taste the difference!

anonymous asked:

yuuuuuuuri 2!

Yuuri learned to cook from Hiroko and as such can do it pretty well. Not as good as Hiroko but I imagine he helps a lot with foodprep at Yu-Topia so if nothing else he can chop and mince and boil with the best of them. There’s also a possibly that Yuuri doesn’t think he can cook as well as his mother because the dishes always come out tasting slightly different but it’s just because he’s making it in a different place with different cookware and he’s a different person. Anybody who’s been cooking for long enough knows that there are subtle differences in a dish depending on who makes it–not for better or for worse, just different. Even if you follow the same recipe, something will always be a little different.

Also, though, also–Yuuri spent entire weeks his freshman year of college subsisting off of ramen and cheese on bread. This is before he gets any major sponsorships and he didn’t want to ask his parents for extra money for food. Celestino noticed that he wasn’t gaining enough muscle mass in training, though, and that he was getting sick quite often. When he found out he called Hiroko HIMSELF and asked if they were having trouble paying for Yuuri’s college expenses because he would help them as best he could–he would reduce his coaching fee or something, because damn.

Hiroko’s response is basically to say WAHT and ask Celestino to find her son and put him on the phone. It’s one of only three times in Yuuri’s life that his mother has really, noticeably raised her voice to him.

reagantale  asked:

I have an actual question. What form does Leaf like to eat in? It only makes sense since a human and a raccoon are very different animals(yeh we animals, deal ppl) and would have different taste preferences. Like, we all know he likes fish and chips, but does it tastes better as a raccoon or a human? Idk I'm just a curious cat.

He would buy some chips, find a nice lovely spot, turns back into a raccoon and eat them. Nothing to do with taste reference tbh. he likes a certain food, that normal human wouldn’t eat but fish and chips are good either way.

i hate it when people get pretentious about video games. like okay i get that you have this deep love for zelda and skyrim and i respect that but can you not shit on people liking cooking mama or animal crossing and telling them it’s “not a real video game”? people have different tastes bro get over it

good food feelings
  • opening a family sized bag of chips and having the feeling of “i never have to buy chips ever again because there are so many chips in this bag”
  • the feeling of a cold glass bowl full of ice cream making your hands nice and chilly
  • biting into a smore that you thought you cooked too much to find that it still tastes delicious
  • really hot hot chocolate with really cold whipped cream on top
  • the perfect state that cereal reaches from 30-seconds to 90-seconds after pouring the milk where it’s not so hard that it scrapes the top of your mouth but it’s not too mushy that it feels gross
  • the crunch of lettuce and onion you get when taking the first bite of a warm burger
  • opening a soda on a warm summer night sleepover 
  • sorting fruit snacks by shape and then eating the extras so all of the groups are equal and then eating 1 fruit snack from each of the groups until they’re all gone so there’s no imbalance
  • having leftovers that still taste good after reheating them
  • otter-pops halfway through melting so ur not just eating ice but also it’s not just weirdly thick fruit juice
  • eating alone at home, allowing yourself to eat whatever comfort food or weird combination you want without the fear of people judging what you eat or how much you eat. tortilla chips in a ham sandwich? delicious. dipping carrots in ketchup? live it up. pancakes for dinner? hell yeah. speaking of which…
  • pancakes, bacon, sausage, egg, and hasbrowns for dinner
  • having a warm feeling in your stomach after eating some good soup 
  • carrying a good-sized bag of snacks out of a gas station midway into a long road trip
  • movie popcorn. somehow popcorn at a movie theater ALWAYS tastes different than homemade popcorn
  • opening a box of pizza and seeing the full pizza there. no one has eaten any yet, and there is a 0% chance of opening it to be disappointed that there’s none left. it’s all there, and it’s all fresh, and it’s destiny is now in your hands
  • any/every form of potato based food. just, like, in general. tater tots, french fries, hashbrowns, potato medallions, mashed potatoes, etc. all of them are perfect foods and all of them taste perfect w/ ketchup
  • a big ol mouthful of sticky rice
  • eating on the couch while watching TV with your loved ones
  • tha cronch of appl
  • the feeling of satisfaction you get when you try a new recipe and it tastes good on the first try
  • having a friend cook you something that tastes good and seeing the look of joy on their face when they see you like it
  • eating something youve been craving all day and feeling 100% satisfied with it
Soulmate AU where:

When your soulmate is eating something you can taste it on your lips, just slightly. And maybe feel it on your lips too, like the powder of a cinnamon donut, except you can’t lick it away, so you’re just stuck with it like ‘damn you asshole, lick your goddamn lips! This is annoying!’

If they’re having cravings you do too. Sometimes you’ll get cravings for what you’ve just eaten.

If you taste something like strawberry lip gloss you know their either getting ready for a night out or kissing someone. Or maybe they just like the taste.

You constantly lick your lips when they’re eating something you like because 'oh gods this taste so good, what is it?’ or 'I haven’t had that in ages!’

You get jealous of the fact that they have such nice food ALL THE DAMN TIME.

When they’re eating something you don’t like you try to not lick your lips for so long. It gets annoying and is hard to do for a while so you just put on lip gloss. Then you think 'awe, man. What if they don’t like… And that’s why they put on lip gloss the other week?’

One day you try to send them a recipe. So you just, like, munch on a piece of toast, then lick some honey, then eat some banana so they’ll try your favourite meal and you’ll have that taste on your lips without actually eating it.

One day you think 'what kind of idiot eats peanut butter with jam - holy shit it’s an American! Or someone in America… Maybe they just like it? Oh god will I have to take 20-something hour flight to find them? Uuuhhhggghhh!’

You’re in the middle of a test but just can’t stop licking your lips because 'oh god glazed donuts…’

You can’t place a taste but you know you’ve tasted it before.

After going to Harry Potter world you realise 'it’s butterbeer!’ and then you try a butterbeer cappuccino or whatever and are just - 'goddamn it you jerk you ruined all my experiences!’

You start craving a signature dish from your town that is only served there. You go to the restaurant and see three people eating the meal, so you just walk up to the counter, order something that is nothing like the dish or something that you know that person hates because every time after you eat it you taste mouthwash.

You calmly sit down and just watch the people as you eat your meal. The person you least expected it to be - oh god it can’t be - looks up and is just like 'fuck’ and has that expression on their face.

They look around and see you. Their eyes widen at what you’re eating. You’re the only one eating it. You smirk and wave at them because 'haha sucker you laughed when I was teased about my soulmate and it’s you!’

Or one day you turn to your best friend like 'hey, can you see if anyone is eating -’ your eyes widened as you see they’re eating the EXACT MEAL you can taste.

Or a different ending where you follow a celebrity on Instagram and just see a picture of a steak with the caption being 'why the hell do I taste banana and honey… I’m eating a steak!’

And you just drop your toast. Your family stares at you as you squeal. Then you realise 'shit. That could be anyone.’ But you do taste steak… 'But anyone can be eating steak!’ You rush to the kitchen and pull out dark chocolate and go to the bathroom and start brushing your teeth.

Soon you see another picture of a steak and a caption of 'okay, now I’m tasting ANOTHER thing that clashes with my meal. Soulmate, please let me eat in peace… AND WHO HAS DARK CHOCOLATE AND TOOTHPASTE?!?! Will my future babies eat like this too? God save me…’

Something like that.

Maybe the fascination of travel,
of seeing new places,
discovering foreign cities
or tasting a different kind of sea
is actually caused by the chance
to escape from ourselves.
—  // maybe it is about leaving everything behind
j.d.m.

I miss you.
Terribly.

Here I am, lying in my one-place-and-a-half bed, in the very place where you used to throw yourself to snuggle in, and I miss you.
The intensity that permeated your look when it touched me, the softness of your hair, the tenderness of your cuddles, the warmth of your skin against mine, the comfort of your presence, I miss everything.

It is so unfair. You are the person who has approached the most closely the frail little organ that is my heart, and here we are again strangers. It is even worse than being strangers, if we had simply returned back to this stage, there would remain hope, the electrifying excitement of having the opportunity to know each other, to discover each other, to marvel at each other of what we were, the visceral excitement of bonding to a new soul.
We’re not even strangers anymore. Even our eyes are fleeing each other as we both die of wanting to make them cross again.

I miss you.

You had to realize that we did not want the same thing for this utopia to end. It was too good to be true, you were too beautiful to be mine.
And here we are, both of us wishing deeply to reach the contraries of our mutual desires.
You, to love me with a flame of love that you do not have, in order to keep by your side the soul mate you found in me.
Me, to be able to forget that it is this flame of love that I have for you which gnaws me, in order to be able to meet again your almond eyes without feeling my world collapsing, in order to have the strength to keep you by my side, to have the strength to love you with that profound friendship you have for me.

I miss you.

We are but the sad spectators of a morbid scene, where we can only look helplessly at our plans to empty their blood by liters. The hope was extinguished in my hands when I tried to hold it to you and you did not know how to grasp it.
Love has given way to disarray, happiness has given way to loneliness, romance has given way to nostalgia, your kisses on my cheeks have given way to the erratic furrows of my tears, and you, you have given way to a gaping hole in the middle of my most secular hopes.

I miss you.

I wish I could hug you again, I would like to have the naivety to believe that you loved me, I would like to have the carelessness not to fear the nature of your feelings. I wish I could no longer be afraid to eternally continue to seek for you through all the people I meet. I wish I could not be terrified that I will never find someone else like you, someone who would have the same laugh, the same look, the same dimples in the corner of the mouth, the same hair, the same Way to kiss, the same way to get angry, the same tastes for music. I wish I could feel able to love something else than what you are.
I wish I could no longer feel a piece of me collapse every time I remember that you are now part of the past and that there is no possible future with you.
I wish that the thought of you leaves me a different taste than the bitter one of the salted pearls that flow on my cheeks.

I miss you.

—  are-you-ok-no-fck-off, The original text is in French and is on my tumblr here

Okay, but hear me out. 

Nicole’s “you taste different” is 100% her. From day one, she’s been the most perceptive member of the group - beating out even Dolls. She knew that something supernatural was going on in Purgatory, even when everyone was trying to make her feel like she was making it up. She pegged Jack the Ripper based on a few-minute interaction, most of which she didn’t even clearly remember. 

When she’s with Waverly, even when she’s in the moment, she’s hyper aware of her surroundings. In Nedley’s office, she saw Wynonna coming early enough to break them apart. In the barn, she positioned herself behind Waverly so that no one could sneak up behind her through the door, and she saw Willa immediately. At the party at the Wainwright, she positioned herself in the center of the room and observed, holding her champagne but not drinking it. Nicole Haught is always on duty. 

From the very first moment we meet Nicole, she knows things. She’s aware. So of course she would know based on a brief kiss that something’s different with Waverly. 

I’m 100% sure that her being willfully kept in the dark once again is the reason for her aloofness at the end of 2x1. She knows that something’s up, and she knows that Waverly is skirting the issue. I’m really stoked to see them develop this and to see how she actually navigates this subject with the entire group. I’m so here for Nicole Haught getting her own storylines and development and not just being Waverly’s arm candy (as much as I love them together).