#Chocolate Cherry Fudge

[criminallyaddictedtomilk]

[lovertm]

pop-tart light-switch & outlet covers by Zen Creations

[fullcravings]

Fudgy Cherry Chocolate Brownies

[fattributes]

Banana Split Cake

[kawaii-foodie]

by.boramm

[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Hot Fudge Sundae ~

[utena-fanmerch]

what flavor ice cream would everyone in utena be

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

FILE UNDER: CHOCOLATE OVERDOSE, HOT FUDGE, SWEET TREATS, DINER DESSERTS, L.A. STYLE, AMERICANA, AMERICAN STYLE, ETC...

PIC INFO: Resolution at 1440x1800 -- Spotlight on the trademark and decadent Hot Fudge Cake, vanilla ice cream between two layers of Devil's Food Cake, smothered in hot fudge, with whipped topping and maraschino cherry, only available at Bob's Big Boy, Burbank, CA. 📸: Instagram: @jgcelebrity2000, c. May 2023.

Source: www.discoverlosangeles.com/eat-drink/bobs-big-boy-the-story-of-an-la-icon.

[addictivepsychology]

[hunger-not-by-number]

brownie sundae with cherry fudge ice cream, chocolate sauce, pistachios, & a cherry

[clairiechan]

I've been redrawing some of my old pixel art, this wasn't too old to begin with but I drew it in a cup with a straw lmao. I never posted the original because it growled at me.

UPDATE I fixed the sides and the bottom of the bowl. They were bothering me a lot. No one will ever know.. Except Twitter.

[cyallowitz]

Happy National Ice Cream Day!

As if I would pass up on making a post about this holiday.  It’s summer, so go enjoy any type of ice cream you wish.  No judging on flavor, toppings, or method this day.

[fullcravings]

Cherry Garcia Fudge

[trippsykes]

Chocolate Cherry Marshmallow Fudge

[sturnioz]

fratboy!chris has no reason to hang out with girls if there's no fucking involved — but it's a little different with shy!reader.

the subway car is fairly quiet, the faint hum of the train along the tracks the only sound breaking the stillness. a few strangers occupy random seats, each absorbed in their own world — some listen to music through plugged-on earphones and bluetooth headphones, some are busy reading their books, turning their pages softly, and others have surrendered to their tiredness, their eyes closed, heads leaning against the cool metal poles or the windows.

you're sitting on one of the wall seats beside chris, your anxiety bubbling beneath the surface as your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip, a nervous habit. your leg bounces restlessly, tapping against the hard floor as you glance up at the digital clock on the train's schedule, the late hour staring back at you.

now, you don't have a curfew at all — but you've always been mindful of getting home at a reasonable hour to avoid worrying your parents, and with your phone dead and unable to call them about your whereabouts, a wave of unease washes over you at the thought of getting into some sort of trouble.

chris is calm and relaxed beside you, his legs comfortably spread, knee bumping against yours as the train ways. his head rests back on the wall, eyes closed, while he chews on a stick of a lollipop that he devoured minutes ago, the muscles in his jaw twitch with each chew.

spending the entire day together was a little odd. you were originally heading to the city alone (after mustering up the courage when your friends had told you they all had plans) and you had bumped into chris on the way into the station. he was straightforward with his questioning, wondering why someone as shy as you would go to the big city alone, before announcing that he was coming with you.

the two of you spent the day walking the busy streets of the city, going into your favourite little thrift stores — which you felt embarrassed with when chris followed you inside instead of heading to a different store, making small comments under his breath and snorting at the little trinkets he came across. when he had led you towards the large stores, the price tags that made you squirm, you trailed behind like a little puppy, feeling out of place.

and when you went to go eat, that's when time had seemed to go by so quickly. you were enjoying yourself in the markets, eating delicious foods at stalls that left your stomach full — although you definitely made some room when chris brought you to one of his favourite dessert stalls, sharing a chocolate fudge and cherry sundae.

"will you fuckin' stop, kid?" chris grumbles suddenly, interrupting you from your memories of today, and your eyes flit to him. his hand lands firmly on your knee to stop your restless bouncing. "you're pissin' me the fuck off with your thumpin'... like a fuckin' rabbit, jesus christ."

"sorry." you whisper an apology, warmth riding to your cheeks as you try to steady your nerves, but it only spikes when you realise chris' hand remains on your knee.

"you need to relax, a'ight? because you on edge right now is.. well, it's makin' me all fidgety 'n shit. just relax... breathe," he tells you as he shifts, his head rolling to the side to meet your gaze, his eyebrows scrunched. "seriously, kid, what's got you all jumpy? huh?"

"it's late," you murmur quietly, glancing at the digital clock once again.

"late?" chris echoes, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement. "what? don't tell me that you got a curfew or some shit?"

"no, no," you shake your head. "it's just that... i always make it home at a certain time so my parents don't have to worry about me, and not only did i go into the city today, but my phone is dead too. i'm really worried that they've been trying to call me and—"

"okay, okay, okay," chris interrupts your rambling, a huff escaping his lips as he shifts his hips, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. "you know your parents' number, yeah? jus' call from my phone, kid. tell 'em you got busy and your phone died — it's easy."

you nod slowly, taking a much more relaxed breath as you accept his phone to do just that. chris scoffs quietly, resuming his chewing on the lollipop stick while squeezing your knee, before slumping his head down nonchalantly on your shoulder, listening as you speak to your parents — completely unaware of you trying to keep your voice steady and ignoring the flurry of butterflies through your stomach at the close proximity.

© STURNIOZ