#potato chip

[catfindr]

[fullcravings]

Vegan Kitchen Sink Cookies

[neonblessing]

1.

The cats were fighting, and Maggie was singing to them. It was Tater's birthday, apparently. How wonderful.

Shiv cracked her eyes open. The ceiling looked like shit: the paint was peeling, and there was some sort of stain spreading from one corner. The harsh morning light of the street lamps streamed into the room through the busted shade, casting crooked bars of shadow across the room.

The rest of the house looked worse than the ceiling. The cats had left scratches on everything they could reach, and time and neglect had left their marks on anything the cats couldn't. The furniture all looked out of place, collected over decades and haphazardly repaired.

From somewhere in the mismatched house, Maggie was babbling to her cats. "Come on, Candy. Share the fish with your brother. It's his birthday. Share the fish with the birthday baby!" Potato Chip's mournful wail filled the air, accompanied by the sound of chewing and a wary hiss.

Shiv sat up, wincing. She wrenched her head from side to side experimentally, to no avail. Rubbing her neck, she awkwardly swung her legs off the couch and stood up. Shiv picked her way over to the kitchen, for once managing not to stub her toe on the cabinet that protruded into the door frame.

"Morning, Mags."

Maggie jumped as Shiv spoke. "Oh, good morning! I made coffee." Maggie was fucking old. Her eyes were older than Shiv: they were some vintage shit, with protruding lenses that stopped her eyelids from properly closing. An awful little part of Shiv figured their value was somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 grand from an avid collector.

"Where'd you get the fish?" Shiv took a mug off its hook and poured herself some lukewarm coffee. The slogan on the side of the mug demanded silence, at least until the bearer had finished their name-brand coffee. The winking face of a defunct coffee logo grinned up at her as she took a sip.

"A trader's in town, just for the day. Some sort of pilgrim."

"Anything else good?"

"Protein bars, holy symbols, ID chips, and..." she looked around, as if Shiv hadn't swept the place for bugs last week, and dropped her voice. "...ammunition. No guns."

"What did you give him?"

"Some of the kitchen knives."

"You gave him knives for a fish?"

Maggie wrung her leathery hands nervously. "It's Potato Chip's birthday! Besides, they were getting dull."

"You have a whetstone!"

"I don't know how to use it right, and you..." she trailed off, but couldn't stop the glassy lenses of her eyes from flickering to Shiv's shoulder. Or rather, to where her shoulder used to be. Maggie swallowed, her gaudily-dyed hair bobbing in distress.

"I could have taught you! And Tater didn't even get to eat his fish." A contented Candy Bar wound her way about Maggie's legs, purring. Maggie opened and closed her mouth a few times, but said nothing.

Shiv wordlessly grabbed her bag off the couch. It still smelled like the factory that made it, even after a month. Much as it irked her to waste money–she’d already owned a perfectly serviceable bag–this one had velcro. Zippers were too much trouble these days.

She tore it open to behold the extent of her worldly possessions. A change of clothes. Her knife, the one Raz had given her. Rope. A pack of bandages. Disinfectant. Four days of nutrient bars. A wallet, empty save for a credit card and a few coins. A well-worn prayer tablet. A needle and a spool of thread. A ballpoint pen. Content that everything was where it should be, she closed the bag.

Shiv swung her bag over her good shoulder, then fumbled with the doorknob for a moment, nearly dropping her mug. Maggie took half a step forward as if to help, but whatever she saw in Shiv's eyes kept her rooted in place. Shiv pulled the hood of her coat up over her head, and turned to leave. "I… Sorry. I'm going out. Be back by midnight unless I get shot."

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[bumble-bee-anon]

Bee? My "some magic bullshit happened with you" senses are tingling. (Faded)

... who the fuck are you? Why the hell are you so tall. How do you know my name. Why are you so old? What's with the wrinkles? You look like an overripe tomato when the inside is all mushy and gross. Eugh.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I pulled a pound potato chip mush out of my mouth with my braces and spacer (i don’t wear those) to yell at people to leave my yard.

[peanuts-fan]

[soqueroquetudodecerto]

[scopostims]

brad armstrong (lisa the painful) for @systemhomebase :•]

[ID: A 3x3 stimboard of 8 GIFs surrounding a central image.

GIF 1: Many potato chips being dropped onto a table, piling and blocking the camera.

GIF 2: Someone practicing a karate move in a training room.

GIF 3: A potato chip being picked up out of a bowl.

GIF 4: A view looking out a car window at orange leaves falling off trees and blowing by.

Image: The character Brad Armstrong from the game Lisa the Painful.

GIF 5: A small waterfall running in a rock structure by the roof of a house.

GIF 6: Someone wrapping their hand with a white bandage.

GIF 7: A potato chip being picked up and snapped in half.

GIF 8: A person quickly doing karate moves in the center of a crowded stadium.

End ID]

[toon-feasts]

Death Note Ep. 8 "Glare" (2006) dir. Makoto Bessho, Tetsurō Araki 

[joelwindows7]

The Spinning Chip Saga

Ft. TheBackyardScientist. A doober43's adventure.

Yey chip

Arrival

Enjoy the Saga

Another bonus

[catfindr]

[fullcravings]

Vegan Kitchen Sink Cookies

[churmandurr]

ok random question for u guys......

[kply-industries]

[bumble-bee-anon]

🌺 (faded)

Hmm... either rainy lily or lotus flowers. For the same reasons