#Lays Sour Cream And Onion Chips

[bluepoodle7]

#LaysFlavorMixVarietyPackMegaSize #LaysSourCreamAndOnionChips #LaysChips #LaysFlavoredPotatoChips #FlavoredChipReview

I tried the Lay's Flavor Mix Variety Pack Mega Size Lay's Sour Cream & Onion Chips and these were pretty good. These chips were light and crunchy. These had a light sour cream and onion taste. These were salty but not overly salty to me.

I would eat these again.

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[masoncarr2244]

[munson-blurbs]

Summary: An evening in the Wheeler basement reveals what you've been trying to deny about your best friend, and longtime crush, Eddie.

WC: 827

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, unrequited love, mention of sex. You've been warned.

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Eddie “Speak First, Think Later” Munson struck again. 

A rainy spring Saturday had the Hellfire Club gathered for an impromptu meeting in the Wheeler basement. Eddie whipped out a campaign that he’d been saving, somehow just as detail-rich as the ones he’d meticulously prepared for regular Friday sessions. It had gone on for hours until Dustin, the last player standing, rolled to cast a fireball and was met with utter failure. 

“Damn, and here I thought this was one of my weaker ones.” Eddie popped a sour cream and onion chip in his mouth, crunching down with a triumphant grin. “Looks like I’m unstoppable. Impenetrable. Invincible, even.” 

“Yeah, whatever,” Gareth muttered, but there was no missing his own smile as he added, “tell that to Chrissy Cunningham.”

Chrissy Cunningham? Your stomach dropped at the mention of her name. You’d noticed him glancing over at her table in the cafeteria, and saw him at her locker a few times, but that didn’t mean…

Jeff snorted. “He can’t tell her anything without looking like a total moron. ‘H-Hey, Chrissy. Nice hair, um, thing.’” 

“I do not sound like that, asshole.”

“Dude, you said that exact sentence in algebra yesterday. It was a direct quote.”

Your throat was scratchy from shouting during the game, but you cleared it and forced yourself to speak. “What’s going on with Chrissy?”

Grant ignored the glare that Eddie preemptively gave the rest of the guys. “Our fearless leader is smitten with the Queen of Hawkins High,” he teased. Mike, Dustin, and Lucas all underscored his statement with obnoxious kissy noises. 

“Shut up!” Eddie yelled, but it only further spurred them on. 

“Don’t be shy,” Dustin said through his laughter. “Everyone knows you loooooove her!”

You didn’t. Okay, maybe a part of you did, but your optimism—or perhaps naivety—dismissed the idea. Because if he loved Chrissy, that meant he didn’t love you. It meant the long hugs and arms slung over your shoulder were platonic. That the deep conversations late into the night were simply between friends. 

“I don’t love her,” Eddie retorted, his pinkening cheeks giving him away. “I just think she’s cute, okay?”

“Cute?” Lucas said. He rolled his eyes. “Puppies are cute. Kittens are cute. Babies are—”

“Fine, I think she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life!” Eddie snapped, but a soft smile tugged at the ends of his lips. “Are you idiots happy now?”

The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in his life. In his life. 

Happy? You were the farthest thing from happy. 

Your eyes blurred with tears, blinking them back and timing a sniffle with the crinkling of the chip bag as Mike passed it to Lucas. If you could pull yourself together, you could excuse yourself before you broke down completely. 

“Dude.” Jeff looked at Eddie, pulling his gaze to you despite your reluctance to even glance his way. “She’s a girl.”

“Oh, shit.” Eddie chuckled, snagging his Mountain Dew can from the snack table and taking an extended swig. “It’s not like I’m gonna have sex with my best friend, though.”

Gareth feigned a pout. “I thought I was your best friend.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not having sex with you either.”

You watched as Eddie finished his soda, crushing the can in his fist and tossing it at the drummer’s curly mop of hair. 

It’s not like I’m gonna have sex with my best friend. 

Not even a pause. Not a moment of consideration. Nothing close to the movie-esque scene where the boy realized that the girl of his dreams had been right in front of him the whole time. 

Mustering up a half-smile, you pushed yourself off of the couch. “I’m gonna head home. I’m pretty beat.”

Beat. Broken. Destroyed. Shattered. 

Eddie sat up, brushing Lays crumbs onto his jeans and leaving them shiny with oily residue. “Let me drive you,” he offered. 

You shook your head. “N-No, I wanna walk.” 

“It’s raining,” he protested. 

“It’s fine.”

That may have been the first time you’d declined the chance to spend time alone with him. You lived for the days you’d climb into the passenger seat of his van after Hellfire, resting your head against the window as it vibrated from the bass of the radio speakers. 

Eddie shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said, turning his attention back to the guys. 

He didn’t come after you. You heard his laughter echoing around the basement as you ascended the stairs, barely managing to close the door before you burst into tears. 

Everything you wanted Eddie to feel for you, he felt for Chrissy. The thought of watching his eyes follow her around the cafeteria on Monday roiled a sickness within you. 

You wished you’d never showed up to the Wheelers’ today. Although it wouldn’t have changed Eddie’s love for Chrissy—or his lack of love for you—at least you could continue pretending that there was hope. 

Now, you had nothing but a broken heart.  

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[johnwickb1tsch]

Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 3

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw.

one. two.

Three. 三

Later that evening, in the wee hours, Donaka is still awake in his office. He looks through the security cameras around the property out of boredom, and sees you, outside in the dark garden in nothing but a tank top and boxer shorts, talking to the goddamn dogs. You have some sort of food in your hand, and they are sitting prettily, waiting for you to share it. You almost look like some eldritch sprite out of a fairy tale in the moonlight, taming these fierce beasts with…he zooms in–a bag of potato chips. 

Donaka couldn’t sleep, thinking about work, a new fighter he wants for his underground ring, and you. The way you’d defied him earlier boiled his blood, and he is chomping at the bit to punish you for defying him. He’d thought it would have to be something subtle, but seeing you now, like this–he just wants to yell at you.

He marches down to the garden, the section adjoining the servants quarters where you dwell. He pauses for a moment in the shadows, possessively looking over you, taking in your choice of sleepwear for the sultry South China summer. The modest knee-length black dress you wear for your work uniform does you no justice, he thinks, as he takes in the curves of your thighs and the peaked tips of your unbound breasts beneath the thin fabric of your shirt. 

He makes a fist at his side, gathering his control. If he jumps on you right now, the way he burns to, the dogs will probably maul him. 

“You know the dogs have a job to do?” 

You jump at the unexpected sound of his voice, immediately hiding the chips behind your back. They’re fried crab flavored Lays–and addictively good. The dogs think so too. One of them tries to take advantage of the lowered foodstuffs, snoofing into your back, pushing you forward a step. They are incredibly strong. 

“We’re just…having a snack break,” you say quietly. “I couldn’t sleep.” 

“A snack break.” He crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at all of you. “If you spoil them, they won’t go after intruders. They’ll just beg for chips.”

You’re not a total idiot. You suspect this dressing-down has more to do with you defying him earlier on the road, than interacting with the dogs. You’d been careful not to make a sound, when you came out. You just couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning, thinking about…Mr. Mark, if you’re being honest. The way he’d looked at you, from the car…god. 

You really are a piece of work. The last thing you need is to catch lustful feelings for your scary hot boss.

You’ve told yourself over and over, but the good advice just isn’t catching. He draws you like a moth to a flame. 

Donaka takes a step closer, his gaze raking over you in your paper-thin attire. One look from this man, and your nipples are tightening to aching points--why didn't you put on a bra?

“And why bother jogging, if you are going to fill your body with that trash?”

You frown at that. He would be a your body is your temple sort of bro. You jog (and walk, who are you kidding?) because you like it.

“Just…trying out the local flavors,” you defend, albeit quietly. The snack flavors in the grocery store are wild–you feel so cheated, from what you’re used to back home. Sour Cream and Onion can kiss your ass...

Donaka snorts disdainfully, then looks back to the dogs. “You do know they could kill you with one bite?” he demands, lifting an eyebrow at you. 

You don’t know where you get the courage to lift your chin at this man. Maybe he wears a fine suit all the time and works in an office, as far as you know, but there is something dangerous about him you can’t quite put your finger on. Maybe it’s his physical size, or his athletic physique. The black t-shirt he’s wearing is showing off what you’d suspected to be true all along: this man has biceps to make a grown woman cry. But mostly–it’s his eyes. Sharp, burning, intense. 

Panty melting. 

“They could hurt me…I guess I just have to trust them not to.” Here you are, talking in double speak again to the man who writes your paychecks. He softens at hearing that, just the slightest, almost undetectable bit. His forbidding frown shifts to a smirk. He takes a step closer, close enough to touch, if he reached out his long arm. 

You stand your ground.

“Some might think that’s a foolish risk, y/n.” He knows you’re not stupid, but he’s beginning to see that you’re a lot braver than he’d originally thought. 

“Ah well. A housekeeper’s got to live a little.”

He blows air out his nostrils at that, glaring down at you. “Go to bed, y/n,” he commands you, and turns on his heel to stalk off. 

“Maybe you could use a potato chip,” you huff under your breath. 

“What was that?” he snarls, half turning back to you. 

“Nothing, Sir. Goodnight.”

He goes, and you can’t stop yourself from making a funny face at his back, your hands curled like claws on top of your head. 

Later, Donaka will review the footage of this encounter, mostly to ogle you in your scanty sleep attire once again while he fists his turgid cock. But when he gets to the part at the very end where he sees you so irreverently making the face at his retreating form–he can’t suppress a bark of laughter, and a smile like a baring of teeth. You have no idea who you’re playing with.

It’s going to feel so sweet, when he brings you to heel.

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[eyeofnewtblog]

Things that happen at work:

Holy fucking shit, teenage boys WILL EAT WHATthe fuckinghellEVER.

If I buy a new flavor of chips that I don’t mind but also don’t particularly like? Zero food waste, that bag of chips is going down into The Void that is a teenager’s gullet.

Bring blueberries that are about to go bad to work? Fucking GONE in LESS than five minutes. (I picked the actual mushy ones out before I got to work, that little basket was fucking GONE so fast it makes my head spin, they grabbed full handfuls and just shoved them into their mouths without asking if I had even washed them)

As an experiment, brought a giant ass family size bag of lays sour cream and onion potato chips into work. I got maybe two handfuls. It was me, the assistant manager who is a grown ass man, and three teenage boys. Those chips were devoured in UNDER AN HOUR.

Today, specifically, I bought a cup of macaroni and cheese, but the place I bought it from had no forks. So I also bought a bag of lays regular potato chips to use as a scooping mechanism. Worked great, had to use my fingers a lot more than I really know how to process but also if India and Ethiopia can embrace finger eating than so can I. Had way to many chips left over, honestly, so gave them to the nearest passing teenager.

Never even found the bag, asked the teenager in question if he actually ate the chips, got an ACTUAL SARCASTIC “yes mommy I did eat” with an eye roll that could have dislodged his eye sockets .

I’m honestly feeling pretty great about myself. They trust me to feed them and they actually listen when I say “hey! Maybe don’t use the f bomb in front of customers” so it’s all working out

[skele-bunny]

idk if u ever like. expanded on it but how would phantom Be if like. In that last lil phantom/aether fic, if aether rlly breeding him deep Took?? I feel like he'd either be super flighty abt it OR bask in the princess treatment to come.

YYOOOP IM NGL.... NEVER THOUGHT OF PHANTOM/AETHER KITS UNTIL NOW SHOUT OUT TO YOU!!

Ohh Phantom would be absolutely losing his shit. He's nervous, unsure what to do, just crying in Special's arms. He found out when doing blood work and YYEEAAHH, not the best way to find out you're knocked up. They're calmed down and given a little pamphlet (fucking Phil and his damn pamphlets.) about his options, but Phantom is heavily urged to talk to Aether, so he does!

Just chewing on his nail, curled up as they have Aether in his room, explaining what he found out. Aether's eyes just blow up, and his tail starts wagging, the biggest smile growing.

"Really?!"

And Phantom just nods, and Aether can smell their uncertainty. He composes himself and brings his bat in his arms, calmly explaining exactly what Phil did. He has options, and no matter what he does, Aether will be there to love and support him. He's explained a bit more about what each option will lead to wether termination, keeping, or fostering. They talk for a HOT minute before Phantom finally decides.

"I think I want to keep it... What if I change my mind? What if—"

"Tommy, if you want to keep it, then I'll be there. If you change your mind, I'll be there. I will love you no matter what."

A little breathy cry. "Okay.... Okay, I want to keep it..."

"Then we have appointments to make now, don't we?"

Now both of their tails are wagging.

Phantom is still very nervous, super jumpy about everything, but with Aether and the others help they're able to start calming down and take things a bit easier. The pack is over the MOON, just the biggest ghoul pile (gently) when Phantom tells them. They wait a bit after 9 weeks to start looking at baby registries, things they'll need and want, and Aether just can't stop laying his head on Phantom's tummy and purring, whispering to their little kit about how excited he is to meet them.

Oh boy, tour though? Leading up, Phantom is a mess and just trying to convince Aether to swap spots with someone so he can come on tour too, trying to see if even Delta will come back so he and Aether can stay, he doesn't want to leave. He's a non-stop crying mess, Aether holding him so so much. But!! They make a plan. Mountain and Dew are people both of them trust no matter what, and they've made a promise to Aether to watch their darling bat like a hawk! The others are informed and doing their own part, just carefully treading and making sure Phantom stays comfortable.

Irritated when his uniform starts having him loosen up the lace, and feels like he's not a good performer since he can't do all his splits/jumps/bends like he used to, but he's reassured nonstop about it.

14 weeks, he's calmer now. Absolutely cuddled up in his nest on the bus, quietly chirping if he needs help with something. He's gotten much better at asking for help now! Back at the abbey? They're running to Aether faster than ever before, of course Aeth would usually bop them for it, but he can't lie—he missed Phantom, too.

So many cuddles and scenting over one another, Aether checking their little "tater tot." Nickname courtesy of Swiss as he watched Phantom down two whole bags of tater tots on his own, with one of the bags being frozen.

Quint ghouls eat rancid mixtures of food already but a pregnant quint? DEAR GOD. Pickles and mayonnaise, sour cream and onion chips with hot sauce and mustard, orange juice and Oreos, even to the point of whipped cream on LASAGNA.... LASAGNA!!!! Mountain will never forgive the horrors his cooking experienced. /Silly

One of his favorite things is the backrubs, as unfortunately he's a LOT more prone to aches from his height and anatomy being small. Aether using his magick to ease the pain but also his hands. Has a specific pregnancy pillow so Phantom can lay on his tummy without squishing, moaning from relief as Aether gets every kink and sore out.

When he starts lactating? He wakes everyone up in the den with his cries wjejkdkd even though they've accepted he's carrying, it's never fully hit until then. How close he is to popping, how round he looks, and the fact they can feel them MOVING..... Oh he's miserable. Can't control their bladder, hurts to walk for long periods of time, he's having magick surges which is giving him bad headaches, his morning sickness is back full swing, you name it. Lots of more comfort and princess treatment.

Phantom would probably want to have a nest-birth rather than in the hospital, and only wants Aether and Special. See, Phantom's never had a true grasp on his magick. But when he starts pushing, everyone gets freaked out as the lights flicker, TVs going to static, turning on/off randomly, and with one last scream a light bulb explodes.

He's crying, Aether's crying happy tears, and another confused cry is joining them. Little damn furball is squirming in Special's hands, being so delicate as he tries to finish up before laying the bloody kit on Phantom's chest. Phil going back to work while he lets Phantom and Aether slowly groom their baby boy.

Oh he's so perfect in every aspect. Little toe beans that are black and white, tiny fangs poking out, and despite all the fur, has such pretty skin with little white freckles like Aether. Constellations. Also Aether's big ears!

Probably name him after a constellation because of the freckles :3 I'm thinking Comet.

They're holding each other close, Aether claiming their son with a quick nip and going back to scenting, just laughing and crying in disbelief and pure happiness. Their own little family!

[neallo]

question of the century (lying)

[pierrotdoesnteat]

was supposed to be fasting. OMAD'ed an entire bag of lays sour cream and onion chips. gotta die

[cyberdragoninfinity]

notlawrence yuri & yugo are on a family road trip with their folks. and dennis. and rin. they stop at a quik trip to load up on drinks & snacks. it's all going on mike's credit card, and mike has merrily announced that they're free to grab whatever they want, no price limit. what does everybody get?

OH YOUVE PAINTED SUCH A WORD PICTURE FOR ME CLARK finally able to answer this with my truest visions now that im not on a fuckin airplane. let's take a quick trip to quiktrip

YUGO: TWO (2) ROLLER GRILL HOT DOGS!!!!!!!!! one with ketchup and one with mustard. big ol family sized bag of skittles that he is going to eat 90% of himself. 1 liter bottle of mountain dew code red cuz "oh dope they never have the red one at the grocery store!!!" one of those little plastic cups full of donut holes.

YURI: a black coffee and a single bag of chex mix that he will then slowly pick at like a bird for the next 6 hours. he doesnt like the rye chips so he gives them to dennis.

RIN: roller grill eggroll. spicy beef jerky. fritos. bigass slushie icee freezey drink (coke flavored). also sorry hang on what the hell is this

yeah one of these too. she gets this one. *rin voice* "i have two ice cold beverages advising me at all times"

DENNIS: diet doctor pepper with a splash of cherry flavor. sour cream and onion lay's potato chips. also a turkey and swiss wrap from the grab-n-go fridge section that he picked up to share with yuri cuz he was worried that he was gonna be hungry later since all he grabbed was that chex mix..... :( the wrap makes both of them violently ill four hours later.

Mike (Yuri's dad) gets a bottle of SmartWater and a sizable bag of Bugles, and Gail (Yugo's mom) gets a diet coke and some gummy bears that melt in the heat later and she and yugo have a good laugh about it.

[cainternn]

What is your favorite bag of chips?

lays sour cream and onion or ruffles cheddar and sour cream 🥴

[bluepoodle7]

#Lays #LaysLayers #LaysLayersSourCreamAndOnion #LaysThreeCheese #Chips #ChipsReview

I tried the Lay's Layers Sour Cream & Onion and Three Cheese Chips Mini Bags. Both of these were pretty good.

These layers chips were both light and airy. These had a light cheese and sour cream onion taste and had a crunchy texture to them. These were lightly salty taste to me.

I would eat these again.

Got at Speedway.

[dreadanddespairdyke]

girl I've never actually tried 'em... I used to like bacon or sour cream+green onion ones. there was a joke/meme on ru rf/lesbian twitter in the late 2010s that crab lays chips are the favorite chip flavor of lesbians lol. idk why that is but I always think about that when I see them

gonna have them after lunch !

U GOT THEM TOO ура давайте есть лесбийские чипсы вместе <3 приятного аппетита!!

[vinsmoke-lover]

If anyone wants an alternative to Lays, a couple quick google searches has told me that my favorite potato chip brand, Cape Cod, is owned by the Campbell's Soup company which does not support Israel!

They have the best crunch of any potato chip I've ever tried, and their flavors include Original, Dark Russet, Original Lightly Salted, Sea Salt and Cracked Pepper, Sea Salt and Vinegar, Sour Cream and Onion, Sweet and Spicy Jalapeño, and Sweet Mesquite Barbecue.

[tf2heritageposts]

you can only have ONE snack for the REST OF YOUR LIFE, what is it?

oooh snack oh uhhhh

can i just go with chips as a general concept? if i have to pick a speific one, sour cream and onion lays

medic says swedish fish ?????

[luckycharms1701]

How long have you been writing, what's your favorite chip, and have you ever drank something you shouldn't drink

hmmm. well i first wrote something in 2012. after that i didn’t write again until 2016. i wrote bits and pieces here and there after that, but i didn’t start writing consistently until october when i entered turtle hell.

my favorite chip for most of my life has been sour cream and onion, but now i think it’s probably lay’s sweet southern barbecue flavor

i. don’t think so? there have been times i’ve gotten drunk when i shouldn’t have gone near alcohol. but i don’t think i’ve ever drunk anything i shouldn’t have otherwise. wait. you know what. i shouldn’t have drunk those jello shots sam made. i could smell how much alcohol was in those things and i still threw them down the hatch. mistake.

[dreamsy990]

kingdom hearts characters as chips

me and @whole-bilk-milk have used our incredible scientific technique for character to chip analysis, and here we present the data for your viewing pleasure

sora - lays wavy original OR sunchips roxas - lays barbecue xion - lays salt and vinegar ventus - lays sour cream and onion vanitas - lays dill pickle. because theres something wrong with him

jiminy - bug chips mickey - cheddar ruffles donald - cheddar cheese quackers goofy - scooby snacks

ansem the wise - unsalted saltines ansem seeker of darkness - slutty vegan maple bbq kettle chips xemnas - unsalted baked kettle chips xehanort - kettle lightly salted chips

kairi - cape cod sea salt and cracked pepper, because it sounds interesting and then you realize its not actually as flavorful as you expected. namine - cape cod sweet mesquite barbecue OR sour cream and onion

riku - ranch pringles. i refuse to explain this. repliku - suspicious stew minecraft pringles OR onion and cream prongles

aqua - takis blue heat. because she is blue, and she is not a corn chip. terra - terra sweet potato. self explanatory terranort - terra bloody mary. more self explanatory

cloud - chex mix, because you dont think that combination of flavors should work but it really does. aerith - cape cod pink himalayan salt and red wine vinegar

axel - takis fuego demyx - funyuns and a bottle of sprite. larxene - tangy pickle doritos marluxia - sal de ibiza la vie en rose (they had roses on the packaging and sound pretentious) vexen - a couple of ice cubes and some salt in a ziplock bag xigbar - krinkle cut salt and pepper chips luxord - a poker chip saix - fun keen moon chips