International No Diet Day: Food
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comment_ficHi everyone! I’m chibifukurou and this will be my last day of enabling your comment_fic addiction.
Today’s theme is Food. Turn your favorite character into a kid and have them indulge in a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or break out the jello shots, the possibilities are endless
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■ Don’t prompt more than 5 prompts in a row or 3 prompts per fandom. When someone has answered your prompt, you can prompt again.
■ No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original airing or publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
■ Thank your fic providers they thrive on feedback.
■ For the sake of the code monkeys’ sanity, remember to format your prompts correctly.
Formatting examples:
Leverage, Alec, Orange Soda
Supernatural, Dean, Mary, breakfast with Mommy
Xmen/Fantastic 4, Pyro/Johnny, eating hot peppers
None of today's prompts interest you? Make someone’s day and answer one of the myriad of
Lonely Prompts!
[theme tag=Food]
Today’s theme is Food. Turn your favorite character into a kid and have them indulge in a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or break out the jello shots, the possibilities are endless
But wait before you start prompting let’s have a quick review of
The Rules:
■ Don’t prompt more than 5 prompts in a row or 3 prompts per fandom. When someone has answered your prompt, you can prompt again.
■ No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original airing or publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
■ Thank your fic providers they thrive on feedback.
■ For the sake of the code monkeys’ sanity, remember to format your prompts correctly.
Formatting examples:
Leverage, Alec, Orange Soda
Supernatural, Dean, Mary, breakfast with Mommy
Xmen/Fantastic 4, Pyro/Johnny, eating hot peppers
None of today's prompts interest you? Make someone’s day and answer one of the myriad of
Lonely Prompts!
[theme tag=Food]
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Date: 2010-05-06 11:29 pm (UTC)Of Dr. Seuss and Mishaps
Date: 2010-11-10 04:41 pm (UTC)"Huh? What?" Percy paused his stirring. "What do you mean, 'Sam I am'? And I didn't offer you blue eggs or ham."
"Do you ever read -- wait. Don't answer that," Annabeth said before Percy could open his mouth. "Of course you don't. But, didn't your mom ever read to you when you were little?"
Percy shrugged. "Sure. She also made up really good stories. My favorites were the little boy with the pet shark who saved the world."
Annabeth blinked. "Right. So did she ever read you Dr. Seuss? You know, the Lorax? Cat in the Hat? The Grinch? Green Eggs and Ham? "
"I don't know." He added more food coloring into the potatoes. "Maybe? I still don't get what this has to do with anything."
"Argh, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth shook her head. "Just...Can I please have some not-blue mashed potatoes?"
"Nope." Percy grinned, picking up the steaming bowl.
"Percy, I appreciate that you cooked, even if the potatoes came from a box, and there is nothing wrong with liking blue food, but there's also nothing wrong with not liking blue food and I'd really prefer that my food stay its natural color, okay? It's just --"
"Heheh..." Percy looked up at her from his place on the floor. "Sorry about that?"
Annabeth just sighed and licked her lips. So it didn't taste any different than regular mashed potatoes, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to punish her boyfriend for making her wear the mashed potatoes when he tripped over his own shoe lace.
"This isn't half bad, you know." She wiped potatoes out of her hair. "But you're still dead. Run."
Percy ran.
Re: Of Dr. Seuss and Mishaps
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Date: 2010-05-07 12:13 am (UTC)No More Salad Prt. 1
Date: 2010-05-10 12:48 am (UTC)Sam orders a salad. The waitress brings him a steak. And not just a steak, but the sliced up, tender meat with an assortment of sauces and sides of rice and vegetables that you get in a decent hibachi place. Sam hasn't eaten Japanese food since Stanford, and he's kind of in shock when he sees the plate in front of him, because they're in some diner with three things on the menu.
"Dude, I thought you ordered salad." Dean comments around a mouthful of burger, and Sam grabs his fork and starts eating like he's afraid the food will disappear.
"I did, but this is-" Sam gulps down a bite and it's delicious, "-this is good."
"Is that Japanese? Where'd you get Japanese?" Dean asks suspiciously as he steals a piece of steak. Sam retaliates by taking a french fry.
"No idea, but, it's better than another badly made, rubbery chicken Caesar salad."
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Sam orders the side salad at a fast food place. When he opens the paper bag, there's Dean's burger, and under it is...pasta. It looks like pesto, with tortellini, and cheese sprinkled over the top, and a piece of garlic bread that smells fresh next to it. Dean watches in amazement as Sam eats like a starving man.
"This is McDonald's." He confirms.
"Yeah, and this is decent Italian food." Sam says. "Actual food, without preservatives or chemicals. I mean, do you even know what they put in-"
"Do not complain about my eating habits, bitch."
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Date: 2010-05-09 08:18 pm (UTC)"Pancakes taste good," agrees Victor.
"You can't always have them," says Sierra. "You have to eat other foods so you can be your best."
Echo looks down. "I like pancakes," she says. "I like eggs."
They look at her. There are no eggs on the table. There are pancakes.
Somebody is making pancakes. Or somebody has made them. Somebody who isn't here now. "Where do they come from?"
"Food comes from in there," Sierra tells her kindly, pointing. "They bring it out."
"Who makes it?" Echo is thinking of a woman who is tall and with very long hair tied back, standing in a corner with something in her hand that sizzles. The woman is making pancakes. She is smiling and saying strange words like "school" and "late" and "work" and "commute".
Echo looks around for her, but she is not here - she has never been here. But Echo has always been here. Only one thing can be true. Does the woman even exist?
"They bring it out," Sierra says again, trying to help Echo understand. "From over there."
She's pointing at a door. Someone behind the door is making the food. It's hard to think about that, but when she concentrates, Echo knows that people don't just disappear when you can't see them. They keep existing on the other side of the doors. They go somewhere else. There is a somewhere else to go to.
And that woman, the one who Echo thinks has been making pancakes, she must be somewhere else. In a place that isn't here, in a time that isn't now.
Thinking this way frustrating and uncomfortable, like a bandage she's not allowed to take off. Echo is almost relieved when Victor smiles at her and offers,
"I like pancakes."
"Yes," says Sierra. "And syrup. But you shouldn't eat them all the time."
"You have to be your best," Echo says, letting the confusing thoughts dissipate, moving her fork around, drawing patterns in the sticky syrup. "But I like pancakes."
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Date: 2012-11-12 11:45 pm (UTC)Oh, these were delightful things to chase! Emitting a cry meant to startle the animals. she swooped in over them, close enough to brush the head of the upright creature, knocking some odd skin from its head, but not causing it to bleed. Most peculiar. The rough skinned creatures blatted and zig zagged over the grassy ground.
Then she smelled it: the briny scent of the flesh of water breathers. She circled, pinpointing the scent and locating the brown packet, like an odd seed pod. She moved in, pecking at it, breaking the husk open. Besides the flavor of water breather, she tasted something else, something that moved smoothly over her tongue, but which excited her senses. She pushed aside more of the husk, finding the source of this taste. It belonged to a square thing, the color of the earth but with a smooth texture, a substance that felt hard but which, as she pecked off a piece and scooped it up, turned smooth and soft like wet earth only lacking the grit.
The scent reminded her of flowers, only darker, as if might be some dark flower nectar collected perhaps by yellow stingers. Perhaps this place had more of it? No matter, water breather flesh first, then to hunt for more dark flower nectar....
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Date: 2010-09-27 01:35 am (UTC)Britta was twelve when she had decided to become a vegetarian, a decision made over night after surfing through the television stations and finding a documentary on animal cruelty. She was proud of herself convince she'd save the world by helping one pig, one cow, one chicken and so forth survive at a time. It didn't take her long to realize that she was only one person and her lack of meat eating won't do a damn thing to help such a serious and heart breaking situation.
Her first protest was herself, best friend Kerri, and her younger of her older brothers Nolan who was only participating because Britta knew he was the one that was responsible for a good chunk of the $230.00 phone bill and threatened to tell their parents. Britta and Kerri had worked all night during their sleepover making poster after poster ending with a total of twenty three, the hope was for people to watch them demonstrate become inspired and wish to join, viola there would be a spare poster to carry.
The protest started at 8:45 the plan had been 8:00, (but Nolan refused to wake any earlier than 8:30), at the local neighborhood park, not the largest venue just a simple family park, but it was a Saturday and the weather had promised a perfect day in the low 80's; Britta was sure they'd be seen and heard. Britta had planned every moment, what to chant, when to take breaks and was even to be a small play of Kerri playing the part of a baby cow, Nolan the evil farmer and herself to stop the injustice and teach Nolan (and the crowd) of how his ways were wrong.
After being laughed at by no less than ten high schoolers, some who Nolan knew which lead him to threaten to kill his sister for ruining his social standings; which Britta found to be hilarious because she knew perfectly well he didn't have any; and a few twenty and thirty something mother's with bratty children who kept throwing/kicking balls in their direction demanding they stop. It had been one insisted on seeing a permit from the authorities to hold a protest Britta knew it was over, only an hour and half in. Still she (and Kerri) left with heads held high and proud they made their voices heard, it didn't matter if people listened or cared, the fact they heard and read the signs was enough. On their way back to her house they started coming up with ideas for the next protest to save the humpback whale and this time she'd get that permit!
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Date: 2010-05-07 02:20 am (UTC)...odd thought
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