#And Frozen Waffles

[goldensunset]

sugar withdrawal isn't affecting me at all (has been stealing chocolate chips from my roommate's giant bag in the freezer and shovelling them into my mouth)

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

being a student during peak pandemic was so fucking surreal like. "it's not an excuse to fall behind" I cannot stress enough to you how much A Worldwide Plague Upending Life As We Know It is literally one of The Top Three Reasons to fall behind

[randomfandomsgobrrrrrr]

Do you think if we pulled Gordon out and just put him in the microwave he'd be fine?

[skunkes]

craving 500 million kinds of sweets and snacks but instead i will eat 5 slices of white bread with butter on them

[colonoscopys]

sorry can’t get over someone saying ‘winnings?’ and buck thinking ‘i’m going to cook my husband and son a steak’

[cerealkiller740]

1954 Log Cabin Syrup and Downy Flake Frozen Waffles

[agathario]

eddie only cooks for his husband i see

[yuukimiyas]

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[bishopony]

anybody else with allergies can you tell me what it feels like to eat something you're allergic to? I ate some toaster waffles recently that made my mouth both numb and moderately tingly but not, like, pins and needles levels so I'm curious. When I first found out about my sugar alcohol allergy I ate a sugar free thing that made my mouth and lips actually feel like needles so this feels pretty mild compared to that

also just curious how allergic reactions manifest in other people lol

[raidensharkgun]

Frozen Waffles straight roll out right from the box

Wanted to draw Infortunii for awhile

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[ricopop]

im emotionally downcast 😭😭😭 @superbellsubways @cephalonheadquarters

[coquelicoq]

20. What's in your freezer right now?

oh no. you're really coming for me with this one. because i forget everything everywhere all the time, my freezer is a wasteland where food goes to die. i am not near my freezer at the moment and can't open it to give you an accounting, but off the top of my head:

definitely there is an empty box of frozen waffles in there that i keep forgetting to throw away. the reason i don't throw it away as soon as it's empty is because it takes up so much space in the garbage. the reason i don't throw it away when i take out the garbage is that i have of course forgotten that it's in there every time i go to take the garbage out. me, constantly: isn't there something else i meant to put in here? ah well. if it were really important it would start to smell.

frozen vegetables that have probably gone bad. just a week or two ago, upon discovering my fresh onions were moldy, i went to get out some frozen onions i had chopped previously in a rare burst of energy and foreplanning, only to find they also were all moldy. whoops.

frozen meat that has probably gone bad. some of it is. VERY old.

at least one bread product that used to be in my ex's freezer (probably for multiple years) that he held onto for a year after we broke up and then RETURNED TO ME when we were exchanging belongings in 2018, and instead of throwing it away immediately i just buried it in my freezer where it has languished for [does subtraction] SEVEN ADDITIONAL YEARS??? i don't even know why i didn't throw it away immediately; he gave me like two full grocery bags of frozen food and i got rid of almost all of it right away except this one thing. 2018 me international man of mystery

popsicles! these are real and i will eat them.

freezer packs

frozen butter that i do regularly rotate out for baking purposes

not that much specialty flour anymore because i got rid of most of it a few months ago, but when i was eating gluten-free i had at least 15 alternative starches and flours stored in my freezer.

a rubber duck that my friend gave me probably 15 years ago in a care package she made for me of items mentioned in the weird al song "whatever you like". she told me keeping the duck in the freezer was essential for it to be "cold duck on ice"

[jomiddlemarch]

You’re Not My Homeland Anymore

“This was the best idea you had?” Nina muttered in as low a tone as she could that Matthias would be able to hear. If she’d had her way and they’d both worked harder on the Suli grammar and listened-to-slash-pestered-to-tutor-them Inej, they could perhaps have had a conversation in a normal volume in a tongue no one in Arendelle would have understood, but the courtiers would still have been curious; Nina was fluent herself but Matthias did not have her same skill and she freely admitted she was a terrible teacher, at least for him. Nina thought sighingly of the signing language Botkin had introduced one very wet sleety winter, aware that Matthias would take her to task for referring to her thoughts as sighing and yet knowing it to be the most accurate description. She could have signed that to him, her hand half-hidden in the voluminous embroidered gown she’d been laced into for the presentation, but she hadn’t been a good enough student that very wet sleety winter and so her signing was limited to an obscene gesture or two, neither of which would be helpful in this instance.

“It was the only idea we had,” Matthias hissed back. He’d improved at hissing in their flight from Kerch across Fjerda, which was not a huge win but one of the few she could own. His ability to convey italics was a gift he’d been born with, much as she’d been a Heartrender since she’d been able to cry aloud for milk.

“Fine,” she said, timing her quelling retort to coincide with the extremely low curtsy that was due a reigning monarch and their consort. Queen Anna had a relatively friendly expression, her eyes inquisitive, her bejeweled crown worn with a certain whimsical panache, but her consort, Kristof, Lord Tyholmen, who looked as if he’d been carved from granite, could give Ivan a run for his money in the sternness department and he’d reportedly been raised by rock-trolls, which were a thing in the far, far north. What General Kirigan would make of such a race Nina could not begin to imagine, but she tucked away the piece of intelligence because whatever else was said of her, she was an extremely skilled spy.

“You may rise,” Queen Anna announced. Was she bored? Was that boredom in her tone or a curiosity badly disguised? 

“State your case for asylum,” her consort said. His hair was nearly as bright as Matthias’s, but he was broader across the chest, heavy with muscle, a notable contrast to the fine-boned queen. Nina and Matthias were more evenly matched, at least physically. It remained to be seen how similarly the queen and her consort approached problems, Nina and Matthias being the first one of the official court day. It was possible they had argued over breakfast already, as Nina and Matthias had because there were no waffles to take the edge off Nina’s anxiety over the odds of their survival.

“Kristof, you needn’t be so curt,” the queen said. “I prefer If you will, make your plea and be heard, oh tormented supplicant for merciful respite. It’s a little long-winded but it just feels right. There’s a certain elegance to the process that you convey when you use the old form, and I don’t know, it puts me in a more receptive frame of mind for those seeking asylum. As you are, Lady I’m afraid I don’t know your name. And your stalwart companion.”

“I’m not a lady, your Grace,” Nina said. “My name is Nina Zenik and I am a Grisha of Ravka, seeking asylum in your fair and just land. With me is my partner, Matthias Helvar, drüskelle of Fjerda—”

“I seek asylum, Queen Anna, for we are sore in need of safe passage and the protection of your gracious sceptre,” Matthias said, using the Fjerdan dialect they preferred in Arendelle. It got the desired effect; Queen Anna clapped her hands and Lord Tyholmen’s shoulders relaxed a noticeable degree.

“What is a drüskelle?” asked Lord Tyholmen.

“He is a witch-hunter,” Nina said quickly.

“But are you not what the Fjerdans call a witch?” Queen Anna said. “How come you to be allies? Or more, it’s hard to tell at this distance, though I would wager there is something more between you. He’s not been able to take his eyes off you and he had his hand at the small of her back when you came into the chamber.”

Nina smiled as beatifically as she could, wishing to beat Matthias to a pulp.

“We have learned we are each what the other needed,” Nina said. 

“She is not a witch,” Matthias said, speaking over her. Queen Anna glared at him a bit.

“You are seeking asylum, you may wish to consider your tone. I don’t call her a witch. You are Fjerdan and we here know a little of what happens in the Southlands. What can you do, Grisha Nina?”

“Grisha is not a title, your Grace, but my tribe, if you will. I am a Heartrender, I can work on the body—”

“To kill,” Lord Tyholmen said.

“To heal,” Matthias interrupted. “Miss Zenik saved my life when I nearly drowned and then nearly died of exposure.”

“The name is rather ominous, Heartrender,” Queen Anna said. “Among our people, we have those who may manipulate water and wind, call down ice and snow, bring the summer in winter—”

“We call those Grisha Tidemakers,” Nina said.

“We haven’t any other kind of magic here. Separate from the rock-trolls. Do you have rock-trolls?” Queen Anna said.

“Not in Ravka,” Nina replied.

“Oh. Well then. Why are you fleeing Fjerda? Besides the general intolerance there,” Queen Anna said.

“There are Fjerdan people who want us dead. Tortured first, for their pleasure,” Matthias said.

“And you can’t rely on the authorities to intervene?” the queen asked.

“It is the authorities who want us dead,” Matthias said.

“Anna, I told you, this has the makings of a diplomatic nightmare,” Lord Tyholmen said quietly.

“We have already made our position clear to Fjerda,” the queen replied and she sounded, for the first time, like the anointed ruler of the country, responsible for the life of every Arendelle citizen, from the noblest to the least. 

“You must consider the ramifications—”

“Enough! I have considered. I shall answer for my decision with my life it it is required. We shall not do as Fjerda does, we shall not pursue and persecute those who have different gifts, who only seek to live,” she said.

“They are also thieves, Anna,” Lord Tyholmen said.

“We would steal our lives for ourselves. We had to eat, to be warm. We needed boots and gear to make our way here,” Nina said.

“And the documents, the weapons, the pouch of gems?” Lord Tyholmen challenged. He turned to face his wife. “We could build the new hospital and the observatory with what that one ruby would fetch—"

“We must defend ourselves. We have debts to pay, a mission to complete,” Matthias said. “Nina has pledged her faith to the leader of the Grisha, General Kirigan.”

“You may be lying,” Lord Tyholmen said. He gave them a stony glare. It was perhaps to be expected, being raised by rock-trolls, but it was still rather chilling.

“Or they may be telling the truth,” Queen Anna interjected, attending to her consort directly, nearly turning her back entirely on Nina and Matthias. “They feel like they’re telling the truth to me, so I’m inclined to let them stay. They can stay.”

“Thank you, your Grace,” Nina said.

“I want a dossier prepared on the Grisha, another on the Fjerdan authorities, and one on your Kirigan by end of week and I’d prefer you wrote in Arendellian, because getting them translated isn’t a delay I’m willing to accept,” Queen Anna said, suddenly serious, suddenly conveying the power that went along with being an anointed monarch. And perhaps something else, some call to the force that charged Nina’s Small Science. The queen’s eyes were a darker blue than Nina had noticed at first, the blue of the deep ice, the open sea that was bounded only by sky.

“You will be housed in a secure location,” Lord Tyholmen said. He lifted a hand to stop Matthias from speaking. “Not a prison cell. You will be well-treated. The Queen has decided to trust you. I have not. Make of that what you will, but do not attempt to divide us or exploit that difference. It will not go well for you.”

“I have only one question, your Grace,” Nina said. She needed to re-establish their humanity, hers and Matthias’s, their value as individuals; she needed to appeal to the queen’s warm humor. In this cold a place, that would be all that stood between them and annihilation.

“Yes,” Queen Anna said.

“Do you have waffles here? Breakfast pastries with a sort-of raised grid pattern, served with butter and syrup or jam?”

Queen Anna smiled. Even Lord Tyholmen did something with his face that was smile-like. Matthias rolled his eyes; Nina didn’t see that, but she felt it and tossed her head.

“Kösvafler,” the queen said.

“We serve them with caviar. Or cloudberries in season,” her consort said.

“That sounds intriguing,” Matthias said, finally, finally playing along.

“You shall try both and report your favorites when you produce the dossiers,” the queen said.

Nina nodded smartly. The queen had given her an order she was eager to fulfil.

Cloudberries were nothing special. A berry was a berry as far as Nina was concerned. But caviar…

[cartoon-food]

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

Being 25 means having to make important life decisions like is my employer's offered retirement plan worth it, should I go back to school full-time to pursue a higher degree, and do I have the time and space to invest in a waffle maker.

[paisleywraith]

“Oh god.” “Yeah, that’s some fucked up shit, you sure you want to be looking into this?”