#I'm making this sandwich right now

[fattributes]

Baked Turkey and Havarti Sliders

[melonthesprigatito]

Headcanon that The Butcher and Chuck the Evil Sandwich Making Guy are the go to catering guys for any Villains Society social event. Everybody loves a good barbecue and people would kill for Chuck's sandwiches. (Plus the sandwiches provide a vegan option for Ms Question)

Once Rhyme joins, she gets roped in to provide chilled drinks. She has way too much fun creating a menu and giving every drink a rhyming name. Highlights include Robbery Strawberry, Felony Melon-y and Crime Lime. (There are no orange drinks, for obvious reasons) For some strange reason, the villains can't keep a straight face when they read the menu out loud.

[smallboyonherbike]

(posting this in my awake before my alarm moment but this is for mon 2/27 like 5:30pm EST i just can't make a poll less than a day)

[cinnamon-phrog]

Had a Barbie Moment [realising how beautiful life is while sitting on a public bench]

[bonyato]

ohhhgjhghgjghh today's dinner was so good it had me flapping my hands at lightning speed after every bite

[cheeriosandwine]

Almost crying over being gifted a free drink by the owner of my favorite cafe

[nexus-nebulae]

the executive is really just not functioning today huh

[todaywasafairytaletv]

girl help I'm getting sick of my safe food

[knifegremliin]

alright, that's it. I'm murdering summer

[blizzardfluffykpop]

I've been thinking about crocheting a slice of bread (because of Younghoon)- for a few weeks now- the thing holding me back was finishing a mini sweater for my mom's plushie- I did not want to finish that thing at all- (It only needed 6 more stitches and two 12 chains on either side)... The want to have a bread plushie for yh was so strong that I finished those stitches- and two days later- (after watching love revolution) In 3 hrs- I made 'Bbangie'! The bread loaf of my crochet dreams~ (It was actually really easy- I just kept getting distracted by tbz) And if anyone wishes to know the pattern/see Bbangie lmk-

[flannelepicurean]

Me, a trans man on the boybecue sauce: Okay, well, I haven't been "send the Eagles to rescue me from the slopes of Mount Doom" hungry in weeks and weeks now, maybe The Hunger is all well and done with, and the rest of Second Puberty can continue apace. Oh look! A few extremely silly-looking bristles on the other side, to not at all balance out those seven rogues on the other side of my chin...

A grilled chicken sandwich appears.

Me, a trans man: Oh, excellent. Exactly the reasonable meal I needed to fuel my afternoon. I'll just have a perfectly normal bite and

Camera zooms in on pupils, where FX are HAPPENING.

Me, a trans man: [Shovels the entire rest of the sandwich into my slavering maw like a goddamn creature because the secret portal to the Creature Dimension just opened in my stomach.]

...I keep discovering things about myself. 😂😂😂

[maybeamiles]

Someday I will become a good cook. It's not gonna be anytime soon because I don't have the space to hold ingredients, but someday. It's gonna happen eventually.

[insomtiny]

having one of those stupid days where everything is stupid

[defiant-firefly]

It really does suck how hard it is to get a doctor's appointment in this country, but there's a certain humour to successfully getting one before your mum and the first thing she does when you walk in the room is call you a bitch in the same tone as when you just ate the last of the good chocolate.

[angeltism]

..guess who accidentally found an upsetting twt account and somehow their brain decided it'd be a good idea 2 scroll on that acc for like 8min straight

[tinyluvs]

imagine dating spencer and you come to visit or something and make him so distracted that he literally can’t info dump on something and the rest of the team is just shocked

yes yes, a hundred times yes 🤭 thank you so much!

catching a glimpse of yourself in the elevator mirror was the last thing you needed right now. you were covered in paint, your dungarees showing up every coloured streak and hand print against the light denim. you're sure there's paint in your hair but you don't have time to dwell on it, you're late

you'd got stressed, painting your boyfriends apartment on your own, lost track of time and then didn't have the time to change before running out of the apartment, just about managing to remember to grab yours and spencer's lunch on the way

"i'm so sorry i'm late," you sigh and frown as you rush through the bullpen to the collection of desks you're oh so familiar with, "please excuse the state of me,"

spencer turns at the sound of your voice, "hi sweetheart," he hums, looking up at you just as you dip to kiss him quickly before pushing the bag of food onto his lap

"hey," you smile softly at your boyfriend before turning to his colleagues, "hey guys, how are we all?" you ask, getting a mixed bunch of replies back

"how's painting?" derek laughs, looking at your appearance and the state of your clothes

you slide onto spencer's desk, pulling your legs up to sit cross legged, "standing six feet up a ladder trying to hold a tray of paint and a brush is hard, i've nearly fallen off twice," you huff,

spencer hands you the sandwich he knows is yours and then seemingly looks at you properly for the first time since you've been there, "hey," he says, almost breathlessly

"hello?" you question, head tilting slightly, "you've already said hi," you say, looking at emily and jj who just snicker and shrug their shoulders but spencer doesn't reply, "oh before i forget!"

your boyfriend watches you carefully as you produce a piece of paper from the tiny pocket on the front of your dungarees, flapping it around to unfold it, your other hand busy clutching your food

"the living room is next, i need to know how much paint to buy," you explain, handing the paper to him, "the cans are one litre or five litres, i can't figure it out"

truth be told you hadn't bothered to try and work it out, knowing spencer would be able to reel off the answer like it's nothing, naturally, he knew the exact measurements of every wall in his house

the boy stares up at you blankly, big brown eyes soft and sparkly. your cheeks heat up under his gaze, your eyebrows raising slightly, "spence?" you nudge him with your knee

he jumps ever so slightly, his head shaking a bit, "hmm?" he asks before only just registering you've handed him something, his eyes scan over it, "oh!" he blushes, turning his chair to face his desk

"what colour are you doing the living room?" jj asks while she stabs at her salad like it's offending her. you'd consulted the girls with all of the decorating developments.

"a light brown i think, we have so much to hang on the walls," you pause to swallow, "so something neutral," you finish with a slight nod

a door opening to your side grabs your attention, aaron coming out of his office with his lunch. he comes down into the bullpen, sitting on the edge of emily's desk, "the paint fighting back?" he asks you, slight smile creeping over his face

you roll your eyes at him, playfully, while the other laugh at your expense, "very funny but i don't see any of you offering to help"

penelope scoffs, "actually, i did" and she was right, however her idea of getting wine drunk and decorating had been quickly shut down by spencer, the only input he's actually offered up in the whole process

giggling, you turn back to your boyfriend who's been far too quiet, "boy wonder?" you say gently, pushing your fingers through his hair, "got an answer for me?"

usually he would have an answer within seconds, his minutes of silence making you frown, he turns to you with the same frown painted across his face, "i don't know," he says

people around you gasp, loudly too, "what do you mean, you don't know?" emily almost chokes on her lunch, sitting forward to gawp at the boy

"i do not know how much paint we need" he confirms

derek scrambles, pulling his phone out of his pocket, "say it again, i need record of this moment" he pleads while garcia smacks him

"well there's a first," david says, wandering over after hearing spencer say i don't know for possibly the first time, ever

your boy stares at the paper in his hand and then up at you, confused, "i have to go and work it out, excuse me" he says, rushed, as he stands and takes off towards circle table room

after a moment of shocked silence you turn to the team who are all staring directly at you, "i'll go check on him, i wonder what's wrong?" you say to no one in particular as you hop off of the desk

"i think i know," jj sing songs and the others hum in agreement as you hop up the stairs and along the walkway into the room.

when you get into the room spencer is stood in front of the biggest whiteboard you've possibly ever seen, marker in hand though the board is still empty of his handwriting

"spence? angel?" you say quietly, staring at his back as he starts to write the measurements of the walls in his living room, "everything alright?"

he hums, not turning to look at you as he continues to work through the problem, "yeah, fine, just can't think properly when you're around," he admits, "not when you look like that," he turns slightly to look at you

"oh, do you want me to leave?" you're sad, its obvious in your voice. nervously you start fiddling with the sleeves of your sweatshirt

your boyfriend gasps, "no, no, honey that's not what i meant!" he says, holding his arm out. you slide into the space, head resting on his shoulder, "you're so beautiful and i love you so much, so so much, my brain just switches off when you’re around"

"really?" you giggle, looking up at him. he hums and nods his head, a light blush rushes up his neck before taking over his cheeks, "i love you too,"

he's taller than you, forcing you onto your tip toes to kiss him, not caring when someone, emily, whoops from the bullpen. gentle hands squeeze at your waist, while you hold his face with one hand, the other resting on his shoulder

"three litres," spencer mumbles against your mouth, you pull away with a sight hum, forgetting what you'd asked of him, "you need three but it's cheaper to just buy five and have left over, now come back" he huffs, his arm wrapping tighter around you to pull you back in for another kiss

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