#she has food in the kitchen

[luna-the-cretar]

My dog is watching me eat my dinner, and actually WHIMPERING because I won’t give her the food. Like, girl, it has a shit ton of onions. I’m not about to poison you.

[disabled-dragoon]

Cats are so fun. Today she has:

Invited herself into my room and meowed a hello the moment the door was open then immediately left when she realised I was leaving

Tried to lick off my moisturiser

Growled at my speaker when there was a barking noise in a song

Repeatedly come up to me and booped her head against my chin for a kiss despite the fact I was not in a boopable position

Ran out the room the moment I picked up my perfume bottle

She's currently on the floor playing with a discarded hair tie as I write this. I do not know where she has pulled it from but at this point I'm convinced she has a stash.

[cake-emu]

seen ppl on Twitter all "Carla doesn't cook but here she is chopping veggies for Lisa" and I will not be hearing this, no no no, Carla does cook, she's just frequently bad at it, and what I find so mind-bendingly endearing about that is that she doesn't let that stop her. she always keeps trying at it (except on Christmas Day), and sod what anyone says about it

[petz5]

Any adult Rankane hcs?

Akane's a better teacher than ranma bc 1. she was trained normally lmao and 2. she's just better at explaining the steps in general (i take this from the fact she's often used as a narrator for the audience and explains how moves are being done while ranma tends to just silently watch and copy)

Ranma is the one who cooks most of the time (but will choke down akane's food whenever she tries)

Ranma's clinginess is also dialed up even more, u know she's just leaning on her and draping her arms around her and whatnot constantly without even thinking abt it and bugging her to pay attention to her

I also think ranma desperately needs some sort of non-martial arts hobby but idk what it'd be.....

Speaking of martial arts the only way i'll accept the popular "ranma agrees to train akane" hc thats sooo prevalent as if akane isn't literally an accomplished black belt in her own right is if it's a mutual agreement where ranma teaches her the saotome style and she teaches her the tendo style

Oh also ranma figures out she's a trans girl at some nebulous point lmao

[ratwithhands]

Hi Hello apparently I didn't empty my tank yet.

So fun general headcanon: Emmet likes to cook. He makes most of the meals in the house and often brings homemade food to special events as a way to show his appreciation of whoever he has over. It's how he relieves stress, shows affection, tries new things, it's one of his key interests beyond battling.

This has slightly different connotations in Battle Addict. See Emmet studies the physical properties of pokemon, how they tick and how to make them stop ticking. A key part of his studies is sketching pokemon and outlining their internal structures, but there's no teacher like experience. His favourite way to improve his knowledge is dealing with the subject hands on, and cooking is a very good way to do that. He specifically practices butchery, breaking pokemon down section by section, noting the musculature, skeletal structure, and organs inside. This information helps him to find weakness in an opponent's pokemon while knowing how to cover his own.

This also serves as bonding time for him and Ingo because Ingo gets to be sous chef while Emmet turns a monster into mincemeat. He hands him the different tools he needs and they converse while Emmet slices and picks apart the carcass. Emmet also gets to explain the inner workings of the pokemon, which both of them enjoy analyzing and discussing.

The book Emmet is holding is his "butchery book", which is really just a collection of different biology textbooks he uses as guides to best break down carcasses. They always end up getting messy and after a certain point, he just stops caring and uses it, dirty as it may be. They have to be stored in a sealed container away from their other study materials, and are only ever brought out for processing. Emmet is probably the only person who can stand to be next to the stench of the concentrated dried blood throughout the pages, Ingo usually wears some kind of face cover when Emmet is working.

And for those who want to see the real mess of the work:

Washing up is half the labour of studying through butchery.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

every time he steps into the kitchen he invents a new health code violation

follow for more. whatever this is

[saturnniidae]

Hiccup is an okay cook and decent baker, Rapunzel's amazing, Jack and Merida are hopeless when it comes to making food

[varpusvaras]

Thought for Valentine's day: what's more romantic than going out for dinner? Cooking that dinner yourself.

Neither Fox, Breha or Bail know how to cook.

[spacedace]

Here have some fluffy Jon/Damian/Elle (Super Serious Chaos? Super Serious Chaos) where Jon & Elle bully exhausted pre-vet college student Damian into taking a nap with the cruel application of cuddles on the couch:

Jon’s hand was wide and warm against his back as the Kryptonian absently swiped it along Damian’s spine. Meanwhile Elle was intent on gently dragging her nails along Damian’s scalp, fingers soft through his hair. Between the two of them, the soft couch they’d bullied him into getting when they moved into the apartment and the slant of sunlight they were currently all laying in, Damian didn’t have a chance.

He was supposed to be studying. He had an exam next week for his zoology course and it didn’t matter if he knew the information front to back, he was going to get a perfect grade. But then Jon had splayed out on their plush and over-sized couch with some documentary about scientists attempting to grow seeds discovered preserved in permafrost. And Elle had been pestering him about shrimp posture at his desk - he had perfect posture, thank you he was just making sure to get close enough to his study material, his back hurt because he had patrol last night, nothing else - so he’d allowed her to herd him over to study in the living room instead.

And it was a law of the universe that a Kryptonian wearing soft fleece Robin-themed pajamas basking in the sun was always going to be the most comfortable place for a Bat to perch. So he’d sat down beside his boyfriend - no he had not flopped, he’d simply allowed gravity to do the work for him, it was energy conservation, it was practical - and prepared to study as Elle took her own spot curled up sideways in Jon’s lap with her legs tossed over Damian’s. Sun-sleepy Kryptonian’s were an ideal landing place for ghosts with fire cores as well, obviously.

Somewhere along the line his significant others had conspired against him.

It was the only explanation for how his notes ended up tossed on the coffee table haphazardly while he laid face down across the couch in a nest of pillows with his head in Elle’s lap and Jon’s arm curling over his back, eyes drooping as he lost the battle with sleep. Titus, the traitor, had hopped up to lay against his legs, a heavy warm weight drawing him further and further down. Elle had started humming a song somewhere along the time she’d begun playing with his hair, and Jon was giving those low - near imperceptible - rumbling purrs he gave off when content as he traced patterns along Damian’s back.

This was pay back for staying out until five last night on patrol even though he had a class at seven-thirty. He’d told them he would be fine, he’d done far worse on far less sleep. Timothy routinely juggled a dozen or so projects at a time with just an hour or so of sleep ever few days and Damian was far more competent than him. That argument - for all his grumbled weak protests in the face of Jon and Elle’s unimpressed and worried expressions could be called an argument - had apparently not swayed them though. He was fairly certain Jon had texted the family group chat - Damian’s phone had been confiscated upon stumbling returning home from Gotham U on the grounds that he would end up running off to try and join in on one of the cases one of his siblings mentioned if he was allowed to keep it, again - to ban him from patrols for the rest of the week.

He’d have to get his revenge somehow. He couldn’t just let them run roughshod all over his life like that.

Maybe he could make some sù yā for dinner. Elle had picked up fresh bamboo shoots along with some other stuff on her last portal hop when she’d found herself in Guangzhou. And Jon’s grandparents had passed along some carrots and ginger from the farm that they needed to use.

Last time he’d made the dish Jon had almost cried and Elle had glowed so brightly it had looked like the sun had taken up residence in their dining room. The two had nearly set the apartment on fire fighting over the last piece. Their shrieks of despair when they realized Damian had eaten it while they were tussling had been more satisfying than every victory over every enemy he’d ever faced combined.

Yes. A fine vengeance indeed.

But…later. After he’d lulled them into a false sense of security. Let them think they had the upper hand and strike when they least expected it. It wasn’t that he was falling asleep. No. It was tactical. And had nothing at all to do with the surge of affection and warmth and security that came with having them so close, doting on him. He was tactically allowing himself to appear vulnerable. Nuzzling closer and tightening his hold on them where he’d wrapped his arms around the two was a ruse.

Jon squeezed back, tight enough to press the air out of Damian’s lungs and sooth away some of the latent anxiety over his upcoming test. Elle swiped a lock of hair that’d fallen into his eyes away, palm curling around his cheek and thumb softly stroking along his temple. On the TV scientists droned on about soil composition and growth rates of similar modern plants. Titus gave one of those low grumbling whines that meant he’d fallen asleep where he was curled up against Damian’s legs and was happily dreaming.

Damian allowed his eyes to close. Content to drift to sleep in the arms of the two menaces he loved most in the world.

[torchickentacos]

Attempting to convince my mom to let me bring a new mac and cheese recipe for thanksgiving. Wish me luck

[socialjust-ish]

Was at a friend's house with my dog and we were chatting in the living room. Dog was resting but not asleep.

My dog is not a quiet or graceful dog. She gets from point A to point B loudly and directly. This often involves unsuccessfully trying to walk under a table or between a table's legs. She has nails that go "click-clack" when she walks on hard surfaces.

But as we were chatting she spotted something (I'm assuming a mouse) in the kitchen.

And she silently and quickly got up and full bore dashed into the kitchen to try and catch it.

But she was utterly silent while she did it. She weaved through the living room table legs (which she famously cannot successfully weave through) and made it to the kitchen (about 15 feet) without a sound.

It was like she switched into "serious" mode for just a second.

Then, unsuccesful in catching her prey, she walked back to her spot, bumped the table, and groaned so loudly while lying down you could hear it upstairs.

[cobra-creampuff]

people who see someone frantically shoving food into their mouth and think they're rude or gluttonous or whatever are... well "unspeakably naive" is the nicest possible way to phrase it.

[angelsdean]

literally why is being in the kitchen with your mother one of the most infuriating experiences

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinking about fallout 4 against my will

[swagging-back-to]

my roommate just tried to tell me i cant use the kitchen after 9pm. like, completely seriously

^^^ what i want to happen to her