#i can handle habanero

[viiridiangreen]

The most offensive targeted ad I've gotten to date is the fucken "remote voting for murican expats" one that keeps popping up lately 😭😹 Like that's YALLS mess & I want no part of it.

[gornackeaterofworlds]

16 & 26 teehee

-Ajax

thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

Love it. Phenomenal

how’s your spice tolerance?

Pretty good. It was really good, I used to eat peppers every day, but that was like 10 months ago. I stopped cuz we were moving and I didn't pick them back up until maybe a month or two ago

[rebelrebelray]

I will attach the following FB links below: one for the invite to my FB Livestream tonight for chilli number 2, the Habanero, and the link to watch the previous nights one, the Cayenne chilli. Enjoy! 😈🌶️🔥💀

[julietsf1]

Ramentic Gestures - Franco Colapinto x Reader

summary: Franco thinks switching bowls is the chivalrous thing to do—until he takes a bite and realizes he’s made a terrible mistake (2k words)

content: fluff, established relationship, tough guy soft moment

AN: Inspired by my uber eats order a couple of minutes ago! really do love spicy food I always carry my habanero pepper w me in my purse, just can't risk it yk

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Kyoto at night had a certain glow to it. The kind that reflected off rain-slicked streets, neon signs flickering against glass windows, and the steady hum of life moving through the city. It was the kind of place that made everything feel a little more exciting, like anything could happen.

Franco and I had ducked into a small ramen shop tucked between two buildings, its red lanterns swaying gently outside. The place was warm, slightly crowded, the air thick with the scent of slow-simmered broth, fresh scallions and a hint of chili oil. It smelled incredible.

The restaurant was packed, mostly with locals slurping noodles and chatting over steaming bowls. The kind of place that didn’t rely on fancy decor or gimmicks—just good food.

Franco leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “See? I told you I’d find the best spot.”

I scoffed. “I found it. You just agreed.”

He winked, tilting his head slightly. “Agreeing is part of the process.”

Before I could argue, our bowls arrived, and the conversation immediately paused. The food looked incredible—deep, rich broth shimmering with chili oil, tender slices of duck resting on top, and a generous heap of scallions and sesame seeds. The noodles were thick and slightly curled, the kind that soaked up the broth perfectly.

I picked up my chopsticks, eager to dig in. “This looks amazing.”

Franco hummed in agreement, already reaching for his spoon. “Authentic Japanese ramen. Can’t get better than this.”

I took my first bite, letting the warm, flavorful broth coat my tongue. The spice hit immediately—not too bad, but definitely strong. A pleasant warmth bloomed in my mouth, tingling at the edges of my lips. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was the kind of heat that lingered. Heat that gets more intense with each bite you take.

Franco, however, didn’t seem to notice my reaction. He was too busy tasting his own food, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

“Spicy?” he asked casually, watching me from across the table.

I shook my head, swallowing. “A little, but it’s good.”

Satisfied, he twirled his chopsticks around the noodles and took a bite of his own, nodding approvingly. “Yeah, the broth is insane. Proper depth of flavor.”

I reached for my water, taking a small sip just to ease the heat. When I looked up again, Franco was watching me, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“You sure you’re good?” he teased.

I raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You always do this thing when something’s spicy—you try to act normal, but you reach for water every few seconds.”

“I do not,” I argued.

“You do,” he insisted, leaning forward slightly. “You did it in Monaco with the hotpot, and in Austin with the—”

“Oh my god, enough,” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “It’s really not that bad.”

He smirked like he didn’t believe me, then glanced at my bowl. “Do you want to switch?”

I hesitated. “You don’t have to.”

Franco scoffed, already reaching for my bowl. “Please cariño, I can handle it.”

I bit my lip, watching as he confidently pulled my bowl towards him, his expression still entirely too smug. “Alright,” I muttered, trading him for his much milder-looking ramen.

He barely hesitated before taking a bite.

And then—

His jaw tightened.

His grip on his chopsticks stiffened ever so slightly.

His chewing slowed.

For a second, I thought he might actually handle it. But then, the first real sign of distress—his ears turned red.

I bit back a smile, watching him carefully. “Good? Not too spicy?”

Franco exhaled through his nose, setting his chopsticks down with a careful precision. “Yeah.”

I squinted. “You sure? We can switch back.”

He licked his lips, blinking a little too much. “Mhm.”

I tilted my head. “You’re blinking a lot, honey.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You totally are.”

He sniffed. Subtly. As if testing the damage.

I gasped. “Your nose is running.”

He immediately swiped the back of his hand across his face, shaking his head. “It’s just warm in here.”

I could barely contain my laughter. “Franco, you are sweating.”

“I am not sweating.”

“There is literal moisture on your forehead.”

He exhaled sharply, reaching for his drink in a way that was almost casual, except for the fact that he drank half of it in one go.

I leaned my elbows on the table, smirking. “Are you gonna admit it’s spicy now?”

Franco cleared his throat, still determined to keep his composure. “It’s… a little spicy.”

I burst out laughing. “A little?”

He shook his head, sighing dramatically. “Dale, me rindo.” He glanced at my bowl, then back at me. “How are you just sitting there, totally fine?”

I shrugged, taking another bite of his much milder ramen. “I told you—it’s not that bad.”

Franco leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “No. This is actually lava.”

I grinned. “Too bad. You tried to show off and the spice humbled you.”

“I didn’t try to show off.”

“You absolutely did.”

He exhaled dramatically, reaching for a napkin and dabbing at his forehead. “I was saving you.”

“You should've saved yourself.”

Franco groaned, running a hand through his hair. “At least tell me I looked cool before it hit me.”

I tilted my head, pretending to consider. “Mmm. I don’t know. You went from confident to crisis pretty fast.”

He groaned again, dropping his head onto the table for a second before sitting back up. “Okay. Fine. What do I get in return for my suffering?”

I raised an eyebrow. “For your self-inflicted suffering?”

“Yes.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “What do you want?”

Franco smirked. “A kiss.”

I rolled my eyes, but he was already leaning forward, resting his chin on his hand like he was waiting.

I sighed dramatically before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “There. Happy?”

He grinned. “I don’t know. I think I need another one to really recover.”

I shoved his shoulder playfully, laughing as he reached for his drink again. Franco Colapinto, world class athlete—completely defeated by a bowl of spicy ramen.

[nakamopapina]

Here are some Nyotalia doodles with Sask and Newfoundland (plus a bonus Nova Scotia, and a very little Nunavut)

The spicy snacks is a reference to @funofcanada ‘s headcanon that Nova Scotia is pretty much unaffected by spiciness. (Sask can handle spiciness, but can’t handle anything spicier than Habanero peppers)

The top right pic is more or less because @acetechne ‘s condensed milk comic still lives rent free in my brain, and I still revisit it once in a while (sorry, not sorry)

My personal favourites are the one where Newfoundland is cutting a fish, while wearing an apron that says ‘both fish and women want me’, and Nunavut looking grumpy because his big brother has the audacity to leave him with his stupid girlfriend for like 5 minutes, so he’s purposely acting like a gremlin.

[shirefantasies]

Ok, so like the elves’ spice tolerances from 0 to 10 (doubt they have good spice tolerance because they’re white af but still) (do they even have spices in Middle Earth)

I'm DEAD this is so random but so funny I love this uhhhh let's see

Legolas- Probably higher than average because he's pretty strong & has a very high tolerance for alcohol & other things. Claims that yes, he can feel a bit of a tingle, but it is exhilarating is it not? Extra hearty so solid 7-8 here.

Elrond- Can eat spicy stuff but doesn’t like it. Avoids it if he can and complains a bit/raises his eyebrows at it. Asks Lindir to let the chefs know this exotic stuff wasn't really it. 5.

Arwen- Sees it as a challenge especially if someone assumes she can’t. Goes beyond her tolerance level sometimes but doesn't show it until the other party turns their back, then she lets the tears flow. 7.

Haldir- Acts like he can handle it, waves his hands and carries on when he tries. Not quite full 'ketchup is spicy' but definitely the type to get incensed over an excess of heat AKA anything beyond mild. 3-4.

Lindir- Terrified when it is presented to him, all but shaking as he raises it to his mouth...only to find that it's not that bad, here try some everyone! Cue everyone else dying, this man with his snobby taste somehow just downed a ton of habanero sauce like a king and made some comment about finally enjoying foreign food. Surprise 9.

Galadriel- An absolute badass are you kidding. 10/10 no questions she makes the others look like babies. Would win hot ones or whatever I've never seen the show. Pain is nothing to this queen, she just smiles that gorgeous smile and laughs at the others' reactions as if she was given a bonbon.

Thranduil- Threatens anyone who questions his 'allergy' to spice as weakness, literally getting in their face and whispering a threat that shakes them to their core. If cornered would claim geographic tongue. Solid 3, vinegar is practically too much for the guy, all he can handle is the faint 'burn' of alcohol.

lmao we love our white bois & girls 💀😂

[andmaybegayer]

Ooooo can you share the vegetable soup recipe for the weak travellers out there

To roast:

one small squash, in this case butternut

three small potatoes

two red peppers

four carrots

Other ingredients:

two onions

three cloves of garlic

chili flakes and/or whole chili peppers, to taste

spice powders: cumin, turmeric, fennel, a teaspoon each

Italian, Spanish, or French style mixed dried herbs, to taste

~1 cup cooking cream

1-3 teaspoons of sugar

salt and pepper

Cut these into chunks suitable for roasting, toss in a tray with oil, roast in an oven for 45 minutes at 180°C. Take these out, allow to cool to handling temperature.

While that's cooling, slice two onions and start frying that in some oil in a deep-sided pot for a few minutes

Once the roasted vegetables are cool, remove any inedible parts like squash skin, chop any particularly large pieces down to size, and toss in with the onions, stir and fry for a moment. Roughly crush the garlic and toss that in as well, you can just whack it with a knife, this all gets blended later.

Cover everything with water, bring to a simmer for 45 minutes

Add spice powders and chili (I used one small habanero) and turn off the heat. Blend smooth with an immersion blender.

Add herbs (here Herbs de Provence), sugar, and cream, blend to mix, bring up to a low simmer for a minute or two to thicken the cream.

Turn off heat, add salt and a truly stupendous quantity of ground black pepper. Get some bread for your soup. Lord this fact over passing knights.

[kutner-elegist]

this will be kutner related bc i love my idiot indian man. make him make thirteen eat spicy food. she dies. kutner doesn't even have a particularly high spice tolerance thirteen is simply white

apologies for not following your request exactly but lest we forget Kutner was raised by white parents eating white people food and to me Kutner is likely Gujarati and/or Punjabi gleaning from his late parents' names and also the fact that Kal Penn is Gujarati and those regions have less spicy foods compared to southern India and also Thirteen seems like she can take some spice (for a white person) so this is gonna be a bet (Hot Ones style if you've ever seen them) that comes close but Kutner wins only because he is more committed to the bit and masochistic than Thirteen (the end part got sad just so you know)

Kutner and Thirteen sat across from each other, both their countenances intense. They each had ten pieces of buffalo wings neatly lined up before them, with cold bottles of beer on the side for palate cleansing. In the center were ten different bottles of hot sauce. Quiet severity emanated from their staring match.

House towered over them at the head of the table. Foreman, Taub, Wilson and Cuddy were on the opposite side.

Foreman broke the silence. “What exactly are they doing again?”

Taub tilted his head, his eyebrows still raised. “They’re playing chicken with … chicken wings, I guess.”

“Hot wings,” Kutner emphasized.

“Kutner is Kutner, but why are you doing this?” Foreman said to Thirteen.

“He thinks I can’t handle spice because I’m white.”

“Why do you care—”

“Ask questions later,” House cut him off. “The game is on. Ante omnia, we must ensure that they haven’t used any performance enhancing drugs. Their blood was screened for painkillers, and Wilson watched them until the results came back all negative. If they used local anesthetics that might be undetectable such as Cetacaine, its effects should have worn off by now, but we still need to make sure.”

“You let them do blood tests for this?” Foreman asked Cuddy.

“They paid for it.” Cuddy shrugged.

“Shush.” House scolded Foreman. He then commanded, “Kutner, say ‘Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.’”

“Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie,” Kutner obliged effortlessly.

“Now Thirteen.”

“Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie,” Thirteen glided through the tongue twister as well.

House held up one of the hot sauce bottles, the label facing the spectators. “We shall begin with Cholula Original, around 1000 in the Scoville scale. On your mark, get set, eat!”

They bit into their chicken wings. In the blink of an eye, they were both holding defleshed bones.

“This isn’t even spicy.” Kutner put down the bone.

“It’s regular stuff,” Thirteen agreed.

They raised their beers, clinked their bottles together and took a small sip.

“Next up, Valentina Black Label, 2100 SHU. On your mark, get set, eat.”

They quickly ate them up again, and licked the sauce off their fingers.

“This is nothing,” said Kutner.

“Nothing,” Thirteen repeated.

Again, they had a sip of beer just to cleanse the palate.

“Third, Tapatío, 3000 SHU. On your mark, get set, eat.”

“It’s alright,” said Kutner.

“Uh-huh,” said Thirteen.

Thirteen drank a little more beer than Kutner.

“Tapatío is hot,” said Taub. 

“To you.” Kutner looked at Taub with his smug grin.

“Quaker Steak Buckeye BBQ, 5000. On your mark, get set, eat.”

Kutner devoured it quickly. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Thirteen took a little longer, but finished it soon enough. She held her sip of beer a little bit before swallowing it.

“Tabasco Habanero, 7000. On your mark, get set, eat.”

“Ooh, it’s starting to hit,” said Kutner.

Thirteen’s pale skin was flushed, but she remained composed. They both had a gulp of beer.

“We are only halfway there. The sixth is Crazy Jerry’s Brain Damage, 11,000. On your mark, get set, eat.”

“Why are you eating something called Brain Damage?” Foreman stepped forward. “It will certainly hurt your GI system.”

“Only a little, and temporarily at that. These are all FDA approved for retail,” said House.

Neither Kutner nor Thirteen responded to Foreman. They managed to finish the wings, but not as easily. Kutner silently drank his beer. Thirteen fanned her face with her other hand while she drank hers.

“You can stop anytime you want, you know,” said Kutner.

“You wish,” Thirteen retorted, but she was a little out of breath.

“Dragon Repellant Knightmare, 15,000. On your mark, get set, eat.”

Thirteen hesitated before biting in. Kutner gobbled it up, as if he wanted to get it over with as fast as possible. They emptied their beers, and House replaced the empty bottles with new ones. Thirteen fanned her face with both of her hands. The redness spread to her neck. Kutner was getting flushed as well, just not as noticeable on his deeper complexion.

“They’re FDA approved for a little dip, not whole chicken wings covered in them.” Foreman approached Thirteen. “Remy.”

Thirteen dismissed Forman with the wave of her hand. “I can take it, okay?”

Foreman turned to the rest of the spectators. “This is stupid!”

“Which is why it’s funny,” said Taub.

Wilson nodded in agreement.

“Why are you allowing your employees to endanger their health?” Foreman asked Cuddy.

“They’ll do it even if I tell them not to, and I’d rather be present in case damage control is needed.”

“Foreman is trying to dissuade Thirteen, which is only going to motivate her more. He’s interfering with the competition by giving unfair advantage to one side,” said Kutner.

“Yes. Foreman, shut up. Taub, say something discouraging to Kutner to make it even,” said House.

“I don’t think the guy who willingly electrocuted himself can be discouraged from anything,” said Taub.

“True, and that statement would have the desired effect, so good enough. Blair’s Jalapeño Death, 20,000. On your mark, get set, eat.”

“Whoa.” Kutner recoiled after eating it, breathing rapidly. He chugged the cold beer. He took off his hoodie.

Thirteen coughed. She tried to drink beer to cool down, but ended up choking on it a little. Foreman leapt toward her. House barred him with his cane. “No entering the ring if you’re not playing.”

“You know what,” said Thirteen, coughing and breathing heavily. “You win, Kutner. I give up.”

“Technically, he has to complete the next round to win. Otherwise, it’s a tie.” House looked at Kutner.

Kutner’s face was distorted with agony, but he muttered, “Bring it on.”

“Very well. Blair’s Original Death, 30,000. Whenever you’re ready.”

Kutner took some time to regain his composure, and ate the ninth chicken wing. He immediately washed it down with the rest of his beer.

“We have a winner!” House exclaimed.

Wilson and Taub clapped and cheered. Cuddy rolled her eyes. Thirteen finally calmed down from her coughing fit and she kept drinking the beer. Kutne, however, remained seated. His eyes were fixed on the last remaining wing on the plate.

“Come on, you won. It’s over.” Taub tapped Kutner on the shoulder.

Kutner reached for the last hot wing. Everyone felt their own bodies growing tense as he painfully finished it off. House handed him another beer, and he chugged it down. He panted, and his skin glistened with sweat.

“You’re insane!” Thirteen yelled.

“That one was called Pain 100%, 40,000. This proves my hypothesis that you are a masochist.”

“I’m not a masochist!” Kutner protested between gasps.

House leaned over toward Kutner. “You already won. You didn’t have to touch that last one. You love to gloat, but right now you’re in too much pain to do that. You want pain more than you want victory.” House stepped away from the table and walked over to Wilson.

“This wasn’t as entertaining as I thought it would be,” Wilson said to House.

“We didn’t do it for your entertainment,” said Kutner. He was still recovering from Pain 100%.

“What did you do it for?” Taub asked.

“It’s not a dare if there’s a purpose,” Kutner replied.

“So you did it for nothing.”

“Pretty much.”

Taub sighed. “Have fun digesting all that. I’ll see you tomorrow, unless you need a sick day.” He walked out.

“At least this is over,” Cuddy grumbled before she left.

House and Wilson left as well. Kutner and Thirteen cleaned up the table. Foreman stayed behind to help.

“It’s still pretty impressive that you lasted as far as you did.” Kutner’s gloating smirk was back.

Thirteen laughed. “My insides are already burning.”

“I’ll finish cleaning up. You go get some rest. Drink water,” said Foreman. His eyes followed Thirteen through the window until she was out of sight. Then, he hissed, “Why did you put her up to this?”

“House and I ironed out the details, but having a match was her idea.” Kutner shrugged, his eyes wide open.

“You provoked her first.”

“I didn’t mean to provoke her, okay? It was an off-handed joke.”

“You should have said no when she wanted to do a match! You know she has—”

Foreman stopped mid-sentence because Kutner stepped closer, almost getting in his face. “She has a fatal neuromuscular degenerative disease. You think you know where it goes because you’re a neurologist, but you don’t. Neurologists just refer them to rehabilitation and follow up every now and then. You don’t even do that, because you work for House now. You confirm a diagnosis and your work is done. I did my residency in rehabilitation medicine. I’ve seen where it goes, many times over. Lifestyle changes are helpful, but it doesn’t change the destination or the course. It hardly even delays the inevitable. If she wants spicy chicken wings, she’ll have the goddamn spicy chicken wings. I’ll do whatever she asks to make her day exciting. I care about her. Maybe not in the way that you do, but I do. I won’t apologize for her decisions to you.” Kutner stormed out of the room.

Foreman continued to wipe the already-clean surface of the table.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Simple one

Each mercs spice tolerance?

The TF2 Mercs Spice Tolerance!

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Oooo good ask anon! Some short and sweet (spicy?) headcanons.

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Demo- I feel like people would say he has an amazing spice tolerance, but he doesn't. He's not horrible. He'll eat jalapeños and serranos, but they'll still make his eyes water and mouth burn.

Engie- Our spice king. Only man who can handle eating anything past a habanero and not sweat. He puts hot sause on everything, but it's not normal hot sause, no, it's like ghost pepper hot sause. Soldier probably borrowed it once, and it nearly killed him.

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Heavy- This one is tough. He's better than Spy and Scout but also worse than Demo. Pretty much, he likes the taste of some mild hot sauses and enjoys them but also can't eat a jalapeño to save life.

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Medic- Either great or horrible, no inbetween. I lean towards the idea that he has a horrible spice tolerance, but still eats the most absurd peppers and grows newer hotter ones to see how his body will react, or just to share them with Engie.

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Scout- Yeah, sorry, man. I've got to do it to him. He has no spice tolerance either. He got it from Spy. But to be fair, he is a lot better than Spy in the sense he can eat a jalapeño without dying... but he'll definitely be crying a little bit. He did the once chip challenge, and that shit actually killed him.

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Sniper- He's definitely the middle of the road. He can handle medium amounts of spice and generally has very little reaction to spicy food. Even if he does eat something that's super spicy he still manages to have a poker face.

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Spy- He dies at the smell of a single pepper. Bell peppers are spicy way too spicy for him (/j) No, but I think he could be fine with a mild hot sause or two but he just generally doesn't like the taste, and he can't handle actual spice to save his life. I think a jalapeño would kill him.

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Soldier- He's fine enough, like, puts hot sause on his food, and isn't afraid of spice, but give him something stronger than, maybe like a habanero, and he's immediately red, sweating, probably internally crying, but he's brushing it off like he's fine. Overall handles spice fine.

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Pyro- Honestly, it could probably eat molten metals if they really wanted to. I'll go out on a limb and say it has the best spice tolerance. They just don't actually like the taste of most spicy foods.

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I hope these make sense or sound good, I'm so tired 😭 anyways, half of them are European, so they legally can't have good spice tolerances (/j)

Look at me finally posting an answered ask. I'm so zany! But seriously, thank you guys for being patient with me. It means a lot :)

[novelnibbles]

The Perfect Taco Orders for Every Major Percy Jackson Character

Let’s be real—everyone loves tacos, even demigods. Whether you're battling monsters, navigating the latest prophecy, or just chilling at Camp Half-Blood, a good taco is essential fuel. So, what would the major Percy Jackson characters order at a taco truck? I could be lazy and say gyros, but a good quest is never easy, so... Let’s break it down.

Percy Jackson – Blue Baja Fish Tacos

Percy is all about the sea and anything blue, so his perfect taco has to include both. He’d go for Baja-style fish tacos—crispy battered fish, shredded cabbage, and a squeeze of lime—but with blue corn tortillas and a tangy blue slaw made with red cabbage and blueberry crema. Does it make sense? Maybe not. Does Percy love it? Absolutely. And yes, he’ll wash it down with a blue raspberry soda.

Annabeth Chase – Carne Asada Street Tacos

Annabeth is practical, efficient, and appreciates quality. She’d go for classic carne asada street tacos, served on corn tortillas with cilantro, onions, and a side of salsa verde. No unnecessary toppings—just simple, well-executed food that gets the job done. She might judge you if you put too much sour cream on yours.

Grover Underwood – Mushroom and Black Bean Tacos

As a vegetarian (and protector of nature), Grover would be all about mushroom and black bean tacos. Earthy, protein-packed, and topped with avocado and fresh pico de gallo, these tacos are both delicious and environmentally friendly. He’d probably also ask if the tortillas are organic.

Luke Castellan – Barbacoa Tacos

Luke is complicated, and so is his taco order. He’d go for barbacoa tacos, slow-cooked and rich with flavor, topped with pickled onions and queso fresco. Something a little smoky, a little bittersweet—just like his story.

Clarisse La Rue – Spicy Chorizo Tacos

Clarisse isn’t messing around. She’d order spicy chorizo tacos with extra heat—maybe a habanero salsa, just to prove she can handle it. If you can’t take the spice, that’s your problem.

Nico di Angelo – Birria Tacos

Nico’s got that dark, brooding aesthetic, so he needs something equally intense. Birria tacos, slow-stewed beef dunked in a rich consommé, are the perfect match. Messy, flavorful, and a little dramatic—just like him.

Thalia Grace – Al Pastor Tacos

Thalia needs something bold, so she’s ordering al pastor tacos—pork marinated in achiote and pineapple, grilled to perfection. They’ve got just the right mix of spice and sweetness, with a rebellious kick. Plus, they pair well with a can of Coke, her go-to drink.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare – Jackfruit Tacos

Rachel is unpredictable and artsy, and she’d totally go for something unconventional—jackfruit tacos with mango salsa. They’re bright, colorful, and a little weird, just like her.

Leo Valdez – Breakfast Tacos

Leo is the kind of guy who’d show up at the taco truck at the weirdest hours, so his best bet is breakfast tacos—eggs, crispy bacon, and potatoes wrapped in a warm flour tortilla. Classic comfort food, perfect for eating on the go while working on a machine that’s probably about to explode.

Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano – Tacos de Lengua

Reyna grew up in Puerto Rico and has strong Roman roots, so she respects tradition. She’d go for tacos de lengua (beef tongue)��a dish that requires patience and skill to prepare. Topped with onions, cilantro, and lime, it’s straightforward, no-nonsense, and full of history—just like her.

Hazel Levesque – Sweet Potato and Poblano Tacos

Hazel has a love for old-school flavors with a modern twist. She’d enjoy sweet potato and poblano tacos, roasted with spices and topped with a drizzle of honey-lime crema. A little sweet, a little smoky—something that feels both nostalgic and new.

Frank Zhang – Carnitas Tacos

Frank wants something hearty and filling, so he’s getting carnitas tacos—slow-cooked pork with crispy edges, loaded up with avocado and a squeeze of lime. It’s strong, dependable, and satisfying—just like him.

Piper McLean – Grilled Shrimp Tacos

Piper has that effortlessly cool vibe, so she’s ordering grilled shrimp tacos with a citrusy slaw and chipotle crema. Light but packed with flavor, these tacos are casual but impressive—kind of like how she can charm-speak her way into (or out of) any situation.

Jason Grace – Chicken Tinga Tacos

Jason plays things safe but still appreciates a little kick. He’d go for chicken tinga tacos, made with shredded chicken simmered in a smoky tomato-chipotle sauce. Not too spicy, not too mild—just balanced, like his need to be the responsible one.

Bonus: Chiron – A Burrito

Okay, okay—Chiron wouldn’t order tacos. He’d get a burrito because it's easier to eat while lecturing a group of demigods about their next impossible quest. Probably carne asada with extra beans for protein.

What do you think? Do these taco orders fit, or do you have a better match? Let me know! And if you’re ever on a quest, remember: you should never face a monster on an empty stomach.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Also dumb question

How would that call of duty characters fare on hot ones? How high can they get on the Scoville scale before they gotta tap out??

- 🔪

Using this scale as a guide:

The COD characters on Hot Ones

(This started out serious but devolved into pure jokes and slander)

Ghost, surprisingly, gets the furthest. I'd say he'd get around the Ghost pepper but would def get tears in his eyes and red in the face. In my mind, he's trained himself to withstand many kinds of 'torture' and that includes tricking his brain into not reacting to heat/pain receptors in his mouth.

Surprisingly (2.0), Nikolai. Not because Russians are particularly good with spice or because of stereotype, but because I'm 100% sure he'd handle a Habanero just fine. Something about him just screams it. Idk.

Gaz comes next. I'd say he can go up to Habaneros before he taps out. I hc that he was raised by immigrants and is used to spiced food, not just spicy, but well spiced too.

Alejandro after that. Might be me engaging a bit in stereotype but he, also, doesn't strike me as the kind of man that would eat bland food? Traditional Mexican food is well-seasoned and plenty spicy so... Cayenne-Thai levels.

Rudy fits here bc of the same reason as Alejandro. But he reacts worse, I feel like. In my mind, he gets red in the face and SWEATS when he's eating.

Price goes next and I blame that on the fact he's been all over the world for missions and deployments and probably has eaten food of all kinds, if nothing else just to experiment. That being said, he's definitely a wimp. Fits somewhere between Jalapeños and Cayenne peppers.

Farah and she's only this low because her country has been going through a revolt + she was in prison + she scavenged for food as a kid and I imagine she's not always had access to try super spicy food when surviving off rations. Fits somewhere between Jalapeños and Cayenne peppers but could definitely handle more if she had more opportunities to eat it more.

Laswell. I'm convinced she was a field agent for the CIA before becoming a handler and station chief. Aka, she was all over the world and ate all sort of things, just like Price. Fits somewhere between Jalapeños and Cayenne peppers.

Soap taps out the easiest on the 141 but he's still not really a wimp. He's just Scottish. Around the same level as Laswell, Price, etc.

Alex Keller comes next. He's white and American. Do I need to say more? I'd say he can handle a Jalapeño but will need loads of water and milk

Graves comes at the bottom of the fucking line. He's white, American and a yee-haw American at that. If Alex can handle a jalapeño, Graves can't handle yellow mustard out of the bottle.

[oddverse]

Spice tolerance ranking because I cannn

Pesci and Formaggio. Pesci doesn’t really do anything too devious with it when he gets to cook but Formaggio is “La Demone delle spezia” (as dubbed by the weaker La squadra members who can’t handle crushed red pepper)

Melone. He enjoys his fair share. Famously one time he ate a habanero on a dare and only got SLIGHTLY red

Ghiaccio. Spent like a year carrying a bottle of crushed red pepper flakes on him because people kept assuming he had a low spice tolerance

Illuso. Nothing special, he’s just not that big of a spice guy

Risotto. He cannot have anything more than a mild sauce packet from Taco Bell before entering a coughing fit. He was almost hospitalized by Formaggio making tacos one night and putting jalapeño slices in the taco

Prosciutto. He WAS HOSPITALIZED BY TACOS. He has the constitution of a Victorian child ailed with consumption. He couldn’t do it if he TRIED. Seriously almost died from Formaggio’s cooking. It wasn’t even that much. Pesci’s one thing he can hold over him

This one is really really good i dont even wanna touch it- very canon

i love Pesci and Formaggio tying- but i can see the difference being Pesci cheats and drinks however much milk it takes for him to get through it, Forma is just unaffected. The scariest this man can get.

[cerusee]

Chicken Groundnut Stew

Total: 2 hr 55 min

Prep: 20 min

Cook: 2 hr 35 min

Yield: 6 servings

Ingredients

2 tablespoons oil

3 to 4 pound chicken, cut into pieces

Salt and freshly ground black pepper

1 tablespoon butter

2 onions, diced

5 medium carrots or 3 cups, sliced 1/4-inch thick on bias

4 cloves garlic, mashed

1-inch peeled ginger

1 1/2 cups chopped tomatoes (fresh or canned)

6 cups chicken stock or other broth, divided

2 ounces fresh thyme leaves

1 habenero, pierced with a knife or fork

1 cup smooth natural peanut butter

2 tablespoons tomato paste

1/2 cup roasted unsalted peanuts, chopped for garnish

Preparation

Heat 2 tablespoons oil in a large saute pan. Season chicken pieces with salt and pepper and brown in the hot pan, then remove chicken from pan and set aside. Drain off excess fat.

Add butter and saute onions for five minutes or until soft.

Add carrots (and any additional vegetables*), garlic, ginger and tomatoes.

Add 4 cups of hot chicken stock, thyme and habenero.

In a separate bowl, whisk peanut butter and tomato paste into remaining 2 cups of stock and add to the pan.

Add the chicken back to the pan. Bring to boil, then simmer for 2 to 2 1/2 hours or until the chicken falls from the bones.

Season with salt and pepper to taste.

Can be served with rice, potatoes or noodles.

*Optional vegetables to add: eggplant, okra, sweet potatoes, pumpkin, cabbage, turnips, or bell peppers.

https://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/chicken-groundnut-stew-recipe-2013030

Ceru notes: I just use any peanut butter, and if it’s a crunchy one, I’ll skip the peanut garnish.

This is one of those recipes that’s kind of…vague about the chicken. You can approach this in a lot of ways. I strongly recommend using all dark meat chicken for this, since white meat does not hold up to extended cooking times. Boneless chicken thighs are easy to find, and you’d probably want approx. 3 pounds of that, although most stew recipes are forgiving for a little bit of variation in the proportions. (If you use skinless chicken parts, you are not going to have any excess fat to drain off, btw.) Skin-on, bone-in chicken thighs will produce even tastier meat, but you’ll have to decide how to handle the skins and and bones—just leave them in OR remove the skins from the thighs and discard (no!) OR save the skins for stock (if you think chicken fat in chicken stock is a good thing, which I do) OR, my favorite, fry the skins in their own fat until they’re crispy and delicious, drain them on paper towels, and lightly sprinkle them with salt while they’re still hot, and fight off your family members about who gets to eat these.

If you do bone-in chicken, regardless of what you do with the skins: falling-off-the-bone meat means falling off the bone AND the occasional lil knuckle of free-floating cartilage in the stew. If you would prefer not to have the bones/cartilage in the stew come serving time, I recommend, as with a lot of these kinds of stews and soups, fishing out the whole chicken pieces at the end of cooking, letting them cool until they’re safe to handle, and removing the meat from the bones (it will be very easy) and adding it back into the stew. YMMV.

You can substitute dried chili flakes or jalapeños for the habanero, depending on your heat tolerance (and with the understanding that most jalapeños these days are not very hot). I would recommend including it unless you are very heat-averse, though—this is a rich stew, and I think it benefits a lot from the spicy kick against the peanut butter.

[searchie]

what coldr (prime-psi or cataclysm-cradlelands continuities) character could eat the most spicy chicken wings, assuming they're using the mango habanero sauce (which is noticeably spicy, but not drop-dead spicy)?

i mean, i know both reausomes probably could so u could list them but mainly of the characters who use coldr and not hotr

Aside from the Reausomes and other -omes, hmm...

Aster would claim she could handle it but would heavily regret her decision.

Coralde and other -raldes in general handle it the worst by far. (This also includes Ercos.) In a cartoon they'd explode.

Ophiur would survive it. Maybe even like it a bit, but it's probably not her favorite food.

Anemone might be able to do it if she's convinced it would make Coralde or Enivine happy somehow. Otherwise, no.

Carcinos would like it. Kind of cheating since she's technically a HotR user but she has no HotR resistance or anything.

Hydra would be able to eat it but she'd turn red from the spiciness.

Dolla handles it fine, with a bit of difficulty.

Lancelet wouldn't and she'd be a bit embarassed about it.

At first Penn seems like he can handle it perfectly, but then he takes just a little too much and he just figuratively dies.

Lybia can stomach it surprisingly well. Not a ColdR user though.

Cataclysm characters in general can do well (unless they're Cluas; Ophione doesn't dies to spicy food but this is a level above what she can take), though it depends on the day.

The Berg (from the Contracts continuity) would try her best but eventually the mountain would fall.

If the character isn't listed they're either a fire user who would resist it (so not interesting) or doesn't handle it at all.

[thatfragilecapricorn30]

Valentine’s Questionnaire

I skipped some of the questions, but I hope this still helps!

Tell your secret admirer about your favorite things! Favorite characters, ships, scenes, seasons, arcs, etc. I shared this in the ask, but I love season 1 and early MSR, but I'll enjoy anything from s1-7. I love the angst of the abduction arc but also the happiness of the SOSS. Obviously Mulder and Scully are my favorite characters, but I like Maggie and Melissa too.

Now what are your least favorite things? In terms of fanworks, I don't usually seek out things set past s8. Angst is fine, but it needs a happy ending.

Tell your secret admirer where you fall on the following scales:

Spice Scale

Salt only – no spice at all please! i.e., general audience rating.

Black pepper – a hint of spice. i.e., teen rating.

Chili pepper – there’s a bit of a kick! i.e., mature rating.

Habanero – definitely spicy, but most spice lovers can handle it. i.e., explicit rating.

Ghost pepper – only for the spiciest of spice lovers. i.e., VERY explicit/kink/POANG rating. (But I'll enjoy anything on the scale, so don't feel like you have to include smut!)

Angst Scale

Pale blue sky – no angst, all fluff!

Aquamarine – a little bit of angst, maybe some yearning, nothing too heartbreaking. e.g., the various scenes in Mulder’s hallway.

Cascade ocean wave – a moderate amount of angst, e.g. Pusher or Wetwired. Happy ending included. (I'll enjoy 1-3)

Sapphire tears – pain slut. Angst with a happy or bittersweet ending. e.g. abduction arcs, cancer arc.

Catastrophic blues – literally why. Lots of angst with some devastation for dessert, e.g. cancer arc but Scully dies at the end, season 8 and Mulder dies.

What are some of your favorite tropes? Are there any you avoid? One bed might be my favorite. I also like hurt/comfort, mutual pining, fake relationship. I don't really care for high school/college AUs or body swap (very specific, I know).

What is your favorite color or color scheme? These can be specific colors or general categories, e.g. jewel tones, cool colors. Yellow is my favorite color but I also like sage green and light blue.

Share the links to some gifsets/edits that you love and tell your secret admirer why (e.g. do you like the layout? The coloring? The quote that they used? Typography? Simplicity? Parallels?). These can be X-Files/MSR or other fandoms. I enjoy gifsets that showcase parallels. If you check out my "parallels" tag, you'll see ones that I like.

[awholelotofladybug]

So I recently did a few polls about each character’s spice tolerance. Marinette, Alya, and Nino all got “Peppers/Habaneros as a light snack.” Now, they can’t ALL be that spice-crazy, so this is the tiebreaker round. Who among these three is the one who can handle spice the best?