#but they take care of you and give you food

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

change of plans

Summary: Your plan of waking up Harry with breakfast in bed gets interrupted when Harry finds you in the kitchen wearing only his shirt.

Pairing: Harry Castillo x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2k

Rating: E

Warnings: established relationship, some domestic fluff, smut (unprotected sex), kitchen sex, a hint of breeding kink, fluff, making plans about the future (reversal of a vasectomy)

A/N: I haven't watched the movie since it doesn't come out here until august, but I don't care I love him lol

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Main Masterlist // Harry Castillo Masterlist 

It wasn’t often that you were awake before Harry. 

Usually he’d be up and out of bed before his alarm went off at 5:30. He’d check the stock market and his emails before he’d kiss your forehead and quietly got up to get ready for the day. 

You’d usually wake up when he was about to get out, giving him a tired smile when he came back to bed to kiss you goodbye. 

You’d been dating for almost a year, living together for the last two months after your the lease of your apartment ran out and your landlord wanted 1k more. Per week. For a shitty one room apartment that always smelt like Chinese foods from the restaurant in the same building. 

And like it was nothing, Harry just offered his place. You had been spending most of the time here anyway but still. Your relationships never were like it was with Harry. You didn’t have to constantly proof your worth or walk around on tiptoes. 

For the first time in your life you felt like you were in love with someone who loved you just as much, if not more back. And it felt wonderful. 

Dating a billionaire was not on your agenda when you finally gave in and agreed on a blind date your sister wanted to arrange for you. 

Only that the man she had set you up with never showed up. Fed up and warming up to the idea that maybe ending up as a single cat lady, you were about to leave when Harry sat down across from you with a warm smile and the question if he could invite you for a drink. 

You had spend almost every single day together since then. 

Now you were looking at him as he slept. He was laying on his stomach, his face squished into one of his pillows, the bedsheet almost up to his nose. He had come home pretty late, you’d already been asleep when he slipped into bed, cuddling against you and pretty much falling asleep immediately. 

One of his biggest projects in Abu Dhabi finally had been signed and with that he could finally relax. 

You fought the urge to reach out and run your fingers through his hair and instead slowly slipped out of bed, grabbing his shirt on your way towards the ensuite. 

You grabbed the suit he had been wearing yesterday when you had freshened up, making sure to add them to the pile of the dry cleaning that would be picked up later today, before you walked slowly through the penthouse, towards the kitchen. 

The view from so high up was still breathtaking every single time. The sun just so peaking over the clouds, as if you were floating above New York City which was hidden beneath the clouds. 

Humming to yourself you walked towards the coffee machine, pressing the button for your favourite before you turned towards the screen that managed almost every device in the penthouse, turning on the radio on a low volume before you walked towards the enormous fridge, opening it. 

You picked everything you’d need to make some pancakes, setting it down on the kitchen island before you grabbed your drink, taking a long sip, humming along to a song on the radio. 

You wondered if you could surprise Harry with breakfast in bed. 

You had taken some days off work, Harry telling you that he wanted to take you out of town to celebrate your upcoming anniversary. 

Smiling to yourself you reached for a bowl before you began to add all the ingredients for the pancakes. Whisking them together as the news announced the successful deal Harry had made yesterday, making you smile like a proud mother. 

Jumping when you felt arms wrap around you from behind you let yourself relax against his broad chest, Harrys face nuzzling against your neck, his lips pressing against your skin. 

„Good morning,“ he hummed and you pouted with a smile. 

„I wanted to make you breakfast in bed,“ you said, feeling him smile against your skin. His arms around you tightened and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth when you felt him rub his hard on against your ass. 

„How about a different kind of breakfast?“ He kissed up the side of your neck, his facial hair softly scratching over your skin. You were still slowly whisking the pancake mix when one of his hands slipped under your shirt, slowly up your stomach. 

„Mhhhh and what do you have in mind?“ You smiled, tilting your head to the side to give him more access. 

His hand found one of your breasts, giving it a gently squeeze as he moved his hips against yours, a low moan escaping your lips. 

„How about I show you?“ He mumbled as his other hand slipped between your legs, groaning when he found you wearing nothing underneath. 

You gave up on the pancakes when his fingers slipped through your folds, the whisk falling down on the marble island with a clang. Turning your head, his lips were on yours immediately, two of his fingers pushing inside of you.

He hummed against your lips, his tongue slipping between them, deepening the kiss all while his fingers moved inside of you, lazily working you up.You brought one arm up and behind you so your hands could reach him, your fingers slipping into his hair. 

„More,“ you mumbled against his lips and and he grinned, his thumb rubbing over your clit and you gasped. 

„Wanted to wake you up with my mouth on you,“ he said, voice hoarse. You let your head fall back next against him, his mouth on your jaw as your lips parted. 

„Take my time with you,“ he said, his hand on your breast playing with your nipple. 

„Been so busy with work lately, I missed you,“ your other hand came to hold on to his arm across your stomach. 

„Missed your wet little pussy,“ he sucked on your earlobe and you moaned, already close to your orgasm. 

„You fucked me in the shower yesterday,“ you reminded him, voice breathy and he chuckled. 

„Not the same. When we get off the plane I intend to not leave the bed for at least three days,“ he whispered against your ear, his fingers finding the spot inside of you that made you shake, focusing his fingers on it. You came with a soft cry of his name, and Harry hummed a „good girl“ against your ear as he continued to pump his fingers into you. 

When his fingers finally slipped out of you you release a long breath before you turned your head to kiss him again. 

„Plane?“ You mumbled against his lips. He smiled, kissing your nose. 

„Surprise,“ he winked, bringing his hand up, licking his fingers clean, his other hand still on your breast. Narrowing your eyes playfully you turned around, crossing your arms behind his neck. 

„Where are we going?“ You asked and he hummed, shaking his head. 

„All you need to know is that you don’t need any clothes, we’re gonna be alone for four full days,“ he grinned and you rolled your eyes, fighting unsuccessful against the smile that spread on your lips. 

„Hmmm… Four days naked? Whatever are we going to do?“ You asked, letting your hand run down his chest, eyebrows raising in mock surprise when your hand slipped straight into his boxers and wrapped around his hard cock. 

„I have a list,“ he grinned before he kissed you again. You chuckled against his lips, slowly pumping his cock.

„Oh yeah?“ You mumbled against his lips. 

He moaned against your lips and you were about to get on your knees for him when his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you onto the kitchen island, making you giggle. You spread your legs as he got closer towards you. 

„Oh yeah. I’ve been working on it during my super long and boring meetings,“ his hands pulled your shirt up until he could pull it over your head, throwing it to the floor, leaving you sitting naked with your legs spread in front of him. 

„You mean the super long and boring meetings that made you 300 million dollars richer?“ You teased and he slipped his boxers down before both of his hands ran up your thighs. One hand wrapped around his cock and you parted your legs even wider as he slipped the tip though your folds. 

„Those exactly,“ he nodded, notching against your entrance.

„Multitasking. I like it,“ you teased and he laughed, kissing you again while he slowly pushed into you, both of you moaning. You let yourself fall back, both of your hands on the counter behind you, arching your back. 

„You’re so fucking beautiful,“ he shook his head slightly and you moaned deeply when he began to slowly fuck into you, filling you deeper and deeper until finally his cock was fully inside of you. He set a slow pace, both of his hands coming down to lean against the kitchen island, his head dropping down to kiss the soft skin on top of one of your tits before he softly sucked your nipple into his mouth. 

„Oh fuck,“ you moaned, your head falling backwards, arching your back even more to get closer to him. You slowly moved your hips to meet his thrusts. 

„So my plan is a lot of hits,“ he mumbled against your tit and you actually laughed. The skin around his eyes crinkled as he looked up at you, before he let go and came to stand to his full height, hands pulling you closer to the edge, towards him. 

He moved faster, pumping his cock into you, his skin slapping against yours. You moaned.

"A little bit of that,“ he groaned and you smiled out of breath. 

One of his hands slipped between your bodies, his fingers playing with your clit as his thrusts intensified. 

„And fuck. Yeah definitely this,“ he said with a moan and you crossed your legs behind his ass, pulling him even closer as he pumped into you in quick, hard thrusts. 

„Oh shit baby,“ you pushed yourself up, hands coming to rest on each side of his neck, both of you looking down to where he was fucking into you, while continuing to rub your clit. 

„Look how wet you are for me,“ he mumbled against your ear, kissing your shoulder. 

„Just for you baby,“ you slipped one hand into his hair and he leaned in to kiss you. It only took a few more seconds until you came, wave after wave washing over you as you moaned against his mouth. 

He let his forehead fall against yours, now chasing his own orgasm. 

„Cum for me baby,“ you whimpered, lightly pulling his hair and he groaned.

„Gonna cum. Gonna fuck, pump all my cum inside of you until….“ He stopped himself and you tilted his head up so you could look at him. 

„Until what? Until you get me pregnant?“ You asked and he nodded with a moan, twitching inside of you. 

„Do it. Fuck me full of you. Fuck a baby into me Harry,“ you whined and his lips parted, moaning as you felt him cum, fucking his cum into you until he stilled, his cock deep inside of you. 

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. He kissed your temple until you looked at him.

„I’ve been thinking…“ he began and you raised your eyebrows. 

„More on your list?“ You asked and he chuckled, shaking his head. 

„Not on the sex list. On… our future list,“ he said softly and you smiled, interested. A few weeks ago you had dreamed about your future together. How you wanted to grow old together. And maybe start a family. 

But Harry had a vasectomy almost fifteen years ago. 

„I made a appointment to reverse the vasectomy,“ he said and your eyes widened. 

„Really?“ You asked and he nodded. 

„How do you feel about that?“ He asked and you smiled up at him. 

„Ecstatic,“ you grinned before you kissed him. 

[maskedbyghost]

where you left me (part 2)

part 1

You don’t sleep that night.

The bed feels wrong as you lie flat on your back, staring at the ceiling, while his voice keeps echoing in your head.

Being with you was a mistake.

You know he’s lying. You know it. You saw the way he froze when you said his name. Still, it doesn’t stop the hurt. You can’t shake the hollow ache in your chest.

By morning, you don’t bother pretending to sleep anymore. You get up early, earlier than you need to, and go through the motions. Shower. Uniform. Boots laced tight. No one says anything when you sit quietly in the mess with untouched food. Soap gives you a nod but doesn’t push. Gaz tries to get you to take his coffee again, like clockwork. This time, you hold it in both hands and keep it close to your chest even though you still don’t drink it.

You keep busy with training, cleaning, or running laps. You volunteer for everything, take the worst shifts, anything that keeps you moving. Anything that keeps you from thinking.

But no matter what you do, he’s still everywhere.

You catch him in the reflection of a window once, his mask back on, and for a second, you forget how to breathe. It’s cruel how easily your body still reacts to him. Like it doesn’t care what your mind knows. Like it’s still waiting for him.

The first few days, you waited. You told yourself he just needed space. That he’d come back when he’d thought things through. You even left your phone on loud, in case he texted or called in the middle of the night. He never did.

After a week, you stopped checking your phone as much. After two, you started leaving it in another room so you wouldn’t obsess every time a notification popped up. After a month, you stopped bringing him up in conversations. Not because you were over it, but because it hurt too much to explain something you didn’t even understand.

You tried to move on. You really did. You started sleeping on both sides of the bed. Started deleting pictures slowly, one by one, until your phone felt less like a trap and more like yours again. You even stopped wearing his hoodie when you were alone.

And then, on a completely normal Tuesday, someone asked you out.

He wasn’t special. Just some guy you knew from a mutual friend. He was decent looking, funny enough. And when he asked if you wanted to grab a drink sometime, you didn’t hesitate. You said yes. It felt easy. Light. Like maybe you really could move on.

Until Simon fucking Riley somehow overheard.

You didn’t even know he was there. But a few hours later, your phone buzzed, and you saw his name pop up for the first time in weeks.

Simon: If you go out with him I’ll kill him.

You stared at the message. Read it twice, three times, because there was no way he just said that.

You: Fuck you, Simon. We broke up, and I can do whatever the fuck I want.

Simon: Come tonight. Need to talk. Somewhere private.

You didn’t answer right away. You stared at the screen for a long time, your stomach twisting. You told yourself you should ignore it. That if he wanted to talk, he should’ve done it a long time ago. But you knew you were going.

Even as you typed out “ok” and threw your phone on the bed with a groan, you were already halfway through planning what you were going to say. What you were going to scream, really. You were going to punch his stupid, beautiful face the second you saw him.

You met him at his place. You hadn’t been there since the breakup, but everything was still the same. Same lights. Same scent. Same fucking shoes by the door that made your chest hurt.

He opened the door before you even knocked, like a dog waiting at the window. If you weren’t so mad, you’d laugh, but instead, you stared him down.

"You look pissed," he said.

"I'm not here to fucking smile at you," you shot back, walking past him.

"Fair enough."

You turned to face him, arms crossed. "Well? You dragged me here to say something, so say it."

He looked at you for a long second. Then, "I don’t want you dating other people."

You blinked, then laughed. "Wow. That’s rich. You broke up with me, and now you get jealous the second someone else looks at me? That’s really fucking mature, Simon."

He didn’t say anything.

"What the fuck do you even want from me?" you snapped. "You didn’t want to be with me, but I can’t be with anyone else either? What is that?"

He muttered something under his breath.

"What?"

He glanced away, jaw tight. "I said, preferably, I want to keep you in a fucking glass cage."

There was a beat of silence. Long enough for you to blink, tilt your head, and reconsider every life choice that had brought you to this exact moment. Because he hadn’t just said that. He couldn’t have.

You narrowed your eyes. "Hello, Joe from You? Are you out of your fucking mind?"

Simon sighed. "I'm not joking. I can't fucking bear to lose you again."

You scoffed, stepping back. "Right. That’s why you broke up with me. Because it was too good, huh?"

"I was scared. It wasn’t your fault. It was never your fault."

"No, it wasn’t. But you made it mine anyway. You made me think I fucked something up. You made me sit with that for months."

He took a step closer. "I could’ve done more. I should’ve done more. I didn’t know how to handle what I felt for you, and I’m sorry."

"You should be," you said, voice quieter now, angrier in a different way. "Because I was all in. And you walked away."

Simon nodded slowly. "I know. And it kills me. You think I didn’t want to call you? You think I didn’t stare at my phone every night thinking about it? I didn’t think I deserved you. But now… I don’t care. I’ll be selfish. I want you back. I want you with me. Not him. Not anyone else. Me."

You stared at him for a moment. Everything about him made your chest ache. Your fists clenched. "You don’t get to do this unless you mean it."

"I mean it. All of it. I don’t care what it takes. I’ll do it. Just… don’t shut the door on me. Not yet."

Your voice was shaking now, but you didn’t look away. "I want to hit you."

"Go ahead."

"I want to scream at you for making me feel disposable."

"You weren’t. You aren’t. You never will be."

You paused, eyes burning. "You better fucking grovel. I'm not making this easy."

"Wouldn’t expect anything less."

You finally let out a shaky breath. Your shoulders dropped just a little, and your voice was low when you said, "I’m not dating him."

"Good. Because I was serious. I would’ve killed him."

"You're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot. If you'll have me."

You didn’t say anything, just stared at him, still trying to decide if you wanted to punch him or kiss him. Maybe both.

Simon stepped closer, his eyes softening a little. Without a word, he reached up and gently brushed a stray hair behind your ear. Then, before you could react, his lips touched yours, and you didn’t pull away. Instead, you let yourself lean in, closing the space between you.

When you finally broke apart, he smiled, a little shy now. “Still want to punch me?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile creeping up. “Maybe just a little.”

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[potatoplace]

Rewatching some older wendigoon videos tonight and had a thought-

Backrooms x acotar

Reader falls through into the backrooms and is stalked for days by the entities, and is caught once she is weakened enough by the atmosphere of the backrooms.

It's Rhys and Feyre

She's their wifey now

Yes pls

Maybe becomes the group wifey with Cassian and Azriel too

Idk my brain is rotted today, I can come up with ideas but not string a sentence together for actual writing 😫

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[prazardous]

if you. are making a video. you're sitting down to talk to the camera and make a video. shortform video. vertical video. less than a minute. tiktok instagram reel whatever. i have full confidence that you do not fucking need to eat right now. do not start your sentence and then shove an apple slice in your face two words in and keep talking through your apple slice. you're making yourself look so obnoxious and hateable. really truly i know you can put the apple slices to one side for the amount of time it takes to get your sentence out. i believe in you. why don't you believe in yourself

[mariatesstruther]

okay but a version of events in which tommy takes ellie to the fireflies, but NEITHER of them come back. and maria joel have to work together to get them back

[jamiebluewind]

Today has been one of those "Sorry! I couldn't hear you over the texture of my socks" days.

[naamahdarling]

Augh

[caliginous-is-confused]

My gaming routine rn:

Pathologic 2

Ff14 for when I need dopamine because there is none to be found in the steppe bc I have a gaggle of children who all wanna run head first into the plague to help.

[snatcher-no-snatching]

I am curious. Do you think that regular Bob would be similar about the whole "have you eaten yet" thing, except meat flavor?

honestly yeah! I think Bob (both of them) is the kind of guy to put a lot of value in food, and making sure someone is well fed is one of his primary ways of showing care.

Bob Prime ofc tends to offer up meat dishes most of the time. within a month of knowing him you'll have eaten more burgers than you ever had in your life previously

[sphacelating]

As someone who loves Andrew as a character and doesn’t hate on Ashley and recognize both of their flaws unlike most people, I feel like the fandom coddles and sympathizes Andrew even more after Chapter 3 because of his backstory.

Ashley’s behavior is largely a result of her parents’ neglect and lack of effort in raising her. They never made her go to therapy or address her issues, instead enabling her behavior and shifting the blame onto her brother. She never had birthdays celebrated, and her fake friends only used her to get closer to Andy. As a result, no one really supports her, and she never learned how to behave in a healthy way. So, it makes sense why she’d become so dependent on Andy when he’s the only one who’s actually tried to care for her and make her happy.

What people often overlook is that Ashley grew up in the same toxic, abusive environment as Andrew, but instead of being labeled as “evil” or “manipulative,” she’s simply a product of the neglect and lack of guidance she experienced. She craves unconditional love, doesn’t understand relationships, and wears her emotions on her sleeve. Meanwhile, Andrew sees through it, lets her behavior slide, and ends up blaming her for his own actions.

There’s a lot of sympathy for Andrew, to the point where people overlook some of his less admirable qualities—like how he treats Ashley, Julia, Nina, and others. But when it comes to Ashley, she’s dismissed just because her personality is harder for people to like. She grew up in the same neglectful and abusive environment as Andrew, but their personalities turned out differently because she was completely neglected, while Andrew was suppressed. This explains why Ashley tends to act out and demand attention, while Andrew keeps things bottled up. Yet people forget this, and only see Ashley as a product of the same toxic environment that worsened Andrew, without considering that there was nothing in that environment that could’ve helped her improve. She doesn’t know how to initiate positive, prosocial behavior because she wasn’t taught how to.

In many ways, Andrew’s behavior is just as problematic—he rarely does anything genuinely prosocial and sometimes behaves horribly toward people who care about him, like Julia. But because he’s more inward in his attitude and has a more fleshed-out backstory, people tend to accept him more easily. Ashley, on the other hand, hasn’t been given the same explanation or “justification” for her actions.

Ashley is clearly wrong for abusing and raping Andrew, and it's understandable that people sympathize with him because of it. However, let’s not pretend Andrew is some “innocent” person. He’s spied on his sister while she was changing, emotionally manipulated others, used Julia to vent his sexual frustrations about Ashley, cared more about the consequences of his actions than the lives he took, faked nightmares to sleep next to his sister, and continues to engage in inappropriate touching or flirting with her.

In the Shots and Such ending, Andrew wanted Ashley to get drunk with him so they could have "accidental" sex, and he ended up assaulting her while she was intoxicated, trying to repeat what he considered the best sex he ever had. In the Cliffhanger ending, it is implied that Andrew intended to assault his imaginary sister.

In the story, Andrew makes many sexual comments to Ashley but later takes back his consent. Despite this, Ashley continues to press him, which leads to the conclusion that this is rape.

Then Andrew has sex with a wasted Ashley. When she finds out, she has a breakdown. Andrew argues that she "wanted it," suggesting it wasn't rape?

Andrew violently beats Ashley and then becomes drunk. Ashley forces him to have sex with her. Later, Andrew admits he likes to get Ashley drunk to have sex with her and has been trying to recreate it over and over again.

Both individuals are terrible, but it frustrates me that Andrew is not held accountable for anything.

Ashley and Andrew both have difficult personalities shaped by their neglectful upbringing. Ashley seeks attention and is often criticized for her behavior, while Andrew is more reserved and people overlook his flaws. The key point is that both are shaped by their environment and should not be labeled as simply a "monster" or a "victim. "

If you feel sympathy for one sibling, you should show the same sympathy to the other. Similarly, if you dislike one sibling, you should also have the same feelings toward the other.

i don’t know what world you live in where people are sympathizing with andrew after decay and refusing to hold him accountable, nor why you’re dropping all these paragraphs in my inbox to tell me how much andrew sucks and ashley should be coddled more like i’m one of those people.

not a fan of anything you said on the topic of rape, either. mentioning it in passing only to bring up examples of andrew disregarding ashley’s lack of genuine consent after he was raped by ashley and she forced him into a sexual relationship as if to show that andrew is a worse rapist, even comparing his deeply repressed thoughts in cliffhanger to the act of rape by claiming thoughts = intent to act, all of that strongly comes off as trying to justify what was done to him and i am not here for it.

and making sexual comments does not in any way equal consent to sex, so andrew didn’t withdraw consent that he’s never given when ashley raped him. you’re definitely in “andrew wanted it so the rape wasn’t that bad” territory here and it’s extremely uncomfortable.

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

i think the most annoying part of dog food discourse is how many people will act as though proplan/hill’s/Royal canin diets aren’t extremely and prohibitively expensive and that THAT is the reason so many people look into healthy alternatives.

People complain about corn being in the first five ingredients on most of those feeds because, regardless of other factors here, that is not an expensive ingredient. But it makes up a large chunk of the dry food. So the dry food should be fairly affordable, right?

Oh… with tax you’re spending about $100 for one 45lb bag of food where the third ingredient is wheat and the fourth and fifth ingredients are corn.

Oh… well! It’s slightly cheaper! But the second ingredient is rice, third is wheat, fourth is corn, and then fifth is poultry byproduct. None of those are very expensive so this just must be the low end cost of dog food unfortunately. The vets recommend it so surely that means prices aren’t inflated, right?

Oh? This one has similar ingredients with the only real difference being no corn? And it’s half the price?? Well surely that’s just a fluke.

Oh. Oh no.

This one even has CORN in it and it’s $20 cheaper?? Wow!

Like listen at some point I don’t care if your dog food has the ichor of the gods in it, I’m not spending $100 every five days if there are cheaper options with just as many “good” ingredients in it. If you think I’m a dog abuser because I can’t afford this overpriced garbage, that’s too bad. I don’t care. My dogs are perfectly healthy with the food I give them. Great weight and great coat. People giving dog food recommendations that aren’t those top three hyper-expensive dog foods aren’t trying to epic own those dastardly vets half the time, but I really don’t blame the ones who do lose trust in vets when the only heartworm protection they recommend lately are expensive triple-action brands like Simparica Trio that costs $120+ as opposed to the other heartworm protections that are only about $40-$60 on average, which is still cheaper even if you add on a $20-$40 flea and tick protection separately, and only recommend dog food that costs $85+ a bag even if your dog doesn’t have specialized dietary needs.

Those top three foods are GREAT at making competent prescription diets, I don’t deny that. I do still have to criticize the pricing of those prescription diets though because I have spoken to DOZENS of people who had to pull their pets off of a prescription diet and struggle to find something comparable because they couldn’t afford the food, and that’s terrible! These are not poor companies! Purina, Royal Canin, and Hill’s can ABSOLUTELY afford to lower their prices to make their food accessible to people who need it for their animals but they don’t. They probably never will. Because at the core they are run by greedy corporations. It doesn’t matter how many good nutritionists are on board if the company is run by people who put profits over customers and make the food impossible for people to afford.

[roseofcards90]

God I am fucking sick of this

[safety-pin-punk]

yall Im so fucking tired. This month has been exhausting. I promise Im alive, just barely functional atm.

[ookaookaooka]

i just spent ages looking for the post, i swear i posted about it when i broke my beloved fish plate like a year ago, but now he's finally back together! i just have to wait a week or so for the resin to cure , and then i can go in and wipe away the excess gold. even though the process was frustrating and VERY time-consuming and i lost motivation halfway through and let it sit on the shelf unfinished for like 14 months, i'm glad i went to the trouble of learning how to actually kintsugi it with resin and gold instead of rushing it with epoxy and mica powder.

the before pics (freshly broken and after the initial gluing):