#midnight snack 2

[dennydreadful]

House Rules

[nevermeyers]

smash, next question

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya would just have a shelf full of jars of homemade jam, and most of them are for Klee, so she would have bread with jam as a snack when she goes on adventures

[spoonietimelordy]

Spoonie food hack:

Cook a big batch of bolognese. You need only 2 ingredients: tomato sauce and ground meat/ mock meat.

You put that in a sealed container in the fridge. And you can keep it for 2/3 days.

The good thing with bolognese is that you can eat it with multiple things so you don't lose your mind. It works with pasta but also with rice, with beans and even in a sandwich! You only have to make one thing for each meal and then you put the sauce in the pan.

[mitamicah]

Thank you all so much for being a positive presence in my 2023 🥺 i had no idea what a tightknit, supportive and amazing community i would become a part of when I first shared a sketch of käärijä back in may

You are all so wonderfully embracing and talented (and gorgeous) as heck 😭 meeting some of you at the europe tour seems so surreal 😱

Here's to a great 2024 to everyone - hope for all the best for each of my kääryleet and baby boos (and people who have been here even longer as well) 🤗💚❤️

[vega-and-me]

Don’t be scared of the Decked Out 2 Ravagers, they’re just babies in their jammies. They just want a sleepover.

[ghost-trapped-in-the-screen]

They're growing boys, unlike you Fuyuhiko

[cookieswithay]

"Late night snacking" Actual fic😌

• Serious credits to @o0o0thorn0o0o She drew this lovely picture.

• Normal AU...really normal

•⚠️Spelling mistakes, swearing and American names. And a little suggestive talk at the end ⚠️

• (You guys can guess who's who by the names🤭)

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• "Godammit, Issac, turn the light off already!"

• Hey, the names Issac Kennedy. I'm a college student and currently taking a writing class. And right now, I'm studying for a upcoming exam. With my irritating roommate "Ronnie" pestering me.

• (Ron/Ronnie: A tall fake redhead with a bunch of tattoos. Is (somehow) in all my classes and is on a basketball team)

• "Hell no, I'm not done studying." I snapped back. He's know my damn schedule. He scoffed.

• "Study some other night, the exam is next week"

• "Well if I'm keeping you from your bedtime, go sleep at your girlfriend's!" Silence. I snickered. Ronnie's still too "respectful" to sleep over at Rebecca's.

• (Rebecca: A tiny brunette who badgers me. Unlike Ronnie, she doesn't look her age. She takes the real estate class and is actually relationship with him)

• Now, that he was quiet, back to what I was doing.

• *Whack!*

• "Ow!" I heard laughing. I turned to see Ronnie standing up with a blanket. "Oh, sorry Issac," he said.

• "The pillow just happened to slip outta my hand."

• My jaw clenched. "You bastard." I muttered. He smiled and headed towards the door. "See ya, Issac." I scoffed. After waiting a few minutes for the pain wear off, I got back to my practice test.

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• ~Rumble~

• Damn. As usual, my stomach's interrupting something important. I'm almost done. Maybe, I could...no, no. I sighed and pushed away from my desk. (Hunger pains are no joke) I looked around. Damn, I didn't swipe anything today? I sighed again and stood up. I hate going out at night.

• ~Little later~

• As I walked down the hallway, I started racking brain for eating options. I'm still busy, so I'm definitely not cooking anything. Snacks...did I go shopping recently? My question was answered when I didn't see my name on anything. "Godammit." What've I been doing lately!

• "Olivia!"

• I jumped.

• "Olivia!"

• Oh crap, it's Tessa.

• (Tessa: Yet another brunette in my life, except I actually like this one. She's a childhood friend who I happened to see again when I got here. She's also best friends with a girl named Olivia and is practicing to be a professional boxer)

• "Olivia, we have curfews y'know! We could get in trouble!"

• Geez, way to keep it on the down low. After what felt like a FOREVER, her voice finally walked away. Phew. Let's hope Liv shows herself soon. Tessa practically had smoke coming outta her ears. Anyway, what was I looking for-

• "Issac!"

• I stiffened.

• "Issac! Down here!"

• Oh wait, I know this voice. I bent down. Sure enough, it was the wanted ginger under the table. I smiled. "Hey, Olivia." Instead of saying "hi" back, she pulled me under. By the collar.

• "Oliv-?"

• She covered my mouth. "Shush, shush." What the hell!? Seconds later, she let me go. "Okay, Tessa's is gone." She sighed and straightened out her shirt.

• "So, what brings you out into the wild?"

• She said putting the spotlight on me. (The wild, huh? I'll play along) "Well, I came outta the cave, cause I got hungry."

• She nods. "That makes sense," She smiled.

• "I usually see you when you're hungry."

• "You see me in the hallway too."

• (Damn, have I really been that scarce?) She nodded, and...then we started staring at each other. I cleared my throat. "Anyway, what's got you hiding from Tessa?" This a good talking subject, right? Olivia perked up.

• "That's right!" She said.

• "Well, I took a super long nap earlier."

• Oh yeah, she did have a headache earlier.

• "So, when I woke up, I was super hungry. But it was night then. That's when I decided to sneak out."

• I chuckled. "And that's why Tessa's prowling?" She nodded. "She's worried about me." I snickered. I swear, I don't think I ever had a boring conversation with Olivia.

• (Olivia Ingle: A beautiful girl with pretty orange hair. I never really got the chance to speak to her high school, but we became friends here. As you know, she's friends with Tess. And is taking the culinary class. Even though she has a odd taste buds.)

• "Can we come up from under here, now?"

• I asked. Anywhere is great with her, but under the table is gross. "Oh yeah, of course." She replied. I lifted the tablecloth and she crawled out. I did the same.

• "Although, you should've said something earlier."

• "Why?"

• "Your stomach was growling earlier."

• Holy! Godda- Mother of- I inhaled. "Really?" She nodded. Someone please put me outta my misery.

• "It's alright though."

• "It is?" I thought outloud

• "It's usually super embarrassing. But if you're around nice people, no one will care!"

• She said, with a huge smile. I nodded. "Okay." I said, leaning on the counter. Now, Olivia's rooting through the pantry while humming.

• It got pretty quiet for awhile, until she called my name. "Yeah?"

• "You can have these."

• I looked down. In her hand, were shooting star cookies. I would've been touched if those weren't Tessa's. (She usually eats those on cheat days) "I'm good," Because...

• "I'm on a diet."

• She paused.

• Shit.

• "Are you sure?"

• Options: keep up the lie and starve or chow down and get beat up by Tessa later. Eh, I'll take the beat down. It's not everyday I get to talk to Olivia alone.

• "Alright, you caught me," I said, throwing up my hands. "I was bluffing." She smiled.

• "I thought so!" She set the cookies down and walked towards the fridge.

• She put the usual on the counter: Icecream, Oreos, milk, barbecue lays, etc. Although the chip difference stuck out to me.

• "Barbecue, this time?"

• (She used green onion last time)

• "Mm-hm." She said, while nodding.

• "Last time, the green onion chips overpowered the so- could you open this please? Thank you. And-"

• I listened closely as Olivia chatted on. (And opened the chip bag) To be completely honest, I love talking to her. Sometimes, I even think I'm learning new things about her. Like she's dropping subtle hints about herself. Olivia's so...perfect. (Damn, am I blushing?)

• "Olivia."

• "Yes?"

• "Can you tell me how to make special french toast again?"

• ~Later~

• After snacking, talking, and watching a cat video, I (finally) looked at the time. Damn, it's 12.

• "Liv."

• She looked back from the counter.

• "Liv?"

• Dammit, I said that outloud. "Olivia, Olivia, sorry," I stuttered. "It's midnight now. Anything else you gotta do?"

• "Oh boy,"

• She said with her usual nervous laugh. "I hope Tessa didn't round up a search party or anything."

• "No, but I'm glad I didn't."

• We both jumped. Tessa's here! In a instant, Olivia was in my arms. (And I didn't even grab her this time) She took a breath.

• "Jesus christ, Olivia! Where the heck were you!?"

• ~Yet another later~

• After getting scolded AND hit (we both did), we got sent to our rooms. Luckily, Tess was nice enough to let us walk together. "Damn," I grumbled. "Does she usually hit this hard?" I haven't been scolded by Tessa in awhile.

• "We actually got lucky." Olivia responded.

• "She held back because she was worried."

• She held back!? I feel like my head's bleeding. "Oh." I replied. "Good for us, I guess." After some more talking, we were at her room.

• "Well, this is my stop." She said, smiling again. "Tonight was fun," She said.

• "Even if we did get in trouble in the end." She said, with a shrug.

• "It wouldn't be the first time for us." I muttered. We nearly get screwed alot. Welp, better say bye-

• "Oh! I almost forgot!"

• Olivia said, running into her room. Uh... I peeked in.

• "Oliv- Ah!"

• "I got it!"

• She shouted, conveniently coming out right now. "Right here," She pulled me back on my feet. And gave me a pink flyer. "A sweet festival is happening on Melody road this saturday!" She said. "I asked my friends the other day but they all have plans,"

• ...Is she asking me out?

• "So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come?"

• She is asking me out!

• I cleared my throat. Play it cool. "I gotta drop my sisters off at a friend's but,"

• Play it cool!

• "I'm free."

• Yes! She smiled, but turned it off. "Uh...Olivia?" She did a quick look around.

• "Tessa's still in the bathroom, right?"

• "Yeah?"

• "Okay, good."

• Before I could say anything else, she wrapped her arms my neck. And...kissed me. ACTUALLY kissed me! Not on my cheek, not on my top lip, a real life kiss! When she pulled away, she covered her mouth.

• "Um,"

• She looked down.

• "You still wanna go to festival, right?"

• "Yes!"

• Normally, I would've been embarrassed about the giddiness. But, I'm SO not thinking straight. Olivia blushed and started messing with her hair.

• "Okay, see you on Saturday!"

• She said, smiling. Then she just ran into her room. Oh my god. I was kissed! By Olivia! I can't wrap my head around this!

• "What's got you jazzed?"

• I jumped. I turned to see Ronnie behind me. "What the hell, Ronnie!? Don't sneak up on me like!" Jeez, I almost flew outta my skin. He frowned. "Oh get a grip, Issac,"

• "Just wondering where you were."

• I sighed.

• "I was just walking around."

• "At night?"

• "Yes."

• "But you don't like going anywhere."

• Classic Ronnie, asking a ton of personal questions. "No reason, alright." Can he just drop it? When I didn't hear another nosy question, I looked back at him. He was just...staring at me.

• "What?"

• He blinked.

• "You got kissed, didn't you?"

• Huh!?

• I scoffed. "I have no idea what your talking about!" He started laughing. "You did!" God frickin dammit.

• "I have a girlfriend, doofus. I know the symptoms like the back of my hand."

• "I don't have any symptoms!"

• "I wonder who did it...?"

• I'm not staying for this. I turned on my heels, and started down the hall. I could hear Ronnie cackling behind me. Asshole- wait a sec?

• "Since we're on the topic of women,"

• (This'll get him)

• "What happened with Rebecca?"

• He turned red. "Whaddya mean what happened?"

• (He's dodging the question now.😏) "You went to her room like 2 hours ago, why'd you leave?"

• "If you must know, nosy I had to pick up something."

• I snickered. "What? Condu-"

• "Issac!"

• Now it's my turn to laugh! "Am I right!?"

• Instead of answering, Ronnie turned me around and basically starting pushing back to our dorm. After poking fun at him a little more, I ended deciding to do the practice test tomorrow.

• (It's not like I'd be able to focus after tonight)

• So now I'm laying in my bed, wondering about my date... What am I gonna wear!?

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Heyyyy! This took awhile for no reason! I was so lucky to find a ICHIHIME artist who didn't have a price tag on her art. Please check her out her art is lovely! @o0o0thorn0o0o As usual, stay cool.😎

The cute little models⬇️

[shadysubject06]

Bad news! Our router's busted! I can still get internet using my data, but all art made during this time will be trapped on my pc until either the router is fixed or we get a new one in the mail. In the meantime I might make some sketchbook doodles, and the askbox is always open!

[lilreminder]

I dont like being an adult why do i like pasta salad now. Im scared

[hecateisalesbian]

When I’m googling midnight snack ideas and everything takes more than 1 minute

[tallytals]

[10-dutchies-12-bicycles]

wikipedia: if u dont want acid reflux again then maybe try NOT LYING DOWN IN BED for three hours after eating?

me: ugh FINE >:/ *sits on bed and assumes Shrimp Posture while cleaning out tumblr drafts. which also isnt good posture for my digestive system.... and even worse for my spine....*

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

yes i am emotional over bryce and jensen going from a loud excitable christmas party to sitting quietly on their living room floor playing a holiday board game or building legos or doing a puzzle

[dangraccoon]

A Hunch

Week 2 ~ "at ease" ~ midnight snack ~

Word Count: 960 Content: insomnia/sleepless, SUGGESTIVE so 18+, kenobi is a shameless flirt and a tease, cody is a disaster gay and a hopeless romantic (me fr tho) and rex is about to be so done with cody's bullshit

@clone-wars-winter-challenge

Despite the extended time he’d actually have, despite the relative comfort his bunk provided, despite the quiet of the ship, and despite the pure exhaustion that came after the adrenaline of battle wore off, Cody couldn’t sleep.

He’d tried almost everything he could think of. He adjusted the temperature of his quarters. He went for a walk around the ship. He took another shower. He tried cyclical breathing. He set his datapad to play white noise. He read a few chapters of a holo-novel Bly had recommended. He thought about going to the medbay to ask the late-shift medic for a sedative but decided against it.

Sighing, Cody flipped the scratchy GAR-issue blanket off of him and swung his feet over the side of the bed. He stretched a little, put his armor back on, then picked up his datapad and headed for the door.

The ship was quiet as most of the troopers would be getting some well-deserved rest as they traveled to their next destination. The few he did see would stand up straight until he waved them off, barely looking up from the reports he was reading.

He eventually found his way to the officers’ mess. He keyed in his access code to the attached kitchenette to use the self-serve caf machine. As it began to brew, he perched himself on the arm of one of the chairs to continue through the seemingly endless reports that flooded his inbox.

He knew he was a capable man, a good leader, and an exemplary soldier–he had the medals and the scars to prove it–but sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d truly earned his rank. Had any of them earned their ranks if they were designed to be copies?

An access code being entered on the other side of the door startled him out of his introspection. The door slid open revealing–

“Oh!” General Kenobi jumped a little, nearly dropping his datapad. “Apologies, Commander, I wasn’t expecting to find the room–” he looked up to see Commander Cody at full attention, his work abandoned on the chair.

The general’s eyes shifted from surprise to confusion, and then something akin to curiosity.

“Commander, please be at ease, or as you were,” he hummed, an air of amusement surrounding him as he watched the commander barely shift his posture. “It’s the middle of the– well, I suppose it would be the middle of the night if we were still on Coruscant.” He chuckled a little, a sound Cody found to be echoing in his mind. “Don’t tell me you’re planning on staying up through the night cycle doing data work.”

“Oh, uh, no,” Cody muttered, cursing the uncertainty in his voice. “Not exactly, sir–”

“Commander,” he said as he unceremoniously dumped the data pad on the counter. “May I simply call you ‘Cody’ instead of your full rank?”

“Yes, sir,” Cody nodded.

“I appreciate that,” General Kenobi grinned. He turned away from Cody, beginning to look through the various cabinets. 

He watched the general as he seemed to search for… something, unable to stop his curiosity.

“What are you looking for, sir?”

“Oh, please just call me Obi-Wan,” he huffed, almost exasperated. “At least if it’s just us.”

Cody looked away, scowling slightly.

Kenobi sighed, looking back towards him. “That’s going to be an uphill battle, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” Cody replied, unable to stifle a smirk.

Kenobi rolled his eyes, turning back to the cabinet. “To answer your question, I am looking for a… midnight snack of sorts. A pre-deployment habit I haven’t been able to break.”

“I wouldn’t count on finding much beyond ration bars in stock, sir,” Cody shrugged.

Kenobi seemed to deflate slightly. “I was afraid you might say that,” he grumbled, and again, Cody struggled to suppress his amusement. “We’ll simply need to rectify this glaring oversight, then won’t we.”

“Yes, sir.”

Kenobi grabbed his datapad and turned back to look at Cody. “Something tells me that you, Cody, actually know which form I’m supposed to use to requisition some treats for us all.”

Cody’s brow hitched. “What makes you say that?” he smirked.

“Call it a hunch,” Kenobi chuckled as he stepped into Cody’s space. “I just get a certain… vibe from you.”

Cody’s heart pounded in his ears. He wasn’t sure of the cause, or perhaps it was a combination of the proximity, the soft yet strong tone of his voice, the smell of GAR-issue soap mixing with a subtle hint of some kind of tea, or the downright dangerous look in his eyes. 

“A ‘vibe’, is it?” he grinned. “What else can you glean from this so-called ‘hunch’?”

“Hm, are you sure you want to go down that road?” Kenobi practically purred, slowly dragging his eyes up and down Cody’s body. “You might find it to be a little too close to that line you so love to toe, my dear marshal commander.”

Cody scoffed if only to cover the way he had to force himself to actually continue breathing. “26-D9-926 for unit usage, 56-T3-926 for… personal use.”

“I knew it,” Kenobi snickered, pulling away from Cody–who found himself almost drawn to follow him and the heat he’d generated between them but resisted. “Have a good evening, Commander.”

“G-good evening,” he breathed, unsure if any of this was even real.

Kenobi paused, turning back to him. “Oh, and Cody?”

“Yes?”

“You forgot to say, ‘sir’.” And just like that, he swept out of the room.

Cody wasn’t sure how long he sat there, but once he found himself able to move again, he picked up his datapad, opening a comm line to Rex.

This is going to be a problem, he typed out and sent as he found himself adjusting his codpiece. 

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[marsixm]

i always grew up having dinner at like 10 pm so the idea of people having dinner before the sun sets has always seemed insane to me, but now that im realizing its more codified in latin american culture to have a specific afternoon small meal im realizing that does explain my eating habits a lot more (my mom is brasilian and would often get me something to eat when i got home from school around 3-4)

i naturally do still eat small meals with coffee around 8 now, since getting into british culture i know they refer to their small meal as tea. it feels weirder now that american doesnt have this, although i guess what we have is the bigger meal earlier and then a “midnight snack”