#i made you a sandwich

[egophiliac]

I feel like F/P/S was still a pretty weird one, even by Lance's standards.

sorry for (in an ironic twist) not doing much Ride Kamens art now that it's actually started; I've been pretty slow going through it and I feel weird posting about things I'm not caught up on! though I'm. definitely gonna have to set aside some time to actually get through episode 13, after what they posted today. (w-what did they do to my Leon) (NOBODY TELL ME I HAVE TO FIND OUT ON MY OWN) (LEOOOOOOOON)

[pastel-medic]

Road Trip :P

[monstermoviedean]

"but what about-" shhh. one of these two. "but the character-" no this is about the outfit/styling/hair/makeup/overall look only. if hotness is a metric that works for you, pick whichever look is hotter to you. if not, pick whichever look you like better.

(poll inspiration)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Fishing Interlude

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[notbecauseofvictories]

It's always like, a sandwich can't be that good, it's just a sandwich, then you're eating one like, holy fuck a sandwich

I mean, I am a devoted sandwich lover. I love sandwiches laden with vegetables; I love wraps with tofu; I love warm tuna melts and subs stuffed with broccoli and open-faced sandwiches heavy with tomatoes and ricotta. I've got sandwiches for summer (camembert, arugula and apple) and sandwiches for winter (chorizo patty melt with pickled jalapenos). Even just a regular old grilled cheese can be elevated with a green and garlick-y spread.

So really, at any given moment my default state is probably holy fuck, a sandwich, regardless of how long it's been since I last ate one.

[enbyonsteriods]

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[carehounds]

Sure hope so, Girl.

[5hrignold]

the picture sucks because he isn’t worth the effort of finding a specific picture of him for this specific post

[blushft]

what did he mean by that

[inspector-montoya-fox]

i am in the silliest goofiest of all moods so i decided to take my top 3 ice creams of this summer and share with you which characters they remind me of the most. let me know if you think you are sillier and/or goofier by sending me your favourite ice cream

at number 3 we have Arpeggio as Haagen-Dazs Dulce de Leche, and specifically the mini tub that comes in a box of four flavours. despite the flavour's Latin American roots, i think Arpeggio would savour it because he likes to indulge in different cultures as a certified genius. kinda sophisticated like him, and just like his time in the game, short and sweet

number 2 is a cool remix of a childhood classic: blondie caramel Maxibon with the waffle. I've paired it with Rajan because the packaging is orange, duh but also because it has two different sides. the waffle is Rajan's regal facade, appealing to Westerners, whereas the ice cream bar side is rough and rocky just like the predator within

the Kinder Bueno ice cream is paired with Carmelita and takes the number one spot this summer. is this coupling based on personal bias? maybe! the flavours here are so nostalgic and reimagined into ice cream form perfectly. the cone and hardened chocolate on top form a tough exterior but inside the core is soft and rich, just like Carmelita herself. 10/10 masterpiece

[devastatinglygreen]

👋

Fave bridgerton scenes??

okay so. i was sick last week and forgot to answer this. i also left some questionable fic comments in my delirium so really i don't think i should be held responsible for anything i did and/or didn't do.

there's too many scenes i love tbh so i will just do s3/polin scenes. like, it's hurtful that they're keeping hyacinth contained, let my girl freeeeee so we can enjoy her chaos. an actual crime she and colin aren't ruling the world together.

i love when they laugh with each other

also when i was sick i had an amazing dream about a chicken sandwich and i woke up like colin after his dream so i get him on a deeper level now

tried to recreate the wedding dance with my dog. i think it went okay, actually

ohhh bitchy street fight. now okay, don't judge but horses freak me out so that shit ass horse messing things up for me? i am not surprised

actual nerds being so cute i can't

[merculuros]

i headcanon that satoru is into men who can actually kill him

[notbecauseofvictories]

also, I can't wait until I'm old enough to wander around Chicagoland with a Newberry Library tote bag, and a slightly squashed sandwich in aluminium foil.

I mean, I do that already, but still. Someday, young women will look at me (with my ebooks and my opera going) and think, "wow!!! I too could be self indulgent in the best way."

[thepowerofswayze]

hiiii can you please do #45 with ted or schlatt pls!

- 🩷 nat teddynivvy

HI NAT! i picked ted for this one bc i thought the pictures part of it would be cute. Also, i learned a month ago you're not supposed to shake polaroids?? not gonna stop me though

warnings & info: rpf, mentions of reader wearing lipstick & makeup

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Love Me Anyway, by Chappell Roan || Ted Nivison

Can we take more polaroids for you to hide?

☆

The sun through the window had been slowly waking you up for the past couple minutes, warming your cheeks as you sighed. Your eyes cracked open, barely adjusting before a bright flash went off behind you. A huffed laugh escaped you, and you rolled over with a knowing smile.

Ted lowered the polaroid camera from his eye, grinning back at you. His dark hair was a mess, framing him in a halo of bedhead. His eyes were still lidded with sleep as he put the camera down.

“What?” He asked, removing the photo once it had fully printed and placing it on the nightstand to develop. Even as he spoke, his voice was still raspy.

You shook your head, sitting up and stretching before you responded. “Creep.” You poked Ted in the cheek, then pointed to the nightstand. “You’re not even gonna shake it while it develops?”

He groaned, and you held back a giggle. You knew exactly what you were doing. “Babe.” He poked your arm, the dismay on his face comical. “You’re killin’ me.” He brought the camera back up to his face. “You can shake this one. Smile,” he said, giving you only a second before the flash went off once more.

Ted handed you the second picture, dramatically cringing when you started shaking it. When you laughed, his expression quickly melted into a smile.

You scooted closer to him. “Can we look at the others?” He nodded, reaching over to the nightstand and opening the drawer, the shift of the muscles in his back vaguely visible through the back of his fitted t-shirt. You bit your lip as you watched him move. When he turned back to you, there was a stack of polaroids in his hands.

He spread them out on the blanket over both of your legs, placing them so each was visible, though there was no particular order. A soft smile crept onto your face as you looked at each picture.

There was one from one of the first times you and Ted had hung out where you were grinning, throwing up a peace sign. There was another from a year or so ago that you’d actually taken- Ted, with his hair a mess similar to his bedhead, your hand cradling his cheek. His face was covered in lipstick kisses and his smile was dazed and stupid. Another was of the two of you in the bathroom mirror of your first apartment together, then a candid of you from a road trip you’d taken together. Somewhere in the photos, there was the follow up to that roadtrip picture- you’d realized what he’d done, and when you laughed, he took another.

Your shoulders pressed together as you two poured over them, sorting through memories and pointing out your favorites. An overwhelming majority were of you- you had plenty of pictures of Ted, but they were on your phone for the most part. Ted was the one with the physical cameras, and he used up rolls and rolls of film on you doing the most mundane things- you making two coffees in the morning, your face as you focused on getting your hair or makeup right, your serene expression as the sun warmed your cheeks.

Your hand found his and he intertwined your fingers, bringing them up to his lips briefly, sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. No matter how long you two were together, you’d never get over it.

The newest photos finished developing, and you added them to the pile- one of you turned away from the camera, side profile visible, not quite awake yet. The other was of you facing the camera with an off guard, lovesick grin, looking slightly past the lens and directly at Ted as he took the photo.

Ted held up the latter, grinning and pressing gently against you. “I think this one is my new favorite.”

You hummed, leaning over to press a kiss to his shoulder. “It’s almost like shaking them makes them better…”

“Oh my god.”

You laughed, looking back to the pile and picking out the one of a lipstick covered Ted. “This is still my favorite,” you said, handing it to him.

He nodded, collecting the other photos in a neat stack before placing your favorite at the top and putting them back in the nightstand. “It’s a pretty good one. We should recreate it right now. And tomorrow. Everyday, even.”

That made you snort. You shifted to straddle him, placing your arms around his neck. “You just want me to kiss you a bunch.”

Ted raised his eyebrows, a goofy grin plastered on his face. “Yeah. Is it working?”

You gave him a matching grin before leaning forward, peppering his face with kisses.

[eggtrolls]

I love when you find a very basic-looking recipe off a random blog and it not only works as written but completely whips ass. For all that I like to bake I have truly awful luck making bread but now my bread-making game has been hit with a Katie Ledecky level event