pulled noodles

I commissioned @getdestroyed-staydestroyed a while ago for a pic of Taly and Kat in a fighting stance. I’ve been so excited for it because I just love their style so much.

Anyway it got finished today and I cannot express how much I love it. If you haven’t checked them out yet you should. Their style is incredibly unique and their work is just stellar!

Thanks so much again for this my dude, it’s one of my new all time faves!

您想吃什么? (Nín xiǎng chī shénme?) What do you want to eat?

Chinese dishes are countless. And because of immigration and Westerner’s influence some dishes are less “authentic” that’s ok - they’re still delicious. 


Meat dishes - 肉菜 (ròu cài)

Sizzling (beef served on a very hot plate with peppers/onions): 铁板牛肉 (tiě bǎn niú ròu)

Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs: 酸甜排骨 (suān tián pái gǔ)

Sweet and Sour Pork: 糖醋里脊 (táng cù lǐjí) 

Gong Bao Chicken: 宫保鸡丁 (gōng bǎo jī dīng)

Char Siu (Barbecued Roast Pork): 叉烧 (chā shāo)

BBQ Meat: 烤肉 (kǎo ròu)

Hot Pot : 火鍋 (huǒguō)

Vegetable dishes - 素菜 (sùcài)

Fried eggplant: 红烧茄子(hóng shāo qié zi)

Fried Chinese cabbage: 炒大白菜 (chǎo dà bái cài)

Fried shredded potato: 土豆丝 (tǔ dòu sī)

Deep-fried pumpkin sticks: 黄沙南瓜条 (huáng shā nán guā tiáo)

Breakfast -早餐 (zǎo cān)

Fried bread stick: 油条 (yóu tiáo)

Egg 鸡蛋 (jīdàn)

Tea-soaked egg: 茶叶蛋 (cháyè dàn)

Century-old egg (preserved duck egg):皮蛋 (pídàn)

Steamed bread: 饅頭 (mán tou)

Steamed buns with condensed milk dip: 炼乳馒头 (liàn rǔ mán tou)

Congee/Porridge: 粥 (zhōu)

Special Flavor Chicken Porridge: 风味鸡粥 (fēng wèi jī zhōu)

Century Egg Pork Congee: 皮蛋瘦肉粥 pídàn shòu ròu zhōu)

Shaobing: 烧饼 (shāo bǐng)

Soy milk : 豆浆 (dòu jiāng)

Stuffed steamed bun: 包子 (bāo zi)

Wontons: 馄饨 (húntún)

Dimsum: 点心 (diǎnxīn)

Dumplings: 饺子 (jiǎozi)


“Desserts” - 甜点 (tiándiǎn)

Sweet Soup Balls : 汤圆 (tāng yuán)

Sesame Balls : 芝麻球 (zhī ma qiú)

Red Been Bun : 豆沙包 (dòu shā bāo)

Red bean paste Pancake : 豆沙烧饼 (dòushā shāobǐng)
Pumpkin Pancake : 南瓜饼 (nán guā bǐng)

Dragon’s Beard Candy : 龙须酥 (lóng xū sū)

Egg Tarts : 蛋挞 (dàn tà)

Tanghulu (Candied Fruit on A Stick) : 糖葫芦 (táng hú lu)

Sweet Egg Bun : 奶黄包 (nǎi huáng bāo)

Grass Jelly : 烧仙草 (shāo xiān cǎo)

Fried Durian : 榴莲酥 (liú lián sū)

Others -

Wheat Noodles : 面条 (miàn tiáo)

Noodle soup: 汤面 (tāng miàn)

Soup: 汤 (tāng)

Beef noodles :牛肉面 (niúròu miàn)

Fried noodles: 炒面 (chǎo miàn)

Fried rice noodles: 炒米粉 (chǎo mǐ fěn)

Fried rice: 炒饭 (chǎo fàn)

Spring Rolls: 春卷 (chūnjuǎn)

Some regional dishes -

Shanghai small steamed buns: 小笼包 (xiǎolóng bāo)

Peking roasted duck: 北京烤鸭 (běi píng kǎo yā)

Chinese Muslim barbeque mutton skewers: 羊肉串 (yángròu chuan)

Changsha-style stinky tofu: 长沙臭豆腐 (chǎngshā chòu dòufu)

Hangzhou braised pork belly: 东坡猪肉 (dōng pō zhū ròu)

Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles: 兰州卡面 (lánzhōu lāmiàn)

Sichuan hot pot: 四川火锅 (sìchuān huǒguō)

Ma Po Tofu: 麻婆豆腐 (má pó dòufu)

Rou Jia Mo: 肉夹馍 (ròu jiā mó)

Family — Wonho AU | Part Three

A/N: ahhh I’m so sorry for how late this is. I was sick and then all these weird work schedules were taking up my time. But I wanted to get this out to you all before the weekend so here it is! Thank you all so much for the patience and your interest in this story~ I’m planning for maybe two more parts so please continue to look forward to it. Also I’m so sorry for mistakes and if this seemed rushed, especially the more emotional part, like I suck at mushy talk haha

Characters: Single Father Wonho, Reader, Female OC

Length: 4270 words

Parts: Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Four | Part Five


It was a rare day off and you had promised to watch Mari after school while Wonho worked. The two of you were at the zoo enjoying a rare dare of sun. You let Mari do the leading, but as the afternoon wore on you were starting to regret it. You were still young but had nowhere near the same energy levels as the young girl.

As you were eating a snack you noticed her energy slowly dwindling and you knew it was time to head home. Gathering your things, you took her hand and started to lead her towards the exit.

“Y/N…” Mari trailed off. “I really like being with you.”

“I really like being with you too.”

“Please don’t leave.”

You stop and look down at her. “Mari, why would I leave?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t want you to.”

With a soft sigh you continue to walk. “Listen to me, I won’t ever leave you. Besides who else am I going to buy sugar cereal for?”

Mari giggles and you know you’ve done the right thing in lightening the mood.


The drive towards Wonho’s place was quiet. You played Mari’s favorite radio station at a low level but when you didn’t hear much noise coming from her, you looked back at her and found her asleep. Turning off the radio, you continued the drive in silence. As you drove around the corner, you felt your car slow on its own. Frowning you look at the meters on the dashboard start to drop. You press your hazard lights and carefully pull over before shutting off the vehicle. Quickly, you peek behind you and find Mari still peacefully napping in the back. You quietly climb out of the car and walk to the hood. Propping it up you study the multiple parts and pipes and end up staring blankly at the engine.

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Finishing up animation on a little film I’m making, called Nomnom! Exaggerated perspective is so much fun haha 😃 And who doesn’t love hand-pulled noodles? Yum…

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Fight to the Death (Jefferson x Reader)

Words: 1300+

Warnings: A LOT of cussing, james being extra salty

Request: Pasta battle between Jefferson and the reader (This stupid thing is still in my mind XD ) @sorry-but-no-sorry

A/N: dude i think i did this eh but here you go~~~


You and Thomas Jefferson were always competing with one other, whether it be grades, sports, who eats faster, and so on. He was your best friend and your roommate. All of your other friends disagreed with the arrangement, but both of you thought it was fine. Besides the fact that he constantly occupied the bathroom.

“How long does it take to shower and get dressed?” You yelled, pounding your fist on the wooden door. You heard a laugh, and a blow dryer start. “Come on! I have to use the bathroom!”

“You should have woken up earlier.” He said. You looked down at your watch.

It was five in the morning.

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jaegeeeeer  asked:

75 & 97 please! 😊🌼

A/N: this is what us extreme couponers call a two for one deal uwu

also sorry i went off the grid last night i took a depression nap but im feeling kinda better now yall no worries today will be a day full of wRIting and all those goodies

also reader is not quite yet on the relationship status with 2D in this story, sorry bbs uwu



“And to this day… People say when you visit the house she was murdered in, if you listen carefully you can hear a cracking sound… Legends say it’s supposed to be the sound of her rolling her broken neck!”

You yelp when the lights suddenly turn back on and Noodle laughs at your reaction, you look over to 2D who remained indifferent throughout the entire story. The three of you had the house to yourselves that night, as Russel went out to get groceries and Murdoc… Well, you all just hoped he was doing something legal. 

“How was that one?” Noodle asks with a grin, taking a seat in front of you, blowing out the candle.

“Well… it was…” you begin quietly, looking around.

“Not scary,” 2D says, the personification of absolute boredom, his arms are crossed over his chest as he leans back in his seat.

“Seriously?” You look at him, wondering if all those zombie films he watched had any affect on him.

“I have an idea,” Noodle says, standing up, “Why don’t we take a trip to that abandoned insane asylum nearby?”

“I don’t know…” you say wearily, “What if the police stop us or something?” 

“People go there all the time, it’s fine!” Noodle says and the three of you get ready to head out.


It’s particularly cold that autumn evening, and you mentally curse the weather for making you shake more than you were already as Noodle parks the car on a curb a few feet away from the asylum. When you step out of the car, your knees shake with every step you take. 

“Well, here it is,” Noodle says, looking around, her hands on her hips. 

You look around too, noticing the broken caution tape and the overall deterioration of the building, giving you an unsettling feeling in your chest, “W-what happened?” you asked.

“A couple years ago, the place went down because of a fire caused by one of the patients,” Noodle explained, “No one really knows what exactly happened or why, but the asylum was known for a lot of… Um, difficulties? So they decided just to abandon it after the fire. No one has touched the building since then.”

You swallow loudly, your throat running dry and 2D scoffs, “Why not just renovate the building or something?”

You eye him skeptically, wondering how he could worry about something like that in a time like this.

“Hello?”

You turn around and Noodle is on her phone. “What? Again?” She sighs before hanging up, “Murdoc needs someone to bail him out again.”

“I’ll go-”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go,” Noodle cuts 2D off, turning to walk to the car.

“Do you want us to wait out here… or?” You ask mainly out of fear.

“You guys go ahead and go in, tell me all about it when I get back!” She shouts before slamming the car door and drives off, leaving you and 2D alone, in the dark, outside an abandoned insane asylum.

Your phone buzzes causing you to jump, you pull it out of your pocket and read a text from Noodle: You’re welcome !  noodle u lil shit dont text and drive

You look at 2D, he’s staring up at the building, probably more concerned on the quality of it rather than what’s inside. His eyes meet yours, “Are you going in?” He asks.

“Uh…” You say, eyeing the place cautiously.

“If you’re scared,we can-”

“I’m not scared!” You answer defensively, even though you are, “I’m fine, okay?” You turn around and march towards the building but stop when you don’t hear any footsteps behind you. You turn around sheepishly, all signs of confidence disappearing from you, “W-why don’t you go in first?”


The two of you walk down a hallway, 2D in front, shining the flashlight from his phone as a guide. You struggle to keep up with his large steps, not wanting to be left in the dark in a place like this. He shines the flashlight around the empty rooms, looking for nothing in particular. You jump when you hear a sudden squeak and the two of you stop in your footsteps.

“… Rats?” 2D wonders out loud, turning around to face you.

“A-Are you scared?” You ask, hoping he is so the two of you can leave this place immediately.

“Of rats? No, not really…”

You huffed, wondering if anyone could be that dense or if he was just doing this on purpose. Nonetheless, you follow him further down the hallway, thinking of possible things that could scare him. The two of you end up finding an elevator, and experimentally, he pushes one of the buttons. Much to your surprise and dismay, it works and the door opens with an unsettling creak in front of you.

“Aren’t you a little nervous?” You ask as the two of you step in.

He pushes the second floor button and the door closes, “Not really… I’ve been in an elevator before, you know.”

You deadpan, “That’s not what I meant.”

The elevator stops and the door opens again, he walks out and you hurry behind him. Suddenly the two of you hear a phone ring in the room nearest to you. He begins walking towards the source of the ringing but you grab onto his arm and stop him, “What are you doing?” 

“The phone’s ringin-”

“In an abandoned insane asylum,” you remind him, but he stares at you, unbothered. You let go of his arm and follow him to the phone. “Hello?” He says and waits, but there’s no response. He hands the phone to you and you hesitantly bring it up to your ear, “… Hello?”

“Leave.”

You scream and drop the phone, 2D picks it up again and listens to the receiver, you stare at him expectantly but he places the phone back onto the set and says nonchalantly, “Wrong number.”

“Are you some kind of alien?”

“What?”

“Don’t you think that’s a little strange? How the phone rang on the floor that we’re on and not to mention in an abandoned insane asylum!” You shout, frustrated that he hasn’t shown any signs of fear at all.

“… Do you want to lea-”

“I’m fine! Let’s go!” You grab his arm and drag him further down the hallway, determined to find something that will scare him. You pass by more paranormal occurrences growing more frustrated with every one of his passive reactions. From weird aberrations to unsettling laughter, you can’t seem to find anything that sparks any sort of fearful reaction. 

“If nothing is going to scare you, then let’s just go,” you say defeated, and you start marching towards the exit but stop when you hear a voice behind the two of you.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

You turn around to see a patient covered in what appeared to be burns standing close behind you. You stumble backwards and your eyes flutter. You hear what you think was your name before you hit the ground, completely unconscious.


You wake up to the sound of voices. You look around and conclude that you’re laying in what seems to be a hospital room, a very dirty one at that almost similar to the one… You sit up suddenly and look to your side and see 2D conversing with a group of strangers. He turns to look at you and notices that you’re awake. He gets up and walks over to you, “You alright?” He asks worriedly.

You look behind him at the strangers staring at you expectantly. 2D follows your eyes and explains, “Oh, these guys are from the drama club at their high school. They come here every weekend to scare people who stop by and practice using their special effects make up and acting, you know? Pretty neat, huh?”

You smile sheepishly, “Yeah… Pretty neat…”

“Man, you were so scared,” one of them says, laughing, “Hope you’re okay though.”

“I’m fine,” you say as you get up from the bed, your wobbling legs proving otherwise. 2D catches you, slinging one of your arms over his shoulder. He says bye to the students, promising them a few signed albums before the two of you head out, him supporting you as best as he could. He calls Noodle, but she doesn’t pick up so the two of you decide to walk back instead.

“You know…” he begins, “If you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to the extreme and faint,” he teases, smiling. You shove him playfully and laugh with him. You look up at him and tell him, “I can walk by myself now.”

He’s not convinced, “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

He lets you go and the two of you walk in silence for a while before you ask him, “Were… were you scared at all?”

“Erm… Only once…” he admits and you could’ve sworn you saw the faintest hit of pink on his cheeks.

“Really? When?”

“… When you fainted…” he says quietly.

“O-oh,” you say, flustered as well. Your small moment together is cut short when you hear a series of honks from behind you. Noodle pulls up next to you and rolls down the window with Murdoc now in the passenger seat, “Sorry!” Noodle calls out leaning towards the open window. Murdoc honks to the horn again, “Hurry up and get in. It’s been a day.”

“Agreed,” you both say before heading in the back. The car ride back is spent with Murdoc complaining how he had every right to demand an otter at the pet store and how his altercation with the law forces once they were contacted was just an overreaction on their part. Noodle shakes her head in silent disagreement. When she pulls up to the house, she offers you a ride back to yours but 2D interjects, “Um… I’ll walk Y/N home.”

“You sure?” Noodle says pointing towards the direction of your home,“It’s pretty far away-”

“No no, it’s okay,” he cuts her off quickly. She gets the hint and the two of you exit the back and start walking towards your house. You blush deeply when your fingers brush against his lightly. You talk about nothing in particular and soon enough you’re both standing at your door.

“So… Uh… W-when are you free again?” He asks suddenly. 

You think for a bit, “Next weekend?”

“Alright… We’ll try to do something that’s not too scary,” he teases.

“Hey,” you say playfully and pout dramatically.

“… Cute.”

“Huh?”

“Uh-Nothing. See you next weekend!” He says quickly before heading off. You watched him disappear, unaware of rosy tint that covered his cheeks.


lmao oops i spent all afternoon on this, fighting with my wifi. also totes mcgoats inspired by that episode from full metal panic fumoffu if you’re into that kinda stuff i totally recommend its one of my favorites.

also murdocs deal with the otter is literally me i want an otter so bad i just had to write about it im so sorry

also again 2D not giving a shit about scary stuff is the funniest thing to me idk it makes sense cause all he does it watch scary movies hes probably immune to the spooks

Imagine if the basement tapes were a bunch of videos of Eric and Dylan baking and doing crafts
  • E: *wearing an apron* V, put on your fucking apron so we start filming the "godlike cookie baking tutorial"
  • D: *puts on a customized "wrath" apron*
  • E: *starts video* me and V are gonna teach you fuckers how to make the best damn cookies you'll ever taste. This is our godlike recipe that must be shared since we'll be dead in a couple weeks
  • E: *points camera at Dylan"
  • D: *gestures to bowl* this is a bowl. Get one of those and two eggs. You're going to crack the eggs into-
  • E: *interrupting* this is the part where he always fucks up. V, let me do it
  • D: no reb I can do it myself
  • D: *grabs egg*
  • E:
  • D: *cracks egg on side of bowl*
  • E: hoe don't do it
  • D: *drops egg yolk into bowl*
  • E: *sees egg shells in yolk* OH MY GOD
  • -10 minutes later-
  • Kitchen: *is a mess*
  • D: the cookies are in the oven
  • E: *zooms in on cookies in the oven* aren't those the best cookies ever. Now what are we going to do while they bake, Dylan?
  • D: we are going to teach you all how to make godlike noodle necklaces
  • E: *hands camera to Dylan* we bought a shit ton of colored noodles for this project
  • D: *films Eric* yes, we spent $20 on noodles
  • E: *picks up box of noodles*
  • Gravity: *pulls down*
  • E: *drops noodles*
  • Noodles: *scattered across the floor*
  • E:
  • D:
  • E:
  • D: fuck this tutorial
  • E: yeah I don't like noodle necklaces anyway...
  • D:
  • E:
  • Cookies: *on fire*
  • D: OUR COOKIES ARE ON FIRE! AHHH NO! ERIC, GO GET YOUR MOM!!
  • E: *runs out of frame* MOM THERES A FIRE
  • D: *runs*
  • D: *drops camera*
  • Camera: *breaks*
Daily Peril - Feysand

Here’s my first Feysand fic, based off a domestic prompt. It’ s not the best but I wanted to finally post something short. The prompt was “I Killed the Microwave.” I’m also taking requests so feel free to to submit them to my ask.

“Rhys! How many boxes of towels do you have?” I yelled into the other room where my fiancée was cleaning.

Today was the day we were finally moving in together. We were a month into our engagement and had decided that it only made sense for us to share an apartment. Mine was bigger, so he was moving in with his ridiculous amount of stuff, all of which was neatly organized into labeled boxes. Unfortunately for him, my apartment could be perceived as…well, an absolute mess.

Being a painter who lived alone, I rarely had houseguests besides the close friends I had long ago given up cleaning house for to impress. The last cleaning I had done occurred after a pint of emerald paint spilled on the hardwood floor of the kitchen. As a result, clothes were strewn on all over the floor, the garbage was close to overflowing and what Rhys described as a “solid inch of dust” coated half the countertop.

“Four, Feyre darling. And it’s a good thing I do, because I’m beginning to think you dry all your dishes with your shirts. Almost every article of clothing in this basket seems to have some type of stain on it.”

“Prick.” I muttered under my breath halfheartedly and went back to putting things away in the kitchen. In addition to the fact that he was much more organized than I was, it didn’t help that almost all of his things were shiny, new and spotless.

“I have to say, if I knew the full extent of how messy you really were I’m not sure I would’ve agreed to move in with you!” Rhys called back.

I rolled my eyes, stood up and looked around. My – no, our apartment was starting to look alright, despite clearly clashing decorating themes.

Thoughtlessly, I glanced at the clock. “I’m just going to heat some leftover pasta up for dinner, alright?”

I took his faint “Mm-hmm” as agreement, and pulled the noodles out of the fridge. Out of habit, I tried to pull the nonexistent handle on the microwave – and promptly groaned. I had bought my microwave at a yard sale a few years back, but judging by the design and the speed at which it heated things, it was probably thirty years old. Even so, it worked just fine for me, but much to my chagrin Rhys had insisted we use his shiny new one. Unfortunately, with a button instead of a handle and an unnecessary plethora of power settings it appeared a complete mystery to me.

Pressing in a few likely buttons I pressed start and walked away, hoping for the best when - “BEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPP. BEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPP BEEEEEEPPPPPP.”

The loudest, most high pitched sound I had ever heard emitted from a microwave pierced the air. I spun back around to see lights white light flashing from it.

“Feyre? What’s going on?” I heard Rhys’s concerned voice from down the hall.

“It’sfineitsfine! I have it all under control!” I rushed, smashing the cancel button and was greeted with silence as the beeping and flashing stopped – “BEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPP. BEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPP BEEEEEEPPPPPP.”

And instantly started up again, twice as high pitched and loud as before.

“TECHNOLOGY HATES ME OH MY GOD I KILLED THE MICROWAVE RHYS!“ I yelled.

Rhysand came running in skidded to a halt in front of the microwave. He took one look at it, pressed a single button, and instantly – the microwave finally shut up.

“Why the hell did it do that?” I demanded.

Frowning, Rhys opened the door and promptly rolled his violet eyes. “Feyre. You put a fork in the microwave. Are you trying start a fire?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have been so distracted if I hadn’t been trying to figure out how to work this…this ridiculous contraption!” I replied pointedly. “Besides, I’ve put a fork in my old microwave at least three times before. Don’t tell me you haven’t ever either.”

I cocked an eyebrow, watching Rhys bite his bottom lip as he tried to hold in a laugh, and completely failed, letting out a roar of laughter. “Fine, Feyre Darling, you win. We can use your absolutely horrible microwave. But if you burn this building down, don’t blame me.”

I leaned over to give him a kiss. “How exciting would our lives be if they didn’t include some form daily peril?”

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Should I be surprised you haven’t made me sign a waiver yet?”

I rolled my eyes and stepped away to go retrieve my beloved microwave from the trash.

desiderium

pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: fluff, leaning more on angst towards the end
word count: 6,312
warnings: consuming of alcohol in the story
note: hello, pals! i’m back with my first fic after a year (wow) and i am so glad to have found happiness within writing once again. the idea of this came to life when i watched this gorgeous MV by Honne. feedback is much appreciated!! 

desiderium (n.) - an ardent desire or longing, especially: a feeling of loss or grief for something lost.

Originally posted by a-sakuras

It was April when you met him. Around that time, the flowers have bloomed and colored the world in soft hues that gave meaning to spring. The weather was increasingly warm, making your hair curl at the nape of your neck and at your temples as the telltale signs of summer were starting to appear. You had always considered spring as your most favored season, since you found fascination in the way the world seemed to get a little more colorful while the atmosphere shifted somewhere between cold and warm. Still, the thing you anticipated the most with the coming of spring is the annual blooming of the cherry blossom flowers; making a pale tinge covering most of the sky, shadowing everything in a pinkish-white glow.

You did not expect to meet him in the circumstances which you had, or anyone for that matter. It all happened when you were riding the train on your commute home. You weren’t coming home from work or a day out with friends. In truth, you mindlessly passed the time by walking around the city, spending your spare change on bus fares and train rides leading nowhere in particular. You decided it was time to go home since you still felt as empty as ever and no amount of time spent with yourself could make your heart feel vibrant.

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Fic Recs: Illustration for Warning: Emergency Pull Tab by ikeracity​:

Knocking a guy over with an inflatable pool and nearly giving him a concussion is probably not the best flirting technique in the world, but if there’s anyone who can pull it off, it’s Charles.

Comments: This is the closest that a written work will ever make you feel like you’re watching a colourful, extremely vivid, high quality animation without actually watching an animation. IT’S IMPOSSIBLY BRILLIANT. MY GOD. Situationally hilarious, and so freaking fluffy and cute I actually want to pet it. 

His Shirt

Request: Can you do a combination of 35 and 1 for Derek?

Author’s Note: Oh I like this combination c: This is the last of the one line prompts that I have in my inbox for right now, but there are a few other requests! I’ll reblog the list of prompts every once in awhile if people still want to request them! :) In the meantime, enjoy!

Warning: So much smut

35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off”

1. “Come over here and make me”

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I smirked as I looked at myself in the mirror, smoothing out the fabric of Peter’s shirt that was hanging loosely off my body. It fell to about mid-thigh, just enough to hide my panties but still give a taste of skin.

This will really piss him off, I thought smugly. Derek and I had gotten into a huge fight earlier this afternoon which ended in him storming out of the loft mumbling something about going to help Scott and the pack track some creature down and needing to get out of the house. He had called me later to assure me that he was okay, but they were taking someone to the hospital and all that. He didn’t sound angry with me anymore, but he didn’t apologize, either. So, I stomped up to Peter’s room and grabbed one of his shirts, throwing it on and heading back down to start on some dinner.

When Derek walked in, I was in the kitchen getting ready to finish up the spaghetti sauce.

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Sorry I haven’t updated in a while!

I swear this is an active blog with a real live snek star. I’m a nurse, I work nights and lately I’ve been working overtime to make up for some time I took off after my kitty-love passed on.

Lately, every time I pull the noodle out I end up feeding him! He’s been a very hungry boy now that spring has sprung. So we get pictures like these.
See the big belly? 2 pinkies in there :)

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Lunch and dessert with yohjihatesfashion @ Tasty Hand-Pulled Noodles, Lam Zhou Handmade Noodle, and Dominique Ansel Bakery

  • Beef and Beef Tendon Noodle Soup
  • Boiled Dumplings
  • Pan Fried Dumplings
  • Whipped Apple Pie (a light mousse cake with all the flavors of a fall apple pie with a luscious caramel glaze)