this is a (rather large) sandwich toaster. you load it with the layers of a sandwich, bread-filling-bread, the filling is usually cheese. And then you close it and it toasts the sandwich. It presses it shut round the edges and diagonally across the middle of the sandwich so for each sandwich you then have 2 little triangular toast pockets full of molten cheese and other brilliant things to burn your tongue on. Most people have one that’s only got the capacity for 1 sandwich rather than this 4-slice behemoth.
there is a particular type of emptiness that comes on a person between the hours of 11pm and 4am wherein your body sends steadily more confusing signals about what it wants, which you dutifully try to interpret. do we want a pink donut, you ask yourself? dutifully, a pink donut is procured and eaten, but the emptiness persists. do we want a toasted ham and cheese sandwich instead, perhaps to eat while reading a suitable fanfic, curled up in the kind of comfortable window-seat our house does not, in fact, possess? what do we want, brain-body?
here is the answer: what we crave in these moments isn’t nourishment, but acknowledgement freely offered, as opposed to covertly solicited. we sit awake while others sleep and hope our distant friends will sense, by some animal gnosis apart from us, that we want their company; will know to reassure us that we’re not wasting their time, that they’re thinking of us, that we’re valued and wanted. it’s a complex sort of hunger, and one the human body is evidently ill-equipped to convey to its resident ghost in any clearly distinguished fashion.
so instead, we make terrible decisions involving carbohydrates while squinting at unsatisfactory literature. because existential crises.
In which Louis Tomlinson can’t cook, there’s a very special shower curtain, and Harry Styles used to be a baker.
Or: Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them.
Or: I don’t know what the fuck this is, sorry.
Louis Tomlinson can’t cook. He can, for the most part, feed
himself and generally keep himself alive, in a frozen pizza, tins of soup,
cereal-for-dinner kind of a way. He can do pasta and sauce, and cheese on
toast, and sandwiches, and microwave meals and things which require zero
attention, zero skill, and even less enthusiasm. Louis Tomlinson likes Tesco
meal deals for lunch and cans of coke on the way to the bus stop after work. He
likes bags of crisps, and the biscuit tin by the printer in his office.
He has a long list of things he doesn’t like – including but
not limited to courgettes, baked beans, couscous, fish, posh sausages that
taste of stuff that isn’t pork, vegetables on principle, drinks that are green,
kale, stuff they sell in Waitrose, mushrooms, weird fruit, lentils, and
pineapple on pizza.
All of this is perfectly normal and doesn’t bother Louis one
It doesn’t, however, go any way to explaining why Louis has
an entire shelf in his bedroom devoted to Harry Styles cookbooks, or why his
best mates Liam and Niall bought him a custom-made Harry Styles Cooks… pillowcase and duvet set for his birthday last
year, with Harry Styles’ ridiculous face plastered all across it like on the
titles of his stupid cooking TV show, or why Louis had to buy a DVR purely to
save all the stupid episodes of each of Harry Styles’ stupid cooking series so
he could watch them whenever he wanted. It definitely didn’t explain the three
different Harry Styles-themed mugs in the kitchen cupboards, and it 100% did
not explain the special shower curtain.
There obviously is an explanation for all of that, but it isn’t
something that Louis can file under any sort of ‘wants to learn to cook’
Can I ask for some saihara
headcannons for daily interactions? Please and thank you!!!
I love me some Saihara headcannons. Thanks for requesting! To help
myself I wrote this sort of as if it was a day in the life of the reader and
Saihara on a weekend? I hope this is close enough to what you want. :)
These turned out to be more
than just interactions I’m sORRY
In the mornings you two like
Sleeping in with him is
really your favourite part of weekends!
It sets an upbeat mood for
the rest of your day
He’s not much of a cook so on
whichever occasion he decides to make you breakfast in bed it’s usually a
toasted cheese sandwich on a plate
But it’s a really good
toasted cheese sandwich!!!
“What’s the special
“You didn’t snore in
your sleep this time, s/o.”
In the mornings you like to
quietly sit on the couch and watch TV while he sleeps some more reads
When a show or whatever you
find yourself doing gets extra boring you distract him by sitting on him
It’s not even in a seductive
way or anything like that you just
Say goodbye to that book
Saihara your s/o is bored
He suggests going to a coffee
shop could possibly be a pleasant idea?
Look at him. Up in here.
Asking you out to coffee. What a gentleman
Really though, it sounds like
Whenever the two of you go
out for coffee he’s always the one to order because last time you ordered you
ended up having a full blown conversation with the cashier about some TV show
and it held up the line
Sometimes when he comes back
to your table (no matter WHERE you’re eating at) he finds that you’ve already
managed to scribble on the napkins??
He shouldn’t be surprised at
this point but he still is??
Eating somewhere other than
your kitchen counter is refreshing and you guys always enjoy it
Saihara giggles a lot when he
notices bits of food on your face!
You don’t mind it though
because he has a cute laugh
A few hours later, somehow
your coffee brunch has turned into you and Saihara going to the new arcade that
It’s not unusual for you two
to get distracted on your way home from outings!
Saihara isn’t one for arcades
- they’re noisy and screaming children set him on edge
Anything for you, though
You’re the one that wins him
And for that his gratitude is
endless! It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing you got him a
“This pink fuzzy
“It’s a dog.”
“This pink fuzzy dog… I
love him! Thanks so much, s/o.”
You guys trek home - it’s
When you guys arrive home
late from something, it certainly calls for a movie night.
A movie night which you fall
asleep halfway through.
Saihara doesn’t mind it -
you’re cute when you sleep!
With that in mind, he clocks
out on the couch next to you, not even bothering to turn off the TV.
Just another casual Saturday
with Saihara and s/o.
the next few gifs were made for a russian crisp bread client, that’s why they’re a bit different from other cinemagraphs. i decided to post them as an inspiration, all of the ingredient combinations are really good! and you can use a toast instead of crisp bread