#Mess Dining Room
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#personal whining#my period is dragging on forever#jimmy buffet died#my baby turned 14#i had diarrhea at ikea#my baby chose buffalo wild wings for dinner (while i was still gassy from the diarrhea)#my kitten turned 2#someone peed on my fucking bed so i had to change the bedding at bedtime#and then the mattress was damp from cleanup#sven shit in the dining room and someone peed by the computer#so i had to clean messes right as i was going to sleep and immediately after waking up#luka is sick and potentially blocked#y'all i am not having a good one
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i don't usually post wips but oughhh i needed to share him
edit: finished product!
#the sandman#hob gadling my beloved#it IS dreamling#i was watching Batman(1989) the other night and sorta accidentally thought about an au#dream as bruce wayne. hob as vicki vale#is dream vers of or something#anyway i ESPECIALLY wanted redraw the dining room scene with dream and hob because i think it fits perfectly#ok rich boy#ALSO the sandman rescuing hob#Johanna is the reporter that Hob started working with the find out more about the sandman#i had some time to think about this but it probably makes NO sense because my thoughts are so scattered#either way just look at hob#he looks happy :]#cosmo creates#wip#art wip#dreamling#ok to rb!#my tags got SO messed up whil trying to type stuff out but im too tired to fix it so deal with my nonsense ig
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i realized while zooming way tf in at the house of hope boudoir that the bath's wall is littered. not just the roses and pillows and some nice incense, but near where the faucets are theres piles of clothes, towels/blankets, empty jugs, tipped over bottles, and candle wax spilling into the bath.
this man is fucking messy. clean haarleps pen.
#bg3 raphael#please clean Haarlep’s enclosure#the boudoir is the house of hope's laundry chair#the sheer amount of opulence blinds to the mess#i know i mentioned somewhere before that when you arrive at his invitation vs without#the house when he takes you is beautiful and staged and you really Only see the dining room#but when you arrive on your own its an absolute wreck#rotten food and panicked souls just lingering about#i love seeing Behind The Curtain of a facade its so neat#i was looking for speific items to populate my sketch with#if you must know#bg3 meta
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by unofficial wannabe wanker
Mess on my dining room table
somewhere at home
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at 92h29 on Tuesday 06/06/2022 this photo documents that my dining room table looked like an archeological mess
#frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut#by unofficial wannabe wanker#somewhere at home#Mess on my dining room table
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This week has been. So much. I'm exhausted.
#hopefully back in our apartment tomorrow#then a few more days of construction#then putting our living room dining room and kitchen back together#and then we should be done with all of this mess#just in time for my appointment to get all my wisdom teeth removed#im so stressed#😞#ghost.txt
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wait i just saw this on the none cheeseburger post
this is so funny. i guarantee you those workers were laughing their asses off. they're fine.
#this isn't someone being an asshole to workers for 'laughs' like those tiktokers that make messes in the dining room or whatever#this is just plain absurdity. things like THIS make people's day 1000x better because it makes no sense and is funny as hell#that or they just didn't fucking care. either way they are Fine i promise akdbdkrkxjfms
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So I'm not a huge tea drinker, but I LOVE tea cups and tea sets and all that jazz.
So I when I found my favorite teacup and saucer while cleaning my room, I obviously decided to have a hot cocoa break!
#please excuse the mess#its the dining/family/toy room#teacup#tea set#please appreciate the beautiful cup its def my fav#i have a set i havent looked at in like a year and probably wont for another#and i also have a cute simple black cup and saucer#i would collect more but i dont have the space to store any so im waitinf until i move out
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no way i just watched a group of customers just... swipe leftover bags of food onto the ground so that they could sit at a table
#babes theres a bin right there and a million pther tables ... im srry the dining room is a mess we just got fucked by a two hour rush#w only five people on and ik its bad but CMONN
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i have never felt this much angry i’m tearing up and want to murder my dad
#how dare he say that to me#all i’ve been doing these past two weeks was declittering the house#i have cleaned out the entire bathroom and the goddamn kitchen so that theres space and everything has its own place#and there’s no expired things#and now there is an actual space to put groceries inside#and today i wanted to do the komoda in our dining room which btw doubles as his home office but also is on the middle of the goddamn house s#so you Have to go through it to go anywhere right#and he just asked if i’m finishing the cleanup now so i sad No cause i work 6 more hours - so after work#and he has the halls to get mad at me that i half as stuff and that the vacuum will be out here for the next two days cause i won’t do it#and that i left a crystal vase on the dining table for two weeks now and haven’t touched it like I DONT HAVE THE TIME TO DO EVEYTHING ALL AT#once okay!!! i will do it don’t talk to me like that#and going back to the dining room being his office it means every flat space is covered with his documents and i mean every#it’s the messiest shot ever cause he doesn’t think to keep it clean#and i’m the one that makes the mess#and now he tells me not to throw things cause i put down the remote loudly like i will do as i freaking please cause i’m furious and he has#ruined my good mood#all he has done after me cleaning is be mad that he can’t find things like i haven’t moved anything nowhere he just doesn’t even bother to#search if he doesn’t see smth immediately he gets mad and says we always hide stuff from him to annoy him#absolutely no gratitude from either of my parents i hate it here more often than not
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Other people, seeing the spots where I overshot the tape and got paint where it doesn't belong on my walls and ceilings: messy, trashy, bad
Me, seeing the same thing: unique, artistic, real
#ignore me#adventures in home ownership#i am done paintingy dining room in bi colors#and there are some messy spots#mostly on the ceiling where the roller was wider than the tape and I didn't get it wiped off or couldn't get it properly washed off#i will probably eventually go back and touch it up#but it really is a reflection of me - looks okay but also a bit of a mess in places
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Me: Time for resssst.
Me trying to rest: *Sees all the productive things I need to do*
Me: HM.
#Not Restful#meh#i may slowly try to get caught up on some stuff#it's hard to rest when my bedroom is a mess and my dining room smells weird and i have dishes to put away and-#i know i need times to rest#but i also need s p a c e to rest and right now i don't really have that#i probably won't do anything too hardcore today but i also probably won't just nap all day#i speak
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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife
You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, who’s walking alongside Soap
“Oh! Sorry about that, sir.” You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for
The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met in his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him
That one smile and he was done for
“Who was tha’?” The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghost��s attention still fixated on you.
“Think that was my wife.”
“Yer what?!”
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife
Well, everyone apart from you apparently
He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base don’t exactly run themselves
Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case
Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course
By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, it’s understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as it’ll be changing soon enough anyway
“You can call me anythin’ you want, love.” His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. “So long as you call me, that is.”
By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isn’t a date) he’s wondering if you’ll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and his cock into you
You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself ‘Husband’, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently weren’t aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as he’d saved your contact under ‘Wife’
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe you’re only playing
“Ach, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.” Soap said, seeing Ghost’s approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand
“S’for my wife. Get your own.” The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where you’re curled up on the couch, reading a book
“Aw, thank you honey.” You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips
“Happy wife, happy life, sergeant.” Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other man’s pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch
“God, maybe I really should keep you.” You’d laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him
Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses
“Is there some sort of party happening?” You’d questioned, confused out of your mind
“Suppose you could consider it a party.” He’d answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white
“Now while you’re lookin’ through dress sizes,” he’d added, taking your left hand in both of his. “You know your ring size? Got my own shoppin’ to do ‘round here.”
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Last night my life could literally have been an episode of the bear. Not kidding no joke.
#Lets see here: pipe burst and the ceiling became a waterfall in the dining room forcing customers to leave through the kitchen are from#The deck#owner couldn’t expo and they flat seated the entire deck area along with 30 covers in reservations within two hours (not good)#I expoed and had to fix the mess that was started by boss#We went through 40lbs of chicken in a single day which I haven’t encountered before in the three years I’ve been working#Water had to be shut off to stop the ceiling from pouring water everywhere#I still had to finish up prep in the basement#This morning I get a text asking me if I can cover for a flaky af cook and I started crying thankfully I was let off the hook#Chef is on the verge of quitting if things keep up like this#I somehow with the least amount of experience am able to step up without question but Jesus man#Oh and owner boss man dropped a whole ass party happening on Sunday after service and our pastry chef if about to commit a murder suicide#There that’s like 2 episodes worth of material for the bear
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Nature of Flesh (5-2-24)
Top Hat frowned at the blood-covered figure standing at his table, currently tearing apart an animal he had brought with him, alternating between eating said animal and staring intensely at its bones.
That figure was no other than Billy Shoepack, the eldritch deity Top Hat had foolishly struck a deal with.
"So, Top Hat." Billy spoke, twirling a femur between his fingers. "Tell me. What do you think the nature of flesh is?" Top Hat frowned at the question.
Did it have a correct answer? Or was Billy simply throwing him for a loop, as the god was wont to do, fickle as he was?
"...I'm not entirely sure." He admitted. "Something about mortality, maybe?"
He gave a disdainful sniff, frowning at the coppery smell of blood as it seeped into the wood of his dining table.
The sound of tearing flesh was loud as Billy sank his claws into the creature's corpse again.
He stared at the chunk of bloody meat, popping it into his mouth, before thrusting his hands back into the carcass, ripping the spine out of its body.
"Hm. You're surprisingly close to the answer." He bit down on one of the creature's kidneys with a growl, swallowing the hunk of meat. "For once."
He stuck his clawed fingers underneath the skin of the corpse's head, violently tearing it off, exposing the skull, gleaming with viscera.
"However, the nature of flesh is not wholly mortality." He balled his hand into a fist, bringing down on the skull with a loud crack.
"It is violence, and love. Sustenance and war!" He pushed pieces of the skull around, making more of a mess, and picked up the brain.
"It is rot and destruction. The flesh wars against itself, and in its arrogance..." Billy brought the brain to his mouth, brutally tearing through it with his viciously sharp teeth.
"It perishes. The flesh thinks he knows everything. But, in actuality, he knows nothing at all. He lives and he dies, over and over in an unending cycle of birth and decay!"
He cackled madly, before slamming his fist down on the creature's lower jaw, smashing it to pieces.
His hand came away bloody, and Top Hat couldn't tell if the blood belonged to the corpse or to Billy.
"He runs, living and dying for his entire pathetic, finite existence in a narrow, cramped burrow."
Billy reached for the the liver, claws gouging the flesh, his eyes blazing otherworldly in the dim light.
"Surrounded by others of his repulsive kind, he squeals in the dark and the damp. Inhaling his own sick. Consuming his own rot."
He attacked the rest of the intestines with a calculated savagery.
*And when he draws his final breath, he will die, as his kind does." Billy was breathing heavily, bright eyes unfocused.
"He is but a corpse in a rotting pit of corpses, and there is nothing distinguishing his dead body from the next."
Billy straightened from his hunched position over the table, claws leaving deep gashes in the intricately patterned wood.
He turned to look at Top Hat, a grin on his face.
"That, Top Hat, is the nature of flesh."
#toasty's writing#TRatF#top hat#billy shoepack#tw gore#tw dismemberment of a carcass#tw raw meat consumption#billy asking philosophical questions to bother top hat#top hat discussing the nature of mortality while billy dismembers and eats an animal in his dining room#and makes a mess of it
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Had my first 'pissed off' clean today bc I could not find any counter space to make sandwiches for me and my roommate's lunch tomorrow because of all the garbage (not mine) and dirty dishes (also not mine) just sitting out... Think I owe my mom an apology lol
#Surprisingly cathartic to punt an empty cardboard box across the room bc it's been sitting in the walkway for weeks for No Reason#Honestly? It was a meltdown because I couldn't walk into the kitchen without getting this horribly grainy cat litter stuck on my feet#And it smells like cat shit and piss and I checked her bowls and the water has A LAYER OF DUST ON TOP???????#Who does that to their pet????#I can't STAND mess clutter. I don't mind maximalist decor but this isn't that it's just garbage sitting everywhere#Scattered receipts old cardboard boxes packing paper and bubble wrap just laying on the floor cuz 'the cat likes it'#WELL THE DANNY DOESN'T#WE DON'T EVEN HAVE A DINING ROOM TABLE ITS JUST FULL OF TRASH#WHY DOES THE BATTERY PACKAGE HAVE 1 SINGLE BATTERY IN IT? THROW IT AWAY JESUS CHRIST ITS NOT THAT HARD#I swear to God it's like I'm living with my sister again she was so gross it's genuinely distressing to me#Grumble grumble
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