#barbeque

[toyastales]

Cheesy Garlic Butter Corn on the Cob

[mouseshouses]

Panel of experts

[temiree]

I had an extra sketch leftover from Karume's reference sheet commission that went unused, due to it feeling too out of character. Since the character was a lion and had very similar body proportions to Dexter (who I did a bunch of stickers for recently), I decided to offer the unused drawing to DexChillViber. He not only accepted it, but he decided to turn it into a full-on polished commission too! :3

[thecofi]

I LOVE ENA BBQ ^^ i will post more soon.

Psssssst. I promise it will be soon.

[nat-stimmy]

BBQ Swinub buns (SOURCE)

[all-things-barbecue]

BBQ Flavors of the Trade!

[westcoasthazel]

Prompt: barbecue

Word count: 304

AO3 link

Mel smiled as she flipped through the wooden recipe box that she had just pulled down from the cupboard. She flipped through each card, meticulously labeled, looking for the specific piece of paper that she needed. 

The cards were yellowed with age, edges made soft with use. Well-loved, her mother would have said. And well-loved, they absolutely were.

This box was one of the few things that Mel and Becca still had of their mother. Something that they’d always made sure to find room for when they had packed up their car for each of their moves over the last few years. Precious cargo, a bumper sticker might say. 

So Mel spent the afternoon baking, following each step exactly as it was detailed in her mom’s looping handwriting. It was almost meditative, the precision needed, and it served to calm her nerves over the event that would be happening that evening. 

While she was sure to know all the staff who would be in attendance tonight, it was one of the first social events that she had managed to attend since she had started at PTMC.

In fact, probably the only reason she had committed to going was because of Frank. 

Frank, who had just started back and was still finding his feet. Frank, who had looked at her with pleading eyes and asked, “Barbeque with me, Mel?” when Dana had tacked up the info sheet in the breakroom. 

And that was exactly how she had found herself in this situation, walking into Robby’s backyard with Frank at her side, asking her what she had made to add to the spread.

“Fuck Me Pie.”

Frank choked. 

And then she did too, realizing her words. “Oh god. Shit. Sorry!” 

He coughed, desperate for air. 

“That’s what my mom called it. It’s just chocolate mousse pie.”

@kingdonmicrofic

[retroflexs]

It's not homophobic if you hate hetero people just as much.

I don't ship anything in this fandom, the pairings are random as well as the yaoi/yuri categorization.

I make so many 4 panel comics I will eventually create a loss.