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Philly Cheesesteak Egg Rolls
#egg rolls#philly#philly cheesesteak#cheesesteak#beef recipes#appetizer#game night#munchies#snacks#lunchtime#lunch recipes#lunch#dinner#fast food#foodporn#toya's tales#style#toyastales#toyas tales#summer#september#kitchen#home & lifestyle#home#foodie#food#food recipes#food porn#food pics#food photography
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Your chef Sun is so interesting to me. If he ever has a crush he will deny it, right? Or not acknowledge it at all. Or maybe, I wonder if he'll be confused?
hehehe great question! i think he would be confused but... i think he would realize something about himself, just a little spark of something new and unfamiliar but something that's confused him for a long time now
*this is a memory of the DCA's late Boss, the previous owner of the restaurant they now own
BONUS:
a little context below the cut (cuz this post is long enough already!)
The DCA's late Boss was the previous owner of the restaurant. he was the one who found them after their PizzaPlex fell to ruin, and he brought them in and taught them how to cook. he's sort of a pseudo-father-figure to them.
he was a very passionate guy, he loved cooking and loved his late wife. and that piqued Sun's curiosity—to love someone even after they have passed. so along with teaching the boys how to cook, he also taught Sun about love. of course, Sun struggled to understand, but Boss always believed Sun would some day.
#ask the crab#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf dca#dca fandom#Have You Eaten? AU#Sun Have You Eaten? AU#Moon Have You Eaten? AU#crab art#digital art#bright colours#low-key inspired by the fact i've been making rolled omelettes recently#cuz i got a pan for my birthday#they are so time consuming to make#like i need to have a snack while making them#i could make so many scrambled eggs in the time it takes me to make 1 rolled omelet#and since i prefer my eggs runny or browned enough to have a warm egg aroma#rolled omelettes are kinda mid to me 😂#but dang they're cute#the kind of dish i'd make for someone else but not for myself
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If I was in a lucid dream with a ghost, I would simply impress them with my blunt rolling skills
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#mdzs au#MDZS disco elysium au#This is brought to you by my Scrambled Egg brain - slowly burning up as I try to finish a long comic for this AU.#I hoped it would be done several days ago but I've changed things so many times....It is now Very Close to being done!#I probably should have just posted each page daily but at this point I'm just being stubborn. I want it complete and together.#Ruining the surprise a bit to say 'yeah its a digital art comic'#But its been tricky figuring out the style I want to use for it!#hence the swaths of MSpain(t) doodles that boil down to 'how would this look if I did X?'#I wanted to do a fully Black & White Ink style. But I scrapped it. Then I did small bits of colour. And scrapped it. Sigh.#This comic started out as just the first panel and then my brain went 'hold on. Its time to make a dumb joke'#Any disco elysium fans who finished the game probably know the scene I'm doing for the *actual* comic after seeing this <3#Anyways I know in my heart LWJ would roll the worst blunts ever his first time. And then dedicate himself to the rolling craft-#-until he has finally mastered it. He would roll blunts so good that people would hire him and pay him a monthly salary for it.#But he declines. His master blunts are for his beloved and his beloved alone.#wwx would roll above average but after having lwj do it for him he can ever go back.
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❝Jealousy, Jealousy❞
ANGST ANGST ANGST.
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PAIGE STOOD WORDLESSLY amongst her teammates as they drowned themselves in conversations with fans. There was obnoxious chatter happening in every direction and yet the blonde could only focus on one conversation, her girlfriend's. She covetously watched the encounter between her girlfriend and a player from the opposing team, a tall lanky guard with a sharp jaw and dark curls.
Eight minutes, they had been talking for eight unbearably incessant minutes, and not once had either of them looked away from each other. Paige would know, because the entire time she had been glaring staring over at them. Even during the times where she was taking pictures with her fans, signing shoes and jerseys and one impressively knitted scarf, she couldn't fight the uncontrollable itch to glance their way.
As far as the blonde knew, her girlfriend didn't have any friends on the team they had faced, and when she saw the way the dark haired girl caressed her girlfriend's arm, she figured she was right. With flared nostrils and a firmly clamped jaw, Paige exited the gym.
She found herself alone in the locker room, carelessly shoving her things into her bag. She clenched and unclenched her fist, wanting needing so badly to hit something. She debated obliterating the very locker she sat at, her breathing involuntarily rigid as the image of her girlfriend's twinkling eyes staring at that other player with the most adulating gaze she had ever seen popped into her mind.
Just this morning they had been cuddled up in bed, lazily pecking each other's lips and whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears. Now, Paige questioned how many other girls had touched her girlfriend without hindrance, how many of them had inveigled her into things with nothing more than a compliment and an empty promise. The blonde thought back to all the 'new friends' that her girlfriend had gone out with, how many drunken nights she had had.
There was a chance that this wasn't the first time her girlfriend was friendly with another girl, this was just the first time Paige had seen it with her own eyes.
The locker room became flooded with the rest of her teammates, their laughter abhorrent to Paige's ears. She rolled her eyes and leaned back against the locker, pretending to be focused on her phone. In reality, she was carefully watching her girlfriend in her peripheral.
The girl moved through the locker room care-free, a beaming smile plastered onto her face. She had yet to approach Paige, congratulate her for playing well and lovingly kiss her forehead. It was their post-game ritual, and she hadn't done it. Paige, without so much as a glance in her team's direction, left the locker room. Unbeknownst to her, her girlfriend's eyes had been following her the entire time.
⋆。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。
The elevator ride up to the hotel room was eerily silent; the kind of silence that forced the fear of breaking it to bubble inside you, the kind that triggered that nauseating ringing in your ears. Paige was leaned against the back wall, her eyes refusing to leave her phone screen for even just a moment to meet my pleading gaze.
She hadn't uttered a single word to me since before the start of tonight's game. In the beginning I had mistaken it for the inevitable act of her exhaustion consuming her, but I had soon come to realize that only I was being given the cold shoulder. We hadn't even done our post-game ritual, I had been so engrossed in the conversation I was having that I hadn't gone to find her. When I did, she was nowhere to be found.
I figured that I'd run into her once we got to the locker room, but something seemingly important had been occupying her mind and I wanted to leave her to her thoughts. On the bus, she sat beside KK and they talked the whole way back to the hotel. Assuming she had sorted out whatever it was she had been giving so much thought, I attempted to talk with her, only to be callously brushed off.
Now, as she stood as far away from me in the elevator that she physically could, I concluded that I was being ignored.
A ping rang in our ears and Paige took off down the hallway not even a second after the doors had parted. I disheartenedly trailed after her, my excitement from the win quickly diminishing the longer Paige and I went without speaking. It was common for her to shut down like this, to become moody and irritable, but she never went as far as to shut me out so blatantly.
"Paige?" I called out to her, hesitation evident in my tone.
She didn't answer, only pushing the door open to the wall to allow me to enter before it closed. She negligently discarded her bag in the corner of the room, immediately moving to plug her phone up on the charger. I watched her scroll for a minute, her face weirdly expressionless and her jaw screwed shut.
I then pulled out my own phone, opening up the search engine to locate the nearest food spots that stayed open this late. "I'm gonna order Chinese, what do you want?" I asked. Again, I was met with ominous silence. Paige aggressively dropped her phone down onto the nightstand, leaving to the bathroom and switching on the light. Frustrated with the way she was treating me, I slammed my phone down onto the table and stormed after her. "Okay, enough of the silent treatment Paige, what's your problem?"
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, and just when I thought she'd ignore me once more, her head snapped in my direction. Looking intently into her eyes, I saw nothing but pure rage looking back at me.
"My problem?!" she yelled, pointing toward herself.
"Yes, your problem, Paige!" I snapped back, "You haven't said a single thing to me since the game ended and when I try to talk to you, you don't even answer me!"
"You ever think to yourself that maybe I just don't wanna talk Y/N? Maybe i'm tired, or in a bad mood, or maybe i'm just sick of hearing your fucking voice nagging in my ear all the time!"
Disbelief shined brightly in my eyes at her words. She had never, in the four years of us knowing each other, said anything as harsh and cruel as that. I slowly nodded my head, literally and figuratively taking a step back from her.
"Well, I guess it's the latter 'cause you had no problem talking it up with KK on the way here," I seethed, turning on my heel and walking back over to my phone.
I heard Paige scoff from the bathroom before she too exited, cheeks flushed and eyebrows knitted together.
"Oh stop acting like you care, we win our first away game of the season and you don't even look in my direction. Not a cheesy smile or a forehead kiss, too busy talking to whoever the fuck that other girl is!" she shouted.
I frowned, and only spoke after taking a while to gather my thoughts. "Is that what this is about? I didn't do your stupid fucking post-game ritual and now you're all butt-hurt because of it?!"
"Stupid?! Okay," she nodded, "remember that." Paige swiftly headed back into the bathroom, turning on the shower and closing the door.
That's it?
She was just done with the argument? Did she really think I was just planning to let her leave like that -- leave me standing there without the last word? Not a chance. So, I did what any sane girlfriend would do, I followed after her.
"We're not done, Paige!" I yelled, opening the door. She stood there, clad in only her boxers and a sports bra, looking down at me with an unimpressed expression. "You don't get to just walk away whenever you feel like it! We're in the middle of a conversation and whether you like it or not, we're going to stand here and talk like two adults."
Paige let out a heavy sigh, her head falling back as she looked up at the ceiling. Then, she turned to me and walked closer, leaning against the doorframe.
"You can talk all you want, I'm done listening." With that, the door was slammed in my face.
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Rush Hour played lowly on the television, and Paige and I sat on separate beds as we ate our dinner. Both of us had showered and packed our bags to leave in the morning, there was nothing left to do, nothing left but makeup with my girlfriend.
The anxiety of going to sleep with so many things being left unsaid was eating away at me, and I could feel the tears as they stung my eyes. I pushed my food aside, fiddling with my fingers as I turned to face her. My elbows rested on my knees, a copy of Paige's position as she continued to ignore me for the movie.
"I'm sorry for calling our ritual stupid," I paused, "I didn't mean it." This caught her attention, I could tell by the way her ears ever so slightly perked up at the sound of my voice. Still, she refused to answer or look at me. Although the sigh I released was laced with defeat, I persisted in my efforts to get her to talk. "You know I hate going to bed angry with each other. Will you please just talk to me?"
I was begging at this point, practically on my knees ready to tell her whatever she needed to hear. I watched her cautiously as she set down her fork and swiped a napkin across her lips. Slowly but surely, her body turned toward mine. A sign that I was making progress.
"Who is she?" Her voice came out in a strained whisper, nothing like the tone she had taken with me just an hour before.
Confused by the question, I answered it with another, "Who is who?"
She blew out a hard breath and shut her eyes for a split second. "The guard from earlier. You were talking to her after the game," she finally looked at me, "who is she?"
As I quietly put the pieces together in my head, realization became apparent on my face. My eyebrows rose dramatically, my lips parted in shock as I finally came to understand exactly what Paige was asking, or more importantly...why.
"Wait, a-are you jealous?" I questioned, "Is that what this has been about? This entire time I thought you were actually upset and you were just jealous?"
Paige narrowed her eyes at me, "Just answer the question Y/N."
"She is a cousin on my mom's side. We were talking because we didn't think we'd get to ever play each other, but since she missed a season due to injury, she got to stay another year. This is the first time her team is in the same conference as ours," I explained.
Paige felt completely and utterly stupid, I could tell by the way her ears turned red and her eyes darted around the room. I took my lip in between my teeth, patiently awaiting her reply. When she eventually did work up the courage to speak, she did it with her hands over her face.
"Well, now I feel like an ass," she mumbled.
"You should."
She frowned at me.
"The way you treated me tonight really hurt my feelings," I told her, "and you did it all because you were too blinded by your assumptions to ask me a simple question."
Her face softened at my words, guilt written all over it. I couldn't help but wonder how many things she had said to herself about me that she now wished to take back, the things that she was thankful I hadn't heard her say under her breath or behind my back, the things she prayed to God about -- asking so desperately for forgiveness.
Her face told me she had done it all. As I stared blankly at her lips, thinking about the tongue that lay hidden behind them, the thought of kissing away the argument felt wrong. It felt like the feeling of her tongue on mine would burn me, the unrelenting pain of her distasteful words cooking my mouth to a crisp. Her ill-mannered comments seeping into me from the heated contact.
"Y/N, i'm sorry," she spoke sincerely, "i'm sorry for making assumptions, for ignoring you, for blowing up when all you were tryna do was talk to me. I hate the way I acted tonight, but I can't take it back. So i'm begging you to forgive me."
It was my turn to be silent. Of course I would forgive her, she was my Paige and at the end of the day I wanted her to be the one I ran home to. But in order to do that, we had to have trust.
"Before I forgive you, there's something very important that you need to understand," she nodded for me to continue, "our relationship is built off of trust. If we don't have that, we don't have anything. Don't you ever again in your life blow up on me like that over something you don't fully understand, whether you know it or not."
"I got it," she said.
"Good."
"So...Does that mean i'm forgiven?" a shy smile crept onto her face as she asked this.
"Depends," I said, "are you gonna let me have your egg roll or not?"
Paige smirked, "Only if you come over here and get it."
"Are you trying to seduce me into forgiving you?" I scoffed.
"I don't know...Is it working?"
I slowly stood up from my place on the bed, walking over to stand in front of her. I leaned closer to her and whispered, "Not even a little," before grabbing the egg roll from her plate and leaving her shocked.
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Not sure if this ending is even good cus there was no makeup sex😔
BUTTT i wrote this cus i was bored and couldn't sleep (its literally 4:07 am pls save me) but i hope yall enjoy this
#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#wlw post#angst with a happy ending#does paige give Y/N the egg roll or nah?
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Happy Birthday Deuce!
K*-fi
#twisted wonderland#trey clover#twst#deuce spade#sketch#i used deuces bday rolls to get culinary crucible cards cuz i was dying.....#and i got.....a mafia eel ssr#im being heckled by the mafia on this wholesome egg boy day
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i've been thinking about tallulah's situation; being cared for by her grandparents, uncles, and aunties, everyone but her "actual" parent. everyone assumes her grandpa is her dad because he's the only one around. most people refer to her as philza's daughter
yet, while she spends most days with philza, there are days when she's passed from guardian to guardian. on those days she's not sure who'll be the one to feed her, to protect her, to sing her to sleep. and, y'know, that isn't an uncommon or outlandish experience for children of busy or erratic parents. it was mine. i'm sure many viewers see themself in her whenever she thanks her uncles for food or asks about her father; clearly forever did, in his stream today.
the thing is, i rarely see a nomadic childhood like hers depicted as it is on the QSMP -- as warm, loving, and gladly given to tallulah by the other parents. it is so heartwarming to see the love that everyone on the island has for tallulah. people choose to care for her even if it's an extra responsibility because they love her. QSMP shows us how a true community is there for the children who need them, without pause and regardless of filiation. these cubitos love all the eggs, not only their own. it's beautiful.
#forever's reaction made me want to voice this thing i was rolling around back when Bad was regularly caring for Tallulah#qsmp#tallulah soot#qsmp tallulah#qsmp eggs#wilbur soot#philza minecraft#forever player#m
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never drawn a baby in my life so i had to try a bunch of ways for a shot in an amv i wanna make, i think think one was cutie
#he got hair cause he had more time to develop since hes a egg critter#and i dont like how newborns look#jrwi#jrwishow#jrwi riptide#riptide#art#gillion tidestrider#jrwi gillion#gillion#just roll with it#dnd
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#petfinder#catfinder#cat#kitten#kitty#bonded pair#food mention#egg roll#wonton#brown tabby#mackerel tabby#spotted tabby#nj#new jersey#1k
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Apple Pie Egg Rolls
#apple pie#apple#egg rolls#rolls#baking#cinnamon#cinnamon sugar#fruit#egg roll wrappers#dessert#fried#autumn#kids#recipe#fullofplants
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Mini Jalapeño Popper Egg Rolls
#mini#jalapeno#jalapeño poppers#egg rolls#appetizer#game night#munchies#snacks#lunch recipes#lunchtime#lunch#dinner#toya's tales#style#toyastales#toyas tales#summer#september#cooking#eating#deep fryer#deep fried#bon appetit
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ʚ 🧇 ) Bartholomew Bear Jellycat Stimboard!!
with breakfast food stims!!
I hope everyone is having a great morning (or other timezone!!) :D
ʚ credits ) 1 , 2 , 3 | 4 , 5 , 6 | 7 , 8 , 9
#ʚ 🌐 ) my stimboards#stim blog#stimmy#stimblr#visual stim#stimboard#stim#jellycat stimboard#plushie stimboard#food stim#breakfast stim#syrup srim#waffle stim#pancake stim#egg stim#bacon stim#french toast stim#brown stim#tan stim#white stim#red stim#cooking stim#sfw interaction only#sfw agere#sfw agere community#cinnamon roll stim
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Lan Wangji might be an unstoppable force, but Xie Lian has 800+ years of practice of being an immovable object.
(poll results here for context)
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#bonus comic#The most resounding conclusion the community came to agree on is thar Xie Lian is bad at cooking on purpose#and is stubborn to the point of refusing to let go of this feature (not a bug) of himself.#though if you practice being bad at something on purpose you do just…get bad.#Poor lan wangji probably had to watch him do horrendous food crimes in the kitchen.#crushing eggs in his fists and throwing it into the bowl or pan (shell and all).#Burning water. Throwing in ingredients based on the roll of a dice. Putting in leaves and cool rocks he found.#He is living his best life mind you. And I think as long as he is happy then let him make his potions.#This is *his* version of art therapy. It just shouldnt be fed to anyone.#lwj would probably try to make it more theraputic after realizing that the bad cooking skills were on purpose. But even then XL is a rock.#he will not do anything he does not want to. Including processing feelings.#Don't idealize that btw. You will do yourself no favours by ignoring hard emotions. Love and peace everypony; Its a hard world out there.#Hua Cheng and wwx hung out during all of this and have since become hunting buddies.#Sometimes its birds sometimes it's each other. For sport.
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no thoughts just siren billy on the brain right now
#im gonna make sashimi rolls out of him#zzz official art#zzzero#zenless zone zero#zenlesszonezero#billy kid#nicole demara#anby demara#nekomata#nekomiya mana#how do i make this about billycole#yall think he can lay eggs#artist: akka_0510 on twt
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Garlic butter pizza egg rolls
#egg rolls#pizza#cheese#appetizer#food#garlic butter#garlic#egg roll#pepperoni#pepperoni pizza#marinara#tomato sauce#cheese sticks#tasty#foodporn#delicious#cooking#food photography#foodgasm#recipe
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