#they're shaped like cheerios

[quetzal-animations]

The cover design for a comic I'm working on!

-bounces around happily-

LOOK AT IT

AGH IT'S SO COOL I LOVE IT-

AND GUESS WHAT.

I made it with this:

HAH- >:D

My friends all think I'm insane now, btw.

Eh, not surprised. "\_(•-•)_/"

Like, why wasn't that just assumed upon our initial meeting???

People. I don't get it.

[fullofgutsndopamine]

City Glows (Silhouette Of A Home)

tw: mention of religion/ religious based guilt, mention of neglect/abuse, mention of injury, poverty, mention of food/ lack of

prequel wcbah verse (not necessary reading, but more here if you're interested-mind the tags)

growing up, savior took many different forms. it shape-shifted into different forms, morphed and formed and wore different skins, showed itself differently.

One was in the form of Wednesdays. days spent in rooms no larger than a closet while a tired looking

woman read passages from the bible: how he saved people, how no sheep were left behind (ignoring the feeling in your gut, the pain that you felt as you thought that he missed one, over counted, never came back). How this was your escape for a few hours from your house, a refuge finding peace.

Another was in the form of the library in town. small, with outside paneling that looked like it could blow away with one bad gust of wind; how the book edges were all yellow with age and worn with time and tiny fingerprints-how you were possible you'd read every book in that tiny room five times over

the other was the old closet in your room. how you could go in there and hide among the clothing, making yourself smaller and smaller until you didn't exist, eyes squeezed shut and hands covering your ears as you wished you were anywhere but here.

Savior took so many different forms that when a true savior came you almost missed it.

This savior took the form of a small kid; a mop of messy brown hair on top of his head, always messy and a million different ways, his clothes always too big, practically falling off his small form, all skin and bones himself-deep bags under his eyes that bordered on black and blues, danced and loomed around his eyes, wrapping itself around his face-

"You made the castle too close to the lake."

Your head whips up. He stands on the seawall, his toes wiggle against the hot concrete and his hands on his hips:

"it's too close," he repeats, "The current is going to take it away."

finally it's too hard to ignore the voice. your hand cups around your face to block the sun from your eyes, the permanent squint you have from the unforgiving summers-

charlie is small for his age. Clothes too big that fall off his tiny frame, make him look sickly, all edges and sharp ends he hasn't grown into yet.

"Wanna come by my house?" he says, his voice is gentle and low, hard to hear over the waves crashing into the sea wall before they retreat back-he's making himself smaller, as if he's afraid to speak, to say the wrong thing. "Our beach is back further-the waves won't hurt you."

He sports a black eye. it's hard to take your eyes off anything else but that, the deep purple that blooms and the sickly green in the middle of it-a bouquet of colors you yourself are familiar with.

Your head cranes into your own house. the lights are off; not because of the sun out high and bright in the sky, even thouah you'd lie to vourself and say that's the reason and not the thicker, yellow envelopes that collect dust and age on the counter, forgotten and moved around with crinkled edges.

No ones home. only came out of his own cottage in search of some human life. in proof that someone was around. that maybe some cared. instead- this isn't rare. it would be strange if someone actually was home-

"have to-" your voice is as low as his, eyes on the ground, "lunch."

it's a lie. lunch is the expired box of cheerios in a cabinet high enough you have to scrape a chair against the floor to climb up. they're old from age, practically crumble and milk is a luxury you can't even think of affording-

"I just ate," charlie lies, "You can have my leftovers." charlie thinks of the cheese in his fridge, wonders if it's expired already. he'd been saving it for the day his Pa finally leaves, when he can have a second away without the stress of him lingering and waiting for charlie to fuck up. charlie had saved up change for awhile; stuck in couch cushions and found in parking lots as he explored then barefoot and mosquito bitten-got his small container, held onto it like a lifeline.

"c'mon," he says again, offers his hand: "you can work on the castle and i'll make the leftovers. i won't bother you."

he can see you weighing options, trying to find more excuses. instead, your dads voice in your head. his breath is hot, his lips pressed against your ear: "we can't trust those folks," he slurs, "they don't want us. they hate us-"

"My names Charlie," he says again, his hand is offered to you and you both ignore the various markings and scratches on it.

"Charlie."

his name rolls of your tongue like it's something you've always known, it's like he threw you a lifeline. don't have to weigh it around, toss it around in your mouth. comes out immediately, like you've always known it.

"that's right," he smiles, "that means we're friends now. Let me make you lunch."

"I'm not a sympathy case," you finally huff, "I can make my own lunch-"

"My Pa said it's a sin to waste food," he lies easily,

"i'm not wasting these leftovers. It's you or the ducks."

charlie thinks of the food thrown against the wall, how it slid down so comically slow, deep reds and maybe purple if he squinted, looked hard enough-how it was the only art to rest on his walls, how his own finger painted masterpieces laid in the bottom of half filled garbage bags, never good enough.

finally, your hand collides into his with a loud clap, and he keeps a straight face even though his hand vibrates and aches from it.

"Fine," you say, "But only because bread makes ducks sick. I read that at the library."

"Local neighbor and hero to the ducks," he teases as he gently pulls you through the bushes that separate your houses, "I'm sure they're thrilled. What do you feed them instead?"

You open your mouth to info dump on him. no one's ever home. talking is even a luxury and to be able to talk to someone who entertains your ideas instead of calling you dumb or being met with a fist is something you never even let be a possibility. The words come up short in your mouth when you get to his sea wall- C. is written in what is now dried cement, tiny handprints and a heart under them-a few feet behind it is a small bank, clean sand with a bundle of sticks and a cracked bucket.

"here."

he releases your hand and you realize how much you suddenly hate the feeling of not having his hand in yours.

"You can play with my stuff while i cook for a second. i'll be right back, i won't bother you."

and you're about to insist he isn't bothering you, could never, but he pushes the cracked bucket towards you and disappears through a half broken sliding screen door.

even from outside you can hear cabinets open and close, creaking from age-a lot being done for just leftover, you think, as you try to add onto the small village he made-

"here."

he appears a second later, ducked shoulders as he sets it on the half broken table.

you stand and wipe the sand from your knees, hoping what you added was okay but before you can ask he sets it on the table, face red.

"It's not much," he tries, "but just-"

a single piece of bread carefully cut and folded into twin pieces-a luxury of a single slice of cheese between the two, a golden brown with the crusts carefully cut off and set next to them. the smallest handful of pretzels next to them-know without saying anything how carefully rationed they are-

"you can sit next to me," charlie pulls a seat out, shrugs, "if you want, of course."

carefully, you sit in the chair and try to ignore how he sits on the edge of his own with a wince, how he cranes his neck the entire time as if he's looking over his own property the whole time to make sure you're safe-

"This is a lot," you say carefully, "for leftovers." pink dances up his face and he scratches at his scalp, obviously caught in a lie.

"Not much but it's-"

you pick up the half of the grilled cheese and holding up to him, his own hand frozen an uncertain in the air.

"that's yours-" he tries to insist before you roll your eyes, cut hm off, "i'm not eating if you don't."

he hesitates but when you don't give in he sighs, accept it carefully: "thank you."

you two chew in silence for a second before he looks at the small village you made with his, how the new addition looks suspiciously familiar to his own small cottage and the one that looks like yours-

"i like the houses." he says carefully, "they're nice."

Flies buzz at his head and he waves a hand lazily in the air around them:

"not as good as yours," you finally say, "Thanks for letting me add them. I can destroy them before I leave-"

"you can stay, if you want." he shrugs, trying to make it into nothing, "im not doing anything. you're safe here i can go in the yard-"

"only if you stay with me."

he licks his lips, "yeah," shakes his head again, "sure okay. I'll stay with you."

this time, you hold out your own hand and it tangles into yours as he lefts you pull him to the seawall again.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3759

today was a much better day.

the sky was finally clear enough to let the sun through and the light streaming through my window this morning put me in a much better place. very happy about that.

i even got started on the databases my brother wanted help with. they're a pain in the ass, but i told him i'll do them.

there's a chinese place in town that does a lunch buffet, and it's been such a long time since i was last there, so my mom and i decided to go today. it was pretty good. it was nice to have a wide variety of food to choose from instead of the same four things that we get when we order regular dishes.

after lunch we stopped at the grocery store and two drugstores, one for medications and the other for covid and flu tests, and when my mom went into the second one, she came back with tests and a little stuffed reindeer.

everybody, meet Franklin.

he is a Palm Pal, and Frankie here makes the third one i've been given in a year. i've got a manta ray and mothman, too. they're very soft and their overall shape is that of a chocolate chip, so they're very cute. they've got beans in them too instead of all stuffing. i gave him the bow while my mom and i were cutting fabric for a quilt.

today was another day i didn't actually eat dinner. i just didn't feel like it and i didn't want anybody to question it, so i just removed myself from the equation with noncommittal answers and "i'll get some later."

it worked!

okay, so i had cheerios and ice cream four hours later. that kinda counts as dinner.

i watched ncis with my mom for a little bit before coming to bed.

everything should be done with my resume and linkedin, so i just need to apply for jobs for my job search requirements so i can keep getting unemployment. i'm trying my best but having a rewritten resume helps my confidence.

i have a lot to do.

but i did get to briefly talk to both joel and leo today. i miss them both and could really use a hug.

[smokeygrayrabbits]

I'm a vashwood shipper til the day I die, I think we all know this by now. they're just so doomed by the narrative bbgs I love them. but on the other hand,, I really like the idea of the whole adoption thing with them.

The idea of baby wolfwood finding tiny little sapling vash and nai in a cardboard box in the rain and then taking them home with them because livio has been talking about wanting a kitten for months now, but he's allergic so wolfwood had to keep saying no. but these two little critters look both hypoallergenic and pet-shaped to little baby wolfwood, so he hides them under his coat and smuggles them into the orphanage. he keeps them in a box under his bed and he and livio feed them stale Cheerios.

tiny vash and nai grow up into freaky all powerful eldritch beings who love wolfwood and livio so so much, they give the orphanage power and money and maybe nai still starts a cult but it's more of a pyramid scheme to raise funds for the orphanage so Nico can buy him more Cheerios.

alternatively, babies Nico and livio stumbling upon a fully grown vash bleeding out in a dumpster or half drowned in the mud or something equally dumb and dragging him home to miss Melanie to fix him up, and when vash wakes up he's absolutely fawning over the sweet little babies who were kind enough to save his useless ass but, oh no. the babies live here? the roof is falling apart! and there are more babies? and only poor miss Melanie to take care of them? this wont do! so he adopt the orphanage in the way stray cats adopt people. he never sticks around, but he'll occasionally leave them presents on the doorstep. and only a few of the presents were dead birds! whenever he's caught leaving money or food for them, he is immediately picked up by the scruff of his neck and dragged inside for some food and a bath. slowly domesticated by miss Melanie and the kids. eventually, nai gets wind of his brother crashing at the orphanage his cult owns, and starts showing up with presents too. suddenly miss Melanie is getting funding for the orphanage from the weird stray gunman and his unsettling sugar daddy brother. but it's putting food on the table so whatever. not to mention those two absolutely adore little Nico and livio.

[amidalashandmaidens]

any 5 that youd like for the fan kid asks! -@hearts-and-stars

ahh!! thank you for sending these! they're great prompts.

📄 - What's their name? If you and your f/o picked it, how did you pick it? Or if they picked their name, how did they pick it?

Alright, so, Jotaro and Eileen could not agree on what to name Jouta. Eileen was on a star-themed kick: Nova, Sirius, Rigel, Astrophel...on and on. Jotaro nearly caved on Astrophel, not gonna lie. Eileen knew, of course, before Jolyne that all Joestars have the star-shaped birthmark but-- like wow. She did not want to pass up the opportunity! Jotaro, on the other hand is stuck on Seitaro (the taro was. A. Coincidence), he would like a calm child...please.

Then Joseph suggests Shīzā. The context behind the name, the filtered stories Joseph told Jotaro as a kid, what Jotaro learned from his Grandma Suzie. It feels like Joseph is gifting Jotaro and Eileen something precious. That's their second baby's name.

But when Eileen holds her son for the first time? Oh, he's a Jouta. Jotaro looks at her like she's crazy. Shīzā becomes a middle name.

🙂 - What was their first word? How old where they when they said it? How surprised were you and their other parent(s) if they have any?

Jouta's first word was a very perky "bye!" Jotaro was leaning down to give his son a goodnight kiss when Jouta squished his little hands on his dad's face.

"Bye!" he chirped.

Jotaro was so confused? Does Jouta not want any goodnight kisses? Jouta giggles and then grabs Jotaro's ears. Ah, he was playing!

Then Eileen comes into Jouta's room for a goodnight kiss and gets the same treatment!

How rude!! He's about a year and three months old when he pulls this.

🚼 - When did they start crawling? Likewise, where did they start walking? Were you prepared for it or did it catch you off guard?

Jouta starts crawling at 8 months. Jolyne is a very good big sister, because she sets a fantastic example.

"Do this!"

Jouta squints at his older sister crawling around.

"Is easy! Go!"

***

Jouta learns to walk in an airport. Eileen was not prepared for this. One minute, she's letting Jouta down so he can play with the tags on the suitcase. Next thing he's half-way to the gift shop! Up until this point he'd been using Eileen's leg as an anchor, so it's a surprise to see Jouta just -- going!!

🤝 - Do they have any friends, real or imaginary? Do they make friends easily or are they shy?

🥄 - What was the first solid food that they tried? How did they like it? What's their favorite? What's their least favorite?

Mashed carrots - big nope! He didn't even close his mouth, Jouta just let the goop drip down his chin. The first try was a bust. They try cheerios and he's much happier. Pieces of cherry were his favourite.

Well, see, Jouta does have a friend. He looks a lot like his Daddy's friend, but Jouta-sized. He's green. His mom and dad can see his friend, but nobody else seems to. Not even Jolyne...

[monsterboyfriend]

YES YOUR GENDERBEND TAGS!! One of my pet peeves is when genderbend AUs completely swap personalities and interests, and I'm like, nah man! They'd still be the same at their core, but the most interesting part of the AU at all is how despite all that, the way they'd exist in society would shape them differently. Like even if KH is still a bit odd and cold, she's also cool and artsy, and ultimately an androgynous woman is more palpable to people-- whereas DK being more Masc ™️ with her athleticism and country-ness would put her more in the face of homophobia (but also likely less so with her female peers? So interesting! Would she and FH and the other athletic glee girls get along better??)

Okay so I feel like girl!Dave (Dawn/Dove/Danielle) has a similar backstory and starting point to my ftm!Dave post. She grew up a tomboy but faced more and more social pressure to be genderconforming, and as a result doubles down on performing femininity in exchange for acceptance and in order to hide/deny her queerness.

One phenomenon I've noticed with both afab trans/nonbinary people and queer women is this "girly" phase that sometimes happens. It happened to me as a trans man from the onset of puberty until halfway through college where I really REALLY wanted to fit in (especially as an autistic person) with other kids and with what kind of girl I was expected to be. I wanted to feel normal and boys didn't even accept me in their groups. Before that I'd always flip-flopped on my gender presentation. Being trans but not knowing it, my mindset was something like "I've gotta at least try this whole 'being a woman' thing and give it my all" ya know?

I've always thought that butches were often sidelined on Glee. Probably the only time I saw a form of masculinity that felt distinctly queer was with Dave and bear culture, and both were shelved for nearly half of the show's run. And there's Sheldon, but he didn't come out until season 6. The only butch lesbian character we got was Dani, who barely got to do anything. In S2 and S3, it's implied that Santana doesn't want to be stereotyped as a butch lesbian but the show never indicates that being stone butch isn't something to be humiliated over.

So that's a big part of why girl!Dave is so appealing to me.

Back to my headcanon for girl!Dave ( @angelhummel suggested the name Dove jokingly, but I honestly think that's super cute):

So I envision Dove as being very contradictory in her gendered behavior and mannerisms. Being a longtime friend of Azimio, they're often seen together bullying the gleeks and other "losers" in the same way as canon. She's always in her Cheerio uniform though, and almost always wears the jacket over it even on warm days because she's very conscious of her body. Her and Azimio date on and off but it never goes anywhere (Az is more aware that he's a beard than she is).

She's always been more of a teammate than a friend of most of the Cheerios because they used to tease her in middle school. Her and Santana fucking hate each other. She's pretty tight with Brittany though. Dove has aspirations of being the HBIC and Head Cheerio. She's a pretty talented cheerleader, but not as dainty-looking and "pretty" as the others, so she doesn't get as much credit as she deserves.

I feel like Dove would be more willing to join Glee than Dave, because I think Dave was more concerned about seeming gay for singing and dancing than being deemed a loser (although those two are closely related in his eyes). But when people think of showchoir, they don't usually think of lesbians, although it's not surprising when lesbians end up in showchoir. So I think Dove would feel safe enough to take a chance, especially since Dave (though he pretends not to be) is VERY interested in glee club.

She and Finn would have an interesting relationship. They have a lot of the same interests and they would both probably want to date each other at some point (for different reasons of course). He would also probably (eventually) be the first person she comes out to, and he wouldn't be disappointed about it because he would still be pining for Rachel lol.

I think you're right about girl!Kurt (Kate/Liesl/Katherine/Elizabeth) in a way about her being more palatable than boy!Kurt because you can't really tell by looking at her that she's a lesbian. Remember that Kurt never officially came out to the school; everyone just automatically knew because he fit the stereotype. With Liesl, she's definitely the kind of girl that wears fashionable suits, but that could be, like, a girlboss thing. She's always been a beautiful diva ice queen who doesn't care what anyone else thinks. I'd say her initial popularity at the school was comparable to, say, Lauren Zizes before she joined Glee. She still gets slushied for being in glee club, but she doesn't get singled out. At least, not at first.

After Liesl comes out to Mercedes and then her dad in a very different version of Preggers, she gets asked out by Puck and she's like, "fuck it, I'm gay" and word spreads and she gets a lot of sexual harassment. It's kind of like IKAG, except it's ongoing. Of course, it doesn't help that she doesn't have as scary of a reputation as Santana. This all happens shortly after Dove joins the New Directions so, in true Karofsky fashion, she nopes the hell out of there and says something incredibly homophobic on her way out.

I don't think she would single out Liesl like Dave did in S2, and there are two reasons for that:

1. Dove has already befriended Liesl and they were getting along very well. She has a crush on Liesl and is in denial but she's not angry about it like Dave would be because they have friendship to fall back on. And even before Liesl came out, Dove looked up to her and thought she was really cool.

2. Because she already knows what it's like to be subjected to homophobic bullying. Middle school was really tough on her in her tomboy days. So sure, if she's panicking or needs to save face, she'll casually say some lesbophobic shit, but targeted harassment would bring up too many memories for her. The cognitive dissonance would be too intense at that point.

But I don't know. Maybe she would go after Liesl. If she did though, Azimio would 100% call her out on her bullshit because he already knows that Dove's gay, thinks she's become a miserable person to be around due to her denial, and wishes she would just get over it and stop pretending to be someone she's not. Then again, he might do that anyway.

She would decide to rejoin the glee club eventually and apologizing to Liesl, but not before reaching peak bitchy, mean-girl cheerleader levels that would put Santana to shame.

In S2 after The Sue Sylvester Shuffle and losing her Cheerio status, she would freak out because she never learned how to dress herself heterosexually and has to ask Liesl for help, and there's a reveal at the end where she steps into the halls of McKinley dressed like a baby butch and it's so sweet I'm gonna cry.

I think that's it. Sorry if I rambled too much! I wrote this intermittently for the past 8 hours!

[wonder-in-wings]

Yes, I do. I don't think "Boneios" exist, at least if they're called that. Children sometimes call foods by inaccurate names and when they're older, since they don't know what the thing is actually called they can't look it up. I'm assuming you're searching for bone-shaped cereal, correct?

It sounds like "Cheerios" but with "bone" in the place of "cheer". That's what I meant.

Speaking of children, did you come up with an efficient way to deter them from your property?

Well, that's the thing. I can't seem to find it online either. You think I've been eating some kind of fake, scam cereal?

That would be, um... concerning.

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Ian smirked as Mickey poured the milk into his Cheerios, Mickey raised an eyebrow not knowing what the fuck the redhead was so giddy about this early in the morning.

Ian looked like he was barely able to contain giggles, his cheeks were bright pink and his eyes wide and green as a bed of clovers.

"What the fuck is with you?" Mickey grumbled at his husband.

Was there something he was forgetting about the day?

Was it some anniversary of their first pinkie promise or something else equally dorky Ian would commemorate?

No their first pinkie promise was December 18th, Mickey remembered only because he had been struck by the warmth of Ian's long freckled finger wrapped around his when he promised no Christmas presents.

That was back when every touch was forbidden and cherished for long after the effects of them had worn off.

Ian's lips spread into a wide smile, a sparkle in his eyes, "Nothing's going on with me, just hope you have a good bowl of cereal."

Mickey eyed him warily and then inspected the seemingly harmless bowl of wheat rings, not noticing anything off about then he dipped a spoonful into his mouth and chomped on them.

Ian looked at him with wide eyes, barely able to contain himself, barely able to wait for Mickey to say anything.

"The fuck are you lookin at?" Mickey swarmed between bites.

"How does your cereal taste honey?" Ian asked sweetly resting his chin in his cupped hand.

"What did you do to the fuckin cheerios?" Mickey snapped in annoyance.

Ian laughed, "I didn't DO anything. They're just slightly different. Wondered if you could taste the difference between them and the old kind."

Mickey arched a brow and took another bite, trying to decifer any new flavors.

"Still tastes like soggy cardboard, since it's been sittin here so long." Mickey muttered.

Ian raised a brow still gleefully torturing his husband.

"Just come out with it, you look like you're about to pee your pants from excitement. " Mickey mumbled.

Ian rolled his eyes, "look at their shape." He hinted.

Mickey rolled his eyes but he did notice that instead of little round rings the cheerios were in the shapes of little hearts.

"I made it with love." Ian crooned reaching a hand over to rest over Mickey's.

"You made the cheerios with love? When did you find the time to go and harvest oats to grind down to mix into little heart shapes?" Mickey asked with a little smirk on his face.

"I made the bowlful of cereal with love. You can taste all the love I poured in there." Ian's matter-of-fact voice made Mickey chuckle.

"Tastes kinda soggy to me, not the top tier love I'm accustomed to." Mickey lifted a spoonful of the milk logged little hearts as proof.

Ian huffed and snatched the bowl from Mickey making some milk slosh out the side.

"Hey!" Mickey yelped.

Ian ignored him as he went to the sink and poured the remaining cereal down the disposal looking at Mickey triumphantly.

"What the fuck you wastin breakfast for?" Mickey balked waving his hand at the sink.

Ian ignored him as he grabbed the box of cheerios and poured some into the bowl before adding just a little milk.

Ian smirked at Mickey for a moment and then he placed the bowl in front of him.

Mickey made a move for his spoon but Ian held up a hand to keep him from taking a new bite.

Mickey huffed but sat back as he watched Ian.

Ian stood next to him amd placed his hands at his lips kissing them and blowing kisses, his hands directing each kiss to the bowl of cereal.

Then he grinned, placed a kiss on Mickey's forehead and sat across from him at the table.

Mickey just stared at Ian for a moment before a giggle escaped from his lips.

He grabbed his spoon and took a bite of cereal, the new batch satisfyingly crunchy.

"How's it taste?" Ian asked playfully.

Mickey rolled his eyes, "Like you made it with love." He said softly, smiling, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

Ian reached across the table again, his hand finding Mickey's and his thumb tracing along his inked knuckles.

"I did." Ian grinned and raised Mickey's hand to his lips to kiss it before letting him finish his food.

"Love you." Ian said softly.

"Love you too you fuckin sap." Mickey chuckled then blew Ian his own kiss before they each worked on finishing their food.

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. lefty eyebag who likes coconut and is loco for elizabeth olsen 😅 you need improving on the nickname hahahaha just kidding

I love coffee ice cream too, but it can't be plain, it has to have some crunchy to it. I feel like I've heard of spumoni ice cream before. Is that the brand name then?

When I was younger, I had fresh coconut water and the coconut meat given to me by my grandpa. It tasted so good. They also made this kind of dessert, that has jello and condensed milk, cream and the coconut meat and shaved iced. What kind of syrup do you put in the coconut water??

Hm I don't think I've had dark chocolate with liquor in it. Is there a chocolate with actual liquor??

Did you know that cows are great singers? Yeah, because they're mooooo-sicians. 🤣🤣🤣

I don't know which celebrity I would choose though! But I think I would want to be their best friend forever. I'll just have to dial down the yearning and pining ahahaha

Would you rather be stuck in an elevator with someone who hates you or with someone who is obsessed with you?

-CuriousGeorge

hahaha well who wouldnt be loco for elizabeth olsen, the queen?hahahahaha. yeah im not good giving nicknames for u. lol

also hi again. i thought u fell asleep or something. how was ur day today? what did u do?

ah yeah i got what u meant. i dont mind if the coffee ice cream doesnt have any crunch to it so i havent really find a very good coffee ice cream. most coffee ice cream i tried was too sweet for me n i didnt really taste the bitterness of the coffee in it. I lloveee drinking iced coffee, especially the vietnamese iced coffee because they are sweet but not too sweet and i can taste the bitterness n the coffee taste pretty song and the creamer usually very creamy.

i dont think spumoni is a brand name. i think it's the name of their dessert. i googled it , n it says that it's a lower fat italian form of ice cream. but i think some ice cream in store have spumoni flavor.

oh that sounds like a good dessert. is that the one that's called halo halo? in my country we just put some regular syrup or something like grenadine syrup. or sometimes just a mix of water n sugar. or melted sugar.

u never have dark chocolate that has liquor in it? n yes there are chocolate with actual liquor in it, not much but u can taste it. Costco sells it, i bought it a few times. i dont know if it's seasonal but i always find them when it's like a holiday season or something. the box looks like a small cabinets filled by mini bottle shaped of chocolate wrap in a foil that looks like the actual bottle of the liquor thats in it. n in one box they have like 6 or so type of liquor, something like vodka,whiskey, cognag n others. i will take a pict of it for u. u should try it. i love it. my favorite one that has cointreau (orange liquor) and vodka,

here are the pictures:

lol moooo-sicians. lol. thats cute. i imagined the cow sing. lol

we r kinda the same in the answer for the last question.

i would rather be stuck in an elevator with someone who is obsessed with me. i think it will be a better situation. hahaha. what about u?

next question?

Cheerio!

[cherrylattesims]

When we eat cheerios or any rounded O shaped food, do you think they're screaming in agony at a frequency we can't hear

Honestly, I like to believe they are trying to harmonize, and the crunch we make is the pitch we unknowingly give them.

[shock]

completely fucked up my life dropping a cheerio on the ground just to find out it was heart shaped so i run and show my boyfriend like oh my god this is a once in a lifetime factory mishap moment and then i show him the box and THERE ARE NO. HEARTS. ON IT. so I toss the floor heart into the trash (important) and pour out a handful where a gracious 1/4 the shapes are hearts. Check the whole box. Not a single mention of this extremely important detail. The bowl on the box? 100% O's. So you look it up and you find out over 40 years ago they suddenly stopped putting heart shapes in cheerios can't find out why but they brought it back in 2019 for a heart campaign thing and said it was "LIMITED EDITION" going into the next month but it is now 2022 and instead of them advertising anything they're just sneaking the rest into normal boxes of cheerios like it's just the new normal

"We thought that by changing that iconic shape, it would give some new news and freshness for people who don't read the box," Mascolo said. "You can't miss it when you pour out your bowl of cereal."

YEAH I F--ING FREAJED OUT MAN.... Now I'm calm.

they started putting heart shapes in cheerios and the box doesn't even show it

[zozammer]

Coming To Terms With My Own Stupidity

Internal Reflections today involve me and my interactions with the external world.

Never let your brain get sad. Always keep your brain happy, active, and running.

I know very little about the world. But I want to know many things about it... (huge want).

I've always hated men treating me like I'm stupid, specially my own male friends. Because I don't speak the same language as them. Women who speak the language of men would also seem to find me stupid (it's trendy).

There is sense in the language that these people speak. I wish to speak this language well too, apart from the language that I already do. *My unicorn friends would understand this language.

The first sign of you being stupid is you reacting to being called stupid with aggression. Guilty as charged.

I get easily offended by things and that makes me a "stupid" person. Not sure if that comes under sensitivity, but I'm fairly sure no one gives a shit.

Stupid people harbour insecurity, low self esteem and fear. Guilty as charged.

These are low vibration energies that bring down your desire and capacity to learn.

Stupid people think they're the smartest in the room. Guilty as charged, this only sometimes. I truly don't think I'm the smartest in the room but yeah, sometimes I'm right. And yet, truly smart people don't think they're always right.

Stupid people don't know how to do basic things, are forgetful, irresponsible, and operate in a clumsy fashion. Guilty as charged. Huge reflection of the shape, size, and momentum of your brain.

Stupid people can't figure out certain things. Guilty as charged.

At the age of 25, you wonder if it's too late to cure stupidity. If it's too late to weave and work your whole life into the magical wondrous tale it was supposed to be. This is not a time for self flagellation. It's a time for deep reflection into the depths of my conscious working mind, whatever's not picked out of an arcade toy vending machine.

And it's limitations alongside its endless possibilities. And where everywhere, I see a blockage of information, there is ego and lack of a better body to carry. As I write this on my friend's futon in a newly moved into apartment in DN Nagar across the newly constructed metro in Andheri, I face, cuddle and embrace my stupidity...

Stupid girl. With all the gaps and failed slips. And the lack of knowledge, wisdom, physical effort, and tact. Not knowing how to inch, and finding herself in weird spots with not enough money to buy underpants.

Or,

Stupid girl, with vivid imagination and no preconceived notions of the world. Still empty and ready to love. Still empty and ready to learn the colour of the sky, if it's five different colours or just the colour of your eye.

The lamp is winding towards the wall and I am facing my inner imbicile. Thank you universe for this huge realisation. Cheerio. Goodnight friends.

[Thought 008 : To be able to do and understand things. To work with faith, to work with peace and joy. To work with ease.]

[Thought 009:

I may not be your kind of smart.

But maybe, if you dig,

I be your kind of art. o]

[indefenseofdelicious]

It's that time of night when I can't sleep quite yet and I decide to do some food prep. We ran out of quick pickled red onions recently so I'm making some more. I don't know how good they are but my in-laws like them so that's a pretty good indicator that they're not terrible.

To make your own:

1 red onion

1 cup rice vinegar

1/3 cup water

1/3 cup white sugar

1 Tbsp kosher salt

Slice the red onion into thin rings or whatever other shape you might want it to be in. I use a v slicer and a cut proof glove to get even attractive rings.

Mix all ingredients in a pan except the red onion and heat until all the solids are dissolved. When the pan is lightly steaming pour over the red onions in a pyrex bowl. Let sit in the refrigerator covered for 12 hours for best results, then transfer into another container if more practical and store in the refrigerator for up to two weeks.

It's good on pretty much anything except your morning Cheerios. I particularly like the slices on my tomato and mayonnaise sandwiches!

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

Okay like. I do understand food gentrification.

But as a person who, while I am poor now, I grew up firmly upper class? Every single kid I knew ate cereal. Every parent I babysat for had cheerios in the cupboard for their toddler. Maybe they'd be ~fancy organic O-shaped cereals~ and not actually cheerios brand, but usually it was just fuckin cheerios.

The reason the billionaire guy doesn't know how much a box of cereal costs is because he doesn't have to care what a box of cereal costs. The reason Gene Simmons eats cereal weird is because he's a weird guy. (and hell, as a way-below-the-poverty-line adult, I've eaten cereal weirder. Coffee and lucky charms, y'all. Surprisingly delicious. Or maybe I'm just weird.)

I don't know whether or not it's been considered a poor person food ever or not, but a box of cheerios is about $2.75. Family size is $3.50. A bag of Malt-o-Meal knock-off cereal (that's equivalent to about just under 2 boxes of regular-sized cereal in my experience) is about $4.50-$6.50. These prices are solid non-big-city tornado alley prices, I don't know how different they might be other places, but for things like cereal it's usually not much different in my experience. They're not hugely expensive but they're not dirt cheap either.

And the thing is, rich people already have their special fancy cereal. It's the organic shit you buy at like Whole Foods. And the thing is? Those cereals are not all that much more expensive. Not worth the extra money if you're poor, probably, but still not the same thing as sushi or ribs or quinoa or the various different things they've gentrified culinarily.

Celebrities are crazy, Gene Simmons doesn't know how to eat cereal, Kylie Jenner is apparently a bizzare person who's somehow never had cereal with milk (HOW WAS SHE EATING IT BEFORE????) and rich people don't know what groceries cost because they don't have to know what groceries cost, because they know they can afford it so they don't bother looking at the price tag.

Cereal is a food that even rich people are already well aware of. If they've ever been in danger of gentrification, it's already happened, and they've already been gentrified.

Don't panic about the state of cereal. It's okay. The rich people already know about it and they have for decades.

[proteuus]

Hello ?? What's the point if he mostly likes the cereal part ?? They're just like Cheerios but shaped different ??

It's midnight thirty should I go downstairs and eat a bowl of cereal?

It’s always cereal time babey !!!!!!!!!! My vote is yes !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What’s your favorite cereal lol ?