#funions

[glitchaxolol]

Give my boy his fuckin funyuns

(He’s so me tho, like, don’t be tryna take my food)

[that-dumpster-angel-from-space]

My sister and I once tasted a bag of Funions and decided they were, officially, the worst. What about you?

[captainpirateface]

Our tree has risen!

[uwudonoodle]

Last minute costume idea.

[empirrepostr]

bu it's opposite day.

marmite.

welcome to your new job at SCWP. ignore the locals.

locals?

normies out here drinking almond water. you gotta milk 'em son.

MULK AID!

Mulkade?

the importance of being a handbag.

"stomach"

only as far as blushing allows.

i gotta watch Tuffy Nibbles Golden Ears again.

the other other graduate.

RAISINS!

oatflour.

where's your contribution by the way?

Param ate it.

pram.

pramble.

plamebil.

Amble lore!

putting your head to the grindstone.

well you can tell by the way io use my walk.

fgsfds.

Jon walks like he gets it.

i have no idea how tht works bu you're right.

you're wrong and he's wrong and i'm wrong.

no you see it was a bart.

alithekinesis has a silent k and that maks uncomfortable.

i c.

u c i.

on the toic of oversharing i have pizza cookies.

on the toxic…

tobic.

tofic? is that some sort of candy bar?

you went to reception didn't you?

i can't get up syndrome without mixing the chemicals.

that's a new sentence.

whole new sins.

mulkade. tastes like filk.

meanwhile, in the amazon.

me and flipper.

the killed the desert seacow.

the joker is pi-

batman's a racist.

conflick backstory.

[a picture of a red lamia using tat from klonoa as a megaphone]

hey rex get in on this.

bing bing bong bong. turn those lights off!

why is a sea slug kissing tiat from klonoa while they fart?

that's not a fat.

kart.

megaphone humor.

linguini gonna ruin everything.

oh look beastarps.

i do not forgive haru.

popular nonsense.

go out there and break a leg. oh my god. i'm so sorry.

dumb fabric.

grab the bull by the-

Jon has some wild anatomy.

CBTO sammich.

not that acronym again.

ogretastic.

[pauldanosbandonedirection222]

What was your favorite chip as a kid mine was funions

[sprout-gt]

borrowers in college dorms

very much inspired by the fact i've been packing up my dorm room for the summer but just consider the possibilities

consistant access to non-perishable items that would keep for a long time. dorm rooms are like snack havens. stockpiles would be easy to collect for the breaks.

lots of options for borrowing locations, since there are upwards of a few hundred people living in dorms supplies would never really be scarce

the spaces themselves are relatively small and simple to scale, and there would be long stretches of time during the day where they would be unoccupied as people attended class.

Since dorm furnature is usually pretty close together, there would be ample shadowy places to hide out in case there are any surprises.

easily traversable since dorm buildings usually have relatively simple structures (at least mine does lmao), so risk of injury probably wouldn't be too great

easy access to various entertainment and music like all the time everywhere. also, i can totally imagine borrowers making fun of bad dorm room decor as a past-time

also, i feel like if anyone were to be cool with a lil guy kicking around their dorm room, it would be a sleep-deprived 20 something.

i feel like if i were a borrower a college dorm would be my ideal spot

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Funions & Scooby Snacks

Just a scene that came up in my head I’m shocked I felt motivated to write at all but here’s a apocalyptic steddie au where Steve is nonverbal. I might try to edit it better later who knows

Eddie slams his cross bow down, throwing himself to the floor not moving his watchful eyes from Steve. His hair is greasy, sticking to his forehead and matted together from weeks of no shower. His face was covered in dirt but Steve had already grown used to this look on the other. Steve doesn’t say anything, stays seated with his legs crossed as he slowly chews on the stale gummy Scooby Doo snacks he found at the gas station a couple of miles back. They were probably outdated but they were something.

“I can’t believe you are seriously sitting in front of me right now, eating Scooby doo snacks while I sit here and starve!” Eddie snaps. He gets grumpy when he’s hungry, but they also both know he didn’t like the texture of the gummy’s. He would spend a longer time holding himself back from throwing up then bitching about being hungry.

Steve doesn’t say anything, never does. Just looks over the fire at him as he purposely pulls another gummy from the small back. Letting the crinkling sounds echo through the woods. Before putting a show on as he pops the gummy into his mouth and begins to chew slowly again. A grin forming on his face as he watches Eddie dramatically gasp. Looking even more offended then before.

“How fucking dare you.” Eddie’s voice is loud, not afraid of the horrors in the woods. Both of them incredibly numb to it, knowing what to do if the man eaters came in crowds instead of being separated and by themselves.

Steve shakes his head amused, smile the only thing showing that he was finding this situation hilarious. Holding back soft chuckles as Eddie dramatically crawls around the fire. Grabbing his bow and carrying it with him out of instinct. Dropping it off to the side in reaching distance as he gets into Steve’s personal space.

Eddie still held a grumpy look on his face, possibly for a few seconds before a grin takes it’s place as he moves forward and tries to steal a gummy. Earning a slap from Steve who glares at him now. Causing Eddie to pout as he flops back down in the dirt dramatically. They both knew that he could catch a squirrel or some small animal for himself easily. Him acting like he was going to die from starvation had become a very common acting skit when they sat alone.

“Oh you have wounded me Stevie! Absolutely wounded me!” His voice is higher pitch, a southern accent poking through as Steve shakes his head amused. Before he moves over to his bag and pulls out a small bag of funions. Throwing them a bit aggressively in Eddie’s face as Eddie pretends to flop around like it hurt worst then what it actually did.

It takes a moment for Eddie to process what Steve gave him, a pause in silence. Before a loud gasp is in the air. “Oh, Stevie I could marry you. You know what-” Steve hears the bag ripping from behind him, the crinkling noise loud and annoying before Eddie is pushing himself off his back and moving forward. Making sure to get Steve’s attention.

“Stevie poo, apple to my pie, the nut to my cheerio, the fruit to my loop, the-“ Steve slaps him in the arm giving him a glare as Eddie laughs manically. Head tossed back as he does. Before he moves crouching into Steve’s space. Holding one of the funions in his hand. A funky looking round ring as he moves taking one of Steve’s hands in his. “Will you marry me puddin?” He teases.

How neither of them weren’t dating yet was beyond Steve’s comprehension. Yet this seemed more fitting for Eddie. He pretends to be offended at the thought of being married to the other before a grin grows on his face as he gives the other his answer with one look. Eddie stumbles over himself as he slides the edible ring on Steve’s finger.

“I do.” Steve says gently, barely above a whisper.

Eddie’s never heard him speak once in the past year and a half they’ve been running around together. A starstruck look on his face as he looks at Steve like he just hung the moon.

Steve’s face is a soft pink as he looks at the other carefully. Eddie grins before he’s tackling Steve, gummies going all over along with the ring on his finger snapping in half in the dirt. Eddie’s on top as his hand carefully caresses Steve’s face. Moving down and gently kissing the other. Both of them wrapped up in their own universe. Pulling away after a moment. Silence taking over them once again before Eddie (like normal) interrupts.

“I don’t think I’m starving anymore Mr.Munson.” He teases as he moves back in for another kiss.

[jouska-the-deer]

Knuckles is willing to commit assault on his own friend to fund a random person's desire for Funions.

Respectable.

[18catsreading]

Mutt: okay man, Dracula, first question. You couldn't even fake it with him? 'oh yea, hey buddy, how's it going'?What a dick move, man.

Dracula: uh i'm afraid that tact is stored in the liver and I don't have one of those right now, so.

Mutt: mmhm

Lady Godwin: okay. I would like to ask a question now. How do i destroy this ear for real? For good?

Dracula: i don't understand why you would want to do that. Its a lovely ear.

Justin/Lady Godwin: alright, i chuck the head into the water

Mutt: no, no!

Dracula: blbabdblbebsbkblbllll

Travis/Mutt: I pull it back out. Hey Godwin?

Clint laughs

Lady Godwin: i'm the bad cop

Mutt: oh, ok, cool man. Uh

Lady Godwin: i'm the wet cop.

Mutt: the wet cop? Ok, cool man

Lady Godwin: i'll be wet cop, you be dry cop

Mutt: awesome, okay. So, Dracula --

Dracula: so just some casual waterboarding, then, is what we're doing?

Mutt: in that we threw you into the water on a board, yes.

[all-that-glitters-is-goldfish]

Podiatrist! Larys x Reader Part 2 when? 👀

Also no pressure btw. I just liked how you wrote a whole one shot for my ask

Podiatrist!Larys part 2 starring a reader with a bunion will be here before Christmas :)

[jontheketeld]

@mango-ribs is too easy to confuse with cat.

yes, i am fully aware of the chaos this will cause in chat.

i would still like to proceed.

and don't you guys start on cheesecake's beef.

ah but you will.

[mmmm-burnt-eggs]

To be

To not be

To funion

And to not funion

The corals will thank you later

[dappersfm]

where can I buy 200lbs of funions

[losangeleslosangeles]

what up guys

having fun here?

[cervantes-turbine]

Finite Flumpin'

I went to kind of a sketchy high school

So when I was a kid, my parents split, and I ended up going with my mom to live in a different town so she could be closer to work. I was hoping to go to the same high school as my friends, but where we moved was an entirely different school district (and would've been too far to drive anyway), so I had to just settle for staying in touch online.

This new school though, I had no idea what tf was going on. The building was what I can only describe as "run down." The teachers were arguably more absent than the students, just completely checked out and totally surrendered to the chaos that the students created on a near daily basis.

As for the students, I for the life of me could not understand what they were saying. I don't know if it was their accent but I just could not parse it at all -- all I could do was stare in confusion when they tried to talk to me. Sometimes I'd think they asked me a question and nod, much to their chagrin.

So anyway, this one time I realized that I forgot my pencil and eraser in their case at home. Not that I usually needed it at that place, but I liked to be thorough and prepared. I went up to this one kid who looked relatively friendly and tapped him on the shoulder, wanting to ask him if he had a spare writing utensil I could borrow. And he turns around.

And

No kidding

He has a gun.

This kid has a gun. It's not even a little derringer or a pistol or anything, it's pretty BIG. But that's not even the strangest thing he's holding

I look at his other hand and he's got 2 microphones. He tosses one to me and I catch it, scared out of my mind. Then he raises his microphone to his face and goes:

"BA WA WA WA WA WA"

and looks at me expectantly.

I stare back, stunned in primal fear.

He repeats, once again going:

"BA WA WA WA WA WA"

Into the mic he's holding and looks at me. So, taking a guessing at what he wants me to do, I force my trembling hands to raise the mic he tossed me to my face and say back into it:

"b-ba wa wa w-wa wa wa"

I fucking hated that school, dude.