for i am bread

what the FUCK on g-ds green earth is this! theres a bun in there. cheese . MEAT. and youre putting it in ice cream youre just chopping it up and putting it in ice cream!! youre going to have ground beef ice cream with cheese and soggy bread. WHY would you do this. i am REPULSED on a level ive never felt before. like oh yum mcicecream! why dont you mix a filet o fish in there while youre at it? theres fucking ketchup on there too. i can never go back to a state of not having seen this video and i mourn that. im going to be thinking on this video on my deathbed. my last words are going to be “hamburger ice cream” what the fuck

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victuuri playing i am bread and victor just staring at the screen swearing in Russian™ while yuuri just snorts in the bg.... our wedding will be bread themed (i LOAF you ;)) -spouse#50

if you guys haven’t seen michael and gavin play i am bread you haven’t lived

“So we’re trying to become toast,” Yuuri explains, and points at the screen. “So we have to make it to the toaster.”

Victor has never been much for video games—he wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for the fact that Yuuri is sitting distractingly close to him, his ankle continuously brushing against Victor’s own. “This is seriously a game that people pay money for?”

He nods. “Phichit and I used to play it all the time. It’s good for bonding. Okay, come on. You can control the top half of the bread.”

A few minutes later, they are invested.

“Yuuri!” Victor shouts as they’re about to tumble off of a wall. “Yuuri, hold on. You’d better–Yuuri! You let go!”

“The grip ran out,” he sighs, and takes his hand off of the keyboard. “I’m sorry.”

“We were so close,” Victor mumbles, pulling Yuuri onto his lap and lacing his fingers on his torso, burying his face in the back of his shoulder. “So close to finally becoming toast.”

“So you admit it’s a good game?”

“A great game. Let’s play again.”

I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats this bread will live forever. This bread is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.
—  John 6:51

i love that this book thinks i’m likely to be in a situation where i’m at a friend’s house and i spontaneously decide to make eight pounds of bread dough and either my friend just happens to have a 10-quart food-safe lidded container lying around or i’ve casually brought my own 10-quart dough bucket over to my friend’s house in which case i am clearly obsessed with bread and they will not be the least bit surprised that i’ve memorized this very simple recipe