#and milk

[longhaired-cat]

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[heflapper]

I really hope Preservation at least has lab grown meat, my MCAS having ass is too allergic to nickel (therefore beans, nuts, leafy greens, seeds) to survive a turbo vegan utopia with no kind of animal protein what so ever

[sol-el]

I think you guys will like this Bruce/Clark fic lol

[mounted-archer]

You know

I was a cook in a "professional" kitchen for 8.5 years and it fucking rekt me. Stole all my joy out of cooking and was probably a good portion of why I'm so broken.

After I left that place I tried to work through my back pain as a cook at the local Facebook data center. Good people and easy to work with but 8 hours on concrete doesn't do very well for a fucked up spine so I struggled hard. I'm still technically employed but I haven't had a shift request in months.

But in that time I've gotten to spend more time with family and my animals, been able to pack up and go somewhere for the day, and over the holidays I cooked. So. Much. Food.

And I enjoyed it.

I hate cooking for the masses, for people I'll never know or actually get to see, who just "go out to eat".

I love cooking for people who I can actually tell are appreciating the food. I love cooking meals for just myself and Manthing or for my entire immediate family (and their tagalongs). I love cooking for friends when we're able to get together. Cooking for people as like...an intimate gesture.

I don't think I can go back to food service but if you come through my door and you're hungry, I'll sure as FUCK make sure you're fed, even if I have to squeeze a chicken

[dontbefooledm]

Not to be controversial but I don’t drink coffee. At all. I’m powered entirely by milk tea and questionable life choices.

[auroramoon-draws16]

Yo, it’s late, I got a dentist appointment later today, so I’ll keep this real short, aight?

The Crossover Bar AU

I haven’t actually gone into depth into what everyone’s role is at the Bar, but I imagine it’s like the Casino Cups AU (a Cuphead AU where Cuphead and Mugman work at the Devil’s Casino) except it’s just a bar, no actual gambling (unless you count game nights with Poker and shit)

Desmond owns the bar and runs it, when Clay first showed up he helped Des welcome newcomers in before getting bored and after finding some games in a random closet upstairs, he hence forth became known as the Game Master. He runs Game Nights, but doesn’t always pick the game after the Uno fiasco.

Then the Ancestors, one by one they appeared, the usual suspects like Altair, Ezio, and Connor (+ Haytham and Edward), but then the others that Desmond don’t know also arrive. They sort of act as security, but are pretty chill for the most part, getting used to this weird “after life” shit.

Desmond and Clay introduced them to modern shit, and when other people from other dimensions, multiverses, and timelines started visiting, suddenly the bar was an actual running establishment. So the Assassins took up different jobs, mostly out of wanting to help/something to do.

You can guess which on your own.

None of them know who the Apprentice or the Reader are, but the Reader doesn’t visit all that much and the Apprentice enjoys the chaos, so they don’t mind them all that much.

[unfortunatelysleepy]

I just realized i had free will so i put apple juice in milk and drank it. (It was absolute shit)