#and maybe makes mac & cheese

[here-comes-the-moose]

Crowley would absolutely be the partner who gets really over-dramatic when their stomach hurts.

#crowley sprawled out on the sofa: Angel I’m dying #Crowley: just say goodbye to me now Angel I just want to see your face before I die #Aziraphale making him some tea: crowley you know how your corporation reacts to dairy why would you eat clam chowder AND a cheesecake?? #this happens at least once a month #Aziraphale complains about crowley eating things he shouldn’t #but of course this complaining is occurring while he makes crowley tra and/or rubs his tummy #crowley can’t eat certain things but every time he’s like maybe this time will be different #me once again projecting onto crowley #because my body always has the same reaction to fried food but I’ll be damned if I don’t order some fried Mac and cheese bites #crowley #aziraphale #incorrect ineffable husbands #good omens

[sunnykeysmash]

the structure in mac and dennis break up

this is gonna be a short post tbh, I just rewatched the episode and I have a couple of thoughts.

if you need a refresher on what I think the structure is in general, I talk about it here.

I think Mac and Dennis Break Up shows us an example of Mac and Dennis (and Charlie and Frank) working properly in regards to the structure, let me explain why:

First... I don't think there's a need for me to describe the plot of the episode, we all know.

What I want to focus on, is that at one point Mac moves in with Frank and Charlie, and starts bringing his way of life to them.

At first, Frank is thrilled.

"I could use a little structure in my life here." he says.

This reminds me of dialogue from Carries a Corpse.

"Nobody admit this to Mac, but... I feel like he was carrying a ton of weight."

"That would be another one of his annoying identities... the man who could carry stuff."

He's been shown carrying Dennis, on top of generally being inclined to micromanage, take care of others so they're safe, and make decisions or at least demand to be consulted in them (like which movie to watch on movie night).

That's when Mac works best, so I assume that Mac generally brings structure (or is a man of action, as he describes it).

Later on, we see Mac take this too far, and Frank doesn't like it anymore. To me, this is because what this episode tells us is that Charlie and Frank don't work well with a set structure, the way that Mac provides. They're more free.

I think this reading is important because it shows me why The Gang Gets Romantic fundamentally fails in its objective (not as an episode god forbid, I mean in the narrative, especially for Mac and Dennis).

It applies the romcom structure to Charlie and Frank, while it doesn't to Mac and Dennis, when it should be the opposite. Throughout the episode we see that Mac and Dennis keep fitting the tropes to the romcom structure, but they refuse to follow it, and thus it crumbles. It can't work.

Here's another thing.

Dennis' back broke in the S15 finale.

That is funny, yes, but what does this mean when I say that Mac is the (his) structure, then?

Well... Carries a Corpse implies that Mac was carrying most of the weight of the corpse, and the corpse is meant to be the show... and most show meta is basically the same as Dennis meta (most meta lines seem to relate to him, whether the fact he left for north dakota and came back, or the fact he's a dad, being between life and death, breaking his back aka the structure, and so on), as I have discussed better in my other post.

Point being, Mac carries Dennis. That's what he's meant to do, and what he does best in their relationship.

This makes me think of another recent scene that I think is emblematic of their dynamic... but in an interesting way.

So, in 2020: a Year in Review, Mac and Dennis work together on a song.

They seem to be in harmony, but eventually start disagreeing and stop altogether to focus on something else. Why?

Because Dennis is working on the backup vocals, and Mac is working on the words. Which means their roles are reversed. Mac is supposed to be carrying the song, like the wind beneath his wings that he is, and Dennis, like the man of words that he is, should be responsible for the lyrics. They're doing each other's job, which means any harmony they reach is still bound to crack a bit the moment the song doesn't work for them.

Their seating position on their sofa reflects this.

Compare it to Mac and Dennis Break Up, which is supposed to be our ideal.

They're in each other's places, in 2020.

This isn't new, they've been sitting in each other's places ever since Break Up. Mac was sitting in Dennis' place in MFHP, Dennis was sitting in Mac's place in Gets Romantic.

So tl;dr... Mac and Dennis work well under structure, when Mac is the one to bring it and carry Dennis. They fit a proper couple structure after all. Charlie and Frank don't work as well under structure, since their relationship is more unique and doesn't quite abide by normal rules because of that.

This does bring me to one last consideration though...

They're back in their right spots, in season 16! Only problem is... couch is different. I would argue an inflatable couch doesn't offer the same amount of support (structure) that a normal one would...

Now that Dennis' structural essence broke, is he gonna feel what it's like when Mac is absent?

Perhaps this is why in Cursed we get Mac as the lucky one while the others as so unlucky they start to believe they're cursed (according to the synopsis...).

So the whole gang needs Mac?

Well...

In Goes To Hell pt2, when they build the human pyramid, it's both Mac and Dennis that end up at the bottom, as its structure.

So maybe... Dennis needs Mac as his structure, and the gang needs them to be in sync so they can both, together, support them (or shut the hell up about it, as both madbu and s15 would argue). Maybe this realization could be what brings the gang to work together in order to get them together. But that's getting into just speculation so imma end it here.

I like these thoughts though... Mac and Dennis being the foundation, the structure of the whole thing :)

#iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #s16 spoilers #always sunny #macdennis #macden #analysis #meta #this is as good as ''mac is the rat dennis is the cheese and together they're the trap of macdennis'' #i do love building meta off of other meta that i pre-established... makes me feel like im citing my own research papers #if this only makes sense to me im so sorry my bad. it will happen again #this was born as a twitter thread while i rewatched madbu and things started making a bit too much sense so i had to write about it #i think if by the end of inflates they go back to their normal couch thats like golden sign that macden is going canon #cuz they maybe start experimenting different couches and none of them work for them. so they start blowing them all up #you know. like the stew!!! throwing it in the face instead of eating. using it wrong to get a thrill. #but by the end theyre like... no actually. our old one worked the best. for us. it worked. it supported us right #not flimsy like an inflatable couch is #so mark my words. if by the end of inflates we see macden sitting AT THEIR RIGHT SPOTS with THE RIGHT COUCH mirroring madbu... #then macdennis is gonna happen. period #dennis is gonna figure out that mac is his structure and theyre gonna go back. together. at the BOTTOM of the gang pyramid #getting pissed on together<3 like meerkats #dennis ''i aint goin down'' reynolds when hes destined to be part of the structural support and thus has to go down and stay down #dedicating this post to parker and joe they'll know what i mean #dennis reynolds #mac mcdonalds

[realbeefman]

hate when people characterize dennis as someone who has safe sex. the man hooks up with random women from craigslist and likes to “bind and be bound” yet has tools that are pretty widely known within the community to be unsafe. dude maybe uses a condom regularly and has watched an ungodly amount of porn with “bdsm etiquette” and thats as far as he’s willing to go with it. he gets off on the illusion of danger and the illusion of power but he hates himself a little too much to ever actually let himself feel truly safe during sex.

anyways i think princess dennis looked particularly pathetic and like a sopping wet cat in the reunion episode and this scene always makes me giggle simply bc he looks like a lost toddler throwing a temper tantrum

#dennis only uses a condom when hes concerned abt sanitation #which is. like semi frequently #cuz normally he makes women shower (because he is cray cray) #i think with mac he would maybe use a condom. but mac is allergic to them so that inhibits his plans #with charlie he DEFINITELY uses a condom #cuz as desperate as he is to fuck that little man #he is NOT so desperate that he is willing to risk charlie ‘i wash my balls every friday’ kellys dick cheese #also mac wld fight him abt using a condom but charlie wld just go with it #ANYWAYS enough rambling about gay sex for one post #its always sunny in philadelphia #iasip #its always sunny #dennis reynolds

[soldier-poet-king]

I slept nearly 11 hours and I'm STILL upset and angry, and further upset and angry with myself for letting it get to me, and it's just >:(

#franposting #its ok. i had a coffee. am reading Naruto. #going to mass soon (woo slacker sleep in mass time) #gonna work on my cross stitch this afternoon #do some meal prep. either make some pasta salad or maybe a zucchini skillet #maybe some homemade mac and cheese bc im sad #idk cook smthn #then ofc play more bg3 #and ignore my stupid dumb mean family #my mothers displeasure is more known today #and its like. i literally was talking about how shes become kinder this week. wrt queer ppl on tv #and then. the irony of it all. everything is fine as long as its not me ig #shout out to my father who has soooo many problems but is at least being good abt this #but. yeah. im. upsetti #but also already dreaming of fillin in the half sleeve. i need sunflowers and dandelions. hellebore and lilies. bees!!! #all those hopeful lovely things for my soul #im also gonna get another helix piercing i think. in the opposite ear. more of a cuff style #its just. fuck it. im tired of squishing myself into a lil box for literally no reason #no moral reason no social reason just shitty fear and family

[tangledinink]

our spider plant has a ton of babies r/n, so i should probably set up some propagations and repot the last batch...

.... but thats soooo much wooorrrrkkkkkkkkk....

#uGH #i gotta #get up??? and move things around?!?! #seriously?! #maybe ill make some mac and cheese first and THEN consider taking a crack at it

[pagesofkenna]

@islandoforder they sell this at my local grocer's with all the other herbs and spices, and it truly is great on everything. when i was poor at Uni i made my mom send me a bottle in her first care package, and i grabbed some for my first shopping trip stocking up my new apartment

#this and Tajin fruit season are used somewhat interchangeably for any bland/unspiced dish im making #spaghetti sauce from a jar? throw in the creole seasoning. mac and cheese from a box? needs the creole seasoning #homemade burgers? creole seasoning. beef stew? creole seasoning. potato hash? creole seasoning! #i have yet to put it on a salad at the back of the bottle suggests but maybe... #food tag

[thebluestbluewords]

Gremlin rights tbh

Carlos & Mal, ~1200 words, TW for food issues in this one. (unspecified food issues because I'm not sure how to further tag this)

*

“What's for dinner?” Mal demands, walking into the sunroom of the fucking gorgeous mansion that they live in now, because life is weirdly good sometimes, and people like to pay Evie for her work nowadays, which means that she can do things like buy an entire house just because she wants one, and not have to worry about spending the summer at Auradon Prep again like they did last year. 

Carlos, who is lying on the couch with his feet tucked up and under the blanket draped over the back, looks up from his game at the dramatic entrance. 

Mal looks back at him, somewhat expectantly. She absolutely reeks of magic, the sort of burning woodsmoke smell that always happens when she does experiments with her powers. It doesn’t happen when she’s using familiar spells, which Carlos thinks privately, in the space of his own brain where Mal will never hear him, means that the woodsmoke smell is actually just the smell of Mal’s brain cells dying as she flash-cooks them with the effort it takes for her to learn new things. 

“Hey,” Carlos says, in greeting. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do when you see someone you care about and also live with. “My day was fine, thanks for asking.” 

Mal snorts. “Yeah, okay, mine was too. Don’t be a princess about it.” she pauses, and walks more fully into the sunroom, which is mostly an early-evening shade room at the moment.  “S’there dinner?” she adds hopefully, like somehow saying it again will make food appear somewhere in the immediate area. 

They’ve had this fight before. Carlos takes a moment to assess the color of Mal’s eyes, and then promptly decides that it’s going to be a fine night to have it again. 

“Chips.” he says, gesturing at the bag he’s got balanced on his chest. 

It’s been– 

Well. 

It’s been a long day. 

Mal stares at the bag like it’s done her some sort of personal injury. “That’s not dinner,” she says, sounding almost horrified with herself. Or possibly she’s horrified about the chips. Carlos truly cannot be fucked to figure out why Mal’s upset about eating junk food for dinner.  “Dinner is something better than that.” 

Chips are delicious, and anyone who thinks otherwise does not deserve a place on Carlos’s couch. He sticks out a foot, just in case Mal gets any bright ideas about sitting down. “It’s what I’m having for dinner tonight. What’re you having?” 

Mal sighs. “I was gonna eat whatever you’re having,” she says slowly, kicking the corner of the couch. “But if you’re not making anything….” 

It’s mean. And rude, and wholly unnecessary. But sometimes they all must give in to their baser villainous impulses, and Carlos is no exception. He reaches slowly into the bag on his chest, and pulls out a single, unbroken chip to hold out to Mal.  “Chip?” he offers brightly. 

Mal growls. “I’m getting takeout,” she grumbles, kicking the couch again, with more force this time. “And I’m not going to share it with you, dumbass.” 

Carlos sticks his tongue out at her, because it seems like the thing to do. Not sharing is fine by him. There’s a reason why he’s not eating real food for dinner tonight, and it’s not just the lazy summer energy that seems to have spread through the house like an invisible fog. Sometimes, the very thought of eating actual food is too much, and the idea of anything more substantial than salt and air makes his stomach churn and ache like it used to back home when things were really bad. Not starvation-bad, when he’d eat anything that didn’t look like it was growing its own set of teeth to eat him back, but the kind of bad where everything felt sharp and bright and awful, and mother was more lucid and able to keep track of the supplies in the house, and sneaking anything more than what she’d determined was his fair share meant a punishment that would leave him wishing it was the other kind of bad times.

 At least when they all starved on the isle there was a sense of camaraderie about it. The barges would stop, and everyone would ration as best they could until the boats picked back up again. A lot of people on the isle understood that sort of hunger, but not a lot of people understand the sort that comes from being hungry, and having food in the house, and knowing that if you take any, it’ll be worse than if you haven’t. 

The feeling now isn’t quite the same as it was back home, but the result is the same. Evie’s house, Evie’s rules, Evie’s money that pays for the groceries, so even if Carlos did want to cook dinner tonight, which he doesn’t, there’s no way of knowing how much he’s supposed to have without Evie here to lead, so the uneasy almost-queasy feeling wins out and dinner remains a thing to do when there’s other people around. And sure, Mal is here now, but she’s more of a horrible creature than a human anyway, and once the feeling of persistent unease has started, it’s easier to keep riding the wave of it and ignoring food than it is to force himself to get up and make something to force down. 

The whole messy business of it all seems too impossibly complicated to explain to Mal. “Have fun trying to get delivery out here!” Carlos calls instead, as she’s stomping out of the room to find the drawer full of takeout menus that Evie likes to keep around for when she’s feeling especially rich and luxurious. 

Mal waves a middle finger back. “Fuck you!” 

*

Five minutes later, give or take, Mal comes stomping back into the sunroom with a paper menu in her hand and murder in her eyes. 

Right. 

“Where’s a phone.” Mal growls, and it’s not a question. 

There’s an aesthetically pleasing midnight blue rotary phone on the wall in the hallway that nobody ever bothered to hook up. There’s also another one, creamy white faded with years of use and poor upkeep to a brownish-yellow, in the little closet upstairs that they’ve all been calling the phone closet and refusing to use for anything more practical than the phone and the much-worn armchair shoved inside it. If Carlos is being entirely honest, there’s also a cell phone in his hand, although that one is currently playing a game that he’s not exactly willing to pause in order for her royal purpleness to make a phone call. 

There’s also a glossy purple cell phone on the counter in the kitchen, which has been sitting there for the better part of a week, uncharged. 

“Your phone’s dead,” Carlos says, trying not to sound too snotty about it. “Mine’s occupied.” 

Mal growls. 

Carlos shakes the bag of chips at her. “Dinner,” he sing-songs, shaking the bag enticingly in her general direction, eyes still on his phone. “I’m not cooking tonight.” 

“I’m feeding myself.” 

Mal is categorically hopeless at everything except for baking. 

“Great, go for it,” Carlos says, eyes still glued to the game. His armies aren’t doing well in the eternal fight against the forces of space. It’s a little frustrating. “Have fun, don’t burn the house down.”

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #mal bertha #carlos de vil #it's set loosely postcanon in a world where I guess D3 either doesn't happen or hasn't happened yet #the timeline is vague just like the resolution of this #I think maybe how it ends is with them both agreeing to compromise and eat pb brownie batter directly out of the bowl??? #or possibly they talk about their trauma and why they are the way that they are while Mal succeeds at making one of her two (2) meals #my personal hc here is that she can bake but boy!! she truly can't cook #her two meals are scrambled eggs (because they involve breaking things and minor violence) #and mac and cheese from a box #because she's still enjoying the novelty of eating things from a box and food that comes with instructions is usually attainable for Mal #seriously though: #food issues tw

[this-doesnt-endd]

Watched 13 going on 30 and was like okay im gonna get my life together and we'll start by cleaning and ive hit the point where im hungry and im either making food and possibly staying awake possibly falling right asleep or not making food and just going to bed but i have the emotional momentum and i dont wanna lose it

#maybe if i hadnt been struggling w netflix forever i would have had dinner #now that i think abt it i dont think i really had anything today other than drinks #ill prolly go to bed cause i dont wanna make anything #i thought i had a top ramen i do not and my microwave mac n cheese is the big one not the small one so i dont wanna make it #i want some fries #had some amazing fries last night and i want them again #but its late so i prolly should just go to bed #i got a lot done this morning then vibed i was feeling so productive i was gonna sew a nightgown then i took a nap #and none of that happened

[weezeryuri]

falls asleep cutely

#going to make homemade mac and cheese when i get up maybe. im sad and soooo tired

[klonoadoortophantomile]

do people actually like american cheese. like genuinely ?

#maybe its jsut cuz i dont like cheese all that much but that shit tastes so bad . literally like plastic #i tried making a grilled cheese with it a while ago cuz we ran out of the cheese i used the first time #it was so awful i couldnt finish it. i thinkn the only times ive ever tolerated american cheese is in like #my moms mac n cheese and sometimes burgers but even then thats kinda hit or miss #inquisitivewaltz.txt

[sourapplesauces]

Being the eldest daughter is just so ughh... why are all my male family members watching tv/gaming meanwhile im cooking and setting up the christmas tree 🙃

#yes i said cooking AND setting up the christmas treee #im making baked mac and cheese btw #ppl should give women more credit for all they do during the holidays #idk i just want some help maybe??

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

the pizza turned out really good! The crust ended up thicker than I anticipated but it's still crispy not doughy!!

#definitely gotta add this to my rotation of dinners! esp since it makes enough for leftovers! #I was originally gonna make it penne alfredo pizza like with the pasta on the pizza so maybe I'll do that next time! #or maybe i could try to make mac and cheese pizza! #though making mac and cheese is a lil intensive #ignore me

[wellthatschaotic]

recipes for guys who can't cook and have no executive function that will last 300 meals so i never have to do it again

#chaos chitters #maybe ill make mac n cheese...but what if my aunts judge me for making multiple servings #you may notice by now that i am in constant fear of being Judged or Criticized

[biohazard-inevitable]

Wanna come back to my place for some fun?~~~~

What? No i dont want to have sex with you- I was gonna give you a whole 3 course meal but noooooooooooo

#asexual #ace spec #this popped into my head and it was funny #i would much rather cook for someone than fuck them #food is so many millions of times better than sex #and seeing someone else enjoy your cooking is even BETTER #i wanna make broccoli cheddar soup….. #and more tomato soup #oh and chicken mac n cheese #mac n cheese from scratch entirely #oooo and i can always be down for a steak~ #maybe rub down some ribs and get em smokin over some hickory #when i have a place of my own im having a grease disposal and a grill out back #maybe a smoker too #for good ol texan barbecues #man i get to do the neighborhood barbecue and we get folks comin over and set up classic bbq games #bring texas with me wherever i go #ohhhhhhh and it’ll be a dream to have the privilidge to cook wagyu #cook things i may never eat but someone else with have so much joy in eating #have a beautiful stove and an oven and both an air fryer AND a deep fryer #a blender AND a food processor #microwave will be mostly reheating stuff and frozen meals when we’re out of stuff or im tired #OHHHHHHH AND WE’LL HAVE A DEEP FREEZER!!!!!! #oh emile i hope you’re getting all this #wanna cook for you so BAD

[cheapcheapfaker]

already hungry enough to make lunch after making myself a second breakfast an hour and a half ago knowing im also gonna need to have a before dinner snack so i can have energy to make dinner where ill most likely not even have leftovers to save for lunch like i used to anymore and then also maybe an after dinner bowl of cereal and havin to make all this food not to mention seeing the amount of silverware n dishes im goin through and and and

#is this how ppl w big appetites live??? you live like this??? #ive got a hobbit ass appetite rn #it’s EXHAUSTING i love food i love eating but #HAVING to eat so much or i get nauseous is just such a damn drag omfg #i used to have a very milky coffee and maybe a parfait and a small lunch and be #ok for dinner this is insanity. i am runnin out of forks and spoons #i had 2/3 of a very milky coffee. robust apple pie smoothie w oats and Greek yogurt and apples #then some Mac n cheese w spicy furikake (try that combo btw if you can its dank) #and im already #considering making my lunch burrito early. IM TIRED #AND IM NOT REALLY GAINING ANY WEIGHT?? #where is it going #the beans gonna bust outta me the size of that scary baby from the rugrats

[heyfagbutt]

I think if I tried to explain to someone that my grocery delivery driver giving me the wrong item was highly traumatic they would laugh at me and think I was stupid but the reality is when you're disabled, have no access to a grocery store within walking distance either because they are closed or dont exist, can't drive, had to beg strangers for the very money paying for your dinner all while feeling guilty because you should just be eating beans and rice because they are cheap and every eating while poor guide wants you to eat fucking beans forever - never mind having to tip and use more precious resources because you won't screw over a fellow struggling person!- even though it's going to trigger your ED from decades of poverty eating and food bank food (never mind your fatigue is going to prevent you from washing the dishes to cook let alone cook the meal itself) and then the huge family sized tray of Mac and cheese you were going to split with your boyfriend to make sure you had the energy to walk to the corner store tomorrow when they open and spend the pennies you had left on the aforementioned rice above to make sure you can eat the rest of the week and then they hand you an individual size... Well.

#and then you dont want to eat at all anymore and make your boyfriend sad #disordered eating #sorry about the vent im just trying really hard to not have a mental health crisis over mac and cheese #and maybe some pity will help