Macaroni Stories

Donald gives it to you good

legit just my art that I draw for fun

This is a story, but not just any story. It is a story of love, loss, friendships, and relationships, a story of how minuscule things can get in the way of what you really want in life, a story of competition, corruption, and greed. This is a story for the rich and for the poor, for the young and for the poor, for the hopeful and for the heartless. This story is one to be remembered, one for the books, one you’ll be glad that you’ve read. This is a story that emphasizes the true, terrific, and sometimes terrible life of the average American teenager. This is the story of a boy. This boy is a nobody. This boy likes a girl. This girl is a cheerleader. This is the story of that boy’s best friend. He is also a nobody. He likes the same girl. That girl is still a cheerleader. This is the story of another girl. This girl is best friends with those boys. This girl likes the first boy, but he doesn’t know it. This is a story about him, about her, about them, and about us. This is a story about the nobody’s, the somebody’s and everybody that lies somewhere in between.

James Madison is a shy and introverted boy, he just moved into a new town to pursue his dreams of becoming a lawyer and attending XXX College. But this is when his life turns upside down as he meets Thomas Jefferson and an unlikely romance blossoms with the two of them. Updates are once a day or more! (I do not own the cover.)

I WAS MAKING MAC N CHEESE AND IT CAUGHT FIRE IN THE MICROWAVE FOR LIKE 30 MINUTES.

this story is about a freaky Macaroni with knife kink She faces consequences of her actions. She is very disturbed by the country's falling economy. 18+ (I'm 8 btw😘) .

Burr doesn't want to be left out, Hamilton is a manchild, Jefferson can't arrange for shit and Madison is dying slowly.

After years of training, hard work, and dedication to defeat the Ender Dragon, Shiro was no match, leaving him in a house made of dirt and dirty thoughts as he's stuck with his lover: Kraft Mac n' Cheese

Arthur Jacob Villeta and Trisha Mae Corpuz- characters from TCATN.

((Title art does not belong to me in any way)) OKAY *flips table* ANOTHER FANFIC MULLETTE AND JAMILTON AND LAMS AND LEEBURY REDSTRING SOULMATE AU THING WARNING: CURSING, ANGST, BLOOD (probably) HAMILTON THE MUSICAL BELONGS TO OUR SAVIOR, LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA

If you like horror I guess you can read this, I mean I wrote it so I can recommend it I guess.

Chelsea's older sister, Janae, and Jake's older brother, Tanner, used to date but had a bad break up. Tanner and Janae refuse to let their little siblings talk to each other. Jake and Chelsea have been friends since they were kids. Now what will they do? How long can they manage to not speak to one another? And what happens when a big surprise comes along? How do they act to the big surprise? Who gets with who (if anyone does), and what happens? You'll just have to travel with Chelsea on her journey to find out what happens. :D

Bonnie is a normal teenage girl until she meets someone who may be to bad for her own good. Can she stay away from his charming bloodlust or we she end up bloodless?

Today, dreams are mocked and strangled habitually. Sarcasm is seldom labeled the accent of the devil and her insatiable brethren, but, my dear, that is what that is if you don't quite understand him or hymn. Even parents seldom encourage their kids to bless themselves- to be still and indulge their souls. Do only soles now matter, oh Nike, queen of victory?! So many questions are asked in vain, only as axes for the purpose of massacring growing crops of trees. Oh, care! Lend me a moment, for your voice will shower my budding thoughts; your love is nutritious to me, as will be my smile for your soil. Harsh silence ignites fires in the richest of forests and impatience did fell the sturdiest of trees. Perhaps we simply care about the same tomorrow, and our dreams match. Feel free beside me to talk the night away, my dear! Consider these and let me know what images they appear as, and I'll share my own experience, my own imagination. Tell me, lord, for I trust you: what is love? Just how to save the world? What do you want? At the very least, I've drawn a picture to put you to sleep. Hand me a pen and some paper and I'll make a world blossom. Winter Through Windows

It's a 17 part process of making macaroni; it fails