#kitchen duty

[colby-jac-cheese]

My boss: OK what music should be have today? *looks straight at me*

Me immediately: you don't want to ask me that, my first thought is musicals

Him: you're right, I don't wanna ask you. I hate musicals. We'll do rock. . . Maybe some Heathers and beetlejuice.

Me: :D can we have starkid? :D

Him: I don't know that one so no.

Also him 5 seconds later: . . . Meant to be yours . . . Here *hands me his phone* pick your favorite beetlejuice song

[stellarpurplecollar]

Journal: Cheese Louise and Butter Fingers...

When you are on a bipolar manic, making grilled cheese sandwiches is a sort of forced meditation. You have to keep the heat to get the cook just right, you can't leave or really do anything else withou risking distraction and buring dinner. So you have to wait --sweat it out at the stove top-- at least in my case because we have one working air conditioner and it isn't in the front rooms. Nope, we have to tuck ourselves away in the bedroom during the day. Sans air conditioning means the near total shut down of the house; no television, barely any lights, and only the cats dumb enough to hang out in the heat as my only conversational companions. And this heat? I am from the San Antonio, Texas area. Today (7/12/2023) we hit 104 degrees, feeling like 112 degrees.

Stillness. So as not to lose focus on the food. Sweat--to keep my pores clean. Butter--to clog my pores again. Too hot to leave the house. Too dark this late at night to leave the house in case I run into trouble on the road... and with nowhere to go since nearly everything closes at nine or ten.

I am left with only an oven door and my imagination; pretending to hold on to the cheap seat bar of a roller coaster car. And I am terrified of roller coasters. Yet, I am believable enough to convinve myself my seat rattles and my ears are deaf with the hollaring winds of motion and the shrieks of the poor sap in front of me. Until the door creaks and someone walks in, breaking the sad excuse of a spell.

I tried using the dishwasher door handle, but opening it up on an incline was a bitch. The oven opens up much easier, especially on the jerky turns.

A whole lot of love and a whole loaf of bread; I get stuck with an odd number of sandwiches. How upsetting. One lightbulb and the ventilator hood light over the stove top... Looking around in this hazy-lit mess of a kitchen, I involuntarily assign myself up for kitchen duty tomorrow morning. In this sad lighting, my gc's look awesome. Let's see what comes to light.

Enjoy your dinner, Tumblr.

With a cheezy grin,

She Who Is Collared

[wombywoo]

civvies

[troncelliti]

[phatfunkjazz]

Which one of us gets to wash the dishes today?

[amustikas]

stay frosty, and safe, this holiday season y’all o7

[temeyes]

redrew an [old Ghost sketch] (cuz im wearing the same sweater rn lol!!)

[eiraeths]

fuckboy soap and ghost meeting on a hookup dating app and ghost invites him over being like “you wanna bake cookies?” soap heading over thinking its an innuendo of some sort but no. ghost just wanted to bake cookies with someone.

[cod-dump]

*141 visiting Shadow Companies base*

Graves: *chilling in his office*

Price: Phil, I need- … Is that your book shelf?

Graves: yep

Price: Why… how are you organizing it??

Graves: I just shove the books wherever

Price:

Graves: You good-?

Price: YOU DON’T LIVE LIKE THIS DO YOU??

Graves:

Graves: Noooo-

[brewed-pangolin]

Soap MacTavish.

Coming into the living room freshly showered, still glistening in nothing but those sexy grey sweatpants hanging so perfectly on his slutty waist.

Walking like a boss straight to the freezer to grab a carton of ice cream, muttering he got 'too hot n'th shower, need to cool off' while he shovels a spoonful into his mouth.

And you just sit on your couch. Dumbfounded.

Wondering how the fuck the majestic masterpiece that is John 'Soap' MacTavish somehow ended up in your life, half naked and eating ice cream straight from the carton in your kitchen like the Scottish king he knows he is.

[heich0e]

atsumu's kids would be the type to call their mom by their name rather than title bc of atsumu

i personally am on the other side of this argument and am of the belief that atsumu's kids don't know their mother even HAS a government name because he strikes me as the type of guy to refer to his wife nearly exclusively as mama or ma after the babies are born (at least in their presence)

[colby-jac-cheese]

Me: *hauls ass after camp crew orientation to make it to kp on time*

Boss: >:( weren't you supposed to be at the camp thing?

Me *hyperventilating*: yeah, I got all the important parts-

Him cutting me off: did you run here?!

Me: *nodding* gave myself an asthma attack

Him: you stupid mo-

[wombywoo]

boyzzzzz 👦💥

[auspicioustidings]

Soap is one of those guys who brings you home and says 'Alexa, we have visitors' because he painstakingly built a command chain and got all the smart stuff for it to dim the lights, put on the fire, play sultry music and pour two glasses of wine.

[wordstome]

"how starved are you for könig content" i'm watching therussianbadger's mw2 video. that's how pathetically down bad i am for a man with a t-shirt over his head. pass the goddamn porn

[exmotraumatime]

it is the saddest thing in the world to watch what is CLEARLY a baby lesbian/queer get indoctrinated into a homophobic religion