#ketchup and mustard man
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awayhere · 10 months ago
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In 1990 - 1991 the Ketchup and Mustard Man was performed live by the Billy Nayer Show. The film adaptation was created in 1992. Written and directed by Cory McAbee.  Music by The Billy Nayer Show.
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mattastr0phic · 8 months ago
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The consequences of a friend getting me into RvB like a week or two ago and then suddenly Rooster Teeth announces it's shut down got me sobbing at 4:30 am
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kindahoping4forever · 1 year ago
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Calum @ The 5SOS Show Tour Lisbon - 23 September 2023
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smply-sktchng · 1 year ago
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power and denji eating hamburgers tofether
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sotrue!! burgertime!!
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silveragelovechild · 26 days ago
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detentiontrack · 6 months ago
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Craving a very specific sandwich my dad made me July 6th of 2010
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murdockbuckley · 9 months ago
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none of you know i have matt murdock artwork next to my bed
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kaithewhatever · 2 years ago
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Ketchup and Mustard in their Christmas outfit featuring Mint(the dragon)
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your-hotdog-husband · 1 year ago
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Would I get the t-shirt?
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doctor-gyro-gearloose · 2 years ago
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Sad mama-mia sounds
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1988-fiend · 1 year ago
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I love all the suits
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Just saying
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jazzums · 8 months ago
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mj with a gun is the strongest character in the game
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burgundywing · 8 months ago
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Bats and their least favourite Rogues to deal with (other than Joker of course)
Bruce hates dealing with Two-Face, mostly because of knowing and valuing Harvey as a friend and he feels a sense of guilt that he wasn't able to save the man.
Damian does not enjoy fighting Poison Ivy as he actually agrees with many of her ideologies, and cannot always fully convince himself she's not going about it the right way. Ivy knows this and loves to use it against him. Damian is also not fond of her cuddle pollen as it allows his overbearing older brother to latch onto him like the limpet he is with a viable excuse.
Tim HATES Hatter. Losing control of your mind is basically Tim's worst nightmare. The Joker Junior incident only adds fuel to his mind control terrors. Whenever Hatter gets out the rest of the family has to keep an extra close eye on Tim who tends to give up sleeping in order to put Hatter back in Arkham.
Scarecrow is the least favourite of both Dick and Jason. Although every member of the batfam have their fair share of traumatic memories, Dick and Jason always find reliving theirs hardest to shake off. Any loud thumps after set both of them off, Dick thinking yet another person has hit the floor and Jason thinking it was yet another strike of the crowbar.
Stephanie is terrified of Professor Pyg. He is not as loud and demanding of attention as the rest of the Rogues so the others never consider him as the worst but there is something about him that makes her absolutely sick to her stomach. She's had one close encounter with him and never wants to see him again. If she's a little quick to let someone else take a case that may involve him that's nobody else's business but hers.
Cass is not a fan of Riddler. She is the least equipped to deal with his games as she cannot fully grasp the double meanings of many English words and Riddler has very confusing body language to read. Cass does not like feeling useless and Riddler is terrifying in his own right so being completely unequipped to stop him is not something she enjoys.
Duke hates Condiment King. And Kite Man. Such B-list villains but of course with his luck they always escape on the day shift. Mustard and ketchup are incredibly difficult to get out of the cracks in his armour and Kite Man is annoying and has an unfortunate habit of picking him up and DROPPING HIM. Duke's over it.
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mostlyvoidpartiallysass · 2 years ago
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If you give up Mustard you give up Mayo.
Dijon mustard is a common ingredient in Mayonnaise.
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twst-shenanigans · 2 months ago
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twst Incorrect quote #327
*MC having a nice tea time with Diasomnia*
MC: "Last night I dreamt I was a bottle of ketchup."
MC: *looks to Malleus* "And you were mustard. Which is weird cause usually you're mayonnaise in my dreams."
MC: "Why do you suppose that is?"
*Sebek looking flabbergasted, Silver barely awake, and Lilia struggling not to laugh his fangs off*
Malleus: "Everyone quiet. My child of man is telling us their wonderful dream."
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zorobff · 1 month ago
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dress up. (toji fushiguro x f!reader)
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synopsis: in an attempt to make some memories, you come up with the idea of a family costume for this year’s halloween. toji and megumi might need a little convincing, though…
a/n: first fic in like a year and first time writing for my babygirl toji :3
word count: 1.1k
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toji carelessly lets himself fall next to you, his sheer body weight causing the couch to jolt slightly. he nods at your phone. “whatcha looking at?”
“just some costumes. halloween’s coming up and—”
a smile creeps up on toji’s face before you can get another word out. “you shoulda asked me first, baby. i got a few good ideas. patient and nurse could work, i love a woman in uniform—my woman in uniform. cop and prisoner, too. would give us a good excuse to finally buy some handcuffs.” he winks.
“sounds like you’ve been thinking about this for a while,” you tease. “but unfortunately, none of those are gonna work.”
toji’s face falls ever so slightly and you have to hold back a laugh at seeing a grown man pout.
“had you let me finish, you’d know i want to do a family costume.”
“baby, c’mon,” he groans, rubbing his face. “i never go all out f’ halloween, you know that.”
you arch a brow. “you seemed eager a few seconds ago.”
he huffs. “that was different.”
“mhm, sure,” you reply, sarcastically. “i don’t mind suggestions, just a little more family friendly and less… porn-y.”
“where’s the fun in that?” he deadpans.
you smack his bicep. “save the roleplaying for later. i mean, just look at how cute these are.”
you hand him your phone and he reluctantly takes it. he’s seen this app before; pinterest, he believes it’s called. his eyes roam over the page for a moment, seeing various families of three dressed in an array of costumes. rock, paper and scissors. ketchup, mustard and a hot dog. fork, knife, and spoon.
he hands you back your phone when he decides he’s seen enough. “baby, those are humiliating.”
“no they’re not! they’re fun.” you snatch the device back, furiously scrolling. “besides, we’re making memories for megumi to look back on when he’s older.”
“have you met the little twerp? he’s practically a 70 year old man in the body of a second grader.” toji shakes his head with a smile. “you sure he’d even wanna do this?”
“we should at least ask him. then he can’t say we never tried.”
toji’s eyes soften; you really were giving this your all. your dedication to making megumi’s childhood a happy and healthy one was something that tugged at his heart strings; especially since toji had never received that kind of affection in his youth. and yet, here was a beautiful woman he was privileged to call his wife trying her best to break that generational curse. he truly was a lucky man.
“megumi!” shouts toji, suddenly determined to make this family costume work. “get in here!”
megumi’s little voice comes back muffled from his upstairs bedroom. “wait, i’m almost done with this level!”
“tch, he’s glued to that damn thing. what’s it called? a switch?” toji shakes his head and mumbles, “should’ve never let you buy it f’ him.”
“don’t be jealous,” you tease. “if you’re good, i’ll get you one for christmas too.”
toji smirks. “actually, i wanted to ask for a special gift this year.”
“oh yeah? what’s that?”
“y’know how megumi’s been askin’ for a sibling—”
you shove his shoulder and he laughs.
toji takes that as his cue to leave and talk to megumi, standing from the couch with an exaggerated groan. (you always made fun of him for it, claiming that it was such an old man thing to do. he always refuted that you knew what you were getting into when you married someone his age.)
he heads upstairs, delivering a firm knock when he reaches megumi’s door. “get out here, kiddo. need to talk to ya real quick.”
he hears a groan then the shuffling of feet. the door swings open and there stands his son, eyebrows furrowed and lips downturned. clearly, he wasn’t thrilled about having to pause his game.
“sheesh, kid,” toji huffs. “don’t make that face, starting to look like your old man.”
“what is it, dad?” he sighs in exasperation.
“we’re dressing up for halloween this year. as a family.”
that catches the eight year old off guard. “what? why?”
“for the memories or somethin’.”
“i don’t really wanna…” megumi trails off.
toji scratches the back of his head. “i hear ya. but it’ll make your mom real happy so we’re doin’ it.”
megumi purses his lips. “what’s the costume?”
“i dunno. we can’t seem t’ decide. got any ideas?”
“hmmm… i kinda wanted to be michael meyers this year.”
“it’s a group costume, megumi, ya can’t just— hang on, michael meyers? how the hell do you know about him?”
megumi shrugs as if he doesn’t see the issue. “i saw the movie at uncle shiu’s house once.”
toji makes a mental note to never shiu babysit megumi again. or at the very least, go over what movies a second grader is allowed to watch.
toji clears his throat. “well, forget you ever saw it. and don’t tell your mother, got it?”
megumi nods.
“good. erm… any other ideas?”
there’s a silence between the two.
“c’mon, kid, think of something. if not, your mom’s gonna make us dress up as condiments or silverware or somethin’ stupid.”
megumi groans, clearly fed up with the conversation. “can i just go back to playing super mario bros?”
it’s as if a lightbulb goes off in toji’s mind. “you like those guys?”
megumi nods slowly. “yeah… why?”
“you wanna be one of ‘em for halloween?”
megumi’s face lights up. “really? can i be luigi?”
toji grins, satisfied with his reaction. “don’t see why not.”
“cool! does that mean you’ll be mario?”
his dad chuckles. “guess so.”
“ooh and mom could be princess peach!”
“that’s the, uh… pink one, right?”
megumi giggles at his father’s obliviousness, nodding.
“works out then. i’ll go tell your mama.” he ruffles his son’s tar black hair. “thanks, megs. gonna make her day.”
megumi flashes a toothy grin then retreats back into his room.
when toji returns to the living room with a smug smile and pep in his step, you take notice.
“what’s with you?” you inquire.
“oh, nothin’. just got megumi to agree on a family costume, that’s all.”
you eye your husband with interest. “oh really?”
“you’re welcome, princess. speaking of which, you’re gonna need a pink dress and crown.”
“well, now i’m really curious.”
“you know that little game he likes? the one with the plumber brothers—” before he can even finish, you shoot up from your comfortable position.
“how didn’t i think of that sooner? it’s perfect!”
“megs seemed pretty excited about it too. knew exactly which character he wanted to be and everythin’.”
you nearly melt. “that’s all what i wanted. i’ll order the costumes right away.” you lean over to pepper his face in kisses. “thank you so much, toji.”
he grunts, though he’s smiling so hard his scar tilts upwards. “yeah, yeah. how about you thank me with that christmas present i was talkin’ about earlier?”
you pull away from him and grin. “nice try.”
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