#Oreo Minis

[daily-deliciousness]

Mini coffee cheesecake with oreo cookie crust

[eat-love-eat]

Chocolate Mini Cheesecake with Oreo Crust

[birbdaddygram]

A discussion about chips

[cherikyaoii]

having the best lunch ever rn

[kitsun369]

A platypus...... Perry the Platypus!!!!!!!

[vulcanette]

“papaganda” lmao

[s0uth3park]

It’s actually kinda sad that Scott’s parents eat so much shit and that’s probably why Scott has diabetes

[poptartregreteva]

Mini FPE

[daily-deliciousness]

Mini strawberry oreo cheesecakes

[red-dyed-sarumane]

spending money on gacha games is bad for a lot of reasons but all of that aside ur either on a very deep level of denial or around the wrong social group if ur going "well i spent money on a gacha game but not for the gacha part so it doesnt count" brother u spent the money the company doesnt care which aspect ur spending it on its still a gacha game and u just said u spent the money That Counts As Spending Money On A Gacha Game

[royal-food]

DIrt n Worms Chex Mix

[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Sundae

Part 3: One Scoop Oreo

(A Sun Dog Story)

It had been only 3 days since the encounter with the mad hunter. The Neapolitan trio have had a safe trip through the woods. A suspiciously safe trip. There haven't been any sort of dangers in their way, no little ones, no violent animals...nothing.

They had made their last stop of the day, a huge oak tree. Strawberry and Chocolate began their new routine, with Strawberry climbing the tree, scouting above for any sort of danger, while Chocolate stayed on the ground, patrolling the area. Our scoop of vanilla, on the other hand, dealt with other matters, making the fire and making dinner for all of them.

The sun was starting to set, and with no clear danger in sight, the group gathered around the fire. Dogday had prepared a few fire-roasted apples for all of them.

"Another great meal by our resident chef! Thank you Picky!"

Those damn quotes. He should be thanking himself. She's been gone for a long time. He couldn't shut it up, not with the other two around....but why should he? The other two are around. He isn't alone. Rather, they weren't alone.

A rustling was heard in the tree above, and all three were prepared. They knew how to deal with the little ones by now. It slowly peered its head from out of the leaves. It was just a little possum. It must've just woken up, given how it didn't seem to notice the three below.

It wasn't bothering them, so they wouldn't bother it. It sat on the branch above them, still somewhat tired. It seems the three below had a guest for that evening. No bother to them though, all were welcome if they had no ill will. And before they knew it, the three were asleep.

Later that night, all was quiet. The possum hadn't left the tree, it was looking like it'd stay there all night. It was the only one up there. And seeing some new faces intrigued it, somewhat. It didn't know whether or not to go down there, it didn't know if they were to be trusted.

It was then that the possum heard a strange noise. A giggle. It stood up, not sure whether it was a predator or something else. Regardless, the stress was enough to make it play possum, sending it falling.

It landed right on top of the dog, jolting him awake, along with the others. As soon as he noticed the supposed corpse, he tried his best to save it. At least, he did, before he realized that something had to do that to the poor thing. And it was right behind them.

A large swarm of the little ones, giggling with sadistic glee, covered in fresh gore. The only barrier between them being their campfire. The three were lucky. They needed fuel.

It lasted for about 30 minutes. Sure, the little ones were small. Sure, they were made of felt and fabric. But they had relatively great strength for their stature. But, again, they were made of felt and fabric.

The possum had bore witness to the entire ordeal. In its little brain, it had made its decision.

"Friend."

The fire grew quite big, luckily not enough to start a forest fire. Dogday went to check on the possum. He had feared the worst. He wasn't taught much about possums. He had strangely never heard the phrase "playing dead", so he really did think the poor thing was on its last legs.

As he approached the "corpse", it sprang back to life, as alive and chipper as it could be.

"...Man, am I glad you're okay."

It crawled over to Dogday, rubbing its head against his waist. Strawberry yipped with joy. A new friend had joined the party!

"Now what am I going to call you?....oh! How about Oreo! Only other ice cream flavor I know, hehe. And hey, you're grey, so it fits, right?"

The possum nuzzled him more, mustering what could be considered a smile. And, giving a big yawn, went right back to sleep. Good idea, little guy.

And so, yet another night loomed over the group, and hopefully, it would now be a safe one.

They don't know it now, but this was a new beginning. The 4 of them were now a family.

His friends would be so proud.

"Isn't it great to have friends?"

[ectoviolet]

i don’t rly care for the ad itself but the little alien puppet in the annie murphy crispy minis ad is so cute

[antimasculist]

coming home from work with free food makes me feel like such a hunter gatherer provider alpha female

[spontaneousmusicalnumber]

save me little treats. little treats save me

[marionarnold]

I really could eat an unhealthy amount of cheese right now.