hamburger patties

It's not just the food that's revolting.

(long story)

Back in my college days, I lived on campus and ate the 20-meals-a-week meal plan at the cafeteria. It was… terrible. Seriously. I know people complain about their college cafeteria all the time, but they still gain their “freshman 15”. I lost mine. The food was disgusting. Sunday spaghetti was made from tomato sauce and Saturday’s cheap hamburgers. One week they didn’t bother ripping up the hamburgers: watery, sauce-tinted, overcooked noodles garnished with dry, leathery, two-day-old hamburger patties. It was still better than the other options. At first, they had a “make your own pizza” line, but removed it because everyone was using it, and “bread isn’t cheap.” I remember seeing a real salad in their “healthy eats” line and getting excited, because it’s hard to screw up salads, only to realize that it was literally floating in oil. The salad on the actual salad bar was not an option; it was changed out every morning, whether it needed it or not. Oh, sorry, I meant the ice in the salad bar. Not the salad, no. A student wrote his initials in the tuna and it remained for a solid week. Sometimes the salad would grow its own salad.

They had a big board set up for student complaints, and they would write responses back. Oddly enough, the board rarely had bad things to say; the manager, may he be haunted by a thousand bedbugs, confessed that he didn’t have time to answer every complaint, but he did read every one, and took the complaints into consideration. And, as far as we could tell, threw away all the ones he didn’t like.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have cooking tips for a college student who's about to start living in an apartment and has zero cooking skills?

Oh man, I could write a book. 

I think there are a few important general words of advice I would give, since otherwise I actually will write a book. This got long, so I’m putting it under a readmore. Readers, feel free to add your own advice, but remember a) please don’t overwhelm our poor student and b) do it as a comment or a reblog, since I don’t post asks written in response to other asks. 

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made my night

same person who submitted about being kept working bc my employers don’t have a replacement for me, even tho they’ve had two months to look; but this is a good story!!

so where i work, we’re open for lunch monday through saturday, and then for dinner wednesday through friday. because wednesday and thursday nights are so slow, only one of us works at a time while the other’s on call if it gets busy. i usually work wednesday night but traded with the manager for thursday (tonight’s thursday the 16th) so i could spend more time with my girlfriend while she was in town. 

it’s generally even slower when i work by myself, no matter what day it is, because i don’t have a car, and customers are used to seeing the boss and manager’s cars parked outside when we’re open, so if there’s no cars outside they assume we’re closed??? even if all FOUR signs say open and all the lights are on and i’m by the window rolling silverware and i literally meet their eyes as they drive by??? and then they’ll come in for lunch the next day asking why we weren’t open?????? which that’s another thing i could rant all night about but anyway. because customers are either too stupid to read the open signs or all the customers hate me and try to avoid the nights i work, sometimes i’ll literally have no one come in for dinner. if i don’t have anyone i’m supposed to let the manager know that no one’s been in and i’ll close early. tonight was one of those nights, where it reached 7pm and no one had come in. i started cleaning up and i was almost done when someone called. UURGH. he wanted to know if we were open. i’m like “yup, we’re open until 8 :)))” like really stressing that so if he wanted to come in and eat he’d come in before closing time.

he turns up about 10 minutes later with a friend and his son. i go through the motions, take their order, etc. i’m kind of zoning out (for lack of a better word) because i was tired, and kind of miffed that i wouldn’t get to go home early, and really miffed that i had to re-dirty the cleaning utensils i’d just washed… i was expecting these guys to keep me there all night like our regulars do, so i was getting to be in a bad mood, but i was still polite. but all while i’m making their food, i can hear the little boy (maybe 2? i’m really bad with guessing child ages, but he knew how to say a few works and could feed himself for the most part) laughing and gurgling which is adorable. i’m not maternal or anything but i love the happy giggly sounds kids make. when i got their food out, each time i set something down the little guy would go “oooooh!” like he was so freaking impressed with the salads and the chopped up hamburger patty i made for him. just…precious boy

the two adults ate really quickly and got a doggy bag for the rest of the kid’s burger. all together they probably spent 20 minutes in the restaurant. while the two guys were finishing their beer they gave the little boy a few fries to munch on, and he ended up dropping one. i swear i heard angels sing when the friend picked it up. i’m sure my other food service workers know just how bad parents are at picking up their children’s messes, but this guy picked up everything the kid dropped.

the dad had a salad and gave the packet of crackers to the son. while he was up paying the little boy was pointing at all of us with the crackers, trying to say “crackers” (it came out sounding like “gecko” aaah!!!!!!) and then suddenly stopped saying it. then he pointed at the friend, the friend said “crackers” and the little boy smiled. then he pointed at me with the crackers, i said “crackers” and he started laughing. he did that a few times and he acted like it was the best thing ever, and it was the cutest thing i’ve seen a kid do since i started working food service. omg and then once when he pointed at me i mimicked the way he was saying crackers (like “gecko”) and he looked so confused like i’m sorry little man i meant crackers

oh, and the dad tipped me 25%!!!! that NEVER happens!! we’re lucky if people tip 10%. most leave 5%

🍖 Spell: Pound of Flesh 🍖

This spell is used to get something back that someone borrowed from you, or to get someone to pay back a debt. Be careful, though, as the energy can be harsh on the debtor.


  • Meat (hamburger patty, hot dog, etc.), tofu, or something that is like meat. This is the metaphorical/slightly literal pound of flesh; it represents what the other person owes you.
  • A metal fork.
  • A piece of paper and a pen with red ink.

Optional ingredients:

  • A red candle


  1. Make sure the meat item is cooked.
  2. Sit at a table at sunrise. Place the meat item on a plate and set it on the other side of the table.
  3. Light the candle, if you have it.
  4. Write the debtor’s name on the paper and put it under the meat item, but on the plate.
  5. Grit your teeth. Look stubborn and absolute. 
  6. Reach across the table and stab the meat item with the fork, then yank it over to your side of the table, leaving the plate. If the paper has stuck to the meat item, burn the paper over the red candle flame.
  7. Eat or dispose of the meat item, and clean up. 

I hope this was helpful! Have a magickal day! ✨

anonymous asked:

Once a customer stopped me when I was zoning health and beauty saying she thought I wasn't there that day because I'm actually a cashier but it was slow so they had pulled me. She said that I'm her favorite cashier and gave me coupons for a free bulk box of fish fillets and one for a bag of hamburger patties. They were the sort you get straight from the manufacturer. I was incredibly grateful being a college student working part time and I'll never forget her.

That is so random and awesome. Those manufacturer coupons are so much better than the regular circulated stuff(received a few myself). Being great at your job pays off even in smalls ways. Smiles, raises, or even the random coupon. Retail/fast food isn’t all that shitty if you look for the silver lining. It’s better if you do so that you’re not so immersed in the worst of it. That’s like poisoning yourself to death. Give yourself a lifeline to keep afloat. -Abby

i learned yesterday that part 4 is sometimes called the “hamburger patty” part because of josuke’s hair and i’m gonna be honest with y’all. i cried about that

Can we make that a unit of measurement?

One Cuil = One level of abstraction away from the reality of a situation.

Example: You ask me for a hamburger.

1 Cuil: If you asked me for a hamburger, and I gave you a raccoon.

2 Cuils: If you asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don’t really exist. Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground.

3 Cuils: You awake as a hamburger. You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips. The world is in sepia.

4 Cuils: Why are we speaking German? A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow. Your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties. You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes. I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe.

5 Cuils: You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger.

You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands.

I give you a hamburger.

You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun.

I give you a hamburger.

You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children’s laughter.

I give you a hamburger.

You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound.

I give you a hamburger.

6 Cuils: You ask me for a hamburger. My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons. Across a variety of hidden dimensions you are dismayed. John Lennon hands me an apple, but it slips through my fingers. I am reborn as an ocelot.

You disapprove.

A crack echoes through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifts from randomness to a perfect A Flat. Children everywhere stop what they are doing and hum along in perfect pitch with the background radiation. Birds fall from the sky as the sun engulfs the earth. You hesitate momentarily before allowing yourself to assume the locus of all knowledge. Entropy crumbles as you peruse the information contained within the universe. A small library in Phoenix ceases to exist.

You stumble under the weight of everythingness, Your mouth opens up to cry out, and collapses around your body before blinking you out of the spatial plane. You exist only within the fourth dimension. The fountainhead of all knowledge rolls along the ground and collides with a small dog. My head tastes sideways as spacetime is reestablished, you blink back into the corporeal world disoriented, only for me to hand you a hamburger as my body collapses under the strain of reconstitution. The universe has reasserted itself. A particular small dog is fed steak for the rest of its natural life. You die in a freak accident moments later, and you soul works at the returns desk for the Phoenix library.

You disapprove.

Your disapproval sends ripples through the inter-dimensional void between life and death. A small child begins to cry as he walks toward the stairway where his father stands.

7 Cuils: I give you a hamburger.

The universe is engulfed within itself. A bus advertising hotdogs drives by a papillon. It disapproves. An unnatural force reverses Earth’s gravity.

You ask for a hamburger. I reciprocate with a mildly convulsing potato. You disapprove. Your disapproval releases a cosmic shift in the void between birth and life.

You ask for a hamburger. A certain small dog feasts on hamburger patties for the rest of its unnatural, eternal endurance. Your constant disapproval sends silence through everything. A contrived beast becomes omnipotent.

You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger. Your body becomes an unsettled blob of nothingness, then divides by three. The papillon barks. The universe realigns itself. You, the papillon, and the hamburger disapprove. This condemnation stops the realignment. Hades freezes over. A pig is launched is launched into the unoccupied existence between space and time with a specific hamburger.

You ask for a hamburger.

I give you a hamburger.

It screams as you lift it to your face. You laugh maniacally as I plead with you. You devour the hamburger as it pleads for mercy. I disapprove and condemn you to an eternity in a certain void where a certain pig and its specific hamburger are located. The Universal Space-time Continuum Committee disapproves of my irrational decision. You are locked away and are fed hamburgers for the rest of your natural existence. A pickle refuses to break down during the process of digestion. You die in a freak accident. A certain pickle lives the rest of its life in a comatose state. Your soul disapproves. Down the street a child cries as a hamburger gets stuck in, and climbs back up, her esophagus.

You ask again for a hamburger. I refuse to reciprocate. You demand a lawyer. I remind you harshly that this is the new world order. Lawyers no longer exist. Only papillons. Your name is written on a list of sins. Blasphemy.

You ask for a hamburger. The comatose pickle vanquishes your soul from this universe. Realignment occurs.

You beg for a hamburger.

A certain papillon’s name is written on an obelisk in Egypt. Mumble. Peasants worship the obelisk. Your soulless corpse partakes in the festivity. Hamburgers are banned universally. The sun implodes. All planets cease to have ever existed. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto is the only mass in existence. Conveniently, you are on vacation here. Your need for hamburgers re-establishes space-time. Earth is recreated under your intergalactic rule. Hamburgers are your army. You wake up. Clowns. Clowns everywhere. Your dream rushes to meet you. You are kidnapped.

You ask for a hamburger.

They hand you a hotdog.


Got asked about bentos from @emiltherat, so I was thinking that I might post some of the bentos that I make on this blog as well, with short quick recipes for the non-anime items. I hope no one minds! The bentos will generally be posted on weekdays, whereas the recreated recipes are usually posted on weekends and holidays.

The tag will be “#bento ideas” , if you just want to follow me for that, and I will tag recreated recipes that can be used for bentos with that too. 

I also reblog some other people’s bentos at @the-canteen-auntie (my regular food blog) from time to time. Hope that helps!

About my bentos:

I generally make the bentos at night, so that I can just pop them out of the fridge in the morning and head off. Having a selection of ready-to-go stuff (like cherry tomatoes, dried seafood, furikake, umeboshi) helps, and you can always freeze some things like hamburger patties to prepare quickly when you want it, so big batches shouldn’t feel that monotonous (I hope). Even if there is something that lasts me every single day in the week, at least the other dishes are different?

The recipes on here that can be/ have been made into bentos are:

Now for the bentos above (All with rice) :

Bento #1
- Tako Wieners 
- Dried Shrimp
- Salad (Lettuce and Tomatoes)
- Stewed Burdock

(Wash and cut root into slices/quarters, stir fry with a bit of oil, then stew with 1 cup dashi, 3tbsp Soy Sauce, 3 Tbsp Sake, 1 tbsp mirin, until sauce is reduced. If unfamiliar with burdock root, do test a piece to see if cooked.)
-Umeboshi and Seaweed

Bento #2

- Lychee Sweet and Sour Pork (A dinner leftover)
- Cu Liu Bai Cai (Stir-fried Vinegar and Dried Chilli Cabbage)
(Heat oil in a pan and let chopped garlic (4 cloves) and a few pieces of chopped dried chilli fry till fragrant. Chop 1/3 head of cabbage into bite-sized pieces, and stir fry. Take 1/3 cup of stock and pour it in, and let it simmer down as you stir fry. Pour in 1 tbsp black chinese vinegar, stir quickly, and serve)
- Stewed Burdock (yes, again, from the stewed burdock stash)
- Cucumber Salad (kind of hidden)

I also eventually want to recreate some bentos from some shows,  so do look our for that!

Lovers Suite

“What?!” Tyler exclaimed through his phone. Josh sat across from the singer, his legs crossed and eyes glued to the brunette. Tyler stood up from his seat and paced back and forth, running his fingers through his chocolate brown hair frustratedly. Closing his eyes, he hung up and pressed both of his middle fingers against the temples of his head, massaging gently.

“W-what happened, Ty?” Joshua spoke up softly, his voice broke a bit. He was worried slightly, Tyler never got angry, especially at Mark. The singer sat back down next to his band mate, handing over his phone that glowed softly.

“Mark sent me this text,” Looking down at Tyler’s iPhone, he read the texts the two exchanged.
MARK: Hey dude, sorry this is so last minute but the hotel called me and they screwed up on your rooms. Instead the one room with two beds they booked a room with a king sized bed
YOU: Can you call them back and exchange it or whatever so we can get the two beds?
MARK: No dude, the hotels completely booked, there’s some convention going on tomorrow and everyone took everything.

Clearing his throat, Josh looked up to his best friend and forced a smile. “I tried to convince Mark to get us another hotel over the phone just now, he said all the hotels in this area are all booked as well,” Tyler sighed.

“We’re cuddling tonight?” Josh said, nudging the side of his band mate.

“Shut up dude,” Tyler snapped and turned his shoulder over to him. The two sat in silence together, the loud chatter around them grew as more people poured into the lobby of the hotel. After a few minutes with no words exchanged between the two, the singer rested his hand on Josh’s knee and looked over at him. “Well we might as well check in at least,”. Cracking a smile, the pink haired male nodded and stood up with his best friend. As the band mates approached a receptionist, Tyler cleared his throat and forced a smile. “Uhm- we have a room under the name Joseph,”

After a few moments of typing away at her keyboard the receptionist’s eyes lit up, “Aha,” she exclaimed and looked back up at the two, grinning widely. “The lovers suite, yes it’s ready for you two. Here’s your key, if you need any assistance to your room just let me know,”

Snatching the key card from her grip, Tyler scoffed, mumbling an audible “thank you” before taking off to the elevator.

“Ty, wait,” Josh exclaimed, slightly jogging after him. The singer nearly let the doors close in on his friend, but guilt draped over him and he quickly shoved his arm between the closing doors, causing them to open back up. “Dude,” the drummer huffed, looking over at the brunette sternly. “Come on, they just call it that because it has a big bed,”

“Lovers. Suite,” Tyler put emphasis on the T, gritting his teeth and pressing the Floor 8 button. Holding onto the two suitcases, Josh leaned against one of the walls of the elevator and closed his eyes. He was frustrated, not because he had to share beds with Tyler or because Tyler was upset. It was because he wanted the lovers suite. The drummer requested for a lovers suite, he wanted some intimacy with his best friend. And, of course, he knew it was a terrible idea.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened and Tyler swiftly walked out and towards the direction of their room. “Tyler…” Josh sighed and followed after him, practically dragging his feet. “Come on Tyler, I’ll sleep on the floor, you can have the whole bed to yourself,” As the singer approached their room, he glanced back over to his best friend and sighed heavily. He wanted this too, but he was so conflicted with emotions and his own personal relationship that all of his feelings just blended together forming angst and frustration. Before sliding the card to unlock the door, his phone buzzed. Ignoring it, Tyler swung the door open and headed straight to the bed.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor,” the brunette sighed and looked over at Josh as he walked into the room. “I’m just tired…. And hungry,” a small smile cracked on his face as he looked around the room curiously. His phone buzzed again, this time he decided to pull it out of his pocket and check who was texting him.

“Jenna texting you,” The drummer asked, jumping onto the bed next to his bandmate.

“Yeah, she wanted to know if we got to the hotel,”

“Are you two like… Official now,” That question was so big to Tyler. He wasn’t sure how he could answer it. Her name did have a heart emoji next to it, but Josh’s had five. Closing his eyes, he let out a heavy sigh and shook his head slightly.

“I don’t think she’s ready for so much responsibility,” the singer replied, locking his phone before placing it down on the bedside table. Josh kept his eyes locked onto his friend, he was surprised with the response he got.

“Oh,” He muttered and nodded slightly. “So, wanna get some food or maybe watch a film or something,” the pink haired male asked. The brunette nodded with a small smile. Josh sprung off of the bed and picked up the telephone next to their bed. “Whatcha want,” he hummed and over looked the menu that was hidden under the lamp.

“You,” Tyler bravely said, crawling on the bed towards his bandmate. Nearly hanging up the phone, Josh tried to laugh it off but was cut off by Tyler hugging his waist tightly. “Just kidding, I want a grilled cheese and French fries, please,”. Looking up at the drummer, the brunette smiled sheepishly and listened to his best friend order food for the two.

Once Josh hung up, he jumped back onto the bed and turned the TV on. It didn’t have many channels, HBO, the local news channel that seemed like it had a five hundred dollar budget, and infomercials. “Are we gonna watch ‘Pretty In Pink’, 'Get Abs Now!’, 'Look Twenty Years Younger!’, or the weather,” he asked, shifting around on the lumpy bed.

“Well, you have abs, I don’t want to look seven again, and I think we know the weather right now,” Tyler couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of him and his best friend touring as seven year old kids.

“Pretty In Pink it is,” he chuckled and flipped through the channels until it went back onto the 80’s romcom. Tyler quickly grew silent as he was drawn into the film. He didn’t like talking about it much, but he totally had a weak spot for romance films. Something about them just enchanted him, he always longed to find his soulmate. Something about love, he never imagined his life being very romantic, to him, he believed those things only ever happened in movies. As the two gradually got closer in bed, Josh found himself nervously wrapping his arm around the other. Tyler knew exactly what the drummer was doing, and instinctively snuggled his head on top of his chest carefully.

The band mates practically shot up and out of bed when room service knocked on the door loudly. Josh quickly gathered himself together, giving the brunette a reassuring smile, “Food,”. Opening the door, a cart was pushed in followed by a young male in a uniform. Watching the boy carefully, Tyler sat up from the bed and flattened out the sheets underneath him.

Once the boy left, the pink haired male took the plates of food over to the bed and chuckled quietly. “I don’t think we’re supposed to eat on the bed, but they did mess up on our room so I mean this is our way of retaliation,”. Smirking widely, the singer picked up a French fry and popped it into his mouth.

“Living on the edge, huh,” he said teasingly, chewing on the undercooked fry. “This food is terrible,” Tyler laughed and continued to eat.

“I heard girls like the bad boys, so I strive to be the baddest in the streets,” Josh giggled. Closing his eyes, he took a bite out of the hamburger he ordered and proceeded to shake his head. “Oh my gosh,” he mumbled with a mouth full of burnt hamburger patty. “This food really IS terrible,”

The two couldn’t finish their food, after about five minutes of eating they slowly lost their appetites because of how horribly cooked their dinner was. After putting the plates back on the dining table, Josh started to change out of his clothes. Slipping off his pants, he faced away from Tyler although he was almost completely positive that the singer was so involved in the movie that he didn’t even notice that the drummer was changing.

Eyes glued to the television, Tyler watched the movie intently. He was so sucked into the plot that he hardly noticed Josh shifting about. That was until he heard his belt buckle being fumbled about. Curiosity took over and his gaze shifted over to the male that faced away from him. His cheeks slowly grew a dark shade of pink when he saw Josh’s briefs. “Hey Ty,” the drummer hummed, pulling his shirt over his head before dropping it onto the floor.

“Y-yeah man,” the singer practically choked on his own tongue. He’s seen Josh shirtless before, way too many times actually. But, something about this felt different. More intimate almost.

“Is it okay if I sleep in my briefs,” he asked, turning around to find Tyler staring him down.

“Totally dude, I sleep in my boxers too so it’s no biggie,” he quickly tried to dismiss Josh, eyes shooting straight up to his bandmate’s face. It was difficult. The brunette wanted to look at Josh’s body. He wanted to admire all of him, but he wasn’t going to risk anything. “I guess I should change too huh,” Chuckling nervously, Tyler slipped out of his shirt quickly.

Josh knew his friend was flustered. Nothing screamed 'I’m nervous’ like a red face and airy laughter. Nodding to his bandmate, he crawled back into the bed and spectated the nervous boy next to him. “Are you sleepy,” he whispered to Tyler.

Struggling to get his skinny jeans off, the brunette nodded. Grunting once he was free from the tight jeans, he sighed in relief before quickly darting his legs under the blankets. He was so unsure if Josh was looking over at him or not, Tyler knew he had to act normal but it was so difficult for him when he was in the same bed with his bandmate and he knew they were both almost naked. “We should get some sleep,” he finally spoke up, turning on his side so his back faced towards the male beside him.

“O..kay…” Josh muttered, turning off the light on the bedside table and then the TV that was playing the credits for the 80s flick. He wasn’t too sure on what happened with Tyler or how his mood went from happy to serious. Pulling the covers over him, Josh faced towards his friend, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark room. “Good night Tyler,” he hummed.


That was it. No stories. No silly jokes told between the two. Just silence. The drummer slowly scooted himself closer to Tyler until his chest pressed against the other’s back. “Sorry,” he whispered softly, “I’m cold,”. The brunette just nodded softly. He couldn’t speak, feeling Josh’s skin against his was sending electricity up and down his back and through his fingertips and toes. Pushing back against his bandmate he sighed and hoped to fall asleep fast.

Just as he was drifting off, he heard Josh move around slightly, opening his eyes, Tyler waited for the pink haired male to stop moving. But, before he could hear Joshua contain himself, he felt something warm against his neck. Before he could realize what was happening, Josh’s hand started to run up and down Tyler’s side.

“What he HELL man,” Tyler jerked away, sitting up quickly and away from his friend. “What are you doing,” he exclaimed, eyes adjusting to the dim room.

Josh sat up slowly and covered his face in embarrassment. “Dude I’m so… So sorry,” his voice cracked slightly. The drummer wasn’t much of a crying type, he kept most emotions in to himself. But he was terrified.

“Sorry,” Tyler shook his head and pushed Josh slightly, “You kiss my NECK and think an apology is going to fix this,” The singer was more than flustered, the only thing he thought to do was to freak out.

“I messed up,” the shorter male brought his knees up to his chest and shook his head rhythmically. “I planned all of this… The room, everything,”. Silence once again grew between the two. Tyler was in shock. He couldn’t believe that his best friend set this all up. At this point, he started to feel a little bad. He knew Josh was lonely, but he never considered him to be THAT lonely.

“You planned to sleep in the same bed as me, why dude,”

“Because,” Josh fought back tears, his wobbly voice didn’t put up very well. Hearing how distraught his friend was, the brunette slowly started to calm down. “I think I might love you Tyler,”.

Those words hit harder than anything. Disbelief washed over him when he tried to comprehend it all. Tyler didn’t believe anyone could love him. He always thought to be destined to the single and lonely life. “Dammit Tyler,” Josh sniffled, raising his voice. “At least tell me you don’t love me, don’t just let me pour out my heart and not even give me an answer,”.

“Jishwa,” The singer whispered softly. He slowly started to shift over to the drummer next to him. “Jish,” he whispered again. Josh grew silent, tears streamed down his cheeks as he listened to Tyler coo. “Cmon my fren, spooky baby, talk to me,”

“Talk to you about what,” he replied, sniffling and wiping his tears away quickly. “The fact that I ruined all of this, dammit just tell me how you feel,”

“You’re my best friend, my number one,” the singer ran his thumb across his bandmate’s cheek softly, wiping away warm tears that continued to fall down. “I don’t think you ruined this, I think I ruined this,” Smiling softly, Tyler started to see Josh’s face as his eyes continued to adjust. “I ruined your plans, but can I make it up to you,” he hummed and continued moving closer until he was sitting on Josh’s lap. His tears quickly ceased, looking up at the boy who carefully sat in his lap.

“How do you make up my-” before the pink haired male could finish his sentence, he was interrupted. Tyler pressed his lips softly against his bandmate’s. It was odd at first, the singer wasn’t expecting Josh’s lips to be so soft, but he quickly grew accustomed to it. The first kiss was innocent, like two kids having their first kiss. Pulling away, the brunette giggled softly.

“We kissed,” he hummed, scanning his best friend’s face in the dark. “We actually kissed,”

“Can I kiss you,” Josh whispered, his hands cupped Tyler’s face as his thumbs slowly caressed his cheeks.

“You don’t need to ask me,” he replied, tilting his head towards Josh once more.

Nervously, Josh pushed his lips against the singer’s. As their gentle pecks quickly warmed up, the drummer got more comfortable. Their tongues greeted each other, touching softly before dancing together rhythmically. Pulling away, Tyler couldn’t help but smile. Still in the lap of his bandmate, he looked up at Josh and spoke up. “So we’re getting the lovers suite from now on, right,”

“Of course Ty,” he hummed, kissing the top of the brunette’s head. “But next time we’re going to a hotel with good food and TV channels,” Josh chuckled, wrapping his arms around Tyler’s waist.

What's The Reason? (M)

Warning: Minor smut. Character death.

Everything that happens to a person in the span of their lifetime, is for a reason. Everyone who becomes a part of a person’s life–regardless of how long–has done so for a reason. You had been a firm believer in that fact all your life.

Everything happens for a reason. Everything plays out the way that it’s supposed to in the end.

You met Yongguk on the very last day of ninth grade. Every student in your grade was celebrating the completion of a year with an outdoor barbecue. You were standing in line, waiting for your turn to choose what you wanted to fill your plate with. There was only one hamburger patty and one hot dog left in the serving trays.

“Sorry about that,” Your Math teacher–and the one in charge of the grill–chuckled, “There’s more coming up, they’re just not quite done yet.”

You glanced behind you, there was still an impressive line of students waiting for their food. A boy, who you had seen in your Art and Literature classes, smiled at you. “Well, since there’s only enough for us right now, you should choose and I’ll take whatever is left.”

You nodded your head, that’s how it would work normally, right? If there were more than one of each, you wouldn’t even spare him a second thought. You picked up a pair of tongs and reached for the hot dog, then paused. What if he wanted a hot dog? What if he knew what he wanted and he was just too nice to say so?

“You should choose first,” You said, handing him the tongs, “I can’t really decide and I don’t want to take what you have your eyes set on.”

Yongguk laughed at that, taking the tongs from your hand, “I can’t really decide, either. I was hoping maybe you would make the decision for me.”

He looked the table of condiments, toppings and cutlery over for a second before taking both the hamburger patty and the hot dog and placing them on his plate.

What a dick.

Just as quickly as the thought popped into your head, Yongguk used his free hand to grab yours and lead you to the next table. You watched as he plucked a plastic knife from its holding cup and cut the patty and the hot dog in two, placing one of each half onto your plate. “There,” He grinned, the smile almost an equal ratio of teeth and gums, “All settled.”

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Stuffed Green Pepper Hamburger from Amaama to Inazuma (Sweetness and Lightning) - As Requested!

I received requests for something from Amaama to Inazuma from an anon and @faizdanyal, so here’s a recipe (that isn’t explicitly written out in the manga). It’s a really cute series!

Americans kids hate broccoli, Japanese kids hate green peppers (If you watched the comparison of different regional versions of Inside Out), but kids here love ‘gu lou yok’ (sweet and sour pork) which contains stir-fried green peppers, even if they usually just pick the fried pork bits out to eat first.

I thought this was a really great idea by Kouhei, recipe-wise, but I guess if he chopped up the pepper into tiny pieces and hid them in the patty, Tsumugi would have eaten it instead. However, I was salivating at the thought of eating a juicy pepper with an equally juicy hamburger patty, and so decided to make this.

Ingredients (for 2)

Okay, I know it’s hard to get ½ an egg, but I did it with double the following portions, (except for the pepper), and got lots of leftover hamburger mix. (And yes, that hamburger mix is going to turn into the other hamburger recipe)

For Burger

  • 1 large green pepper (or 2 small ones)
  • ½ an onion
  • 150g Beef (or pork)
  • 1/3 cup breadcrumbs
  • ½ egg
  • Salt & Pepper to taste (I used 1 tsp of sea salt, and ½ tsp pepper)
  • 1 tbsp milk
  • ½ tbsp olive oil

For Sauce

  • 4 tbsp tomato sauce
  • 2 tbsp Worcestershire Sauce
  • 3 tbsp stock

Method (15-20 mins)

1. Dice onions and stir fry. When golden, remove from heat and let it cool.

2. Cut the pepper into quarters if using one big one, and half if using 2 small ones. Remove seeds and pith.

3. Mix all the hamburger ingredients together, including the sauteed onions, (except the pepper) and toss the mixture from hand to hand to remove air pockets.

4. Stuff the meat mixture into the peppers!

5. Heat up pan with oil and sear meat on all sides.

6. Preheat oven to 200C (grill mode), or get your toaster oven (Max) /air fryer (180C) ready. 

7. Pop the stuffed peppers in it for 8-10 mins, until the meat is browned and cooked thoroughly. Cook it a bit longer if you like your peppers soft.

8. Meanwhile, make your sauce. Mix all the ingredients and simmer until thick in the pan.

9. Remove the stuffed peppers and plate with the sauce. You can enjoy it with rice or by itself!

No, Kouhei, don’t phrase it like that, it was SERIOUSLY FRIKKIN’ AWESOME.

Check out my other Fan Recipes in the Archive and follow me @onionchoppingninja for more!