gourmet night

Dinner

Misha x Reader

Word Count: 557

Warnings: angst, fluff, mild language.

A/N: This is a somewhat late submission for @deanwinchester-smut’s RPF Day Challenge. My prompt was “Please except this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.” Sorry it’s a little bit late. I’ve been practically living at work lately.

Originally posted by misha-reedus

Of course, he did it again. You had been at work for over twelve hours, and what was your fiance’s question when you walked in the door?

“Hey babe, what’s for dinner?”

Asshole. He had been home for at least two hours before you even got to clock out, and he was asking you to cook dinner? That wasn’t going to do it for you.

So, you slammed a can of soup on the counter and smiled, gritting your teeth. He accepted the gesture, his face sinking as he watched you snarl. Then, you retreated to your room, slamming the door.

And now, you were smashing your face into your pillow as you sprawled out on your bed. You had been hungry, until your confrontation with Misha. Sure, your stomach was growling, but you didn’t want to eat. You were way too upset. Not only because you had worked extra hours that day, and he had to know you were fucking exhausted. But, the whole thing was out of character for the man you had been with for over three years.

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‘Deux Jours, Une Nuit’ (Two Days, One Night), Jean-Pierre Dardenne & Luc Dardenne

Everytime I feel like a beggar, a thief coming to take their money. They look at me, ready to hit me. I feel like I’m hitting them too.

anonymous asked:

Dazai looking after himself: he doesn't. he wears the same set of clothes for three days straight. he barely eats. he smells really bad. there is o d o r. Dazai looking after his family: three course gourmet meals every night. pristine, neatly-folded clothes left in a neat pile on the bed every morning. the kids arrive to school on time every day. they are SO clean. they practically sparkle. the neighbours are terrified of how a creature like dazai could create such perfect, sparkly children.

XD This is so true, though! I’m dying! XD

Yeah, as cliche as it sounds, Chuuya and the kids are his lifeline. He loves them so much, and he can’t imagine living in a world without them. And he’s not perfect. No way. He still struggles a lot and maybe he’s a little less skilled at taking care of himself than he should be as a father, but he tries and whenever he falls Chuuya’s there to help him get right back up.

Pink Yarn

Pairing: KotoMaki brotp
Side/Mentioned Pairings: NicoMaki, KotoUmi
Words: 768
Rating: G
Summary: Maki decides it’s time she learned how to knit.  Not for anyone specific, though–of course not.  Kotori teaches her how.


When Maki borrows the knitting needles from Kotori, she tells herself it’s for strictly professional reasons.

Her motives are simple.  Learning how to craft simple, handmade gifts is a necessity to convey a sort of gratitude that calls for more than just a run to the store for a bland, generic product. After spending Christmas after Christmas opening presents not suited to her tastes—boring baroque sheet music, a full DVD collection of the year’s hottest soap opera, thick textbooks about politics and the economy, a whole jewelry box filled with big, gaudy necklaces that look like thick wads of chainmail—Maki has long since learned that not all happiness can be bought with money.  Having a rich and busy father does that to you.  Personalized gifts that take blood, sweat, and tears to construct trump any snooty, ostentatious presents.

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Gourmet Pizza - Main Street in New Paltz, NY

I was in New Paltz over the weekend visiting Katie C. While she was in the shower, her one roommate John wanted to get pizza. Do you really think I would ever let someone go get pizza alone? No. Now, it was 1 am at the time so most people would expect all the pizzerias to be closed for the night. However, as New Paltz is a college town full of drunk college bros and college hoes, they have not one but TWO pizzerias open ‘til at least 2 am nightly. The one we settled on was Gourmet Pizza on Main Street. I got a chicken bacon ranch as it looked pretty cool while John got a sicilian and something else (I’m not really too sure what though, to be honest). My slice was above average, but still nothing to write home about. It kinda tasted like it had parmesan cheese on it even though it didn’t. John said his slices only tasted as good as they did because of how hungry he was, so that’s not very reaffirming either. He’s also said that he’s never gotten a fresh slice of pizza from Gourmet, no matter the time of day. Pretty solid for upstate pizza, but in the grand scheme of things it’s nothing worth going out of your way for. If you’re starving at one in the morning though, you definitely want to scope this spot out.

-Tom

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You are braver than you believe” she used to say. “stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think”.

I always worry that I will never believe in myself in the way that my mother believes in me.

I don’t know how to be brave without her. I don’t know what I’d do if I wasn’t able to sit down with her and talk in the way that we do. I can’t do that with anyone else. No one else knows me to the depth that she does. No one else knows just what to say, and just when to say it. She knows my fears without me voicing them, and knows how to help me without saying one word.

I don’t know how to be strong without her. Even if I don’t voice it often, it’s on my mind. She may not always be the best mom. She isn’t the best if the best means never getting angry. She isn’t the best if the best means cooking a gourmet meal every night that her kids will reminisce about thirty years later at Christmas dinner. She isn’t the best if the best means wearing black stilettos and red lipstick. She wears yoga pants and has her hair in a bun most days. That isn’t what “the best” means to me. The best to me means imperfections.

She isn’t the best if that’s what the best means. I’m not necessarily the best daughter either. She’s not perfect, but God, she always makes us feel loved no matter what. Every effort she puts in to make her children the happiest people on the planet see through, even if we don’t thank her nearly enough for it. She may not always think she’s the greatest, but i swear she’s braver than she believes and stronger than she seems. I hope to be even half the woman she is when I’m her age.

She taught me that you don’t always have to have music playing to have a good time. She taught me to be kind to everyone, but to be a bitch when necessary. She taught me to stand up for everyone, especially for the Will Willson’s and Siliq Hale’s of this world. And myself. She taught me to not care about the people that are bringing me down, and she taught me to rise above them. Success is the best revenge, after all. She taught me that having no one but yourself is better than having lots of fake friends. She taught me that it’s possible to get out of the worst situations in life, to never give in to the nagging voice in your head saying, “Just do it, life would be better without you in it, anyways”. She taught me that even the person you think you’ll spend the rest of your life with can turn into your worst nightmare. She taught me that you don’t have to be thanked to do nice things for people. The feeling you get in the pit of your stomach for doing something kind for another is thankful enough. Most importantly, she taught me to follow my instincts. If you have kids and a good house and a life to live, but you aren’t happy, get the hell away from whatever is causing the sadness. No matter what you have to do to get rid of it, no matter how long it takes, don’t die knowing you were unhappy with something you could have fixed.

She taught me that, sometimes, no combination of words can express the pure love and appreciation a person brings to you. I love you.

—  emmuuhhhhhh

Touhouary Day 12: Sakuya Izayoi

Favourite Themes: Flowering Night, The Maid and The Pocket Watch of BloodLunar Clock~Luna Dial (Christ, I can’t believe I completely forget this one ;_; Haven’t listened to the EoSD OST lately)

Favourite Theme Remixes: Night of Nights-COOL&CREATEFlowering Night (Carnivalize Remix)-Astrolmeria Records

I think Sakuya is in a lot of people’s favourites. Being an elegant knife-throwing maid that can stop time is pretty cool I guess. She’s also very loyal to her mistress, Remilia. I seem to like characters that have like, dedicated themselves to other characters. I don’t really know what that says about me ;_;

Also that Cool&Create remix was one of the first Touhou songs I ever heard (mainly through those nico douga videos where they remix Yu-Gi-Oh clips to Night of Nights and Gourmet Race…)