#without the oven mitts

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Beginning to wonder if I need to put the blog on hiatus again because as things progress I’m having growing issues focusing

[bluebellhairpin]

i think i burnt my fingerprint off finally today lmao

[joons]

i say this every time i listen to folklore, but "when you are young, they assume you know nothing" and "i'm only seventeen, i don't know anything" is WHYYYY betty/james is so good, so so good

[raevenlywrites]

I babygirl'd too close to the sun :(

[purple-sea-dragon]

he will be baked soon alhamdulillah

[theeternalmechanic]

I am the stupidest motherfucker on planet earth

[princeminnow]

when im big im usually happy bein big and when im small im usually happy bein small.. except when i wanna make something that needs the oven or kettle or sharp knives. little me knows he’s too little for that stuff, so tea has to wait unfortunately

(dni nsfw/kink)

[robotskilledmygrandma]

Uhhhh be prepared for lots, majority due to being a chef and working with sub par equipment.

Dont be a chef, too many injuries, burns and cuts.

scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife

[softdaysahead]

Bacon jalapeno Swiss cheese egg sandwich please love me and be kind

[strawberry-jackalope]

packing yesterday and I caught my thumbnail on something and tore it a little, and today it's ripped into the quick at an awkward angle that can't be cut without going further into the quick and can't be filed bc you can't get underneath it, so now it just keeps catching on everything else and sending stupid flares of pain into my hand

[frownyalfred]

Examples of Bruce’s “Dad Strength” as witnessed by various Robins throughout the years:

can and will bodily pick up any new Robin and bail as soon as gunfire starts on patrol

one time Bruce got out, physically ripped off a broken part of the Batmobile, and threw it in the backseat so he and Jason could keep chasing someone in the Narrows

ran home with Nightwing over his shoulder when he got shot

frequently lifts sewer grates/manhole covers like they weigh nothing

does push-ups with Robins on his back for a challenge

held onto the side of a building with just his fingers for ten minutes once when Steph’s grapple line broke and he had to help her back up

pulls hot dishes from the oven without mitts sometimes for Alfred (insists scar tissue on his hands means he can’t feel it, nobody fully believes him)

Damian swears he saw him kick a tree down once during training. A big tree.

Dick frequently catches him unscrewing screws in his prototypes with his bare fingers

Punches through walls????

can drink nothing but straight black coffee for several days before any signs of discomfort (this freaks out everyone but Tim)

[gibbearish]

tmi warning but like straight up in my very first appointment for vaginismus physical therapy the therapist started inserting and got MAYBE to her first knuckle and i was already in a good amount of pain so she stopped and asked where on the pain scale i was at n i said around 2 or 3 and she's like "ok yeah that's too much so we're gonna wait right here, i'm not gonna move until it doesnt hurt ok? and if that means we stay right here for the rest of the appointment then that's what we'll do, we're listening entirely to your body on this" so seeing someone else be like "im in excruciating pain the whole time and it's ruined my psyche, i sure wish there was a way to do it without the pain" im just like. THERE IS THERE IS THERE REALLY IS ITS NOT HOPELESS PLS TRUST ME!!!

[britishchick09]

the 'we're not candy' psa...

and the full version!!! :o

[demigods-posts]

i'm curious to know how percy's invincibility affected him outside of the battlefield. like, was he taking pans out of the oven without the oven mitts? was he falling asleep in every other class period? was he banned from the capture the flag for the remainder of the summer?

[rugessnome]

huh. I don't think I have significant experience with literary criticism but I'm afraid I tend to talk/write like this in certain contexts.

I think in my case it might be related to studying math and spatial relationships there affecting how I think.

(this somehow reminds me of how my linear algebra prof, a very sober and fairly soft-spoken sort of man whose occasional dry humor could potentially be mistaken for a lack thereof, talked about vectors living in vector spaces—it gives me the same sort of feeling as Data's bit in Star Trek: Generations about "you precious little life forms")

Me reading literary criticism: Why are you writing like that. Bestie just write normal

[emmyrosee]

Okay hear me out…

Trying to surprise Sukuna with breakfast in bed but it goes wrong and Sukuna wakes up smelling smoke and us making a mess in the kitchen. He scolds us a little ofc but it’s all soft and fluffy still. You can make up the ending I just think this is a sweet concept lol.

I’m a sucker for bfs who fix our messes 🤭

of course he could smell fire. but sukuna's mind merely brushed it off.

in his dream, the smell of smoke appeared as a campfire himself and megumi, of all people, had started. it smells strong, like he can physically taste the smoke.

then, in his dream, there's an incessant beeping, one that comes out of Megumi's mouth in place of words.

But finally, he hears you scream in the real world. And his eyes fly open to wake up, his head spinning from the sudden shift from sleep to cognizance. Without a moment to spare, he barrels from the bed into the kitchen, dark clouds of smoke dancing in the air. There’s a baking sheet of burned cinnamon rolls crashed onto the floor- you, cradling your hand not far from it- a pan with a burnt egg sizzling on the stove, and the toaster smoking from whatever contents have now been roasted inside of it.

"What the fuck!" He snarls, grabbing a dish towel and waving it around to break up the dark clouds of smoke near the fire alarm. He leans over to shut off the stove and pop the toaster up, heat coating his arm You wince at the pain on your palm, and he furrows his brows, "fuck sake, go run it under water! What’re you doing grabbing things out of the oven with no mitt, you freak!"

"I couldn't find it!" you whimper, making your way to the sink to, in fact, run your hand under the cold water, hissing at the sting before letting yourself cry softly, be it from the pain or the stimulation of everything at once, Sukuna doesn’t know yet.

Just as soon as the chaos started, it ended, the smoke alarm silencing and the only noise being your whimpers and the running sink. He pants softly and cards a hand through his messy bed head, tossing away the rag and coming up to wrap his big arms around you. You bury your face in the fabric of his nightshirt, crying quietly.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you,” you whimper, and he sighs and rests his head on yours. “I know you’ve been working a lot… I thought I would surprise you.”

“You surprised me alright,” he grumbles, gently cradling the back of your head. “I told you, the oven in my apartment is fucking weird, don’t mess with it. And you did. Now you’re hurt.”

“Breakfast is ruined,” you sniffle, and he pulls back with a scrunched face.

“Breakfast is- babe, you literally have blisters on your hand!” He snips. “Who cares about breakfast, I’m worried about your damn hand!”

You wince slightly at his words, and he groans again, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. We can always remake breakfast. Your third degree burns are my concern right now. Since your goofy ass grabbed a damned cookie sheet square out of the oven.”

You wipe your nose with the back of your hand, “‘m not goofy,” you pout. He tucks in his lips to try and fight back the smirk that wants to spread on his face, not wanting to make you feel worse.

“How’s your hand?” He asks after a few beats of silence, pulling back to gently grab your hand and inspect the blistering burn, which you whine at clench your palm at. “I know, I know,” he soothes. Then, he presses a kiss to each of your fingers, playfully biting your pinky to make you giggle and giving you back your hand. “How about we load into the truck and get you some bandaids and a breakfast sandwich, huh? Save what bit of breakfast we can?”

“Okay, kuna.”

“Good,” he says, pulling away. “Go get on shoes. I’ll take care of ya.” When you leave to go get some shoes on, he’s quick to call after you, “I do appreciate you trying to do something nice for me. I knew you always had a soft spot for me.”

You titter and shake your head as you smile at him. “More than you could know, sukuna.”