#chocolate flakes

[shirozen]

Edible construction in progress

[thekagehinacafe]

can you i send an order to the café? with blackberry sauce, chocolate flakes, and autism overstim cocoa powder? 👉👈

ay mijo of course, coming right up~

[domesticity, post-timeskip, sensory overload (autistic kageyama)]

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untouchable

Beat.

Beat.

Beat.

Thundering footfalls. Rain hammers the roof. Cheers are like shockwaves.

Beat. Beat. Beat.

Out of breath. Sweat on skin. Lights that flash.

Beat-beat-beat.

Squeak. Smirk. Squish.

Beatbeatbeat.

Run.

He runs to his dorm,

patience thin like bed linen, 

each breath is a curse. 

Push through paparazzi, through beaded doorways, clench teeth because it stops the urge to scream. Tobio feels his tongue in his mouth and the gymnasium lights and the stench of sweat and the roars of crowds - panting and talking and loud and bright and harsh and it's all so much, too much, standing over him and pushing him to the floor.

He slumps to the ground. His dorm lights punched off, his teeth grinding together, his clothes removed and thrown on the floor just so he doesn't have to feel them anymore.

It's not the first time this has happened - when every sensation becomes his enemy, his perceptiveness his downfall - it used to happen a lot in Kitagawa, when Oikawa's voice got scratchy and the loneliness began to burn. He knows this overstimulation like the veins in his hands, remembers this overload like it's fated. He only wishes he could stop it.

There are light sounds behind him, ginger footsteps, someone who cares too much to be brash.

Oh, Shoyo…

Something lands in Tobio's hand - hard, smooth plastic, designed to be twisted and pulled into something resembling relief. It's grey, a colour dull enough to soothe him, and it tangles into snakes and pretzel knots.

"Thank you," he'd say, if he knew how to speak; his tongue refuses to move, uncomfortable in his mouth. His wordlessness sizzles him. Shoyo knows what he means to say.

How long he sits there, easing himself out of his overwhelmed state, out of his environmental thunderstorm, is unknown. But, loyal as a dog, faithful as religion, Shoyo stays.

He doesn't press - he doesn't talk, does not malleate, does not push his lover further into his state. He simply waits - this, as all things, will pass, and Tobio will want gentle hands in his hair when it does.

Loving Tobio is poetry, a haiku, iambic pentameter; always there will be a rhyme that doesn't fit or a jarring syllable, but Shoyo loves Tobio because of it.

This is love - untouchable, burning brighter than the sun.

[fattributes]

Homemade Fried Ice Cream

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Spice is the variety of life!

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[daily-deliciousness]

Peanut butter crunch brownies

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

The problem with having the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory prequel portray Willy Wonka as some kind of visionary underdog who the Big Mean chocolatiers are trying to suppress is that… he has magical powers.

Like, there is literally no universe where it matters that this guy can't get a shop, or isn't part of the Chocolate Makers Guild, or is targeted by the Chocolate Cartel, because he has magical powers.

It doesn't matter what the other chocolate makers do to try and smear his reputation or ruin his business, because ultimately their biggest innovation is a chocolate bar that melts in your mouth but not in your hand, and the original Roald Dahl sequel book tells us that Wonka somehow has access to the world where people's souls go before they are born (à la the Pixar film) and has invented a cure for old age.

Even if they did somehow manage to stop him selling ‘candy’, he could easily just rebrand his business and reopen as ‘Wonka's Literal Actual Magic’, and what the hell are they going to do to him then?

The only thing that could touch him in the original film was people bribing his employees to sell them his secret recipes, and he solved that problem almost immediately by firing his entire staff and replacing them with magic singing elves who are happy to be paid in chocolate. This isn't a guy whose problems are normal problems.

This is like if somebody made a new Lord of the Rings prequel that showed Young Sauron being picked on by the Hobbit Craftsmen's Guild because of his innovative ahead-of-their-time jewellery designs. Like it just doesn't work, because while the pieces are technically there for the standard Underdog Shows Them All story template, ultimately the two sides are playing very different ball games here.

[wummbo]

Commission for @waezi2 of Beelzebub from Helluva Boss

My sparkle dog loving inner child is showing

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[morethansalad]

Irresistible & Astonishingly Easy Vegan Energy Balls (5 Ways)

[suddenlytennant]

Hi! I'm high. That's almost a word palindrome. Someone bring me ice cream please 🥺🥺🥺

[fullcravings]

Roses des Sables (No-Bake Corn Flake Cookies)

[cosmic-cd]

curious about this one since i don't believe i have a preference, but i am Wanting To Know.

[ultrainfinitepit]

trick or treat?

Here's a big handful of seraphim for you! Happy Halloween :))

[mybadartlaura]

Mint Ice Cream With Chocolate Sauce And Flake

[catharusustulatus]

Steve and Robin play hangman when they’re bored at work and Robin never wins because Steve spells words incorrectly during his turns, always ends up confusing his e’s and a’s. But they’re undefeated at Pictionary, can guess what the other one is drawing in a single line. Dustin always thinks they’re cheating.

When his parents are gone on weekend trips, Robin will come over and the two of them will watch movies all day and bake banana bread. Steve loves banana bread. Robin can’t stand when people chew with their mouths open but not Steve, who braids and unbraids her hair and talk-chews through the whole first half of St. Elmo’s Fire (her pick).

Steve once tried to color coordinate Robin’s closet as a surprise and it did NOT go well. Robin didn’t talk to him for two days, she was so upset. But Steve understands, he really does, when she explains what’s wrong over the phone. When he knocks on her door after dinner with a new mixtape, they end up driving around aimlessly until the tape is over and all is forgiven.

Robin holds Steve’s hand when he gets bad migraines, strokes up and down his arms when he has to put his head in his hands. Understands when certain days are bad days, quieter and gentler with him. She always keeps an extra pair of sunglasses in her school bag, just in case.

They haven’t talked deeply about the monsters, but they know each other’s favorite songs and foods and colors and their celebrity crushes and jean sizes and allergies (Robin can’t eat shellfish). They have done karaoke for longer than three hours and peed their pants laughing and have seen each other naked and have sat in complete silence, comfortable on Steve’s leather couch and happy just to be in each other’s company, their favorite person the other person in the room.

[whoscallingwhoafraud]

Eating my Greek yogurt concoction it's so yummy

[geoffguy]

this is me about you

sameeee