#Green Bread Loaf

[fullcravings]

Lemon Yogurt Zucchini Bread

[silverplums]

doodled medkit in that one knockoff gartic phone game on roblox /lh

[ramune--pop]

😭😭 ugly ass 😭😭😭

[glacier-verglas]

Which Aardman Villain are most likely to survive in Red Light Green Light Challenge in Squid Game (2021) and which one is most likely to get eliminated in Red Light Green Light Challenge in Squid Game (2021)?

Melisha will probably survive the red light green light because i think she'd be the type of person to push people so they'd get eliminated 🥲

Queen Victoria is small so she can hide behind Melisha or Piella while they're just pushing people 😶

Piella might also push people easily because Piella is strong and big 🙃

Agent Red is trained but I think its either Melisha or Piella pushes her so she'll get eliminated and for some reason i think if there is a chance she'll survive is she'll work smart and switch hiding behind different people until she gets in the end 😗

And Feathers McGraw, i think he'll just slide through the middle of peoples legs and trip them 🤔

And if they're sidekicks count, Dr. Fry will probably just be behind Melisha , and Melisha will probably just give him orders like when to walks or when to stop😊😊

(note: this is only based on the Aardman villains i know because i haven't watched everything) 🥲🥲

[fattributes]

Matcha Red Bean Cake Bread

[askwhatsforlunch]

Smoked Salmon and Green Onion Sandwiches

"Oh, they are so good!" said Ava, biting hungrily into these Smoked Salmon and Green Onion Sandwiches, as we were having a picnic on Cheltenham Beach in Devonport. "I can't believe you put so much flavour into something you whipped up so quickly!" I was more than a little bit chuffed, but I must say, they are really good, especially if you intend to eat them on a beach! Happy Saturday!

Ingredients (serves 2):

3 heaped tablespoons sour cream or crème fraîche

1 teaspoon dried tarragon

1/2 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper

1 large Green Onion

4 large slices Wholemeal Loaf

1/2 tablespoon unsalted butter, softened

abou4t 60 grams/2 ounces Smoked Salmon 

Spoon sour cream into a small bowl.

Add dried tarragon and black pepper, and give a good stir until well-blended.

Finely chop Green Onion, and stir into the cream mixture. Place in the refrigerator, at least half an hour.

Toast Wholemeal Loaf, and allow to cool completely.

Generously spread Green Onion and tarragon cream onto two of the toasted Wholemeal Loaf slices, and butter on the two others.

Lay Smoked Salmon onto the buttered Wholemeal Loaf slices, and close sandwiches together. Keep in the refrigerator until serving time.

Cut Smoked Salmon and Green Onion Sandwiches in halves, and wrap in cling film if bringing on a picnic!

[roseunspindle]

Webtoon Food

[whats-in-a-sentence]

We can now illustrate cosmic history by combining the concept of expanding space with the loaf-of-bread description of spacetime from Chapter 3.

"The Fabric of the Cosmos" - Brian Greene

[istherewifiinhell]

Have you ever gotten into your regular baking rhythms. You make bread this often. Muffins that often. On a regular schedule to replenish your supplies. And then, sundenly, you realise A Day is coming up and you have a Personally Significant and Highly Specific Tradition.

I had already locked in enough prep work, the decision was made for me. It's crazy, there's no way it turns out like a more suited baked good.

-"So you did it?"

But of course.

I present. Wifi's pineapple carrot cake muffins with non branded fruit explosion filling. With a twist. With a couple twists.

[ID from alt: A mixing bowl filled with green batter, flecked with shredded carrot. END]

[ID from alt: 1. Small pot filled with dark reddish purple berry sauce. 2. A white spoon with sauce on the back attempting to show the colour better. END]

-"Oh you made sure to only use really purple fruits for the filling?"

Absolutely not its 50 percent strawberry I put food colour in that bad boy.

[ID from alt: 1. Muffin tray lined with various silicon muffin wrappers. Partically filled 2. Filled completely. You can see the fruit filling under the second layer of batter in some parts. END]

Now i COULD HAVE SWORN. I took a photo of the filling step but my phone disagrees with me >:l

[ID from alt: The cooked muffins in the tray. "Golden" brown on top, thus creating a browner green. Some of the fruit filling has burst a bit. END]

[ID from alt: 1. Muffin upside down on a blue plate out of the muffin wrapper. The fruit filling spilling out the side looks almost black in colour. 2. Cut in half to see the green inside better. The filling is thin in the center and has squished out to the sides of the muffin. END]

Remember to adequately reduce and chill ur fruit filling. It will make it look less like this. HOWEVER. I was impatient.

The photograph really don't quite capture these. The are an experience to eat and see in person. They have been described as "some halloween shit" and "2012 ooze like" both of which is a fine compliment to me.

But happy normal day everyone. If the world is getting you down. Take a muffin.

[bruce-morrow]

Friends in Green Mountain National Forest, Vermont, 2023

GIF: Bruce Morrow

[cyberneticdryad]

BANANA BREAD!!!

[sunrisetune]

Collating recipes so far:

roasted peanuts as well (@linguistics-and-lesbianism)

a whole section involving new onions growing in the ground (@rainandchamomiletea)

my moms Christmas butter cookies #for This Year (@gauzemer)

sugared pastry cooked up in clarified butter (@Ktae)

wine cooler + pain killer + human soul? cocktail (@fruitpunchnoice)

candied yams, #jam, #boiled peanuts, #copycat bk fried chicken sandwich with extra mayo, #cocktail recipe for colorado bulldogs (if you can call that a cocktail recipe) #charcuterie board (for earth air water trees), #perfect glazed donut (for orange ball of pain) #probably there's more (@Captocie)

boiled peanuts, #or maybe an alcoholic marriage (@Capturethezephyr)

bones bones bones bones bones, #jedi bones (@a-possum-by-night)

pudding! (based on the line from fault lines) (@bizabert)

a pot of coffee (@local-creek)

two cans clear chicken broth, #two white onions, #one bulb garlic #boil boil 🧅🧄🍲👍(@solomon-revisited)

put in the tags things you would put in a mountain goats themed cookbook

[heartisadrum]

Green Tea Bread Loaf

[pangur-and-grim]

this might be cringe, but we had to write 1 page of description about something and I chose my favourite object in the whole world

From how it looks, the statue should smell like algae and regurgitated milk (like an unweaned kitten, if it fell into a pond). In actuality, its only odour comes from the thick blanket of dust it wears. Its four legs are stout, toe-less. Its tail stands straight like the pole of bumper-car, eager and tensed to wag. Two wet eyes peer up. They are black enough to see your own face reflected. Under them, the tight line of a mouth, melancholic and imploring. 

Tapping its stout back (and leaving fingerprints in the dust) would reveal that it is hollow. A living animal might contain organs, and bones, and even a swallowed meal, but this creature holds only air. It can produce no sounds of its own. It will produce no waste. It will never want anything, nor squeeze anything foul out of its rear, but still it seems to beg for sustenance. Being frozen only adds to this tension; staring at it, each would wait for the other to blink. This is why a slab of plastic meat has been laid before it. An offering, like cream and butter for a fairy.

‘Frog kitten’ is how the online listing described it, and accordingly, it has an amphibious lack of ears. Its square body, shaped like a loaf of bread, is covered in mouldy splashes of night-green and white-beige. Two dabs of a cleaner white across its back only serve to emphasize the drabness of its majority. Five rake-marks trail down one side: scars, wounds, the bright green of its meat bleeding through. Could the sculptor have scratched it with their fingers, deeply and deliberately? And why? Why create such a young, sweet creature, and then harm it? 

The creature has no anus. The creature has no ear canals. The creature has no urethra, nor cloaca, no mouth, nor pores, but it does have two penetrating nostrils. If you shone a light down those narrow passages, you could explore the hollowness of its belly.

Touch the creature, and it is cold. Stroke it, and it is smooth, but speckled with the smallest of lumps and warts. It is dry but shines as though wet with perspired oils. You cannot look at this mute dead thing without seeing it as alive. The longer you hold its gaze, the less of the dust you smell, and the more of the algae and the milk. 

[wonderjanga]

How I Met My Kids (They’re Not My Kids)

This is a part two of this post, and inspired by this repost on said post.

Green Arrow(GA): “What do you mean you just found him under a bridge?”

Marvel: “I mean that I found him under a bridge.”

GA: “Doing what???”

Marvel: “He was just half kinda starving, half kinda laying there.”

This was before Billy had gotten his job as a radio host. He was trying to find somewhere warm and out of the rain and he happened upon Freddy under a bridge. The boy was in fact, starving, and the reason he was laying on the ground was because someone stole his makeshift crutch.

//mini flashback//

Billy: “Uh…” *looks at the loaf of bread he stole, then at Freddy*

Freddy: *laying on the ground, his bad leg propped on a box*

Billy: *looks back at his loaf of bread, stomach grumbles*

Freddy: *startles cause he heard that and bolts up, focusing on Billy*

Billy: *awkwardly stands there for a bit with his bread before holding it out*

//mini flashback end//

And boom. That’s how a friendship was born. They ended up sharing the loaf together under the bridge. Like this. Imagine two Orihimes from bleach eating bread together.

Meanwhile, during this retelling, the JL are looking around at each other because, while that’s absolutely wholesome, they’re still missing some details. Like, the way Marvel tells the story makes it sound like they were both homeless. If they were both homeless, no social worker would’ve ever allowed Junior to be placed in his care. So what in the world happened between them sharing bread, and now? Also, where does Mary fit into this? Was she also a little homeless girl?

Wondy: “Wait, then what of Mary??”

Marvel: “What about her?”

Aquaman: “If you met Junior under a bridge, how in the world did you meet her??”

Marvel: “Oh, we met at a circus.”

(They actually did in Shazam: The Monster Society of Evil)

Batman: *Dick Grayson flashback* “Pardon?”

Marvel: “Pardon wha—”

Supes: “Ignore him. We’d love it if you could tell us how you met her.”

Marvel: “Oh, okay!”

//mini-flashback//

Billy had snuck behind the circus and was staring at the lion cages, looking in wonder.

Billy: *staring at the lions*

Mary: *comes up and also stares at the lions*

Billy and Mary: *stare together in silence*

Mary: “They’re pretty, aren’t they?”

Billy: “Yeah, but they’re not as cool as tigers.”

Mary: “Wait really?” *looks to him*

Billy: *looks to her* “Uh… Ye—”

Mary: “I think the same! But no one ever agrees with me!” *starts yapping about tigers*

Billy: *listens, enraptured*

Bromfields: *in the distance* “Mary! Mary, where are you?!”

Mary: “Aw crap…”

Billy: “Are those your parents?”

Mary: “Yeah.”

Billy: *silence, except for the Bromfields still yelling for her*

Mary: “I’m Mary by the way.”

//mini flashback end//

Marvel: “Man, I learned so much about tigers that day.”

Aquaman: “Wait, so Mary already had a family?”

Marvel: “Yeah?”

Supes: “Then… how did you get custody of her?”

Marvel: “Huh?”

Supes: “Well, it’s just, you guys aren’t blood related so…”

Marvel: “What? No, we are.”

JL: “Huh??”

Marvel: “Yeah, she’s my sister.”

JL: “Huh???”

Flash: “But you’re so much older than her?”

Marvel: “So?”

Flash: “There’s like a 20 year gap between you two!”

Marvel: *has to pause and process that before remembering he looks like a grown man* “So?”

Flash: “So why is there a 20 year gap between you two?”

Marvel: *shrugs*

Batman: “How do you not know?”

Marvel: *shrugs again*

[evilgwrl]

TF 141 x Reader (Apocalypse!AU)

Immune: Two

WARNING: This is a 18+ Poly!141 series (MDNI)

CW: Suggestive themes, mention of rape, female masturbation, second hand embarrassment

Masterlist

You looked at the dishes piled up in the sink, a wave of nausea hitting you. A part of you was glad, comforted by the idea of having humans around yet you couldn’t shake the substantial feeling of dread.

What if they killed you? Or raped you? Or both? What would happen to your body? Would you turn? Would you just decompose and hopefully move onto a better place? Your mind thumped against the thick walls of your skull before you felt a hand placed on your shoulder. A hand clamped your shoulder.

“You ‘lright?” Price said, a comforting smile adorned on his face before you shrugged his hand off.

“Just fine,” you reply, a tight smile on your face, “I’ll show you the bedrooms.” They followed you upstairs, the pounding of their boots against the floor giving you a headache. You led them to a bedroom, the subtle smell of dust lingering as you took in the unused space. There was a double bed, a mint green quilt with pink roses adorning it, two pillows both placed neatly on either side. “You can figure out who goes where,” you say, pushing the door open from across the hall.

You walk into the second guest room, a queen sized bed splat in the middle, a dark blue quilt tucked in, a row of grey pillows furnishing the top. “There’s a bathroom down the hall to the right. The plumbing still works somehow but don’t over-flush. You can have a shower but the water will be cold,” you say, attempting to sound intimidating as you avert your gaze.

“Thank you,” Price smiled, stepping inside the room.

Gaz and Soap offered you a squeeze on the shoulder quickly, a polite thank you leaving their mouth. Ghost however, sorted just stared at you, blinking slowly before turning towards the first room.

You find yourself thinking as you brushed Cecil, his grey fur shedding quickly as you stroked his behind, whispering small praises towards the large animal.

What if you tell them to leave and they don’t? What if they take over your house and kick you out? What if-

You stop yourself, rubbing your head in your hands as you lead the horses back to the barn, preparing dinner for the other animals before locking the door securely. You finished up outside, ensuring the crops were well watered before heading up the porch steps and through the back door.

Gaz was sat on the couch, a book in his hands as he looked up. “I hope you don’t mind, found it on the shelf.”

You kept your face straight but nodded, “It’s fine.” Truth be told, it was as comforting to have people around, the same as it was fearful. You knew that if they tried anything, they would win, no matter what gun you hold.

Time seems to be going quicker as you prepare a salad with some grown vegetables with bread. You were glad that your father was a chef, always teaching you how to make things from scratch. You didn’t like to dwell, hoping that somehow your family were immune too. Maybe one day, you would see them again. Maybe.

You placed the loaf of dough inside a tray before lighting the woodburner and placing it inside. You hummed softly to yourself as you heard footsteps against the wooden stairs. “Feeding us again, bonnie?”

“Only if it’ll get you guys to leave me alone,” you reply, not bothering to look at him. You hear his tongue click softly as he shuffles over to you.

“Y’ need help?”

You lowered the knife, gesturing for him to take over as you step outside, sitting on the old porch chair as you tuck your legs up, arms holding them in place as you stare out, the hues of the sun disappearing as the night begins to consume it.

As night falls, you head inside, hands reaching into the burner to grab the bread as you let it cool. You looked at the large bowl of vegetables tossed together, the men gathered around the never-used dining table, chattering amongst each other.

You let them sit for a while before calling out. It was entertaining watching the four grown men subtly walk faster than the other to get a plate first. You cut the bread, steam gauging out of each slice before you sat down at the dining table, fingers nervously fiddling with the metal cutlery.

They sat down around you, looking at you occasionally as you ate. “Listen, we do appreciate-“ Price began before you cut him off.

“You’ve told me. You can stay for the night but you’re off tomorrow. I prefer living alone.”

Price nods as the others look down, the sound of lettuce and carrot crunching filling the awkward void. As they finished up, you locked the doors and shut the blinds, the gentle hum of the fire comforting you before you head upstairs.

Your eyes flicker between pages of a book as you nestle in bed. You were clad in a sheer nightgown, your usual pyjama set hanging to dry outside. Your eyebrows furrowed as you read. While cliche, for a while everything felt normal when absorbing yourself between lines of paper, like you were simply escaping reality.

A gentle knock sounded on your door as you looked up. Price stood there, gentle smile on his face as he asked to come in.

“What is it?” You answered.

“I know I’ve said it, but thank you. Even if it was just for a day, it’s helped us a lot. Not many people, especially a woman alone, would let four men into her home… not during a time like this.”

Your body tensed for a second before it relaxed. You let out a soft sigh, placing the book on the side as you stood up to look at him closer. There was no use in lying, he was very attractive. His stern looking face covered with a bushy beard and moustache, blue eyes staring intensely under thick brows. He was older, the evidence of faint wrinkles indented on his forehead, yet his body was still in shape.

You were never a prude, but also never pushed for unnecessary encounters with the opposite sex. You weren’t an ugly girl, your features working well together, especially when you weren’t scowling.

“I-“ you begin, trying to think of what to say, “I appreciate you saying that. You guys are the first… real people I’ve come across since this all began. I know how difficult it is. And I suppose it wasn’t bad to reencounter civilisation.”

Price lets out a shallow laugh, hand coming up to squeeze at your shoulder as he looks at you. You don’t shrug him away this time, allowing the grip to scold your skin with prickling heat. You didn’t speak, simply watching him back through hooded lashes.

You felt your nipples pebble, the cold air brushing through as you remembered the warmth of your bed. You watch his gaze flicker down to your chest, sucking in a silent breath before he looked back up at you.

Had it been 296 days for him too without a woman? Had it been 296 days for all of them without a woman?

You didn’t shy away from his gaze, heat spreading across your body as you felt the timid intimidation of a low throb in your pussy. You offered him a small smile before gripping the door. “Goodnight, John.”

“Night, love.”

You felt like a fucking teenager, with your gown bunched up at your waist, hands timorous as they softly rolled the sensitive bud in a circular motion, gentle pants spilling from your lips. Everything felt more real, more heightened, probably from the lack of touching down there for months.

Dipping your fingers into your slit, legs spread and needy, you could feel the antagonising slick tease your hole, pooling at the crevice of your ass. This wet over a random man? You should feel ashamed, should, but you don’t. The light sound of squelching lit your room as you plunged a desperate finger into your heat, a rough gasp leaving your throat as you lie back further.

You tease yourself, left hand reaching down to entertain your neglected clit as another finger braced your entrance. Did it always feel like this? Did my fingers always not feel like enough? Like they needed something more?

A wanton moan stained the room as you thrashed your head against the pillow, sticky fingers just reaching that gooey spot inside you, swift thrusts causing your eyes to roll back.

You felt like a virgin again, pussy barely able to take two fingers and minimal thrusts before the coil in your stomach began to form.

Would it be so bad to call him in? Soak his beard in your cunt? Feel what it’s like to take two fingers properly? Maybe more?

You felt like you had a balloon growing inside you, every swift movement expanding it more, ready to pop, ready to let your body release, ready to feel satisfi-

“F’cking hell-“

You looked at the sudden burst of sound, eyes darting over to your least favourite in the house, visible crinkles in his dirty mask. His eyes visibly darting to your heat, taking in your fingers stuffed inside, the slickness coating them.

You squealed, orgasm barely washing over you as you twitched, pulling your fingers out abruptly and straightening your nightgown.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” You screeched, voice cracking as you wobbled to the door and slammed it shut, body leaning against it as you panted. You stilled, listening to hear his footsteps walk over but the comforting sound never came.