clint’s chest. She stares intensely at her hand, not noticing that Clint was trying not to stare at her cleavage.

It wasn’t working, her brain was acting up again. She removes her hand “dammit.”

“Full contact then? If you’re comfortable.” Robin only did full contact if the injury or illness was severe. It basically involved cuddling with the person that needs healing, the only problem was that she only ever cuddles with her godfather.

Robin scratches behind her ear, “it’s worth a shot.” Carefully she crawls into bed with him.

“Just relax,” Clint whispers.

“I’m trying,” she says, her heart racing, threatening to leave her chest. He strokes her coffee brown hair as she tries to calm herself by listening to Clint’s heart.

Fatigued, the two fell asleep and didn’t wake up until the next day.

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“Hey, wake up my arm is numb.” Clint gently nudges Robin when that didn’t work, he pinches her cheek.

Robin jolts awake, “what’s the pain level?” she asked quickly, assuming it was a serious situation.

“Zero,” Clint gets up with a wince “scratch that, seven because your big head was cutting off my circulation.” Robin playfully slaps his chest “make that nine.”

“Shut fuck up,” she gets out of bed “you think your leg is healed?” Robin takes off her slipper and gives Clint’s leg a good whack.

Clint snorts “what was that for?”

“To see if it was healed,” she hits him again “that’s for being a dumbass.” Robin goes to get her hoodie.

“You’re not gonna take my vitals?”

Robin spins around “I’m not your nurse.”

“Right, you’re everybody’s nurse.”

“Apparently so,” Robin says as she puts her hoodie on. “I’m gonna go make breakfast,” she says, closing the door as she exits.

She bumps into Bruce before she makes it to the elevator. “Oh hey, how are you feeling?”

Bruce’s eyes dart back and forth between Robin and Clint’s door, “Did- did you…?” His face was getting red trying to ask this question.

Robin took a moment until it clicked “ew!” She smacks his arm “Uncle Bruce, never!”

“Sorry! I was asking cause you didn’t sleep in your room.”

Robin shakes her head “I did full contact to try and heal his injuries.”

“Did it work?” Robin nods “that's great.” Bruce ruffles her hair, “good job baby bear.”

Robin smiles at the praise. “Thank you Uncle Bruce, I’m gonna go make breakfast, just go back to bed and I’ll bring it up to you and the other.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Bruce gently kisses her cheek before going back to his room. Robin watches with a rapidly beating heart as her godfather leaves.

“Relax,” she told herself while rocking on her heels “no one knows.”

[ashymcgee]

Trash Hot Pot; . When you have too many ingredients in your fridge because you ordered UberEats too much. . Healthy. Tasty. Easy. 15 minutes prep max. Lasts forever. Save your waistline and your budget. . Raccoon approved. . Recipe: . - Whatever the fuck you have in the house that's still edible. I had Napa Cabbage, Some sorta hefty green (I dunno), white onion, green onion, Enoki mushroom, zucchini, Firm Tofu, fish cakes, shrimp dumplings, leek dumplings. . Cut that bish up. If you have white onion, or bean sprouts, layer it at the bottom first so stuff won't burn and the dumplings won't get mega soggy. . Sauce: - 4 Tbsp Minced Garlic - 5 Tbsp Gochujang (if you don't like spice, use Doenjang instead) - 2 tsp Fish Sauce (or Shaoxing wine) - 2 TBS Japanese Soup base (Tsuyu) - 2 Tsp Umeboshi vinegar (this is optional. I eat a ton of Umeboshi and it gives the sauce a slightly sour taste. Don't mind my ass. I eat weird shit.) - 1 tsp condensed vegetable stock - 3.5 cups water . Mix up sauce ingredients. Turn up stove to Medium High. Dump sauce over hotpot and marvel how ugly it looks. Cover. Regret your UberEats budget and go cry at your bank account for being lazy. . Come back in 15 minutes. Bowl it up. Grab your drank and eat up. Promise yourself you will do better next time. . #blackgirlmagic #blacknerdgirls #seattle #cooking #koreancooking #hotpot #raccoons #southkorea #easyrecipes (at Seattle, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ1DS8kJeNV/?utm_medium=tumblr

[wet-raccoon]

who ever first swam to the bottom of the ocean and took a bite out of seaweed is goat

[homocorn]

miso vs doenjang is so funny bc japanese recipes are like DO NOT let the miso boil. if it boils im gonna come to your house and fucking kill you. but korean recipes are like. fuck it just boil the shit out of it

[omophagias]

setbacks of moving, today:

my table has a fucked-up crossbar that’s too tall at one end so i can’t actually put it together until dad comes over tomorrow morning with a saw and some sandpaper

my chair can’t be put together without an awl; see prev. comment

i still haven’t got around to doing anything with the massive zone of book boxes

physical pain of hands, upper arms, and back

kitchen trash can is slightly too tall to properly fit beneath the sink, so that cabinet door is always a little open

progresses of moving, today:

in preparation for dad coming over tomorrow morning i at least imposed some organization on the living room

all my clothes and other textiles for donation are boxed, and seasonally inappropriate clothes are stored

my bedroom floor is clean

i took down one set of vertical blinds and replaced them with a near-blackout curtain

ancillary setback: i do not actually know how to dismantle the blinds to properly store them, so they’re currently balanced on the closet shelving; and do not have the correct hardware to securely mount the curtain rods, so they’re just balanced on top of the brackets that used to mount the valence for the blinds.

autopay set up for the power bill

this was last night but i’m counting it; i found out that fish balls are a good addition to this doenjang soup recipe

also, in non-moving news, there’s a (🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿) significant chance that once i take an officially accredited typing test, which i will do tomorrow, and scan & send the certificate to the relevant people, i will (🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿) have a FULL-TIME job! indoors! sitting down! with benefits! the unimaginable luxury…!

[singingunderthecurtain]

Baekhyun the Corgi V

Graphics by Sedbau Graphic

Author: @loeyeolty

Setting: Canon/EXO Universe

Genre: Romance | Crack

Rating: PG-13

Pairing(s): Byun Baekhyun x Park Chanyeol

Trigger Warning: Some semi-mature topics (e.g Grindr and/or Tinder) Generally just crack

Total Word Count (this chapter):803

Status: On Going

Plot: Baekhyun wakes up as an actual Corgi, the only way to turn back is to get a kiss from a human who Baekhyun loves the most.

MINI MASTERLIST

Night time has passed and Baekhyun was still stuck in his dog form.

Kyungsoo made some doenjang jjigae with freshly sliced cucumbers as a side dish. “Let’s eat!” Jongdae screamed emanated across the dorm.

By force of habit, Baekhyun the corgi ran towards his usual seat around the dining table.

“Woof Woof Woof” Give me food! Baekhyun thought to himself, as he ran in circles around the legs of Baekhyun’s usual chair.

“Aww Mongryong, that’s Baekhyun’s seat!”  Suho picked up the dog and placed him on the seat. “Isn’t this Mongryong? Where’s Baekhyun?”

“That was Chanyeol’s concern the whoooole day, hahaha” Jongin sat down and scooped some rice on his plate.

“I’m telling you he’s probably on some Grindr date,” Sehun sat down and grabbed Jongin’s plateful of rice.

“I don’t think Baekhyun’s into Grindr,” Chanyeol was holding onto a phone, that did not seem to belong to him. He sat between Sehun and Baekhyun.

Fuck, that’s my phone! “Woof!” Baekhyun climbed on Chanyeol’s lap. Also, Oh Sehun I thought that when we accidentally saw each other’s grindr profile online, we would keep it a secret. Liar!

“Ya, isn’t that his phone? Let’s check if he has Grindr.” Sehun tried guessing Baekhyun’s passcode, but to no avail.

“Maybe you’re the one who has Grindr,” Chanyeol jibed.

“Woof!” Fuck yeah, Sehun has grindr.

“I’m not that cheap. Also, I’m straight.” Sehun’s brows furrowed. “Maybe his birthday? 0-5-0-6” Sehun dialled, the phone buzzed in rejection.

“Woof!” You’re cheap too... like me! And Fuck yeah, you’re straight as Chanyeol’s permed hair.

“Maybe we can trace his whereabouts if we open his phone,” Suho joined in.

“Maybe his password is your birthday,” Sehun slurped on some soup.

“Woof woof!” No No No OH SEHUN WHY DID YOU EXPOSE ME. Baekhyun nibbled on Chanyeol’s fingers in order for him to let go of the phone.

“Eew, gay” Xiumin’s face scrounged at the Sehun’s idea.

“Why would that be?” Chanyeol’s face showed signed of confusion. However, his question was interrupted by the fact that the puppy was raising its one leg on one side.

“He’s gonna pee!” Jongin pointed out.

“Baekhyun, ok I understand, I won’t!” Chanyeol dropped the phone on the table. Baekhyun correspondingly, dropped his peeing position.

“Baekhyun?” Suho asked.

“I named him Baekhyun,” Chanyeol innocently replied. “Because he keeps following me around..like Baekhyun.” Chanyeol placed a huge chunk of beef on his plate.

Baekhyun was so damn hungry he grabbed the meat of the table and he jumped back to his seat. Coincidentally, his hind legs kicked the phone off the table, causing it to crash on the floor.

“Ya- Baekhyunnie!” Chanyeol scolded the poor puppy. Chanyeol picked up the phone from the floor. It was still in one piece.

“Well thank God it didn’t break,” Jongdae chimed in.

“Woof!” Fuuuuck, it’s not broken. Maybe I’ll really pee on it later.

“Bad dog! No meat for you!” Chanyeol got a small plate and placed raw cucumber slices on it. “This is your dinner for tonight.”

“Ooh strict,” Sehun sarcastically rolled his eyes.

“Woof!” Eeew no not cucumbers! Baekhyun backed away from the vegetable plate.

“Hahaha, he also hates cucumbers....just like Baekhyun.” DO commented in his low, but scary voice.

“Woof!” Yes I hate cucumbers!

“But you know, I kinda miss Baekhyun’s noise..” Xiumin commented.

“Yeah, but at least we could finally eat in peace.” DO carefully placed more soup on Jongin’s plate.

“I wish Baekhyun was here, the soup is delicious DO.” Chanyeol seemed depressed. “Besides we were supposed to practice the choreography today.”

“But at least there’s no one screaming about their itchy balls over dinner,” DO added.

“But he could be dying somewhere ? Kidnapped by sasaengs, I don’t know,” Chanyeol frowned.

“Why are you so worried, he’s a grown man..or woman, maybe, we don’t know.” Sehun laughed.

“Woof!” Sehun you lil shit! Baekhyun kicked the cucumber dish towards Sehun’s direction, causing it to crash on the floor. Baekhyun pulled a tantrum and jumped up and down.

“That’s it. I’m taking that Dog to the shelter tomorrow. No one owns it right?” Xiumin stood up and grabbed a broom and dustpan, to swipe off the shards. He hit the dog with the end of the dust pan. “Bad dog”

Baekhyun whimpered and gave the cutest corgi puppy eyes to Chanyeol.

“No! I’ll take care of him!” Chanyeol placed Baekhyun on his lap.

So this is how Chanyeol smells, Baekhyun thought to himself as he rubbed his head across Chanyeol’s wool gym pants, repeatedly.

“I think that dog is sick in the head..” Xiumin frowned at the sight of the hyperactive puppy dry humping Chanyeol’s thigh.

“...Just like Baekhyun.” Chanyeol smiled lovingly at the puppy.

"Woof!" Baekhyun wagged his tail. Chanyeol-ah don't smile at me like that, I might die and go to doggy heaven.

[fuckyeahfoodfantasy]

Hi I'm starved of representation which food souls have ADHD ;; w ;;

MORE REPRESENTATION IS ALWAYS NEEDED TBH AND FOOD FANTASY REFUSES TO FEED US (IRONICALLY LOL)

(Ah i’m really flattered that you came here for such headcanons?? IT REALLY MEANS A LOT TO ME SRSLY THANK YOU FOR TRUSTING ME ENOUGH TvT)

While reading these headcanons, please keep in mind to that my knowledge, I’m neutrotypical, so if I fuck something up please do say!!!! That being said, I’m going to try my best with this ^^ !!! Also big credits to @scillyaas for helping me with this!! (I LOVE HER SO MUCH PLEASE SEND DOKIS TO HER TOO)

Ddeokbokki- She’s very emotional, and can get easily overwhelmed BECAUSE SHE JUST CARES SO MUCH…. she’s also easily distracted, but she hyperfocuses on one (1) thing: singing. AS A RESULT KIMCHI AND THE REST OF THE GANG HAVE TO DRAG HER OUT FROM SINGING PRACTICE TO DO SOMETHING ELSE….  Ddeokbokki tends to neglect other responsibilities thereafter, so Kimchi and Doenjang both help her with organizing and time management!!

Jiuniang- It’s canon that Jiuniang tends to overthink and stress out over small things, so I can definitely see her as someone with ADHD! (anxiety too….) She copes by reading and drawing or other small actions to keep her mind occupied, and daydreams a lot. She apologizes a lot because of some bad past experiences, but Yellow doesn’t mind and will always be there, whether to support her or drive away bad folks….

Salad- More specifically, inattentive ADHD. He already is the type that seems to be always in his own little world, AND HE TOO CANONICALLY IS A WORRIER (AND A SWEETHEART,,,) He’s easily distracted and often misplaces things from his forgetfulness, but not to worry, Yogurt’s always behind him with whatever he’s forgotten~ He also has trouble holding attention on certain tasks, but with Yogurt’s gentle encouragement, he can do it!!

Hamburger- He’s a guy who can’t keep still, and always wants to be doing something physical, whether it’s skateboarding or drumming on any flat surface! He fidgets a lot and IS!! SO!! FORGETFUL!! He doesn’t really know to manage stress like. At all. So he just ends up dissociating and bottling it all up rather than deal with it… Cola is trying to help him cope better and that expressing his more negative emotions is okay!! (also…. They both are super forgetful and have zero organizational skills so steak and red wine just have to come in and help em) Strangely enough, he never seems to forget about worrying about cola…

Vanilla- He’s super hyper, and is quite restless! He just can’t stop moving or poking around things, which often times does not end well… One of his anchors is protecting Strawberry, so for all of his distractibility and energeticness, he prides himself on being a good big brother (which ends up in a lot of over protectiveness when strawberry is there and a lot of overthinking and worrying when strawberry isn’t there…) STRAWBERRY IS ALSO LIKE 90% OF HIS IMPULSE CONTROL SO THEY NEED EACH OTHER A LOT !!

I hope I’ve done these headcanons justice, and again, if you think I’ve messed something up, please let me know, and I’ll try my best to rectify it!!!