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Body Positivity Win! Pinnacle Foods’ CEO Just Pointed Out That Mrs. Butterworth Isn’t Exactly What You’d Call Thin

In a world saturated with unrealistic beauty standards, it’s heartbreaking to see the effects such limited portrayals of the female body have on women’s self-confidence and self-worth. Though many companies seem content with merely paying lip service to the cause of body positivity, Pinnacle Foods is actually walking the walk: Its CEO, Bob Gamgort, just pointed out that Mrs. Butterworth isn’t exactly what you’d call thin.

So. Much. Yes! Other brands, take note, because this is how you do body positivity.

“Let’s just say that Mrs. Butterworth has definitely got a bit of meat on her bones,” said Gamgort, subtly raising his eyebrows as he seemed to intimate that reporters understood exactly what he was talking about. “She’s more what you’d probably describe as…“curvy,” if you know what I mean.”

Wow. It’s so nice to see a CEO who just gets it.

Taking a stand for all the women out there who are sick of seeing stick-thin models in advertisements and on billboards, Gamgort remarked that Mrs. Butterworth isn’t going to be walking down any catwalks in Milan any time soon, and left it at that. And as for impressionable young girls who may compare themselves unfavorably to the size-two actresses they see on TV, the CEO said that it’s pretty hard to imagine any girl going on some sort of a crazy crash diet because they idolize Mrs. Butterworth.

Simply amazing. Major kudos to Bob Gamgort and Pinnacle for showing other companies what it means to celebrate people of all shapes and sizes. Body positivity FTW!

A Compiled List of All Names (So Far) from Markiplier Makes

(This totally isn’t in order lol)


“The Sausage”

“Mr. Butterworth” Fischbach

“Sandy Vagina”


“The Crust” Nestor

“Quicksand” Neth-sster


“The Cheese” Scheid

“The Apocalypse” Scheid

“The Castle”  Scheid 

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Your comments and likes gave me life, thank you so much! Your interest literally kickstarted me into a 5-days long writing haze, from which this fluff was born. This is the fastest I’ve ever came up with a story and then WROTE IT!
The usual warnings. Un-betaed, all mistakes are still mine, do not own Marvel, etc. I was trying to post it as quickly as possible, so there might be some mistakes I’ve missed.
I hope you enjoy it!

This is a sequel to this

Bucky just wanted for Tony and Steve to meet. He imagined numerous times how this could go, the two of the most important people in his live chatting a little, getting to know each other, preferably in a cozy hipster coffee that Tony would hate on a principle and Steve would love for the same reasons.

You have to be careful what you wish for, because it might just happen. Just not the way you imagined.

“Damn, Barnes, you went all out for lil’ ol’ me today. Is it a special occasion?” Clint gasped mockingly. “Did I miss our anniversary?”

Bucky didn’t grace him with a verbal answer and just flipped him off. He looked damn good so fuck ‘em. He closed the door in the Birdbrains face, but he could still hear his cackling outside. Why were his friends such assholes? OK, he WAS one of the asshole friends, but still.

“Don’t pay attention to Clint. I accidentally let him drink too much wine. It’ll wear off,” Steve called out from the kitchen. A few moments later, he appeared at the door separating their living room from the kitchen. His cheeks an the tips of his ear were a rosy red colour, which could only mean that he had been drinking the cooking wine along with Clint. Steve was nearly impossible to outdrink and Bucky could count on the fingers on one hand the times Steve had actually gotten drunk. Nevertheless, his pale Irish skin was always sure way to know if he was “cooking” with wine. The blond stared at him and he could see the moment the switch flipped in Steve’s mind.

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anonymous asked:

wait were they being serious about cheating on someone or was it just a joke? i can't tell sometimes

They were jokingly referring to my Mrs. Butterworth Vine.  So let me clarify officially: I did not have sex with a syrup bottle and cheat on my girlfriend.

I’m gonna open up myself a flea market And you’re gonna wish that you did And retire on the profits

First off, I’m gonna empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars And I’m gonna put ‘em on a shelf With my 800 dollar a month tax free Century21 shop And then I am going to put my Mrs. Butterworth syrup jars on the shelf Next to all the commemorative fast food chain glasses and cups I’ve accumulated over the past 62 years

Then I’m going to get some plywood I’m going to get some plywood And cut them up into two by two feet squares Then I’m going to get some burlap And I’m going to cut them into two by two feet squares And then I’m going to put them onto the pieces of plywood And then I’m going to go to the beach I’m going to go to the beach And I’m gonna collect some shells and driftwood

And then I’m going to take the shells and driftwood And glue them onto the plywood and burlap And sell 'em for lots of money People will be paying top dollar For my kids’ new used new toys and clothing Then maybe someday I can get rid of that piss-stained mattress I’ve been sleeping on

—  Kurt Cobain