#Mr. Fluffernutter

[presswoodterryryan]

Stop HB445: Fluffernutter’s Furious Fable of Faith, Family, and Healing

By Mr. Fluffernutter Stop HB445—that’s the rallying cry from one fluffy hero, two brave girls, and families who believe healing comes before politics. This is Mr. Fluffernutter, reporting from the cotton-lined comfort of Alice’s backpack—where, I must confess, the emotional temperature has skyrocketed to “boiling bunny.” Why, you ask? Because a certain group of lawmakers in Alabama (who clearly…

[laurrelise]

tragic that even with how lackluster the umbrella academy’s final season was, we never got to see five’s house.

i want to see where the old man lives. how does he decorate? does he live in an apartment or was he able to figure out a cute little home for himself? does he have roommates? did he ever learn how to cook for himself, or does he just eat fluffernutters whenever he’s hungry? does he ever get a mr. pennycrumb of his own? (i know he doesn’t, but a girl can dream) does he ever discover a cafe near his home where a decent cup of coffee can be found?

what coffee maker does he have? where does he buy his coffee grounds? how many coffee mugs does he have? i just KNOW he collects them.

he absolutely goes into little shops downtown and finds one that says some stupid shit like “if my coffee isn’t as black as my soul, i’m not drinking it” and giggles to himself in the corner and then spends way too much money on it because it’s just too good to pass up. he’ll smile to himself on the way home and then put on a pot of coffee to try it out for the first time. he hand-washes his mugs even though they’re all dishwasher safe because he wants to make sure they’re going to be completely untarnished when he wants to use them again. he has an entire cabinet for all of his mugs and one other cabinet for the rest of his glasses and bowls and plates because he doesn’t own a whole lot but he does like mugs. and someone will ask him about his mugs and he’ll properly tell them where he got each and every one, down to exact dates and times because he remembers everything and thinking about when he found his favorite mugs makes him feel less stressed. and whoever asked will not get a single word in and they won’t try to because five is talking about his mugs and he doesn’t get a whole lot of joy from material things but it is the simple things that matter. and five likes the simple things. and five likes his mugs.

[airas-story]

How about some movie night with Peter fluff?

Tony leaned against Stephen, humming sleepily as the movie ended. He liked the Mummy, he did, but he’d also been awake for close to 84 hours; the whole ‘staying awake’ thing was hard right now. “Bed time?” he asked, nuzzling Stephen’s shoulder. 

“Hmm. We could do that,” Stephen responded, tone soft and warm.

“Wait, what!” Peter’s voice hit Tony like a repulsor blast, startling. “We can’t just end there.” Peter sounded offended. “Everyone knows you have to watch the Mummy Returns right after the Mummy! The two go together like… like peanut butter and marshmallows!”

That… Tony pushed up from Stephen, wondering if he was more tired than he’d thought. “Peanut butter and marshmallows?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of the fluffernutter???” Peter stared at him with absolute horror. He shook his head. “No. It doesn’t matter. We can fix that tomorrow.”

“Not sure that’s something I want to fix,” Stephen muttered. Tony agreed.

“Obviously movie night isn’t over,” Peter continued. “Because we have to watch the Mummy Returns.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “And I suppose after that we need to watch the third Mummy movie?”

Peter made a disgusted face. “Ugh. No. That movie should have never been made in the first place.”

Yeah, Tony agreed. “Aren’t these movies older than you are? Why do you even have an opinion on this?”

Peter stared at him. “I watch all the old movies, Mr. Stark. Obviously.” Peter did reference them quite a bit, so that made sense. “So,” Peter continued. “We’ve got to watch the Mummy Returns.”

“Well,” Stephen said, amusement in his voice. “If we’ve got to. Turn it on.” He lowered his voice, addressing Tony. “You sleep,” he said, tone gentle. “Peter’s going to be too enthralled with the movie to notice.”

Stephen always did have the best ideas.

[gw2names-reloaded]

Mr Fluffernutter

[reblog-spam-assassin]

Anyone else getting these really fucking weird ads on here☹....?????? Please tell me I'm not going nuts.....

(Here is the other, with a link👇)

I've read this, and it's...something. I've had to reread it a couple times, because it made no fucking sense that I disassociated a couple times. I don't think a human wrote this, it's so AI coded🤢.

God, what the hell is going on??

[our-flag-means-yippee]

My ocs as smiling friends (most of them don’t fit but oh well)

Charlie - Enzo

Pim - Rod

Allan - Lionel Garnier

Glep - Finley

Mr Boss - Horace

Smormu - Princey Fluffernutter

[duranbong]

Is anyone else getting the AI generated rabbit ads on tumblr that are mostly like "Mr Fluffernutter tries spicy noodles!" and then there's one that's 10,000 words on how Elon Musk and Donald Trump are saving America

[theoriginaleppieblack-blog]

Happy 81st Birthday to Jimmy Page! Here is a humble winter offering to our fandom's Holly King. A portrait of times past with Alexander Logan and Tristam Lindsay of Paradox. This Winter's Tale is an extremely loose retelling of a lost story from Pamela Rose's Paradox material, Christmas in Wales. I'll lead you to the fandom history of Paradox at Fanlore here and Ao3 here but long story short this is an adaptation of a story written in the early-1980s that I saw on the Old Web in the 1990s and I only partly remember. In fact, it may be a memory of a memory. I may have heard a summary or a discussion of a story that was already lost. The central motif though, of Alex going off to have a Ringo-In-A-Hard-Day's-Night sulk in his old Welsh borderlands Homes And Haunts and Tris rescuing him is true to the original. The original had more explicit sex and less handmade sweaters, I think, but I needed a central element and I had just finished these. It makes a nice tribute to Jimmy's mom and his gorgeous argyle vest. Also thank you to Fluffernutter, Symon, McCoy, Molly, Gallagher, Murphy, Kieran, Shamrock, Bianca, Finnegan, Flopsy, Callahan and Squeaker for providing the Rabit Angora yarn that these sweaters are made of. Anyway, here's Tris and Alex in

CHRISTMAS IN WALES, 1970

Here we see the two at an intimate party for Tristam's winter birthday. Someone--one of their bandmate's wives--can't help but ask about the matching sweaters. "A gift from a fan, meant to reflect your stage colors?" Jane Cameron guesses. (Author Note: Jane Cameron--expy of Maureen Jones and Sheila Neil--expy of Pat Bonham--have identical personalities in the original Paradox Material. Which like, alright, at least they didn't get too personal in adapting the wives but the only difference between them here is that Janey is nice and Sheila is shrewish. That and not great adaptations of USAmerican ideas of British working class accents. I've mixed a little of the ladies of British Folk like Sandy Denny and Sue Waterson into my version of Janey and a little competence, empathy and tenacity into my version of Sheila while not prying too much into people's lives. I don't want to be a creep. I just want to retell these legends of the peak of civilization in my own voice. Around this metaphorical electronic campfire. On this long winter night. I always imagined I'd do this. After the collapse. With less internet and dolls and more actual campfire and perhaps and acoustic guitar. But well, We all know now that we will be required to work during the apocalypse sooooo FOMO.)

"My Mother made them, actually." Tris replied, proudly. "They were for Christmas." (Author's Note: Tris's mother is a fragile, fey little thing in the original Paradox Material which is quite unlike my vague understanding of Mrs. Patricia Page, first of her name. I see no reason to change this for one thing Mrs. Lindsay's psychic ramblings are the first indication that Paradox live in a Magickal Realism universe, in this case the type where Magick works about twice as often and twice as strongly as the the strongest currently reported effects and some of the metaphorical stuff and astral stuff involved in occultism or mysticism or Theurgy happen IRL but not so much or so often that it breaks the world as we know it. Oh, and another good effect of Mrs. Lindsay's psychic rambling is that Alex is EXACTLY who she expected Tris to bring home to Mummy. Mrs. Lindsay says Gay Rights!)

ANYWAY -- Back to the story, Epppie!

Whenever they wear the sweaters together Alex, can't help but think about what a hero Tris was the day he received his first handmade made gift from Tris's Ma! Tris should feel like a hero on his birthday, after all. So, Alex let's his friends in, just a little, on the secrets of his and Tris's Christmas, the previous year, in Wales.

At the end of their autumn tour, Tris and Alex parted ways for the first time since -- well, nearly since they'd met. Alex had gone back home to the Black Country with Duffy Neal, Paradox's drummer (and Alex's childhood best friend). (Author's Note: There's a little stress here, Tris is all in with Alex, but Alex still has an extended kin network that he needs to nurture. And this is after a tour in which Alex spent as much time managing Duffy's emotions as he has working on his art, magick and sex--his Great Work with Tris.)

But fitting in back home proves awkward for Alex Logan. The support network of the Alex/Duffy/Sheila triad, with Duffy's supportive Aunt and Sheila's old-fashioned but tolerant parents is overwhelmed by relatives who previously would not have given them the time of day. Now everybody wants to see the what the Paradox money has done and see the improvements on the farm. Duffy and Alex both get gender-shamed about wanting to spend time with Billy Neal, Duffy's son (and Alex's godson). Duffy hides in showing off his motors and, of course, drinking. But Alex, really get's into it with someone -- Duffy's grandmother maybe. And Alex storms off. Possibly in his new sportscar or maybe it was in Guinevere, his old VW Beetle (Author's note: In my doll universe Guinevere has been upgraded to a VW Bus as portrayed by a 1970 Barbie Camper)

Alex drives around, visits his maternal Grandfather's grave, his old school, and even parks outside his estranged parent's house for a while, imagines going in, imagines a different life. He ends up going to a vacation cottage that he used to go to with his parents when he was a kid. The landlord lives in the gatehouse of the estate that the cottages are on and he just knocks on the door and rents it in cash. (Author's Note: The estate is this place that's like an Elizabethan farmhouse that became a 19th century super fancy hunting lodge that the family turned into a place where they could stash a son who had a bad war and his loyal batsman/valet/romantic friend. They were the one's renting the vacation cottages and, before that, letting Alex's maternal grandfather's folk set up on his land. This place becomes everything to Paradox -- it's their Bron Yr Aur, it's their Headley Grange, it's their once hoped for permanent home base studio. It becomes Alex's permanent home officially and Tri's in actuality.)

Alex is resolved to spend Christmas alone in the tiny cabin. He's kind of wallowing in it, tbh. His poor dog, Elessar, along for the ride. Alex Logan, 20-year-old millionaire rethinking his life choices.

Oh and it get's very cold. Maybe it snows. Yeah. I think they play in the snow later. Like there's a parody of a scene of a scene in A Child's Christmas in Wales. Later, after Tris shows up.

Anyway, poor Alex, he does get cold, and a bit hungry. Stil a bit stubborn. He's even taken off the scrying mirror necklace that Tris gave him. (Author's Note: There are two different stories about how he got that necklace. One is that Tris spontaneously gifted it to him just days after they met, almost at random, from an auction lot he was receiving at the time. A ploy to impress the beautiful young singer but a portentous gift for a first date/job interview. The other is that it was gifted to Alex on a milestone birthday, after careful consideration and with the solemnity of a marriage proposal.)

After some tribulations of his own Tris does show up. He just couldn't sit still for his family Christmas party, it was not at all a surprise when Duffy called to tell him Alex was missing. Tris verifies with his housekeeper back in London that Alex isn't back there before rousing their manager, Mick Royce to help him retrace Alex's steps. Secretly he uses his highly trained intuition as a guide. He uses Duffy's clues and what he know of Alex's path and even talks to Alex's younger sister for the first time, before he ends up at a certain vacation cabin over the border in Wales. He arrives with a hamper the size of a coffee table, repacked by his Mum and a present too. Mick grumbles about his ruined Christmas before he leaves Tris there. They'll get back in Alex's ride.

The present is a matching sweater for Alex. After the disaster at the Neal family gathering and the reminders of his own parent's rejection of him, Alex is overwhelmed that Tris's mother made him a gift like this.

Good food was also a great help.

And they passed a very pleasant Christmas in Wales, vowing to return in the Spring when the weather was better. And that's when their love affair with their future home began.

[revvethasmythh]

Can't believe I saw someone claim that Veth would go to Barbie over Oppenheimer. Veth? Veth Brenatto? Co-creator of the Fluffernutter, Master Gunner who mans the cannons on The Ball Eater, Veth stole-a-gun-and-shot-Beau-in-the-ass-with-it Brenatto? Veth who canonically killed a party member with an exploding arrow and never lived it down? Mrs. Brenatto has a front row seat to Oppenheimer actually, to ogle the explosions at the very least

[presswoodterryryan]

Alice's Letter I Day Adventure

By Alice Hi! I’m Alice and this was my very special Letter I Day! It stands for Imagination, Ice Cream, and I Am Wonderfully Made! 🍦🦎🌈 🛠️ Spider Watch Before We Leave! When I went to get my shoes, I saw TWO spiders hiding near the shelves! One looked like he was wearing a tiny wizard hat, so I called him Sir Webbles. The other zipped across the wall so fast, I named her Zippy Legs McGee! Mommy…

[the-trinket-witch]

Hello! Long time no see, skele-pal! I need to know No. 17 for all-

ask meme here: (Also HOI HOI!!! You get to meet The Cook and Mr Khan too, now!)

What is the weirdest thing your oc regularly eats? (I'm changing it a little by adding 'the oddest thing your OC has ever eaten')

Albert:

Being from Altus, RQ, he's had exposure in trying things like Pie and Mash (which so happens to have eel in/accompanying it). It isn't often, but he does still enjoy the dish on occasion. As well, He's tried Chicharrón de pulpo. This was only on accident, though, as it was in the weeks following Azul's attempts to take the Dorm from them. Yuu had learned how to 'Passive aggressively' cook things like the aforementioned octo-chicharrón to pointedly bring to lunch. Needless to say: Yuu smugly shared some with the Twins, while said Tweels got a show in the grave face Al made on the realization.

Yuu:

This is probably the weirdest that others would probably balk at but: huitlacoche, corn smut or 'mexican truffle'. They loved how their grandma could make it a big deal because of how difficult it is to get a hold of fresh. 'Canned never tastes the same, mi hijo' She would say.

Tidus:

It might be easier to count on fingers things the dude hasn't tried yet. There were a few misses, but some like okonomiyaki were a knock outta the park. Similar to how Floyd likes making odd takoyaki concoctions, Tidus loves putting different things in okonomiyaki to see what works and doesnt.

Lázaro:

He has a pretty varied palate, but the one he just couldn't get into were fluffernutters (Peanut butter/marshmallow fluff sandwiches). Something others might think 'odd' he eats on the regular though, would be menudo, only because of the tripe.

The Janitor:

They motion that while they don't have a sense of taste, they do experience temperature differences and textures. Because of that, many a non-edible thing has been chewed on, with the one of the least preferred textures being non-neutonian fluid. AKA Gak/slime/putty. They describe it as squeaky, cold and sometimes grainy.

Aadesh:

He has had a chance to try a lot of things, being the closest underling to Mr. Khan. His consistent 'irregular' favorite is beef tar-tare. The strangest thing he's tried (and didn't like) was snake wine. He only choked it down at the insistence of Mr. Khan, one evening, having to feign an absence of utter disgust.

Jon Teach:

"Ahaha! Y'can eat most anything if ye fry it in enough butter and salt! The things ye can stomach, though, when the billfold's feeling a bit light and the fishin's been rough."

Mr. Khan:

Something he enjoys on a more regular basis is shark curry. He has tried sharkfin soup and birds nest soup, but prefers the greater substance in something like curry. The 'Strangest' thing he's ever consumed isn't something he'll put in his financial books. He has a taste for more 'exotic' meat. (Read: hard to obtain due to regulations or ethical concerns)

[penodyssey]

The Furry Fiasco of July 4th

Ever wondered how pets react to the explosive festivities of July 4th? Join us for a comical tale straight from Sparktown, where Whiskerly the cat, Mr. Fluffernutter the rabbit, Buster the dog, and Polly the parrot navigate the chaos of fireworks night. Get ready to laugh as we dive into their wild and whimsical world! The Furry Fiasco of July 4th Once upon a time, in the bustling town of…

[thefrogpoet]

My biggest videogames pet peeve is when you're playing a game with very linear quests but it still gives you dialog options and without fail it's only two options and it looks like this:

NPC: Please help me my beloved pet fantasy creature is lost in the Spooky Forest

Option 1: Of course! I'd do anything for you! There is no reason to pay or compensate me in any way because I am a real hero and love helping people!!! I'll get started right away and I will not sleep until Mr. Fluffernutter is returned to you. I swear this on my life!

Option 2: Tch. What's in it for me? I'll look for your stupid cat or whatever but I bet it's already dead. You better pay me well for this. Also has anyone ever told you that you are ugly and stupid? Yeah well they should have. I'll be back whenever I feel like it with your dumb pet's corpse.

[lincolnchristie]

*waves hand in the air like a beauty queen* Just Hello.*

Welcome to my professional tumblr. I’m Lincoln, and I’m a fantasy/science fiction author. I’m fond of murder mysteries, powers that come with a price, and mythology.

Most of you will probably know me already, actually, as tumblr user @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels. *jazz hands* Surprise, ‘tis I!

For a long time I resisted the idea of self-publishing. I didn’t want to start from the ground-up in building an audience because I’m not great at this whole social media thing and I hated that idea. However, I finally grew too frustrated with how the traditional publishing world treats its authors and said screw it. We’re gonna try doing this on my own.

And, uh, I’ve come to realize, I actually do have an audience. My lovely fanfiction readers.

My hope is that, since you all enjoy my fanfiction, you’ll want to check out my original writing, too. I will say up front that there are some differences such as a darker tone, heavier subjects, romance is not the main plot, etc. But, if you like my more plot-centric and serious fanfics, then I think you’ll like these original works of mine. I like to play around with themes and worlds similar to the ones found in those stories.

*vibrates with excitement* Which is why I'm launching my Patreon!!!

I have also, shocker of shockers to myself more than anyone, written a poetry collection. It's titled Manifesto of a Blossoming Supervillain and you can purchase it here on my website (I have a website!!!) in e-book with paperback coming in the next few days.

But my Patreon is where I'll be posting, chapter by chapter, my fantasy murder mystery novel A Masque of Shadows.

When the controversial regent of the city-state of Serenissima is murdered on the first night of Masquerade, Captain Matthias has to sort through spurned lovers, murderous family members, and scheming nobles to prevent war from breaking out. It's Murder on the Orient Express meets Game of Thrones starring a very tired autistic bisexual who's just trying to get through the holiday season.

What can I say, I want to see if you all can solve the mystery in real time. ;)

My Patreon is also where you'll get lots of sneak peak info about my other novels such as character art and playlists, worldbuilding info, deleted and bonus scenes, character backstory, and director's commentary.

The first novel that I plan to release in full is Pestilence, the first in my Horsemen Quartet:

When four women raised in a dead world come back to life, they find they're no longer entirely human... and the undead are no longer the worst threat they have to face in the wasteland.

It's currently with my sensitivity and beta readers, and the hope is to publish it in September (because I'm a masochist, I guess).

You also get pictures of my cats, Mr. Fluffernutter and Cuddlebug!

(They like to sit in the window and judge people.)

The audience I’ve built up with my fanfiction was rather like falling asleep. It happened slowly, and then all at once. I’m still blown away every day by the number of people who’ve read and enjoyed my stories on Ao3. I hope, if you are one of those people, that you will consider supporting me and join my Patreon to support my original work. These stories are near and dear to my heart, and I deeply love the characters in them. I hope that you all will, too.

*no I could not resist a MsScribe reference, sorry not sorry

[reasonablywittyatbest]

Nearly a week ago I lost my cat, Ragnar. I say my cat, but really he was my baby boy, my little buddy, the light of my life, my constant companion, my little moon. We woke up together, we ate together, we went to bed together. He was always my little shadow but this last year of living alone and working from home, we were closer than ever. His loss was sudden, unexpected, and awful. I couldn't have imagined how much it has hurt.

He was the sweetest, funniest, silliest cat. He demanded to be pet while he ate, he loved to lay on my face when I was laying down, he was a picky eater, he would steal an entire steak off your plate if you left it unattended. He could open doors, drawers, cupboards, there was no barrier he couldn't overcome. He had terrible anxiety, he was infinitely curious.

Every night after I settled down he would come sleep on my legs, every morning he would gently paw my face until I woke up to feed him.

He never bit or scratched or even hissed, and if he was unhappy with whatever was going on he would just wiggle wiggle wiggle. Leading to one of his many nicknames: Wiggles. 

He loved other cats. When we first got him we had an older cat, and Ragnar would groom the older cat even as the older cat was growling, only stopping when the older cat made a move to stop him. Despite that he still adored the older cat. Over and over every time he came into contact with new cats he would simply love them. 

He was OBSESSED with the kale chips my friend's mom made. One morning while I was living with them we came downstairs to find he had obliterated the kitchen trying to get the dehydrator open, to get to the kale chips. And he did, he did get to the kale chips. Little weirdo. 

His absence hurts more than I ever thought it could. I will never hold him again, he will never butt his little face against mine while I'm working, he will never yell at me to come pet him while he eats again, I would give anything to have him back. 

But I know the pain is simply because I love him so much. I want to share him with everyone I can one last time. I know he will live on in my memory, and the memories of those who also loved him, and I hope maybe in yours as well. 

Ragnar 

(Wiggles, Ragnar the unacknowledged, fluffernutter, fluff butt, little Mr man, etc etc) 

2013-2023

I didn't have you in my life for nearly long enough, but the memories of the time I did have will always be a blessing to me. I miss you, you little brat, my little brat. 

[muses-of-the-memory]

"Yeah, this reminds me of Xavier's mood potion, only now, everyone can't help but tell the truth." Eugene stated from his observation. "Out of my way, Big Ears." The bard said to Eugene, passing through him. "Except for that guy. He had no idea what he's talking about." Eugene spoke hiding one of his ears. "If this is some kind of truth potion, we have to figure out how it got into the castle." Cassandra said on what to do. "Who was the first person you noticed being a little too honest?" Cassandra asked to Eugene who started to think. He first thought of Pete, as he brought him somewhere for questioning.

"Okay, Pete let's start at the beginning. Walk us through your day." Cassandra spoke to the guard. "And relax, just tell us what happened." Eugene said to Pete to tell him, Cassandra, Karoline and Mirage about his day. "Well, I woke up confused, because my mouth tasted like beans, but I had no recollection of eating beans the day prior." Pete explained as Eugene and Cassandra sat down looking bored. "Then I saw my cat, and I said, "Hello, Mr. Happy-Paws"! Who's a fluffernutter? Of course, he can't talk."

Meanwhile, back in the secret tunnels, Rapunzel continued to guide Varian, Bella and Skyler to find the Sundrop Flower. "Tripwire." Varian spoke as they walk over it. Pascal then saw a spider on the tripwire and was about to use his tongue on it. "Pascal, no! I need you to carefully let go of that spider." Rapunzel told to her chameleon friend, and he did so. Both Rapunzel and Varian sigh, until Ruddiger snaps the tripwire walking through it, causing the rubble above to fall. "Watch it!" Rapunzel shouted grabbing Ruddiger, somersaulting. "Everyone okay?" She asked. "We're getting closer to the surface. We don't want to alarm the guards." Rapunzel said to Varian as she joins back with him.

Continued from here

the next day in the kingdom of Corona, it was a typical normal day, until it ended when the stranger ran passed through the wanted poster that says 'Silent Striker'

"he went this way!" Stan shouted when he and Pete went after him, Mirage and Bella are being prepared to catch him too, the guard captain and the other guard got him surrounded

@muses-of-the-memory