#the cheese shreds

[the-freckled-collective]

I asked some friends about this feeling.

They told me it was probably Derealization.

It may be. I don’t know.

I began to forget things. Little things. Which way the heater goes to make the room warm. Which was to place the lime in the squeezer to get the juice. Stupid things. Small things.

Then I started to forget past the logic. I know who [friend] is. I know it logically. But that logic felt unreal, wavering, not quite right. It’s like it wasn’t my logic, but facts I was given from someone else.

Another group of friends was trying to distract me, as I asked, and they said maybe I didn’t know who I was.

And I realized…

Maybe I don’t? But now I don’t know how to know who I am…

I feel…like many, maybe.

So maybe I am.

But I don’t want to be many. I want to be one.

I want to be one…and I want to lean into the denial

[bookwyrminspiration]

last night I had a dream that there was a tumblr update and the only thing it changed was that for two minutes straight you could sprinkle shredded cheese on other blogs and their posts, and everyone's dashboard was just pandemonium as everyone cheesed each other. two minutes of abominable amounts of shredded cheese raining from the dash. tumblr at its finest. get cheesed

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 112

Once again, you know who is underutilized in DCxDP crossovers? Battinson. Skrunkly shivering boi. Who we should definitely give children to care for. 

 Did you know that Jason canonically had a brother named Danny? Well you do now, and it should also be used more. 

 We all want to give Battinson a robin, so why not give him four for the price of two. He of course gets Dick from the circus- he’s never going to go into public again, this was the first time he’d gone to do something out of his comfort zone for a while and look how that turned out. 

 And on one of the nights that Dick has to stay home (Alfred insists he must finish his homework if he wants to go out on patrol) Bruce returns to the batmobile to find not one child, but two. Is Danny reincarnated? Just appeared one day? Who knows, but he’s here now and going to protect his little brother. 

 Bruce might have tears in his eyes when they both hit him in the kneecaps and bolt because even with the armor it still hurts. How he manages to grab both kids he’s not too sure, but he ends up getting them food after they put the tires back. He also doesn’t understand how he’s convinced them into the car but they’ve both conked out and maybe he’s panicking and needs Alfred- 

 D-Dick why is there another child here? He’s the neighbor, cool cool. W-what do you mean he’s home alone, he’s like, 4?? What do you mean he’s been alone for a week now???

…

Alfreeeeed-

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Chips Ahoy came out with a new cookie flavor. It was just two normal chocolate chip cookies with a mess of Cool Whip and shredded cheese in the middle, gluing them together. It was dubbed the "Iced Cream" flavor.

[plomegranate]

i love palestinian and arab culture so much.

my grandma wearing thobes around the house and making us tamriyeh. my cousins wedding when we all wore thobes and keffiyehs and took photos downtown and we danced with someone playing the guitar on the street and this lady stopping us to tell us we all looked so beautiful. walking the graduation stage in a thobe. the girl who liked to guess arab peoples ethnicities telling me "you're wearing tatreez... do you want me to write 'palestinian' on your forehead?" the keffiyeh my brother keeps on the drivers seat of his car.

my dad sending me off to my last semester of college with 2 pomegranates and a jar of palestinian olive oil. my cousins wife coming up with new ways to make zaatar and cheese pastries. me and my grandma sitting on the floor and making waraq 3neb- my job was to separate the leaves so she could roll them easier. my mom sending me and my brother to school with eid cookies for my teachers and tasking us with delivering some to the neighbors. my aunt glaring at me and piling more food on my plate and then asking if i was still hungry (i wasnt). my mom always telling me to invite my friends and cousins over for dinner and asking me what they like to eat. my family getting my dad knafeh instead of cake for his birthday. the man who told me i made the "best fetteh in the western hemisphere".

the man in the shawarma shop who gave me my fries for free and baklava i didnt order because we spoke about being palestinian while he took my order. the person on tumblr who i bonded with because we are from the same palestinian city. the girl i met on campus who exclaimed "youre palestinian? me too!" because i was wearing my keffiyeh. the girl in my class that showed me the artwork about palestine her dad made and donated for fundraising. the couple in the grocery store who noticed my palestinian shirt and talked with me for 20 minutes and ended up being a family friend. the silly palestinian kids i tutored sighing in disappointment when i told them i was born in america because they were hoping that id have been born "somewhere cooler". my friends family who bought me dinner despite me being there by chance and having met me for the first time the day before.

the boys starting uncoordinated dabke lines in my high school's hallways. the songs about the longing and love for our land. the festivals and parties and gatherings where everything smells like shisha and oud. memories of waiting in the car for an hour as my parents talked at the doorway of their friends homes. my cousins and i showing up at each others homes with cake or fruit or games as if it was the first time we ever visited even though we always say "you dont have to".

kids stubbornly helping to clean and make tea after a meal while being told to go sit down because they are guests. the necklaces in the shape of our home countries. people hugging and laughing and acting as if theyve known each other for years because they come from the same city or know people with the same last name. the day i finally got to bully my friends into letting me pay the bill because i had a job and they were still students. my moms friend who calls us every time she's at the grocery store to see if we need something

palestinian people are so resilient and hardworking and charitable. they love their culture and their community and are so quick to share and welcome anyone in. everyday i am so thankful and proud to be part of such a warm and lovely culture

[fatty-food]

Taqutios (via Instagram)

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Who invented the cheese grater?

Same guy who invented pizza. He wanted to turn the mozzarella into smaller bits to let it melt and all was well for ages, until four turtles devoured all his pizza and he became their sworn villain, Shredder.

[elvenfaur]

You know he goes wild on the shredded cheese at the tender hour of 2am and scares the shit out of Wolfwood

[painsandconfusion]

I fuckin knew someone had invented this so I didn't have to draw it myself-

okay so imagine this

Dagger with shit cut into it like this so it slices in, then shreds as it pulls back out.

food for though

[knuppitalism-with-ue]

Sneak peak for the next big graphic novel project... It's about eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning.

[the-freckled-collective]

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[vala-dreams]

HELLO I AM ALIVE

So I know I haven't posted in like a year but @diedfromembarrassmentlikeasim and I were discussing this fic and then it spiralled into this discussion

Spread the himbo Bruce agenda folks

The most valid Bruce is the Bruce that goes from having a 100 life skills to 0 in one second. Look at him.

He knows how to hack into his FBI agent's computer. He doesn't know what red onions are. He can't kill people but he can kill houseplants like a professional. He knows how to create antidotes to any virus or poison. He doesn't know how to make tea without burning the mansion down.

Alfred has no hair and this is why.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Somebody broke into my house but the only things they took were the blanket off my bed and an opened bag of shredded cheese.

[kazamajun]

Thinking thoughts today about the contrasting yet similar ways both of them lost whole chunks of their lives

[daily-deliciousness]

Fluffy and moist coconut cake