#golden cheese is having enough 😂😂😂😂

[theidiotomelette]

Guys look what i found on YouTube randomly...☠️☠️☠️☠️:

Video credit to:@burning spice

[paperstorm]

Thank you for the tag @strandnreyes and @thisbuildinghasfeelings ilu!!

Missing Moments are happening, they're just happening slowly and frustratingly 😂 but progress is progress.

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“You’re bouncing.”

TK looks up from the block of sharp cheddar he’s slicing into bite-sized cubes. Carlos is standing at the entrance to the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest and leaning with his hip against the countertop. There’s a smile on his face, head tilted to one side, radiating in fondness.

“Am I?” TK laughs. There was a time in his life when he would have denied it. He’d resisted the charge of cute as a younger man, wanting to be strong and tough and sexy instead. Carlos assures him that he’s all of those things and adorable, and TK embraces it now.

“Excited or nervous?” Carlos asks, even though he probably already knows the answer to that question.

“They’re gonna love it,” TK says. “Excited.”

Carlos moves in close behind him. His hands cup TK’s hips and his lips press to the nape of TK’s neck. “Me too.”

“Everything was so shitty for such a long time.” TK slices carefully into more of the cheese and nudges the cubes to the side with the tip of the knife. It’s one of their fancier ones, with a golden blade and a rose quartz handle. It’s part of a set of serving pieces TK bought over the summer with the intention of giving them to Carlos for Christmas. He presented Carlos with them last week, instead, since they were broken up over Christmas and TK doesn’t want to wait another year.

“Mhm.”

“Not just with us. I barely saw anyone but Nancy for months. We tried to get together with the others but we all had different schedules so it only worked out one time. Mateo wasn’t being treated well in his new job so he didn’t seem like himself. Marjan was angry at all of us for not fighting harder for the 126. Everything was just …”

“Shitty,” Carlos finishes, and TK nods. “Tonight is going to be great.”

“Do you think we have enough food?”

Carlos laughs softly. He turns TK around and gestures at the multiple trays of appetizers and raw veggies and charcuterie. “I think we have way too much food.”

“You always serve way too much food when people come over,” TK points out.

“True,” Carlos agrees. “It’s how my mom did it. The evening was a failure if everyone didn’t leave stuffed almost beyond their limit and there weren’t so many leftovers she could fret about what to do with them all, as if she wasn’t the one who made that much food in the first place.”

Chuckling, TK rests his head on Carlos’s shoulder and Carlos wraps arms around him sideways and kisses his hair. “She’s a good host. And so are you.”

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[vxlentinescookies]

For Dark Cacao and Golden Cheese:

Dark Cacao Cookie: I feel like if his partner chooses to cook, he'd definitely be very thankful. Instead of drinking coffee in the morning, he drinks bitter hot chocolate. Of course the breakfast food is... Bitter 😂 and so is lunch.. And dinner...

Foods include: Dark chocolate pancakes, dark chocolate milk, you get it 😂

Golden Cheese Cookie: I'm pretty sure that her partner would have to cook for themselves and Golden Cheese Cookie, since she's used to her staff cooking food for her. She might want to help out with the minor things. She loves anything with cheese in it, that's a given, from grilled cheese sandwiches to cheesy quesadillas, she loves it! She especially loves that cheese pull!

Please fix enough so that she can get her fill, besides, she is greedy after all! Her version of a morning cup of coffee, I'd like to think, is cheese tea! Cheese tea is a popular drink mainly in parts of Asia, but it can also be found in the US!

- Autumn anon

Oooooo I vibe with all of this :^00 i rlly like it! Specially the cheese tea part, I didnt know about it, but it is very interesting!

[maxphilippa]

Same anon here, my boyfriend said thank you /pos

Another thought just occurred to me so let me just list them in bullets

I think it's a popular belief, but Golden Cheese would 100% call her partner(s) her greatest treasure(s).

Smoked Cheese Cookie is the partner(s)' #1 hater. Golden Cheese would not tolerate such monstrosity if this treacherous cookie lays a finger on them.

On a more light hearted note, this woman knows how to flirt 😂

One sneeze from her partner(s) is enough to have them sent to the doctor, an order from their queen of course.

I'm sorry for bothering you with my ramblings I'm new to the fandom and this is my first big CRK update I witnessed the release of

!!!!!!!

[justanamesstuff]

heyyy

I don't know how you're feeling about Matty rn so if you want ignore this

but this video https://twitter.com/trumanblackblog/status/1672966887527923712?t=PhhzYw4qFMjgfepFdbrlHA&s=19 is doing something to me and I can't stop thinking about some husband!matty like maybe they're in some trip ou a honeymoon (all I need verse maybe?)

Hellooo, I'm getting upset because i'm reading a lot of fans being really hurt by him and it suckss

but,

i think we all need a distraction too!! and hate him a little but husband is looking so good during golden hour 😩

If I'm honest, I haven't thought about their honeymoon...i was writing the proposal and wedding, someday when uni let me breathe I'll post it. ANYWAY.....

First, I believe both of them would be so upset leaving the kids at home (picture that baba 3 is 1 year old, Arthur is 5 and Mel is 7...they're all babies). So, i can see Grace, Denise, and even George kicking them out of the house 😂😂

About the honeymoon, I imagine them choosing somewhere warm. Probably Greece or Italy during the spring/summer (around that time they get married). They rent a typical house not too far from a small town, but far enough to be alone 😏😏

I can see a lot of sleeping late, laying under the sun, having sex in every single corner of the house or even the beach they can...drinking sweet wine and enjoying their time together. Also, exploring the little town...walking around fairs of artisans and little shops, Matty wanting to buy EVERYTHING that reminds him of the kids and reader like we have only two suitcases and they're spoiled enough already (lol).

A LOT OF FACETIMING WITH THE BABAS...because they love their children so much!!

But what the video brings to my mind is this scene of them:

It's late in the evening, they're in the patio of the house where they can sit and admire the view. The mountains mixed with the sea view, a wonderful view that captivates Y/n's eyes. Although, Matty's view is other: his beautiful wife.

He admires how the golden light rays illuminate her factions. She has a glass of wine, sipping from time to time. Matty is seated not too far from her on a steel chair, staring at her with his head titled to a side. He sights loud, gaining her attention.

"What?"

Matty smiles at her and says nothing.

"Baby?" Y/n inists.

Matty leans forward, touching the side of her face. "I love you."

"Aww, baby..." Y/n whispers before kissing him. The mix of wine, cheese and her makes everything better.

Y/n moves backwards, admiring how the sun lighten the colour of his eyes, makes them look ethereal. His stubble is showing even more, and she has to bite her lower lip to repress saying what she wants.

"My wife?" he asks, mocking her a little because he notices the effect he has over her body and loves it. He touches her neck softly, making her shiver. "Something inside your mind you want to share with your dear husband?"

Y/n moan, feeling his fingers trail around the column of her neck.

"Mrs. Healy?"

"Stop."

"Why?" Matty approaches his mouth to kiss her skin, she gives him more access, moving her head to the side. "I'm not doing anything...you don't want, right?"

"Baby, please."

"Aren't you a needy thing, my sweet wife? Haven't I fucked you like an hour ago?"

"Matty."

"Yes, my love..."

"Please." she tries again.

Matty smirks wide, standing up, making Y/n open her eyes wide feeling he's going to leave her horny out there. Even though he extends his hand for her. Y/n doesn't hesitate and let him drag her to their bedroom.

HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTT ANON

[sleepingdeath-light]

Wtf who was cooking in the Cheese Church today?? Golden Cheese should be damn lucky to have a loyal partner willing to defend her at any given moment, I'd just hope her ego isn't large enough to where she wouldn't defend her s/o

DW Cheese Church established ages ago that she’s super protective and proud of her s/o 😂

[morvantmortuary]

Listen I am como se dice “sloshed” as the youth may put it but I love the idea of everyone in town being somewhat aware that the Morvant’s being responsible for the murders that go on in Greymoon???? Like they know that things can’t be a coincidence but also it’s not their business to go snitch and cops are incompetent so if they’re a good person there is no reason to spill the beans :PP

cheers honey I’m on my way there 🖤 sitting here with a tall bacardi and oj and hatchet 3 on in the background (have I seen hatchet 2 or just hatchet 1 twice? I can’t remember, we’ll find out 🧐)

and I think the comedy potential for that is golden, omfg 😂 

(eta: I got tipsy enough that it took me a good portion of hatchet III to write this, so it’s going under a cut, sorry it got so long babe I was just having a lot of fun ahdhfkflgl)

see, no one in town liked Vincent when he was the big cheese at the mortuary - he was a smarmy, arrogant sumbitch in public. he could be charming, sure, but there was just a coldness to him that no ~southern gentleman~ act could totally cover that up. emile was nicer, but he mostly lurked in the background, as vincent always demanded the spotlight. (and no one had remotely liked their daddy etienne back in the day, but that’s the manuscript version an even longer story.)

all that was known in town of the morvant children (our morvants) was that they were a maladjusted lot - shy at best, “bad seeds” at worst. then rora set the high school on fire, and whatever social good will maxi and hex had managed to accrue between them went right out the window. hex moved, rora died, mathilde went mad (think toni collette in hereditary right after the telephone pole) (if you haven’t seen hereditary that’s totally fine, that shit makes even me uncomfortable :’D), and so eventually it was just down to vincent and maxi, who the town collectively knew as “the quiet one.”

people knew that greymoon was cursed. people disappeared here. something wasn’t right. and they got the feeling that vincent would’ve had something to do with it even if he wasn’t an undertaker descended from a line of undertakers, but the fact that he was only further cemented it being him.

…then vincent up and died, and it was just maxi, and nobody quite knew what to think tbh. maxi was always shy, and at that stage in his twenties mostly got by with a cigarette in his hand and staring at his (always perfectly shined) shoes. he’d mumble and wave to people at most, but seemed to keep himself to himself since vincent was always calling the shots.

then he up and disappeared right after they put his daddy in the basement family mausoleum. and things got quiet.

too quiet.

at this point, the townsfolk realized that the morvants were definitely the source of all the disappearances in town. or at least, vincent definitely was, maybe the nice one emile yes also emile, probably etienne just bc he was such a mean motherfucker, and probably even his father the first maximilian before him, if not further back. when maxi took the fuck off, he made the fatal mistake of letting there be a lapse in the pattern. when people stopped disappearing and tourists could wander through greymoon and go home again, it didn’t take long at all to put two and two together.

(there was a lot of discussion on the front porches of greymoon’s senior citizens and nosy neighbors, trying to figure out whether “little maxi” figured out how to poison his daddy and run away because he snapped under the pressure of keeping secrets for so long. they were kind of right. then they wondered if he was just a psycho killer in waiting. they were definitely right.

“well I don’t care if he is, if that’s what made him finally put his daddy down.”

“amelia! that’s an awful thing to say!”

“vincent morvant was an awful man, and I never forgave him for gettin’ harold’s name wrong at his own service.”

“well did you proofread the programs?”

“no, but he was the damn funeral director! that was his job!” miz amelia sipped her sweet tea defiantly. “anyway, we all knew that boy was a little strange, but I’m willin’ forgive that if it means he finally got one over on that smug…” she grumbled the rest of her response, and the ladies of the greymoon historical society nodded solemnly in their circle of rocking chairs.)

so when maxi comes back five years later, suddenly sociable and happy as a clam, the entirety of greymoon holds its breath. vincent seemed to target anyone who drew his ire — any sort of disagreement was a deathwish, and people knew that, so they always tried to stay on his good side, even when he was definitely in the wrong. people treat maxi with kid gloves when he’s getting the funeral parlor functional again, just to be on the safe side —

but to their surprise, maxi’s a true gentleman despite his upbringing. he brushes off accidents and slights like they’re nothing (if he doesn’t apologize first), he insists on paying his fellow business owners what they’re due even when they offer him the steep discounts they gave his father. he shows up at every city hall meeting with big ideas about field trips and suggestions for keeping the local park clean. he helps little old ladies cross the street, for crying out loud. slowly, steadily, people begin to relax just a little.

then the first casualty goes missing, and everyone piles into the diner to figure out what set him off. picture the scene in jaws where they’re all trying to figure out how to catch the shark, everyone gathered around the chalkboard while the sheriff is desperately trying to restore order, until quint drags his fingernails down the chalkboard. except the greymoon sheriff isn’t here, because no one trusts that guy for beans bc acab babeyyyy, but that’s also a long story.

eventually, someone who was at the funeral remembers that the person who went missing was, to put it mildly, a poor guest in the morvant parlor. they talked through the service, they didn’t pay their respects to the widow, and worst of all, they left a mess of napkins and paper plates on the table during the reception afterwards.

so they wait. the only way to establish the pattern is to have multiple instances. everyone who lives in town is on their best behavior at every service that comes after.

when the next person goes missing, it’s some prick from a town over who would was a known creep - loitering around the practice fields when the high school volleyball team was training, picking fights at the local spot when he got too drunk, leering at women and girls during the weekend farmer’s market.

eventually, when enough people have gone missing that the common thread of “asshole” is securely established, everyone (save for greymoon PD) comes together at the diner again to have a very serious talk.

they have a reasonable suspicion of a killer in their midst. one whose family has been perpetrating these crimes for a very long time, if their hunch is right. they could act now and countless save future victims.

...but everyone remembers how inconvenient it was to take their dead outside the town, and how it just wasn’t the same as being able to take care of them in the town where they lived and died, and honestly, maxi is really quite good at his job, everyone agrees. he always thinks of the little, thoughtful details that most families are too grief-stricken to consider in the moment.

and besides, if it’s just people who are uncouth or rude or prey on others... well. that’s kind of a bonus, isn’t it?

out-of-towners are said to go missing hiking in the swamps just outside of town, which is a darn shame, because they’re just so lovely, really. and local predators have a habit of no longer being a problem after a while, thank goodness. the cops never seem to put two and two together (not bc they’re in on it but bc they genuinely are inept) and if anyone seems to get too close to calling it, the folks at the local news stations (television and radio, as the old people will still say proudly) always seem to flub the details of any evidence that comes to light.

when hector and rora show up, things get complicated, though. they’re not quite as... strict about their choice of targets as maxi is, as we’ve seen. post-october arc, there’s probably plenty of meetings being held at the 24 hour diner while they try to figure out what to do with them (and lots of gossip about just who that young lady is and why she seems to bear an eerie resemblance to “poor maxi’s scary late sister”). the morvants and their readers are just always so busy with necromancy matters, they’re never around to notice ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

though I will say, when covid-19 finally spreads to little old greymoon, everyone is very good and thorough about wearing their masks and social distancing. very good.

thank you for humoring me again, babe, I just thought this was such a funny idea I couldn’t resist :’D hugs to you, I hope you’re enjoying your evening!!! <3

[autumncottageattic]

KO_LO_MAN

Apple pie is in the autumn air!🍂This is our old fashioned apple pie recipe, the only apple pie I like. I tried so many and I don't like them all, even though I like apples and homemade apple jam very much. Some apples are better for snacking and others for baking😁 So me and mama always choose the sweet ones. The most important thing is that the crust is not hard, it is soft and the pie is delicious even the next day. This is not that kind of pie that you can use as an ax to chop wood for your fireplace (if you know what I mean)😂 Ingredients (for small portion, so you can double it): 50g butter 75g sugar 1 egg and 1 yolk, egg white for greasing the cake a pinch of salt vanilla extract (optional) 0.5 teaspoon baking soda 1 teaspoon apple cider vinegar 120g sour cream (or cream cheese) about 1.5 cups flour (250g cup size) about 4-5 middle size apples baking pan size (mine is 29x20cm or 26cm round baking pan) Begin with creaming butter and sugar together until pale and fluffy before then adding the eggs and flour. Add the rest of the ingredients and make the dough. The dough should be soft, do not add too much flour. Place the dough in a bowl, cover it with a towel and leave it out for about 30 min. Then divide the dough into two balls (one bigger and one smaller). Leave most of the dough for the bottom of the pie. Roll out dough, place the bottom crust in your pan so that it lines the bottom and sides of the baking pan. Fill with peeled apples (cut apples in very thin slices). Roll out second disc of dough, as before. Gently place onto the top of the filling in the pie. Fold the edge of the top piece of dough over and under the edge of the bottom piece of dough, pressing together. *If the apples are really sweet, you don't need to add sugar to it. If you think that apples are not sweet enough, sprinkle them with sugar. Beat an egg white until frothy, then brush over the dough. Bake at 170°-190°C (or 350-375°F) for about 45-50 minutes or until golden brown. Transfer to a wire rack and let cool completely. You can also make caramel sauce and have it with apple pie, it's super delicious:)

[smokingbomber]

The King at the Well (sailor moon, alphabet)

well 😂 it's meant to be an echtra, because it's not christian enough to be an immram? like an irish hero's journey with a ship voyage, but the ship voyage is in part 2 which i haven't written yet.

basically zoisite is the king of the fireflies, a most beautiful person who is determined to marry the most beautiful other person, and he makes a mess of it, because otherwise there wouldn't be a story. it's done in traditional irish storyteller style.

excerpt:

When the sun rose above the green hills and misty valleys, burning the morning dew off every verdant leaf one by one, the beautiful King of the Fireflies rose with it and busied himself with preparations for his trip. He packed his golden combs and his mirror, his kohl and his golden jewelry and perfumes, his gem-encrusted sword and his sparkling armor; he slung across his chest one flagon of water and one of beer; into his pack he piled dried meats and sweetmeats, apples and cheese and the softest bread and the richest butter.

As the day reached midmorning, the beautiful king finally decided he was ready, and set off to fulfill his self-imposed quest. He walked near and far, over hills and fields, under bridges and bowers, through tall grass and thick fog, and he spoke with no soul but those within his kingdom until he came upon a marvelously handsome giant, sitting in an enormous stone chair on the mountainside.

"Ho, Giant!" the tiny king cried in his loudest voice, "I have come to slay you and bring your head-- or perhaps an ear, or the smallest joint of your little finger-- to the Holy Well as proof I am interesting and accomplished to the spirit that dwells there, as she is impressed by neither beauty nor wit!"

The giant bent his massive raven-haired head, frowning and squinting, and leaned forward to cup his hand around his ear and hear the tiny king better. As he moved, he dislodged trees and rocks, birds and beasts, and a small landslide of earth and pebbles from his shoulders and arms. "WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY, SMALL KING? I COULD NOT HEAR YOU," he boomed, and the earth shook with the sound of his voice.

"HO, GIANT!" the now-exasperated King of the Fireflies repeated, "I HAVE COME TO SLAY YOU AND BRING THE SMALLEST JOINT OF YOUR LITTLE FINGER TO THE HOLY WELL TO IMPRESS ITS SAINTED SPIRIT, WHO IS IMPRESSED BY NEITHER BEAUTY NOR WIT!"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20412730/chapters/48421303

[theretirementstory]

Greetings from a very soggy Bar-sur-Aube where the temperature is 17c and is not due to rise too much at all. As if that wasn’t bad enough it has rained since 6pm yesterday, although it does look brighter now, I think that is just to lull me into going outside to do some jobs, then it will start raining again!

My goodness it has been a busy week this week. I almost missed the movie “Limbo “ and as the one way system was supposed to have one section closed and two way traffic on the other section I parked at the supermarket and walked into town. 😡 at 4pm Monday the roads were still flowing normally so I could have taken the car.

It was the “Fête de la Musique”, in town and I went to see the African Dance group along with the percussion group providing the music, then I went to the church to see the choir. Definitely the wrong choice as a couple of bands were playing in town and I think I would have preferred those! It was lovely to see so many people out enjoying themselves.

I had a rendezvous with my friend Anie, I was going to pick strawberries or raspberries, arrived “chez Anie” at 5pm and we had cherry tart and tea before wandering down to her allotment. We picked raspberries, there were oodles, she even had a bush which produced golden raspberries 😳. I returned home with the remainder of the cherries she had been given, a big punnet of raspberries, rhubarb and a bouquet of flowers from the garden.

The inauguration of the re-designed room was taking place this week, it is at the centre for the refugees and I had been asked to attend along with my knitting group. We toasted the new room with “cidre” of which I am not a big fan, but I must admit this was a rather lovely cidre which never found it’s way to my head (thank goodness). The refugee ladies had made food, Georgian cheese bread (delicious), plus a shredded chicken salad, Afghan chicken, stuffed aubergines, a vegetable ravioli topped with a meat , an Iranian rice dish with pomegranate seeds, and possibly Iranian flat bread. To follow was a huge gateau, a 3 chocolate cakes layered with mashed banana and walnuts, then the whole cake covered in cream with strawberries piled in the centre. The thought of the banana did put me off a little but I have to say it really was delicious. I returned home about 2:30pm and had to relax after all of that food.

Pauline has messaged me this week, just requiring help with phrasing questions to hotel clients. I hope she has had a good week at work, although it is only until she goes to University, if she is confident with the computer system she may be able to get a job in an hotel in the city where she studies. I messaged Monique, she was going for tests last Tuesday and I just wanted to make sure she was ok. Then I had been thinking about Jony, so I messaged him too and got a really lovely message back. I cannot believe that it is almost 4 years since he left town, I must go through to Paris and meet up with him one day. Having said that, SNCF are wanting to continue with electrification of the line between Nogent-sur-Seine and Troyes, there is a consultation meeting as they are proposing this work be completed by 2028 and as such are recommending no traffic on the line either from 1 July - 31 Aug or from 15 June - 15 September during 2025/6/7 😳. They have said it will take 8 months to complete the work. Blimey folks, you get all the news here 😂😂

I had a video call with “The Daddy” this morning, my granddaughter said “are you coming to stay at my house?” Her brother was giving me smiles and giggles, he resembles his father at that age! I really must look into travel times for that holiday.

“The Paralegal” is just so happy working for this firm. It makes such a difference seeing him so happy. Although the “old team” at the firm are reluctant, he is managing to drag them, kicking and screaming into the 21st century.

The Fire Station in town held its Open Day yesterday, the Maire, his adjoint and the Sous Préfet were among the dignitaries attending. There is a “roving reporter” in town, think he has read my earlier blogs, and he did three good videos of the demonstrations given. One was removing the top of a car to get to a casualty inside and the second was a turntable ladder being used at a house fire.

Today there was to be a vide grenier (I thought it was in the supermarket car park) no it was on the Bertrand de Bar housing estate. I had a little walk around, what caught my eye the most was 1) the man coming from his house with the huge bowl of chips (French fries), at the first stall they were tucking into those fries for lunch, the next stall had two huge quiche Lorraine, and at another stall the two ladies were enjoying a glass of vin blanc! My type of vide grenier, even though it was cool and damp the community spirit shone through, it was so lovely to see. Unfortunately, there was nothing that caught my eye so I came home “les mains vides “.

I have had raspberries from the cane in my garden, yes one on Friday and one on Saturday! 😂