#i eat and am eaten

[gomzdrawfr]

so my good friends asked:

"What if Price and Raven swap outfits?"

and i answer it with this

bonus:

funky lookin Price screenie from mw2 LMAO I needed references-

[teethands]

i fucking cut my hand open while cutting an avocado tonight but by god if it was not the best fucking avocado i have ever eaten

[theythemmer]

phinktober day 11: ur fav AU

i dont rlly do AUs so i just drew them how i wish they would dress xo

(dan’s tats r carnations and snowdrops and phil’s r roses and honeysuckle. for no reason 🤗)

ALSO bonus version w makeup bc i couldn’t pick <3

[transmechanicus]

Tgirl anti-starvation ward

[gojonanami]

*jjk manga spoilers*

if sukuna eats yuta — I will honestly be at the end of my rope with this manga

i understand death and tragedy is necessary to tell a story — loss is needed, it’s a part of life

BUT at some point in a story, if there’s so much needless death, it starts to become a question of ‘why am I reading a story where no character I love survives?”

[sunsorbit]

crossposting my live reaction because i am actually so ravenously hungry it’s not even funny. I am about to go and make myself a midnight snack that’s how hungry i am

[front-facing-pokemon]

[crabsnpersimmons]

What if y/n from have you eaten? Au had eating disorders?

oou! good question!

yes! that is definitely a scenario i would like to explore in the fic when i get to it. also why i want to write the fic with multiple different Y/Ns so we can explore different experiences and relationships with food

there is a "main Y/N" who is a glutton who likes to try anything and everything. i haven't done the research for it so i can't say whether or not they have an eating disorder, but they DO have an unhealthy relationship with food as a result of being shamed for their appetite. so that, coupled with their job that emphasizes appearances and first impressions, they eat smaller meals, seemingly healthier meals, safe meals. but when they're alone at the restaurant with the DCA boys, without having to worry about who sees them or how much they eat, they're able to enjoy their food openly and honour their body's cravings.

[stealingyourbones]

Spent so much time making sushi for dinner and was so excited to have a funky little sushi roll and eat it like a burrito but then my nori ripped apart mid roll and I had to eat it as a salad and apparently my brain doesn’t like the texture of imitation crab + seaweed and rice rn :(

[3-aem]

i would be such a good monk or something or idk, just that my ability to ignore hunger in favor of whatever i am hyperfixating on is unparalleled at least within the sample size of my social circles

[crumb]

nothing worse than the powerless feeling of recognizing you're in a bad mood and then watching the universe put you in situations to make the bad feeling worse and knowing it's dumb and your reaction is just a symptom of your current state of mind and any other time these things wouldn't even bother you but they're happening right now when you feel fragile and low so it's amplifying those bad feelings and it's like there's nothing you can do to stop it except hold on and hope it passes

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier

[coldwind-shiningstars]

G, Gen, Dungeon Meshi, No Archive Warnings Apply

The question of coughing haunted Marcille. Even after she opened up an old tome from the Golden Country and wheezed her way through the resulting dust cloud, the question stuck in her mind. How many little desires were there in life? How many that might not be missed until something had gone wrong?

She ran her mind through everything she did daily, almost obsessively. She ate, she drank water and tea and wine, she slept. She bathed, still, and she washed her hair even though she had no drive to, because washing her hair was part of bathing. She wanted to blow her nose when it ran. She wanted warm hands and feet and a cool pillow under her head.

Marcille learns about more easy-to-overlook but still necessary desires, and begins to spiral.

A postcanon Marcille character study/exploration of being a dungeon lord, for the chordae tendineae fic exchange on the theme "embodiment and having a body." We had an anon guessing period and this was my requisite "everyone knows immediately it's me" fic. 🎵My traveling companions are ghosts and empty sockets 🎵

[transmechanicus]

I’m allowed one (1) vent of the colossal amounts of pressure my body and mind are under per month and i usually do my best to bury it in the early hours of the morning, so now that i’ve provided this valuable and important context:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[glass-eie]

My @shepherds-of-haven mc Rosie (he/him) as a vampy vamp for Halloween teehee

Ft. A dumb little extra w Chase lol

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

something something

making aphmau more creature than human bc what part of a woman being birthed by the ground (first wording that came to mind, not accurate, but fuck you) screams to you 'perfectly well adjusted individual'

If some amnesiac woman with weird powers came from a crater in the ground, she would probably eat worms. and she should be allowed to. let her eat her little wormies.