#cooking with sleepy

[sleepymccoy]

I'm making a lasagne!

Step one: soak lentils in hot water and chop onions

Step two: pivot from onions to spring onions cos I have no fucking onions! Also, heat butter and olive oil

[tapakah0]

[skillzissuez]

Tired of pretending they don’t want each other carnally

[wiisagi-maiingan]

I think all Native people everywhere and forever should have Thanksgiving off for work regardless of whether we celebrate or not. We should make that part of all reparations demands. NO, I am not just saying that because I'm working overnight and part of the morning of Thanksgiving, shut up.

[harveylikestoart]

i love how tiny you draw billy batson. so much hope in such a small package. he definitely cuts his own hair with a knife

I think it funny when he tiny af

Also yes. He can blindly finger measure easier with a knife but he’s got such uneven choppy ass hair bc of it.

[whumpbug]

i have so many thoughts on the word “drowsy”. GOD i can’t get enough of it. i LOVE the implications of it bc it can be related to so many different scenarios with similar vibes

maybe whumpee has had an extremely exhausting day. i’m talking manual labor— working for hours to get something done and they’re finally home and they are BONE tired. maybe caretaker brings them some food and runs them a hot bath, and once they’re warm and their belly is full they find it physically impossible to stay awake. their head keeps bobbing up and down with threats of nodding off, their eyes have that glassy, drowsy, far away look to them, and they’re barely coherent anymore, just focused on keeping their eyes open, but it’s a losing battle. eventually caretaker sidles up to them and guides their head to lay on the space between caretaker’s chin and shoulder and sleep finally takes them

or maybe whumpee has been in a fight or is severely injured or something of the sort, and they’ve been patched up and pumped full of pain meds and are lying in a hospital bed. caretaker is beside them, gently carding their fingers through their hair with a quiet conversation and the gesture as well as the copious amounts of drugs in whumpee’s system is making their eyelids droop. they feel the pleasant buzz of the pain relief and they finally get to rest after whatever unfortunate circumstance landed them in the hospital in the first place and caretaker notices them losing the battle with sleep because their conversation becomes more of a drowsy mumble and then whumpee’s breathing evens out and they’re out

i just love a sleepy whumpee i wanna hold them and let them get the sleep they deserve (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

hi, i understand u dont want ur oc art reposted cus u have created the oc. but when u make cod ghost art, u have drawn it but its not ur character. so peepz can repost ghost art as long as it credited. again its ur art but not ur character. cus i dont see u credit cod when u draw ghost

Hello!

Good logical play, but It's still my art though. I made the art piece. I have a say in that art piece that I made. I have a say on where I want my drawing to be posted and where I don't want it to be posted. Plus I've never claimed that Ghost is mine 🤷‍♀️ and at this point, everyone knows that Simon "Ghost" Riley is a character from Call of Duty.

My art is NOT public property.

Activision has the ownership right to the character Ghost, so only they have a say on what we can't do to Ghost. That means the only one who can say that I can't make an art/fic of Ghost is Activision.(and it most likely will never happen).

Editing with my tags cuz I think it's also pretty important to know (or if you're still dense enough to not wanna listen to me) :

[schmellows]

A homecooked meal for the sleepy little star.

[brewed-pangolin]

I love to cook. It's stupid. I hate it sometimes because I feel like I fall into the stereotypical cliché of women in the kitchen. But I can't help it. I just love to cook.

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And you love to cook for him.

Especially when he comes home looking malnourished and gaunt from yet another lengthy deployment.

You make him his favorite dishes. Bake the most delicious pies. Spoil him with lavish flavors and recipes he's never even heard of as he devours every last morsel you plate in front of him.

And it doesn't take long to see the fruit of your labors slowly beginning to appear.

A soft lining of fat growing just beneath his skin. Accentuating the contours of his musculature as he walks around the halls of your home in nothing but his sweatpants and a ratted t-shirt.

Yet your favorite arrives a few weeks later when you gaze upon him in the soft morning light.

It's faint. Small, compared to the deep the curves and divots of his abdomen and nestled between the defined plateau of Adonis belt.

A soft pillow of fat, showcasing your efforts to plump him while on leave in preparation for his next venture over seas.

You lean over. Slowly. Gently as to not wake him as you caress his flesh with your lips, peppering him with tender kisses as he ever so slowly pulls himself from deep slumber.

"What'ya doin, hen?" Soap asks, voice wrapped in sleep and eyes barely fluttering open.

You hum against him in response at first. Pursing your lips to place a few more sacred kisses across his lower stomach.

"Just admiring my handiwork."

"Aye. Ya do know how t'fatten me up, lass."

You part your lips against him, pulling the faintest growl from his chest as you lightly bite down on his supple flesh.

"What you want for breakfast, Johnny?" You asked, tongue lightly lapping against his skin. "Steak and eggs? Belgian waffles? English breakfast?"

"Hm. Steak and eggs sounds good." He replies with a throaty groan. Hand finding the back of your head as he ruffles your hair with his thick fingers.

"But I got somethin ya might want to try first." He adds with a wicked smirk curling into his lips.

"Yeah. What's that?"

"Got a Lorne sausage callin yer name, bonnie. Maybe try takin that on first before moving to th'main course, yeah?"

Drabbles Masterlist

[seokminfilm]

mr. & mrs. lee | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader | mr & mrs. smith (2024 tv show au)

warnings: angst, angst, & more angst, kissing, some cursing (like two mentions), reader is mentioned to be taking a bath (nothing descriptive), romance, mentions of blood, arranged marriage, mentions of family issues, dark topics, mr. & mrs. smith brainrot is REAL, spoilers for mr. & mrs. smith ofc, dokyeom is really mean in this one but he's just frustrated, reader is in the wrong too, the two make up at the end, everything is okay

word count: 1,170 words (.........😭)

Tensions were high as you arrived back home, and your aching body only made your fragile mood even worse. Plus, you were covered in drying blood that wasn't yours⎯at least you were hoping it wasn't yours⎯and the pounding in your head started to become even worse.

Soaking in the bathtub, your bare body tingles with the warm ache of the lavender-infused water. Your calloused hands scrub the blood, dirt, and grime from your face and hair, and you close your eyes, leaning back as you try to calm your racing mind. The atmosphere itself is quiet, leaving nothing but the sloshing of water and the low hum of the air conditioning to make noise.

The bathroom lights were bright when you opened your eyes again, and you submerged your face under the surface, feeling the warm water surround you as you come back up. You feel a bit cleaner, more softer⎯and you step out of the tub just minutes later, towel around your body as you numbly stumble back to your room.

Seokmin's already there, undoing his cuff links as he drops one on the bedside table. His hair is messy, the style lost in the heat of the chase the two of you went on tonight⎯his deep brown eyes are tired as he strips himself of his blood-covered dress shirt, and he doesn't even blink twice at the sight of drying blood on his hands.

The two of you had yet another disagreement, and both of you thought each other was in the wrong.

The mission itself was simple: you had to confiscate a bag of money from a rich guy at his dinner party. You had your own plan⎯you wanted to rush in and make people panic, distracted from your mission that it would be simple to take the money.

Seokmin, on the other hand, wanted to take it slow⎯he wanted to work his way from the inside out, getting close to the man just to make a quick switch with a fake bag of money and escaping without a second glance.

Because of your shared disagreement, the two of you went your own seperate ways and did what you wanted to.

(Which ended up with both of you ruining almost everything and failing the mission.)

And of course Seokmin was angry he didn't get his way.

"You know, instead of just staring, you could apologize." Seokmin's smooth voice was a shock to you as you finished tugging on an oversized shirt, face still awkwardly dry from the amount of blood that painted your cheeks and neck.

"Apologize? Seokmin⎯you were the one who insisted your idea was better? We only completed the mission because I was the only one of the two of us actually thinking our actions through!" Your voice was higher than it was just a few minutes ago, and Seokmin rolled his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing as he glared your way.

"I never insisted my idea was better! I just said it would benifit you to listen to someone else give you instructions for once! And look⎯I was right!" Seokmin threw his hand out, arm outstretched as he vaguely pointed to himself. "You always have to be right about something, I swear."

"Me? I always have to be right about something? Well, excuse me, Seokmin⎯but it seems like you always have to be in fucking control!" You lock eyes with him, daring him to test you: Seokmin rises up to the challenge and claps back.

"Says the one who belittles others for checking on their mothers often." You already knew that Seokmin had a wonderful relationship with his mother, but ever since he said he called her almost seven times a day, you critized him for acting like a little child.

"I don't!" You combated his accusation, and Seokmin laughed dryly, striping himself of his button-down as he frowned.

"Let's get one thing clear here⎯just because I keep a stable relationship between me and my mom, doesn't mean you can lead everyone around you to hate their mom. It's not my fault you don't call your parents, it's yours. You don't make time for them, and you keep them guessing: that's fine if it's for you, but not for me. So, unless you have something sweet to say to me that isn't along the lines of "you're stupid", "you're rash", or that i'm "fucking delusional", shut your mouth."

You fell silent after that, eyes watering with unshed tears as he threw his clothes to the corner, now doning a plain t-shirt and oversized sweatpants. The air was heavy from Seokmin's angry rant, and you could feel the choking feeling from your side of the bed.

He fell silent, sighing to himself as he turned to look at you. Seokmin's eyes were that pretty deep brown, and they sparkled with tears once he locked eyes with you. He could tell how he had made you feel, especially with the tears quietly running down your face.

Seokmin softened, heart shattering a little as he made his way over to your side of the bed, and touched your wet cheek as he kneeled down in front of you.

"I'm sorry, Min." Seokmin called you by your new name: as the two of you were now Mr. & Mrs. Lee, you had to adopt a part of Seokmin's name to make it sound natural.

"I shouldn't have said any of those things I did. They were wrong, and I know that, especially now that I see the look on your face."

Seokmin's voice was soft and mild now, and you sniffled, falling into his arms as he kissed you all over your face, nose, and neck. His lips brushed your ear as a pressed a kiss to it.

"Can you forgive me?" His question was simple, and it broke your heart as you saw how he looked at you.

Seokmin looked at you like he needed you. Like it wasn't just Mr. Lee or Mrs. Lee. Like it was Mr. & Mrs. Lee⎯the two of you.

Nodding, you smiled as you tasted tears on your tongue. Seokmin leaned down to you, pressing his sharp nose to yours before taking your lips in a kiss that nearly knocked the breath out of you.

"I thought we made a rule that stated 'no kissing after life-threatening missions'," You chuckled, and Seokmin giggled after you, tracing your kiss-swollen lips with his slender finger.

"Why did we even make that rule?" Seokmin wondered aloud, trailing your hand down his bare, toned chest as he sighed dreamily, shuddering underneath your cold fingertips.

"I don't know." He muttered, leaning in to kiss you again as you pulled away after a few minutes of kissing him softly.

"Let's just break it⎯we already broke the rule about falling in love." You smiled at your 'husband', and Seokmin smiled back, hands around your waist as he kissed you slowly again.

You think you could get used to this life. You also think you could take the air-quotes from around husband.

a/n: MR. & MRS. SMITH IS THE BEST SHOW EVER you should watch it. anyways, i had a bigger dream for this, but 1) it's 12 am and 2) i haven't written in 2-3 days...i'm really tired so this is all i could do smh i'm sorry <3 until next time lyrnation

writing for: @kstrucknet (the amazing network of kpop writers that inspired me to even start posting on tumblr)

[sxibunny]

Can I sit here? <3

[sleepymccoy]

Here's another cooking with sleepy xx

This time, avocado and bacon pasta. It's avocado season here!

Step one is, as always, an onion

I add in butter. This meal has enough sweet in it from the bacon and avo, so I didn't want to add any sweet spices to the onion. I did put some white wine in tho. If I were doing this proper I'd caramelise the onion but I'm hungry so I rushed it and they're really just cooked onions lol

While the onions are carrying on I get some water boiling for pasta. I also put garlic in with the onions cos I remembered to!

Step two is to just chop stuff really. Bacon, quite a bit cos this is comfort food. Something green! I have an old broccolini that's about to go bad so that's gone in. Let it all cook it up together

Step three! When I pull out the avo I put the pasta on. This pasta is a ten min boil, so do it earlier if it takes longer. I don't have a photo of this next bit cos I forgot, but I put a few handfuls of spinach in too which is why it gets so much greener in the second pic

Step four, grate some cheese on the side. When things are just about done bung some pesto into the sauce. Stir. Turn the heat off. Chuck the avocados in. Stir. Put the lid on. Deal with the pasta.

The idea is you're not cooking the avocado, you're putting the lid on to get it warm tho. You want it all about the same temp.

Chuck the pasta in, stir, and serve with some cheese! I stir the cheese in on the pan cos I like everything evenly mixed. Serve with the same wine that went into the onions early on ❤️

Notes, I wish I'd cooked the bacon separately first to get it crispy but I was hungry so I rushed this. Next time I'll add thirty or so min at the start and do a low temp cook to get the bacon crispy and the onions caramelised. That's low effort, that's chop and leave with periodic checks during ad breaks. It's just time! 😊

I made enough here for three meals I think

[reginaldubel]

1 YEAR SINCE @mspaint-flower HAPPENED!!!!

[ghostorbz]

I was supposed to play games after school but I did this instead. I am oh so very tired

@butter1knife

[shima-draws]

Sanji calling Robin and Nami pet names like darling and dearest and love and Luffy’s like :((( why doesn’t Sanji call ME any of those things. SANJI CALL ME DARLING TOO!! And Sanji’s like o-oh 😳

[salt-n-salt]

So... I saw you were drawing other people's farmers 😳👉👈 can you draw my farmer Atlas ? (Love your art btw 🛐🛐🛐)

YIPPEEEE ATLAS 🙂‍↕️ im gonna be so real w u boo I was PRAYINGGGGGG u would ask me for atlas when I made that post 🧑‍🍳 the devious ploy worked im so glad I got to draw ur steamy farmer bro 🤝🤝