#GOOD FOOD GOOD CONTENT

[bringbackmaes14]

Shout-out to all the poolverine fan artists who keep drawing Logan absolutely chowing down on a good meal and Wade just gleefully watching him eat. I need 10,000 more on my desk by Monday.

[envy-of-the-apple]

the jjk naga au is getting to me……..i fear im terminally ill with thoughts about it (seriously, top of the food chain is such a yummy series (?) and im soso obsessed with how you've written gojo’s and geto’s characters, i reread your works everyday, i just can't get enough! ^^)

and i hope you don't mind if i share a Thought i've had :3 (i was going for an mc who used to draw/sketch/make art just for this specific scenario)

Imagine that your time on the island's barely dragging on. There's only so many berries to pick and so many times you can braid Suguru’s hair into elaborate styles. You're bored, stranded on an island with these two naga captors and their (adorable) hatchlings.

Well, there's always playing with the hatchlings, or tussling with Satoru (he calls it playtime but you're far from amused when you get a faceful of sand when he tugs your legs out from under you) but you miss your alone time. That little bubble of yours. Ah, privacy. 

Like that'd happen, but you can dream.

It's a stroke of chance when Nobara comes to you with her new haul of human paraphernalia, all too excitedly. A leather satchel. Some printed photos of nameless faces with scenic backgrounds. A waterlogged cell phone, practically unsalvageable. A journal with pages so thoroughly soaked, it falls apart in wet clumps.

“What are these?” You can hear her rummage through the bag, her nose wrinkling slightly. “Smells weird.” And so you look over to see her glaring down at a (relatively new) set of oil paints, sealed away in the bag. It's likely that she picked up on the scent of the strange chemicals.

Your eyes are bright with hope as you gently pull it out of her hold. Ready to answer her million and one questions.

…

After all this time that you've thought of what you'd wished to be able to do, you're at a loss. You've got a wall to the cave to yourself, a set of oil paints and a makeshift brush from the wood of this one particular tree off the side of the island. The only thing you're missing right now is inspiration.

A muse.

Satoru and Suguru are snoozing. Peaceful and laid in each other's arms. you can appreciate the quiet to yourself.

You hear familiar shrieks and playful yells of the hatchlings' name. 

The slight bit of quiet, then.

Nobara and Yuji are wrestling in the water, arguing over something in a mix of clicks and curse words. The sight is an endearing one, but moving too quick.

So you do some searching inward.

And you paint what comes to mind. What you've felt this whole time.

…

“What's that?” Ever the curious one, Nobara rests her head on your shoulder to peer over at your artwork in progress. She doesn't understand any of it—and she wouldn't. Your human upbringing is leagues different from hers.

“... Home.” You murmur, and Nobara’s glancing up at you in wonder because of the way your eyes glisten, the way your hand lingers over to paint in a fine detail.

“Well, it was my home.” You smile back at her, and she's at ease. You're not sad—no, she'd make it everybody's problem if you were—and then she makes sure to know everything about the scene you've drawn.

“What's that?” She gestures. Careful not to smudge the paint off, index outstretched to a figure she doesn't recognise.

“That's a lamp. When it gets dark, we switch it on so there's light. Like the torches in the cave, you see?”

“Torch? Hmm… and that?”

It seems that talking about your old home brings a warmth to your voice. Nobara beams up at you all giddy as you explain, eager to learn more. Eventually Yuji slinks over to listen as well, more so to the sound of your voice than what you're saying.

You sound happy, the pair can tell. Like when you taste a berry sweeter than the others, or when you tell them stories of your own to lull them to sleep. They like the chime of joy in your voice, and neither stops you from rambling about your once-home. 

It's a moment of peace. and warmth.

Yet it shatters for you when you feel a strong muscled tail coil around your waist, that familiar sense of having your space invaded taking over. A very intrigued Satoru looms over you, eyes glinting as he takes in the sight. You know that something's off—he seems more punishing with how tight he holds you.

“Home, huh?” Satoru repeats, and even the hatchlings can tell that's their cue to leave. Nobara offers you a lingering glance, almost pouty before she slithers away, following after her brother.

…

The next early morning, you find your home gone. 

In a sense, it's a bitter joke to be played on you. Not only were you never going to be back at your own place, even the expression of the idea was taken away from you. Just like your freedom was. your choice. The wall of the cave was bare, not a hint of the paint or the sentiment lingering behind. As if someone hit a total reset. Paints nowhere to be found, your canvas scrubbed clean.

Suguru stretches out from behind you, one of the first few to wake up, wrapping you in a lazy hug, before he follows your gaze. You'd call the soft laugh that rumbles in his chest cruel. Mocking your homesickness in that loving way only he could manage.

“Must've rained last night.” He comments at the absence of your artwork, and you wish you could pinpoint at least an inch or sarcasm in his words. You nod quietly, and he draws you in closer.

Cold lips brush against your temple. 

“The only home you need is with us.”

The sand under your feet is drier than your throat.

(oh my god im sorry if i rambled too much, i hope its not annoying ^^;;)

jaw dropping. amazing. wHAT????

I love how anon made Nobara's characterization so much sweeter and innocent. Though it's probably cuz she's younger in this fic...considering she can still stay on land. And satosugu not even wanting you to THINK of your old home is so accurate. I feel the more they learn your language, the more eager they'll be to display ownership.

Anyway thx anon for making the fourth part! from now on if anyone wants an addition to the naga series turn to the anons not me.

[wildstar25]

Honeymoon pt.2 - Urqopacha

"To call the Pelupelu merchants insistent would be putting it lightly. T'was a fair bargain all things considered. Two onzes of yerba mate and eight of coffee beans should last us a moon or two upon our return to Old Sharlayan."

[sdmsims]

rabbits are rabbits are rabbits are rabbits are...

re-re-re-re-red eyed... red eyed!

told myself id upload these a few days ago. and then forgot. oops

but! i convertedthese parts for bentobox and figured that they'd have use outside of it - so... happy LNY? even if i'm... a year off animal-wise

rabbit ears mesh by nekovampire95 on dA, tails are ripped from koikatsu

all are under tattoos T-E, no frame or gender restrictions

not compatible with bracelets

custom thumbs and disabled for random

feel free to retexture or mesh edit but don't paywall this in any way

DL : SFS (no ads, free foreva)

[mysunshine-youremoonlight]

sending it here due to popular demand (you)

the them 🥺

[xanderscollection]

Some more anime and manga panels

[talos-stims]

the slimerrrrrrrr

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[naffeclipse]

Instead of a raging insomniac, what about Sun and Moon handling a Y/N who is a furious narcoleptic? It would involve Sun coaxing Y/N to stay awake because yikes, even Moon agrees that it's a problem to sit down for one second at the security desk and immediately slump over into a dead sleep.

[yourdependente]

[silver-horse]

guys I felt genuine fear in my stomach while reading this tweet...

[s0fter-sin]

last thing i’ll say; people aren’t owed free content but creatives aren’t owed financial compensation either

[kheprriverse]

Been thinking about my wargod au again for a while, Gave Ballad a test outfit. Which I'll probs make a ref of eventually and mess with it more.

Anyways context, fucker decides to terrorize Ares WAY after the main story coz he's silly-goofy and bored. There is an actual reason he's around he's just not gonna say no to being a pest and hijacking the poor guys room.

[lovrofbllies]

love fast food, very addicting, but it just makes my body feel so bad

like after the heat of being stuffed full of things that are just gonna make me fat, my body feels like shit, and being chronically ill and disabled its not much fun on top of that

like, ive got meds that make my pain be not at a 5 all the time now, but "healthy" food has still been one of the top things to make me not feel like shit

healthy but filling foods can still be fattening if you do it right, and it has to be my favorite thing because it JUST makes me feel good, there's no drawbacks

my favorite filling foods are mac and cheese, ramen, basically any pasta, rice (especially mixed with things like tikka masala), and bread. like, these things are healthy, give your body nutrients, and are filling and fattening so you can stuff all you want!

i love a burger and some pizza any day, but pasta is really where its at, plus i love cooking! so it always turns out good

tldr: when it comes to feedism, home cooked > fast food

[boysbeloving]

32 things i like about mile for his 32nd birthday!

long hair

2. triangle eyebrows

3. nose mole

4. smile

5. chin mole

6. filled holes

7. armpits and armpit hair

8. big arms

9. breasts

10. chest mole

11. happy trail

12. bulge

13. butt

14. leg hair

15. heeled shoes

16. white socks

17. 2 fingers inside me

18. greeny obsession

19. guitar playing

20. food lover

21. intense gaze

22. gym bunny

23. mirror selfies

24. finger tattoo

25. wearing sunglasses

26. his custom rings (he sadly lost this one and got a different new one made, which i don't like much)

27. him in traditional clothing

28. & 29. him as kinn and his one strand of hair

30. & 31. his money 🙃 and his endorsements

32. the whole of him 🥺

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MILE PHAKPHUM ROMSAITHONG, 5 Jan 2024

[shadowisabean]

This is a Safe Space ❤️🐶

[angelmush]

starting to feel my enjoyment of cooking seeping back in after a long period of intense burnout that had me really slogging along preparing meals with gritted teeth for a good month there. i credit the return of this spark to the much needed break i took on our 3 day vacation that resulted in us eating solely theme park food. while delicious, in all its greasy overpriced glory, i found myself missing the kitchen. so last night for dinner i made heavily spiced chicken wings with crushed peppercorns and garam masala that rendered slowly in its own fat while roasting in the oven, resulting in flavorful charred crisp skin and a really juicy bite. we picked them clean over steamed rice with lime and scallions. i also baked a loaf of marbled pumpkin and dark chocolate bread yesterday for my neighbor as a thank you for doing me a favor last week. it looked delicious. the crumb was tender and plush and velvety, the spiced ginger molasses pumpkin batter swirling alongside the bitter dark chocolate espresso batter, with puddles of dark chocolate bubbling across its top. it looked so lovely i whipped up a second one for us to have for ourselves that's in the oven now, i think it could be a really good breakfast pastry for us this week.