i make too much things about cheese


triggering & nsfw themes are mildly present below.

❛ What’s up, bitches? ❜
❛ Cat in the wall, eh? ❜
❛ I know that game. ❜
❛ Okay, now you’re talkin’ my language! ❜
❛ Look at that door, dude. See that door there? ❜
❛ The one marked “Pirate”? You think a pirate lives in there? ❜
❛ What are you gonna do, hit him? ❜
❛ Whoa, what’s with the spray paint, man? ❜
❛ So what, you want a maid? ❜
❛ Uhh, what’s with your outfit, man? ❜
❛ Whoever it was seems to have been eating newspaper. ❜
❛ It’s gonna go both ways, dude. Sorry. ❜
❛ Which one of you idiots was eating a goddamn newspaper? ❜
❛ All right, well, now we’re gettin’ somewhere. ❜
❛ This appears to be a piece of a credit card. ❜
❛ How is that not specific to one of you? ❜
❛ Is this wolf hair? ❜
❛ I wish it was, man, but that’s inconclusive. ❜
❛ What’s in there, what else? ❜
❛ Why don’t you just write it down? ❜
❛ God, you’re disgusting. A disgusting animal. ❜
❛ You did your best, no hard feelings! ❜
❛ You’re thirty-three years old, you’re supposed to be sexually active! ❜
❛ What are you talking about now? ❜
❛ We’ll make the whole thing up, let’s get outta here. ❜
❛ Cover your knees up if you’re gonna be walking around everywhere… ❜
❛ How much cheese is too much cheese? ❜
❛ I got really, really nervous I just started eating cheese. ❜
❛ Does that calm you down? ❜
❛ Where did you come from? ❜
❛ That… that seems really dark. ❜
❛ Why aren’t you understanding this? ❜
❛ You certainly wouldn’t be in any danger. ❜
❛ Well, don’t you look at me like that. ❜
❛ What’s on the other side of it there? ❜
❛ Your life is way more glamorous than what I was picturing. ❜
❛ Now, help me dig these crack rocks outta my ass. ❜
❛ I need some water. My mouth is dry. ❜
❛ Are you cutting your toenails with a steak knife? ❜
❛ I suppose you have a problem with that, too? ❜
❛ Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell’s going on over here? ❜
❛ You know exactly what you’ve done, sir. ❜
❛ Now, the rest of you kids can go with those two losers right there. ❜
❛ I need some trash to plug up the cut. ❜
❛ I pick up the trash can, and I bash the guy on the head. ❜
❛ I’m the Trash Man! I come out, I throw trash all over the ring! ❜
❛ Do not diddle kids, it’s no good diddling kids. ❜
❛ Go into the toilet and run your mouth under the sink. ❜
❛ You want some insulin? ❜
❛ No one’s in any danger! ❜
❛ I feel like you’re not getting this at all! ❜
❛ That’s not the issue… ❜
❛ But it sounds like she/he doesn’t wanna have sex with you… ❜
❛ You’re misunderstanding me, bro. ❜
❛ What am I gonna do, say no? ❜
❛ You had me going there for the first part. The second half kinda threw me. ❜
❛ Why in the hell do you think we just spent all that money on a boat? ❜
❛ What do we need a mattress for? ❜

Guardian Angel Bonus #4

olicity || ao3 || gen || fluff || 6748 || more fics

summary: Oliver finds a half asleep Felicity in an elevator with a newborn // Oliver has to take care of a sick Dani in quarantine to keep a pregnant Felicity away from germs and illness.
word count: 1492
a/n: not a prompt… i’ve just been thinking about this idea for awhile and [shrugs] my brain can be fluffy sometimes I swear. (actually y’all wouldn’t believe what’s happening in the chapter of trust me i’m working on) but anyway…

[Part One] [bonus #1] [bonus #2] [bonus #3]

“Itchy,” Danica whined.

“I know, baby,” he said quietly as he rubbed her back.

He wanted to smack whatever parent allowed their sick child to run around an indoor playground, touching and infecting every piece of plastic in the place. The entire place had to be shut down and sanitized to the fullest extent because of an outbreak of chickenpox. He was just happy that Felicity hadn’t been there with them. She’d never had chickenpox and neither of them wanted to find out what would happen if she got them while pregnant.

So, here he was, in the apartment with Danica while his wife stayed with his mother-in-law until the little one was better. He was trying hard not to be mad, but it was difficult when his baby girl was suffering.

She coughed and nuzzled into his chest, “It’s okay,” he kissed the top of her head, “You know, daddy got chickenpox when he was little too.”

Danica tilted her head up to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

“My best friend caught them and then he came over to my house. He got his gross germs all over me and my sister,” he crinkled up his nose, making her giggle, “I was covered in itchy red spots just like you, but back then my mom put me and Thea into an oatmeal bath.”

“Oatmeal?” the three year old made a face.

“I know you hate eating it, but you don’t have to eat it just sit in it.”

“Ew,” she whined.

“It’ll make the itchy stop.”

She let out the most dramatic sigh, “Okay.”

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Pickup - Avengers x Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Words: 917
Pairing: Avengers x Reader x Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: pickup linesssss
Requested by @dark-angel-deluna
Hey! Can you do an imagine where the reader is super blushy and the Avengers flirt with her (like kiss her cheek or compliment her) just to see her blush alot. But one of them is sincerely flirting and crushing on her! (Much fluff and kisses) -DeL
Authors Note: plot twist this was originally gonna be a bucky fic but then it went nat

Masterlist. Request List.

Comebacks were not your thing.

Especially when the things being said to you was fake flirting.

Pick up lines, a million ways to be called beautiful, always being asked out, you were used to it by now. The Avengers were your closest friend, and after playing a prank on the entire team by using your powers, they wanted to get you back.

They knew you were one to blush, a lot, and this was the perfect thing to do. Flirt.

“I don’t understand why this is the route to get back at me,” You complained to Tony, the only one not participating in the payback.

“Maybe because you covered everything in the base in cheese?” Tony raised an eyebrow, “Everything.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any food ideas for bears who can't have cheese? It gives me bad tummy aches but I love Mac and cheese 😣

absolutely! so, there’s this really yummy gluten-free and dairy-free mac & cheese made by amy’s…

i eat this sometimes because i have celiac disease (gluten makes me extremely ill), i eat organic, and i choose to eat mostly vegan (i have to cheat when i lose too much weight and can’t get it back…), and it tastes just like regular mac and cheese, in fact maybe even better!

daiya, a notoriously non-dairy food company, also makes one…

i’ve never tried it, but i’ve heard many good things about daiya, so maybe give it a shot. i see amy’s much more often being sold in stores, so that’s why it comes to mind first!

annie’s homegrown also sells a dairy free mac and cheese, as well as so-delicious and ian’s “mac no cheese”! you can try as many out as you like. or, you can make your very own by cooking noodles and adding vegan cheese, if you’re up for the challenge~

good luck baby bear, and i hope you don’t eat things that make you feel sick anymore! ;—; 

- mod euphie

infant-lamb  asked:

Hei admin I'm an INTJ-T female and i have no idea how to approach two infps i absolutely love. I want to give them affection - any ideas ? I'm /pretty/ emotionless irl but I did confess via message to my infp my love - yet the other has a crush on me too Help me omg

INFP’s like the small things in a big relationship, yknow. Like they don’t really care much about the physical affection they receive as long as they can and are fully comfortable with putting their trust in you, and I think that one of the best ways to show affection to them is to trust them, too :^)

I dunno if I answered your question but I mustered up some cheese to make it sound nice is that ok

5-10 Things About Myself

I was tagged by @ask-miss-awesome-mod

1. I draw something every day, even if I’m not in the mood to draw

2. I like roller coasters, but I always freak out when I’m wait g in line to get on

3. I like stargazing because it reminds me of my best friend

4. Getting my hair done makes me fall asleep

5. The only kind of cheese I like is mozzarella

6. I get attached to people really easily 

7. I have this weird phobia of dogs, I like them and I think they’re cute, but I get really scar d when I’m near one, I don’t know why :/

8. I’m allergic to peanuts, tree nuts, and cats

9. I have asthma, so I need an inhaler

10. I have a scar on my knee from this one time someone ran over me with this Little Einsteins car thing

@monddraws @headphonesdude and @timidtimes

there’s a place in our area that makes gourmet macaroni and cheese. my favorite one is the buffalo chicken mac, because it kind of like…scratches my itch for wings without having to hunt down wings (i’m really, really picky about how i like my wings). when we moved last year, we moved out of the delivery radius, and it’s far enough away that it’s reaaaallllly inconvenient to try and go there for dinner or even lunch on the weekends, because traffic. also, the dine-in option is always packed, because it is SO beloved by customers.

today i decided i was going to try and reverse-engineer said macaroni and cheese. checked out a few recipes, noted what kind of cheese they use in the sauce, compiled a few ideas to duplicate the necessary elements. and now after an hour and a half of work, it’s about to come out of the oven, ready for consumption. it smells amazing, and i already tested the sauce as i was making it–pretty damn close to the original, if you ask me.

ughhhh i can’t WAIT.

cat-bat-batman replied to your postYou guys ever had a strawberry banana basil tomato…

Do you have a recipe

YES so pretty much everything I make has 8-10 oz of milk (or milk substitute for non-dairy people) and a banana, so those things, plus 1 typically-sized tomato or a couple of the smaller ones, I think about ¾ cups berries (mine were mostly strawberries which I thought was really good, but I’ve always like blueberries with basil too so that probably works), 2 tbsp cottage cheese, hella basil (or to taste lol)

anonymous asked:

how's life my friend?

pretty good right now! i had too much cheese in my dinner though so my stomach has been making some unhappy noises. my adhd is ON right now and i’m really talkative and i really want to talk about things but i don’t know what to talk about which is why i’m asking for anons! 

send me some anons if ya wanna!

anonymous asked:

Been sick for 4 months and just found out it's a new allergy to milk. Plz help. I can't even have some types of gum bc it has traces of milk proteins and my throat and face will swell. How do u live like this bE MY MENTOR

Well I became allergic to milk when I was 11 so I know what it’s like to have to give it up. This is what I’ve learned:

  • Never trust anything homemade by someone unless you are sure and even then question more. You’d be astonished by how many times people have told me there was no dairy and then say something like “Wait, butter is made from milk???”
  • Get very use to reading labels on packages and the allergy warnings. 
  • Be aware that quickly grabbing something to eat isn’t an option sometimes, so plan ahead.
  • Don’t let anyone fool you. You can fucking order pizza with no cheese and toppings and it can be great. I get no cheese and hamburger all the time. 
  • Oreos have no dairy. Don’t think about it too much just eat your goddamn oreos. 
  • As bad as it is, McDonalds, for a quick burger with no cheese and fries, has proven safe for me so far in my life.  
  • There is a company called “Dariya” that sells milk free mac & cheese that tastes great. If you have a Trader Joe’s store near you their soy ice cream is the bomb dot com. 
  • On the same note of good tasting things, there are two types of companies that makes allergy friendly food. There are the ones that genuinely want to make you a tasty allergy friendly snack and there are the ones that produce food that tastes like cardboard but hey who cares? They just get to slap a higher price sticker on it. 
  • Still on that note, Rice Dream dairy free ice cream can suck my dick. 
  • Restaurants always make a huge deal out of if you tell them you have an allergy. I’m not kidding half the time they send the chef to see you about the dish so they don’t get sued over your anaphylactic ass. It can get annoying.
  • Epipens are great. 

so my mother really likes cream cheese and so we always have some in the house and this morning she complained that it was empty so i mock-scolded her about how she’s always eating so much.

She then wondered if it was her who emptied it.

But it wasn’t.

It was me.

She doesn’t know i eat cream cheese, too (even though i have been since easter and she was present when i ate it, too).


I’m evil >:)

Through the Window (Pt 19)

Part 18
Part 19
Part 20

TTW Masterlist for all other parts

Sorry this took so long folks, I’ve been slowly adding to it during my uni stuff. I have my final deadlines on the 27th so after that hopefully this should be uploaded more regularly! I know I’m not uploaded on a normal day, but I figured you’d waited long enough :)

(Also shoutout to @winterwidowfondue for the help with the Russian translation. I haven’t put a translation at the bottom into English for you, as you will find out next part what it means! Or you will probably guess. Or look it up yourselves. Hey ho.)

After you tackle Bucky, you roll around on the bed for a while giggling, just enjoying being in each others arms.

“So, you know I have no idea what I’m doing.” You say after a while, you lying on the bed with Bucky next to you.

“And you think I do?”

“I’m the virgin here!” You protest, rolling onto your side, Bucky doing the same.

“Yeah but the last person I slept with was a guy.” He says, raising an eyebrow.

“How different could it be. You just put it in a different hole.” You say, Bucky grinning.

“Well clearly you’re the expert here.”

“Bucky.” You say slowly, knowing it was the wrong time to bring it up, but also knowing you were going to bring it up anyway.

“Yeah?” He asks.

“What did you say to me earlier?”


“When I was leaving your room to go home and get ready.” You say. Bucky pauses for a moment, then realisation spreads across his face, and his cheeks flush red.

“Nothing.” He says, unconvincingly.

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Stupid Mac & Cheese

Sam x Sister!Reader x Dean : Angsty Fluff

Request: I’m not sure if you would want to but could you do for the drabble #14 and/or #40 for a sister one? Love your blog btw :)

#14: “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

#40: “Hey, did I enter an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

Warnings: Description of Burns, Getting Burned, People Blaming Themselves

Author’s Note: Hope you like it anon! :) Also sorry it took so long to get this out! I just couldn’t think of something to do that I hadn’t already done before. 

                                                    -Reader’s POV-

Everything had been hard recently, monsters seemed to be at an all-time high and everyone was super stressed, especially me, since when anything ever went wrong, of course- most of the time it’d get blamed on me, ‘the problem child’, or the youngest, didn’t really see a difference there.

Right now I was making dinner after a really long day, we had all just come back from a difficult Rugaru hunt and were starving, so I offered to make something- which, since my brothers were tired, agreed to, even if I wasn’t as good a cook as Dean and certainly not a good cook compared to takeout, which, in entirety, would’ve been easier.

I was frustrated, as everything I started to make kept getting burnt or not cooked enough- I was fed up, and my brothers complaining every five seconds and asking me when the food would be done, made me more angry by the second…

I was currently, frazzled, moving as quickly as possible, trying to get the macaroni and cheese, which was pretty much the only decent thing i could make- out of the oven, while also trying to keep a conversation with Dean- who was not too happy about how our last hunt had ended…

“And I just think- Y/N….” Dean said, while I put a dirty plate in the sink,  

“Yeah?” I said looking over to him while walking over to the oven, opening it’s door.

“You should look at people when they’re talking to you, it’s about respect- Y/N-” Dean said, starting to raise his voice as I was just trying to get food on the table, so why was he complaining! “Y/N… Y/N!” Dean started to yell as I reached into the oven to take the food out- “FUCK!!!” I retracted my hand as fast as I could, pulling it close to my chest, somehow hoping the singe of the burn I just received would go away.

“Y/N! I was trying to tell you!” Dean yelled in a panicky way, rushing toward me, closing the foot of space between us, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the sink-

All of the sudden we heard clomping coming from the hallway, probably just Sam, I hoped… “What- h-h-happened?” Sam said, panting as you had imagined when he heard you scream, he just dropped everything and ran.

Dean turned the faucet on, making sure it was cold, then put my hand, where I had gotten burned under the cold water- “AH-Ooowww…” I tried to not wince or complain too much, I mean after all, I was a hunter- I should be able to handle a burn, no less a huge cut- which had happened before…

Dean fingered a loose strand of hair behind me ear and whispered to me, clutching me as I started to cry, thinking about everything, the recent stress- the anxiety, and just everything- I couldn’t stop- I wanted to be strong like them, but sometimes I just couldn’t- I was only so strong until I fell apart, and this was one of those times, “s-stupid mac and cheese..” I said, voice wavering.

“H-hey, it’s okay, shhhh… It’s okay Pumpkin, I got you, okay? Hey- I’m with you, okay? Always… You know that… A-and besides, you’re fine! You’re fine… I- this is my fault… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been distracting you.” Dean encouraged, and then sighed, blaming himself.

“Why did you scream? What’s- why are you crying? Dean… What did you do?!” Sam was still worried, and then started to yell, blaming Dean-

Dean looked over to Sam, still holding me, rubbing my arm trying to soothe me- “Y/N just got burned, okay? That’s all.” Dean stated, turning his attention back to me.

“Oh… A-alright, well, let me see Y/N/N,” Sam said walking over to one of the cabinets, opening it and reaching inside, pulling out the first aid kit, Dean shut off the water and sort of pushed and guided me to a part of the counter that was clear, helping me up to sit on it.

“Ahhhh- here we go!” Sam said, walking over to me with the first aid kit, placing it down on the counter, opening it to find what he need- “Dean, do you think you could get the mac & cheese out of the oven? - Carefully…?” Sam asked, making sure that no one else would get hurt.

“Yeah, sure- whatever…” Dean walked over to one of the counters, and bent down and opened one of the lower cabinets, probably to get a towel or an oven-mitt type of thing, but I turned back to Sam, seeing what he was looking for.

“Okay- so can I see the burn?” Sam asks in a mellow, caring voice, going to touch my hand that I currently was cradling in my lap, the palm of it having been burned. I just nodded and he gently and slowly grabbed the outside of my hand, making sure not to touch or grab haste at the burned part.

When he turned it over he grimaced a little- “Oh- geez… It-it’s fine! You’re fine- it’ll be okay..” Sam said trying to calm me- and make sure I didn’t freak out, although they didn’t do this to one-another when they got injured badly, they did it to me, and I supposed it was due to the fact that I was the baby of the family, or maybe because I was their baby sister? And the only girl left in our family? I wasn’t too sure, but I figured that was why…

Sam applied some ointment and a spongebob bandage- because I picked those ones out at the store- I know I’m a teenager, and I shouldn’t necessarily be using little kid band-aids, but I did, and I liked them because they were cool, and not just boring tan.

“There, that should be a little better! Voila!” Sam said silly, and made a funny face, to which I laughed- “Hey… Did I just enter an alternate universe, or did you really just crack a smile for me? AND laugh! Hah! I win- I’m the best Dean, you got that?” Sam said cockily, but in a funny way and started to dance around a little, shaking his butt at Dean.

“Yeah,yeah” Dean shooed him with his free hand as he had pulled the macaroni and cheese out of the oven- WITH- an oven mitt. 

Eventually we got eating, and now, it seemed none of us were stressed anymore- just having a good time, and taking it easy…

Originally posted by delicieuss

Someone Like You

Part 16

Previous part can be found here.


Hannah doesn’t know exactly how it happened, but they’ve agreed to go on another date. They’ve decided to go back to the park this time, Grace’s favourite park, in an attempt to eliminate the possibility of something else going wrong.

She hopes.

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If you’re a new follower, I’m Charlotte, and I am the admin here at KFCR. If you’re a veteran follower, you may know more, such as the fact that I am adopted from China. But what you don’t know is that today is my Dad’s birthday, who is also an avid social media user. 

When I was adopted, my Dad came to get me while my Mom stayed back in Canada to look after my sister who was only 5 years old at the time. So, my Dad was the very first person to welcome me to the Carbone family, and we’ve been best buds since. I love my Dad; he is super cool. He runs a blog (2 actually, we admin one together), makes really good spicy food (nothing is ever too spicy), and taught me everything I know about dancing (totally kidding on this one because I actually taught my Dad his wicked 5 dance steps). Other than that, he is always supportive, understanding, and caring, which I think are the most important things to be as a parent. I remember this one time I was internally crying over a sandwich because the restaurant had put cheese on it (I have a dairy allergy), and my Dad totally knew how much it bugged me for the rest of the day. So, he pep talked me out of a temper tantrum and I picked out the cheese. Anyways… 

We’re really similar, my Dad and I. We enjoy our quality introvert time, sitting in pyjamas on the couch for 3 hours or more watching CSI or Big Bang Theory. After 18 years of being family, we have pretty good telepathy as proven by the Cheese Sandwich incident of 2012. Sometimes the telepathy goes the wrong way though, like when I was in grade 4 and he caught me snooping through my Christmas resents under the tree. However, my Dad being so cool, just looked at me and said busted while probably trying not to laugh at me. 

I think it was fate, that in 1997 my Dad sat on a plan for 13.5 hours to pick up baby me. I couldn’t imagine anyone else being a better suited Dad for me. So again, happy birthday to the best Dad that I have, and will ever love.

-Charlotte  <3 

Hullo, kittens!

You’ve all seen my dumb face before, but here it is again, probably at its dumbest.

Five Things About Ann:

  • I have a very serious addiction to fall. It’s my jam. Give me all the cool weather and boots and leaves and cinnamon and scarves and schwoopy sweaters. Heaven.
  • My favorite place in the world is my bed.
  • I get weirdly obsessive when I discover a new thing I like. Read a good book? Immediately read it three times over. Like a band’s new album? Play on repeat for a week. Buy bitchin new boots? Wear everyday. Get a crush on a new boy? Sit outside his house in a bush with binoculars all day and night.*
  • Whenever I’m hungover or sick or can’t sleep, I put on The Mummy. It’s my ultimate comfort movie.
  • I eat waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY too much cheese.

I love these CS GTKYs so much! All of your beautiful, shining faces make me so happy! 





Right On Time
Most college students would probably mind having to work on their 21st birthdays.  I don’t.  I don’t have any desire to spend the night slinging back shots  that make my face pucker and my stomach churn with other drunk and  sweaty co-eds piled on top of each other at one of the 3 bars Panem U  has to offer.  Nope, I’m fine working my regular 7 PM-1 AM shift at  Mockingjay Mart, the small convenience store on the edge of town.   Besides, my birthday isn’t really until tomorrow.  Who cares if I’m  technically legal at midnight.  What really matters is that Prim’s  coming to visit tomorrow and we’re going shopping and getting dinner, and I can’t think of a better way to spend my birthday. After  the small rush of students picking up 6 packs and cheap wine for their  rowdy Friday nights dies down, it’s just me, the worn leather seat of  the stool I relax against, and the small television hung in the corner  playing the nightly news.  I’m actually tapping my fingers  against the counter I sit behind, checking my phone and trying not to note  that it’s exactly 5 minutes until my birthday when the door bells  jingle and I see familiar blond tufts of hair and friendly blue eyes as he makes his way through the door.  I sit up a little straighter,  catching his nod in my direction before he starts making his way to the  back of the store, where the beer coolers are located.  

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