#i need this on a mug or something

[crosshatchedaces]

He wasn’t expecting a retirement but he’s enjoying it

[leosulfurous]

Hi underpantsposters

I thought this would be funny

[alpacacare-archive]

(tags by @ourselvers​ on this post)

you'd think right? but the truth of the matter is that this man operates like this

[jun-hyungs]

stop working ffs

[midnightfire830]

Cute IM headcanon

Dish children sleep with their hands near or covering their heads in an attempt to “protect” their most vulnerable spot. (Cupbros still do this??? I dunno??????)

Also, my little sister use to grip and tug on her ear when she was a baby so I like the idea that dish children do that too lol.

If cup stays really, really still outside, like in a park, oftentimes he’ll end up with a bunch of birds decidedly perching on him or near him. And he honestly doesn’t mind it. Used to keep bird seed in his pockets

Cuphead used to keep a bag of candies (usually hard candy, suckers, mints, or sour candy) in a pocket in his coat whenever he got hungry or just wanted something sweet. He stopped bc they’d accidentally melt/got too sticky/ someone while patting him down (for something) found it and teased him about it.

Mugman seems like that one kid who would eat whole lemons and limes, pulp, peel and all

Anyways enjoy. I’m working on art and stuff so ig stay tuned?

[sygiandepths]

Objectified shop site not letting my purchase go through

[localwarlockunion]

remembering my old ceramics teacher who would sometimes bake fresh cinnamon rolls in the kiln for the morning class

[griseldabanks]

Comfyvember 4

Story: clone sister story (original) Prompts: Bed rest — Mug of tea — Soft music

The door creaked open just as Lily's playlist hit “Into the West.” Sticking her bookmark into Eight Cousins and setting it aside, Lily reached over and turned down the volume on her phone until all that could be heard was a faint breathy voice singing, “Sleep now, dream of the ones who came before....”

Moving slowly and with painstaking care, Ivy eased into the room, carrying a tray with a mug of something steaming hot and a whole package of Oreos. The little girl stared unblinking at the liquid in the mug, as if willing it not to spill as she carried it over to the bedside table.

Lily shifted her phone, water glass, and various bottles of pain meds out of the way so Ivy could place the mug of...tea, Lily thought. It was the black one with the Christmas lights that appeared when it got hot, so she couldn't tell what color the drink was, but she would have smelled coffee or hot chocolate. And you know me better than that anyway, she thought.

Ivy looked around uncertainly for a place to put the Oreos, but Lily held out her hand with a smile. “Thanks. That's just what I needed right now.”

After handing over the Oreos, Ivy hugged the tray to her chest, staring down at her feet. She looked like she wanted to say something; she even opened her mouth a couple times, then closed it again in defeat.

Lily felt awkward too, fiddling with the crinkled corner of the Oreo package. The two of them hadn't really talked since the...accident. That wasn't really the right word for it, but she didn't know what to call it instead. Ivy had been around in the hospital, and had helped out when she could at home, but their parents were usually around too.

The last thing Lily had said to her little sister one-on-one was “Don't be stupid.” She wasn't sure how to act normally after that.

Finally, Ivy just whispered, “Sorry,” and scurried back to the door.

“Ivy, wait!”

Though she half-expected Ivy to keep going, she actually hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. She peeked over her shoulder through long strands of blonde hair, and Lily realized she wasn't wearing her usual pigtails. She hadn't since the accident.

She looked even more like Rose than usual. Not like five-year-old Rose, but like Rose had at the end. Lily wondered if Ivy were doing it on purpose.

With a hesitant smile, Lily said, “I can't eat all these cookies myself, you know.”

Ivy ducked her head, letting her hair swing forward. “I am sorry. I will go to the kitchen and find a more suitable snack—“

“No, silly,” Lily said, rolling her eyes. But for once, Ivy's quirks were endearing rather than annoying. “I mean I want you to stay and eat them with me.”

Ivy's head snapped up, staring at Lily with wide eyes filled with wonder and joy, like she'd never dreamed of something as wonderful as the prospect of eating a cookie with her sister. The intensity of the emotion sent a pang of guilt through Lily's heart. She really hadn't been a good sister lately, had she?

Slowly, as if she could hardly believe it, Ivy closed the door and walked back over to Lily's bed, setting the tray down on the floor. Lily carefully scooted closer to the wall and patted the bedspread next to her. “Here, come join me.”

Gingerly, Ivy clambered up onto the bed, obvious from her movements that she was trying not to jostle any of Lily's injuries. She perched precariously on the very edge of the mattress, until Lily wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close against her side. Ivy sat very still, her round cheek resting in the space between Lily's shoulder and collarbone. Lily wasn't sure if she were afraid of hurting Lily, or just listening to her breathing or something.

Lily didn't speak any words of apology or forgiveness. Those words probably needed to be said at some point, along with things like you're just as much my sister as Rose ever was and you don't have to try to be anyone other than who you are. But for now, she just peeled back the flap on top of the Oreo package and let Ivy take the first one.

As they munched on the cookies in silence, Lily realized that the playlist on her phone had circled back around to the beginning, and the jaunty tones of “Concerning Hobbits�� was now softly filling the air. She brushed a few crumbs off the cover of Eight Cousins, then noticed Ivy's gaze was directed to the picture on the front of two girls sitting and reading together. One with dark hair, one with blonde. And the blonde girl's name was Rose.

“You probably haven't read this book, have you?” Lily asked quietly.

Ivy shook her head. “Mother only reads me picture books. This does not look like a picture book.”

“No, it's not. But it was one of Rose's favorites. I find it comforting to read sometimes.”

Strange. It didn't hurt to say Rose's name now, not even when Ivy looked up at her with Rose's eyes, Rose's face...and yet not. Because Lily could see now that it was Ivy looking up at her with those eyes. Just Ivy.

Lily smiled down at her baby sister. “Would you like me to read it to you?”

Ivy snuggled even closer and whispered, “Yes, please.”

With her arm still around Ivy's shoulders, Lily opened the book and flipped back to the beginning, ignoring her bookmark in the middle of the birthday party. She thumbed through well-worn pages until she got to the first chapter, titled “Two Girls.”

“Rose sat all alone in the big best parlor, with her little handkerchief laid ready to catch the first tear, for she was thinking of her troubles, and a shower was expected.”

[andrewknightley]

da4 is making miss inquisition and i dont even think inquisition is good

[itstimetodrew]

Seller cancelled my order for a little vial of green Oscorp goop…now I’ll never be his goblin queen…😔💔

[bumblingbabooshka]

write to me

[tothechaos]

there are always a few habits that youll have that youre unsure if they are things you do because youre autistic or if you do them because youre just a little weird (unrelated to the autism)

[todaysromano]

08.21.2024

Today, Romano watched a beautiful sunset.

Arab.com link

[beevean]

the hallmark of Peak Fiction is shoehorning a very serious conversation about a very serious past conflict in an unrelated scene, in the form of snarky banter played for laughs, so that the writer can pretend they listen to audience feedback, while not needing to fully think of addressing the issue and fully sweeping it under the rug because it would be inconvenient to paint the involved characters as dumbasses/vile. Bonus points if it literally goes nowhere and it can be removed from the scene without affecting the flow of the dialogue.

And if it makes me want to eat my own bones because I feel the urge to beat the involved characters to death with a nailed bat, that's just a plus :)

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

It's wishlist sharing season, so here's mine. I use Throne because I can add things from other websites and not use Amazon as the the only option. If you're a creator, consider setting up a wishlist.

I have mostly quilt supplies on mine, but there's also tea, teacup/mugs (I collect them), watercolor paint (because mine were in tubes and solidified, making them useless), clothes, some food, books, and some fairly random items, and a new game console. That last item is a pipe dream, but it would make me sooooooooo happy.

The budget ranges from $7 USD to just over $500 USD.

In order of preference for what I would like most:

XBox Series X

Teacups/Mugs

Watercolor Paints

Books (not including quilt books)

Fabric

Thread

Clothes

Quilt Books

Food

Throne takes care of the mailing address and all that other stuff. If you happen to have my mailing address and want to send me something not on the list, go right ahead.

If y'all would rather give me money, I strongly suggest doing so by way of a purchase from my shop. You get something, be it a digital download or a quilt (I make them as small as 1.5x1.5 inches and up to queen size), I get money, and I free up precious space for new things.

Thank you!

[allbeendonebefore]

playoffs fever has got me checking the game schedule before i get dressed in the morning this is wild i don't even have tv