#coke and fries hack

[scarabies-real]

Casting spell of send migraine directly to hell. Will keep fellow wizards updated!

[postcardsfromheapside]

I know people mean well. I 100% know they do.

I'm not expecting anyone to know my medical history, but when they've known me for literally years and I've been having migraines for as long as they've known me (actually for decades, but who is counting) it's really frustrating to be sent tiktok “hacks” like “just get a McDonald's fries and coke” (salt, carbs, and caffeine) as if I never fucking considered maybe I need electrolytes and caffeine and something to settle my stomach at some point in my life.

It's on par with “just drink some water”

What drastically reduced my migraines was pharmaceuticals. And what rescues me from the ones that happen despite the preventatives...are pharmaceuticals. Weed doesn't help with the pain. I don't want “hacks” made up by influencers. I want to be able to get the drugs I need so I'm not laid out with chronic pain for 3/4ths of the month.

Please stop sending hacks. Please vote for lawmakers who are on the side of making affordable drugs.

(also like. would I be posting about migraines if it were as simple as solving shit with a mcd's run. I fucking love fries. I feel like at some point you have to understand bodies are more complicated than that)

[fagsex]

personal pet peeve is when someone posts a migraine hack (especially if they say it works for THEM not guaranteed works for everyone) and the comments are filled with "uhm so you mean headache not migraine 🙄" "uhh so if this works for you it wasnt a migraine" "youre outside smiling with a migraine??? faking its just a headache" so on and so forth. like its not possible to be in incredible pain and play it off, for starters. i have chronic migraines that are medically treated and i am still forced to go out in public when i have them, at times. i still have to do things. i used to be in classes for 10 hours with 3 day long migraine episodes. shit happens. and especially a ten second video, i could fake smiling and open my eyes. i could even, yes, feel joy. what a surprise.

this was under someones recommendation of combining fast food french fries and a full sugar coke to help a migraine. which makes a LOT of sense and similar things work for me, to help even if not get rid of completely. CAFFEINE HELPS MIGRAINES. sugar and salt are actually quite helpful in staving off pains and fighting them off. most migraine or headache medications include caffeine. and surprise, food/energy helps give your body energy to fight off injury. it is logical, and works for me at times as well, and i could easily see it helping someone with only occasional migraines a LOT more.

it reminds me of how people discuss menstrual pain as well, and how people are finally starting to play pain olympics less around discussion of menstruation. just because somebody hurts less, or differently, doesn't mean they dont hurt, let alone don't have the source of pain? a migraine is a specific type of headache. it is not charted by pain. in fact, there are types of migraines you can have WITHOUT pain. its a name for classification not for going off a pain scale. to continue linking with speaking of menstrual pains (partially because i see a lot of women playing pain olympics with migraines - with other women), just because someones cramping was lesser than yours, or their flow was lighter, you could not possibly say they were not menstruating.

or, on a broader scale, someone cut on a fatty part of their body, vs on an artery, are bleeding differently, and the pain is very different, but they are both cut and they are both bleeding and they both need help, just in different degrees with different levels of attention. and if the person cut lighter has another pre-existing issue, such as being on blood thinners, then they might even be in a similar situation as the nicked artery, even if it came differently and should be treated differently.

i just see this a lot with migraines specifically, likely because i look around in circles with lots of migraine / headache / cluster discussion, and i know this kind of competitive discussion surely stems from the fact that these types of pains are mostly invisible, so we have to be loud in boasts of the pain. but what is the use to get mad at other people for having a different pain than you, or finding relief where you cannot? i can only see negative outcomes, i can only imagine someone not trying tips to aid in pain because some loser said it was pointless and REAL migraines cant be helped by x or y.

anyways. if you have a migraine, get into very hot water or into a very steamy room, and try to get your head and feet submerged if you can. a hot compress may also work. this is rooted in actual science, it's for the same reason you may use a humidifier when congested or having difficulty breathing. eating fatty or salty foods and drinking caffeinated beverages can also help. a high caloric snack can provide your body with more energy and help stable you because youre in pain and stressed and it is taking a lot out of you. all of these tips are valid, and so are anyone elses, especially if they clarify it may not work for everyone. but what is the point of bitching and moaning about it not working if you do not try. like dont piss me off

[moltengoldveins]

HEY YOU WANNA KNOW SOMETHING.

so the reason stores sell coke or Pepsi or other carbonated acidic drinks with their cheeseburgers and fries and shit is because the fat in the food coats your mouth and signals to your body that you’re full - the soda washes that out and your body stays hungrier for longer, letting you eat more than maybe you should and ergo buy more. Cool, fascinating, a horrifying fact of capitalism, whatever, the IMPORTANT thing is that that means if you struggle with oil or fatty food or smthn because you cannot STAND the feeling in your mouth of greasy food you cannot offset it with an acidic or carbonated beverage. Autism hack for the fucking win eating food has gotten so much easier.

[delirious-donna]

I’m desperate enough to be trying the McDonald’s fries and full fat Coke hack for migraines 😭

[gordonsicedcoffee]

20-something quantico strahm most definitely used his frankly superhuman intellect to map out a pattern in the spontaneous drug tests so he could fly by with his habit undetected. js that guy was hooking himself up to car batteries before training.

VERY MUCH SO 💯💯💯

20-something peter @ the academy: calculating the virginia windspeed & temperature. intricately tracking the assistant director's weekly shoe choices. taking feverish notes on body language and urinalysis....................and it's all to figure out if they're gonna hand out the pee cups @ 10:30 AM or 11:15 AM.

bc that 45 minute window? oh, it's crucial.

too fixated on triangulating the chief of staff's lunch habits.......to even..........for a second.........consider that he's out here looking fried-wired-zoinked as all shit. pssh. no time for that!! he's hacking into the mainframe of human psyche!! he's doing the damn thing (becoming one w/this lukewarm red bull)

and yep. YEAH. he 100% was out here giving himself controlled electric shocks & testing his pain tolerance. dispensed pepper spray and a taser w/his supply kit? oh, u just know he's getting that first-hand experience. what a guy.

peter david strahm. training for exams, on a coke bender one night. grinding his teeth together and giving himself a wicked migraine. sticking his hand into ice water and seeing how long he can hold it. for some reason. (and yeah, he set timers for this experiment. and yeah, he's pissymad when he doesn't beat his personal best)

TRULY DERANGED.

and then ofc he ends up graduating w/shockingly impressive credentials (and chronic pressure headaches)!! congrats agent stimulant abuse, u did it!! u really did it!! ✨

(sighing dreamily) godddddd, he was sooooo unstable. glad he totally got over all that <33

[othernaut]

Raccoon-eyed abjurers on their sixth cup of coffee because their bodies are allowed to break down but the wards absolutely cannot.

Exhausted illusionists letting fucked-up errors like pies that smell like gasoline and guardsmen with faces sliding down into their chests through the more their eyes drift closed.

Frazzled witches on night 3 of exhausted disaster relief whose practical empathy is gradually losing the war against the desire for some soup and a big chair.

Fried diabloists with the last Adderall rattling around in the bottle whose circle-work and sacrifice are absolutely perfect but fucked up the spelling of the demon's name and wound up with some kind of evil duck that wants your shoes.

Battlefield summoners who keep making the same fucking syntax error and accidentally swapping places with their summons instead of straight calling them, meaning they have to waste precious time unsummoning themselves before they can get back to work.

Coked-to-the-fucking-gills sorcerers at the tail end of a three-day bender who are fine and ready to rock despite the fact that their feet haven't touched the ground since mimosa brunch.

Insomniac warlocks after a nice, desperately-needed sleep and a coffee, going over the finer details of their freshly-signed contracts, panic mounting to the point of mental breakdown.

Dreamweavers who haven't had a dream of their own in months and whose astral guides have resorted to just calling them on the phone at this point.

Siege evokers, still at max power but steadily decreasing accuracy, running through fireball spotters at a worrying clip.

Cybermancers who soul-hacked into the president's body but can't remember the search sprite's invocation and wound up running around, lost, through ten thousand hours of fucking golf.

Worn, overused, sentient magic items who remember what sleep is and whose alignment ever-so-gently shifts towards chaotic evil as it is denied.

I loveee fantasy settings doing magical exhaustion:

burnt out pyromancers emitting steam and smoke

tired cryomancers shivering with visible foggy breath

weary necromancers looking ill and hearing voices

frazzled healers receiving the same cuts, bruises, and injuries of their patients

[24worldnewsnet]

cola and fries are helping their migraines - but there's a twist It's a condition that affects more than 10 million people in the UK. It can change futures, end careers, and shrink worlds. So when a hack comes along that says it can "cure", or at the very least fend off a migraine, people will try it. While there are medical treatments, there is no cure. Prescription medication can be very effective - but it doesn't always work. For many people there is no simple solution. Some discover their own ways of managing the debilitating pain: blasting the side of their face with a hairdryer, or sitting in a hot bath while wearing an ice pack and drinking a smoothie. But now a new hack has suddenly gone viral - the McMigraine Meal. A simple offering of a full-fat cola and a portion of salty fries seems to be doing the trick for hundreds who've been extolling its virtues on TikTok. If there is any science behind these hacks - what do they do to the body? Nick Cook, from Oxfordshire, carries "a wallet full of drugs" around in case of a migraine attack. He will "try anything" to make the pain go away, he says. "When you live with the condition, and you're working a five-day week and you need to carry on, you'll give anything a go." At its worst the pain around Nick's eye socket can feel like his eyeball is getting crushed. He says it's the caffeine and sugar in cola that helps him. "If I catch it soon it enough it can sometimes work, when my vision goes fuzzy and I can feel one coming on." He stresses that drinking cola doesn't replace his amitriptyline tablets - the daily pain medication he takes to try to prevent migraines - but it does sometimes help him "last until the end of the day". Kayleigh says one of the few treatments that's ever given her relief is medical Botox For Kayleigh Webster, a 27-year-old who has had chronic migraines all her life, it's the salt on the chips that might slow down a migraine attack. "It can help," she says cautiously, "but it's certainly not a cure. "Migraine is a complex neurological condition - and it can't be cured by a bit of caffeine, salt and sugar in a fast food meal." Kayleigh's tried cocktails of different medications, putting her feet in hot water, a flannel at the back of the head, acupuncture, cupping - but they've had little effect. One of the few treatments that has given her relief is medical Botox - having dozens of injections in her head, face and neck. It's still not clear how Botox works for migraine, but it's believed to block powerful pain signals being released from the nerves. A migraine - which can last days - is very different to a headache, which tend to be short-lived and can be treated more easily with painkillers like paracetamol. Migraines can cause head pain, neck pain, numbness, blurred vision, and even affect speech and movement. Kayleigh has a large toolkit of medication, creams and devices which help her manage her migraines Skulls dating back to 3,000 BC show ancient Egyptians even had trouble with migraines - but despite that long history, their exact cause is still unknown. It's thought pain receptors in the blood vessels and nerve tissue around the brain misfire - sending incorrect signals that something is wrong. But we don't know why some people have an oversensitive nervous system - and why it reacts to some things and not others. Experts say there's not enough research into why only some people - around one in seven - are affected, or what can actually help. Dr Kay Kennis, a trustee for the Migraine Trust and a GP who specialises in migraines, says while there are elements of the McMigraine meal that can help stave off an attack, these aren't innate to "a McDonald's". "The caffeine in the coke can act as a nerve disruptor, it is a substance that affects nerve activity. For some, that disturbance works in a positive way," Dr Kennis says. "There are some painkillers that people take for migraines that have caffeine - and some do respond well to that - but we don't full

[2-m0use]

4-18-20

24:20 fast ended at 6:20

Had a snack mix with the church kids (pretzel sticks, oyster crackers, Hersheys kisses, raisins, and vanilla wafers) it was actually really good

Then we went to the fish fry buffet, I had 3 pieces of fish, a couple servings of fries, some ranch on the side, and like 4(?) bread rolls

Then I finally had that cocktail my friend makes, apparently it was a valentines special? It was called the Mi Amore and it was supposed to taste like smarties. It tasted more like jolly ranchers and vodka. It wasn't bad, but I didn't love it either, I'm picky with alcohol :P I cut it with diet coke and drank the whole thing (that's my secret life hack for alcohol I don't want to finish)

I finished taking the last sips on the way out the door, and idk what minute that was exactly, but we were on the road by midnight, so I'm gonna say my fast started then.

I am a little disappointed that I won't be able to fast for even 18 hours tomorrow, but I'll take what I can get.

I'm a little disappointed I only had one drink and it was one I didn't love? It was like. Not worth putting off my fast to not love the drink and also not feel anything but a warm face..

Oh, well.

My friend's timid dog ate a treat from my hand today! Which is like a big deal, bc she is terrified of everyone that isn't her current owner (or the COs best friend, who was also her owner before she moved out) and she will not take food from anyone but them. But we both held one treat togethr, and she took it, and my friend was shocked and impressed. She was even more shocked and impressed when she took a long treat from me directly with only a minute or two of persuasion and different strategies. So yeah. I have bragging rights as the dog whisperer (once again)

I was going to do another layer of paint today and then shower, but I felt like shit, all my joints hurt, so I stayed in bed. I cleaned up well before I left, but I did not get my shower in.

I will definitely paint and shower tomorrow before my friend's party lol

Idk if I told yall this already but my vape tastes terrible. It's like a dropped essential oils on my tongue.. I'm gonna start keeping a spit cup near my bed with a bottle of mouthwash, so I can get the taste out of my mouth after taking a hit or two to fall asleep.

[scarabies-real]

My migraine is so fucking bad I’m gonna try the goddamn McDonald’s coke and fries hack because I have an important event and meeting that I CANNOT miss so I need to send this migraine to HELL

[sanctobin]

theLAnd Interview: Roy Choi.

In a definitive and far-reaching conversation, the chef behind Kogi and LocoL talks about rap, failure, psychedelics, politics, mourning Anthony Bourdain and Jonathan Gold and what’s up next.

There is no dictionary definition for a real one. Realness is subjective and intangible, but unmistakably obvious. As game always recognizes game, real will always recognize real. Realness is being genuine, understanding your inner self and never abandoning your core values. Realness is being loyal to the soil, respectful of tradition and fearless in the face of cynics. It’s never going Hollywood or acting brand new to your day ones. It’s using timeless ingredients to conjure something startlingly original. It is Roy Choi.

Over the last decade, the Dr. Dre of the food truck revolution improbably transformed himself from a journeyman hotel chef into an avatar of Los Angeles’ vibrant, diverse and demotic food culture. His abridged resume includes stints as a restaurateur, author, host, go-to culinary consultant for film directors (Jon Favreau’s Chef) and a two-time member of Time’s 100 Most Influential People. The Beastie Boys tapped him to a write a mini-chapter in their autobiography. But the day after our interview—amidst the stress of hosting a television show (Broken Bread on KCET) and opening up a 9,000-square-foot restaurant at Park MGM in Las Vegas—Choi emails me to change his Top 5 all-time rappers list. He’d made a grave omission by forgetting Scarface, the Houston rap legend so real that his breakthrough album’s cover showed him wheeling his partner Bushwick Bill out of the hospital after his eye had been shot out.

It’s easy to take Choi for granted. The 48-year-old has reached a level of ubiquity to where his celebrity occasionally shrouds his lasting imprint. But in an era where chefs became “rock stars,” complete with clownish gimmicks and sordid allegations, the Seoul-born embodiment of L.A. hip-hop and car culture ultimately made his reputation by staying cool and selling $10 rice bowls and tacos out of a truck.

But sometimes a taco is not a taco. The Kogi taco was an idea, Southern California’s sabor sublimated into a feast that could fit in the palm of your hand. The components were plucked out of the familiar ether like a scene from Iron Chef Fantasia. Fresh steaming-hot corn tortillas, a blizzard of sweet chopped onions, Napa cabbage, and cilantro, a tangy acceleration of lime juice and salsa roja, and of course, the BBQ short-rib beef, practically caramelized but still savory, chopped into divine oblivion and tossed on the plancha like a sacred rite.

When Choi first began serving from a truck called “Roja” on a rainy Thanksgiving weekend in 2008, it felt less like an invention than a discovery; If you grew up in L.A., the first time you had a Kogi taco, it hacked into an atavistic code scrawled in the recesses of your cerebral cortex. The favorite taco truck you’d grown up going to in pre-Internet days that one day suddenly disappeared into the freeway archipelago never to return, colliding with the K-BBQ strip mall spot with the god-level bulgogi, that you could only go to with your Korean homie because the menu was entirely in Hangul. The Kogi taco was Magic hitting James Worthy on the fast break. Herb Hudson in 1975 renting out a storefront on Sunset and Gower to tell the world about the holy alchemy of fried chicken and waffles. Snoop teaming up with 2Pac, two of Amerika’s most wanted in the same motherfucking place at the same motherfucking time. No champagne glasses necessary at Kogi, but a Mexican Coke couldn’t hurt.

Choi’s almost mythic backstory screams for cinematic adaptation. Chronicled in his excellent memoir/cookbook L.A. Son: My Life, My City, My Food, Choi immigrated to L.A. from South Korea with his parents as a toddler. His madeleine’s were Tommy Burgers, Chinatown almond cookies and Bob’s Big Boy’s chili spaghetti, accompanied by his mom’s dazzling heaps of home-cooked Korean food. His family weathered struggles with alcoholism, financial pressure and countless relocations all across L.A. They eventually settled in Orange County, where they briefly ran a restaurant that served the best kimchi in Garden Grove. After multiple business failures, his parents finally hit it big in the discount jewelry business and bought Nolan Ryan’s house after he left Anaheim to sign with the Houston Astros.

His coming-of-age was tumultuous. An outsider behind the Orange Curtain, Choi cliqued up with a tough crew of mostly black and Hispanic friends who called themselves the Grove Street Mob. His book devotes an interstitial chapter to a friend who never made it out, dead from a car accident of murky circumstance (written with the pour-out-a-little-liquor pathos expected from a real one.) At one point, Choi joined a Norwalk and Whittier-based Latin car crew called the Street City Minis. Zapp was bumped—more bounce to the ounce was accomplished. There were bouts with drugs, a ferocious gambling addiction and innumerable wild and violent nights in Koreatown. Somehow, Choi survived and wound up at the Culinary Institute of America in Hyde Park, New York. And then a decade wandering the gustatory Sinai: he worked in country clubs and for Embassy Suites, at the Beverly Hilton and a Century City pan-Asian mall restaurant from the founder of The Cheesecake Factory. The last business fired him, leaving him down and out and ostensibly marked for career death at age 38. Instead, Choi built an empire by doubling down on himself and the very thing that made him singular but symbolic of the city writ large.

2018 was a year of transition and grief. On the professional level, he parted ways with Koreatown’s Line Hotel after overseeing its food and beverage program since its opening in 2014. Last August, he closed both the Oakland and Watts locations of LocoL, his and chef Daniel Patterson’s fast food concept that sought to bring cheap and healthy options to historically underserved communities. Last year also found Choi grappling with the deaths of his friends, Anthony Bourdain and legendary L.A. Times food critic Jonathan Gold—one of Choi’s most steadfast champions.

To understand Choi is to understand someone possessed with a streak of indomitability. He is fiery and passionate, willing to humbly listen to criticism, but quick to lash out if he feels it unfounded. So here we are on a winter afternoon in Chinatown in the shadow of Chego, his rice bowl Nirvana located in the Far East Plaza. It’s one of Choi’s three current restaurants in the L.A. area (including the Hawaiian-themed A-Frame and a Kogi brick and mortar).

His latest venture is Best Friend, a Korean BBQ restaurant in Vegas with a menu advertised as Choi’s greatest hits—including a chili spaghetti homage to Bob’s and slippery shrimp inspired by Yang Chow. There’s an entire section of the menu titled “L.A. Shit,” featuring Kogi Tacos, carrots and elotes from his Line Hotel rooftop restaurant Commissary. Best Friend’s name is fitting because that’s the vibe Choi exudes. You know Roy Choi even if you don’t. He’s the O.G. pulling up to you at the stoplight blaring “Computer Love” from the booming system, the two of you silently nodding at each other as a sign of respect. The badass older brother of your friend that always snuck you cigarettes, who your parents said to avoid because he’d never amount to nothing. But they were wrong.

Best Friend opened around New Year’s Eve with a weekend of shows from The Beat Junkies (a very real one booking). Consider Choi the only person on earth who could bring Katy Perry and Y.G. out to a restaurant launch party. If Vegas feels permanently corny and garish, Choi aspires to bring the L.A. that exists to locals to the land of Liberace. A tall order, but one that almost feels fated, the ambassador of staying true transplanted to the city that revels in artifice. I wouldn’t bet against him. By Jeff Weiss, Photo by Emari Traffie.

[violettwrites]

big migraine vibes today 😖 tried the maccas coke & fries hack but it did NOT work tiktok lied to me

time for me to go lay in a dark room until it’s over

[peteysgf]

𝗼𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗮 | 𝗽.𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

↳ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :  y/n is on a phone call and doesn't even realize that peters class is with him, and she does what she normally does with peter. (Couldn't come up with a better summary lmao)

↳ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : peter x Avenger/fem/gf reader

↳ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : y/n and peter are 17, profanity (watch your profanity)

↳ 𝐚/𝐧 : This came to me while I was drinking iced tea and reading field trip fanfics (They are seriously addicting).  So yea, hope you like it! I’m not quite fond of this one but whatever, hope you like it, feel free to critique and tell me what I can do better !

↳ 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : the "---" will be signaling the switching of Y/n and Peter's perspectives. (Does that make sense? It sounds like it doesn't.) 

↳ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1k 

--Ok quick backstory, you were an avenger. You inherited your powers after you touched the power stone. So essentially, you basically are the power stone, but your not a stone because you are a human. You were one of the youngest avengers and were very popular among the teens. 1 because you were very powerful- like stronger than Wanda powerful- and 2 because you were really pretty. And when I mean pretty, I mean pretty. So naturally, Peter was very attracted to you. It was not even the fact that you were gorgeous but, it was the fact that your personality was incredible as well. All the avengers loved you, you were like their hot little sister. Although, Peter liked you more than the avengers did (winkity wonk). He asked you on a few dates and now you're boyfriend and girlfriend. Although no one knew.  Ned, MJ, and The Avengers being the only exception. They only found out because they caught you two kissing. They relentlessly and shamelessly teased the heck out of you two. Backstory over. Now on with your regularly scheduled programming :)-- 

It all started on Monday, when Peter told you that his class was having a field trip to the tower on friday. You were typing up a monthly report that you had to send to fury, so you weren't really paying attention.  

You just responded with, "really? that's cool or whatever." 

Peter gasped, "cool? that's COOL?!? It's not cool! everyone is going to embarrass the shit out of me!" 

You were multitasking so you only caught a bit of what he said. 

"No they're not, they have a quick 3 day mission to destroy that one hydra base that they found in the mountains or something like that."  

Peter let out a sigh of relief, "really?" 

"Mhm" you responded absentmindedly.

"Please don't embarrass me Y/n. I love you, and I know that it's kinda your job to embarrass me, but please." 

"Yea, sure, whatever you say Pete." Is all you responded with while typing away at your computer. But you being you, you forgot.

~Time skip to Friday~

Peter was on the bus and he wanted nothing more  than to disappear. The only thing that stopped him from jumping out a window was Flash.

Flash was saying things like, "I'm going to expose your fake internship Parker!" "Can't wait to meet your best friends the Avengers!" "We're finally going to meet your boss Tony Stark!"

If only Flash knew, that the Tony Stark was his father. Oh well, at least Flash would stop teasing him about the internship. Peter was hoping that he would be able to get through this field trip without having to reveal any secrets. Although, his parker luck had other plans... 

---

You were on a phone call with Shuri, when F.R.I.D.A.Y told you that peter had entered the building. You were curious as to why he was here at 12:02 on a Friday afternoon. Nonetheless you continued your phone call with Shuri and decided you would go check on him in half an hour.

---

Peter was relieved you helped him hack into F.R.I.D.A.Y's system and change his clearance level to one of a regular interns, and for it to say "Peter Parker" instead of "Peter Stark." He didn't want to explain to his class why he had access to the whole tower and was a Stark. Not yet at least. It had actually been a really good day so far. He texted his dad to find out that they were still on the mission, Flash stopped teasing him a bit after the majority of the interns and scientists recognized him, and he was relieved when F.R.I.D.A.Y had told him that you were on a phone call. Just when he thought that the rest of the day would go smoothly, he heard gasps from his classmates. He turned around only to find your beautiful self walk into the cafeteria they were at.

--- 

You were still on the phone call with Shuri when you saw that Peter had walked into the cafeteria. You looked to your left and saw his lunch sitting there on the table. You sighed before you smiled to yourself and got up to go get him food in the cafeteria. Mr. Stark had given you unlimited access to all the food there because you always ended up getting food for Peter. Unfortunately, Peter didn't believe in eating 3 meals a day. He just ate whenever he was about to pass out of hunger or when you brought him food.

You decided to get him McDonald's. 1 because it was the first thing you saw, and 2 because Brenda, the girl who worked there, already memorized your order.

"Hey Y/n, the usual?" She asked in a cheery voice.

"You know it!" You said with a smile.

"Huh? No not you Shuri, I'm getting Peter food."

Brenda just smiled and started your order. It consisted of 5 cheeseburgers, 3 large fries, a large coke, two 20 piece chicken nugget boxes, and 3 Big Macs. Damn peter, you eat too much, You thought to yourself. Yet you still manage to look so fucking hot all the time. (You can't tell me you weren't thinking that too.)

Shuri was coming to the compound on Sunday and you had planned to work on upgrading the Avengers weapons. You, Peter, and Shuri were going to do that and hopefully brainstorm ideas for new weapons. You and Shuri were currently thinking of what you were going to need material wise, when Brenda handed you the bags of food. 

"Thanks Brenda!" You said before walking towards Peters direction.

You were so focused on the materials you were going to need, that you didn't notice the room of teenagers that were looking at you with their mouths wide open. How? I don't know. But you didn't.

---

When you walked in, even Peter gasped. He had been dating you for 2 years, but he was still shocked by your beauty. He couldn't believe that you had actually taken interest in him, especially now. You were wearing a dark blue skirt with a black turtle neck and some black Vans slip-ons. He liked how you could turn a casual outfit into something really stunning. He looked around the room at all the shocked faces. Ned looked starstruck and even MJ had looked up from her book, which was a rare sight. He chuckled, before looking back at you. When he saw the food in your hands he smiled. He hadn't even realized he was that hungry.

He watched as you walked over, sat down next to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and gave him his food. You were still on the phone call with Shuri and he was listening in.

He heard Shuri on the other line, "Okay so give me the list of the material you don't have access to."

You tapped your Stark watch and read the materials from the hologram blueprints that you brought up. 

You turned to Peter to make sure you didn't forget anything, "Tell her to bring 11 gallons of molten vibranium." (Is that even possible? I searched it up, but all I got was how to measure a gallon 🤷🏽‍♀️)

"Oh of course! You heard that, right Shuri?" You asked.

"Yup, I think that's everything. Can't wait to see you on Sunday, bye!" and with that Shuri hung up.

"Damn, didn't even let me say goodbye" you said while turning to Peter.

"Hey hun" he said before kissing the top of your head.

The perks of him being 3 inches taller then you.

You stole a fry from him before saying, "Hi, so why are you here early babe? It's only 11:30 you should be at school."

"Oh my gosh I totally forgot about that." He then looked around while you looked confused. 

"Forgot about wha-" you stopped mid sentence as you finally saw what he was looking at. A class of 17 year olds was looking at the two of you with their mouths wide open.

Peter gulped, "looks like we'll have to tell them."

The initial shock of all the teenagers staring at you hadn't worn off yet so you just said, "oh sugar honey iced tea..."

[lucifer-nanezgani]

Mankai at McDonald’s (crack headcanon)

That’s right, I’m back again with even more crack headcanons- this time brought to you by an afternoon I spent sitting in a McDonald’s (or Maccas as we call it down under) listening to the soundtrack again. What can I say, music makes me daydream. So, here we go!

Spring Troupe

Sakuya: Isn’t a regular customer, but tends to pick up a cheeseburger meal after a big test at school. Gets enough fries to share with everyone but they’re all cold by the time he gets home.

Masumi: Gets a family meal to share with the director and runs home to make sure it’s still hot. Ends up crying into his nuggets when the director turns him down. Gives it to Sakuya or Itaru when it gets cold.

Tsuzuru: Works at the Maccas. Resting “I hate working customer service” face. Uses the employee discounts to buy it for everyone else (because they won’t stop asking). Orders their coffee for delivery when working on a script.

Itaru: Rolls into the driveway at 3 am and orders 20-piece nuggets, everything off the breakfast menu and an extra strong coffee. Employees think he’s a cryptid. Eats it all while gaming

Citron: Always has coupons for some reason. Gets “The Biggest of Macs, please!” Steals their sauce packets for the dorm. Nobody understands him and they’re too scared to call the cops.

Chikage: Goes when there’s a limited edition spicy range to review for his blog. Asks for extra spice and is alway disappointed. Ends up bringing his own hot sauce out of habit.

Summer Troupe

Tenma: Heard about it from the other at the dorm for the first time. Now regularly goes to get fries in between shoots, school and rehearsal. Refuses to share.

Yuki: Grabs a frozen coke or frappe if someone asks him to go with them, but wouldn’t be seen dead there on his own. Has a long-standing grievance with happy meal toy choices from childhood.

Muku: N U G G I E S. Always forgets to ask for tomato sauce and is then too nervous to go get more, so he just sits in the corner and eats them sadly.

Misumi: Asks the staff to make him McNuggets shaped like triangles. Bursts into the kitchen and yells at the employees when they give him regular ones. Everyone fears the triangle nuggies man.

Kazunari: Buys it for the troupe whenever they finish a play or hang out together. His go-to order is a quarter pounder, extra cheese and shaker fries. On good terms with every cashier there- they love his energy.

Kumon: Hasn’t eaten Maccas since he was 7. Refuses to eat anything but the apple slices that come with happy meals because “it’s so unhealthy!!” Gives Muku his nuggies and sauce.

Autumn Troupe

Banri: Once ate 3 Big Mac meals in one sitting just to feel something. Now only goes to McDonald’s to charge his phone and use their wifi. Begrudgingly accompanies Juza there when he wants dessert and gets a coke.

Juza: Orders an Oreo McFlurry, sundae, apple pie and the entire McCafe dessert cabinet in one go. Is extremely embarrassed while doing all this. Gets chewed out by Banri, Omi and Sakyo when he gets home

Taichi: Always knows when there’s a deal or promotion on. Stole like... 50 Szechuan sauce packets to use at home. Orders a Happy Meal in his high school uniform with no shame to collect the toys.

Omi: Are you kidding? This man has never even been to Maccas. Why would he? He can make nuggets at home- ends up confused as to why everyone still goes when HE CAN MAKE NUGGETS AT HOME

Sakyo: The drive-through black coffee dad in the flesh. He’s a cheapskate but even his standards aren’t that low. Does try stealing everyone else’s fries if they bring them home, though.

Azami: His dads never got him Maccas as a kid and now he is filled with the rage of a thousand suns. Bought a happy meal with Taichi once just for the experience. Is in the “only eats the apple slices” club with Kumon- he found out the hard way that everything else is bad for the skin.

Winter Troupe

Tsumugi: Used to work at the Maccas Tsuzuru works at now. Never passes up a McFlurry if someone’s ordering. Mostly just funds everyone else’s food though

Tasuku: Tsumugi took him once in uni when they were super broke and needed an assignment done. Partial to a Chicken Caesar wrap, but that’s it. Sits in the corner and grumbles about it when the rest of the troupe goes

Hisoka: Orders exclusively off the dessert menu. Tsumugi told him about a limited marshamallow McFlurry once and he hacked into and emptied Homare’s bank account ordering it every day. Has been spotted passed out in the play place at midday before

Homare: Occasionally used to pen his poems over a coffee there when he was younger. Buys Hisoka the limited desserts, but had to change his bank details after the marshmallow McFlurry incident. Now harbours a grudge with the company.

Azuma: Only ever went there when he was working as a cuddler if his client wanted it. Developed a fondness for the Sakura season range and goes once a year for the limited menu items. Also funds Hisoka’s dessert escapades

Guy: First tried Maccas with Citron after moving back to Japan. Oddly fond of the salads. Mostly just gets coupons for Citron. Tried a Filet o Fish once and was personally offended on multiple levels

[baphijmm]

I have endured the McDonald’s Land Air & Sea so you don’t have to.

First, a disclaimer: I know. Okay? I know. I don't know if you can truly call these "hacks" anymore, given McD's is literally selling them as the thing, but what the heck. These things have been around for a good long time. Whether you called them hacks, or secret menu items (of which there ARE actual secret menu items, but I've definitely heard these clumped in with those), or whatever, combining McDonald's food items is nothing new. You may have already done it without realizing; I know that's the case for me, in regularly just sliding my hash brown into my Sausage Egg McMuffin. But, McDonald's has officially made them mainstream now, so I guess we're doing this. Here's the sitch: Woke up, had to drive down to Las Cruces for class, then drive immediately back up to Socorro for another, wholly-unrelated class. (That's about a 300-mile round-trip.) Because I value my sleep, I hurriedly toasted a bagel and smeared some strawberry-flavored cream cheese onto it, and downed it in the car with a can of Mountain Dew to wake myself up a little bit. From 9:30am to 5pm, that was the only food I'd be able to consume. I knew the night before that I'd be hungry as hell, and so I decided at that time to seal my fate: I'd been curious about the "Land Air & Sea" "hack" McDonald's had been marketing, so since that's literally three sandwiches stacked on top of each other, I figured it'd be a good way to break my school-induced fast. This is my breakdown. Pre-sandwich: I pulled into the drive-thru, not entirely knowing what to expect. There are big flashy signs out front advertising this and the "Crunchy Double", another "hack" for another time. Because this is Socorro, New Mexico, these signs and the ones behind which have the more traditional menu on them appear to have been shot. Pretty sure the only place I've seen more shot signs than New Mexico is Tennessee. There's a line, of course. It's about 5:30. Everyone's going for dinner. McDonald's handily does the most business of any of the fast food places at least, and that's saying something because this city was once—and indeed might still be—the highest concentration of fast food establishments per capita of the United States. It's bad enough that it throws off economists' models. We once had CVS plan to put in a store here, and they got as far as clearing the purchased land before they actually, you know, visited. Upon realizing their MASSIVE mistake, they immediately re-sold the newly-cleared land. But I'm starving, and I have a new pet fish I'm probably gonna call Mr. Bones because he wanted to get off that wild ride, so I power through the line. At the speaker, I ask for the "Land Air & Sea," trying to sound like a man who's ordered this before and knows exactly what he's doing. The cashier enters it without hesitation. I then ask for a medium Coke. "Would you just like the meal?" I hadn't planned for this contingency. Would I be able to eat a thing of fries? Would it be cheaper? I shrug and say "Sure, I didn't realize there was a meal," thus ruining my clever vocal disguise from before. I eventually make my way up to the first window. A different cashier now asks if I did indeed order the "Land Air & Sea" meal. Smiling as a man who has no earthly concept of the consequences of his actions, I nod and pay the bill. At the second window, another employee of Big M smiles and hands me a large paper bag, as if to laugh at my hubris. I drive home, get the fish comfortably inside, then bring in The Meal. Construction: The three individual elements of this combined sandwich are a Big Mac, a Filet o'Fish, and a McChicken sandwich. This constitutes four slabs of meat (including the fish for you pescaterians), seven individual pieces of bread, and all the fixin's. By the time you complete construction, expect your workspace to be a mess. The sandwich will shed enough shredded iceburg lettuce to produce an entire head of iceburg lettuce, and yet you know deep in your heart this is only to provide the slightest semblance of some sort of healthy eating. Thousand Island, tartar sauce, and mayonnaise cascade off in all directions like a fondue fountain of fat and oil. They will give you a metric shitload of napkins, and you will need every one of them simply assembling this monstrous affront to God. Post-construction: You stare at the Leaning Tower of Pisa of meats and sauces before you, and begin questioning your life choices. You will need to unhinge your jaw for the first bite, but it gets easier as the shaking pressure of your grip manages to mash the various constituents into each other. The first bite is... good. Not good enough to justify the work that went into putting it together. You question the sanity of those who'd "hacked" this sandwich into existence, prior to McArtery-hardener's finding out about it. You take a second bite and break out in a sweat. You were questioning your life choices before; now, there is no question. You have made a Mistake. A McStake, if you will. More lettuce showers from between the buns like ticker-tape in a 1940's parade. Hope you've got some of your own napkins at home. By the third bite, you're starting to breathe heavier. At this point, the top sesame-seed bun—the former crown of the Big Mac—is near-indistinguishable from the other pieces of bread in terms of vertical height. It's all been mashed down in an effort to continue fitting it in your mouth. The most flavorful thing is the McChicken patty, which has an ample scattering of black pepper in its breading. The only thing the Filet o'Fish adds to the piece is a light crisp. The Big Mac is only there for substance, to add mass to this gastronomical black hole. In my famished state, I was only able to consume about half the total sandwich before my body made me stop. I have the pork sweats, and I'm fairly certain there isn't any pork in this. I need a nap, and probably a temperature reading. I have not seen Jesus; no self-repsecting god would dare witness such blasphemy. tl;dr it's good, but not worth the effort to put it together or eat it

[mrs-daddyissues]

considerably

~ C H A P T E R  8 ~

~ Masterlist ~

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

{Normal} Playlist

{Slowed+Reverb} Playlist

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references

Word Count: 1831

Author’s Note:

If you didn’t see it in my last post, I just wanted to say that I am returning to work soon so my posting schedule will not be as consistent. Apologies but for now, enjoy!

Sarabi’s eyes fluttered open as soft morning light filtered through her curtains. She felt warm and tingly all over but couldn’t remember having a sex dream that night. She felt around her nightgown and found no evidence. Suddenly, like a large wave, all the previous night’s events replayed in her mind.

She remembered the way every person stared at her as she graced those stairs. She remembered dancing with that old guy and then with the young, skinny Edward Nygma that she introduced to Claudia. 

But the thing that was making her feel so pleased was the moments she shared with Alfred. She recounted their sensual dance as if they’d done it millions of times before and the way he talked to her in his jealous almost possessive tone. The dance and the small encounter that happened afterwards replayed in her mind and made her sigh contently.

At that moment, her phone pinged. She turned over with a gruff and grabbed the phone. On her screen was a text from Claudia.

So...did you get some? ;)

Sarabi’s smile faded when she realised what this all meant. She would have to face Alfred today and what was she supposed to do? Act like nothing happened or address the ache in her core that had started building. She felt a pinch of annoyance as she thought about how she could’ve ended the night with Alfred in her bed. 

Sarabi rolled back over and slapped her forehead. ‘What the fuck am I suppose to do?’ Sarabi stressed over and over again before deciding to text Claudia back.

No, did you?

Sarabi tried to distract herself by making conversation with Claudia but it didn’t help. Her body yearned for Alfred in a way it hadn’t before. Sarabi knew this stronger craving was because of how close she got to what she wanted last night. She didn’t know how long she could stand it.

Aw, that’s too bad. You’ll get him eventually. And yes I did get some and it wasn’t half bad. 

Sarabi was glad Claudia had some fun but now she wanted to have her own fun. She didn’t know what to do but she knew Claudia would.

What the fuck should I do? Do I act as if nothing happened?

Sarabi texted, hoping that Claudia had all the answers she needed.

Talk to him. When you get a spare chance. I might come over later and we can discuss it further, alright Sarbi? Gtg but I love you and go get some ;)

Claudia’s answer made Sarabi’s nerves fly through the roof but she made the decision. She’d discuss it with Claudia, hopefully, and get all the advice she needed. She would then, when she got a private, spare chance, talk to Alfred and see what happens. It could ruin everything they had but if it went the way she wanted, it could have some of the most delicious payoff.

Please, come over. I need your guidance, wise one! Love ya.

She texted back almost instantly. Sarabi knew it was the only way to know for sure. If she didn’t talk with him she would never know.

Sarabi managed to avoid Alfred for the day as he was in the ballroom helping clean up. Sarabi busied herself with work in the cave that ranged from weapons manufacturing to hacking into security cameras and surveying crime. In retrospect, she’s very glad that Bruce had that gala because now Alfred would be away for the whole day.

Halfway through the day, Sarabi realised what she was doing was useless so she retired to her room. Having no clue what else to do, she read, watched some TV and even had a random shower. She was bored and kind of wishing she had some sort of work to do.

“Miss Nichols?” The sonorous British voice registered in her ears while she put away a pair of socks. She turned around quickly and felt all rationality leave her mind. Everything she had prepared before was completely washed from her mind like a sandcastle during high tide. She marvelled at how Alfred, without any effort, could make her mind unravel like that.

“Miss Nichols?” Alfred’s head inclined when Sarabi didn’t respond. She then quickly snapped out of her trance and shook her head, her curls bouncing on her shoulders.

“Yes, Alfred?” Sarabi let go of a shaky breath as her heart thumped against her chest.

“Miss Flynn is here to see you,” Alfred responded with the most professional voice Sarabi had ever heard him use. It was like he was trying to be overly professional.

“She didn’t tell me she would be here,” Sarabi wasn’t surprised though, Claudia was the ultimate best friend. She was there for her whenever she needed it.

Sarabi walked up to where Alfred was standing and watched how his eyes flickered down to her lips and back up to her eyes. Sarabi gave a similar stare to Alfred hoping he would just confess to her first. The tension between the two was thick.

After the dance the two shared the feelings between the two seemed much hotter and heavier. The tension was extreme and almost unbearably. She would love to get it other with and jump Alfred’s bones but he had other plans. 

“Miss Flynn is waiting,” Alfred reminded Sarabi as her body moved closer to his. Sarabi didn’t even notice she was doing it.

“Right, thanks,” Sarabi quickly scurried away to find Claudia watching from the bottom of the staircase.

“Did I interrupt?” Claudia asked with a worried but playful tone. She hoped she hadn’t interrupted an important moment but also hoped that things were moving forward.

“You interrupted nothing, let’s go,” Sarabi grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her along.

“Where are we going?” Claudia questioned, thinking they would just talk at Wayne Manor.

“Anywhere but here,” Sarabi responded, she looked back to find Alfred watching her from the staircase. Those eyes were burning into her but as soon as Sarabi caught them, he turned around and walked away. The voyeuristic stares shared between the two were growing in number. Sarabi had no idea what to do about it. Sarabi just hoped Claudia had all the answers.

The two girls ended up having lunch at some swanky 50s style diner in downtown Gotham. They were seated at a red leather booth in the very corner. Claudia had in front of her a cheeseburger, fries and a large coke. Sarabi consumed and thoroughly enjoyed a hot dog, fries and a cherry cola milkshake.

While they ate, they discussed everything that needed mentioning. 

“So, how was Edward Nygma?” Sarabi wanted to know all the details and knew Claudia would share them without a care in the world.

“He’s got some weird quirks, that’s for sure, like he kept giving me riddles the entire night but I like riddles so it was kinda cute. We went back to my place and did it in my bed, on my couch and on my kitchen counter,” Claudia listed off the places she had sex with Edward Nygma and Sarabi scoffed.

“Jesus Claudia! I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up with an STD at some point,” Sarabi took a sip from her milkshake while Claudia rolled her eyes.

“They’re called STIs and I get tested regularly, I also always use protection,” Claudia stated matter-of-factually while shoving a bunch of french fries in her mouth.

“Is that what you did with Edward?” Sarabi teased and Claudia threw a fry in retaliation.

“No, but yes,” Claudia answered and the two girls giggled like school children.

“So, was he good?” Sarabi inquired, throwing a fry back at Claudia.

“Well I fucked him 3 times on 3 different surfaces, so,” Claudia chuckled while the waitress walking past stared on in disgust.

“I’m guessing he was pretty good,” Sarabi watched as the same waitress’ mouth hung open in utter disbelief. Sarabi had no idea what was wrong, they were talking quietly so the family a couple of booths over couldn’t hear and it was a free country after all. Sarabi just rolled her eyes at the waitress and she went on with her duties.

“Who are you rolling your eyeballs at?” Claudia looked behind her in the most unsubtle fashion and Sarabi slapped her arm.

“The waitress, now turn around before you get us kicked out,” Sarabi pulled Claudia by her shirt back into her seat and she pouted her lips in mock sadness.

“Okay, mother!” Claudia chastised with an overly dramatic eye roll and huff.

“Can we talk about Alfred now?” Sarabi looked around cautiously and she had no idea why. It’s not like Alfred would be around or had supersonic hearing.

“Right, right, right, let’s get down to business,” Claudia clasped her hands together and leaned against the table as if it was an interview.

“You reckon I should just talk to him?” Sarabi scratched the back of her neck nervously at the thought of confessing her feelings.

“Yes girl, definitely! Talking sorts everything out. You just sit him down and tell him how you feel,” Claudia explained as if she’d given the same talk a million times.

“But I don’t know how I feel,” Sarabi huffed in annoyance. She didn’t know if it was love, liking or something entirely different.

“Of course you do. Look deep into your heart and look. Do you find Alfred there?” Claudia spoke in a soothing voice as if she was a yoga instructor.

“As if Alfred is where?” Sarabi queried, confused beyond belief. Claudia could be overly poetic sometimes.

“Your heart, dipshit! Do you see him in your heart?” Claudia allowed ample time for Sarabi to take a look. 

Sarabi let her mind wander to the man being discussed. She felt the suave brilliance that followed him wherever he went. She saw his beautiful locks of hair and deep brown eyes. She heard his voice, low and rich with expression and British excellence. She could also smell his aroma, musky and deliciously masculine with the right hint of cologne. She experienced Alfred in every facet. She saw him, heard him, smelt him and felt him. He was everywhere. He was on her mind, behind her eyes, burning her core and in her heart.

“Yes, I do,” Sarabi opened her eyes and saw Claudia smile mischievously. 

“Then you love him! Simple as that, do you see yourself with him in the future?” Claudia took another fry and swallowed it greedily.

“I hope so,” Sarabi took a gluttonous gulp of her cherry cola milkshake, feeling the cool, sweet liquid burst in her mouth.

“So yes. It’s love, girl and believe me I do know what love is,” Claudia reassured when Sarabi’s head cocked to the side.

“So I love him?” Sarabi’s mind seemed to clear when the realisation hit.

“I do. I love Alfred,” Sarabi admitted to herself and for once, she felt relieved. 

For once she knew what she was, she was in love.

<<CHAPTER 7<<  ~ ~ ~  >>CHAPTER 9>>