#eat em

[konohamaru-sensei]

Nisi Fandomtober Day 8: Sousei

[alteregozowie]

He sees his master is in danger of the cheesening! He lets out his battle cry, rolling into action to destroy the annons and their cheese!

"Get them!!!!!"

[whispers-and-moans]

[jazzmandd]

I wanted to put Stardew valley in this project but wasn't quite sure what character should represent it, ultimately I went with the Junimo's since they're part of the biggest goal in the game!

[igottatho]

BEES

glad to see those spreading the truth

[disast3rtransp0rt]

The fact that the assumed UHC shooter's last name is Mangione, Italian for "eats a lot", is personally hilarious. For years we've been saying we should eat the rich and then some dude named Big Eats went and fuckin did it.

[notherpuppet]

Angel Alastor 💗

Bonus:

[hungry-4-both]

EAT THE RICH

[brotato-chibs]

Kaito(u KID) doodles

[bittasol]

smile, iruma! | hey ive been here before

[p0ssym1lker]

Bruce: oh how was patrol?

Danny, thinking about blob ghost: only ran into a few things

Tim, who watched Danny eat said ghosts: Danny lowkey ate em up

[lawofenvy]

I am deceased.

[afterlife-2004]

IM WHEEZING AT THIS

[rxseinbloom]

Those “who’s your godly parent” quizzes are always like:

“What do you do when you’re stressed?”

- Fight my enemies, they need to know who’s boss🤺👊💪💥

- Go underwater or swim, the ocean always calms me down ����🌊💧🐟💦

- StrEsSed?? I don’t Get stressed I’m too smart and intelligent to get stressed I use my massive brain and super skills to think my way out of any problem my brain is so wrinkly I can’t even begin to fathom to concept of stress I’m so smart —

- Go to the metal shop and make something cool and creative because I’m better with my hands than my thoughts

- Die

[fray]

hrmmm....

i have them all

[nonranghaes]

the pancakes are a little burnt. not enough for them to taste bad, but the color is enough that it makes your stomach twist into knots. maybe this was silly. you're careful as you look through the stack, trying to find the ones that look perfect enough, and each one is hot enough that your fingers threaten to ache if you hold on for too long. but this needs to be perfect. it's the first time you've stayed over at felix's, he's spoiled you so many times, and this... this has to be right.

"good morning..." his voice is laced with sleep as he makes his way into the room, but he brightens up when he sees the stack sitting in front of you. "you made breakfast?"

"they're a little-"

he doesn't wait. he reaches out, grabbing one off the top--one of the ones that's slightly burnt, and you curse internally, and you hate yourself a little for a moment that you didn't react faster--before taking a bite. he chews for a moment, and then nods.

"i'll get the plates. i think i've got a new thing of syrup up in the cabinets..."

and he doesn't say anything. he just wordlessly serves the pancakes that look closer to perfect to you, and savors each bite he takes. you debate apologizing for it all. you could have made something else. instead, he's happily eating the ones you deemed imperfect and ugly without so much of a second thought.

he kisses you when he's done, lips still sweet from the chocolate chips and the syrup. "thank you," he says, gathering up the dirty dishes. "it was delicious."

and your heart aches for him just a little more.