#i want us both to eat well

[acourtofquestions]

Aelin glared up at him. "Another round."

Rowan just sheathed his sword. "After breakfast."

She growled. He growled right back.

"Don't be stupid," he said. "You'll lose all that muscle if you don't feed your body. So eat. And if you still want to train afterward, I'll train with you."

He offered her a tattooed hand.

But Aelin said, "People are dying. In Terrasen. In-everywhere. People are dying, Rowan."

"Your eating breakfast isn't going to change that." Her lips curled in a snarl, but he cut her off. "I know people are dying. We are going to help them, but you need to have some strength left, or you won't be able to."

Truth.

Her mate spoke truth. And yet she could see them, hear them. Those dying, frightened people. Whose screams so often sounded like her own.

Rowan wriggled his fingers in silent reminder. Shall we?

Aelin scowled and took his hand, letting him haul her to her feet. So pushy.

Rowan slid an arm around her shoulders. That's the most polite thing you've ever said about me.

[bloomingsalma]

finals' week is done and I read, made a big cookie and felt very tired

[rusted-soldier]

Forever in love with Steve introducing Bucky to 21st century food, and even though Bucky would probably prefer simple and plain things, Steve always assures him that if he ever wants some nice spices they have the money to do it, they’re not struggling and he won’t be in trouble for wanting something or asking for it.

[mulcheon]

[patronsaintofwant]

the twenty-first orange by nico del mar.

[perditious]

signs of my True Affection.

[archivalsummers]

poem from fishbarrel review

[starshineselkie]

sometimes love is stored in the orange i peel and share with my friends and the sticky fruity residue it leaves on my hands that i wait to wash until they all go home

[mxsinistir]

kind of a vent but not quite. things have just been really hard but it's okay because I can eat oranges still.

[acourtofquestions]

“Rowan came up behind his mate and pressed a kiss to her neck. Right to where his new claiming marks lay. She hummed, and offered him a bite of the bread she'd already dug into while gathering the rest of her food. He obliged, the bread thick and hearty, then said, "You were asleep when I left a few minutes ago, yet you somehow beat me to the breakfast table." Another kiss to her neck. "Why am I not surprised?" Elide laughed beside Aelin, piling food onto her own plate. Aelin only elbowed him as he fell into line beside her.”

[wordsthatkeepmyfeetdry]

I literally never know what is happening around me by MJ Santiago

[perditious]

going to give in to my weird urge to hand write out all the recipes i really treasure. i gave it like a month after i saw that one tumblr post but it is not dying down 🤷🏻‍♂️

(—actually in light of me as a person it’s probably not that weird)

[ylangelegy]

mingyu is absentmindedly scrolling through instagram reels when he finds a video of a content creator in his kitchen. his caption is simple enough: meals i made for my girlfriend this week.

mingyu watches, slightly bored, as the influencer shows off everything from at-home matcha lattes to vegetable omelettes. he's just about to scroll away when the influencer shows off the last meal: a bento box.

mingyu rewatches that part once. thrice, even. he's had dosirak countless of times before, but this one is different. it's— cute.

mingyu looks up a hashtag of #bentoboxlunch and is absolutely floored. there's rice shaped like sanrio characters, and boiled eggs with nori eyes, and hotdogs cut up to look like octopi!

mingyu, who has always taken pride in cooking for you, in making your favorites of bibim-guksu and jajangmyeon, finds an entirely new purpose.

mingyu blows an inordinate amount of money on supplies. character picks, rice shapers, vegetable cutters. in between schedules, he watches how-to videos. when you're asleep at night or he wakes up earlier than you in the morning, he quietly pads around the kitchen to practice.

mingyu spends a good three or so months stealing away this new hobby, hiding it from you, until he decides his skills are up to par. with the intensity of which he's going about this, you'd think he's competing on master chef.

mingyu who, one morning, nonchalantly informs you, "i packed you lunch. let me know how you like it, okay?" you try to tell him that it isn't necessary, that you're a grown adult, thank you very much, but he pouts and whines until you take the lunch box anyway.

mingyu, whose leg bounces up and down all the hours leading up to noon.

mingyu, who has gotten a lot of praise across his life for many things. his skills as an idol. his physical appearance. but this? the text he gets of you gushing over the puppy-shaped mashed potatoes, over the boiled egg that's been cut to look like cherry blossoms? this is definitely a top five compliment.

mingyu enjoys this way too much. he learns more and more over time. heart-shaped tamagoyaki, doraemon constructed out of seaweed, rice that looks like snoopy. you tell him he's going overboard, doing too much, but how can anything be 'too much' when it's you?

mingyu doesn't even understand why he loves doing all this until, one day, you present to him sandwiches that have been cut in to stars and melon slices that are molded like diamonds. the sandwich is a bit dry, and the melon is out of season, but mingyu doesn't care. it's the best damn meal he's ever eaten.

mingyu, who has to hold himself back from proposing on the spot when you tease him, i love you, i want us both to eat well.

mingyu, who thinks to himself that he would cook for you for the rest of his life, if you'd let him.

[bloomingsalma]

@arre-yaar

budinovskaya_ksenia

[these-summer-nights-in-december]

Christopher Citro reads his poems "If We Had a Lemon We'd Throw It and Call That the Sun" and "Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled with Shrieks"

[phil-isms]

he cooked … spaghetti for him .. whilst he was sick ……