#lol balls

[meteor3069]

Rain likes to stress bake. One day, things get to be too overwhelming for them and they have cravings, so they make buckeye balls.

After going through the grueling process of rolling the balls— and getting peanut butter and rice krispies everywhere— they finally sigh in relief when they get the peanut butter balls into the fridge. They’re perfect. Swiss comes by and steals one, loves it, and steals another, pissing them off just a little.

After that encounter, they started on the chocolate coating. This time, Dew comes by and steals a finger of the coating, then a peanut butter ball. They’re about to explode on the next person to steal a ball; this batch is supposed to yield 5 dozen little balls.

Finally, when they’re done, they can sigh in relief. They freeze half of the batch, and hold the rest in the fridge. Most little snack balls like these are perfect thawed, but even better frozen.

The thawed ones are gone in minutes, everyone splitting the batch, but Swiss and Dew are a bit less eager to share. Rain threatens anyone who steals a frozen ball will never wake up the next morning, with a smile of course.

[sewercentipede]

[silvercloods]

I feel like if I ever got the balls to write poetry, I'd code it all so no one could read it but me

[ughmisogyny-blog]

im making oreo balls tonight who wants some

[spinneretfatale-blog]

Someone must have been incredibly bored.They were throwing soft objects at the man in an attempt to get him to react, either negatively or indifferently. The truth was, though, the the tarantula splice was throwing silk balls at his head to piss him off.

He’d probably start out angry then run away like a wimp, was her logic. that’s usually how things went anyway.

[fouroclock-rock]

Pacer testy? Don't you mean testes?

What? You mean a ballsa-oh. Heh.

*He snorts, then looks around to make sure Pacer isn't coming to kick his ass.*

[doncdesole]

Another warm up texture study approx. 25 min 

[canniballa]

Sometimes I feel like Tumblr is really screwed up pinball machine with lots of balls and the balls are all people with anxiety disorders, and we're all bouncing around the walls and off each other and nothing really makes sense and I think this is the worst metaphor I've ever come up with but I'm keeping it because it's funny.

I swear I'm sober.