@lesbianeroticthriller apples n oranges, pineapple juice, collard greens, frozen spinach, frozen strawberries, stuff for tuna melts (except I forgot bread), instant pudding and whipping cream (important to have a treat), tortillas, black bean salsa, canned chilies, pickles, and some pumpkin seeds, peanut butter. This is big I never keep food at home
In honour of his birthday, these my friends are just some of my favourite Jungkook fanfics! They are all damn well written not like my shit and the authors are so talented, amazing and brilliant they DON’T NEED NO INTRODUCTION. We cannot compete with dis awesomeness! There is like a shit ton of smut AND I AM NOT ASHAMED CUS THEY ARE SO WELL WRITTEN I CONSIDER THESE FANFICS ART! I love you please never stop writing
Summary : Jeon Jungkook is your new neighbour whom you one-sidedly label as a jerk because he has eaten your bread pudding. The one who whistles in class, whose hair glitters every time the light hits, and who wears only one earring. However, just like how you have realized too late, Jeon Jungkook is so much more.
Word Count : 12,399 words
A/N : So I collect all the cheese (mozzarella) I have in me and glaze it over this piece of story that turns out -immensely- longer that I had planned.I hope you like this, loves! Please gimme them notes if you do <3
As a secular and skeptical American… What the fuckety does Christmas pudding even taste like?? It looks like a burnt, haunted, gravelly death loaf with a twig from the backyard stuck on top. If I wanted to eat ice cream, I’d just eat ice cream and not a steamed, dried, ignited lump of dried fruit and fat and spices and flour and booze that’s aged in a bag for half a year along with it. Wikipedia is of no help and does not describe the taste at all. I don’t want a fuckin’ sad little excerpt from A Christmas Carol or some boring nationalistic story about King George The Whatever, I want to know what your weird round congealed blood colored boiled patty of a traditional dessert tastes of. IDK about you guys, but my pudding comes in little plastic cups and tastes like sweetened plastic and I don’t give a shit about etymology. Your edible black brick of scary-looking boozy bacon fat fruit loaf is on fire and I can’t imagine what that’s like in your mouth, especially with a damn quarter in there too. Is it like fruitcake?? Which is terrible and I feel sorry for you if it is. Is it like jam?? Then just eat damn jam. Is it sticky or crumbly or dry or mushy?? Why are you so obsessed with eating the same kind as the royals?? Why haven’t you moved on to objectively prettier food?? And do you still do the thing where the whole family stirs it and do you clap when it’s brought to the table?? White people food is so weird. Religious white people food is even weirder. Keep your enormous Christmas raisin, I’ll stick to my tub of Ben and Jerry’s and ignore all holidays as usual.