#grandpa kitchen

[siamesephoenixrandomideatank]

I wish Mr.Beast and Grandpa Kitchen will do cooperative clip soon. The world needs some soothing news of the heroes.

[ketchuplaser]

12 - Spicey

Branson and Ketan stuffed the shredded chicken and spices into the pots before placing them onto the frame over the fire.

They had been trading with Turk for weeks now to get the peppers and veggies they needed to make the dish right.

Inspired by Grandpa Kitchen on YT

[yuwuta]

childhood friends to lovers with yuuji is like he’s five and he catches frogs in the lake near his house on weekends fishing w his grandpa and brings them to you like a courting gift (and gets sad when his grandpa tells him he’s got to let them go again, but yuuji promises to catch even more for you next weekend). he’s six and learns he likes to cook and starts making snacks for you and always sits next to you at lunch to give them to you. he’s seven and very definitive that you’re his best friend in the whole world and he doesn’t leave your side during class or lunch or recess or ever. he’s eight and you’re much better at reading than him, but he’s not jealous or upset because that means sometimes you read the harder books to/with him and he learns he loves hearing your voice when you read out loud. he’s nine when he learns he’s got an older brother and even tho he takes to choso quickly, he doesn’t really trust him until you meet choso and declare that you think he’s cool. he’s ten and that summer you go away to sleep away camp for the first time and yuuji cries the first night you’re gone, but choso helps him write and mail letters to you while you’re away, and every weekend yuuji is up 8am to greet the mailman and receive his letter back from you.

he’s eleven when you both start middle school and it’s the first time you both aren’t in the same homeroom, but that doesn’t stop yuuji—he’s sitting by your desk before you even get to school, he’s outside of your classroom before lunch, walks to your classroom after lunch, the first face you see. he’s twelve the first time he realizes that you’re pretty—you’ve always been pretty, but this is different; you’re pretty like sunlight, pretty like his favorite meal, pretty like feeling of coming home. you’re thirteen the first time you get a love letter on valentine’s day, but it’s not from yuuji—it’s another boy in your homeroom that yuuji doesn’t like very much and he never knew why until that day.

once he learns he likes to cook, he starts making snacks for you and gives them to you at lunch and it escalates into packing you bentos almost every day when you two start high school. he’s sixteen when prom rolls around and he’s rocking on his heels asking you to go with him—“as friends, you know haha. if you want, since you’re not going with anybody else and—well megumi and nobara are doing the same thing so i thought? maybe it would work for us, too?”—and when you say yes he tries to play it cool but he jumps and clicks his heels on his way to run and tell megumi about it (and then choso takes approximately 400 pictures of you and yuuji before you two head off to the dance).

it’s not until he’s twenty and a junior in college, and you’ve caught your first sort of serious boyfriend cheating that yuuji finally says something. he always says he wishes it was more romantic, but even now at twenty-six as you watch yuuji laugh with everyone at your rehearsal dinner, and look the collage of pictures choso has proudly displayed, you can’t help but think that it was the perfect confession—that everything about yuuji has always been perfect and that you’re beyond lucky to have him. and when yuuji catches your eye across the table, he smiles all dopey again like he’s five and just caught that frog for you for the first time and you’ve become the center of his world all over again.

[laurrelise]

one of my favorite parts about that scene in season 3 episode 7 of the umbrella academy is right after the umbrellas and sparrows “contained” the keugelblitz and celebrate by opening several bottles of alcohol and partying, because in every single shot ben is in, he’s either trying to get himself or five as wasted as possible

[yeyinde]

Meep, I'm glad people liked my virgin idea. May I say you are amazing ❤️ I absolutely adore your writing! I eagerly await the next one ♡♡

I'm on the edge of my seat to see if you continue it, I wanna see their girl get ruined for anyone except them. :)

it was an amazing idea!! there's something so enticing about them luring you in under guise of a friendly meet up with booze and poker, only to slyly lower your inhibitions until you're locking yourself into a four man gangbang. for life, of course. these men are playing for keeps.

their teamwork ensures there's no bickering or jealousy, either. you just suddenly find yourself being passed around for "sleepovers." your lease is cut. the key returned. don't worry about your stuff; they got it. it all just starts appearing at their places, split up. you needn't do anything at all. absolutely nothing.

and then, as this thing grows, deepens, Price comes to you and tells you to pick. lays several houses across his desk, each boasting a spacious home for a big family. they got tired of the commute, you see. it's just easier this way, but don't worry: whenever one of them wants "alone time" with you, they'll take you to their flat. easy. effortless. just sign your name on the dotted line, love. they'll take care of the rest.

this got away from me sorry lmao

[dadsinsuits]

Michael Kitchen

[nostalgic-muffins]

solomon: ok mc heres your mac and cheese

mc: what the fuck is this

solomon: what?

mc: its all mac and no cheese

solomon: ill have you know i put a fuck ton of cheese in the mac-

mc: IN???

[bubzterr]

kitchen adventures idk I jsut work here

[thinkblotted]

Dammit, I need to find a good reference for what the wall behind the stereo setup in the lost boys looks like, and 'death by stereo' scene aint helping. Mayne an earlier scene...

[ectonurites]

restaurants listen when i say no pickle challenge failed once again…

[esrah-rah-rasputin]

What I expected from my grandparents when I showed up using a cane: ableism, infantilization, denying my disabled-ness, etc

What I got: my grandpa telling me about how his grandpa had a cane that you could load with a bullet and shoot, and then having me practice a little with where to hit someone in case of self defense (his preference was right under the sternum)

[sarcasticbambi]

HMBingo "Baking Disaster"

Opening the door to her apartment, Marinette is immediately engulfed by the smell of something burning. 

Her first reaction was to panic and worry that someone managed to somehow get through the Waynes’ security system - even if the chances were almost 0, there was still the possibility of it happening.

She knew Damian would be out of the house the entire day, being too busy with WE meetings since Bruce was officially stepping down and leaving the company in his and Tim’s hands.

So it was natural that she’d be worried about the house smelling like something was burning.

Did she leave the oven on? Did she forget something IN the oven before leaving the house?

But she hadn’t even had the chance to cook or eat anything in the morning, and Damian doesn’t step foot in the kitchen without her, so there’s really no way either of them left anything cooking and forgot about it. 

Looking down, she found Damian’s slacks at the door and while that did help calm some nerves, it was still not enough, so she called out to him. 

“Dami? I’m home!” clattering noises were heard in response, an almost silent “shit” followed and soon after, footsteps were coming her way.

“Uh Mari?” his head peeked around the corner of the foyer. The rest of his body was hidden behind the wall and that was making marinette suspicious, even more so when her collectible “Le Coq Gaulois” baking timer went off.

She never thought she’d ever hear Damian’s baritone voice go up a pinch, but she was suddenly left speechless when it went up a couple notches when he said “Why are you home so early?”

Narrowing her eyes “I’m not early, I finished all my fittings in time. What are you doing Damian, and was that my limited edition french timer that you are NOT allowed to touch?”

“Uhhh no?”

“You don't sound so sure of yourself and that doesn't reassure me in the slightest. What are you doing and what is this burning smell”

“Nothing-” 

And as if destiny was having fun with his misery, the fire alarm went off.

Pushing him off the way he was trying to cover from her, Marinette navigated the familiar walls to her kitchen, where she saw a mess of all her baking supplies and some grocery bags in one corner. There was flour all over the kitchen surfaces, the sink was full of dishes and bowls and from the looks of it, so was the dishwasher, batter was dripping from the island and,  was that egg on her kitchen cabinets???

Above all this, was a cloud of smoke, clearly coming from her very expensive and custom made oven that was currently looking like a baking war broke out on it and it lost. There were trays with charred remains of something she could not for the life of her figure out what it was on top of it and Marinette could only think What the heck has he been doing to my kitchen????

She promptly made her way around the island and opened the oven, only to have a gust of smoke coming out of it. Ordering Damian to open the windows and close all room doors, she started to clear out the air, in an attempt to shut off the fire alarm. It obviously didn’t work since maintenance was still called up to the penthouse to check if everything was alright and they even helped them with clearing the air.

After the air became more breathable , she sat Damian down. He refused to look her in the eyes, but he seemed very interested in the strawberries container that somehow survived the chaos he brought upon her kitchen.

"Care to explain why my kitchen looks like a warzone, and what were you even doing in here? You never step foot in the kitchen without me. The only thing you know how to make without my supervision is the tea and coffee for our breakfast."

She was all but glaring at him, and in response, she got a very uncharacteristic reaction.

He was pouting. Damian "I'm-colder-than-the-North-Pole-and-my-heart-is-darker-and-more-bitter-than-the-coffee-Tim-and-Mari-consume-everyday-multiple-times-a-day" Wayne was actually pouting. She was so stupefied over this reaction she didn't even notice he was talking to her. well, not talking, it was more like mumbling than anything else.

"You gotta speak a bit louder than that if you want me to actually understand the reason you burned down my kitchen."

"Alfred's birthday is in 2 days and, since he's the one always baking our birthday cakes, I thought I'd bake him one for a change."

"That's so sweet honey! But why didn't you ask me for help, it's not like I was born and raised in a bakery or anything. And I love Alfie like a grandpa, I'd be more than happy to help you with it!"

Damian kept mumbling answers under his breath, which wasn't helping with Marinette's frustration regarding the whole situation.

"Damian!"

"I didn't want to bother you ok? happy now?"

"What do you mean you didn't want to bother me, you know I'm always willing to help!"

"Exactly!"

"wha-"

"It's exactly because you're always willing to help that I didn't want to ask for help. You've been so busy with commissions these past weeks that you always sleep in the studio and I'm the one taking you to the bedroom so you don't wake up sore in the morning. And on the few occasions you're not stuck in the studio, you're busy with back to back fittings and last minute arrangements because the gala is only a month away. I couldn't just pop in on your busy schedule just to have you help me bake a stupid cake, they're not even that difficult to make."

"If they're not that difficult to make, then why is the kitchen in the state it is and we had to have maintenance come up to help shut off the fire alarm?"

"..."

"I didn't mean to ruin your kitchen, I know how much you treasure it and your utensils"

"Oh Damian honey. I'm not upset about it, I was more concerned about your safety! matter of fact, I'm more upset that you didn't ask for my help than I could ever be because of you making a mess of my kitchen."

"I've told you-"

"I know. Let's put it this way, if I wanted to create a portrait for my parents for their wedding anniversary and needed help because it's not an art form I'm used to, compared to you, who always draws portraits of everyone and everything you feel like."

"I would help you, of course!"

"Alright, but! What if it was during Seasonal Meeting weeks. You know, the ones that have you so busy, you tend to sleep in the office and just come home to get a new change of clothes or if me and/or Alfred drag you out of there."

"No meeting is more important than you, of course I'd drop it to come to your aid."

"And why would I not do the same for you? You are just as important to me as you say I am for you. I would have said yes and rescheduled any meetings to be with you for such an important celebration, to help you with anything you need. That's because we're partners, and we support each other no matter what, no matter when. And that Damian, is because I love you."

After a bit of silence - that Marinette assumes to be reflective on Damian's part - he pulls her in between his open legs and hugs her midsection, his forehead leaning against her collarbone and his arms tightening the embrace.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think of it from that perspective. I completely understand what you mean, and because of that, I'd like to ask..." he took a steadying breath "I'd like to ask for your help in baking something for Alfred's birthday."

Exhaling softly, Marinette placed one of her hands on his shoulder, and the other on his midnight strands. Placing a soft kiss to the crown of his head, she smiled. 

"Of course you dummy, I was just waiting for you to ask."

He looked up at her and smiled, "Thank you, love."

"We do have to clean up this mess first if we want to be able to bake anything at all." she giggled.

He stayed in the same position,but turned his face around to look at his mess.

"Indeed. Again, I'm very sorry."

"I've told you, it's fine. Let's go. We'll also need to get new groceries since I'm sure you destroyed them all in your attempts to make - hold on, what exactly were you trying to bake again?

"... I prefer not to disclose that information."

"Come on Dami, I need to know so I'll know what we need and what to prepare for it."

"...cake.."

"what?"

"I was trying to make a yellow cake."

"..."

"pft hahahahaha- yello- yellow cake hahahaha! You destroyed my kitchen trying to bake the most basic of basic cakes hahahaha"

Marinette was still trying to catch her breath by the time she managed to finish her sentence. 

“Ha. Ha. Laugh all you want, but remember, not everyone was raised in a bakery.”

“Damian, honey. No one would make as big of a mess baking for the first time as you have.”

“Just leave it. It’s alright, we can bake him that and more! Maybe some of those scones he loves so much!”

“Hm. Whatever you want to make, I’ll be your assistant.”

“Oh no, I’m not baking it. You are. I’ll just be here to help and guide you through the steps.”

“I guess it’s time I beat my brothers in another field and finally be unbanned from Alfred’s Kitchen.”

“Suuuuure.”

“Mari?”

“Hm.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome? What for though?”

“I love you.”

“Hehe, I’ll leave it be for now. I love you too Dami!”

[ivy-creates]

guess who got covid??

[clearcloudlesssky]

ning drawing + doodles from today ft. inconsistency

jingliuuu i drew you will you pwease come home uwu _φ(･_･

[alcorofursa]

istg, working customer service gives you some r/thathappened ass stories because wtf.

I was beckoned over to the counter by this old guy and he straight up asked me "so why do you do all that (dyed hair and snake bites), do you get any boys lookin like that?".

First off, what? Second, which is what I told him, "this isn't for boys, it's for me.".

he then proceeds to say "well, did you loose your identity or something? Do you not know who you are anymore?". At this point, that's just rude, you can't even excuse that shit and explain it away with curiosity. I'm not as whitty as some but I do tell him the truth, "I know exactly who I am, and I'm cool as hell."

He then proceeds to leave. Thank god. The cherry on top of it all, later on I catch wind of two boys who had/have a crush on me. Get fucked old guy.

[lonelysatoru]

one piece au where instead of being pirates they all met at a boarding school for misfits and create a safe space for each other within the school walls please