#it keep thing cold

[heyitsnyixie]

A good refrigerator should:

Keep things cold

Have a refrigeration compartment with an adjustable thermometer

Have a freezer compartment with an adjustable thermometer

Run for at least 10 years with little to no internal maintenance required

Have any small maintenance issues be fixable by the consumer

Have an ice maker to minimize plastic waste (from reusable ice trays)

Have at least two crispers

Have door storage space

Have an egg drawer

Have a butter compartment

A fancy refrigerator should, on top of the standard requirements:

Have an ice dispenser

Have a water purifier/dispenser

Have a temperature gauge

Run for at least 15 years with little to no internal maintenance

Anything else is fucking pretentious. Get the fuck out of my house.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Tis but a flesh wound!

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[artsekey]

[pampanope]

More Dadler and Graveson~

I got this hc that a lot happened around Phillip without him ever noticing 👀

But he’s probably gonna look back on all this shit with adultier sensibilities and have his mind blown away

[hinamie]

for @cherryys who (rightfully!) hcs lategame megumi as having a bunch of scars befitting his status as resident punching bag

[fear-no-mort]

favourite thing: his new habit of saying uhuh/mhm and also this

[novakiart]

you guys really liked the "peter steals wade's hoodie and just kinda forgets to give it back" thing huh

[kindlingkeen]

Resurrected post-lazarus pit Jason Todd is like the world’s angriest teenager and he makes it everyone’s problem. He says fuck you to anyone telling him to take his trauma laying down and starts blowing shit up instead. I just think it’s neat. It’s the catnip to my metaphorical cat and I’m going to keep rolling around in it until I’m so high I can’t see straight. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EDYN TIDESTRIDER, CHALLENGER OF THE UNDERSEA, RIVAL OF THE DEEP. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR BROTHER WAS CHOSEN TO BE A WEAPON OF THE GODS? HOW WILL YOU UNDO WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO HIM?

[iizuumi]

Get loved loser ♥

[skunkes]

[nekrosmos]

Price is cold, very cold, Nik helps him out (SFW) | AO3

The stiffness in Price’s fingers had settled in a long time ago, hands pinned firmly under his armpits while shifting his weight around, hoping to get some heat back in his extremities, without much success. Every exhale gave him a proper view of how cold it really was, making him miss the countless ops in middle eastern summers that made him sweat every last drop of water in his body and burnt his skin. 

Yet, there stood Nikolai, next to him, jacket opened, a cigarette in his hands, looking like this was just a slightly chilly evening. Unbelievable. 

“Fucking hell, Nik.”

This got the Russian to raise an eyebrow at him, his dark eyes glaring into Price’s briefly, before handing him the cigarette he had just lit up.

“Hmh? Want one?”

A short laugh escaped Price’s lips as he shook his head, teeth shuddering as he opened his mouth. 

“Nah. All I want is some fucking heat, Nik.” He grumbled, words barely audible between his trembling and the slight wind piercing through his bones. “You owe me dinner for this.”

This whole thing had been Nik’s idea. A weapon’s deal, probably just a regular work day for him, if Nik hadn't smelled something fishy about this one. On such a short notice, all he could do was ask John for help and backup, something the captain was happy to provide, despite the negative temperatures. He just wished the asshole they were waiting for would show up quicker so the two of them could get back to their van. 

It was Nik’s turn to chuckle softly, exhaling the smoke slowly as he did so. He took a step closer to Price and the captain immediately felt the heat radiating off of him, his bigger shape gently pressing itself against his, leaving what little heat John had left in his own body to gather at the tip of his ears, under his beanie. 

“Is the cold that bad ?” The Russian asked, a wider smile on his face as he let one of his hands wander to the back of John’s neck, gloved fingers toying with his scarf. 

A soft, barely audible swear word was all John was able to answer, his cheeks warming up as he felt the warm leather gloves press against the skin of his neck. His blue eyes darted around the alley the two were standing in, checking if anyone was around, a habit of his he found difficult to get rid of. Things were still pretty recent with Nik, and it didn’t matter how safe he felt around the man or how capable he knew the two of them to be at protecting themselves, there would still be apprehension whenever Nikolai touched him this way outside.

Another exhale, John’s lips quivering as he stared into Nikolai’s dark eyes, whole body shaking under several layers of clothes as his answer. 

“Give me your hands.” Nik simply added, placing his cigarette between his lips and opening both of his palms, waiting for John to oblige him. 

For a moment, John stared at him, a frown on his face as he tried to understand what his plan could be. Another gust of wind rushing through the alley and piercing through his body was enough to convince him, however, finally removing his hands from beneath his armpits and placing them inside of Nikolai’s. 

“Better not start making me dance a waltz or anything.” Price mumbled, his apprehensions still very much in the back of his mind.

“A good idea for later.” Nik teased in return. 

His smile couldn’t have been wider as he closed his fingers around John’s hands, pulling them closer until they were resting against Nik’s sides, under his jacket. It was like placing your hands directly on a heater, the warmth immediately spreading inside John’s fingers, almost painfully so for half a second, until it became enjoyable again. 

“Better?” Nik asked as he let go of John’s hands, letting them rest against his sides before grabbing his cigarette again and slowly letting the smoke out. 

“Yeah. Fuck, Nik.” 

The urge to push his entire body against Nik’s, let his arms wrap themselves around his bigger shape and let his head rest in the crook of his neck, taking in all of his familiar and comforting scent was strong, too strong. There were still outside, in the cold, waiting for this fucking arms dealer to show up and all Price could think about was how good it would be to be pinned under Nik’s weight, how warm he would feel in his arms, his hot breath hitting the back of his neck as Nik laid on top of him, hips against his, hearing him whisper the most salacious praises in his ears while he - 

“John. John ? They’re here.” 

“Bollocks.” 

Price’s hands quickly let go of Nik, moving to the inside of his jacket’s pockets instead, fingers resting against the pistol concealed in it as three figures approached them with heavy cases in their hands. 

…

As the heavy van door slammed next to him, Price let out a sigh of relief. The inside of the vehicle was definitely an improvement from the outside temperature. He sat in the passenger seat, watching Nik take his place as the driver, the Russian humming happily as he placed his keys against the dashboard. 

“That went pretty well, didn’t it?” He asked, his usual smile still on his face. 

“The bloke I shot in the foot after they tried to grab us wouldn’t agree with you.” 

“Da, but they were very reasonable after that.” 

The inside of the van was suddenly filled with the sound of joyful laughter as the two men leaned against each other, one of Nik’s big hands first resting against Price’s shoulder, only to move to his chin, raising it up slightly, enough that his lips could meet John’s. Fifteen minutes ago, Nikolai was holding an eastern European mobster in a tight headlock, ready to crack his skull open, a proud display of his strength and resolve, and now, he was tenderly kissing his love, smiling behind his lips as his fingers dig into John’s beard, gently brushing against his skin. John loved that about him. 

“Still cold?” His deep voice was like a reassuring embrace to Price. 

“It’s better than standing outside but yeah, I’m still fucking freezing.” 

Nikolai nodded, grabbing his keys and turning the engine on. 

“I know a good way to warm you up.” 

The shit eating grin on his face was enough of a clue for John to understand what he meant by that, his insides twisting in anticipation. 

“Dinner first. You owe me, Nik.” 

“Da, da. I’m a gentleman, after all.” 

“Huh-huh.” 

Another shared laugh echoed inside the vehicle as they took off. No matter how cold John was at the moment, he had no doubts in his mind that Nik would indeed find a way to warm him up tonight. 

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

When in doubt, Soup it out.

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[seagull-scribbles]

New Years Eve Party

[youwerethedefeated]

No one can convince me Kagehina aren't friends. They're SO silly together and they love teasing each other and they're always near each other. Whenever one of them is troubled by something, the other can always pick up on it, and always knows how to make things better. They haven't known each other all that long, but they just get each other on such a deep level.

"...Not just a friend, but also..." I take the wording here to mean Hinata does consider Kageyama his friend, although their relationship goes a level deeper. Because Hinata has lots of friends already - he's very good at befriending people wherever he goes - but Kageyama was his first partner.

Tldr; they're soulmates and I like to believe they're in love, but they also just... like each other. They enjoy each other's company. They're friends, period.

[kacievvbbbb]

This is so shanks coded to me. Like he just keeps losing people and he never learns how to deal with it. So much so that he becomes the abandoning parent. He literally knows nothing else all he has as a frame of reference is all the adult figures in his life leaving him and telling him it is for the best. So why exactly wouldn’t he believe that the best way to love someone is by letting go?

He does it to Luffy, he does it to Uta and in some ways he does it to Buggy and Mihawk too. Because he never just asks them to stay. He lets Buggy run out of his life even though it was pretty obvious that Buggy wanted Shanks to fight for this to take a stand a real one on a conviction for once and he…doesn’t, he just lets buggy leave.

And then he hitches his wagon to the most flighty (dude is literally a bird motif 😭) mother fucker he can find. he lets Mihawk wander in and out of his life as he pleases regardless of what is best for either of them. Because maybe Mihawk has nothing better to do 👀. Maybe he would say yes now if Shanks asks. but Shanks would rather die than ask, would cut off his other arm before he even attempted to “clip Mihawk’s wings”

And that’s like the truth of it. Shanks has been abandoned by every person that has ever loved him besides his crew and he knows they will never leave him. But Maybe he just wants someone to stay not because they call him captain.