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What type of food and drink would I be? 👀
That’s for your happy personality and your warm interactions. ^^
(Also, Oreos are AWESOME!!!! Plus, pink’s possibly your color!)
When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! Then, send to your last ten people in your notifs (anonymously). You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity ❤️
Ooooo, an Anon Ask that's probably chain mail or something? Little do they know that I try and answer most everything I'm asked cuz I enjoy engagement on this site! And I will instead tag some mutuals and make this a positive little game! Ahem, here goes!!
My friends!!! Hiiiii everyone! I love interacting and being with both my virtual and non-online buddies, because they are the best! Each of my friends get to claim pieces of my brain like a community garden lol.
2. Music! It's everywhere, and everything to me!! I've got so many favorite songs 'n genres, and it's really a part of my life I could never ever live without. I heart music forever :3
3. Food! Now, I know not everyone is a foodie, but I definitely am! Cooking and baking are great bonding activities imo, and you can learn a lot about the world (and people around you) by watching what kinds of cuisines cross over tables!!
4. Mushrooms! Not necessarily for eating, I just think they are cool! I have two lovely books on mycology and fungi that I need to dedicate some more time to, and upon completing them, I will become the Mushroom Master! Mwahaha! XD
5. Plush toys & stuffed animals!! I have a tiiiiiiny problem with how many I've collected lol, but I cherish them all dearly and am 100% willing to go into debt for some cool plushies. If I am not holding them in my arms or nestling in a pile of them on my bed, then they are in The Birdcage for my viewing enjoyment!
Phew, now that my spiel is all over with, time to tag some lovely mutuals! Feel free to answer as much or as little as you want in this lil game; I'm just curious about what might make people happy :]]
@augmentedchordsofficial, @adriftinthev0id, @god-shits-in-my-dinner, @spectrum-studios, @i-ideate
Self indulgent stim board about me! Gray fox with cozy and wet stims
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I might do more, but probably not by request, sorry!
Writing Prompt #4
The Protagonist finds themself hungry and decides to make a simple grilled cheese.
Tell the story of how they somehow summoned a demon into their bathroom, became the ruler of the fairy realm, and ended up with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as a result.
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"What does death taste like?" "Like the cold, clammy hands of..." "Chicken"
I ate the worst shrimp of my life over an hour ago and I can already feel it trying to kill me
Reblog to give a trans woman a warm cup of soup
Happy Spaghetti Day y'all
still believe that one of the greatest bits of all time was on January 6th, 2021 when. well. you know. and twitter was understandably an echo chamber of panic and fear and Justin McElroy just tweeted a selfie with a filter that was like “have a delicious national spaghetti day” followed by 3 tweets that were like “fuck. i’m sorry. i don’t know how to delete scheduled posts” and as i type this two years later i’m laughing
friend who lives hundreds of miles away: i made food
me: can i have some
17. Sacrifice
Kidd - 18 | Killer - 22 | Heat - 23
Tags specifically for this chapter:
Food Issues coming up again
yeah, all these assholes had some kind of eating disorder at one point
vague references to starvation, overeating, and eating rotten food
Killer struggles to throw rotten food out
Kidd does too but actually manages to go through with it
Read at A03 linked above or here below cut
Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list
Kidd had slept though breakfast - which was not unusual for him - and had wandered down to the galley to pilfer a snack as Pomp & UK cleaned up after the meal. And if Killer was not to busy prepping for lunch, to get the man to make him something personally.
And he planned it perfectly it seemed, because Killer was indeed standing causally at the kitchen counter. He had his notebook out; Killer had his own means of how his thought a kitchen should be run, but so far there's been no real complaints and everyone been well fed. Killer's seasoning work was hit or miss, seeing as he wanted to try every mix or herb or spice with very little experience to back it up.
But it had flavour, and the flavour wasn't penicillin.
At the moment, Killer was repeatedly tapping the pen against the counter in his right, studying something in his left.
"What's up?"
"Its gone bad..."
Kidd paused, looking at his first mate in confusion. He thought Killer was doing meal planning, or inventory or something. That 'gone bad' was a problem, but Killer's voice was distant and almost a little lost.
"How bad?"
Killer's head turned slightly, and he lifted his hand up enough for Kidd to see he was holding a jar of something. He was unreadable behind the mask for most, but Kidd could tell it was worse then the normal stoicism he like to pretend he had once it was on... This was a different quiet - like he was stuck.
Kidd came over to peer into the jar, Killer tilted it to him to see. It was a jar of fruit preserves, still about a third full. The jam itself looked fine, but the sides had begun to grow over with soft wispy mold.
"Do we have more?"
"Different fruit, but yeah."
"The other one still good?"
"Still sealed, so it should be fine."
Kidd made an executive decision then, and took the jar and table knife from Killer.
Killer handed both other with no hesitation.
Kidd left the galley.
Every part of him was trying to get him to turn back around - they could spoon out the bottom still, that was at least four more sandwiches at the bottom. Six if they were for some of the smaller members of the crew. And they had a big crew right now - nearly thirty strong and almost all of them having run with at least one of the four commanders back on the island.
Thirty mouths, at least three times a day. Figuring in the night squad, Killer was feeding a platoon of people four times a day, a meal of some kind on the table every 6 hours. UK had been stepping up and assisting him so the man didn't burn out, familiar enough with Killer to navigate his idiosyncrasies without stepping on any toes. And House, Mosh, Pomp, and Disc J had stepped up from the other gangs to form the Punks' mess hall squad. But it was still thirty people.
It didn't matter how well stocked they were, there was always that fear that the next time they turned around, the pantry would be empty. They'd all grown up with it, all of them living through days of not being sure where the next meal was coming from. Years of getting their hands on just enough food to make it to the next day but never enough to stop feeling hungry.
Kidd contemplated the jar again once he stepped out on deck, an uncertain shadow named Killer trailing behind him. They'd all made themselves to sick in those early days, dropping obscene amounts of money at taverns in those first few ports. They had no idea what shit was worth once off the island, nor had they cared, eating themselves well past the point of sick. It had taken them all the way to Reverse Mountain to finally start to get a handle on things and Heat had worked with Killer, the two making remarkable progress getting everyone on responsible eating habitats.
Still didn't mean there wasn't severe hang ups lurking under the surface.
Heat had been making his way the crow's nest for his shift, and paused to watch the two of them. Watched the jittery way Killer followed. Watched the jar in Captain's hand.
Kidd stood at the railing, touching the 'good' jam at the bottom with the table knife. Six people! his head was screaming, and he was surprised how hard to was to finally stir it up, loosening the jam and mold both, mixing them. Inseparable. Before he could think about it, he upended the glass, shaking it until the jam fell loose and into the sea.
He could feel Killer tensing up even without looking at him. He did met Heat's gaze though, the man doing his best to look nonchalant to hid his interest.
He continued to hold Heat's gaze as he handed the empty jar back to Killer. "We don't do that no more. As long as I'm Captain, we will never go back to that."
He looked at Killer then, "If in doubt, throw it out. You don't serve rotten food to my crew," His voice softened, "and you don't eat anything that's gone off ever again. You hear me?"
"Aye Captain." Killer murmured, taking the jar, shoulder's slumping as he lost tension; The responsibility of the choice taken from him.
Mostly rice with a bit of chicken
It was only a few weeks,
Shopping at the local
Asian foods store.
Getting used to having
No car to shop with,
Packing a week's worth
Of groceries into a single
Backpack.
We ate mostly rice and
Vegetables with a bit of
Diced chicken for a bit of
Protein, once a week.
Bone-hungry and sick,
Despair set in.
"I want my mom" I said.
I didn't want her often,
Or even at all since leaving.
But after a few weeks of
Rice with nothing,
Anything seemed better
Than waiting for the anemia
To set in.
P.S.
(I didn't call my mom. We relented and subscribed to Walmart's delivery service and now we're doing okay)
YAY! my chicken meatballs came out great and now ive got some nice easy dinners for a few days c:
Diavolo's new sprite looking good
Weirdly good food/drink combinations pt.2:
I call this drink a Turd Cola and despite what the name suggests it is very tasty. You will need a few ingredients for this recipe, I recommend your local grocery store (and I hope that Polly Chocolate is a thing where you live).
There’s gonna be a picture at the end.
Ingredients and supplies:
Your local grocery stores version of cheap off brand Coca Cola (because boycotting brands that support genocide is a good idea)
Fanta exotic (BUT PLEASE BUY A CHEAP OFF BRAND ALTERNATIVE IF YOU CAN BECAUSE FANTA AND COCA COLA ARE OWNED BY THE SAME PEOPLE!)
A bag of Polly’s milk chocolate, maybe even with Åhlgrens Bilar instead of the normal stuffing. (This can unfortunately only be acquired in Sweden so if you’re not in Sweden then you can just buy mini marshmallows)
Pizza (is optional but the bread crumbs floating around add to the experience. buy something from a local small pizza place and not from the really big chains if you can because most of the really big chains should be boycotted for the same reasons as most of the other things on this ingredients list)
A very large wine glass
Now that you have the ingredients what you’re gonna do is:
Pour in the (ripoff) fanta and make sure that you leave about half of the glass empty depending on how much you want of the other ingredients but really it’s up to you because you can always drink some if it gets too full.
Cola, make sure to leave some space in the top for the other ingredients
Put in a handful of the Polly chocolate/mini marshmallows and if you have pizza then you should make sure to leave just a little bit of extra space but now the drink part is complete
Dip in your pizza slice and let it soak for a bit before taking a bite.
Enjoy your pizza and your abomination of a drink!
The picture of what it should look like:
Here’s where part 1 is (I don’t know how to link it in the neat way plz help):
Weirdly good food/drink combinations pt.1:
I’m a bit sick and am currently/have been somewhat delirious for the past few days.
(I still stand by my previous post about Bucky Barnes and disability representation and I will continue to even when I feel better)
Anyways, back to the point:
So naturally, I had the idea of putting honey on my left over pizza that I ate for dinner last night and it is so delicious that it’s crazy.
10/10 highly recommend
Here’s part 2:
Gonna go eat even tho ik it’s gonna make me wanna throw up
Yippee
no because i hate people who say they have an eating disorder because they give their cheetos to someone at lunch. i’m so fucking tired of girls pretending they have a mental illness when all they want is attention. you talking about how much of an unhealthy relationship with food you have does NOT make me feel great in the slightest and it LITERALLY TRIGGERED A RELAPSE IN ME WHEN I WAS GETTING BETTER. i’m so fucking angry i hate lunch so much
Something happened today
Something that made me think.
We went to get food, my friends and I
We went to get food delighted and waiting to buy.
One step closer i get nervous,
Do i really have to eat?
Another step closer,
My heart starts pumping with quickened beats.
We get the food, my friends and I,
One big plate to share amongst us three.
They each grab a spoon and give one to me
They each have a bite and look at me,
Waiting to see if I liked the taste.
Was it always this scary to eat?
Was i always so afraid of their eyes on me?
No, thats not true.
But then whats wrong?
Why can't i eat even though it's what i want?
I stand there awkwardly trying to get a spoonfull
I stand there awkwardly hoping to run away if i could.
In the end I said I didn't want to eat and smiled
In the end , even though I didnt want to I lied.
I thought about it all the way home
And then i thought about it some more.
It makes me sad because I wanted to eat
It makes me mad because I held myself back.
I wanted to be like them when their eyes sparkled at the taste
I wanted to be like them when they ate each bite with no shame on their face.
Im always so ashamed to eat
Even though its a basic need
Im always so ashamed they'd see
And so i hide away behind smiles and a mumbled "Its okay I'm fine"
Something happened today,
Something that made me blink
At the absurdity of my own mind
For making me feel such shame
Over something so small,
Like having a bite.
-scaredofmyvoice
I usually wait till I have atleast a few poems written before I post but this has been on my mind for hours now and I just wanted to let it out.
It's been a rough day guys :<