#and butter

[blueopalsystem]

💜: please eat the potato mix like a normal person

💙: *attempts to unhinge our jaw like a snake*

#no she says as she shoves more potato mix into our face #tag 💜 #tag 💙 #potato mix is what we call a baked potato that we mashed up and dumped a bunch of stuff into #yes it's technically mashed potatoes #no we don't care #sour cream my beloved #and butter #we don't have any salsa so butter it is #tw snake mention #tw body horror mention #just to be safe #opal communication

[opiumvampire]

fuck w me

#my mommys cookie recipe except she makes them peanut butter cookies and i dont like peanut butter so we’re doing sugar cookies #sure hope nothing weird happens

[one-time-i-dreamt]

The bust of a middle aged man made out of butter was sitting on my bathroom counter. It turned and began to scream at me, but the scream was utterly silent. Everything was so silent. I was so frightened of the butter bust.

#dream #art #butter #sculpture #horror #nightmare #scream #fear #bust

[suiheisen]

gritty both capturing the zeitgeist as usual AND educating me on the availability of free flow butter at american cinemas

#i am intrigued……….. #is it to spritz more butter on your popcorn???? #does the popcorn come unbuttered? #or is it extra flavouring on top of that #is it at all cinemas? or just some?? #is it just pure melted liquid butter??? #anyway #i just watched oppenheimer but honestly all i can think of is that tiktok comment: ‘why einstein gotta be such a cutie patootie’ #yes i’m drained but also…. #albert ​einstein in his babygirl era #long post #gritty #barbie #barbenheimer #philadelphia flyers

[kermitspussy]

like where did it come from i was literally doing a silly little art and craft

#dropout tv #game changer #sam reich #erika ishii #me mid-apple butter stirring: i am inherently worthless and also remember that embarrassing thing i said in ninth grade history class yikes

[runway-jellyfish]

sourdough

#And butter

[noahverrier]

My oil painting of home made Uncrustables

#art #painting #noah verrier #still life #still life painting #oil painting #peanut butter and jelly #uncrustables

[reallyndacarter]

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to one irresistible hunk…

#It’s butter.

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

#this is true #writeblr #warm up #relatedly for some reason one of our Favorite Jokes #amongst the Siblings #is like - ''this is so good u will love it'' #while we are reacting to something we OBVIOUSLY find viscerally disgusting #like we will be actively retching and be like ''nooooo it's so good'' #to the point that i sometimes get nervous if someone outside my family is like oh u should try it its good #(obvi we never force each other to eat anything. we are all just curious birds and #like. we're GONNA try the new thing.) #edit to answer why we had so much vanilla: #my mom is a very good cook and we LOVE to bake. so she just had a lot of staples in the house. #it's one of those things that's like. have u ever continuously thought ''ah i should get butter im probably out'' #even tho u are not out of butter. so u end up with like 5 years of butter. #my mom would do that in a costco but like with vanilla extract #to be fair we WERE always using WAY TOO MUCH bc we were kids #so like she was right to stock up #ps. yes we were VERY sick after this lol i just didn't want to include it in the post in case ppl had an ick about that #u can tell it's real bc we knew "oh no we fucked up that's too much vanilla to waste'' but our reaction was to just. keep drinking it #> sibling understanding that vanilla extract isn't free > knowledge mother doesnt mind if we use it for milkshakes #> sibling choice to maybe get in a loophole of ''not wasting it'' if we drink it bc that's the same as using it (not throwing it out) #listen bud i was like 13 and my sister was like 9 #when my mom discovered this we. got in. A LOT. of trouble. a lot of it. a LOT of it. #3rd edit bc i guess it isn't clear - i am 1 of my brother's 2 little sisters #i am the middle child #out of all the ways i have had to explain a post before being like ''did u forget a middle child can happen'' is my favorite

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike learns about Michael's awful diet

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #michael afton #mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #sister location #exotic butters #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #Michael hated the butters but he’s grown to see their value #he grabbed that out from his bag he’s always prepared #Mike just doesn’t understand how good thr butters actually are #he has to try it to understand #I really do hope Michael did get to try the butters it was his gift basket after all

[alyssoid]

#I disagree with 2 of these #but I won’t specify which ones #polls #hyperspecific poll #hot take #star wars #peanut butter #tattoos #email #pineapple on pizza

[clefadrylcorner]

Obsessed with lovers and piners calling the object of their affections their best friend. Like yessss blur the lines between platonic and romantic love. show how important they are to you in a multifaceted way. Cover up your feelings with another kind of love that is just as true. One type of love does not negate the other and but tragedy can rip both out from under you single handedly, and it will hurt so much more that way. Losing a friend and a lover. Gaining both and not needing any labels for what they are. Using labels but having it be so much more than a title. Were they friends before they were lovers? Or were they lovers whose friendship grew inside of their love? Unclear! Who cares!

#any time one side of the pairing pulls out the best friend card I am immediately on the floor #they can be side by side! they can be distinct! it doesn't have to be explained! #they did this in the new nimona movie and i crumpled #call me arospec and biased but holy shit this is my bread and butter #nimona #goldenheart #good omens #ineffable husbands #she ra #catradora #ace attorney #narumitsu #they ARE best friends. they are also lovers. are you listening to me. #should i tag queerplatonic here? that's definitely part of this too #clefadrylcorner talks a lot

[timothvy]

he's ok ! :]

#hes just buzzing for a moment but once he eats some peanut butter cookies #and an entire liter of pepsi hes back #tim drake #dc #my art #batfam #art #dc comics #tim drake fanart #red robin fanart #dc robin

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny’s Wayne adoption bait. The guy that owns the bodega knows it. Everyone and their mothers knows it. Danny, on the other hand, had no clue. To be fair, he had just crash landed in this dimension a week ago and his back was still sore from the weird design the car had.

(It’s only three weeks of homelessness later does Danny realize that he crash landed on the Batmobile. Whoops. Oh well. He’ll blame it on Clockwork if the vigilante asks after repair costs.)

(Bruce, on the other hand, is scouring the streets for this kid the car cams caught- oddly static filled footage- because his mind jumped to the worst case scenarios: a suicidal meta or a meta being threatened or a meta in a trafficking scheme or even worse all three at once and Bruce just can’t because there is a child in danger, he doesn’t have time to sleep.)

Danny rubbed at his back, eyes going watery at the memory. Sure, his wounds have healed over by now but the- heh- phantom pain is no joke. He shuddered, huddling closer to his threadbare hoodie. His only saving grace from getting jumped while walking the streets of Gotham at night is his invisibility and intangibility. Also, he’s floating, so “walking” doesn’t apply to him.

He’s gotta check on the kid he saved yesterday from a mugging, so Danny hurried along to the depilated apartment complex the kid was squatting in. Turning visible and tangible as he turns the corner, Danny glanced around for Amy.

“Danny!”

“Hey, kiddo. Doing alright?”

“Yeah! Come meet my gang!”

Danny felt his eyebrows rise to form Jazz’s exasperated look. Ouch. Waving the pain of losing Jazz away, Danny smiled at the excited girl.

“A gang? I wasn’t aware I was being brought to your almighty group.”

“Yeah! Uh, you actually helped a bunch of us so…”

Danny thought back to all those times he punted crooks away from robbing kids and shrugged. Yeah, what Amy said was likely.

“Kay, kiddo.”

She scowled, and Danny didn’t have the heart to tell her it looked more like a pout.

“You’re just a teenager.”

“Well, you’re a just a kid.”

Danny cackled as she chased him down the street, trying to kick his shins.

Life is good, even if he’s homeless and hungry.

——

“Jason.”

“Old man.” Jason mocks back, pausing his tasks. He waits as Bruce struggles to put his thoughts and feelings into words.

“There’s… a meta.”

“In Gotham?” Jason tilts back, hands halfway to his guns as a silent offer. Bruce shakes his head.

“A child. In Crime Alley.”

“In my turf?” Jason’s disquieting demeanor quickly swapped to a protective one.

“Trafficking, I think. Male, black hair…”

“Shit. Get Dickwing back here, he’s good with traumatized kids. I’ll go look for him.” Jason’s already moving, mind filtering through the kids he knows might have information to offer.

Bruce nods, shoulders relaxing. Jason smacks down the lump in his throat at the subtle sing of trust. “I’ll get Oracle and Red Robin on it.”

Jason morphs from Jay to Red Hood in one smooth step, helmet firmly placed on his head. He grunts in agreement, slinging his legs over his motorcycle. He roars off, mind half filled with tearing apart whatever traffickers dared to shit near his territory and the other half filled with worry for this possible kid.

——

Danny, as the Bats become aware of his existence, hands Amy and her kiddie gang a bag of fancy beef jerky.

“Try these with peanut butter, it’s kind of good.”

Amy stares at him, the judgement of an eight year old more piercing than anything he’s ever experienced.

“You’re fucking weird-”

“Language!” He squawks.

“-but sure, whatever you say, boss.”

“Boss?!”

The kids ignores his alarmed face.

#danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #bruce wayne #Danny had minions #Danny saved a bunch of kids from two face and now they’ve imprinted on him #like ducklings #Danny: I’ll have a nice vacation #also Danny: fights a villain and saves like a dozen kids #Danny: unionizes the kiddie gangs via peanut butter and beef jerky #Batman: there is a child #red hood: that needs our help! #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #Danny dents the Batmobile and leaves an IOU #but doesn’t leave the owner a way to contact him

[palipunk]

At first I was willing to have those conversations about homophobia in Palestine and the existence of homophobic Palestinians doesn’t excuse a genocide but now I just don’t care - because the entire conversation has devolved into people who are not Palestinian going on tangents about how “yes Palestinians are homophobic but they still don’t deserve to die” as if we’re some kind of hive mind with all the same ideas.

We are apparently all barbaric, ignorant, bigoted people but hey I guess it makes it okay and not racist to say if someone says genocide bad. I’m tired of people talking about us as if we’re some kind of alien beings who can’t be discussed with directly and will always be outsiders even in conversations about us

#‘Palestinian men are misogynistic but they still don’t deserve to die’ what if the world was made of peanut butter #palestine

[camilleflyingrotten]

#good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #crowley #tw french #myart #he basically asked for two whiskies and a salted butter caramel crepe for the queen