#eat mac and cheese with her

[stainedkept]

NATIONAL MACARONI AND CHEESE DAY -- OPEN STARTER

"Sit down. I made macaroni."

[shinobi98]

There might be something to say about how Furina went from an actress/a character in a set narrative that other created (Focalors, the prophecy) and took charge of the narrative stepping into a directing role. Or something.

[badolmen]

I want to write a poem about microwave mac n cheese (the girl who hated me in middle school always invited me to her opulent birthday parties where everyone either treated me like a zoo exhibit or ignored me) (the living room was always too loud with too many lights and I’d end up finding her pet budgies in the dining room) (her mom knew I didn’t like pizza and she made me mac n cheese when she realized I hadn’t eaten all night) (every birthday thereafter she specifically bought the same brand of mac n cheese just so I would have something to eat while sitting alone in the quiet dining room) (looking back it kind of feels like an apology for how her daughter treated me) (you want to be here but you hate it here. you don’t understand why they treat you this way but you keep coming back. you put a gift on the only piano you’ve seen outside of a church and spend the rest of the night watching small birds in a small white cage. I can’t stop this. I don’t know how to help you. but I can give you warm food and dimmed lights)

[kath-artic]

the other thing is that when i was throwing up all that was coming out was green liquid. nothing solid, just a translucent green liquid. i don't think i ate a single thing yesterday.

[pamesjatterson]

how my mom feels after assuming I feel some kind of way then getting mad about her own incorrect assumption

[strawberri-syrup]

holding my roommates face do your fucking dishes please oh my god do your dishes there has been a cup of milk on your desk since LAST SUNDAY and you LEFT FOR BREAK without washing it OH MY GOD DO YOU WANT OUR ROOM TO SMELL LIKE ROTTING FOOD??????????????????????

[lobolicious]

damn girl what that mouth do

[milimeters-morales]

i need a cup of pomegranate seeds to stay sane

[artificial-condition]

Me and Nona 🤝 eating cooked food cold

[nomaishuttle]

i need 2 start eating vegetables. Haggard

[armandsdivorcelawyer]

A phenomenon I didn’t expect to come out of social media is other groups learning the hard way about how judgemental AAs are about certain foods (me included)

Not a thanksgiving has gone by on TikTok where I have not judged someone’s mac and cheese, and then seen several videos of other black people judging said Mac and cheese, then i comment in agreement with the other people regarding the inadequacy of the Mac and cheese.

Bc the Mac and cheese was soupy. How do you eat soupy Mac and cheese at Thanksgiving? Like if you wanted to eat Kraft you could do that any other day, but Thanksgiving?? Mtchew 😒

[swordsandholly]

Been thinking about the 141 boys coming to visit your southern family…

Price ends up out back with your papaw and uncles staring at a riding mower that they haven’t been able to get back up and working. Beer in hand, hip cocked, mimicking their ‘uh-uh’s and ‘yep’s. He tries to help with grilling but your dad won’t let him anywhere near it because “damn brits can’t cook out to save their lives. I’ve seen what y’all eat.”

Ghost gets a little overwhelmed by the women fussing over him. He’s on his third plate of food and your mimi is still loading him up with more mac n cheese because “He’s just such a big boy - he really needs to fill up! Are you sure you’re feeding him enough?” Luckily Simon is a literal human vacuum - a total garbage disposal. He drinks about a pitcher of sweet tea by himself because you can’t tell me that man doesn’t have a deadly sweet tooth. You have to drive home after the food coma they put him in.

Gaz is the decided favorite son-in-law (never mind that you aren’t married yet.) He’s just so polite, happily helping wherever needed. Quick witted and more than prepared to participate in the small town gossip. Giving genuine, dramatic gasps at the news that the preachers son of your family’s rival church took a trip (went to prison). It just makes sense that boy always had a screw loose, after all. He picks up on the cooking easily enough, asking your mom for all her recipes to make both you and her a lovely custom cook book of family recipes.

Soap goes absolutely hog wild on the four wheelers with your cousins. Regaling the younger ones with stories of his ‘adventures’ (pranks on the other 141 members.) He picks up some of your slang for the fun of it. After all, sigogglin’ just works with a Scottish accent so well. Unfortunately he can’t handle the jalapeño corn bread - it’s just too spicy for the poor boy.

[lightgaswaterelectricityrent]

Oh nooooo she has every booze

[monsterterritory]

I hate being self aware and mentally ill. I wanna starve myself so fucking badly but I Know it'll make me spiral and feel even worse and then I'll starve myself more and feel worse and worse. I don't want to take care of myself but I don't want to feel bad anymore. I don't care about myself enough to want to work to feel better.

[sunni-stuff]

Ghost hates Christmas. It's a lingering reminder of what he doesn't have.

A family, children screaming, guests talking, little hands grabbing and gifts unwrapping.

A home, warm, and snug, fireplace flickering, chestnuts roasting, dinner waiting on the table, a feast, his favorites plated near those he loves.

People who care about him once the mask comes off.

Ghost hates Christmas.

So why does Simon enjoy it?

Why does Simon snort uncontrollably when seeing Price dressed up in that stupidly ugly, itchy rudolph sweater with the glowing nose in the middle while Ghost sits in a corner, glowering at the celebration, his somber mood futile.

Why does Simon lose his shit, grinning from ear to ear as Kyle gets absolutely wasted on eggnog, nearly falling ass first into the fireplace while in the closet, buried deep, Ghost is tucked away from all the festivities.

Why does Simon melt as he sits at the dining table, mouth stuffed full of your fresh creamy mac n cheese, eating like a child starved, practically shoving Johnny out of the way for seconds when he finishes while Ghost lost everything on this day.

Ghost doesn't understand.

How can Simon smile?

How can Simon enjoy this time of year? Does he actually like that shitty knife set Gary got him? They're dull, not even sharpened properly, and wouldn't do any good even in the kitchen. But Simon hugs him, holding the gift close.

The closet door creaking made Ghost go on alert, his eyes darting to see... a child. A child who looks like Simon. She throws the door wide open, shuffling in past him and digging around for a brief moment to pull out her gift. One she hid from her papa this entire time.

A drawing.

Childish scribbles adorn the page, happy pastel colors painting a joyous picture of her and her father together. She closes the closet without sparing Ghost a glance, skipping off excitedly.

How childish, Ghost scoffs, but despite being closed off, he could sense Simon's tears, how grateful he is to be alive despite everything he's been through.

He's alive.

Maybe that's why.

[yourplaceinaugust]

dude raw carrots with salt on them are so good