#It's Pickle Sunday

[xretiredcommanderx]

I bet you can't eat this jar of pickles in under a minute

"Whirl I jus--

One minute you're freeing a Wrecker from a slinky...Next minute you're being dared to eat human food--AGAIN!

...

"...If I'm going to eat those, I'm going to do this proper and with style."

[pickles4nickles]

So I usually won't engage with League of Legends but both Robbie and Xander have characters they voice in it. And the other week friend who is poisoned by League but does not play anymore because his computer is too many versions behind to support the software anymore sent me Kayn voice clips.

So I did what had to be done

[brewed-pangolin]

I have a very important question.

Is Soap the kind who gives up his pickle, or asks for yours?

Soap won't ask for your pickle. He will steal it. Right from your plate. No question.

Doesn't even flinch when you flash him those poor puppy dog eyes and puffy pouty lips.

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"Why do you always have to take my pickle, Soap? Y'know, I order them with the intent to eat them, ya jerk."

"Ya get enough a'mine, lass. Cannae havin' ya over indulgin' yerself." He quips in response with teasing wink.

Biting down, the victorious crunch accentuated your edible remorse while you wrapped your fingers around the remainder of your half eaten sandwich.

"Is there anything you don't eat?" You inquired against the soft rye bread before taking a healthy bite.

"Aye. Cow tongue. Cannae stand the shite."

"Well, they don't have cow tongue on the menu, Soap. So thanks for hogging my only available side."

"Hm."

Rolling your eyes, you chewed on your bite and took in the smirk curling into his lips. Dropping the sandwich with a sigh and awaited the next smart-ass comment to roll over his lips.

"What?" You implored with a heavy tone of growing irritation.

His smile deepened into the apples of his cheeks. Accenting the bright blue pools of his eyes as he swallowed the last remnants of your stolen morsel.

"Got a tongue I think ya might wanna take a bite of, lass. Or ya still cravin' my Scottish pickle?"

"Jesus Christ. I can't take you anywhere."

Drabbles Masterlist

[harriehq]

As a former church kid of the 90s and 00s who was subjected to ABSOLUTE GARBAGE like "Jay Jay the Jet Plane" and "Kingsley's Meadow" I can confidently say that Chik Fil A's new series "The Legend of Evergreen Hills" looks like horse shit that a dog ate then barfed back up and is now swarming with maggots.

[bearotonin-international]

HAPPY POLAR BEAR SUNDAY ! can I get a never before seen polar bear Sunday pic?

How about Cranbeary with her beloved polar pickle?

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Mother's Biscuits

Freda Quenneville

In a big bowl she'd fluff in flour,

Make a fist-dent

For buttermilk and lard which she squeezed

Between her fingers

The way a child goes at a mud puddle,

Raking dry flour

From the sides until it mixed right.

She'd give the dough a pat for luck,

Nip a springy bud,

Roll it round and flat-it-down

With a motion

Continued to a grease-shined pan.

Mother's biscuits

Cooked high, crusty, with succulent middles

That took attention

At company dinners; but on kitchen-nights

They were finest

Soaked with pot liquor or gravy.

And those rich biscuits could put a shine

On Sunday patent

That the the Lord know who was there.

A panful stood

Ready as magic at dawn's light:

I'd take some

When leaving late to the schoolbus

And up the road

I'd run, puffing through biscuit crumbs

My haloed breath

Into the skin-sharp morning air.

"Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle... And Other Modern Verse" - compiled by Stephen Dunning, Edward Lueders, and Hugh Smith

[lightpickles]

Six!

Sentence!

Sunday!

I have an entire SOS1 Annie/Mistel universe in my wretched little mind and also my fic draft google doc. This is from what will theoretically be the first fic about that little blonde bitch that I post if I ever post anything at all ever. :-)

•

"...Those trade shows I attend a few times a year tend to be...well, to be crass, just about everybody’s sleeping with somebody else in the industry.” At Marian’s delightedly scandalized laughter, Mistel hastily added, “I’m not, my goddess! I’ve simply dated a bit, had a few somethings here and there, none lasting for more than a few months. Living in the same town as Annie is...very different. It gets to be inescapable.”

Marian hooted at the speech, bursting with more detail than he’d ever expected to get out of Iris’s excessively zipped up brother.

“Mistel, you absolute rake! Don’t give me that look; I heard your disclaimer, but phew! You had me there for a second."

•

And if I can't count to six and have an incorrect number of sentences there? Then what?

[steinbit]

i really need to go to the store cause my fridge is like,, , Empty empty, but i donny wannaaaa ue ue ue <- sound of me crying

[mountedhistory]

Seaside adventures 💕🏖️

[c0ntrolled-demolition]

went out clubbing with my boyfriend last night n didn’t get back til 5 then had to come home by 8:30 for a phone appointment that didn’t happen 👍

[qverdia]

ooc. having a migraine all day on your one day off this week should be illegal .

[paulpingminho]

[lintubintu]

Gherkin Out Sunday

If he can have his gherkin out, so can you.

Happy Gherkin out Sunday

[randomcrispsunday]

Sunday 28/04/24

It was a packed out crisp club this week, with a whopping three bags to sample!

Alas, I didn't manage to get pictures of the first two, which were a Romanian paprika Wotsit-style crisp and something called Naughty Tomato, but I did snap a pic of the pickled plum. Even more alas, they were the most disappointing. The not!Wotsits were nice, despite not giving much paprika, and the Naughty Tomato were indeed naughty and spicy, but the pickled plum just tasted like a slightly sour Worcestershire sauce. Still, it's been a while since we've had a bad crisp. They can't all be bangers.

[cakemagemaeve]

Oh, Prednisone my beloathed.