For people who love Grimace! ♡

The newest ‘Queer Icon’ is unironically a big ass tastebud!

Who knew?? Also; who has purple tastebuds? Lmk!

rip to harrowhark nonagesimus, you would’ve loved anti psychotics and white people chicken

Give a sweet treat to your Taste Buds! . .

Let's try new flavor in a cake in this summer. DM for Order 👇 @7057423626

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Guilt of Peace

A moment in the Noceda household a few weeks after the Day of Unity.

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i think the true testament to hua cheng's insane power is how he was able to stomach xie lian's cooking AND have nothing happen to him. gods and other ghosts kings have fallen to xie lian's cooking and then there's hua cheng who's having his second helping

King Dipshit, an evil ghoul companion for my lone wanderer, old idea I had from FO3. I don't really have much on this guy except that I NEED to draw him out with a few journal entries from my lone wanderer - named Lovelock - describe King Dipshit. [entry_5 September 2277] King Dipshit - that's what people at Megaton call him - (I never ask why) is a foul man of small statues with a voice like a foghorn, rough language, and keen perception. [entry_10 September 2277] His favourite food are mirelurk pemmican, shit on a shingle (S.O.S) , and coffee. For the S.O.S, he said the meat is iguana but I'm quite sure they're either mutant or centaur flesh, or human, whatever. Mr. Dipshit offered me a plate of hot shit on shingle once, the meat was not very good. It tasted like the 'chef d'ouvre' of the devil's kitchen, the most offensive meat I ever tasted and so that I found it impossible to took another bite. He found my reaction amusing, but slightly annoyed, and go off murmuring insignificant notes in his foreign tongue. [entry_12 September 2277] Nasty, stinking, bitter, puddle water is how I describe Mr. Dipshit's coffee. He refuse to drink sweet potato coffee even though they're far more easy to come by and less costly. The nasty coffee made him very, very chatty and I soon learned he had excel me in talkativeness.

This poll brought to you by the fact that my spouse was VISCERALLY offended when he almost accidentally ate my salt n vinegar chips instead of his plain ones.

When ronin meets the other turtles in the comic he will have a desire to protect all of them

obvisouly not going to give away how the first interaction goes-

but going by the "he asked for no pickles" dynamic for future reference,

ronin muttered that he didn't want pickles and the other three fought to get to the front desk and say the line-

oh wait look its visualised

POV you an employee at the Keya Mcdonalds

they all wanna be the one in the meme

Be careful kids it starts out with thinking "Hey dipping a lemon in vinegar might be nice" and before you know it you're eating a lemon on its own and thinking it's not sour enough for you

important to note is that the reason hua cheng enjoying xie lian's awful food and not telling him it's bad works is because he's playing along with xie lian's act. xie lian's KNOWS his food is shitty, he is doing it on purpose, because all of it – the chaotic cooking, the inventive names, the godawful taste – reminds him of his mother and he does not want to talk about it, so he just plays carefully oblivious whenever people try to discourage him from cooking and keeps doing it. lying to your partner if their cooking is awful is bad practice, but hua cheng praising xie lian's cooking (not excessively but just enough to be encouraging) is perfect for them, because it lets xie lian just enjoy this moment of feeling close to his mother without needing to be defensive about it. once AGAIN an example of how tgcf takes unhealthy codependent romance tropes and flips them on it's head to make it the most profound shit ever. height of romance. what in the fuck

Happy birthday, Grimace! 💜

🎂 I'm sad that i waited too long to create birthday art for Grimace, but I'm happy I didn't cancel it, thank goodness! 💞

hc that the moment jason got his Ambrosia taste back was after he went to visit Sally and tried her blue cookies, and for the first time ever, Jason's Ambrosia started having actual taste, and it tastes like Sally's blue cookies, it tastes like home.

thin mint haters are like christ on the cross in 21st century american society honestly

After over a year of procrastinating and getting distracted with life, my sister and I have finally finished our passion project of making our favorite fanfic into a book! It's over 500 pages of mystery, murder, and romance and I'm so happy to have it in my hands.

(Not for sale or anything I'm just very excited to share)

If you haven't read and would like to, here's a link to Kittebasu's fic here!

allergy season attacks hawkins particularly badly one year and it hits steve like a freight train. stuffed nose, headaches, body chills, fatigue, the works. he's never been good at being sick; he gets too whiney and too dependent on those around him even though he can indeed get out of bed to make his own bowl of cereal. and poor eddie has no idea what to do so he makes steve the thing his momma would make him when he was sick, the cure all to feeling better: chicken and dumplings.

eddie's in the kitchen for hours as he tries to perfect the recipe, calling up wayne to help decipher his sister's handwriting from an old recipe rolodex, shooing steve out of the kitchen when he comes in moaning and pitiful and seeking cuddles. the dumplings might turn out too tough and lumpy and the broth a little too salty, but he's proud of himself nonetheless. eddie carries the bowl into their room on a little tray with a gentle smile and extra biscuits on the side, and pulls a chair up to the bedside to spoonfeed steve like the miserable baby he is all because of a stuffy nose.

but the first bite has steve grimacing, causing eddie's smile to shift into a frown as he blows on another bite so it won't be too hot.

"you don't like it?" eddie asks, pouting and giving the puppy dog eyes to end all other puppy dog eyes.

and steve doesn't have the heart to tell him that he's never liked chicken and dumplings, even when his great-grandma made it that one time she visited and made the dumplings from scratch. so he forces himself to smile, forces his face to unpinch and happily take another bite as eddie offers it.

"no, it's not that," he says as well as he can around a mouth of food and stopped-up nose. "just can't taste all that much right now, you know 'cause of the mouth breathing and stuff, and that bite was just a bit too hot and... umm..."

with no more excuses coming to his allergy-riddled brain, steve opens his mouth like a baby bird and eddie grins like there's no place he'd ever want to be and feeds him another bite of his least favorite food in the world. or well, that's not entirely true since this version is his new favorite, and it's all because of the love that was put into it. so he'll hide his disgust and eat the goddamn chicken and dumplings if it means steve will get to see more of those smiles from eddie.