#chow mien

[paulpingminho]

[scattered-winter]

its wild just realizing how much people have done and experienced and how prepared they are for what's to come when i am . very much not . lmao

[may-be-alive43]

TMC isn’t really angry when killjoys steal from his shop. He is 100% a crotchety asshole but he doesn’t mind when the younger joys steal from him

[cookingwithgenius029]

Crispy noodles stir-fried with a mix of meat, vegetables, and a savory sauce in Cantonese cuisine, offering a delightful combination of textures and flavors.

[emarket-ireland]

How to make chicken chow mein, a delectable take-out-style dish, at home. This is an easy recipe with tender chicken, veggies, and a flavorful sauce.

[badbitchstromboli]

Ramen

I eat ramen bricks dipped in marinara and I know it’s a heresy to the church of culinary respectability but I’ve never sat in a pew and thought to myself “I belong here” it’s more like a shelf to place the wrongness that is me So my eating foods that juxtaposed look insane and imbalanced is a symptom of the larger imbalance and I feed it daily 'cause it needs me How can you turn your back on the person who you were when the person who you were holds the screen of who you are? Like the landscape in an old film that tells you where you are covers up the set so you can sit back and forget all the shit that you have yet to deal with How can you turn your back on years and years of working with the enemy, the friend, and the pot and rainbow’s end? The other guy comes out and he shoulders it like Atlas shows me I’m not hopeless because the hope is there the rope is there the smoky scent is in my hair and I’m still holding those matches perched on cans of gasoline but when the fire starts, you can tell just where I’ve been from the ghost of my outline likely filling up that space as I take off like a race on the other side of grace Sit me on that wooden slab of scrabble-like rigidity and tell me why this god of mine is fluent in frigidity the silent treatment’s going strong but I just need to know what’s wrong and where he wants to eat so I can grab him flowers and chow mien and take a better seat by the ear of god alongside the mouth and he can tell me shit and I’ll know what’s what and I can go from there instead of down the street cuts Tell me what’s on your mind and split my melon open you can take the honey-dues and the goddamn can’t-elopes all the sweet and weak and watered-melons bite them 'til you choke on those violent contradictions speak against them please tell me I’ve done worship wrong and take me from my knees bring me full to standing and slit my throat with ease lick the blood that spurts about bury me near trees The “death” of me is not the worst to come and yet The “death” of me will overthrow the death of me, I’ll bet

[feddy-34]

i got you all the way

brock purdy/fred warner | 2.7k words | completed | rated T

fluff, college au, meet cute, slice of life

*author is too lazy to dig up non fb pics of brock and fred from college*

"You dumbass, why the fuck would you try to reheat chow mien on a paper plate? What is wrong with you?" or, the daily bs of college, part 1

GUESS WHO'S BACK FUCKERS??????????

im actually so hyped i finished an nfl fic for the first time since APRIL. whew. been dealing with a lot of writer's block and also laziness but the seahawks dub provided much needed motivation.

this is... idek. we're struggling in dorm life and taking it out on the athletes that live in my head. bless. it's cute, promise!

link in the title above, go check it out!

[highendphsrs]

Tommy Chow Mien: i got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯💥��

Me: yeah whatever. i won’t feel shit

5 minutes later: dude i swear i just saw DESTROYA standing outside my window

My buddy Jet Star pacing: we need to take down better living industries before it's too late

[cumikering]

University Gaz x reader

2.5k | fluff, comfort

Stuck in a lift with Kyle

Another submission to Gazfest by @glitterypirateduck. Thanks again for coming up with this. It’s been fantastic!

It was too late when you realised. In the descending lift, you patted your pockets - you’d left your phone. You groaned as you got off the next floor, shifting your weight as you waited for another lift heading back up.

You stepped into the next carriage, not even bothering to look at the only other person in it. You pressed the number nine and folded your arms again.

It took you a few seconds to register the delicious aroma swirling in the small lift, reminding you of your vacant stomach. Was it chow mien? Pork stir fry? Perhaps orange chicken?

When was the last time you ate?

You couldn’t help but look up. The bloke wore a hoodie and a Union Jack baseball cap. He had a faint smile on his face, seemingly looking forward to his dinner as he watched the floor number ascend on the display. He must have been your age, probably one of the students of the university nearby. Irrational envy crept up on you, the innocent bag felt like a flex on your searing hunger.

You barely noticed the first jerk or the second, before the lift completely stopped dead in its tracks with a screech. It all happened too fast. You whipped to him, eyes wide. His equally stunned face was the last thing you saw before the room went pitch black.

“Aw, shit,” he said.

You let out a heavy sigh. The day couldn’t get any worse. “Sorry, have you got your phone? Let’s try calling for help.”

He huffed. “I left it because I went to get dinner just down the street.”

You couldn’t believe it. “Just my luck! Mine was charging and I forgot about it. I was heading up to get it.”

“Oi!” he banged on the doors. “Help! We’re stuck!”

You followed suit. “Hello! Help!”

The both of you pounded on the doors for a few moments but prompted no response. There was not even chatter or footsteps.

You turned to him even that it didn’t matter. “Do you think maybe we’re stuck between floors? I know it’s kind of late, but there’s got to be someone, yeah?”

“Okay, not a problem, not a problem.” Plastic rustled followed by a thud, like he laid the takeaway on the floor. He clicked his tongue. “Eh, we can try the emergency button.”

“You know which one?” you asked incredulously. You could see absolutely nothing.

The bloke chuckled. “Well, no, but I’m going to try anyway.”

You extended your arms, taking tentative steps towards the panel of buttons. You counted the buttons and his fingers brushed over yours, making you jump.

“Sorry,” he said quickly. “Uh, there are 2 columns, 8 rows.”

“Okay.” You stepped back.

“I’m embarrassed to admit I don’t even remember which button is which even that I live here.” He laughed, more to himself as he pressed the buttons.

“I don’t live here, but as far as I know, the floor buttons are above and everything else is towards the bottom. Unless your building is fancy, in which case this shouldn’t even be happening!”

“Geez, love, you alright? It’s not like I’m having the time of my life here either.”

You let out a long sigh. “I’m so sorry. It’s not you. It’s been a very long day. I was hoping to get home in 15 minutes, but here I am.”

“Let’s hope for the best. I’ve pressed every button.”

“I’ll do it again, for good measure.” You trailed your fingers over the buttons.

He chuckled. “You know how you can undo the floors if you press twice? What if you did that?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not the case for emergency buttons.” You smiled.

“Alright. Well, the building’s not too big, someone’s bound to notice soon enough if a lift is stuck. I’m just going to sit and wait.” There was more rustling. “I’m Kyle by the way.”

You shifted your weight. “Hi.”

“So what were you up to? Partying with friends?”

I wish. “You really want to know?”

“Well, I’ve got nothing else to do.”

“Last chance to back out.” You chuckled. “You’re trapped with me. If I don’t stop talking, it will make your life harder.”

“I’ll take my chances.” You heard the smile in his voice.

You weren’t going to see him again and you could use the listening ear. There was nothing to lose.

You sat across him. “Where do I eve begin? Life royally sucks the past week. Things keep going wrong.”

“You can tell me all about it if you want. Hey, do you mind if I eat meanwhile? I’m starving, might as well have my dinner while it’s still warm.”

You swallowed, reminded once more of the acid in your stomach. “Sure.”

“Lucky I got fried rice. Using chopsticks in the dark would be the death of me.” Plastic crunched again before he chewed quietly.

“I went to the shops last week. I locked my bike up in the usual spot near the door. The whole affair was supposed to be pleasant and uneventful, just a weekly trip to stock up the fridge.”

He gave you an enthusiastic hum.

“20 minutes later or so, I strutted out, extra pleased with the 2 tubs of ice cream I got on sale. They were my favourites too, caramel pecan and strawberry cheesecake. But lo and behold, my bike was gone.”

“Oof.” The grunt came deep from his chest. He was too invested. “And then?”

“The bloody rack was unbolted! It lifted up clean off the ground. My bike wasn’t even a nice one! I taped up the seat to make it look as ugly as possible.”

“Did you manage to get a new one at least?”

“Not yet. I’ve been trying to get extra money for it, so I’m tutoring this bloke from class. We agreed on the pay, so I came and taught him a few days ago. He said he didn’t have enough on him, but will pay today – fine.” You straightened up, anger boiling over again. “Guess what! I was just there, taught his daft arse for 3 hours, all the while he kept getting distracted by the game on his PC. And at the end of it all, he said his parents haven’t sent him his allowance yet!”

“Whoa, what a right arsehole! He needs a knuckle sandwich delivered straight to his door.”

“He lives at 908, name’s Sebastian - spelt with ‘ay’. What the hell kind of name is Say-bastian?”

“Oh, I know him. He drives a Rover, yeah? Can’t park for shit.”

You laughed, remembering his mangled rear bumper. “That’s what I’ve heard. But you really think he can’t pay me anything right now? Not even half? Because I know that’s bloody well rubbish.” You huffed. “I was so mad, I walked straight out and forgot my phone. I just... didn’t want to cry in his face.”

The air hung for a moment. “Are you alright?” he asked sombrely.

“I’m not.” You chuckled to yourself. “Bloody hell, I’m not. I haven’t had anything since lunch. I only packed a sandwich for today, and Saybastian told me last minute he wanted me to teach after class. I don’t have the budget to buy food outside because transport has been mad expensive without my bike, and-“ you sniffled. “I was just really looking forward to getting paid today.”

“I’m so sorry. Do you- do you want to have some of this?”

You wiped your tear away. “That’s awfully kind of you, but no, thanks.”

“I know some people don’t like sharing food, but if you’d told me five minutes ago, I’d have let you have it.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Kyle.”

“I mean it. I’m not that hungry anyway.”

Liar. You chuckled, and before you knew it, you choked up followed by a few tears.

He kept quiet. It was too late to turn back now – you’d warned him too. Your shame was out the window.

“I feel so silly-“ you hiccupped. “For being so upset about this. It’s not the end of the world, but I’m exhausted. And I-“ You wiped at your face.

“Would you like a hug?”

You paused at the question.

“Sounds like you could use one.”

“I think I could, yeah,” you admitted.

“Here, I’m holding my hand out.”

You scooted over, your hand ran along the soft sleeve of his hoodie before he pulled you into a tight hug. You let out a small squeal at the swiftness. You wouldn’t have guessed how muscular he was under his baggy clothes, but he was warm, his arms strong as he surrounded you.

He loosened his embrace. “We’ve all been there. Sometimes things add up and overwhelm you. Just because they’re not a problem to others, doesn’t mean your feelings aren’t valid.”

You thought back to the people you thought were your friends, how they brushed off your issues, homesickness among others, and here Kyle was, comforting you instead. You never expected to find so much compassion in a total stranger. It was embarrassing how many more tears it made you shed.

“There, there. Let it all out.” He patted your back.

With him smelling so good, you could have stayed there forever.

“Can you put my hand on your face?”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to stab your eye?”

You laughed through the tears. Your fingers trailed down his arm, taking his hand. His callouses were rough against your cheek.

He wiped your tears away with his knuckle before leaning back onto the wall, an arm holding you to him.

“Thanks, Kyle,” you mumbled, head resting on his shoulder as you curled up against him.

“I’m sorry, I need to ask. Whatever happened to the 2 tubs of ice cream? I hope they didn’t melt completely by the time you got back, because that would be a shame.”

You smiled, appreciating that that while addressing your feelings, he still managed to lighten the mood.

“I got ice from the supermarket and bolted home. I wasn’t about to waste my ice cream. I didn’t know I could run that fast.”

His chest rumbled in laughter under you. “That’s good. At least you still got to enjoy it.”

“I’m definitely having some later. I can’t wait.” Your smile dropped as you remembered. “Ugh, I still need to get my phone back. After this whole ordeal, it feels like a walk of shame. And he’ll be able to tell I’ve been crying, which makes it even more embarrassing.”

“I’ll get it for you. I’ll make him to pay up too.”

“Oh, I’d love that. Please, if you don’t mind. I don’t want to deal with him any-”

“Hello? Is anyone there?” a voice called from outside.

“Yes, hello!” You scrambled to your feet with Kyle following suit.

“Stay calm, love,” he man said. “Are you alone?”

“No, I’ve got a- a friend here with me,” you hesitated on how to address Kyle.

“Alright, I need you to hold on tight. The lift will drop a meter or two to my floor.”

“O- okay.”

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

Kyle stood behind you, surrounding you once more, hands on the railing next to yours. “Ready, love?”

He wasn’t even pressed up against you, but his low voice and the way he breathed into your hair sent shivers down your spine.

“Ready,” you muttered.

“We’re ready!” he called out.

“Okay. One… Two… Three…”

The lift dropped in increments before you saw a beam of light through the seam of the doors.

“Stay away from the doors. I’m going to pry them open.”

When the doors parted, metal clanked on the floor outside. Kyle stepped up to push them open, among two other pairs of hands.

“I got it,” he grunted when you tried to help.

In seconds, the doors opened enough. Kyle stepped aside to let you through. You grabbed your bag off the floor and stepped down and out of the damned lift with him right behind.

The both of you thanked the apologetic technicians before getting on yet another lift. Your heart raced from the adrenaline, eyes still adjusting to the blinding light. Yet you couldn’t stop the smile on your face while you looked at Kyle.

He leaned back onto the wall, chewing on his lower lip to supress a smile. He stared up the display again, his half eaten takeaway in hand. It felt like the night was playing itself over again.

He was beautiful. You couldn’t believe you were in his arms minutes before. You almost wished you could stay in the stuck lift for a while longer so you could remember how safe his arms felt.

“You look fine, by the way, not like you’ve been crying,” Kyle said before knocking at Saybastian’s door.

“Who is it?” he called dryly.

“It’s Gaz. Open up,” he demanded, a stark contrast to the gentle voice he just used with you.

There was frantic shuffling before the door opened in mere seconds. “Oh, Gaz? Is everything alright? Do you want to come in?” he asked with a nervous smile before his eyes landed on you in surprise.

“How much do you owe the bird?”

“Uh…” His gaze shifted between you and him.

“90,” you mumbled.

“Pay up, mate,” he said sternly.

“Right away.” Saybastian disappeared into his flat.

You followed to get your phone in the kitchen with Kyle close behind.

“Here.” He handed Kyle a crisp 100.

“Don’t give it to me,” he said curtly. “And you better apologise for the trouble.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled to you. “Here’s your pay.”

You almost laughed at the way the gazed at his feet like a child getting told off. Who was Gaz with such a command over this guy?

Kyle turned to him again at the door. “Better not mess with her anymore. Getting dropped from the team won’t look good on paper, yeah?” He gave him a smug smile.

Saybastian chuckled uncomfortably. “I’m sure we could figure out-“ he began, but Kyle already walked away towards the lifts.

“Well, my dinner went cold already.” He gestured at his takeaway. “I think it’s only fitting we grab something else. Fancy a kebab? There’s a good one nearby.”

You smiled at him gratefully. You waited at his door as he grabbed his phone, but he came back with a box of granola bars he insisted you keep in your bag for emergencies. He had way too many to finish, he said.

After the tasty dinner you insisted you paid, he offered to walk you home. He offered his arm which you took with a shy smile. It was so easy to talk to him - he was funny without trying to be. It didn’t hurt that he was so handsome with his boyish smile. It was an understatement to say you enjoyed the company. Your touch lingered, and despite exhaustion weighting heavy in your bones, you wished the night didn’t have to end.

“I can’t thank you enough for your help, Kyle.” You turned to him at your door. “Really.”

He flashed you a smile. “I’d love to take you out, and we’ll call it even.”

You beamed at him before he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.

My other Gazfest submissions: fic and art

My fellow Gaz simp @sofasoap

[poekiidokidoki]

Chicken Chow Mein

It's the last order of the night, and it’s a big one. Kumiko thinks their two delivery boys should make the trip together since there's so much food for one person to handle. But little did she know the chaos that would ensue for poor Daniel and Johnny once dropping off that order. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Relationship: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Characters: Johnny Lawrence, Daniel LaRusso, Kumiko, Chozen, The Demon King Additional Tags: AU, Sacrifice ritual, Cult, Chinese Restaurant, Comedy, first kiss,  stupidity for sure, death, the demon king, chicken chow mien is the real hero here, inspired by fanart, there are some bad jokes thrown in there, Yes, Mr. Miyagi owns a Chinese restaurant,  Johnny and Daniel are Delivery Boys, horror, blood, 90's era, their in there 20's,campy fic

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Haunted Everything changed once Johnny entered a house he didn’t recognize.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning; Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: Gen Characters: Johnny Lawrence, Laura Lawrence, Sid Weinberg Additional Tags: AU, Johnny is four years old, psychological horror, short fic, depressing,

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@ckhalloween Week 3 Side A - Event Horizon

[theink-stainedfolk]

Get to know me tag

Thank you @drchenquill for the tag. I shall use this as an opportunity to make more online friends >:)

Do you have any pets?

Nope. I can't handle myself so handling pets might be a nightmare for me.

Comfort food?

I have so many. Hyderabadi Biryani, Maggi, Indomein, Kurkure, Red Lentils and rice, Makloubeh, Kabsa Rice, Kunafe, Shakshuka and so many more. Also Indo-chinese foods like dumplings, chow mien etc.

How many languages do you speak?

I speak English, Hindi and Urdu.

Random fact about yourself

When i was 3 my parents moved to Saudi Arabia due to my fathers job and i studied their till 8th class. I can read Arabic but i can understand it a little bit. I can also write it probably but i can't speak it. I became a writer because of that one chapter in my English course book about a girl with anxiety finding herself because of what her English teacher told her once and became a well know author and i also have memory problems which is why i forgot everything :).

Something you’re proud of?

Improving in my writing and speaking English. Finally studying in 11th and proving everyone wrong. Getting in college and proving everyone wrong again. Being good in Psychology....somehow. Standing up for myself in front of my family because I'm done. Rejecting my younger cousin's love confession because i stood up for myself.

I'll tag @cssnder @finickyfelix @agirlandherquill @ascotwriting @willtheweaver @illarian-rambling @winglesswriter @paeliae-occasionally @the-golden-comet @leahnardo-da-veggie and his is an open tag.

[scattered-winter]

nothing makes you appreciate sight more than trying to find your phone charger that is on the floor SOMEWHERE but fuck if you can find the damn thing

[kakushino]

You had grown used to your home being stalked by the Kizuki after your got involved with their rival gang, the Hashira. You never expected them to start throwing shit at your home and trying to break in, however. You had just finished cleaning up the remnants of a fire cracker that was thrown through your window by one of the Kizuki's informants, a tired expression on your features. You paused hearing a knock on the front door, getting up from the floor and opening it, surprise etching its way to your features upon seeing Giyuu's calm face greet you, ocean eyes giving you a sense of piece. "Giyuu, what're you doing here?" "Hey, dollface, saw what happened. I got some take out." He spoke coolly, your eyes flicking to his hands where he had bags of takeout from your favorite Chinese food joint. "Mind if I come in?" You opened the door wider for him to step inside, the leather bound man walking in and wordlessly setting the food out on your living room's coffee table. He remembered your favorite. How did he remember something so small, you only mentioned it once in passing while spending some time with him. "You didn't need to do this you know." You spoke, taking a seat on your sofa, Giyuu cozying right up to you, as was routine, and handing you a takeout box of chow mien along with some chopsticks. You happily dug into your food, Giyuu plucking up your TV's remote and turning to you. "I wanted to. You wanna watch a movie?" He asked, flicking through the various streaming apps you had, soon landing on Disney+ and starting to browse movies. "Yeah! We can do that!" You spoke, swallowing your food and giving Giyuu a small grin. He blushed softly seeing the expression you had. "You can pick. I trust you." You were bad for his heart, you kept making it flutter. Making him feel like he can't breathe.

I am out of ideas that won't turn into a novel, enjoy.

Mother of fluff-

I wanna smooch his cheeks and cuddle him okay? I'm normal about this. (I'm not)

Gods, delinquent AU is gonna be glorious 🔥❤️🥺

[cookingwithgenius029]

Crispy noodles stir-fried with a mix of meat, vegetables, and a savory sauce in Cantonese cuisine, offering a delightful combination of textures and flavors.

[r1-jw-lover]

Hello :3 Do you have any favorite John x Caine headcanons? Any cute moments between them that play on repeat in your head?

Have a lovely day! ✨

Thank you for the ask, my friend! I am more than happy to share with you some of my favourite John/Caine headcanons (though a lot of them will be too obvious).

Caine likes to touch John's face, map out every inch with his hands and commit it to memory: cupping his cheeks, trace his eyebrows and nose, smooth out his wrinkles, scratching his beard, combing through his hair... And John likes it, of course, finding intimacy and comfort and relief in being touched like that. (Sometimes, it leads to kissing and maybe even more 🤭)

John wants to learn to cook all sorts of noodles, especially Asian noodles, for Caine: chow mien, pan mien, wantan mien, etc. Caine was initially taken back by the idea but eventually comes around to it. He appreciates John's sincere efforts and sometimes joins in on John's cooking while giving commentary on John's food. (The one time John cooked ramen, it tasted so good that Caine cried because it reminded him of Koji's ramen.)

At one point, Caine complains to John to give Dog a real name, to which John rebutted that Caine's name is one letter away from "cane". (When Caine gave himself that name before he went blind, it was because he wants people to remember him as the guy who kicked their ass with a fucking cane.)

Their favourite pastimes at home are singing karaoke, watching movies, listening to music, sleeping and eating. Occasionally, they would spar with each other to test their skill sets, and Caine will never stop showing off how much better he is than John at it.

It is very likely the two of them will be staying in Paris, since John's house in New York got burned down and Caine was already familiar with the city. Somewhere during their relationship, Caine starts to hold John's right forearm while walking through the streets, even though he clearly doesn't need to.

It was easy to forget that John was missing a ring finger on his left hand, that he never got Helen's ring back from the Table. It was also easy to forget that Caine still wears his wedding ring from his previous marriage. Then when Caine one day suggested to John to get a prosthetic finger, John outright refused and they had their biggest argument yet. The next day, John noticed that Caine no longer wears his wedding ring.

When Caine puts down his sunglasses, John makes sure that he's safe and comfortable with showing him the true colours of his eyes, giving him kisses on the eyelids as reassurance.

Okay, I think that's all for now. Hope this answers your question.

[nevermindtheweights]

Carinvore urges have increased for her lately.

She's been eating a lot more meat. Fried Chicken, Burgers, Meat off the Bone, Kebabs, heavily meaty chow-miens, curried meats alongside actual curries...

Needless to say, she's somehow looking even fatter.