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Knees and Toes

@sixpenceee asked for our personal “glitch in the matrix” stories. 
(reposted with picture.)

      My grandparents lived in Dillon, South Carolina.  It’s a very small town, with an old, historic town square and miles upon miles of farmland.  It’s changed a lot over the years, but I can’t remember it any other way than what I saw growing up.  Since my parents and I lived in Columbia (about an hour and a half from their house), we often made trips to visit on weekends when my dad could manage to get time off from work.  

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⚠️ a/n: I’m also going to make a preference of this where they’re your parents and they react to a certain boyfriend

Summary: being the youngest avenger and then reacting to you having a boyfriend! Boyfriend will be…PETER MAXIMOFF! MY LIL TWINKIE!

It all started with pietro being blamed for a lot of thing, eating all the little Debbie cakes, setting off alarms, and then tony asked if he was sleeping with the youngest avenger…(y/n). “GOD NO WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?!?” He declared disgusted….well damn pietro I think that that the reader is out of you’re league anyway, though you were like his other sister, “Only because she’s been sneaking out, has a some small yet visible hickies, and I mean come on the girl isn’t exactly bad looking” well tony isn’t wrong…for once. There you were behind him piled with guilt for everything they were blaming the Sovokian for. “ALRIGHT FINE I HAVE A BOYFRIEND DAMN! STOP BLAMING MY LITTLE PIETRO FOR EVERYTHING” you dramatically gasped out. Little did you know the rest of team was behind you. And here’s how that went:
- pietro was releaved they weren’t blaming him anymore but why had he hidden this from them? Who is this boyfriend? Pietro is sure he is better in every way.
- Tony was thinking “whoever it is, is a lucky bastard that’s for sure…look at those legs” that’s when I, the author, punished him by telling pepper but she only slapped him upside the head
- poor Steve….his little baby, having a boyfriend, she’s too busy, too young, too vulnera-IS THAT A HICKY ON MY BABYS NECK!!!
-they had to sit Steve down
- Bucky slipped sam a twenty
- Thor was somewhat angry and excited
- “WE MUST MEET THE LITTLE BASTARD! If lady (y/n) is happy we’ll plan a wedding!”
- Bruce awkwardly stood there and congratulated you and started giving you the talk….but you already knew all about that hence the love bites 😏
- nat pulled out a gun “who is this little shit and where is he”
- Clint tried to calm her down but he was really excited
- They meet peter and it goes pretty well, I mean he really got along with almost everyone especially Clint….except a certain sovokian and a certain Twinkie eater where saying they were better than the other
- Bucky being handed a twenty but tony “told you they’d argue”

Flipping Forks

Here is a true story. In my former life, I arranged food for 40-50 people every Sunday night. Imagine a dented plastic table decorated with rogue Sharpie scribbles, two-liters, pizza, and if everyone was kind to me, Little Debbie cakes. It was about as sexy and appetizing as it sounds.

At the beginning of the line was a cutlery tray. It looked like:

Some of you see this tray and your brain screams: THE UTENSILS ARE FACING OPPOSITE DIRECTIONS.

I know this because every week my adult volunteers dutifully fixed this fork crisis, ecstasy and satisfaction on their faces until the tray looked like:

Ah! Order restored. The Earth was off-axis, but we are returning to proper position and the apocalyptic freezing or frying of humanity is abated. Whew. Close call. Thank God for fork flippers.

This is also a true story. One day I said, “STOP FLIPPING THE FORKS.” (They stopped. I rarely all-caps yell.)

Why stop these correctors of chaos?

What if I told you the 40-50 partakers of unflipped forks were mostly middle school boys? And then I asked the question: do you believe a single middle school boy cared about the direction of forks?

In 9 years of setting Sunday dinner forty-five times a year, they never did.

Here is truer story. Some of you are wasting time and emotional energy flipping forks for middle school boys. (If you’re thinking middle school boys might be a metaphor, you’re correct.)

I’ve taught fork flipping as it relates to time management and goal setting. (I’ve written about time management here.) But over the years, I applied the fork flipping theory to emotional investments too.

Here’s my best truth. People flip emotional forks for audiences that will never appreciate the effort. I’ve done it myself. Too many times to count. 

Here are four things I’ve learned.

1. Audience is key.

If I’d been arranging dinner for a crowd of ladies in their twilight years (you know the ones–they drive Cadillac’s and kick ass at bridge), not only would I have flipped the forks, I’d have borrowed sterling silver. That audience cares about those details. So think about the recipient of your generous actions and ask, will this matter to them? Am I actually doing this for me? Is it emotionally efficient?

2. The problem is not your effort.

There is nothing fundamentally wrong with flipping forks. The effort can be a beautiful offering of selflessness, but don’t forget that emotional energy is finite.

3. Identify those who deserve your best emotional efforts.

There are those who deserve flipped forks. Folks who will notice your efforts and appreciate them properly, but we often burn out giving emotional energy to those who won’t appreciate us and deplete energy for those who will. I recently said to a friend, why would you punish someone who wants to help you to help someone who wants to punish you? That’s the sentiment here as well.

4. Identify those who do not deserve your best emotional efforts.

There is a very good chance you have said of someone, “I give and give and nothing ever satisfies him/her.” Perhaps…and I’m just spitballing here…you don’t owe that audience your spectacular efforts.

(It’s fine to choose another effort. My middle school boys didn’t notice forks, but when I invented a game called Blender Wars…well, that was a different story.)

*No middle school boys were injured in the writing of this post. **Some middle school boys threw up after Blender Wars.

Thanksgiving fattening (FFA fiction)

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite times of year. Well, scratch that. Everything from Halloween to New Years is my favorite because A. It starts getting a bit cold out and B. My already fat boyfriend really starts gaining. The only problem is that my family and I are going out of town this year so I’m disappointed I won’t be there to feed him. At least there will be leftovers. I stayed over at his apartment last night and I woke up early to make him a fattening breakfast of biscuits and gravy with hash browns, bacon, sausage, and pancakes. “Hey cutie,” he emerges from his room and wraps his arms around my waist from behind so his fat belly squishes into my back. “Hey fatty,” I reply as innocently as possible. “Damn. All that’s for me?” He asks, a bit surprised. “Well it’s definitely not for me!” I laugh considering I’m a mere hundred pounds and he’s hovering in the 400s as far as we can tell. He takes a plate of food and heaps on at least 2 servings. “Thanks babe. I’m starving.” “You always are,” I somewhat joke and he smirks deviously. He finishes his plate so I pile more food on and he complains “babe…I’m stuffed.” “I know,” I say innocently. “Don’t you want to get bigger? For me?” I tease him and sit on his lap, facing him. “God, yes. Of course.” His hands wrap around my waist gently and I feed him a forkful of pancakes. “Mm, that’s so good, Les,” he closes his eyes, savoring the flavor. He already feels fatter since we started dating just a few months ago. Even when he’s stuffed his belly is soft and jiggly which shows just how fat he is. “Keep eating.” I demand as I notice him start to slow down. He nods reluctantly but complies. “So what are we doing for thanksgiving? I want you to make me fatter.” God he’s so sexy. “I can ask and see if there’s room for one more…well you’re closer to the size of 3 people,” I jiggle his belly and he smiles. “Damn right! Thanks to my skinny girlfriend.” I’m still sitting on his lap, straddling him so he lifts and flops his belly onto my lap. One of the sexiest feelings EVER. Unfortunately I have to leave and when I get home I talk to my mom about him tagging along for thanksgiving. Unfortunately, she’s not a huge fan of David because she’s quite the health fanatic and thinks “I deserve better”, which is ridiculous. Im worried that if she lets David come with, the rest of my family will react similarly but I think it’ll be okay. Finally I convince her to squeeze in some room for David and I let him know. We’re leaving tomorrow so I stock up on fattening snacks since I know he’ll be hungry with the lack of food around my mother and I. He’s sleeping over so we can leave first thing in the morning and he’s so wide that he doesn’t completely fit on the couch. “Is there a weight limit on this thing?” He asks, somewhat serious. “I hope so. Please break it. I’d love to see my moms face when I explain that one.” I reach over and slide my hand under his shirt, exposing his massive, soft belly. His stomach growls which is great because we just ate about half an hour ago but I knew it wouldn’t be enough for him. “Don’t tell your mom,” he laughed and slapped his belly. I showed him my stash of junk food I got for the trip and his eyes lit up. “Wow you really do want me to get fatter!” He stifled a laugh. I had an entire bag packed of unhealthy snack foods like little Debbie cakes, mini donuts, Oreos, cinnamon buns, candy bars, Pringles, potato chips, everything. My boy has the biggest sweet tooth. We cuddle up on the couch and there’s no hope of him fitting on it when he lays down so we watch TV with his arm around my shoulder for a while and my hand discreetly under his shirt. I pull up the blanket over his belly so I can squeeze it without anyone noticing. I know he’s still hungry so I grab some candy from my stash for him and he eagerly starts eating. “Dinner wasn’t enough?” I joke. “Dinner? I thought that was a snack.” He jokes back. I throw a frozen pizza in the oven and he smiles, “thanks babe.” I walk back over and whisper “you’re going to be fatter before thanksgiving even comes.” “I hope so.” He replied, guiding my hand back under his shirt. “You will be.” I assure. He eats the entire pizza himself (with a little help from my encouragement) and falls asleep. Next morning we load up the car and I sneak out to Dunkin Donuts to grab some donuts and a breakfast sandwich for him. “God, you’re not even trying to hide the fact you’re trying to make me fat.” He whispered as I returned with the food. “My mom doesn’t know.” I replied hastily. “Let’s go in my room just to make sure she doesn’t wake up and see that these are all for you.” I catch his eyes widen because I’m sure he wasn’t expecting all dozen donuts and the sandwich to be his. He follows me to my room and I push him onto the bed and his fat jiggles for a second. “Eat.” I demand, guiding a chocolate frosted donut to his mouth. He opens willingly and takes a huge bite. As I’m feeding him with one hand, my free hand reaches for his shirt and I lift it so it’s sitting on top of his massive belly. He starts jiggling and squeezing it, teasing me. “Mm,” he practically moans. God, I’m so turned on watching him greedily eat the donuts I keep offering him and watching him play with his fat for me. “Mmm,” he moans a bit louder and eats a little quicker. He knows just how to turn me on. I hand him the donut he’s halfway finished eating and my lips gently kiss his soft neck. My tongue glides down to where his collarbone must be buried in fat and back up to his double chin. I move down and start kissing his massive belly as he continues eating and I leave a couple hickeys. “God, you’re so fat.” I say in between kisses. He just nods because he’s struggling to finish the donuts before my mom wakes up. He only has a few left so I’m encouraging him as much as I can. “You’re gonna look so sexy, you know that? With even more fat than you already have.” I whisper in his ear and kiss his neck. He eats faster and jiggles his belly some more. “Keep eating. Don’t stop. You’re almost there.” I take a handful of fat and squeeze, feeling it squish in between my grip. He finishes and I give him a glass of milk mixed with cream and he finishes the whole thing. “That’s my fat boy.” I kiss his cheek and clean up quickly. My mom’s up now and thanks us for loading the car and we head out once she’s done getting ready. It’s about a 5 hour drive so I’m glad I packed all those fattening snacks for David. Within about 2 hours he’s already discreetly snacking on some candy bars. I text him so my mom doesn’t hear and ask “thought you were soooo full from the donuts earlier.” He texts back “oh please that was hardly a challenge.” I roll my eyes and he pushes my arm playfully. We’re almost to my aunt’s house when my mom asks if we want mcdonalds and I immediately accept her offer, only of course she doesn’t know both orders are for David. He wants to eat a lot before thanksgiving dinner so he doesn’t look like too much of a pig. He wants to make a good impression but I’m sure he will, he’s perfect. We finally arrive and almost everyone’s already here. I jump out of the car to start unloading our bags when David whispers, “I’m actually pretty nervous.” I wrap my arms around him and reply, “babe you are perfect. If they can’t see that then it’s their loss.” “But what if I’m too fat? I just want your family to like me.” He looked so anxious I felt awful. I wish he didn’t have to worry about this. “Hush. They’ll love you. How could they not? You’re sweet and funny and you actually have your shit together unlike me.” I laughed and saw him stifle a smile. We followed my mom into the house and were greeted with hugs and introductions. “This is my boyfriend, David,” I tell my aunt and uncle. Their faces are hard to read but they’re respectful. It’s a bit warm in there and I notice David’s already sweating. “Well this is embarrassing,” he muttered. “I’m sure they don’t notice, it’s fine.” I reassure. A few of my cousins are here and they’re nice enough to David but they keep glancing at his stomach which he is painfully aware of. I can tell he’s trying to suck it in so i feel awful. “Babe, it’s okay. You don’t have to.” I gently touch his belly and he tries to smile. “Sorry.” He relaxes a bit. My grandma’s here and she gasps when she sees him. Thankfully, he didn’t notice. “Oh my,” she seemed taken aback. “Um, this is my boyfriend, David,” I motioned. He stood up from the couch to shake her hand and she was standoffish but smiled weakly. David sat back down and brushed it off. He took up at least 2/3 of the couch which made him look even more massive and I squeezed myself next to him. “You’re perfect.” I reassure. “Could everyone stop looking at me like I’m going to eat the entire turkey or something?” He shook his head, clearly distraught. “I’m so sorry. They like you though, they do.” I tried to assure him but he just looked down. “They keep staring at me. God, they probably think I’m rich or something since that’s the only logical explanation of why you would be with me.” He folded his arms and stared straight ahead. I traced my fingers along his back and promised he had nothing to worry about. I got up to get some water and I overheard my uncle talking to my mom in the kitchen. “We should have gotten another turkey, he’s huge!” He erupted in laughter only to see me scowling at him. “Oh hi Les, we were just…” I cut him off. “I know what you were doing.” I stormed out but didn’t tell David because he was already insecure about my family’s perception of him. I slipped my hand in his and admired his handsome face, double chin, and massive body. I don’t care what my family thinks. He kissed the top of my head and looked a bit more eased. Before dinner a few more family members congregated in the living room with us and tried to keep from staring. “I need some air,” David heaved and stood up and I followed. “I’m sorry. I thought they’d be better than this.” “It’s not your fault. I should’ve known by the way your mom treats me.” God I feel awful. I wish I could do something. “I should’ve known. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have known since my mom acts so rude. I’m so sorry, David.” I apologized. He wrapped his arms around me and held me. “It’s okay. You didn’t know. I’m not mad at you I just want them to like me.” I can only imagine how hard that is for him and we went back inside. The tension eased a bit and he started talking to my aunt and cousins about his premed studies and everyone was quite impressed. I’m so proud of him. We all talked a bit more before dinner and David seemed much more relaxed. When he came back from the bathroom he looked pale and upset. “What’s wrong, babe?” I asked. “Can I talk to you?” He asked flatly. “Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?” “Not really. Your drunk uncle just ‘politely’ asked what I did to get you and then proceeded to laugh when I said I didn’t do anything to convince you, you just happened to like me too.” God I could kill everyone in this room right now. “I-I’m so sorry. That’s not okay. I’ll go talk to him,” I started but David pulled my arm. “No, no. It’s okay. He just said what everybody’s thinking.” David scoffed. “I’m so sorry.” I placed my hands gently on his belly and he shook his head. “Come on. Let’s go. I’m fine, I promise.” He followed me back to the living room and avoided eye contact with everyone. Words could not describe how angry I was at my family. they disrespected him as if he was nothing. I want to scream at them but that would make for an awkward dinner, to say the least. David stood up and went to the kitchen and offered to help set the table. He’s too sweet. He set the table and smiled weakly at me. “Thank you.” I hugged him and he nodded. Everyone started playing up their food and David sheepishly took a small serving. My family was dispersed through the house now and a few were already sitting. David and I brought our plates and sat down. One of my aunts muttered something under her breath so I called her out. “Oh I was just joking. Your friend can take more food if he wants.” She said. “He’s my boyfriend.” I corrected. Then of course my cousin chimed in “looks like he’s gonna need it! I’m just playing, dude.” He smacked David’s arm and David finally lost it. “Seriously? I just can’t win. It doesn’t matter that I’m premed, or that I volunteer at shelters, or anything. I’m too fat, right? I could cure cancer and I still wouldn’t be good enough for Leslie!” He threw his napkin on the table and stormed off and I was right behind. “Baby, baby I’m so sorry.” I was following him out the door and he kept shaking his head. “I don’t know what I expected. I’m sorry I yelled at them.” He apologized but he had every right to yell. “It’s not your fault if they can’t see the guy Im in love with.” We were sitting on the curb and I wrapped my arm around his neck and he rested his head on my shoulder. “I love you.” He kissed my cheek. “I love you.” I squeezed him tight. We awkwardly went back in the house and David was flooded with apologies. “Thank you guys, I appreciate it.” He said graciously to everyone. It was still awkward but we were all eating and talking and David kept flashing little smiles my way. After dinner, David and I had to pick up pumpkin pie since someone forgot it. I grab the keys and I hear David’s stomach growl. “Hungry?” I asked. “Always.” He grabbed his belly where no one could see. He better not try turning me on right now. “Let’s go, sexy.” I grab his hand and lead him out the door. Once were at the car he abruptly pushes me against it and squishes his belly into me. “I’m so hungry. Please…please I need food.” He practically moaned. Fuck. Now I’m turned on. “Get in the car.” I demand. He obeys and we’re in the way to the store when I say “I hope you know I’m buying more than just pie.” “I’d hope so.” He grinned devilishly. My hand was firmly planted on his jiggly thigh when I noticed him unbuttoning his shirt. His fat spilled out more and more with each button he undid. My hand crept higher up his thigh and we made it to the grocery store. I wanted to buy food to stuff him with but I’m so turned on I don’t want to wait. I lean over and he pulls away, teasing me. “Nope. Food first.” “You’re going to regret saying that.” I warn. “Is that a promise?” He teases. “Just button up your shirt, fatty.” And he does. We quickly browse the store and buy 2 pies, a pre-cooked dinner for 2, and fries and onion rings from the deli. Before we even make it to the car he’s already eating the fries. His appetite is insatiable. I unbutton his shirt as he continues eating and plant kisses down his massive, jiggly belly that’s sitting on his thighs and pouring out in between them. His chair’s leaning all the way back and his belly still looks huge. I take my time sinking my hands into his fat and watching him melt as I jiggle and rub it. It’s so soft that my lips sink into it with the slightest pressure and he’s using one hand to press my face deeper into his fat belly. My hands grab and squish his love handles covered in stretch marks and I climb on top and start grinding my hips into his giant body. I sit up a little so I can see his fat belly jiggling, bouncing, and swaying each time I grind into him. He finished the fries and onion rings and takes handfuls of the pie and eats greedily, even though I know he’s getting full. “Feed me.” He breathes heavily and I oblige. I shove my fingers in his mouth and he gladly sucks them until they’re clean and it feels so good along with his fat pressing into every inch of me. “You’re so fat. God, just look at you. You can hardly fit in this seat.” I’m breathing heavy too now and he wraps his arms around me, squishing my small body into his obese one. “Feel how fat you’ve made me.” He demands. “You did this to me. Look at me.” He’s so out of breath which makes me grind that much faster. “You’re going to get so much fatter. I promise.” I’m about to climax and he’s so fat and out of shape that he’s sweating and desperately trying to keep grinding and he climaxes just as I do. His breathing is more like panting “oh god, oh god, you’re so sexy.” I mumble, trying to catch my breath as well and still holding onto his huge love handles. “That’s you.” He slaps my ass and pushes me into him again. “So…you ready for some dessert?” I ask, referring to the pie we still have to deliver. “Ughhhh babe!” He moaned in protest. “I warned you that you’d regret teasing me.” I smiled wickedly and he kissed me hard. “My stomach’s going to regret it.” He breathed. “I’ll be the judge of that,” I grabbed it and lifted it to watch it plop back into his lap, making even his surrounding fat jiggle.

Grocery Shopping

“I won’t be long, I promise. I’ll just get what I need & we’ll be on our way, okay?” You tried to assure your boyfriend, Ethan, as you walked through the parking lot that you wouldn’t spend the entire day in the grocery store.

He absolutely hated going grocery shopping with you, because you never let him have any fun, but since Grayson was out & about, you didn’t want Ethan to sit at home pouting, so you forced him to come with you. Was it a mistake? Probably.

Once the two of you arrived, Ethan grabbed a cart & started doing a wheelie first thing. You cleared your throat loudly & snatched the cart away from him, knowing that if you didn’t, he would get the two of you thrown out, just like all the other times you trusted him with the cart. The two of you walked through the store, scanning for the items on your shopping list. Every now & then, Ethan would pick up a box of snacks & throw them in the cart, but you just let him go. If the worst thing he did this shopping trip was spend hundreds of dollars on Little Debbie cakes, then you were winning.

By the time you made it to the frozen foods section, Ethan was bored. He kept staring at his phone & running into things, huffing for no apparent reason, & started bugging you by giving your hair a quick tug or tapping your shoulder & quickly looking away. It aggravated you to death, but you couldn’t lie, you loved it when he teased you. However, you didn’t like the embarrassment when he gave your butt a sharp pinch & you let out a squeal. One hand cupped your butt cheek while you quickly turned around & smacked his shoulder with the other as you scolded him. Your red face made him smirk & wiggle his brows. He was clearly proud of himself.

Since you didn’t trust him not to put his hands on you again, you sent him to the candy aisle, hoping to keep him occupied while you shopped for dairy products. Suddenly, your attention was caught by something in the next aisle over, where you heard a loud noise. It sounded as if several things had fell off the shelf at once. You silently prayed that Ethan wasn’t behind it, but when you decided to go investigate, you found Ethan staring at multiple boxes on the ground. You let out a sigh of frustration & approached him. You eyed him as you bent down to help him pick all of the boxes up.

“I can’t take you anywhere. Seriously, are you five?” He rolled his eyes & placed some boxes back in their appropriate places on the shelf.

“It was an accident, Y/N. I was just trying to get the box in the back & the rest of them came crashing down.” You paused, furrowed your brows, & desperately tried to make sense of the situation.

“Why were you getting the box at the back? Why couldn’t you just grab the one at the front?” He shrugged, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Why do I do a lot of things?” You rolled your eyes, wishing you had the answer to that question.

You pushed the cart out of the aisle, Ethan following closely behind you. You waited in line to check out, & once everything was paid for, the two of you headed out of the store & back into the parking lot. Ethan pulled out his keys & popped the trunk open a few feet before you actually approached the car, frightening an elderly woman. Ethan started laughing & you playfully punched him in the arm, trying to contain your own laughter.

He helped you load the groceries into the trunk. You picked up the last bag & pent over to place it securely in the trunk, when suddenly, you felt his hand smack the same cheek he had pinched earlier. You quickly grabbed the stinging area & stood straight up, hitting your head on the trunk lid in the process. You placed your hand over your head & gave it a soothing rub before turning to face him, giving him the death stare. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around you & kissed your head.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. You okay?” You nodded, playfully shoving him off.

“Yeah, let’s just go home before you push me in front of a moving car for a prank or something.” You teased.

“I’d never go to that extreme. I’d miss you too much.” He returned the cart to the appropriate area as you got into the car.

Once you were both inside & fastened in, he turns to look at you.

“Are you gonna punish me for being bad today?” He said in a low voice, which made a smile appear on your face. He always knew what he was doing.

“Nope. That’d be too easy. I’ll teach you to not embarrass me in public like that.” You turned to look out the window as you heard him chuckle.

“We’ll see about that.”


Daisy Johnson And Junk/Comfort Food

#birthdayfordaisy2 - Day 2: headcanons

It didn’t become about affection until later. At first it was about rebellion - some of the nuns said candy was the devil’s invention, and the other nuns let them be because it was bad for you anyway. There was truly a black market of Mars bars and nerd ropes and warheads in the dorms. Daisy learned to think of junk food as a gesture of friendship, passed between bunk bed when the lights went out. Her favorite was Gummi mini burgers, she liked sour candy.

It was also about luxuries: the first time Daisy had candy and permission to eat as much chocolate as she wanted was with foster parents. Foster parents had amazing snacks, super fancy - well, at first, because rich people don’t want older kids so as Daisy grew up and kept being returned to St Agnes over and over the quality of the snacks at home decreased. Cheap candy is still delicious, though.

Indulgence and longing; Daisy began to realize food meant nourishment and people who love you will nourish you. 

It’s easy to eat trash when she is living her van, but you know? it’s also very comforting. Like giving herself a little prize for getting through the day. Those were the years of living day by day, not much time to plan for meals beyond counting on the cute waitress at her favorite café giving her yesterday’s cookies for breakfast without charging.

Daisy is actually surprised she made it past 25, what with the amount of Funyuns consumed during long nights of hacking and inconvenient timezones. Even to this day sometimes junk food has the taste of loneliness for her, even when she’s with other people, it just doesn’t go away.

A whole language: food to comfort her, to woo her, to bribe her. Daisy never trusted words, not since she was thirteen, but she trusted people who would feed you, who would selflessly give up their food or drink for you, people who want to share a meal with you, people who know you well enough to buy something you like. Food can have all sorts of meanings. Above all it’s about connection for her.

Food, like nothing else, has the capacity to evoke memories of solace, of being cared for, most of all memories of people’s kindness. People are just amazing, Daisy thinks, loving and generous. From being told about Bobbi’s stashes like it’s a state secret, to Coulson trying heartbreakingly hard with the grilled cheese, the Little Debbie snack cakes that she didn’t have the chance to try, to Jemma’s flavorless but well-meaning healthy snacks, even something simple like Mack heating up some leftovers for her after a mission because Daisy was too tired to move, Mack having to literally put the plate on her lap. 

It’s a double-edged sword, this strong association with food. Some memories are too bittersweet: the complicated smell of popcorn, and the sad taste of the cheap Chinese takeaway she once shared with Trip, and how she can’t think of ice cream without remembering that one happy moment she spent with a father who doesn’t recognize her anymore. 

Daisy always promises herself she will learn to cook, one day, when she has time - when Hydra or xenophobes or murder robots give her a break. Not just because she wants to eat healthier, but because she wants to learn to take care of the people she loves in these ways that mean something to her.

tired reylo

when u think u having a civil conversation at first

and then they turn anti as fuck

and u actually know u can disprove them by talking about FinnRose and other v important evidence about fairy tales and other tropes/analysis to back up ur claims

but ur head is spinning in all the tumblr “activism” that u just give up and fall to the floor in despair and eat 100 little debbie cakes instead bc ur so tired of trying to defend what is essentially SUBJECTIVE analysis about a WORK OF FICTION, and also

i have said “fairy tales” and “beauty and the beast” and “subjective” and “subtext” so many times in the last 48 hrs that they don’t feel like real words anymore lawd help me i love when people assume ur


sexual orientation

and they assume that they r not being ableist pricks

Edit: also plz consult JJ and Disney we did not cast the actors in the roles. also ur saying ud rather hav the white girl than the clearly obviously romantic Asian girl and how is THAT not racist?

Kitchen Nightmares

Request - Bucky x reader where they’re grocery shopping or cooking and the reader has to explain all these foods and brands Bucky has never heard of. Like little Debbie cakes or those weird apples that taste like grapes.

A/N - I ventured a tiny bit off of the request but I hope you like it @cannbalisticmeasures (who tumblr won’t let me tag)

Originally posted by buckyjbbarnes

“Y/N?” Bucky’s confused voice carried from your kitchen.

“Yeah, Buck.” You called s you made your way to where he stood, standing in front of your fridge with a box in his hand.

Bucky squinted his eyes at the box for a moment before pulling your refrigerator open. You watched, nearly concerned as he rummaged through while still clutching onto the box.

“Bucky?” You spoke, tearing his concentration from the fridge long enough for him to start in on your cabinets.

“Hm?” The hum of curiosity vibrated his throat.

“What did you want?” You threw your arms out , “What are you doing?”

“What is this?” Bucky’s brows knitted together as he read the label, “Hot Pockets? This looks disgusting.”

“It’s…it’s like a,” You were at a loss for words. You’d never had to explain to someone what a Hot Pocket was and you had to admit to yourself that the snack was odd enough for you to not find the words. “It’s like an oversized pizza roll, I guess.”

“What the Hell is a pizza roll?” He asked sounding more genuinely perplexed than he was to begin with, “Like a calzone?”

“My poor, old Brooklyn boy.” you sighed into the palms of your hands, “Yes, they’re like mini calzones.”

“We could just make a pizza, Y/N. You don’t need this,” Bucky shook his head, tssing the box on your kitchen table.

“I know, but sometimes I don’t have time to make a pizza,” you went on to explain. Moments like this did well to remind you just how old Bucky was, “Other times, I’m just lazy and would rather throw something in the microwave.”

“Yeah, I don’t really get this contraption either.” Bucky pointed his thumb toward your microwave.

“Says the man with a metal arm.” You tilted your head and let out a laugh, “Alright Gordon Ramsy, time to get out of the kitchen.”


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vegan foods at the store
Breakfast (Dry)

Apple Jacks
Cap’n Crunch Peanut Butter Crunch
Cinnamon Crunch Crispix
Cinnamon Krunchers
Cinnamon Life
Cocoa Rice Krispies
Complete Oat Bran
Complete Wheat Bran
Corn Flakes
Corn Pops
Frosted Flakes
Fruit Harvest
Just Right
Life Cereal
Nature’s Valley Granola Bars (Brown Sugar)
Quaker Apples and Cinnamon
Quaker Cinnamon and Spice
Quaker Date and Walnut
Quaker Oatmeal (Raisin)
Quaker Raisins and Spice
Raisin Bran
Reese’s Puffs
Rice Krispies


Alpine Spiced Cider
Ghirardelli Hot Chocolate (Chocolate Hazelnut)
Ghirardelli Hot Chocolate (Chocolate Mocha)
Ghirardelli Hot Chocolate (Double Chocolate)
Ghirardelli Hot Chocolate (White Mocha)
Ghirardelli Sweet Ground Chocolate (Baking Cocoa)
Hershey Syrup (Chocolate)
Hershey Syrup (Strawberry)
Kool-Aid Drink Mix
Nescafe Ice Java Iced Coffee Syrup
Nestlé Nesquik Syrup (Chocolate)
Nestlé Nesquik Syrup (Strawberry)
Nestlé Nesquik Syrup (Very Vanilla)


Airheads taffy
Blow Pops
Brach’s Cinnamon Hard Candy
Brach’s Root Beer Barrels
Brach’s Star Brites
Chocolove Dark Chocolate bar
Chocolove Cherries and Almonds Dark Chocolate Bar
Chocolove Crystallized Ginger Dark Chocolate Bar
Chocolove Orange Peel Dark Chocolate Bar
Chocolove Raspberry Dark Chocolate bar
Cry Babies
Fruit By the Foot
Hubba Bubba bubblegum
Jolly Ranchers (lollipops and hard candy)
Laffy Taffy
Mary Janes (regular and peanut butter kisses)
Panda Licorice
Smarties (U.S. Brand)
Sour Patch Kids
Super Bubble
Swedish Fish
Sweet Tarts


Bremner Wafers
Cracker Jacks
Famous Amos Sandwich Cookies (Peanut Butter)
Ferrara Wafer Swirls With Chocolate
Grandma’s Peanut Butter Sandwich Cremes
Hain Apple Cinnamon Rice Cakes
Herr’s Salsa and Lime Tortilla Chips
Keebler Animal Crackers
Keebler Club Crackers
Keebler Vienna Fingers
Kettle White Popcorn
Kool-Aid Gels
Krispy Kreme Fruit Pies
Lance Capitain’s Wafers
Lance Choc-O Cookies
Lance Peanut Bar
Lance Sugar Wafers (Strawberry Creme)
Lance Sugar Wafers (Vanilla Creme)
Lay’s Blue Corn Chips
Lay’s Potato Chips (Natural Country Barbecue)
Lay’s Potato Chips (Thick Cut Sea Salt)
Lay’s Stax
Lay’s WOW! Potato Chips
Lay’s Yellow Corn Chips
Lundberg Brown Rice Cakes
Manischewitz Whole Wheat Matzo, Unsalted Matzo, and Savory Garlic Matzo
Melba Toast (Rye)
Melba Toast (Sesame)
Melba Toast (Wheat)
Microwave popcorn (minus the real butter flavor)
Mission Foods Pre-Cut Unfried Tortilla Chips and Strips
Mission Foods Pre-Fried Tortilla Chips and Strips
Murray Southern Kitchen Iced Oatmeal Cookies
Nabisco Ginger Snaps
Nabisco Original Graham Crackers
Nabisco Spiced Cinnamon Cookies
Nabisco Teddy Grahams (Chocolate and Cinnamon)
New York Flatbreads (Everything and Garlic)
Nutter Butter Bites
Peanuts, sunflower seeds, almonds, cashews, and Pistachios
Quaker Apple Cinnamon Rice Cakes
Ritz Regular Crackers
Ritz Roasted Vegetable Crackers
Snyder’s Pretzel Chips (Garden Veggie)
Snyder’s Pretzel Sticks (Pumpernickel/Onion)
Soy Crisps (Barbecue, Deep Sea Salt, Garlic Onion, Salt and Vinegar, and Apple Cinnamon Crunch flavor)
Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos
Stacy’s Pita Chips (Baked, Cinnamon Sugar, Pesto and Sundried Tomato, Taxarkana Hot, and Tuscan Herb)
Sun Chips Original flavor
SunSpire Organic Dark Chocolate Almonds
Toasteds Crackers (Sesame and Wheat)
Tostitos Bite Size Rounds Tortilla Chips
Tostitos Blue Corn Restaurant Style Tortilla Chips
Tostitos Crispy Rounds Tortilla Chips
Tostitos Dipping Strips! Tortilla Chips
Tostitos Restaurant Style Tortilla Chips
Tostitos Scoops Tortilla Chips
Baked Tostitos Scoops Tortilla Chips
Tostitos Multigrain Tortilla Chips
Tostitos Natural Blue Corn Restaurant Style Tortilla Chips
Tostitos Natural Yellow Corn Restaurant Style Tortilla Chips
Town House Original Crackers
Trail mix
Triscuits Wasa Crispbread (Multi-Grain)
Wheat Thins (Original, Multi-Grain, Reduced Fat, and Sundried Tomato and Basil)
Zesta Original Crackers


Arnold Premium Seasoned Stuffing
Betty Crocker Bac-o’s Bacon Flavor Bits
Brianna’s French Dressing
Brianna’s Poppy Seed Dressing
Brianna’s Santa Fe Blend Dressing
Campbell’s Franco-American Mushroom Gravy
Classico Pasta Sauces (Roasted Garlic)
Classico Pasta Sauces (Spicy Red Pepper)
Dona Maria Mole
El Paso Enchilada Sauce
Girard’s Champagne Dressing
Girard’s Italian Dressing
Girard’s Original French Dressing
Girard’s Raspberry Dressing
Hunt’s Manwich Sauce
Kame Marinades (Red Chili)
Kame Marinades (Sweet Teriyaki)
Kame Marinades (Thai Coconut)
Kame Marinades (Wasabi With Ginger)
Kellogg’s Corn Flakes Crumbs
Knorr Red Bell Pepper Pesto Sauce Mix
Kraft Balsamic Dressing
Kraft Catalina Dressing
Kraft Classic Italian Vinaigrette Dressing
Kraft Creamy Italian Dressing
Kraft Fat-Free Italian Dressing
Kraft French Dressing
Kraft French Fries Seasoning
Lipton Recipe Soup and Dip Mix (Onion)
Lipton Recipe Soup and Dip Mix (Onion Mushroom)
Lipton Recipe Soup and Dip Mix (Vegetable)
McCormick Bac’n Pieces
McCormick Spaghetti Sauce Mix
Newman’s Light Balsamic Dressing
Newman’s Light Italian Dressing
Newman’s Light Raspberry and Walnut Dressing
Newman’s Olive Oil and Vinegar Dressing
Newman’s Red Wine Vinaigrette and Olive Oil Dressing
Newman’s Regular Balsamic Dressing
Old El Paso Taco Seasoning Mix
Peanut Butter & Co. White Chocolate Wonderful
Pepperidge Farms Cubed Herb Seasoned Stuffing
Prego Mushroom Pasta Sauce
Ragu Pizza Sauce

Baked Goods

Arnold’s Carb-Counting Multi-Grain Bread
Arnold’s Jewish Rye Bread
Arnold’s Potato Sandwich Rolls
Arnold’s Sesame Sandwich Rolls
Arnold’s Stone Ground Whole Wheat Bread
Arnold’s Wheat Sandwich Rolls
Cobblestone Mill Hoagie Rolls
Cobblestone Mill Jewish Rye Bread
Cobblestone Mill Kaiser Rolls
Cobblestone Mill Onion Rolls
Cobblestone Mill Party Rolls
Cobblestone Mill Pumpernickel Bread
Cobblestone Mill White Sub Rolls
Cobblestone Mill Whole Wheat Bread
Dutch Country Soft Potato
Dutch Country Whole Wheat
Krispy Kreme Fruit Pies (Apple)
Krispy Kreme Fruit Pies (Cherry)
Krispy Kreme Fruit Pies (Peach)
Kroger Bread
Little Debbie Cake Donuts
Pepperidge Farm Dark Pumpernickel Bread
Pepperidge Farm Rye and Pumpernickel Swirl Bread
Thomas New York Style Bagels (Blueberry)
Thomas New York Style Bagels (Cinnamon Swirl)
Thomas New York Style Bagels (Everything)
Thomas New York Style Bagels (Plain)
Thomas Toaster Bagels (Cinnamon Raisin)
Thomas Toaster Bagels (Plain)

Refrigerated and Frozen Foods

Anne’s Flat Dumplings
Athens Phyllo Dough
Athens Phyllo Mini Shells
Calaro Guacamole
Edy’s No-Sugar Bars
Edy’s Whole Fruit Bars
Fleischmann’s Light Margarine
Food Lion French Fries
Food Lion Hash Browns
Food Lion Restaurant Fries
Food Lion Seasoned Curly Fries
Food Lion Shoe String Fries
Food Lion Steak Fries
General Mills Italian-Style Vegetables
General Mills Roasted Potatoes With Garlic and Herbs
Luigi’s Italian Ice
Minute Maid Frozen Lemonade Bars
Mrs. Smith’s Deep Dish Pie Crust
Pepperidge Farm Puff Pastry Sheets
Pepperidge Farm Puff Pastry Shells
Pillsbury Cornbread Twists
Pillsbury Turnover (Apple)
Pillsbury Turnover (Cherry)
Piñata Flour Tortillas
Safeway Whipped Cream (Canned)
Simply Potatoes Diced Potato With Onion
Simply Potatoes New Potato Wedges
Simply Potatoes Shredded Hash Browns
Smart Squeeze Fat-Free Margarine
Smuckers Uncrustables Peanut Butter and Grape Jelly
Smuckers Uncrustables Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jam
SuperPretzel Baked Soft Pretzels


Aunt Jemima Coffee Cake Mix
Aunt Jemima Whole Wheat Pancake/Waffle Mix
Betty Crocker Bisquick
Fred Meyer Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips
Ghirardelli Chocolate Chip Cookie Mix
Green Giant Cream Style Sweet Corn
Hodgson Mill Bran Muffin Mix
Hodgson Mill Caraway Rye Bread Mix
Hodgson Mill White Bread Mix
Hodgson Mill Whole Wheat Gingerbread Mix
Jello-O Instant Pudding (Banana Creme)
Jello-O Instant Pudding (Chocolate)
Jello-O Instant Pudding (Lemon)
Jello-O Instant Pudding (Vanilla)
Kraft Baker’s Angel Flake Coconut
Martha White Pizza Crust Mix
Old El Paso Taco Shells
Thai Kitchen Noodle Bowls (Pad Thai)
Thai Kitchen Noodle Bowls (Roasted Garlic)
Thai Kitchen Noodle Bowls (Thai Peanut)
Tropical Source Dark Chocolate Chips
Uncle Ben’s Cinnamon and Raisin Rice Pudding Mix


Betty Crocker Hash Brown
Campbell’s Franco-American Mushroom Gravy
Campbell’s Tomato Soup
Del Monte White Corn Cream Style
Healthy Choice Country Vegetable Soup
Hormel Chili
Hunt’s Manwich Sauce
Knorr Red Bell Pepper Pesto Sauce Mix
Kraft “It’s Pasta Anytime” Spaghetti With Marinara
Kraft French Fries Seasoning
Kraft Snake ‘N Bake (Hot/Spicy Coating Mix)
Kraft Snake ‘N Bake (Original Chicken Coating Mix)
Kraft Snake ‘N Bake (Original Pork Coating Mix)
Kraft Taco Bell Taco Dinner
Lipton Beefy Onion Soup
Lipton Recipe Soup and Dip Mix (Onion)
Lipton Recipe Soup and Dip Mix (Onion Mushroom)
Lipton Recipe Soup and Dip Mix (Vegetable)
Manischewitz Sweet Potato Pancake Mix
McCormick Fajitas Seasoning Mix
McCormick Hot Seasoning Mix
McCormick Mild Chili Seasoning Mix
McCormick Original Seasoning Mix
McCormick Pasta Salad Vinaigrette Dressing Blend
McCormick Sloppy Joe Seasoning
McCormick Spaghetti Sauce Mix
Mission Foods Corn Tortillas
Mission Foods Flour Tortillas
Mission Foods Taco Shells
Mission Foods Tostadas
Near East Roasted Garlic & Olive Oil Cousous
Near East Spanish Rice Pilaf
Near East Toasted Almond Rice Pilaf
Near East Toasted Pine Nut Couscous
Old El Paso Enchilada Sauce
Old El Paso Fat-Free Refried Beans
Old El Paso No-Fuss Fajita Dinner Kit
Old El Paso Taco Seasoning Mix
Progresso Soup (Hearty Tomato)
Progresso Soup (Lentil)
Progresso Soup (Tomato Basil)
San Giorgio Pastas (Angel Hair)
San Giorgio Pastas (Elbow Macaroni)
San Giorgio Pastas (Rigatoni)
San Giorgio Pastas (Rotelle)
San Giorgio Pastas (Spaghetti)
Simply Asia Sesame Teriyaki Noodle Bowl
Swanson Vegetable Broth
Top Ramen (Oriental)
Uncle Ben’s Lemon & Herb Rice
Uncle Ben’s Long-Grain Rice
Uncle Ben’s Mexican Fiesta
Uncle Ben’s Oriental Fried Rice
Uncle Ben’s Spanish Rice
Uncle Ben’s Wild Rice
Zatarain’s Black Beans & Rice
Zatarain’s Black-Eyed Peas & Rice
Zatarain’s Dirty Rice Mix
Zatarain’s Gumbo Mix With Rice
Zatarain’s Jambalaya
Zatarain’s Red Beans & Rice

“Even though the business eventually failed, I view it as a success. My dad was an immigrant from the Dominican Republic. He’d take any job he could get just to keep food on the table. A lot of times our fridge was empty. There were nights when I only had $1 for dinner, and I’d have to eat nothing but Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls. There was a hole in our roof, so we actually had pigeons in our house sometimes. So to come from that, and open my own store, and to get to see it thrive for a little bit— that means I made it. None of my friends ever did anything like that. Some of them are in jail now. I got to see my mom proud of me. I got to see my grandma proud of me. If the store had survived, that would have been another chapter. But the fact that it existed means that I made it out and I did something.”