"That's the kind of heartbeat. "
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"That's the kind of heartbeat. "
Beagle baker. 🩷🧁
Pulled Oyster Mushroom. Birria. Fucking. Tacos.
just thinking about the juxtipizition of iggy's well manacrued and smartly tailored appearace with the tons upon tons of scars hidden underneath
cause even if he wasnt a close combat fighter he's still a chef
and i can tell you with my whole chest chef are covered head to fucking toe with random scars and scratches
⋆。‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧。⋆
prompto: where'd you get that from igster? *pointing at the red gash on his hand*
ignis: knife
prompto: how'd you get that? was it from a fight?
ignis: no...from the kitchen. i was distracted while...cutting butter
prompto: and the burn, when did that happen?
ignis: ...3 minutes ago
prompto: ...what happened ignis?
ignis: i...i dont want to talk about it
*noct distracted on his phone* noctis: he'd forgotten the seering hot pan he'd taken out the oven was hot and grabbed it bare handed
prompto: dude
ignis: i need to go
prompto: iggy
ignis: i need to go
....
im just forcing ignis to go through everything i experience at work guys
i regret to admit that i did this exact thing
id forgotten that the pan id just taken out the oven was hot and then was shocked that the handle was hot when id gone to grab at it
i burnt the FUCK outta my hand bro
i was crying
i had a huge boil and everything
Here we have a fine example of "bring your child to the industrial-sized vat of boiling liquid" day. Nothing inspires a career in the culinary arts quite like standing at eye-level with five gallons of mystery stock while wearing a wool suit that definitely shouldn't be near an open flame. The chef looks like he's performing a sacred rite, while the kid is just trying to figure out if that’s a bay leaf or his future inheritance floating in there. It’s a beautiful moment of mentorship, provided the kid doesn’t mind smelling like beef bouillon for the rest of the school week.
Sourced from "How We Get Things," 1964 (1976 ed.).
Carrot Butterflies
This shirt makes me feel like a 80s slasher movie camp counselor. It's a very specific feeling. I may die tonight