#captain crunch chicken | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fuctacles · 3 months

Text

in love and war

For Spicy Six Winter Challenge hosted by @thefreakandthehair

“I fucking hate him,” Steve seethes into the phone, sniffling loudly right after.

Robin makes a disgusted noise.

“Not right in my ear! Use a tissue!”

“Don't have any,” he murmurs, using his sleeve instead.

“Need me to make a grocery run for you? Get some chicken soup while I’m at it?” She’s joking, but there’s a hint of “I'll do it if you need it” in her voice.

“I’m fine,” he insists. “Just a bit cold.”

“I think you should just tell him he’s going too far-”

“No,” he interrupts her. “I want my revenge. This is war now.”

Robin sighs into the receiver the last breath of hope that her best friend will act like an adult.

“Okay. What’s the plan, Captain?”

He winces.

“Scoops flashbacks, pick a different code name.”

She hums in thought but comes up with an alternative suspiciously fast.

“What's the plan, Batman?”

“What?”

“Because of the bat?”

“That’s stupid.” He searches his brain for the matching nerd trivia. “And that of course, would make you Robin?”

“Precisely!”

He can imagine her grin and it’s hard to be annoyed at that. He scoffs nevertheless. On principle.

“We’re planning revenge on Joker or what?”

“Fine.”

It started like all wars do. With a lover's quarrel. At least that’s how Robin will tell the story at their wedding, but that's over a decade ahead. Now, here, it starts with a snowball.

“Hey!”

Steve swerves around to look for the culprit but while there’s none in sight, he spots a familiar van, standing nearby. His eyes narrow and he reaches down to scoop some snow.

“I know it’s you, Eddie! Show yourself!”

Silence. He keeps his eyes peeled while slowly moving to the side. The snow crunches under his foot and something black shifts near the front of the van. He throws.

The black something yelps.

“Score!” Steve cheers.

But just a second later he’s plowed with a flurry of snow.

“Munson!” he growls, hiding his face and ducking as fast as he can behind his car. There’s no aim or finesse to Eddie’s throws, he’s going for the pure quantity of them, meaning must have been making snowballs since he left the store about an hour ago. Steve has no chance.

The balls are sturdy and precisely formed, he can feel their impact on his back. Can hear them thudding against his car.

“You’ll be paying for the lacquer job!” he yells and the shooting stops. Figuring it’ll give him a second to arm up he starts scooping snow and forming balls. He’s at a disadvantage again, his car is parked in a mostly shoveled parking lot. Unlike Eddie’s, standing on the curb where the snow has been piled up.

Switching to the offensive would be his best move probably.

Or he could get in his car and leave. But where’s the fun in that?

He holds a ball ready and peeks out. A snow projectile wheezes right above his head while he nearly takes Eddie’s hat off.

“Nice aim, Munson!”

“Fuck you, jock!”

Steve cackles in delight and for a moment they exchange more throws like that.

“You chickening out?”

“Never!”

“Out of ammo, huh?”

“You fucking wish!”

He was, though, running out of snow. It was time to attack.

He throws a couple more balls by the front of the car while shuffling to the back.

“That's all you’ve got?!”

He doesn’t answer not to compromise his position. And then, he runs.

Eddie has a ball in hand when he spots him but is too stunned to aim properly. He screams and turns around to flee, but his long legs aren’t going to save him, because Steve isn’t here to chase him.

Instead, he jumps.

They both land in a pile of snow.

“Steve, no! No, no, no!”

“You started it!” he reminds him, shoveling snow down his jacket while he screams.

“Steeeeeeeeeve!”

He thought that was all, but it turned out it was just the beginning.

A furious Henderson walked into the store the next day.

“Eddie is sneezing,” he says like it was Steve’s fault somehow. He raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, and?”

“And, if he’s sick he won’t be able to DM and we’re this close to the big bad!”

“Okay, still-”

“And it’s your fault!”

“Yeah, no-”

“Steve.” Dustin pushes himself up on the counter, his feet dangling just to get right into Steve’s face. “You put a finger on my DM and you’ll perish.”

Steve bops him on the forehead. It makes him lose his balance and stumble back on his feet.

“Sure munchkin, I’m quaking in my boots.”

“I’ll make sure mom never makes a chocolate cake for you,” he threatens with a venom no high schooler should be capable of.

“Is this really about yesterday?” Robin peeks out of the horror aisle.

“Yes!”

“Apparently.”

“You guys are ridiculous,” she comments and goes back behind the shelves. Which reminds Steve he’s at work and this is, in fact, ridiculous.

“Listen, I’m not touching Eddie. He started it, first of all, and it got a bit out of hand. It’s not like we’re holding snow fights every day,” he waves his hand dismissively.

Dustin squints at him.

“You better not be.”

“No worries, I’m not a child. I have better stuff to do.”

“Uh-huh.”

Steve frowns at his tone.

“Hey, what is that supposed to-”

But Dustin already turned around, off towards the fantasy section.

“Dustin!”

“You’ve raised him well.”

“Shit!” Steve jumped up when Robin appeared next to him. “Warn a guy, jeez.”

“Yeah, no,” she smiles sweetly at him. “Get back to work, since you’re not a child.”

He huffs.

When they close the store a couple of hours later, he realizes he hadn’t taken the other variable into account. Eddie was a child and had nothing better to do.

Moreso, he found back up.

Turns out Max and Lucas were much better shots than him, moving the scales in their favor.

That is until a fire lit up in Robin's eyes and she started throwing snowballs with an alarming accuracy.

“Where did that come from?” he marvels at her with wide eyes.

“You’re looking at a five-year family champion in snow fights. Twas the only way I could be violent against my gross cousins,” she explains, laser-focused on the ginger strands peeking from behind the van.

He laughs, mostly providing her with ammo while she does the shooting.

“Why are you encouraging this?!”

Robin was the one on the receiving end of Dustin’s wrath this time. Steve watched it with amused anticipation, but all she did was shrug.

“I just got caught in the crossfire. Don’t involve me in this.”

And then she disappeared in the back.

“Steve!”

Steve sighs.

“What did I say?!”

“Not to touch your DM? Which I didn’t. He’s the one who brought reinforcements!”

“You must have done something! Eddie doesn’t just start shit!”

Steve scoffs.

“Well, clearly you don’t know your friend so well, then. Because he sure fucking does and he sure fucking did.”

“He sure fucking didn’t!”

“Language!”

And so, Dustin storms out. A moody teenager shouldn’t be getting to him as much as he is, but he does and Steve’s in a foul mood now.

Robin, bless her heart, stays an extra hour to close up with him again. They both steal glances through the shop’s windows, in search of any anomalies. The coast seems clear.

“Maybe he parked in the back?”

“That wouldn’t make sense.”

They were standing, eyes glued to the glass, keys ready.

“Well, this whole thing doesn’t make sense.”

Robin nods to that and pushes the door.

There is no ambush. They walk briskly to Steve’s car, and no snowballs swish by. The doors close behind them, wrapping them in metallic safety.

“Steve.”

“Right.”

He shakes out of his stupor and starts the ignition. He drives Robin home and nobody follows. Slowly, he relaxes.

“Hope that’s the end of it.” Robin squeezes his shoulder before leaving. “Take a hot bath, call it an early night. You’re tense like it’s another apocalypse.”

He shoots her a glare.

“Don’t joke like that. Jesus Christ, Robin!”

She waves her hand.

“I’m just saying! You’re stressing over nothing!”

She was right, of course. He sighed.

“I guess. It’s all Dustin’s fault, it’s like he knows exactly how to piss me off.”

Robin rolls her eyes and he doesn’t need to hear how stupid it is to get involved in a high-schooler's drama. He knows.

He drives home with the radio turned down, already winding down from a long day at work. There’s some leftover soup in the fridge and he can whip himself a quick grilled cheese. Maybe he’ll open a beer and watch a sitcom before falling asleep.

Damn, he feels old.

Calmness settles over him with the sound of his tires switching from asphalt to the short driveway to his house. He steps out of the car, noticing the new layer of snow under his shoes. Makes a mental note to shovel it the next day. When he turns around he sees a snowman in his front yard and he frowns at it. When did that happen?

“Duck!”

He does so instinctively, monster-fighting reflexes kicking in. A snowball falls apart against his car’s window.

“It’s a trap!”

Someone answers to that with a battle cry and all hell breaks loose.

Hands are pulling him behind the car as he watches the snowman fall apart, revealing a red-nosed Eddie. He’s too stunned to react and lets himself be moved around until he’s crouching next to rosy-cheeked Lucas.

“Changing teams?” He raises eyebrows at him.

“Well, last time I only joined for Max. Now I think Eddie’s going overboard.”

“No shit,” Steve scoffs. They form snowballs while talking.

“He’s got Mike and Will on his side.”

“Will?”

“He goes where Mike goes.” Lucas shrugs.

“Well, we can take them.” Between his and Lucas’ skills, the nerds stood no chance. He sighs. “I just wanted a nice night in. Maybe I could make a break for it…?” He can’t even see his front door from here.

“I could distract them when they run out of ammo,” Lucas offers.

“You’re a godsend.”

Eddie seems to be possessed. The snowman hid his stash of snowballs, which he now throws without thought.

“Show yourself, jocks! There’s a traitor in your midst that I’d want a word with!”

Lucas rolls his eyes before jumping up and hitting Eddie square in the chest.

“Where’s the other two?” he frowns, gathering snow again.

Steve takes a cautious look around just in time to see one of the snow-capped bushes move. He barely ducks from a projectile Mike throws.

This feels like a proper ambush, the two of them hiding behind a car while the other three close in. Eddie has abandoned his snowman post, his probably-last snowballs carried in his arm while he swings with the other one.

“I think we should make a run for it,” Steve whispers, trying to hit Eddie while he zig zags out of the way. Thankfully losing some ammunition in the process.

“We’re sticking to the plan. When I tell you, run to your door, I’ll run to my house. It’s not far from here anyway.”

Steve nods, somehow used to listening to plans made by his younger friends.

They keep throwing, looking for the right opportunity, when something happens on the other front.

“Will!”

Mike stands in shock, mouth gaping, as he turns to his best friend. Will giggles mischievously, taking a step back.

“Mutiny! Get him!”

“Now!”

They start running. Will from Mike, Mike after him. Steve to the door. Eddie drops his ammo to cut his way and Lucas scrambles to attack him but he’s unfazed. Before the boy realizes the snowballs don’t bother him because he’s solely focused on Steve, it’s too late.

Eddie grapples Steve, they flop over a bush and roll in the snow.

“Ha! How the turns have tabled!”

“I think it’s-” but he doesn’t get to finish before he’s hit with an avalanche of snow. “What the fuck, Eddie?!”

“You took one of mine and now you have to pay!” the man on top of him declares, holding him in the snow. His cheeks are red and his nose is running but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“If you get any snot on me I’ll fucking-!”

Lucas runs into them, trying to get Eddie off of him but it only makes him cling to Steve and roll them away in the snow.

“Eddie!!!”

They shovel snow at each other until Lucas manages to get a hold of Eddie and Steve scrambles to make a run to his house.

His shivering hands lock the door and he looks through the window. Eddie seems to have given up his pursuit and is giving Lucas a noogie. When he lets go he’s motioning to his van, probably offering him a ride home. He’s even weirder than Steve thought and he just can’t get a read on the guy.

As they are walking away, Eddie turns and spots Steve in the window. Covered in snow and red-faced, he grins brightly and waves at him.

Steve shows him the finger.

#spicysixwinterfanworkschallenge #steddie #mine #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #ff #st #stranger things 4 #steddie fanfiction #steddie one shot

123 notes · View notes

luimagines · 3 months

Text

Warrior's Masterlist

Breathless

A Late Night Game of Chicken

Firelight Bandages

Captain Crunch (Platonic)

A Dragon’s Dominance

Soulmate Stones

How to be a Heartbreaker

It’s The Little Things

Saffron Isn’t Dead

Oh Captain, My Captain

Aren't You Married?

Falling For You

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #lu warriors #lu warrior

79 notes · View notes

lumosinlove · 9 months

Text

Last minute decision to do @oknutzyweek2023 because FUN!! Decided to add a little twist.

So: O’Knutzy Week (Taylor’s Version)

Day One: Summer Vacation (all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing)

Two times Logan had a cold and was a BABY about it.

Harvard

There was a flood warning. The whole locker room’s phones blared to attention at once. Finn saw the coaches frowning. Someone flipped the news on. The roads were gone, frigid wind rising from the spray of cars passing through puddles that were as good as small lakes. Blurry red lights and reporters barely hanging onto their umbrellas, sleet stinging their eyes.

Finn caught Percy’s eye and could almost taste it in the wink Percy dropped him. There was no way they were making it to this game.

Max slapped him on the back, short light brown hair sticking up in every direction from his post-practice shower. “Looks like we won’t be line mates after all, Captain.”

Finn sent him a half-smile. “Hm? Oh, yeah, man. Another time.”

It wasn’t good. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t anything he was proud of, but the idea of going on a roadie without Logan had been enough to get Finn down for days. A strange ache huddled in his chest, confusing him until he remembered the sight of Logan, feverish and red-nosed in his bed. Max was great. They would have been great on a line together. He was fast and he kept bodies away from Finn. But Max wasn’t Logan.

“All right, boys, you called it,” Coach sighed, hanging up his phone. “Game’s off. Let’s all get home safe now. Keep a close eye on these roads, it’s a river out there.”

At least the guys had the good sense not to cheer, but Finn knew they were all glad for the break. Exams were coming up fast and called for late nights in the library. Finn was exhausted. The games had been hard. They’d been missing Logan on the ice more than any of them cared to admit. He filled gaps that Finn never even thought to look for.

And it wasn’t good. It wasn’t healthy. But Finn felt stretched thin, brittle and sullen, when Logan wasn’t near.

Among the rustle of guys packing up and leaving, Finn hid a small smile, shoved his earbuds in, and pressed call.

The five rings it took for Logan to answer felt like the distance laughing in Finn’s face.

“Hm,” came from the line.

“Did I wake you?” Finn asked.

“Non,” Logan rasped, but Finn could hear it in his voice. He looked down at the call-screen, brushing a thumb over Logan’s contact picture: Grinning, half rolling his eyes maybe. From one of the boys’ pre-season road trips. Finn could just see his bare shoulders, and maybe no one else knew, but Finn had memorized the way his body had looked that day. Golden and strong. Hidden curves of muscles that Finn had mapped out with his thumbs, that one time. Once.

“Finn?” Logan’s voice asked, accompanied by a harsh cough.

“Oh, sorry, hi.” Finn rubbed his eyes. “Hi, I’m here. Just calling to say game’s cancelled.”

“You’re coming home?”

Finn laughed softly. The hope in Logan’s voice was unmistakable. “You’re such a baby when you’re sick.”

“Bring me soup.”

“I will, I will.”

Finn wished he could make Logan soup, the real kind that his dad got from the deli around the corner when he and Alex were sick. Slight crunch of carrots, soft celery, thick egg noodles, bayleaf and rosemary. He wanted Logan to be better.

Finn zipped up his backpack. “Can you get better already?”

All he got in return was a disgruntled scoff. “I’m trying.” Then, after a moment, “You miss me?”

Finn smiled. He didn’t care who saw. It was Logan’s voice in his ears and his ears alone. “You know it.”

“Yo,” Percy said when the door to OKN slammed behind them. They were all freezing, knuckles tucked under the straps of their backpacks. “You going to check on the gremlin?”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “Kitchen first though. Gotta heat up some chicken noodle.”

Percy snorted. “He knows the stairs still work the same, right?”

Finn dropped his bags and laughed. “Oh, he knows.”

He went to the cupboard and found the cans of chicken noodle he’d picked up. The sink was a mess but he scrubbed a pan clean then stood close to the hot burner while it boiled. The rain was turning to snow outside and he, honestly, couldn’t remember the last time he’d been actually warm. He held his palms over the soup, beginning to bubble, and tried to rub some of the rawness out of his knuckles. He put it in a mug, easier for Logan to hold. Silver, Percy’s dog, came in and sniffed at his ankles, whining until Finn fished a piece of carrot out with the spoon and gave it to her.

How long did this storm give him to relax? A day or two. He still had to finish his Romanticism paper. He needed that book from Kelsey in his theory class. Logan’s soup was getting cold, Logan was sick, Logan was falling behind on his reading and there was only so much Finn could do to help. Logan, maybe, would let Finn spoon up against his back again while he shivered through his fever.

When he opened Logan’s door, he was hit with—well, the only word Finn’s brain supplied was summer. Logan had the heat in his room high, blankets wrapped tight around his shoulders. He was a half-visible lump in the bed, the darkness as good as humidity.

“Jesus,” Finn said as warmth began to seep back into his fingers. “Lo?”

No reply. Finn shut the door softly, then sat on the edge of Logan’s bed, setting the soup down. He put a hand on Logan’s back.

“Got your soup, baby,” he said—and then snapped his mouth shut. He’d meant it as—no, he’d meant—He’d meant here’s your soup. You big baby. But he hadn’t—had he? Baby. I just want to take care of you, and read all of your books to you and I want you to feel better, I miss you, I don’t know how to play without you—

Slowly, Logan rolled onto his back and blinked up at him. Finn stared back and had no idea if he’d heard or not. Baby.

“Raining?” Logan asked.

“Snow,” Finn said. He tapped a fingernail on the mug, making a soft clinking sound. “Soup.”

“We have to study.” Logan groaned and turned into his pillow before pushing himself up on one elbow. His hair was a mess. Needed a wash, too. When the blankets fell down, Finn swore he felt another wave of heat roll off of Logan’s bare chest and sink into his very bones.

“Don’t worry about that now,” Finn said. “Little vacation first, maybe.”

After a moment, one green eye peaked out at him. “Vacation?”

“Feels like the Bahamas in here, that’s good enough for me.”

Logan groaned. “I feel like the Bahamas.”

“So you are feeling better.”

“Non, ugh.”

Finn laughed, but at the frown that settled between Logan’s eyebrows, he quieted. It was a small risk, but he didn’t think Logan would call him on it—He pushed Logan’s sweaty hair off of his forehead. “I know, Lo. I’m sorry.”

Logan closed his eyes. “Oh, your hand is so cold.”

“Oh, sorry.” Finn made to pull back, but Logan gripped his wrist and kept him there.

“Non. Non, it feels good.” Logan dragged Finn’s hand to his cheek and let out a breath. “Fuck.”

Finn could only watched, lips parted, as Logan pressed Finn’s hands against his own neck, his chest, his forehead and cheeks. Finn didn’t dare move on his own. He let Logan put him where he wanted.

After what felt like an hour of Finn holding his breath and trying not to enjoy this too much, Logan let him go and sat up for his mug. He made a face that was something between relieved and dissatisfied.

“This soup is terrible.” He gave a shiver and sank back down into his blankets.

“I know,” Finn said, still caught on the soft roll of the R in Logan’s mouth. His lips were red, chapped. His eyes were vividly green against his fever-bright cheeks.

“What can I do?” Finn said softly. He needed to do something.

Logan looked at him for a long moment. Finn wanted him to say get in. Pull those heated, Logan-filled blankets back for him and let Finn sink into his favorite universe. The one where they might be each other’s.

“Nothing,” Logan whispered.

Nothing. That word out of Logan’s mouth could send him any which way. What could Finn do? Nothing. Nothing is what this seemed, sometimes. But it was everything. Finn was hopelessly trying, pushing and pushing himself to keep up with Logan. To try and figure out what Logan wanted from him. What more could he do?

Logan reached out and grabbed Finn’s hand again, bringing it back to his forehead. It startled a small laugh out of Finn.

“I’m glad you’re home,” Logan said. “D’accord?”

Finn sighed, but nodded. “Okay.”

Present Day

“My poor baby,” Finn said, trying to hide his laugh as he pushed the hair off of Logan’s clammy forehead. “Poor baby boy.”

Logan just tucked his nose up against Finn’s neck and grabbed at his hand until Finn was holding him even tighter around his waist, rubbing cool fingers up and down his spine.

“You are such,” Leo said from the doorway, where he had appeared with a tray of soup and ginger beer. “a baby when you’re sick.”

“Non.”

“Yon,” Finn said. “Always have been.”

Leo set the tray down on the other side of the bed and picked up the mug. He propped himself up against the headboards and Logan, slowly, rolled over and into his arms instead. Leo wrapped his arm around Logan’s shoulders so he could still reach the spoon. “Am I feeding you, is that what’s happening?”

“Yep,” Finn said. “Looks like it.”

Leo just shook his head, but let Logan lean up for a spoonful of broth.

“Merde,” Logan swallowed, his cheek smushing back against Leo’s t-shirt. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

Finn met Leo’s eyes to catch his grin. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Logan accepted a few more spoonfuls before sitting up himself and taking more eager sips. His eyes flashed disgruntled. “I just want to get better.” He looked wistfully out the window. “It’s summer, we’re supposed to be on vacation.”

“Hey,” Finn held up a hand. “What more would I rather be doing on my vacation that stay holed up with you two?”

“Same,” Leo said. “Lo, you’ll feel so much better in a few days.”

“I know but…Yeah. I know. Just ugh.” He took another long sip. “This soup is really the best thing I’ve ever had.”

Leo laughed. “I’ll get you some more.”

Finn watched Logan’s eyes follow Leo out through the doorway. He had that same feverish flush to his cheeks. Glassy green eyes, red nose.

“Remember the snow storm?” Logan asked suddenly.

Finn nodded. “Mhm.”

“Me too,” Logan said.

When they smiled at each other, it wasn’t all that sad.

“What do you need, baby?” Finn asked, rubbing a hand over his bare chest. “What can I do?”

“Be here,” Logan said. He pressed a kiss to Finn’s neck. “I need you two.” He smiled, eyes darting towards the kitchen. “Do you need anything?”

Finn shook his head, watching as Logan brought up his hand to cradle against his own cheek. “Just you two.”

After Logan fell asleep again, Finn found Leo in the kitchen, humming softly to himself. He was stirring the big pot on the stove and Finn settled his hands on his hips.

“Smells so good, Le.”

“You want some, too?” Leo asked, holding the spoon up for Finn to taste. “Need anything?”

Finn accepted it gratefully, but he turned his head and kissed the corner of Leo’s mouth. “No, nothing.” Nothing. It was the fullest word he’d ever used. “Just you humming in the kitchen.”

#o'knutzyweek2023 #o'knutzy #Logan Tremblay #Leo Knut #Finn O'Hara #finnlo #lelo #sunfish

169 notes · View notes

cod-dump · 10 months

Note

Y'all want some uhhhh *checks notes* nikpricegraves pet names headcanons bc my brain won't shut up about it?

Cool thanks

Nik calls Graves his sunshine in both English and Russian. In Russian it's "Лучик" (luchik).

Nik gets to call Price John extremely affectionately. Also calls him (and graves) Родной (rodnoy) which is a way of saying darling or dear by calling someone your home (which makes me all 🥺)

Graves started calling Nik "teddy bear" as a joke bc it made the boys gag and Price turn a funny shade of red. But it stuck and now Nik loves it.

Graves calls Price handsome and "darlin". I imagine if Price ever had to shave, he might try calling him dollface, but that would be shut down so fucking fast 😂

Price isn't heavy-handed with the pet names, but he regularly uses love, darling. He will call Nik "Лев" (lev) bc he loves watching his face light up being called lion.

"Teddy Bear" evolves into "Nikky Bear" which Nik adores. Graves said it once to mess with him and the man melted. So, Graves keeps using it (the boys fucking hate it so much so he tries to say it when they're around).

Graves would also be the king at coming up with ridiculous pet names. He honestly does it just to fuck with the boys but he also likes messing with his boyfriends. The pet names don't even make sense half the time and some of them are just names of everyday things used in a certain tone.

"Captain Crunch" is the most popular of Price's pet names that Graves' uses. It's so random when he uses it and Price always looks at him like he's losing his mind. Graves loves it when he gets looks from Price after calling him something silly.

"Sup, hot potato," Nik had to stop what he was doing and look at Graves who was smugly grinning at him.

"Sanders" evolved from a joke and no one will tell the boys what the fuck it means and Graves takes great joy out of mentioning if Price wants fried chicken whenever they ask. They never connect the dots but Price still gets pissed at Graves teasing the origin of the pet name right in front of them.

#100% going to use 'Nikky Bear' in some things #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #john price #phillip graves #cod nikolai #pricegravesnik #nikpricegraves #ask #thanks for the ask <3

143 notes · View notes

naamahdarling · 5 days

Text

I got some peanut butter Captain Crunch for myself as a treat only to discover the hard way that at some point since I had it last, they have sneakily Done Something to the recipe and added some sort of higher fiber flour, which is making me shit my butthole backwards. Like, I don't have an old box to compare all the info to, but I don't think I am wrong about this, and I'm so sad right now.

INSOLUBLE FIBER IS NOT GOOD FOR PEOPLE WITH IBS, THE MOST COMMON BOWEL DISORDER IN THE WORLD.

IF WE COULD STOP MAKING EVERYTHING HIGHER FIBER THAT WOULD BE GREAT THANKS.

What's next? Putting steel wool into chicken eggs?

#i knew the texture was off #i knew it #but i wanted my disgusting brown circles because i was lonely and sad and i told myself i was probably wrong #i should know better #I've been dealing with this shit for 13 years I KNOW what fiber feels like when I chew #anyway psa if you have ibs insoluble fiber is not your friend so read up on that #medicine is JUST STARTING to admit this but the IBS-haver-community crowdsourced that info for ourselves a long time ago #anyway to whoever approved the change i hope you get category 5 diarrhea in a stuck elevator and your asshole inverts

26 notes · View notes

sonnet-of-anarchy · 7 months

Text

Ghosts’ Greggs order???

Captain: vegetable & beef pasty with a cup of tea (no milk) - perhaps a jam donut, as a treat. 🫖

Lady B: also black tea, maybe a cheese sandwich if she’s feeling adventurous or a vanilla slice. 🍰

Thomas: pumpkin spice/ vanilla latte or just some horrifically sweet, artsy coffee. Also a pain au chocolat or feta & tomato pasta. 🥐

Humphrey: chicken bake or tandoori chicken baguette with salt & vinegar crisps to put inside - probably a cappuccino too with extra chocolate sprinkles. ☕️

Mike: pepperoni pizza or cheese & onion bake - also a melon/grapefruit pot when he’s on a ‘health kick’ & a mocha. 🍈

Alison: latte, either an egg mayo sandwich or tuna crunch pasta. She also likes the hash browns they do at breakfast & an eclair. 🥪

Kitty: pink sugar donut/ triple choc cookie & hot chocolate. Hot ham and cheese baguette because the others had ‘too much other stuff in them’. 🍪

Mary: tomato soup & sausage, bean & cheese melt. Tried a latte but didn’t like it so just got bottled water. 🥫

Pat: bacon & omlette baguette or a ham & egg roll. Either is accompanied with a sausage roll & milky tea (possibly also a custard donut) 🥓

Julian: americano, large, with a Mexican chicken flatbread. Also a donut purely to put his finger through the hole. 🍩

Robin: like 5 steak bakes and a star-shaped cookie. Was once a novelty bun but they had to cut him off after he ate the plastic ring. 🧁

🩵 Reblog with other food chains if you wish!!!!

#had to Google the greggs menu for this #bbc ghosts #headcanons #Greggs

29 notes · View notes

findingoblivion · 2 months

Text

Hey guys here's my budget Utilities: $100 Rent: $450 Entertainment: $100 Bacon Wrapped Hotdog with Black Beans Black Olives Celery Salt Crispy Onions Dill Pickles Green Olives Hot Peppers Jalapenos Lettuce Red Onion Relish Sauerkraut White Onions Captain Crunch (the cereal???) Corn Relish Cucumbers Dill Sauce Gravy Penko Parm Blend Potato Chips Tzatziki Sauce Bacon Breaded Chicken Cheddar Cheese Swiss Cheese Cream Cheese Fries Grilled Onions Grilled Onions and Peppers Ham Onion Rings Pancakes Parmesan Cheese Pepperoni Perogies Salmon Cream Cheese Sausage Tater Tots Twinkies Beef Brisket Beef Chili Fried Egg Ground Beef Mac N Cheese Pulled Pork: $45 Please help me my family is not starving but kind of disgusted

#196 #rule #memes

10 notes · View notes

logicheartsoul · 2 years

Photo

Took some screenshots of that video going around with the new Cap!Sam footage, and I did a VERY rough transcript of what’s happening.

Basically Hope and Scott have some gig with the cruise ship and showing off the quantum tech. Some stuff goes wrong but it “seems” fixed until Sam as Cap shows up, and Hope asks why Sam is there, and he explains getting some weird readings in the area. FRIDAY identifies it as Ultron, and Scott infers that Ultron is probably there for the cores. Scott and Hope are supposed to hold the cores while Sam deals with Ultron, and Kamala shows up. There’s a fight sequence, and then Sam needing to ask for backup, so Scott has to fix the cores and get them to safety while Hope, Sam, and Kamala deal with Ultron, and then Carol shows up. There’s apparently more to the plot but the person’s camera had problems.

Now, for the very rough af transcript, but it’s 1) lovely to see Sam as Cap BEING the leader, 2) people respecting him by following his orders and calling him Cap, and 3) like someone else said, some of this feels like fic but it’s REAL? so lmao This isn’t a complete transcript, a lot is probably missing but enjoy. (Also I put the rest under a read more coz it’s pretty lengthy, including more pics of Sam)

[After Scott has fixed the incident with the cruise ship getting smaller and then bigger again] Hope: Scott....I'm standing here with the Captain. Scott: *thinking* ...Marvel? Hope: No. Scott: America? Hope: No. Scott: Crunch? Hope: NO! I'm here with the captain of the cruise ship. He wanted to know what happened. Then later: [Sirens and alerts blare out] Hope: Now what. FRIDAY? FRIDAY: Our airspace has been breached. Hope: Punch up the top deck feed. FRIDAY: [says something but it's activating the feed] Hope: Tilt up. [Zooms in and it's CAP SAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! with the music] Hope: Is that--? Scott: CAPTAIN AMERICA! Sam! Captain Falcon! Captain--What do I call you now? Sam: Sam works, but call me Captain. So how's the cushy cruise gig going? Scott: [he says something] Hope: What are you doing all the way over here? Sam: [he says something about ion levels of something??? and then he says] Redwing, give us a birds eye view.

[Redwing shows the readings and view of the swarm of Ultrons coming at them]

Scott: Flying robots. FRIDAY: Ultron, [this lengthy description about Ultron, his motivations, etc] Scott: He must be here for the quantum cores. Sam: Well he sure isn't here for the chicken tenders. (To Scott) And later, we're going to have a talk about bringing quantum tech to a cruise ship. Scott: Look at this crowd, you try keeping their attention. *points* Look that guy's still eating. Hope: We got to defend the quantum cores. Sam: And I'll hold them off while you do it.

Kamala: Ms. Marvel is teaming up with the star spangled man with a plan against some [something] mechs! [something] goes down, baby! Sam: *clears his throat* Kamala: Aye, aye, Captain! Sam: At ease. *looks at her* Take it easy. And what did I say about the boat captain jokes? Kamala: That I should make them at every chance I get. Sam: *trying not to smile but kinda failing* Just stay sharp and watch your-- Kamala: Sick!!! Sam: *reacts* What is it? Kamala: *points up* What is that saying?? Sam: *gives her this look* Kamala: Like good sick, not like sea sick kinda sick, which um, I'm totally feeling right now. [She says something but I need to listen later] Sam: Young lady, we're gonna have to work on your-- [they get shot at by Ultrons] Your focus. You're an Avenger now. Kamala: I am? Sam: In training! *flies*

[There's more Kamala says but here's some action Huge action sequence INCLUDING Sam being BADASS WITH THE SHIELD]

Scott: That was awesome! Sam, about to smile, gets interrupted by Kamala Kamala: Thanks, that was uh, kind of amazing. Sam: You know what happens to people in movies that say that right? Kamala gets attacked Sam: ...I need backup. Hope: On my way, Cap. (To Scott) You need to fix this. Scott: Trust me, it'll work. *works on fixing it* OH COME ON. Kamala: *sees Hope CRUSHING IT* I love you, wanna take a selfie?? Hope: Secure the bridge, kid! Kamala: Yes, I'll [see/tell] her later.

[There’s a scene where Ultron manages to get to where Scott is and ultimately absorbs a part of the quantum core] Sam: Watch my six! *both of them fight the Ultrons* Hope: Getting a little crowded up here! What's the plan? Sam: Hang tight, Captain Marvel's on the way. Carol: I heard someone arranged for a cruise. Hope: Welcome to the party, Carol. Carol: Hey, Hope. Sam. Give me a sec. Sam: Show off. Carol: At the rate you were going, we might have been here all the night. Sam: You know you could've build these things out, give the folks more of a show. Carol: Nah. I think they're ready for dessert. And I have a date with some Cremosoles (whatever that's spelled) on the other side of the galaxy. Sam: Have fun with your space stuff. Thanks for the assist, Danvers. Carol: You're welcome, Cap. Kamala: [something], her? Oh my god, is that Captain Marvel? Did she go binary? Sam: What's that? Kamala: [something] sunblast? Sam: I dunno what those are. Kamala: She went [something] didn't she? Sam: *shaking his head but smiling* Kamala: Classic Captain Marvel. Meanwhile, Scott not having a good time and Ultron absorbed a regulator???? And that’s the end of the video except the “ending” which just shows that they saved the day and Hope and Scott show off desserts they made large.

And since it’s under the cut, here’s some more images:

#sam wilson #kamala khan #scott lang #hope van dyne #carol danvers #mcu #first we get tfatws artbook art/pictures showing up and then this in the same day? so much sam and cap!sam stuff i'm living

122 notes · View notes

vainvenus · 1 year

Text

⌲;꒰ But, we need it! ꒱

Pairing(s): Chrissy Cunningham x Gn!Reader

12 Days Of Christmas Prompt: Decorating!

Summary: Going shopping with Chrissy after Halloween means dealing with her buying a bunch of decorations and having to help her out.

Includings: College!Au, roommate!chrissy, can be read as platonic or romantic, no spoilers/normal au, fluff!

An: This has more Christmas shopping than actual decorating but eh and the ending sucks

@nzlikestea @go-on-and-live-life @thelorewitch

You and Chrissy decided that it was time to go on your usual once every three or four weeks shopping trip especially since the two of you both got paid and the fridge was a little on her empty side.

You pushed the cart into the cereal aisle and stopped to look and see what kind you and Chrissy need, deciding on cinnamon toast crunch and captain crunch, tossing them into the cart.

You turned around and were met with your more than chipper roommate holding a Christmas wreath and you had furrowed your brows in confusion.

"What do you need that for? November literally just started."

Chrissy only smiled, putting the wreath into the cart. "I know, but it's really pretty and it would look cute on the door!" She said and you had only shrugged.

You thought that since it was only one wreath it wouldn't be that big of a deal, plus Chrissy did have a point. It was pretty and would look cute on the door so you continued on.

As you strolled down the frozen food aisle, picking up bags of almost every food imaginable like chicken nuggets, fries, pizza, tv dinners just anything that would last you guys a little.

You had your back turned to the cart once more as you were choosing between a TV dinner with one of those little snacks or extra fries when you had noticed that the cart had some extra things in it.

You looked in the cart and saw three packages of Christmas lights, those shiny , a box of red, white and green bows, fake snow, a box of ornaments and multiple mini light up snow men.

Before you could even register the amount of Christmas decorations Chrissy had managed to sneak in she was coming around the corner with some more.

She dumped some more decorations in the cart and you had looked back up at the strawberry blonde. "Chrissy, we don't even need stockings. There's only us two."

"I know but look at how cute! I could even stitch our names on them." She said and you had sighed, shaking your head.

You told Chrissy that you were fine with all the decorations even though it was a little bit silly at how early she was and how excited she already was about getting ready for the holiday.

But you told her that what was in the cart was it. That you had everything that you could possibly need to decorate the dorm and that you weren't wasting anymore money on it.

But then you guys had passed the Candy canes and she pointed at them like a child pointing at a new toy.

"Please! Please! Please, [Y/n]! Candy Canes aren't even just Christmas related but we can eat them as snacks and look-" She had pointed at the price tag over and over. "And they're only a dollar per box! It's so cheap!"

You had inhaled softly and exhaled once more. Since they were so cheap you had a sweet tooth for the ones that were multiple colors you let it slide letting her put about six of them on the cart.

But it wasn't long before she saw something else that caught her eyes.

She held up a white, red and green colored mat that spelled 'Merry Christmas!' in cursive letters and she was basically pleading with the look in her eyes.

"[Y/n]...I know you said no more but this is literally it. I swear on the ghost of Christmas past that I won't put anything else in the cart."

You stared at her with a blank look as you were holding a candle, not even able to enjoy the scent of it and you had sighed for what felt like the 100th time that day.

"Okay...but that's it. I'm serious Chrissy we're not getting anything else Christmas related."

"I swear on it!"

You kneeled down, squinting as you were trying to decide if you wanted apple cider or eggnog when you heard someone grunting like they were struggling.

Your eyes had almost fell out of your head when you saw your roommate struggling to drag one of those long rectangular boxes with a Christmas tree in it.

"Chrissy, absolutely not."

"[Y/n]...just hear me out..."

You shook your head, placing both drinks into the cart and then gesturing back to the rectangular box. "There's not even any room in the cart for that thing. And where are we gonna put in the dorm?"

Chrissy pouted shrugging her shoulders "There's some space in the corner by the Tv! And we already have tree decorations in the cart, sooo.."

You shook your head. You were not going to buy a Christmas tree this early into November and knowing Chrissy, you were gonna end up being the one putting it all together.

"No, Chrissy. We'll buy it at the end of the month."

"But [Y/n]!" She had whined "This one changes colors and it might not be here at the end of the month!"

You let out a long sigh, rubbing your hand over you face as you glanced back at Chrissy who was holding the box with a pleading look on her face.

"No. My final answer is no."

♡

"What color should I put it on?" Chrissy asked, flipping past colors as you were busy untangling the red, white, and green shiny tensile.

The tree came with every single color imaginable and even had a setting where the colors would fade from the next like a rainbow effect which Chrissy showed a bias to.

You placed the white tensile aside now untangling the red and green. You were still baffled at how you let her talk you into buying all this stuff "How about we keep it off before I go blind."

"Oh c'mon, [Y/n]. Don't be a Grinch"

"I'm not a Grinch" You said, now throwing the untangled tensiles to the girl. She caught them as she started to wrap it around he tree.

"I just don't like being broke because my roommate is Christmas obsessed." You replied, taking out more of the decorations you and Chrissy had splurged on.

"But think about how cute the dorm is gonna look and we'll even be able to enter the whole dorm decorating contest!"

Her excitement had made the annoyed expression on your face falter as you had shrugged.

"Mm...I guess...but did you have to get this creepy...thing?" You asked, holding up the elf that looked like it was staring directly into your soul.

Chrissy nodded eagerly, taking it from you and resting it right next to the TV and even then it still felt like it's shiny plastic ball eyes were following you.

"It's so cute!"

"It's gonna haunt my nightmares."

#Stranger things #stranger things x reader #chrissy cunningham x reader #chrissy cunningham #Jace's 12 Days of Christmas Event

25 notes · View notes