#folding box

[vintagehomecollection]

Antiques at Home, 1989

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

thinking about steve in that first scene in nancys bedroom back in season one. thinking about how goofy and flirty and charming and playful he was being. thinking about him being like that with eddie, and how eddie would react to that version of steve. the whole talking in a silly voice, acting as that stuffed bear, the whole “bad steve :( don’t do that to miss nancy :( “ and “you are beautiful nancy wheeler”.

eddie plays dnd, even more so, he DMs dnd games, he stands up on tables in cafeterias and makes big theatrical scenes to rant about issues he has strong stances on — that man knows how to put on a show, and enjoys to watch one too. see: immediately accepting erica into hellfire as a replacement after seeing her go on one of her tangents, showing off her attitude and how she isn’t afraid to get in your face to get her way. he LOVESS that shit. lives for it. seeks it out. so when steve starts getting like that around him he would just crumble immediately i just know it.

[duocatt]

Ana took the picture ❤️

[camtot]

My last market didn’t go as well as I’d hoped which means I’ve got enough stuff left over for a big shop update!

It should be ready in the next few days so stay tuned if you’re interested ✌🏼

[bionic-jaden]

Seeing Ma Kent be so welcoming to Kara and Lois, doing her best to parent a boy with superpowers, and just overall be a great mom you just KNOW the second she finds out she's gonna be a grandma she'll immediately start planning their baby shower and buying half the stuff on their baby registry

[salem-sapiens]

Can we get some more of young-ish Frollo just being his bitchy self?

Oh my, so many young Frollo enjoyers in here. I got you anon ✨

This time I tried drawing him in his student years. I can imagine him being the nerd meticulous student with straight As (of which he would constantly brag about).

I like to imagine he fidgets with his little hair curl when nervous...God I need to stop making this fuckface look cute.

Sorry the drawings aren't in English, translation under the cut:

1.

F: I would be studying

Anon intruder: I apologize

F: Tell that to the hangman when I become a judge

2.

*Revising [school stuff] before exam*

(there were exams in the 15th century right??)

[ded-lime]

@foileadeux ahem hem *whimper*

[lynaferns]

Sharing my knowlege of bag folding

This was something I was saving up for the forest elves AU, to have a cool scene of Fern showing her tricks of storing bags and stuff...

But since Idk when I'm going to draw that and these may be actually easy and useful to people, here it is.

I hope is easy to understand... I wanted to make it as clear as I could but the first one may be a little comfusing(maybe??).

[the-kipsabian]

[silicon-puppy-pudding]

Small Danny Phantom Headcanon

Being a ghost makes Danny's body pretty flexible and I feel like cat rules apply to him.

Like, as long as he can fit his head through something, his whole body will follow suit. This would apply to his human half too cuz as a ghost he can just become intangible. But imagine Danny casually being a contortionist, not really registering that he's not supposed to be able to fit inside of a bookbag like that.

[dukeofthomas]

"Angry robin" "violent robin" "misbehaving robin" shut up and accept my alternative; spunky Robin. Determined and head strong, can out-stubborn the Batman, has a strong moral-backbone and does what he thinks is right regardless of what anybody else says, Robin. Jason who was sassy and quippy and made crude jokes with a smile on his face. Jason who hid in Bruce's cape and whispered gossip to him. Jason who, if Bruce refused him something, could keep bothering endlessly until Bruce caved. And also dramatic Jason. If Bruce tells him no, it becomes a whole theatrical show; a monologue, a narration, embellishments, and falling onto the floor in his grief upon the fact his cruel father has denied him once again.

(Jason who has suffered through abuse and homelessness and poverty and starvation, who is the Fight out of Fight or Flight, who's built up defenses and walls and when pushed and triggered responds with the thing that's always protected him; anger. He's sweet and kind and funny, and when he sees a pimp hitting a prostitute he gets furious and responds with violence.)

[seabeck]

Everyone has to lay an egg as soon as I go to clean the coop 🙄

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 236

The ritual is complete, blood staining stone and fires cut short, snuffed to ash. For all intents and purposes, it shouldn’t have gone wrong. It should technically be over and done and successful. The cultists look from their bleeding hands to each other in panic and slight hysteria, clothing torn apart. 

They would not speak of this, and fix it right away! R-right away… fix it? They can… oh they can’t fix it um. No one will notice, right? 

….

What do you mean it’s affected everyone in the world?!

[kakushino]

While being a hopeless romantic hidden beneath his harsh demeanor, he never found himself very intrigued in his own romance, despite longing for it. He simply assumed that in his age, he would never taste the sweetened honey of love on his tongue. Then, the incident in the former village occurred, and he found himself in your presence, longing for you and trying to drive you off, the butterflies in his chest clouding his judgement. You were just as stubborn as him though, determined to do your damn job and get Haganezuka back to full health. That was your own fire. He wanted to drown in it. Hotaru found himself looking for you throughout the village, longing to court you. He was relieved seeing that none of the other smiths wanted you, not that he couldn't handle it, he simply just didn't like the idea of the competition, especially since he was more than well aware of his own flaws regarding his craft. Hotaru knew that many women wanted an attentive husband, and while he would adore providing such, his obsessive behavior towards forging could put a dent in that. Imaging his surprise when one day you approached him, his favorite treat in your hand. "For you. I heard of you working yourself to the bone again. Take it, as a reward for your outstanding craft." You spoke warmly, making the swordsmith's heart flutter. If he didn't love you before, he certainly was enamored by you now. Offhanded mentions of your beauty soon flooded your way whenever you crossed paths with Haganezuka, the man always saying something strange about you or even simply telling you to do small things to keep you safe while you stayed in the village. "Your eyes are pretty, like the fresh ores I get to forge new blades." "Tie your hair up, unlike metals, it can burn away to ash and it'd be a shame to see it vanish." "You're like a freshly forged blade, sharp and beautiful." Each comment never failed to catch you off guard, a fact that delighted Haganezuka. Yet, he internally lamented about how you were still not in his arms at the end of every day. That is, until one night you appeared at his home bearing a few bento boxes and a shy blush on your cheeks. "I was wondering if you wanted to share a meal together?" More than a meal was shared that night, as you found yourself folded nearly in half, legs tossed over Hotaru's shoulders, your name on his lips as he thrusted his length in and out of you, the scent of sex and sweat swirling in the air. A cocktail of passion. "H-Hotaru! Hotaru!" You moaned out, your eyes squeezed shut with Haganezuka's eye drank you in, finally sating his longing to have you for himself. "C-close! More, please, I need more!" "I'll give you more then, my beautiful fire." He huffed, doubling his efforts and smiling inwardly hearing you suddenly scream out for him, the man descending upon you to bite and kiss your skin, leaving behind a collection of hickeys. His claim. The swordsmith groaned out as he felt you cum on his cock for the forth time that night, drawing out a second orgasm from him, overstimulation starting to kick in for the both of you. Yet, he couldn't stop, he never wanted to. Hotaru kept abusing your cunt, molding his shape into you attempting to claim you from the inside out. He wanted you for months now, and still it almost felt like years he's yearned so deeply for this, this feeling of intimacy, of love. He never wanted it to end, to never cease hearing your whines, your cries, all for more of him. Dawn broke after hours, you filled to the brim and then some and Hotaru clinging to you desperately, as if you would disappear if he loosened his grip. Hotaru smiled softly, uttering a gentle "good morning" in his gravely voice. You blushed realizing your situation before sighing and simply curling into his hold. "Five more minutes..." You uttered softly, closing your eyes and listening to the thrum of Haganezuka's heart. ~~~~~~ Enjoy my word vomit, I rewrote this after realizing I was gonna have another situation on my hands. So the first draft is shoved in my docs.

Oh sweet lord above... that... was...

[unopenablebox]

her :)

[unladyboss]

C FOLD NAPKINS: THE BEAR SEASON 3

Why did the Bear need CFOLD napkins?

The Bear is not really the kind of place that uses CFOLD napkins

Ebra's window for sandwiches does though

Even if you take into account Ebra's window for sandwiches, how is it that they went through so many cfolds so fast?

BUT on the top of the trash, was cfolds, meaning the box was just put there, so that means there should be a lot in stock

Matter of fact, PAULIE said that the order never came in.

Not true because the CFOLD boxes were on the top of the trash, meaning someone took out the cfolds and put the box in the trash recently WITHOUT BREAKING THEM DOWN.

Why did Natalie then have to go buy more?

They keep letting those Faks sabotage them is what I think