I see your pineapple on pizza, fruit-is-sweet-not-savoury discourse and raise you
Mimosa Salad!
At first glance it’s nothing to write home about. It’s fruit salad, okay. Peach, pear, apple and pineapple… so the production team has never had a mimosa, okay, stupid, but not an arrestable offence. (Firable, sure, but not criminal.)
An unusual choice of fruit perhaps, but fruit salad nonetheless. Maybe they have a variety of salads, and the more obvious combinations of fruit/names have already been done.
Okay, all reasonably above board. Until you glance over and see the identical packages with pictures of cabbage and carrot, proudly declaring Coleslaw. And you begin to wonder…
You flip it over to the ingredients list, hoping against hope that it isn’t dressed in mayonnaise.
Oh you naive fool. Have you forgotten what culinary hellscape you inhabit? The tastebud wasteland you were foolish enough to abide?
It’s mayonnaise.
And not just mayonnaise.
A terrifying mustard/vinegar/cayenne/turmeric mayonnaise fruit salad nightmare. With bubbles.
Is it also fizzy? Is it just whipped? Is it yet another example of poor food handling and this particular item has been left on the sun and is starting to ferment?
(That happens a lot here. [fun fact, when you complain that the cream you bought is expired because it’s solid and has a bad smell the shop assistant may tell you that’s what cream is always like. They’re not just trying to save the company money. At that shop cream is always like that. The refrigerators are always at about 7 or 8 degrees.] A lot of stuff is just expired all the time.)
I ask a passing shop assistant what manner of beast this is. Is it sweet? Savoury? What’s it for? What possible dish could this accompany, i hesitantly enquire, already dreading the answer, but not quite knowing why.
And she answers brightly, with no apparent understanding of the horrors they have wrought, “It’s kind of sweet, kind of savoury. People buy it for barbecues, picnics, since it’s pre-made.
“It’s also good on pizza.”
Welcome to Sweden.
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My redesigns of the princesses minus Twilight lol. This was traced over a coloring page of the princesses but with my own flare!
I'm really happy with how they turned out! Celestia actually took the longest to redesign cuz I was struggling with her hair color. I really wanted to capture the "mother nature"-ness with the greens. Blue and gold is literally designed for Luna! Also she gotta have bat features cuz its cool😤And for Cadance I went for more warmer pinks while still keeping her recognizable. Look at the hearts in her horn!! 🥺🥺 Anyways hope yall enjoy these redesigns :D
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Eddie posts a Tiktok of himself waking Steve up at midnight on June 1st like, “Babe, wake up. Stevie.”
“Huh?”
“Guess what month it is?”
Steve, making a valiant effort but slowly losing the battle to stay awake, blinks in his general direction and then says, “…Steve Harrington, Chicago…2004.”
“I’m not giving you a concussion test!” Eddie exclaims and then, “You got one of those wrong.”
Steve just stares at him like, “Which one?”
“The year.”
“Time is an illusion.”
Steve lays back down as Eddie nods more or less. It was 1984 in 1986, so he’s not exactly wrong.
He nudges him before telling him why he actually woke him up, “It’s pride month.”
“I have pride in you every month.”
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Prompt 118
Everyone is freaking out. The titan tower was broken into, no signs of who it was, and Tim- Robin- is missing. There’s blood on the walls, taunting them, implying that Tim is going through agony, and they can’t deal with another dead Robin, they can’t-
Meanwhile Tim is bemused, maybe a little concussed because that would explain things maybe, as he’s found himself in a living room full of books and there’s a pair of kids too? One is straight up adoption bait- wait no there’s three, with two of them being adoption bait and the third being a redhead. There’s a trio of small children there already playing by the couch he’s been bundled into.
Where the heck is his mask- or his bo staff or any of his supplies- is that the fucking Red Hood?! No, couldn’t be, must be the concussion, because why would the Red Hood be feeding him a bowl of soup?
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Hello I love your art!!! I was reading through your changeling au and Felix mentions that fae are creatures of mirth. They literally need attention to survive. But what kind of attention? I guess I'm wondering because Adrien has been in the public eye for a while now, but has been personally neglected for even longer. What does that mean for him? Is he starving? Is he in danger of dying? Does he even know it? (I assume not given he doesn't even know he's Fae).
If he is starving / in danger of starving who is the first to realize this?
it depends on the mirth, on the attention, on what it is they seek. Without making things too complicated - I don't like to define everything into neat little boxes after all, there's fun in nuance - Felix is just explaining from his experience, the Fae he was with tended to be "entertained" by certain aspects of their playing, which was the mirth that kept them relevant. Relevancy more than anything is really what keeps their wheels greased.
In Adrien's case though, the reason he's cloying for so many names and to have so many thralls and attendants is because he SHOULD be a more social creature and has been kept woefully alone. He is kinda starving in the way a fae starves - he's relevant, but only in an image his father constructs OF him, which means it isn't REALLY him - and he has no one to play with. No friends, no lovers, and no rivals, makes a very sad fae
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