#(RIP Bok)

[boyloverlance]

got bored so I doodled a bunch of the Sigverse cast :3

[thresholdbb]

Went off reference and completely forgot where the light was

[that-jack-kline-bestie]

one thing about me is that I have a very low alcohol and drug tolerance

[meowmeowriley]

Bunny ghost anon again, with a slightly more normal but not really idea, where one of the things that tips Johnny off to Ghost’s species is the amount of greens he goes through. This is a man Johnny has found at 3am, shoveling arugula into his mouth from the bag. No salt, no oil, no dressing. And it’s happened more than once. You’d think a man as beefy as ghost would be an absolute carnivore, but Soap knows better than most that leaves can translate into the plumpest bunnies. So he goes on the ever-so-subtle mission of finding Ghost’s Favorite Leaf. Different lettuces, bok choy, spinach, watercress, parsley, cilantro, basil, blackberry, raspberry, mint, fennel. Ends up with a whole garden on base trying to keep his favorite rabbit well-fed.

-🐇👻

I love this so much, but I'm gonna approach it a bit differently.

Once Soap finds out Ghost is a bunny shifter he's initially shocked, and then appalled. He's seen Ghost eat. (How the hell he ignored the buck teeth, which should have been his first sign, he'll never know.) He's seen Ghost eat meat. That's not good for him. Wild rabbits have been known to eat meat when food is scarce, but that's when things are dire. No wonder the man was so lean.

That just wouldn't do. Soap made it his mission to correct Ghost's appalling diet. At the next meal, he found Ghost in the mess, a tray containing eggs and bacon in front of himself. He was about to dig in.

Soap swipes the tray away. Thump. Ghost is not pleased. "Sergeant. That's my breakfast."

"You're an herbivore."

"I'm hungry. Don't make me make it an order, give me back my food." Thump. Soap takes off running.

He runs into the kitchen, rips open the industrial fridge, and grabs a head of bok choy. He whips around to find Ghost bearing down on him, absolutely about to beat his ass, fist raised, and he thrusts the veg into Ghost's chest.

Ghost... examines the food... takes a bite... humms a bit... and backs down. Soap very nearly died, and damn was it worth it to see the softness overtake Ghosts features.

***

Soap gives a list to Price, of all the things rabbits can eat, who gives it to medical, who puts in a request for the kitchen staff to start offering vegetarian options at every meal.

There's a garden on base after that. Soap tends to it. Sometimes finds his Lieutenant stealing from it.

"Hey, get out of my fucking garden!"

"I'll shit in your fucking garden!"

Which wouldn't actually be a problem, rabbit excrement makes excellent fertilizer. It's the principle of the matter.

[trendingdrama]

You think they'll accept you as a human being?You'll be ripped apart for pointless experiments and end up regretting everything!Please I can't go back there.We'll both die in there! Please.Please don't do this.I can't go back there.Please.Why the hell won't you believe me? Why? Because I don't want to forget...

2.01 Sweet Home (2020 - ) dir. lee eung bok

[stickyfrogs]

Barry has passed away peacefully overnight after being diagnosed with a heart condition last week.

It is not thought to be connected to Wanda’s passing but with the coincidence in timing it cannot be ruled out completely.

It is the end of an era in the Pobblebonk Tank which is now empty for the first time in 10 years.

Barry has been with us for his whole life, from a tiny egg, Bonkpole, and Bonklet to a Fabulous, Dramatic, and Unique Pobblebonk! He shared an Amazing 6.5 years with us full of personality and Much BOKKING!

Barry will be deeply missed, but he has left a legacy of wonderful memories which I will continue to share. RIP Beautiful Barry

[ruruumin]

my fairy

₊˚ ᗢ jung joon-hyung! scaramouche x kim bok-joo!reader.

⤷ inspired by weightlifting fairy kim bok-joo, 1.6k wc.

it felt like destiny brought the two of you together. that fateful day you slammed into him while he was riding his bike, completely knocking him off balance as you apologized profusely. you bowed in front of him several times until you realized he started to huff under his breath, a roll in his eyes had you quickly reeling your head. you stood up straight, noting that he wasn’t taller than you in comparison. slightly shorter than most boys you’ve seen. what sport did he play? based on that uniform, he looked like he went to the same school as you. 

he angrily cusses you out, asking for you to watch where you’re going. he said: “you must be deaf and blind not to see me on the road.” your friends stared at him in shock as you immediately glared at him in response, calling him out on his attitude before he jumped back onto his bike, speeding off in a hurry. you curse at him, calling him an entitled brat despite knowing well he won’t hear you. 

before you can leave the scene, you notice a fallen handkerchief. with the lace trimming and soft purple color, you think it’d be too girly to be his. and yet you tuck it into your pocket with a sigh. 

the next day was awful. in the morning, you find out that you lost your lucky t-shirt. you’ve always kept it since you were an elementary school kid. it would always give you good luck before your tournaments. and now it’s suddenly missing. you searched in your closet frantically, pulling out every article of clothing you could to no avail. it was gone. 

during lunch, a few ribbon dancers came to your table, snickering about how much you ate that day. you couldn’t help yourself. the morning was stressful enough, and it just so happened that they were serving your favorite meal today. you wanted a little bit of comfort during your time of distress. your friends nudge you with their elbow, stopping you from flicking food onto their expensive, tight jackets. you dislike them. and wouldn’t be surprised if they were the ones who stole your t-shirt. they’ve always been up to something. 

the cherry on top was having to chase down the underwear thief you saw lurking around the girls’ dorm. to your surprise and horror, you saw the rude biker in front of you. with wide eyes, you scream, pointing at him before charging forward with the intent of tackling him. how dare he steal your t-shirt! and possibly some other women's underwear! you never thought of him as a disgusting pervert but the evidence felt so clear. the same build and hoodie was enough to tell you it was the same man. he withdrew a breath as he struggled to climb back the makeshift rope his roommate made. you drag him by his hoodie, eventually ripping it off of him as you called out into the darkness, hoping someone would help you. 

but he wasn’t the thief. you and he stood in front of the administrators in their office. your hands squeezing each other tightly as you nervously try to explain that what you saw earlier was not a dream. you swore this man stole your clothes. why else would he be out so late? the rude, navy-haired man stared you down while you only rolled your eyes, dismissing another rude comment. you demanded that he give you back your t-shirt, not believing his story whatsoever. he shook his head, asking you to give him an apology instead. you swore you felt steam escape from your ears at this. 

this was not the end of the underwear thief as you and your friends were putting away chairs from your school event, you noticed one of the staff member’s shirts lifting, revealing a lacy, red underwear. he smiled eerily at you before grabbing the plastic chair in your hands, trying to intimidate you. however, your friends screamed loud enough for the others to arrive on the scene, taking him away in a blaring police car. you sighed as you held onto your t-shirt, looking down at the fabric as you wondered if you owed that rude biker an apology.

luckily (or possibly unlucky) for you, you learned very quickly that he was part of the swim team. but the man had a royally bad attitude. you found out from a few other people that while he was attractive, he had a nasty personality to boot. you showed up at the school pool, hoping to find him lurking around with the other team members. you wanted to give him an apology for accusing him of stealing your shirt and return his handkerchief. you even went as far as to wash it for him. he calls out to you and you twist your body to face him, a cocky smirk is spread across his face. he slowly walks towards you, a towel hanging over his neck as he stares you down. 

“a short, attractive, dark-haired boy,” he says, “not the most detailed description of me but at least you got the attractive part right. you must be looking for me then.” you sigh under your breath. holding out his handkerchief with a bit of hesitance, telling him you washed it last night. 

he quickly snatches it out of your hand, scowling at you once more as he raises his voice, asking you why you washed it. when he took a step forward, you stepped back, accidentally slipping into the pool. he groans in annoyance, watching you struggle before diving in and shoving you onto the surface. how unromantic. when you brushed off his touch, you left immediately, feeling humiliated as his teammates burned holes into your back. he stared at the back of your figure, seeing you shiver as your athletic jacket dripped with water. he crosses his arms over the edge of the pool, wondering why you seemed familiar. 

three days after this encounter, you were sitting with your friends in the cafeteria when he suddenly interrupted your conversation by sitting next to you. he didn’t say a word and only ate his food, once in a while, he’d glance up at you. your friends raise an eyebrow at his behavior, subtly asking you if you know him. you continued to eat, shoving the rest of the curry in your mouth before opening your yakult. letting out a deep sigh, you notice that he placed his own next to yours. “do you not want yours?” you asked, nervously taking it. 

“people like you always eat the most, so why don’t you have it?” why did you even think he was nice? how rude. you crinkled your eyebrows for a moment. you scoffed. setting down the drink, you packed up your things and took your tray, leaving everyone at the table. 

what is wrong with this guy? he went from despising you to somehow following you around like a lost puppy. he’d make short snappy comments to you. whether it be about another person down the street wearing the most horrific outfit known to man. or about your choice of clothes when you sneak out of the dorms. as much as he’s kind of irritating, you slowly get used to his bratty nature. it felt nice having someone around who didn’t question your feelings. especially when it came to your realization that your team coach had to cut costs because of the lack of funding. you’ve felt a heavy weight on your heart ever since you saw your coach try in her office, trying to keep everything together for your friends.

he started to show up more often at your family’s chicken restaurant. he doesn’t like oily chicken and yet he’s seen ordering the same box meal every time. your father was beginning to think he liked you. what a farfetched idea though. you could never see yourself dating him in a million years! he was a short, sharp-tongue swimmer who didn’t care about anyone but himself. and yet you let this perception of him change you. 

it was late at night, just barely before curfew that the two of you were talking beside a small waterfall. he asked you about your commitment to weightlifting and the sport, giving you his 2 cents about the sport. you raised your eyebrow, surprised to know that he went out of his way to understand your sport. most of the other people there saw it as nothing but an eating challenge between members, and that was because you had to maintain your weight or gain weight. 

you start seeing him more often. maybe a little too much to the point you’ve had to hide underneath the table of the convenience store. the two of you were just going out for some instant ramen. when the two of you saw one of the counselors roaming around, grabbing a coffee from the front, he pulled you under the bar table. you were so close to him. you could feel his breath on the surface of your lips. you stayed in this position until his eyes shifted over to the window, seeing the counselor leave. when he moves up, he hits the back of his head on the table, a soft squeal coming out of him as you instinctively reach out, brushing his hair as he winces. what a cute sound, you tell yourself. he successfully escapes, holding out his hand as you take it, hitting your head on the way out.

truthfully, maybe your heart skipped a beat a little when you both had to run back to the dorms, the adrenaline rush that coursed through your veins made you look at him a little differently. 

[roller6262]

Hey i could use a change,i always wanted to be a stoner or bad boy if you could do that 😀

A nerdy little guy like you wants to be a stoner or bad boy? You're going to need some experience with some bad boys then. Instead of taking your usual route, let's have you turn down that alley today. Good, there's a gang of young Croatian punks here. "Bok!" They call to you as you try to push past them, but you aren't getting away that easy. Three of the boys grab your hair to keep you still while the rest of the gang chuckle. You try to dash away, your fight or flight instincts kicking in. "Youch!" You cry, as you left two of the gang behind they accidentally ripped off the hair on both sides of your head. Though you think the lost hair was worth escaping until you discover the 3rd boy is still pulling on the back of your hair, which somehow grew longer. The other two grab onto the sleeves of your button up now, but you keep trying to run with surprising strength. With a "Rip!" your sleeves fly off and, finally free, you fall forward onto the ground.

Breaking your fall with your hands, you notice how how jacked your sleeveless arms are, and the ink that was hiding underneath. Your hair falls down and brushes against your earlobes which feels strange unless... are they bigger? "Koji kurac!" You spit at the gang in frustration. The 3 boys look stunned for a moment, then the two on the sides quickly lift you by your tattered button up, which changes fabric to a denim vest. "Oprosti" the one on the middle apologizes and passes you his blunt as a peace offering. You're bewildered by this change in attitude until you look in a broken mirror in the alley.

"of course a body like this commands respect" you think to yourself. I hope you don't mind I didn't improve your vision. The glasses add a certain cham, don't you think? I also decided not to reduce your intelligence. It makes you a natural leader for the gang after all. You'll enjoying using it to make plans for the gang far more than whatever desk job you had before. If I get bored of my current form, I might have to join you as one of your lackeys sometime 😉

If you feel like you need a change too, Roller's asks are open

[a11eya]

Casual by chappell roan happened to play while I was on my 5th round of re reading lwgyh and I think that was my last straw today

No bcs was it casual when you took care of me while I was sick, took care of my cats like it was your own, and woke me up in the middle of the night to feed me my medicine and stayed with me throughout the night.

Was it casual when you brought me lunch and made meticulously made lunch boxes with little notes to take to work just so I can stop eating take out and eat actually eat healthy meals

Was it casual when you got weird (and jealous) when I brought up Kirishima in conversations and brought him drinks.

Was it casual when you apologized to me in the middle of a grocery store infront of the bok choy isle and told me “this isn’t over” after going out for coffee.

WAS CASUAL WHEN URE LITERALLY MY SOULMATE— [gunshots]

Ripping my hair off at the seams.

gelli, your mind… this ask is MWAH chef’s kiss like WOW

no spoilers but “and i try to be the chill girl that holds her tongue and gives you space” is lowkey v relevant to ch. 11-12… (but make it gender neutral lmao)

(also, your fifth round of lwgyh 🥺🥺🥺💖)

(also also, your TASTE chappell roan supremacy 🔥🔥🔥 you should also know that “kaleidoscope” and “picture you” are on the lwgyh playlist 😌)

[alisilmisindisinda]

Günaydınnn!

Dün, rezil bir şekilde uyandım. Böyle bommmmbok bir hissiyatla. Ulan dedim iğrencim resmen iğrencim. Sonrasında yataktan sürünerek kalktım, gittim katliam yapmış şerefsizler onu gördüm filan derken cenaze haberi geldi, Manavgat’ta yaşarken oturduğumuz evin sahibinin annesi rip olmuş. 67 km bizim evden Manavgat ve dümdüz yol. Bok gibi olduğumdan hayatımın kazasını atlattım.

Bugün, az önce bizimkileri Sivas’a doğru uğurladım. Minimum 1 hafta yoklar. Dün Manavgat’a gidene kadar, onlar gidince ben de basar giderim bir yerlere, evde durmam diye düşünüyordum ama dün yaşadığım ekşından sonra birazcık uslu uslu evde oturup kafamı toparlamak (belki de dağıtmak ?) iyi gelir diye düşündüm.

Geçenlerde instagramda şu perseid meteor yağmurunu izlemeyi düşünenlerin ilgisini çekebilmek için bir hikaye paylaştım. 2 tane 40+ dostum cevap verdi, sağ olsunlar. Detaya inince birisi “yha bnm doom gnmmm 13’ü o yzdn glememmm x(“ dedi, diğeri de “dağlara filan çıkalım, ben sıcakta bunalıyorum” dedi. Tamam konuşuruz filan deyip geçiştirdim ikisini de, son gün mide bulantısı, baş dönmesi gibi sebeplerle geçiştireceğim 👍🏻

Bu minimum 1 haftalık süreçte bol bol rakı balık yapmak ve kafamı toparlayınca ufak bir Ege turuna çıkmak istiyorum. Daha söylenirdim de bu kadar yeterli şimdilik. Umarım buraya ponçik ponçik şeyler yazmamızı sağlayacak olaylar yaşarım/yaşarız 🫶🏻🙏🏻

[khaotunng]

Dahae ripping mrs Bok to shreds YES YES YES

[pey-up]

rip bok-su you wouldve loved class of 2013 by mitski</3333

[pureeoftheday]

8/20/23

ingredients: spinach, kale, bok choy, frozen avocado chunks, Greek yogurt, milk, unflavored protein powder, ginger, cayenne, apple cider vinegar

review: 9/10

- i have perfected this veggie protein smoothie by adding frozen avocado chunks which have made it sooooooo nice and creamy and smooth. a business could serve this to a customer after charging them like $8 and the customer wouldn’t feel ripped off probably. incredible!

[donuts4evry1]

I have a confession to make:

So I like to read books for my cousin. Reading is fun.

At the library, this bok caught her attention(because it was a cut glittery pink kitten haha) and I thought "oh, this will be a cute book"

NO.

IT ABSOLUTELY RIPPED MY HEART TO SHREDS I ALMOST BROKE DOWN SOBBING OVER THE DINNER TABLE OH. MY GOD.

Funny enough I don't want to spoil anything about the book so I'll just leave my commentary under the cut. It's a genuinely good read and I recommend it to everyone

This book follows a little kitten trying her very hardest to be a unicorn. Every time she makes a change to be more like a unicorn she is satisfied with herself, but her friends(?) Parakeet and Gecko keep telling her that she's too feline to be a unicorn.

And she tries to be confident but it's all shattered when an actual unicorn comes by in all of his unicorn-y glory. And she is heartbroken, because she could never compare to the magestic unicorn.

but there's a twist.

The unicorn explains to kitty that he isn't actually a unicorn- but a Kittycorn.

And Kitty brightens up immediately.

They end up bonding over their shared characteristics and it's all in all amazing and wholesome and at the end they cuddle and their shadows merge into a heart because they are not dissimilar anymore.

Anyways I think this story just. Resonated with me. As an allegorical children's picture book, it's intentionally vague and up to interpretation, but here's how it Resonated with me:

A lot of times, I'm comfortable in my birth gender. It was what I was born with, and I know it well.

Other times I don't feel anything towards it.

And during those times, I feel like I don't fit into anything at all. I can pass as masculine granted I wear clothes that aren't mine, but my mannerisms and voice are too feminine to truly pass. I'm stuck in between identities.

Every now and then I'll look into the mirror and feel. Disappointed. The person in the mirror isn't... good enough.

This subsided when I cut my hair but it's growing long again, and the feeling is starting to creep back.

I think the story showing an individual coming to terms with and celebrating the the "in between" is something I really wanted to see. Kitty isn't entirely a cat, nor is she entirely a unicorn. And it's shown not just to be ok- but to be wonderful. Unicorn, her original "goal", also having a journey similar to Kitty's is insanely heartwarming too and what really started tugging at the tear ducts.

Am I a girl? Am I a boy? Am I gender fluid? Am I a genderqueer? I'm a cis girl who wants to present masculine, or am I androgynous? Am I something not even on this list?

I have a lot of experimenting to do if I want to go to the bottom of this, but the bottom line is that I feel a little off inside of my own body, and seeing a cat go through a journey somewhat similar to mine makes me kind of. Emotional.

[jupiter-reimagined]

Okay I (gently) poked Sarabi with a stick and he has revealed that Cerberus and him have broken up after a decade together (and after having a fight and then making up), because well, the topic of marriage got brought up again and Cerberus shot it down again.

He's doing the special knock (he only cares to sate Stone's paranoia, so no, he's not texting Butcher so Butcher knows he's coming) before he unlocks the front door of the ranch house with the key he was given and he's taking off his boots so he can plop down on the couch. Someone will be crushed underneath him because he needs to lay on someone, and he's staring at Stone who just happened to be sitting on the couch.

Stone finally understands what it's like to have a tall fucker drape themselves over him.

((i read "someone will be crushed" and the ungodly scream sylvester let out. he sounded like a fucking chicken. bok-KAW ass scream. i think he also got crushed))

rip sarabi tho :(

[korpcat]

17/10

Jag har beställt så många grejer senaste veckan, bland annat ett par jeans som var JÄTTESTORA😭😭😭 Rip. Tyvärr har jag haft ganska ont i ryggen idag, mått lite illa hela dagen. Men det har varit soligt, och jag har lånat en bok i biblioteket. Alice i underlandet. Och jag har spelat stardew valley!

Jag har faktiskt börjat gilla orgel. Jag tycker det är roligt att spela