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patchworkmelody · 1 year
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Some doodles of a bunch of Cool Original Guys. All belonging to Jareme, my little world of stuff.
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lolotheparagon · 10 months
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So there was a controversy in the Sanrio fandom circling around My Melody's mother for being a bad influence on children because of the toxic advice she gives to My Melody in her 2000s anime Onegai My Melody. And the reason why this controversy sprung up is because a fashion brand in Japan was going to be making designs with Mama Melody's quotes as slogans
So I took a look at some of her quotes and...
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Y'know, some of these (quotes 4,8,10 and 11) are just brutally honest (which is hardly a crime), others are comically bad (like quotes 2,3,6,9) but there are also others that confuse people because they are out of context. Quote 7 for example is taken out of context cos this was the saying in the original cartoon:
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The line was basically her riffing on her husband behind his back, which is funny. But as a sentence on its own, its fucking weird.
Another one was quote 1: . In the cartoon, there's a scene where My Melody repeats that quote to a boy who her friend Uta has a crush on, resulting in Uta rushing over to stop Melody before she says anything else embarrassing
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Again, funny in the cartoon, not AS funny taken out of context.
I can definitely see why people would get angry cos some of these lines are very awkward out of context or just flat out wrong (quote 3 is definitely the biggest offender here, cut that shit) but people claiming that My Melody's mother is some toxic bitch promoting bad stereotypes is fucking stupid.
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In the anime whenever My Melody is repeating her mother's advice to other people, they respond like this:
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So its pretty clear that Mama Melody's advice is NOT MEANT to be taken seriously. Its practically a running gag
And when Mama Melody isnt spouting out advice, her lines are generally very bizarre and that's kinda the joke?
Take a look at this scene where Melody is having a conversation with her father and her friend's father and then remembers something her mum said:
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HER DAD IS LITERALLY RIGHT NEXT TO MY MELODY AS SHE'S SAYING THIS IM DYING
So My Melody's mum gives out outlandish non-sequiturs or flat out bad advice that only her daughter listens to whilst everyone else is bewildered by it?
Thats fucking hilarious.
I think the biggest problem was why a clothes brand thought it was a good idea to make tshirts with sayings that are very context-heavy or just flat out bizarre advice as slogans in the first place. Which is why that clothes brand and Sanrio decided to cancel the idea before it even released, cos it rightfully got people pissed. Dont blame the character, blame a fashion brand for completely missing the fucking point
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fetusrave · 6 months
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I'm baking a Christmas cake using my grandmother's handwritten recipe, wish me luck
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ybcpatrick · 6 months
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it's my nana's birthday :^]
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andrwgarfields · 2 months
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one thing that is obvious from joes baking is that he is surprisingly super meticulous and a perfectionist, willing to do over things just to get it specifically right
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How they spend Christmas: Soap/Ghost/Oc  “Mutt”
Ghost spends it alone, if not throwing himself into missions. He may end up going to Manchester and visiting his brother’s grave if he can muster the strength to do so. I don’t see him as somebody who enjoys time off so he is either shipping off for whatever job is available or doing work on base because I imagine him probably having a position outside of the 141 as a superior if that makes sense. 
Johnny goes to visit family. I’m not sure why but he strikes me as somebody who comes from a big family, has nieces and nephews that are always so excited to see their uncle. With a drink in hand he’ll stand in the living room as Christmas carols play and politely nod to other’s stories and no doubt the occasional invasive questions about his job in the military. Eventually it all becomes too much, voices overlapping with questions of if he’s seeing anybody or when he plans to get out and settle down until the room starts to feel too small, he’ll stand up and excuse himself before giving his mother a kiss to the cheek and mumbling “i’ll be out for a bit” slipping out of the lively house until he finds himself at a local pub. Sometimes he won’t even watch the game that’s on, just lets himself get lost in his thoughts while staring at the tv until he realizes its been a few hours and he needs to head back home before somebody gets worried. Probably checks his phone often to see any messages from the 141, any updates about his teammates whether it be professional or personal
Mutt spends Christmas at her house alone. She inherited it after her parent’s passing when she was young. It’s deep in the woods and about an hour- two hour drive to the nearest town but she enjoys the solitude. While she will go and visit the town on occasion and make polite but stiff conversation with the shopkeepers that ask her how she’s doing and how her job is, she tends to spend the time by herself, going for long walks in the woods and dipping her feet in the creek she used to jump into as a little girl with her parents. Will end the night by reading by the fireplace or sitting on the porch and just enjoying the noises of nature that reminds her of her childhood. 
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dustbon · 2 years
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Since school is not a worry anymore for those two, skillbuilding and want fullfiling it is.
Mateo, you’re the heir. You better like baking.
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Regardless of your relationship with your employee, you should not expect them to do a job that isn’t theirs without them agreeing to it beforehand, and you most certainly shouldn’t storm off when they tell you they don’t want to do it because they want to bake today.
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sheepispink · 2 years
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ITS FINISHED!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAIKI 🫶🫶🫶🫶
its like super messy but this man spent 3000 yen on a regular coffee jelly so i think he purely cares about how it tastes rather than looks
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purple-is-great · 2 years
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on the other hand yes cooking and grocery shopping is a bit tiresome and requires effort, but i love that i am in charge of what i eat, completely and fully
okay not entirely, i do eat lunch at university restaurants every day and especially on weekends there's just one restaurant available, which has just one vegetarian course during weekends (but hey, it's 2.70€ for a meal i didn't cook myself, including bread and a salad that isn't a peeled carrot and maybe some cucumber or tomato)
but anyway, half of the time what i make is basically tomato sauce + beans or chickpeas + onion and zucchini + some carb but today i had a tin of baked beans (my beloved, the best thing ever at hotel breakfasts, yes i know the tomato sauce basically tastes like ketchup), and instead of making a sauce of all the other ingredients and pouring it on my grains (i bought some barley grains that are sort of similar to brown rice), i instead mixed the cooked grains and the beans and kept my onions and zucchini in the frying pan by themselves
and that was such a big difference! the texture of the zucchini was really different and it stood out from the other stuff a lot more, so i'll have to remember i don't always have to have a carb and a sauce to pour over it
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katya-goncharov · 2 months
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ugh i just went to the shop to get stuff to make garlic bread, and my parents knew full well i was doing it! but i come back and my dad's just taken over the kitchen to randomly start baking scones even though he KNOWS i can't cope with cooking when someone else is in the kitchen at the same time
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whatyoutaughtwasfear · 3 months
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i am going to have to eat nothing but baked beans, rice and pasta for like 2 weeks
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bakedspoonie · 4 months
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we finally got iggy!
So my grandma has had this iguana statue since I was a small child, we all called it iggy and I’ve been in love with it my whole life. My mum and I have mentioned before if we get nothing else in the will please give us iggy. We threatened to steal it because it seems like my uncle would probably be the one to get it even tho he doesn’t even like it! But my mum recently visited and I sent my famous sambuca shortbread with her. Apparently there were some arguments that led to my mum telling my grandma exactly what happened to her growing up (I don’t want to get into but imagine the worst thing that could happen to a young girl then make it even worse and you’ve hit the nail on the head). And it seems that it shocked her so much and made her so guilty she just sent my mum home with iggy. My feelings about iggys arrival are very mixed because while I love him it’s terrible that she had to even get into that and even worse that my grandma straight up didn’t know or care to know what was happening to her children when they were growing up.
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branmer · 7 months
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something you don't realise is so fucking tricky until you have braces and you're expressly not supposed to eat sugary stuff is how much there is a social expectation that everyone eats sweets. and it's actually really tiring to be constantly turning down sweet stuff and having to explain 'no i'm sorry i really can't'. and like so many people will react by going 'oh go on' and shoving the sweet thing in your face again. like you don't realise how truly everyone is addicted to sugar until you are forced into a position where you're having to refuse it constantly. like NO ONE seems to do savoury snacks anymore it's insane the expectation is just cake cake cake cake FUCKING cake god i am losing my mind
the next person who insistently offers me cake is getting it shoved up their arse i swear to god
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expederest · 8 months
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In the Bake Off tent this week, I do believe that it was chocolate week. So I dug through all of my saved recipes to find something different, and I came across an intriguing cake. A little something called a chocolate potato cake, so named because it includes a cup of mashed potatoes. Well, half a cup for me because I halved the recipe. Despite appearances, it's a small cake! I believe B. Dylan Hollis once attempted it, but I used a different recipe to his. One with a caramel frosting. I probably should have used one of the many chocolate frosting tubs we seem to hoard in the house, but caramel is better!
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dante-mightdie · 2 months
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A small req? Wheree we're a milf and our incel son eventually joins the military (you choose if he joins the military or meets at a bar I ain't gaf) and meets Ghost, 141 whatever. He brings Ghost home to his basement room(or the 141 bb do whatever you want) and ghost is surprised n shi that we this incel momma when we com with snacks or something like 'get outta here mom you're embarrassing me Infront of my new friends!" Is our sons reaction or sum. And ghostie pookie excuses himself up to the bathroom to sloppily makeout with us 🥺
nobody look at me i’m foaming at the mouth
c/w: simon is kinda strange but in a weird sexy way, mentions of misogyny, talks of sex must no actual smut, housewife kink kinda
it’s no secret that your son is a nasty little misogynistic shit. everyone on base has had the experience of standing next to him on a night as out when he gets a drink thrown in his face by whatever girl is he was chatting to
they’d been there every time he dogs out in front of everyone when you visit him on base. watching your eyes well up when your son tells you that he doesn’t like your new haircut or dress, that you’re too old to wear stuff like that
simon tried not to judge, appearances can be deceiving. perhaps you’re not all smiles and baked goods, maybe you’re an awful mother behind the scenes. he really tried. until he found out the real reason your son treats you like shit…
“she made my dad leave. he told me after they divorced that she wasn’t giving him what he needed, that’s why he had to go and get it somewhere else.” your son finally admitted one night after going through half case of beer
simon felt his hand tighten around his bottle as your son continued to ramble about how you were always busy with shit jobs. waitressing, cleaning or retail. he spent most of his childhood never getting all the latest toys and clothes because you could never afford it, too busy catching up on late bills to make sure there was a roof over both of your heads
“she’s so selfish.”
‘fuck being non-judgmental’ simon thinks. this kid doesn’t know how lucky he is. having a such a lovely mum like you, never losing your patience with your son even when he treats you like dirt. always trying to greet him with a hug or kiss just for him to push you away. begging him to call when he’s away just so you can know your boy is safe :(
“sounds like your mad at your mum for being the one that stuck around, lad.” price buts in, shaking his head with a small laugh.
you had been a topic of discussion the night after your first visit to the base. the product of a few glasses of bourbon shared between simon and john
“did you see the new recruits mother? fuckin’ hell, if I were 10 years younger I’d be all over that.” price admitted, adjusting his hips as he leaned back in his desk chair. simon let out a small grunt of agreement, having thought about this since he first laid eyes on you
simon had come to the conclusion that you both just needed a good man in your life. your son needed a father figure that would actually stick around, he could tell by the way your son looks up to him and the captain, eager to impress them
and you. oh, you. with your sweet, simple dresses and adoring smile. simon wishes you’d smile at him like that. all that cooking that your son lets go to waste could go to him instead. you could cook his favourite dinners for him and take care of his house whilst he’s away at work, whipping the boy into shape. teaching him every thing that your sack of shit ex-husband clearly didn’t
he’d be so good to you too. he knows it’s been a while since you’ve had a man to take care of your needs. he sees the way you nearly drool as you watch him running laps around the field, tatted arms on display. he’d spit you open so nicely on his cock and he knows you’d take him so well too, your pretty cunt would he creaming all over him
he soon takes advantage of this knowledge, subtly convincing your son to invite him over to your home on leave. dropping some story about how his flat is getting some work done and that he only lives 20 minutes from you both. your son was quick to offer the lieutenant a place to stay, telling him that he could take your room. that you could sleep on the couch for a couple weeks.
‘we’ll share the bed.’ simon thinks, but he doesn’t dare say it to your sons face. can’t have this little brat meddling with his plan
his arrival is clearly a surprise to you from the way you rush about shortly afterwards to start scrubbing the house top to bottom, rattling off apologies about the state of everything. simon quickly shuts down any offer of him taking your bedroom
“keep your bed, love. I’ll take the sofa.” he grumbles, sipping the tea that you made for him whilst your son rolls his eyes from the other side of the kitchen
he can see the way your eyes look at him with this longing. he knows it won’t take much to get you into bed. poor thing that hasn’t had anyone to look after her for years
he spends the next few days proving to you that he can provide. helping you carry anything heavy, drying the dishes after you’ve watched them, fixing the handy jobs around the house
you’re constantly praising him, focusing your love and attention towards him instead of your ungrateful son and the boy hates it. which is just the cherry on top, simon thinks
“your mother is so lucky to have a son like you. you must help her around the house all the time!” you coo, fidgeting with your skirt
“my mum passed away… jus’ me left out of the whole family.” simon admits, solemnly
“you poor thing, I’m so sorry. you’re welcome here anytime…” you gasp softly, placing your delicate hand on his arm and squeezing the muscle of his bicep gently and simon is ashamed to say it made his cock twitch against his thigh
“thank you, sweetheart… such a lovely girl, aren’t you?” he smiles behind his mask, reaching over and wrapping his arm around your waist. he pulls you against him, putting one hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he hoists you up onto the kitchen counter
he squeezes his large frame inbetween your spread legs, leaning forward to look into your widened eyes
“been so good to me, love. taking care of me. such a good mum to your son, ya just need a good man to be a wife to, don’t you?” he says, pushing your skirt up your lap and revealing your thighs to him
he feels your thighs squeeze his waist, an aroused reaction from you. your body slumps into his with a natural submission that makes his cock ache. he lowers his hand and hooks his mask over his nose, revealing the scar running over his lip
“s’alright, darling. ‘m here to look after you now. me, you and the boy will be a nice happy family, yeah?” he says with a small smirk. leaning forward to mould his lips against yours before you can answer
he hears the little whimper you let out as you kiss him back, a little sloppy and inexperienced from years of being single, too busy with your son and work to date
but that’s okay because simon’s here now. ready to claim his family.
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