#juice what the hell

[yum3mite]

"its funny that jay's dad is named "jay" "son" despite him being jay's father instead of her son... in riptide episode 116 it'll be revealed that jayson ferin is actually jay's son trust"

-@juice-ity 2025

[shhhhimwatchingthis]

just started the X-Files after years of Pop Culture osmosis, parody, references and memes

But holy shit did none of you prepare me for the pathetic wet cat rizz of Fox Mulder. Puppy dog eyes every other scene. He loses every stand off with every other government agent, military op, co-worker he bumps into. Sassy little quips in between getting his ass kicked and the puppy dog eyes. he's deeply traumatized. he has no social life. he never knows whats going on. he's one of the smartest people in any room he's in and knows more than most what's going on.

This guy is just sopping wet vibes, desperate need to believe, and love for Scully. Character of all time.

[star-lights-up]

i was rewatching the first class mutant-finding montage

and i noticed

he's chewing something in this shot???

sir. what are you doing. 🤨

more importantly what snacks are you eating on this road trip.

Erik with a bag of potato chips. in prison. adopting alex. with his husband. what a vibe.

(charles is judging him.)

[sunburstsandmoonshadows]

Stanley and Sixer!

Sent to Gravity Falls to live with a great aunt they barely know with no warning, the twins have… slightly different reactions. Stanley is not at all impressed with the idea of kicking it around some backwater town for a summer when they could've been working on the Stan o' War. Stanford is also put-out, but is optimistic about finding fun in documenting interesting things in the woods. Their attitudes pick up even more when they discover a spellbook lost in the woods that teaches them that Gravity Falls is full of weirdness and adventure. They both want to discover the two Authors of the spellbook, though each has a secret favorite author they want to meet in particular.

Stanley: With his brash yet suspicious personality, he finds his fun in looking for monsters in the woods with the hopes of beating them up and making a name for himself--a stance the creatures of Gravity Falls don't appreciate much. He feels a growing distance between himself and Stanford and has no idea what to do with it or how to talk to his twin about it, so he masks it with bravado and charm. He constantly thinks of ways to make himself important and interesting, which often blow up in his face. Thinks he's cooler than he really is.

Stanford, aka Sixer: Once he realized that Gravity Falls is a town full of weirdness, Stanford was thrilled by the thought that it might be a blessing in disguise, a place to finally branch out and make friends who won't run once they see his hands. He really, really wants to make friends with anomalies, like one of the sirens that supposedly live in the lake or the boy who claims to be a psychic. This goal combined with his trusting nature might lead him down dangerous paths. At least he has Stanley to help him! Though lately it feels like Stanley has been less honest and more clingy than usual, and it's starting to grate on him...

While Dipper and Ford are paralleled in the show, I feel like Ford as a child would have an attitude that parallels Canon Mabel's better in terms of inciting the plot. They're both enthusiastic to the point of being Too Much, intense, and often convinced they're right above what others think, and I just feel like him having a quest to find friends takes the place of Mabel's quest for a boyfriend very well. Meanwhile this Stanley has the skeptical but investigative attitude of Canon Dipper, and I could see him being the type to want to prove himself a la Dipper vs Manliness, provoking people he really shouldn't provoke in the name of showing who he can be.

[lovldr]

[dipperscavern]

Lord dippy!! Congrats on 1k they're soooo well deserved <3 you're ensuring the safety and well-being of your people (stark men's wives) and keeping us warm and well-fed (writing tons of amazing stuff), without you we'd never manage to survive trough the unforgiving long winter (the lack of good fanfics & blurbs)...anyways :3 may I humbly ask for an angst/comfort blurb with Jon?? In my mind he never left Winterfell and was forever happy with his alive siblings and he never had to feel like a bastard outsider. he didn't deserve all dat

hi baby!! this was so sweet omg thank you so much :( i hope you enjoy <3 (spoiler alert i got carried away) (as per usual)

jon snow x gn!reader

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jon winces, a small noise emitting from his throat as pain seeps up his torso.

his cuts run deep; they’ll scar, melisandre says, but stannis’ closest thing to a maester insists on jon using a paste and bandages to allow them to heal. the paste certainly helps, but it still aggravates the skin when applied — no matter how soothing it was crafted to be.

the process is dreadful. it took minutes of him staring at the marks where he knows his blood left him, hesitation clawing up his throat before he worked up the ability to even begin. the open wounds have scabbed over, allowing the paste to coat them, but to jon, it doesn’t make the sight any prettier. he thinks the marred flesh a grisly spectacle.

memory of his fathers words echo in the back of his mind. lord eddard stark always appreciated scars on a man, saying it not only told a story, but spoke of how they survived it. a sick part of jon wishes there was no story of survival to tell.

a sharp intake of air passes through his lips as his hands shake, making his movements sloppy — accidentally pressing on the sensitive area more than he wished. he remembers when arrows pierced his skin, having a similar maintenance process as this; only these daggers wound unseen layers.

a knock on the door brings him out of his thoughts. it’s soft, tentative. he knows who it is before your honeyed voice rings from behind it. “Jon?”

he hums in question. “Can I come in?”

a second passes, a brief thought of covering himself enters his mind — a flash of insecurity pooling in his gut. it’s you, he reasons. but a different voice raises the question, would you reject the ugly parts of him?

his eyes flicker to his abdomen, another part of him now unworthy.

against his own better judgement, he hums in approval. he doesn’t turn to face you as the door opens; that small, aching part of him always wins one way or another.

he hears you turn the lock after you come in. he pretends not to know it’s because you realize he’s compromised, and you’re the only person he’d let see him like this. if he acknowledges it in full, he doubts his ability to keep his breathing steady — and these days his hands shake enough already.

another thumb-smooth of paste over a gash, another sharp ache. he grits his teeth in effort to conceal any noises that threaten to escape him. not in your company, not now. the atmosphere since his prominent death and return is tense as is.

unfortunately for him, you’re far too attentive to let it go unnoticed. a small turn of his head, and he sees your look of worry; the way your fingers grasp one another, no doubt in attempt to keep your qualms to yourself. it doesn’t work, it never has. not when it comes to jon, anyway.

“Jon, please let me help you.” a plea, a whisper of comfort you wish to offer him in the form of your saccharine hands. even as children, you insisted on bandaging his small cuts. putting cream on his bruises, dutifully checking on them until healed.

he stills. his voice a low, quiet rasp. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” your voice comes closer, and he feels you enter his space. what he wouldn’t give to make sure you never leave. “I want to. Can I?”

your hand wraps around his bicep, thumb moving slowly across his skin. a small, soothing touch that sends a warm feeling crawling up his spine. he’s lucky you don’t face him now, as you’d see the way his lashes have fluttered shut. such a seemingly simple thing you give him, and it makes his breath hitch all the same.

it doesn’t take much lately to set his emotions in disarray, and your touch is the only thing that helps. you seem to know this too, for your hands seek him now more than ever — and he would be a liar if he said he doesn’t cling to the respite you bring him like a lifeline.

his agreeance is nearly unheard, a small murmur accompanied by an even smaller nod. jon’s always had a hard time accepting help, especially it in the form of gentle touches and kind words; the kind he thinks himself undeserving of.

but you know jon. you know what he needs, even if he can’t bring himself to ask for it.

you press a small kiss to his bare shoulder, moving to stand in front of him. goosebumps trail his body at the feeling of your lips, and he bites back the want to close his eyes. he wants to savor the feeling, but he cherishes the moments gets to admire you even more.

your brows pinch ever so lightly when you see his abdomen, even with some of the severed skin already covered in paste. though you take the bowl harboring the medicine, a pang of embarrassment courses through him at your disdain. when your fingers reach to make contact, he expects pain, but none ever comes.

you touch him with a gentleness thats featherlight, and he subconsciously relaxes under your fingertips. he feels like his senses are on overdrive, feeling every touch, every breath. every unspoken word communicated through your treatment of him.

the silence is comforting, even as you frown. all of jon’s attention is on you, so much so that he doesn’t even feel the usual dull ache of torn skin healing itself. even so, you can’t seem to help yourself.

you whisper an apology, a hesitant confession. one that jon is caught off guard by. he almost doesn’t know what you mean, until he tears his gaze away from your expression enough to notice yours is trapped on the place where four daggers took his life. something clicks into place for him.

he stops your hand, his own wrapping around your wrist. not harshly, jon never is. “Hey,” he says. your eyes meet his. “You didn’t do this.”

though not directly said aloud, you know his true meaning. he doesn’t like when you apologize for things that aren’t your fault. even in his current state, he’s ever quick to reassure. “Y’ hear me?”

you nod, and while it’s not enough to remove the pity from your gaze, you don’t have that guilty look in your eye — like you did something wrong. jon knows you carry his death on your shoulders, even when the weight isn’t yours to bear.

he brings your wrist to his lips, kissing it before allowing you to continue. he can see the ghost of a smile grace your lips, and that’s enough for him.

minutes pass like that; you, tending to his wounds with the touch of embodied delicacy, and him, soaking up every piece of you he can. jons content to spend a lifetime in this very moment.

his wish isn’t granted, and soon, he’s reaching for fresh bandages. deja-vu of the arrows shot by a red archer lingers in the back of his mind, but the back is where it stays, as you’re forefront. always.

when he’s finished wrapping the white material, he turns to face you. “You don’t have to do that. Again.”

“Do you not want me to?” you’re sincere in your asking, and he knows you wouldn’t if he asked you not to — but he doesn’t, and his silence is telling.

you can’t help the small smile at his lack of words, and when you smile, jon can’t help but follow suit. mere days from being released from the strangers clutches, and you have him smiling. you’re a godsend. angelic. he’d tell you so if he could ever find the words.

but you’ve never relied on things only spoken. you step forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek and wrapping your arms around him; careful to avoid your torso touching his. jon’s appreciative of your effort, but he’s less hesitant, pulling you flush to him regardless. his head finds the crook of your shoulder, and he has no intent on letting you go anytime soon — unless there’s another knock on the door.

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[candyheartedchy]

It’s been 4 days since I drew any of my self ships.

[angel-dustspo]

I hope 2025 will be the year that you finally begin to truly love yourself. The real you, the one you see in the mirror, the one who wakes up everyday and shows up for herself, no matter how tough life gets and how bad you want to quit everything, the one who carried you through all that happened, all the good and all the bad too.

I hope you will become so in love with youself, so much more happier and confident in your own skin. I hope you will truly unlock your full potential and that you will make peace with yourself. I hope that you heal what has been broken and continue your growth journey, transforming into a better and happier person with every day that passes.

I hope you will finally begin to understand just how beautiful you are. I hope you realise how gorgeous your eyes are. You should know that your nose is the perfect shape and size. Your smile lights up the entire room. Your face shape is beautiful just the way it is. Your arms are capable of carrying your groceries, writing down your thoughts or petting your cat. Your legs are strong and can take you in any place you would like. Your body is the one that supports you everyday and you should love it for that. There is no thing such as a perfect weight, that will make you look like a goddess and instantly get rid of all your problems in life. The key to happiness is loving yourself, just the way you are.

You are beautiful, even if you don't fit the exagerated and unachievable beauty standards that you see online.

You are beautiful, even if you are not happy with yourself.

You are beautiful, even if nobody compliments you or asks you out.

You are beautiful, even if you or ANYBODY ELSE thinks otherwise.

You are beautiful, no matter what happens or what you do, and you are enough.

The ONLY ONE on this entire goddamn planet who can help you and make you fix what's wrong and become happy and at peace with yourself is YOU. Nobody will come and make you understand that if you are unwilling to accept any help, either from others or from your own self. Make more compliments to your friends, read a self help book, listen to a motivating podcast, watch inspiring youtube videos, affirm or manifest recovery, and in the end lie to yourself, tell yourself everyday just how beautiful you are, how happy and pleased you are with your own reflection and how worthy you truly are, and do anything in your power to get out of that bad mental state and love the person that you are.

Stop trying to change the way you look like just to fit into the mold that society has created and idolised. Change yourself for you, because you want to be happy and you want to become your best version, and not for anybody else in the world. Love yourself the way you are. Accept who you are as a person and begin your growth journey. You are worthy and I hope you will come to realise it once with the new year that is coming.

[segretecose]

we must overthrow the culture of corruption that makes it somehow okay for 200 ml of fruit juice in a glass bottle to be sold for €2,50 if not €3,00 in cafés.

[miramemo]

mood board for tmrw <3

all photos from pinterest 🧸

[yum3mite]

@juice-ity is a bug confirmed

[lululeighsworld]

okay wait i got another post in me about the gala scene (yeah, im still not over it.)

also this might just be an excuse to drool over more frames from this jaw dropping moment

so the one thing about this that absolutely wallops me is just how quickly rogneto's dance escalates into. well. more than just a dance (you know if i were there i'd be fucking hooting and hollering until my lungs burst. GET YOUR OLD MAN GIRL.)

LIKE. it starts off soooo polite. magneto's hand is at rogue's waist. they're ballroom dancing, with the hands in the usual positions. VERY RESPECTFUL. they even do a lil spin!

uh. but then they--

THEN THEY--

OLD MAN WHERE IS YOUR TONGUE GOING--

for real though I'm kind in love with?? how rogue seems to take the lead in this entire sequence?? she's the one that invites magneto to dance. she offers her hand to him first (much in the same way that happens in episode 2). he follows her as they rise further into the air and acts every bit the gentleman until she encourages him to take it further. and then of course when he sees the green light the shirt buttons come undone, he's pulling out allllllllllllll the moves he's probably thought about for years now.

anyways. I'm so normal over this scene. thank you x-men '97 for blessing me with a new fave comfort ship and media.

[doctor-octiddius]

Another day, another slay Sid sketch

(Malik from Spy(ies) you will always be my favourite... sigh...)

[marionmabelle]

america runs on dunkin’ and i run on paranoia and apple juice

[maeranyy]

Best women's perfumes ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Floral ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

Chanel No. 5 (Chanel): A timeless classic with a mix of floral and aldehydic notes.

Dior J'adore (Dior): A luminous floral fragrance with jasmine, ylang-ylang, and rose.

Gucci Bloom (Gucci): A rich white floral scent featuring tuberose and jasmine

Woody ₊˚⊹⋆˙˚˖ ࣪☆.°*

Santal 33 (Le Labo): A unisex woody fragrance with sandalwood, cardamom, and leather.

Narciso Rodriguez for Her (Narciso Rodriguez): A musky floral-woody blend that's soft and sensual.

Sweet and Gourmand✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

La Vie Est Belle (Lancôme): Sweet and warm with notes of vanilla, praline, and iris.

Black Opium (Yves Saint Laurent): A bold blend of coffee, vanilla, and jasmine.

Fresh and Citrusy ₊˚⊹⋆˙˚˖ ࣪☆.°*

Light Blue (Dolce & Gabbana): A fresh, citrusy fragrance with Sicilian lemon and cedarwood.

Acqua di Gioia (Giorgio Armani): A refreshing aquatic scent with mint, lemon, and jasmine.

Spicy and Oriental ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

Coco Mademoiselle (Chanel): A sophisticated oriental fragrance with patchouli and citrus.

Opium (Yves Saint Laurent): A deep and exotic scent with spices, amber, and myrrh.

Niche Luxury⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Baccarat Rouge 540 (Maison Francis Kurkdjian): A luxurious, unique scent with notes of ambergris, saffron, and cedarwood.

Delina (Parfums de Marly): A feminine and elegant floral with lychee, rhubarb, and rose.

From an angel who is called maera ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[thisispoggers]

Rookie Season could have done some things a little differently but all in all I need me more lore cuz it was getting interesting