#pickle jam

[sichore]

Dethentines 2024

2/10 - sickeningly sweet or scintillatingly steamy

2/11 - trope battle: college AU or forced proximity

My contribution this year is some SNB era Picklejam!

80s MUA!Jimi would not exist without @supersaturnnyoomkitty's fic Single Use Plastic and @thatwritingho's fic Neighboring Jars

Thank you both so much!

“Pbbbbbt.” Pickles blows another raspberry and leans his head over the back of his chair, boneless and zooted. “Yer no fun, Jimi.”

“I’m plenty of fun,” Jimi replies in a manner that suggests she may actually be joking with him. But when Pickles cracks open an eye to look at her, a water bottle fills his vision, and he blinks at the plastic reflecting the lights of the vanity. “Drink this.” “Er… I’d prefer vodka,” he quips with a chuckle, but takes the bottle anyway. “I know, but you’re dehydrated, and foundation can only do so much to cover that up. We don’t need you passing out on the set.”

“An’ here I thought you were worried ‘bout me,” Pickles mutters, and he’s only a little bitter as he obediently twists open the cap and takes a swig of water. His eyes widen, and he ends up downing the whole bottle. “Dood! Where’d ya get this? This water is tasty as fuck!” “Because you’re dehydrated, goofy,” Jimi sighs, and he thinks he catches a hint of a smirk before she walks up to the vanity. “We got twenty minutes to get you ready.”

“Ooh, that’s like, no time at all.” “I’ll make it work.”

Firm fingers find his chin and direct Pickles’ eyes forward to gaze into Jimi’s, brown and bold behind the glint of light that flashes in the lens of her glasses. “Eyes on me.”

Jimi is so fucking pretty, even when she’s being mean. Or maybe she’s not mean, just… focused, or something. Yeah. She wipes the water from his beard with the back of her hand before she begins applying foundation. There’s a faint throb behind Pickles’ eyes, but he keeps his gaze focused on her face, frowning in concentration. “Yer gonna get a wrinkle like that.”

“What?” Ope. He didn’t think he said that out loud. “Er, because yer frownin’, ‘n’ all.”

“I’m not –” Jimi inhales through her nose, making a failed effort to relax her face. “I’m just concentrating.”

“Uh huh.” It’s fucking cute, is what it is, and a grin keeps tugging at Pickles’ mouth.

Which makes Jimi tap his cheek before returning a soft brush there, probably adding blush. “Stop that. What are you smiling so much for, anyway?”

“How can I not? Heh. The view is great.” “Look – look somewhere else!”

Oh, shit. She’s blushing. It’s a subtle thing, but he can tell with the lift of her round cheeks, the growing red tone under her brown skin. That's got Pickles laughing, squirming in his seat. He’s gotta tell Sammy and the guys about this. Or maybe not. This will be just for himself.

“Pickles, I need you to be still,” comes Jimi’s stern voice, reaching to his side for what’s probably her eyeshadow palette.

“I – I can’t,” he giggles, weed and molly and the shots from earlier just making this so funny.

His laughter stops abruptly and he freezes when Jimi suddenly sits down right in his lap, wielding her palette and brush like a sword and shield. “Close your eyes.”

He listens, sucking in a slow breath. The weight of Jimi in his lap sends a lightning storm of signals to his inebriated brain and has him sobering up fast in a good way. His hands naturally find her thighs and he thinks he feels Jimi pause, just for a moment, before she’s back to painting his eyelids.

The dressing room is quiet save for the buzz of the lights and the wild beating of his heart. He sent his assistants out a while ago, wanting some peace and quiet for once, since the interview today just asked for the frontman and lead guitarist of Snakes ‘N’ Barrels. The king, the one-man show, the guy really running shit but he can’t just say that. So he kicked everyone out so he could gather his thoughts and whatever bullshit answers he’d feed the media today.

Except for Jimi, who insisted on staying because she “wasn’t gonna let him go out lookin’ like that”, and then only had one shot with him, the party pooper. He can smell the whiskey on her breath and it’s a rich contrast to the light, earthy scent she otherwise is.

Pickles groans and Jimi shifts on his lap, sucking in a breath. He bets she can feel it. He wishes she’d scoot a little closer. “Jim…” “Open your eyes. Look up.” He looks at her first, brown eyes nearly black, and thinks of a pool he was dared to dive into deep in a forest.

Pickles keeps a vice grip on her thighs as she applies eyeliner. “We’re not going so heavy today. I don’t want you out there looking like a ghost.”

“Mmhm.”

“And the interview shouldn't take too long, so if you wanna nap afterwards, that's fine.”

“Nyuh huh.”

“But you've really gotta get better at washing this off first –”

“How ‘bout you come with me?”

“What?”

“Y'know, heh. Hehe. Fer a nap.”

Jimi finishes darkening his waterline and Pickles looks at her to find her professional countenance crumbling a little. Maybe her chest is heaving a bit beneath that sweater. It's so bulky, he doesn't know why she insists on it in this L.A. heat. She should take it off. He wants to peel it off her.

She hasn't moved off his lap so he rubs his hands up her thighs, slowly, and watches her pretty plush lips part in a gasp. A grin splits his mouth like a knife. He runs his tongue along the edge of his teeth and sees her watch the movement.

“I get the feeling you wanna do more than nap.”

“Nahhh, I'm just gonna put ya to bed we– augh.”

Jimi applies his lipstick with no warning, her wand aggressively smearing pigment onto his mouth. And before Pickles can speak, pressing his lips together, she's dabbing a sponge there.

“Wha–”

“Makin’ it smudge-proof. See?”

And then she leans forward and gives him a peck on the lips and everything in Pickles short circuits. He grabs her ass and she just hums and he feels the storm of lyrics within him. Thunderkiss, I want your lightning lips. Strike me down, baby, I'm going down.

Eh, fuck it. He'll workshop it later. He hitches Jimi further up his lap to no resistance. “That's–” His throat’s gone dry and he wants to wet it with her. “That's hardly a test.”

“No?”

Jimi leans forward, she's definitely smiling now. Her hands are empty and holding onto his shoulders and then he's kissing her for real. And Jimi kisses him back, uncertain and clumsy but it's fine, he's used to being the leading man. It's kind of like she's never really been kissed before. It's a damn shame, and it's fucking fantastic, his hand threading through her mane of hair to keep her close.

Jimi tries to speak between breaths. “You're – mmm – gonna ruin my work.”

“So make me up again,” Pickles replies, hoarse and hungry and trying to lick every bit of whiskey he can still taste on her tongue.

And Jimi whines in the sweetest way, squirming on his lap again and he thinks it's deliberate. Hopes it's deliberate. Her fingers dig into shoulders. “Pickles –”

“Five more minutes.” The stage can wait. Everything can wait. Pickles has never been one to skimp on indulgence and he's going to drink her until the last drop. “Five more minutes.”

[pizzaqueen]

Eddie calls Steve up and he’s like “Steve! I need you to come over ASAP! I’m in a real pickle!” So, Steve goes over and finds Eddie in a giant pickle costume, laughing his ass off

[charliemwrites]

What’s in the pickle jar? I’ll give you one guess.

Well it’s not my brain so we’ll take that right off the table

[ezikial13]

Ok, so, a little habit of mine, when I make tea, I do t through away the tea bag immediately. In stead, I put it in a little jam jar, filler up, and put it in the fridge

Boom; a little ice tea to go with your next meal.

Except my jam jar broke. So I thought I'd use another old jar...A Pickle Jar.

The essence of the pickle is unquenchable and I have been punished for my hubris

[burning-sol]

jars and bottles have been made for you and your loved ones to pass back and forth as you try to pry that sucker open. it's one of the most loving rituals u can experience... and when u pop it off you say, "thanks for loosening it for me :3 " if this is not normal in your area I'm very sorry.

[danskjavlarna]

Source details and larger version.

On the side: my modest collection of vintage pickles.

[namocchi]

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[hellenhighwater]

"Also I'd really love to get into cheesemaking, but that seems like a bit of an undertaking."

*remembers reading other times Hell swore not to do The Thing*

...so, cheesemaking, when?

Honestly it's probably inevitable. I love cheese as much as one would expect from someone with my mayonnaise skin tone, especially soft cheeses, so it'll almost certainly happen eventually. But I think what I'd like to do is find someone who has milk-producing cows or goats and leave it for then.

There's any number of hobbies that I can see coming for me on the distant horizon of my life. I've accepted that a day will come when the latent interest in pottery rises up and I have to buy myself a kiln; stained glass work will come just as soon as I have a window that demands it, and at least with the food hobbies there's a relatively small investment in infrastructure for them. And my house has a positively enormous kitchen for its age, especially when I'm mostly only cooking for one.

That's honestly part of why I'm getting more interested in canning and preservation--I'm used to cooking for crowds, so single portions of stuff is weird, and also high-effort for one or two meals. I'm terrible with leftovers so I inevitably waste food by making too much. I'd like to start doing things in large batches and preserving single portions so that if I decide I want to open a jar of spaghetti sauce I'm not stuck with that for every meal for a week. I want little jam jars of pasta sauce. I want baby food jars of jams. I want little tiny amounts of things ready to go when I want them without paying stupid amounts of money for it.

[mildmayfoxe]

made banana chocolate chip pancake & slathered em in butter & my mom’s homemade red currant jelly & also homemade smoked maple syrup

[labratboygirl]

this has to be one of the most wild as fuck weeks ive had in a WHILE

[asks-n-trolls]

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[mammapickles]

Big complicated spiderweb lol. Just jamming under the read more. Discuss

My favs r def Nickles, Skwisgaar x Nathan x Pickles, Charles x Pickles, and Murderface x Knubbler. Those all need their own post wayy too much to say yayyyy

Nickles is just cannon i could talk abt them forever and im xurrently writing abt how i think they met n stuff, snickles is just fun, Charles and Pickles met in the snb era and are still sexy, dickface is super silly and in love and so crucial to willy's path to self acceptance I think

I think a lot of them either are fucking or have fucked tbh.

I think the dynamics are just too much like family with Toki and some of the others but he and Murderface def fucked in that one ep. But they're mostly just silly friends tho tbh that was a one time thing probably.

Swisgaar and Toki are very complicated, they bicker like siblings and usually dislike each other, theres an element of obsession, theyre musical soulmates and love each other but i just dont see them being lovey dovey romanticly compatible or sexy with each other.

I DO NOT LIKE MAGNUS X TOKI. NOT ONE BIT :( upsetting ship I don't understand I don't want to

I think Magnus and Pickles WERE a thing but they're def exes and dislike each other even before the season 4 and dsr stuff go down. I love drama ok. "Hello Magnus." "Hello Pickles" WOWWWW YOUVE KNOWN EACHOTHER CARNALLY

I say nah to knubbler and Abigail bcoz I dont think they're ever a thing but I think they're friends at some point. Like they're both bi but they're friends in a gay guy gay girl way. And nah to Abigail and Nathan bcoz u know. Don't question Skwisgaar abd Knubbler I read a good fic with them ans moidaface.

[chicago-geniza]

If I could subsist solely on pre-fab soups from the Polish and Ukrainian delis I would die happy. Also the soups I make from their imported ingredients. I am in my heart of hearts a dedushka from Mukhosransk and my favorite food is a stew made from three (3) types of pickles

[catboy-beb0p]

Gonna try to make pickles for the first time later 👍👍

[pelicanfarmer]

Stardew Valley Fair - Fall 16

[junkie-ginger]

So much hard work put into this cabinet! Such a fulfilling task. Growing the veggies, preserving them and placing them neatly on the shelves. 😌😌