#mmmm cheese

[xaytheloser]

opinion: cheese tastes way better hot than cold

[luk4695]

raclette for lunch today, hopefully this time I'm not intimidated by the potato water so I can eat something else than just cheese

also today we celebrate finally stretching up to 8g !!

[its-bloober-official]

You can tell that I'm tired because I'll start making things like this

[redmegarex]

"cheese is like catnip for white people"

[theres-a-bea]

if bread and cheese has zero stans i am dead and buried

[selfshipdorito]

🧀

thank you, I'll go eat some cheese actually

[adhdo5]

Made cheese scones today. They're so fucking chease

[saienby]

Things that would fix me right now:

Deep fried mozzarella sticks

The funkiest bass line known to humankind

[onyxtheenigma]

Gods I fucking love cheese. Like, mac n cheese? Amazing. Spaghetti with an absurd amount of parmesan? Perfect. Shredded cheese straight out of the bag? Great snack.

Mmmmmmmmm cheese :]

[bonchobrick]

(angst alert !! death + slight blood tw !!)

Tim is stuck in a sticky situation and has to call a certain 'spooky' friend for help.

Jason would probably call him a dumbass for trying to do something so stupid. Well, atleast thats what Tim thinks Jason would do, he isn't for sure though, he isn't certain.

Because Jason's laying on the ground with a flat pulse and he wont be giving him any answers anytime soon.

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“Don' look so weird replacement, its just anoth’r day in gotham.” His brother slurs with the slight quirk of his lips

"Jason don't fucking do this to me!" Tim hisses tears cursing his eyes

And Jason, oh that bastard—bleeding out on the pavement and in Tim’s arms sends him his classic beaming Robin Smile. 

"Love ya' little bro take care of yo'rself, kay?" he says eyes fluttering

"Jay," Tim cries, "You dick."

For all the joy and hope and belief his smile conveyed for the first time in a long time—his red blood muddled what should’ve been such a nice sight. Tim held him on the pavement with someone yelling on the comm mic on the floor that he just can’t bother trying to pay attention to. 

The pavement is cold. The air is cold. His brother is cold. It’s all so cold tonight. 

All the younger boy does close his eyes and slowly, In. Out. In. Out.

He lets himself breathe for a minute. Lets the horror wash over him. Lets himself absorb what just happened,

Then he gets back to work. 

Like a switch his brain is back online running at a hundred miles an hour–what is the best scenario, what should I do when my brother's wrist is limp and his eyes are shut, what do I do if he’s dead again, what can i do, how can I Fix. This.

Thoughts cloud his mind, whirring around his head like layers and layers of messy documents has just been dumped on his desk and he’s shuffling through them panicked trying to find the right file because its somewhere here, there is something and he just needs to sort. it. out. And–

Then it all becomes clear. 

His desk is back to clean and stationary. All of the papers are gone back into neat piles in neat manila folders, stored away in tidy filing shelves–

Everything is gone aside from one little yellow sticky note in the center of the desk.

“Well, Jay?” Tim chuckles with a cracked voice, “Second times the charm right?”

In his mind, at the center of it all, on a yellow sticky note lies the words in green ink: ‘Contact The Ghost King.’

Slowly he shifts and with a loud grunt he lifts up Jason, “Up we go!”

“--im? Why do you have Red Hood’s Comm–Tim what happened! Tim!” the comm speaker plays faintly in the background of his head, “Tim! Whatever you’re thinking off doing, don’t!” someone Tim can’t think about hisses

Tim hums absentmindedly towards the mic, almost automatically, “Don’t worry Babs, I’ve got it covered.”

Walking away from the roof he thinks to himself, I wonder where Jason would wanna wake up? Perhaps his apartment? Yea, i think that would go well by him–let’s head to the apartment.  

And just like that Tim leaves a crime scene—shuffling away with a dead body over his shoulder and a plan.

“Jay,” Tim murmurs to the corpse on his shoulder, “You’re really gonna hate this, but i’m doing this for you anyways cause I love you. So dont be too hard on me when you wake up okay asshole?”

Tim stumbles off into the stairwell making his descent and sometime as he walks away Barbara faintly catches him on the comm saying

“-Your gonna love Danny and making your lame 'im a dead guy' jokes with him man .”

[st-froy]

Good lord I just realised that your little masked manthing is in fact not made of string cheese but is actually wearing a fullbody sweater of some sort

😭😭😭 yeah he stay comfy. Here’s a quick little pic of what he’s wearing (kinda )

[electricalcheese]

i drew joe with the bromine brush at first and then decided "hey why not do the other members too!"

all of them put together under the cut

(boooo i had to made joe's 1837 x 2000 why did i add those extra pixels he doesn't fit perfectly) (my canvas size is usally 1837 x 1837)

[mmmm-burnt-eggs]

Step 1: Burn 2 perfectly good slices of toast

Step 2: put some pepperonis and shredded cheese between the burnt bread slices

Step 3: Cook in microwave until cheese is melted

Step 4: Eat your squishy Pizza Sandwich

[keirawantstocry]

fic suggestion, i know its yuri week but have you ever considered slimebo(slimecicle/tubbo)? something with them bonding over taking care of sunny while in prison i think they could be such a silly duo

oh sweet anon ofc I have thought of slimebo

Tubbo didn't need another parent. He was taking care of his princess perfectly fine on his own thank you very much. Some days he wished her other parents would wake up. Finally meet their daughter. But they didn't. It was fine he did absolutely everything he could for her to make up for it.

To be honest he was hesitant when Charlie woke up in prison. Slime was volatile to say the least and Tubbo worried what his reaction to little Sunny would be.

But he melted. Tubbo heard the exact moment when Charlie's voice shifted into love. It was softer and more gentle then anything he had heard from the man and to his mind's utter dismay it made his heart melt just a bit.

He dragged him off to a corner of the prison later that night once Sunny and the other eggs went back to their cells. "I swear to God, if you hurt her I will fucking find you and kill you with my bare hands."

Charlie blinked at him. "I'm not gonna hurt her, dude. She's... she's my daughter and she trusts me despite the shit everyone has told her about me." Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes. "I'm going to prove her right and everyone else wrong. I can be a good parent." His eyes shifted into a pleading expression. "But I need your help. Help me be better for her?"

Tubbo released the iron grip he had on the other man and rocked back on his heels. "You know I would do anything for her."

Charlie smiled. "So will I."

So in that moment, for once in his life, Tubbo decided to trust. For the sake of his daughter.

[kevindavidday]

a second kevaaron long fic idea has hit the brain

[tricksymewtini]

cheese :3

close up under the cut!!!!