#Ribs Rub

[gbsbbq]

Grill Master's Guide: Irresistible Baby Back Ribs Recipe

Introduction: Prepare to embark on a sensory journey that transcends the ordinary – a journey into the realm of BBQ mastery where every bite is an explosion of flavors and every rib tells a story of dedication and deliciousness. In this Grill Master’s Guide, we’re not just crafting baby back ribs; we’re orchestrating a symphony of tastes that will have your taste buds dancing. From the carefully…

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

Nobody talks about how hobbies like crochet and knitting have suspense, anxiety, and gambling involved and it’s all thanks to a self inflicted game called yarn chicken

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[bonefall]

Bones, you have like the ghibli effect when it comes to food. You describe food in such a way I want to cook and consume anything. I want to be a little kitty cat filleting a squirrel and roasting it and picking out the bones for stew.

You’re just so passionate about food I’m like. I just go make turkey stock AT ONCE.

Did you know that squirrel stew used to be a "classic American dish"? It's the most popular favorite food of American presidents. They call it Brunswick Stew

They say the meat of squirrel is so tender it falls apart in your hands, once you braise it. I was even looking at how hunters process them, from dispatch to debone, and I found out that they're also SUPER easy to take apart because they store a lot of their fat on the INSIDE. Barely any separation of all the materials once you reduce a squirrel to its bare essentials.

The secret is that I'm always hungry, man. I love eating food. I love making food. I had a pupusa for the first time the other day from a bakery, and it was fresh out of the oven and I nearly cried. I write about food the way it makes me feel, which is VERY good.

[spnintheyearofourlord]

I know in my heart Sam and Jess bullied each other so hard

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Dreaming of having a place where I can grill/bbq outside someday because I am so, so tired of going to gatherings with grills controlled by dudes who don't know how to fucking season anything 😭

[rosyjuly]

the way people are being nasty about the lewis fan at cota who was beefing with the mclaren fans is once again 1) showing that most f1 fans haven’t/don’t watch other sports (telling someone that their fave sucks is a perfectly common experience) 2) feels targeted because she was a Black woman

[friedhideoutcollect]

Ribs on the Pit Boss 😋

[biohazard-inevitable]

Wanna come back to my place for some fun?~~~~

What? No i dont want to have sex with you- I was gonna give you a whole 3 course meal but noooooooooooo

[leolaroot]

and I stim on it like crazy that much is obvious.

[fieriframes]

[[ Laughs ] We're gonna make our rib rub. -Okay. -Paprika. Powdered onion. Dry mustard. Sugar. Kosher salt.]

[shig-a-shig-ah]

not really a thirst but a thot i’ve been having is that i’ve wanted to rub my pussy against shigaraki’s abs. thank you and goodnight bestie also ily and i hope you feel better soon <3

This is an endeavor worthy of learning the splits for. They’re so washboard for a reason :D

[reformed-misfit]

See you tomorrow night, you big beautiful bird!

[comfortspringstation]

9 Amazing Things You Can Make With Chocolate

[sahtrn]

tagged by @halahmp3 (thank u ily 💞) to post 6 albums i've recently had on repeat ‼️

preacher's daughter, ethel cain

pretty hate machine, nine inch nails

how i'm feeling now, charli xcx

i love you jennifer b, jockstrap

heaven or las vegas, cocteau twins

souvlaki, slowdive

tagging @jeilliane, @mielnah, @evileldestdaughter, @tired--misu nd whoever else has any interest at all !!!!

[orcelito]

I fashioned a . Tooth guard for my canker sore. Bc it was quite literally agonizing brushing my teeth & then rinsing with salt water was Hell. And my teeth. Kept. Scraping .

So I cut a little part of a plastic baggy off & stuck it between my teeth and my cheek. A little awkward, but it already seems to be helping with letting me do. Uh. Anything lmao. Small mouth movements that would've caused immediate sharp pain, now only a dull pain. I can handle this.