#✧.* mixing the dough

[plomegranate]

i love palestinian and arab culture so much.

my grandma wearing thobes around the house and making us tamriyeh. my cousins wedding when we all wore thobes and keffiyehs and took photos downtown and we danced with someone playing the guitar on the street and this lady stopping us to tell us we all looked so beautiful. walking the graduation stage in a thobe. the girl who liked to guess arab peoples ethnicities telling me "you're wearing tatreez... do you want me to write 'palestinian' on your forehead?" the keffiyeh my brother keeps on the drivers seat of his car.

my dad sending me off to my last semester of college with 2 pomegranates and a jar of palestinian olive oil. my cousins wife coming up with new ways to make zaatar and cheese pastries. me and my grandma sitting on the floor and making waraq 3neb- my job was to separate the leaves so she could roll them easier. my mom sending me and my brother to school with eid cookies for my teachers and tasking us with delivering some to the neighbors. my aunt glaring at me and piling more food on my plate and then asking if i was still hungry (i wasnt). my mom always telling me to invite my friends and cousins over for dinner and asking me what they like to eat. my family getting my dad knafeh instead of cake for his birthday. the man who told me i made the "best fetteh in the western hemisphere".

the man in the shawarma shop who gave me my fries for free and baklava i didnt order because we spoke about being palestinian while he took my order. the person on tumblr who i bonded with because we are from the same palestinian city. the girl i met on campus who exclaimed "youre palestinian? me too!" because i was wearing my keffiyeh. the girl in my class that showed me the artwork about palestine her dad made and donated for fundraising. the couple in the grocery store who noticed my palestinian shirt and talked with me for 20 minutes and ended up being a family friend. the silly palestinian kids i tutored sighing in disappointment when i told them i was born in america because they were hoping that id have been born "somewhere cooler". my friends family who bought me dinner despite me being there by chance and having met me for the first time the day before.

the boys starting uncoordinated dabke lines in my high school's hallways. the songs about the longing and love for our land. the festivals and parties and gatherings where everything smells like shisha and oud. memories of waiting in the car for an hour as my parents talked at the doorway of their friends homes. my cousins and i showing up at each others homes with cake or fruit or games as if it was the first time we ever visited even though we always say "you dont have to".

kids stubbornly helping to clean and make tea after a meal while being told to go sit down because they are guests. the necklaces in the shape of our home countries. people hugging and laughing and acting as if theyve known each other for years because they come from the same city or know people with the same last name. the day i finally got to bully my friends into letting me pay the bill because i had a job and they were still students. my moms friend who calls us every time she's at the grocery store to see if we need something

palestinian people are so resilient and hardworking and charitable. they love their culture and their community and are so quick to share and welcome anyone in. everyday i am so thankful and proud to be part of such a warm and lovely culture

[build-a-stim]

sugar scent hearts kitty (2018) for @ramthesillyram

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[talos-stims]

unbakedbar on ig | source

[pizzabox-box]

"A silly blunder"

Sneak peak of the upcomming Dead man walking comic, where Peppi-no and Gustavo chat and stuff.

[marclef]

So if Fakey hates baths and getting wet, then how does he stay clean?

..... clean?

he doesn't care about Clean all that much. not that it's too important anyways, since his body kinda just... naturally absorbs any outside smells. he doesn't really smell like much of anything.

but if it DOES end up getting bad enough, then warm water and baths is alright. it makes the whole "turning into a literal pile of wet goop" thing much more tolerable.

especially if there's bubbles. bubbles are tasty.

[koucholate]

kaikun while in france

meme going around on twitter

[yo-gummy-sharks]

Cookie Dough from Strawberry Shortcake (2003)

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[eternal-stuck]

Sometimes the instincts take over

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

just so we’re clear, shit like this is why i would never in a million years willingly go to the phouse

[sillysillyprice]

...

Well, at least October is coming to an end and this will be over

And if anyone asks, YES, THE ENTIRE BUDGET WENT ON THE FIRST ONE AND THAT'S WHY IT TOOK SO LONG 🪦

@thegreatlock

[build-a-stim]

hot fudge sundae bear (2010) for @saliosis!

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[talos-stims]

unbakedbar on ig | source

[bakery-anon]

✧. ˚Calcu-Hell➶˚

warnings. fem reader, reader is stressed man (math does that to a person), maybe overuse of the name pretty girl but who can really blame me?, be nice <3

words. 593

a/n: this is not for me to be perceivable- this is for molly bcs she said she wanted an Akaashi fic and I had time to kill on my bus ride home <3 I hope you like it Molly <33333 (no pressure if you don't though, in which case kindly ignore this post lol)

The minute Akaashi made his way through the threshold of your apartment he knew something was wrong. The lights in the living room were off, flicking the lights on he blinked his eyes a few times to adjust. His eyes scanned the room, looking for your blanket clad form on the couch but not seeing it there, your blanket still folded neatly over the arm. His keys clink as they drop into the ceramic bowl, one side chipped from where you knocked it off the table a few months ago. 

He made his way through the silent house, feet barely making sound over the wooden floors. Quickly making his way to the office door he knocked lightly and opened the door just enough to peek his head in. He smiled slightly as he saw you hunched over the desk and furiously scribbling on a piece of paper. 

He shuts the door silently behind him, you must not have heard him over the stress of getting the paper done. He could see your furrowed brows and how your teeth were worrying at your lip. His fingers tap your shoulder and he chuckles lightly as your figure jumps. “Keiji,” your voice is tired as your head turns to face him. 

“Hello pretty girl, what’s worrying your pretty head huh?” He bends down so he’s leaning over the chair and can see the abused paper: equations, eraser marks, and even a small tear at the top left corner are present with just how long you’ve been working on it. His hand rubs gentle circles on your back as you sigh and lean into the touch. 

“I feel like I’m in Calcu-hell. Why did I sign up for this class again?” Your hand flies up and pinches the bridge of your nose as you groan. Akaashi lets out another soft laugh and leans towards you to kiss your forehead. 

“Because you’re smart,” you go to cut him off but he grabs hold of your hand and tilts his head as he gives you a knowing look. “You’re so smart, and funny, and I love the way your face lights up when you get a question that was stumping you right. You signed up for the class because you wanted to prove to yourself that you were smart.” You frown at him and roll your eyes. He lightly flicks your forehead. 

“I don’t have to prove myself to anyone.” 

“I know that pretty girl. You’re very good at math, I know that.” He nods his head and he can see the scowl on your face exaggerate, he knows you’re forcing yourself not to smile at this point. “You’re very good at Calculus and everything you set your mind to. I love you even if you are stubborn as a rusty door.”

You grumble and he smiles. “It’s not fair. I’m just trying to be upset over calculus and you have to come in here and be all sweet. How dare you.” Your eyes narrow at him and your arms cross. “How unreasonable of you.”

“Yes, I know. It’s very unreasonable of me.” He grabs the extra chair and sits down next to you. His hold reaches for yours again and even though you’re pretending to be mad you lock your fingers together. “Now, what are we working on?” He adjusts his glasses on his face and looks over your shoulder.

I guess Calculus isn’t so bad if you have a boyfriend who loves you holding your hand while you lose your mind. You’ll just lose your minds together.

taglist. @hiraethwa @akaakeis @mollyrolls

guys if this was bad don't tell me lol, this was more writing exercise than like fic

[bobipineman]

The noise: So Bruno... can you explain what is this thing..

Bruno: Oh that a long story. I was jealous of the success of my rival and it restaurent. Will I struggled to make the end meet, this cheap knockoff of a chef was mocking italian cuisine..

So I used the dark art to create the perfect clone...

The resemblance was a bit off.. but the copy was good enough. I just need to give it first order and fortune and glory will be mine

But I didn't think this thing would rebel right after it 'birth' I was his creator, it my servitor and after all it first reaction was to assault me brutally

Bruno: my god what I did to deserve this? The noise: (jesus... this dude is a psychopathe)

[puzzlevision]

the grand slams if its an inazuma eleven team (dont mind the battery)

[certifiedceliac]

Gluten Free Cookie Dough Brioche Rolls (via The Loopy Whisk)