#burnt ramen

[danieltaylor]

Recording for The Suburban American Tract Home Project at Burnt Ramen in Richmond. I wrote about it here

[mold-soda]

[mysunshine-youremoonlight]

how the fuck did he burn water

idk man he just did. requiem has a very unique set of skills. <- burns water, can fit into weird places, and is surprisingly good at both hiding and retrieving objects

[dejwrld]

i really love the jjk fans that criticize and critique gege’s writing and don’t dick ride them. y’all truly are the best jjk fans.

[sad-theater-kid]

Guys im not joking I almost accidentally burnt down my house

BE MORE CHILL REFERENCE???!?!

[golden-lovers]

i just microwaved my fucking ramen without water

[makeshiftloops]

Mm I love balancing my interests /gen It’s like cooking— add a lil bit of spooky podcasts, a dash of whimsical (and also spooky) puppets, and an unhealthy abundance of fourth wall breaking introspection, and you got good mental health, babyy

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

lab joner thinks he might get some sympathy from an adam whos also a quadruped but that is so not the case-

Yeah :(

Jonah wants Adam to help him but. He instead calls him a dog or a goat and mocks him-

[theood]

Think I am gettin' a ramen bowl down for myself.

Boil noodles as is, less water than probably recommended, pour some of seasoning in bowl, add a squeeze of BBQ sauce. Fry egg on the side (crispy is good, looking for good yolk more than whites). As soon as noodles are done cooking take off heat pour a little water into bowl. Mix that up, then add noodles and a little more of the water if needed. Add rest of seasoning packet and mix noodles then add egg on top and another bit of BBQ sauce. Break the yolk and enjoy <3

[tired-and-swordless]

It is so fucking hot rn

[digitaldiseas3]

i am honestly so excited to go back home at this point like omg even little things are just frustrating me bc being home is just so much more comfortable omfg. in such a literal sense too like even my clothes are scratchier here because the stuff my host mom uses to wash them doesn't leave them soft At All. like even living in the dorms when i was too cheap/lazy to use fabric softener, just my detergent was decent enough to keep all of my clothes soft and comfy compared to what they're like here. omfg. i'm gonna lose it actually

[exerlin]

my life would be so much better with a 2nd non-bathroom room and a bunny rabbit

[nogenrealldrama]

shitty emo pics of my garden in winter - grapevine pruning edition

[pixelz-but-with-uh-z]

my older sister actually set instant noodles on fire one time because she forgot to add the water and my mom said she would not survive living alone for a month

[szasfuckingwife]

“Yuji, get your ass over here!” Sukuna yells. His nephew is spending some of summer break with him and he can’t for the life of him understand why he doesn’t clean up. I mean, it’s his apartment.

The teenager grumbles out of the guest room (practically his room) and rubs his eye, “Uncle, you can’t just yell at me when I’m sleeping…”

Sukuna points to the scattered dishes and opened packs of ramen on the counter, “Felt peckish last night?”

Yuji shrugs, “You said to make myself comfortable.”

His uncle has never been so provoked to hit a teen in his life. Forget the takeaway meals and home-cooked meals Sukuna had fed the boy. Because apparently, instant noodles from the corner shop tasted better, “Yuji, you didn’t even clean up. God, my girlfriend’s coming in like twenty minutes and now the place is a mess…”

“Y/N’s coming?” Yuji suddenly fixed his posture and stood up. “Like now?”

Sukuna’s brow raised at how his nephew immediately went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower. And how when he came out, he put on his best casual fit and used some of HIS cologne, that was way too expensive for Yuji to use.

Sukuna couldn’t even get into the shower as quickly as he wanted to because he was trying to scrub the burnt pot that Yuji used.

That boy can’t cook a thing, Sukuna thought.

But just then, three knocks came from the door. Sukuna knew it was you because even after giving you his apartment key, you still choose to knock. Yuji raced to the door and opened it.

“Hi, Y/N!” He grinned.

“Oh, hi! I didn’t know you were staying over. Your uncle didn’t mention anything..” You scowled at Sukuna causing your boyfriend to roll his eyes.

Sukuna gave you a chaste kiss before sitting you up on the countertop, “Please try use your influence to make him be more tidy.”

“You’re such a mom, Sukuna..” You chuckle, “He’s just a teenager. You were probably the same, giving your brother the same flak.”

He rolls his eyes once more, “When we have a kid, they’re not turning out like that. They’ll be neat, respectable people.

Your cheeks grow warm as you note down how he said ‘when’ instead of ‘if’. “He’s not that bad, Kuna…”

Sukuna only dead panned you before asking if you want anything for breakfast. Before you could answer, Yuji loudly yelled, “Choso said he’s coming for breakfast too! Should I call my dad to come?”

“NO!” Sukuna responded.

[dcviated]

@snowbelled sent: " Umm... Citrine? Did I do these right? " The Saintess questioned, stepping aside to let the taller Draco examine her handiwork. Those fluffy kernels of popcorn Pramanix envisioned in her head looked nothing alike to the real thing. All she is left with is blacked kernels of corn, and the lingering scent of defeat in the air. No, it's just the aroma of burnt popcorn hanging about.

The scent of burnt kernels has a way of travelling. Very far. Very easily. And very unfortunately. To say nothing of the remnants of smoke that hung into the air Citrine knew that some level of disaster was going to meet him when he was invited over to the kitchen.

So... did that mean Pramanix was the source? The cause?! But how...

Pramanix was not bad in the kitchen after all. Her pastries were fluffy and tasty. Not too unlike the Feline herself. In contrast to her curiosity and concern Citrine surveys the graveyard of corn within the pan. Singed and burnt. Black and shriveled. Too much heat? Too much pressure? The ones that had bothered to pop may have preferred to die another way.

"Pram..." It wells in his chest, it makes his tail curl and eyes squeeze harder than the smell. Knowing what he had to do. Because lying was not a possibility.

"This is burnt! How did they get this bad?? Never mind that- we need to open a window to air this room out!"