#kitchen 👁️👁️

[kraang5]

Might finish this tomorrow, idk

We ate the best cooked vegetables today , my grandma makes the best roasted and cooked veggies (I only eat it when she makes it so I wouldn’t know if there were better tasting ones but oh well ;-;)

And since the food was so great, I wanted to draw my sona in a kitchen making food!

[sanguineerose]

getting blackout drunk would fix me right now

[mutipede]

Maaan, I was aiming for "enjoyably high because it's been a while and that sounds nice" and instead got "suddenly and overwhelmingly cognizant of the devastating reality of my situation" high

[blanketforcas]

i love badly translating tumblr speak into my native language and watch people go

[sweetnekoheart]

👁️👄👁️

[whereismyhat5678]

borgor? where fridg i need borg.

I don’t have any borgors in my fridge but I DO have these:

Like- I have a bunch of them- would you like some? :]

[emoji-kitchen]

💚👁️

[todayisafridaynight]

i nearly burnt my kitchen down this morning but its ok i got to see arasawa on my tl today

[reasoncourt]

googling if falling asleep upside down can kill u because upside down is the only way i’m gonna get sleep gravity is like a weighted blanket on the horrors of existence and such

[jkgnggj]

autism creature real, i love emoji kitchen

[jackals-ships]

also what if I said datv era and post game jackal solas jackal having panic attacks when they wake up alone. WHAT IF

[beloveds-embrace]

(Arranged marriage to duke john price except it means you married four instead of one 👁️👁️)

Your marriage to Duke Price is one out of necessity: you need a husband before high society begins rumoring you to be a barren woman and too old to be married off, and Duke Price needs a wife who is able to take on Duchess duties of his duchies.

You do not expect love, though you suppose it’d be a nice bonus. You are merely glad that Duke Price is a reasonable handsome man, and he informs you on your wedding night that he will not force himself on you, and there is no need to immediately begin attemtping for an heir.

You take admirably to your new duties, have been raised practically for this purpose though the head butler Kyle is wonderful in helping you as well- actually all the servants have been wonderful towards you. You have regular dinners with John, though they are a bit stilted but at least Chef Johnny’s food is good enough you can easily forget the tense atmosphere. You can tell your husband is hiding something- you are sometimes barred from going to his office to him, certain rooms are not allowed for you, and you are not allowed anywhere near the letters addressed to him- but as long as it isn’t hurting you, why should you bother him? So you never ask, and he seems happy enough that you don’t.

Until you accidentally stumble upon him and Duke Riley exchanging tongues. Very heatedly, hands grasping and tugging on each other’s clothes and Duke Riley sat on your husband’s desk.

It’s hot.

What’s not so hot is the way they both look at you when they realize you are there. You stutter, face a red so fierce it’d put a furnace to shame, and bolt out of the room despite hearing John call your name.

And you also skip out on the dinners for now, pretending you are sick with the help of your maids and their makeup skills.

But suddenly, it’s like your eyes have been opened. It’s not just Duke Riley who seems to hold a part of your husband’s heart; the one time you gather enough courage to maybe go speak with John and address the situation, you see Kyle stumbling out all disheveled and flushed, though he has a very satisfied air around him. He freezes when he sees you, and your jaw drops.

“My lady-“

“I- I’ll just- I’m taking a walk! Alone!”

You go to the kitchens instead, hoping that Johnny would have something delicious you can eat. Maybe something cold enough to wash away the blush on your cheeks.

Johnny is weirdly silent, however, even as he whips up chocolate mousse for you. His silence is not normal, it feels… almost guilty…

You sighs, take in a deep breath, and gather your dress. “Johnny… are you too…-?”

“Aye, m’lady. But-“

You can’t take it anymore. You leave the kitchens, and go straight back to your bedroom to bury your face in your bed. It’s not as if you are upset! It’s just- a rather befuddling situation?

Two nights later, it’s John himself who comes to you. You had assumed it was one of your maids returning with a new jar of oil for your nightly hair routine, but it’s your husband. You are glad it’s winter, and you aren’t simply in a thin nightgown.

“Wife.” He says, voice steady yet strained.

“John.”

You can’t call him husband. You’ve spent the last two days thinking and you were… rather sad. You were in the way of whatever they had (you saw Kyle and Johnny kissing, Johnny specifically sending food addressed to Duke Riley), weren’t you?

John sighs, sitting down on the settee while you remain on your vanity. After a moment of awkward silence, he opens his eyes and looks at you. “…what do you want to remain silent about this?”

You blink, raising an eyebrow. “…huh?”

John’s fists clench. “How much do you want in return for your silence?”

Frowning, you set your brush down and fully turn to him even if you feel exposed despite your thicker nightgown. “Is this about your… partners?” You say the word delicately, then shake your head. “I want nothing, John. If you are worried about me starting anything, I won’t. I just… hope this doesn’t mean you will divorce me?”

Being a divorced woman might as well be a death sentence on its own.

He looks at you, shocked into silence, and you quickly explain; his relationships have nothing to do with you and you aren’t a petty woman, who are you to come between what he and they have? You only hope this won’t take away the protection this marriage gave you.

That night, thus, you and John reach an agreement you are sure both of you are satisfied with.

Except, months later, John is no longer satisfied.

With the ice broken between the two of you. The dinners have become so much more… relaxing and comfortable, far less than they had been. No secrecy was needed when you were around anymore, and you only giggle and look away, feigning innocence when they share tender kisses between one another… and the less polite kisses.

John can’t remain satisfied with this arrangement. You are such a sweet thing, now that he’s become to know you far better. He can see the way his men are looking at you now, something between fondness and hunger and want; Kyle helps you far more often now, despite your insistence that you can do it yourself. Even when you do it yourself, he stays by you and ensures you are comfortable.

And he joins your evening walks, arms looped as the two of you speak, laughing and giggling.

It’s similar to your late night chats with Johnny, where he plies your full of sweets and desserts until even your dreams are full of sweeter kisses you are sure will never be for you. Johnny, who cooks your favorites on hard days and who you heard from Kyle is even more serious about only having the best of the best in vegetables and meats and seasonings.

And Duke Riley… for all his stoicism, he is gentle with you. Even when he’d stared at you with doubt and mistrust, no doubt believing you to be lying to John and simply waiting for the shoe to drop and for you to ruin them. Yet it never happens, and now, during the galas you attend all dolled up on John’s arm and ignoring all murmurs about still having no children, you even dance with him and giggle at his terribly dry jokes, even share a few of your own with him.

Steadily, slowly, obliviously, John has watched each of his men fall for you. This, obviously, made you theirs. It made you his, more and more than you already were.

It’s why your current request is making him clench his glass in his hand, with Kyle looking on in displeasure as well, giving him subtle glances.

“-So that’s why I was asking, John,” you remain sweetly oblivious, adorned in a pretty dress Simon had gotten for you recently. “He will not spread any rumors, I’ll personally make sure of that-”

Your cheeks darken then, and you glance away. “I- I am… merely a bit- unsatisfied, if you understand my point. And the stable man is loyal to you, he wouldn’t say anything.”

It’s clear he needs to keep a better watch over you. Where and when did you even interact with his stable boy, Graves? Though he focused on your words.

Unsatisfied.

Well, he can’t have that, can he? You’ve done your wifely duties so admirably, it’s about time he took care of you as well… and maybe dealt with the baseless barren rumors as well. A baby would keep you nice and content and focused on them alone, wouldn’t it?

Oh yes. Yes, it would.

dukedom au masterlist

Part two

[xtruss]

At Least 357 Humanitarian-Run Sites and Convoys in Gaza Whose Coordinates Had Been Shared in Advance with Warring Parties Were Hit Before The World Central Kitchen (WCK) Attack This Month, Middle East Eye Has Learnt.

Two weeks on from the attack, Jamie McGoldrick, the UN's outgoing top aid official working in Gaza told MEE that "nothing substantive" had changed in the way humanitarians share their locations with the Israeli military to protect themselves.

The majority of the hits to deconfliction humanitarian sites - 352 - were to locations run by Unrwa, the largest aid organisation operating in Gaza, including a food distribution centre and schools sheltering thousands of civilians. Collating publicised accounts, MEE has counted five additional locations of other humanitarian organisations whose coordinates had been shared were also hit.

They include a compound in Al-Mawasi housing staff working for the International Rescue Committee and Medical Aid for Palestine, the Gaza City offices of Doctors of the World, a Medecins Sans Frontieres (MSF) convoy in Gaza City and an MS shelter in Al-Mawasi, and an American Near East Refugee (ANERA) shelter in Deir al-Balah.

The WCK attack brought the toll of aid workers killed in Gaza since 7 October to at least 216, the vast majority of whom were Palestinians. Aid workers who spoke to MEE said the scale of incidents was unprecedented, even compared to the most dangerous war zones they have experienced.

"Every single day we are discussing whether to leave Gaza. We should not be there," said Brice de la Vingne, MSF's head of emergency unit.

Beyond the impact on the lives of aid workers and their families, an insecure deconfliction system means that aid distribution, which is already hugely problematic in Gaza even as famine sets in, is disrupted. After the attack, WCK and Anera both suspended their operations.

— ✍️ Dania Akkad | Middle East Eye (MEE)

[jellyfishjuliet]

GEOFF STILL WRITIN FOR DC!?

[lad-boyo]

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[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Okay hear me out; imagine if Andrew (Ghost and Jade's first kid) woke up in the middle of the night and walked into the kitchen for something to eat (bro got the midnight munchies) and just turned around and noticed Ghost in the frickin darkness of the kitchen with his mask and gear on since he came back from deployment and accidentally scared the living soul outta Andrew. How would jade, Ghost, and his siblings react to that? (And trust me, the oldest always has the girlish screams- Just like my brother)

💀 Andrew Meets Ghost! 👦

Have a low-effort short comic 😂 Thank you for the inspo!! When you sent this ask this triggered something in me AND I NEED TO DRAW IT. And dude... Don't even START with Gracie hearing his lady-screech 😭🙏

(Short hair Jade hello 👁️👄👁️💗)

Bit messy since I'm very tired rn but hope you love it! (❁´◡`❁)