#my little mine fridge....

[eyvahbae]

*giggles faintly*

[papa-evershed]

Rob James-Collier as Martin Evershed ACKLEY BRIDGE

[mosstrades]

Just. Thinking about that bit in season one where Ms. Casey looks straight at Mark S. and says "I forgive you". Just. Just thinking about it. and neither of them recognize each other. and. just. just. can you imagine. can you imagine. how do you think that felt for mark? it's impossible that no part of him, that his hidden memory, that his body, would have no reaction to Ms. Casey's, Gemma's, voice. and to be told "i forgive you" by the voice of your dead loved one, after two years of abject mourning— and you don't remember it, you don't remember the guilt, you don't remember the pain, but you feel it every single day without knowing what it is, and then you hear that, and it just— just. thinking about it.

[shiba-boyfriend]

kitty boxfort monday (with a kiss from paloma)

[balkanradfem]

Do you grow beans? They’re very nutritious.

I do! And I agree, they're a very needed source of protein and iron. I love eating them too!

[denzartriste]

Guess what i finally managed to do

Me and gladumf's ddvau ocs :) Alt under cut + my oc

Might talk a lot about this little guy in the future, am obsessed with him. Shaking my own oc in a jar and eating my own damn art

Btw some context to this drawing: The two people in the backgroud are Hotguy and Cuteguy, M (gladumf's oc) is a hotguy fan and Lake (my oc) is a Cuteguy fan :)

[claycoded]

Silly little sgraffito magnets I made with the scraps of a slab !

[h0estar]

NORAGAMI Chapter 104-2 Raw Thoughts

Disclaimer: Long ass wall of ALL-CAPS text. I literally typed this down after I read the chapter so there could be wrong interpretations here (100% affected by my feelings and stupidity bc i read the chapter and cried the moment Yukine appeared up till that last panel 🥲). Read at your own risk lmfao.

I AM TRTING TO PROCESS WHATWVER IS LEFT OF MY EMOTIONS. MY BABY, YUKINE IS BACK 😭 HE SAVED YATO I'M SOCBEJFJWJDKEKFKKED

NO BC THE LINE I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HEAR FROM YUKINE FOR SO LONG. I FINALLY GOT IT. "Reality is so much brighter" NO ONE TOUCH ME.

NO BC HE FINALLY REALIZED THAT EVEN THO HE IS DEAD IN THE REAL WORLD, YATO TELLING HIM TO LIVE AS A PERSON ALONG WITH THE LIFE HE HAS SHARED W YATO SO FAR HAS BEEN SO MUCH BRIGHTER 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH BRO THE WAY HE SAID ALL THAT AND THE WAY HE WAS SO OPEN W HIS FEELINGS AND EVEN IN HIS AYAKASHI FORM HE DIDNT MANAGE TO BLIGHT YATO EVEN THO HE WAS ANGRY BC HE WAS TRULY SORRY FOR WHAT HE DID AND I KNOW, I JUST KNOW I'M 1000% CERTAIN THAT YATO NO LONGER CARES ABT ANY OF THAT. HE COULDNT CARE LESS IF HIS BELOVED SHINKI BLIGHTED THE FUCK OUT OF HIM TO DEATH, HE'S JUST HAPPY AND RELIEVED THAT YUKINE CAME BACK TO HIM AND THEY'RE FINALLY RECONCILED AND REUNITED 😭😭😭😭

BRO I AM TOO 😭😭😭 I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS FIWJCKEKCIDID AND THE WAY YATO FUCKING TEARED UP AND REACHED OUT FOR YUKINE IN HIS BABY FORM PLS IT'S THE CUTEST THING EVER I AM SOBBING. I AM GONNA TAKE ALL THIS IN BEFORE THE TRIO REUNITES AND I DON'T WANT IT TO HAPPEN JUST YET FR BC I WANT TO CHERISH THIS MOMENT BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH UGH CJWJCKEKFJRNCNDJCJFKDKF GHERE WERE SM THINGS HAPPENING THIS CHAPTER ABT YUKINE THAT I JUST WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABT. HE SAID HE WAS ANGRY. HE DIDNT SAY SORRY BC HE WAS ANGRY. HE SAID SORRY BC OF WHAT HE DID BC OF HIS ANGER. AND THIS IS THE MESSAGE I ALWAYS LOVED ABT NORAGAMI. THE IMPORTANCE OF VALIDATING YOUR EMOTIONS AND COMMUNICATING THEM!!!

ABT HOW AT FIRST THE TWO OF THEM WERE WALKING ON EGG SHELLS AROUND EACH OTHER: YATO REFUSING TO TELL YUKINE SENSITIVE THINGS BC YATO WANTED TO PROTECT YUKINE AND DIDNT WANT HIM TO GET INVOLVED, AND THEN YUKINE TRYING SO HARD TO BECOME THIS PERFECT SHINKI BC HE DIDNT WANT TO STING YATO AND BECOME A DISGRACE AS A BLESSED VESSEL. BOTH DID SO W THE INTENTION OF NOT WANTING TO HURT THE OTHER AND LOOK WHAT THAT DID.

REFUSING TO ACKNOWLEDGE ISSUES AND COMMUNICATE IS THE #1 REASON FOR DOWNFALL IN ANY RELATIONSHIP AND NOW MY BABIES ARE FINALLY GRASPING THAT. THEY FINALLY KNOW HOW A RELATIONSHIP WORKS, FAMILIAL OR NOT AND THAT IS THROUGH COMMUNICATING!!! LISTENING TO EACH OTHER AND BEING THERE FOR EACH OTHER. TALKING, APOLOGIZING, AND RECONCILING. THIS HOLDS SM MORE SIGNIFICANCE WHEN YOU KNOW THAT THE TWO OF THEM ARE LITERALLY BOUND TOGETHER AS GOD AND SHINKI. BUT I LOVE THEM BC THEY LITERALLY DON'T THINK ABT THEIR STATUS AND YATO HAS ALWAYS TRIED SO HARD TO TREAT YUKINE LIKE HIS SON/BABY BROTHER. HE TREATS HIM THE WAY HARUKI'S FATHER SHOULD'VE TREATED HIM AND THE WAY YATO SHOULD'VE BEEN TREATED WHEN HE WAS A KID. IT'S JUST A PROCESS OF HEALING THEIR INNER CHILD FR 😭

THEY MAY BE LIKE FATHER AND SON BUT THEY ARE ALSO BROTHERS bonded by daddy issues and trauma. I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS MOMENT FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE. I'M GONNA HAVE THAT LAST PANEL FRAMED UP ONCE AGAIN BC THE WAY YUKINE APOLOGIZED AND YATO JUST HUGGING HIM ID JISNVKSKCKDKXKCKCKD

ANW THE IMPORTANT THING IS MY BOYS FINALLY RECONCILED AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS FR BC IT HAS BEEN SO LONG 😭 THE LONG AWAITED TALK, AND HUG QND WJFKSKDKKDKXX I'M SO HAPPY

ALSO NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO CALL MY BABY AN UGLY DOG. I JUST SAW ONE ON REDDIT AND I'M THROWING HANDS FR

[cornflowershade]

that feeling when you cry on the floor hugging year old frozen chicken

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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[muirmarie]

listen I'm not a math expert but

42.49 + 42.49 = 84.98

and, unless things have changed drastically in mathematics recently,

94.46 > 84.98

so.

This is some real bullshit, is what I'm saying.

[racingmiku2018]

gghhhgbhf

[ultimatespinning]

NOOOOOO COME BACK JANUARY

every day I wake up and it’s fucking january

[scolek]

ive been getting such poor nutrition these past few weeks because the situation has made it. basically impossible to exist anywhere outside of my room. the fridge is packed the kitchen is occupied the living room is loud loud loud loud loud f*x n**s,

[hotroadkill]

today 2 years ago i was in america and i had the worst hangover of my life and i was in a waffle house with my friend in awkward silence bc we’d fought in a stranger’s kitchen the night before and the server refilled my water for the 5th time while i fought to swallow half a forkful of hashbrowns and she said “i know that look, y’all had a good time at the superbowl last night” and i was thinking actually we had a mediocre time at a nerd bar where u throw darts and all the drinks r named weird things and anyway my friend gives the fakest laugh ive ever heard followed by “yep we sure did” like are we in a CW show right now what was that line delivery and also what even is the superbowl i was born here and should know but honestly i’ve always just pictured everyone gathering at a comically large bowl of cereal but her nametag says leslie and she’s really nice and she’s refilling my water for the 6th time so yeah sure whatever i’m a red blooded american i’ll be anything for leslie in this moment anything and she tells us stories about working at bars downtown and my friend tells me bad jokes and i feel a little better even though my heart is kind of withering away because my flight is in 17 hours and theres not enough time never enough time i won’t see him for another year and a half and i won’t ever see leslie again and if i ever run into the italian stranger who fell in love with me over darts then it won’t be the same because we won’t be dancing and i’m sitting in a waffle house while the sun sets and i’m sweating gin and tequila and my flight is in 16 hours and i have so many goodbyes to say in this

city because when i was fifteen somebody threw my glass heart onto the floor of my childhood house and bits of it shattered everywhere and fell into the cracks of the floorboards and behind the fridge and i’ll never ever get them out much less back together but i feel like ive been trying for eight years all the same and my flight is in 15 hours but maybe if my friend brings me home now i can spend three of those looking for more shards even though i’ll cut my hand because time never wore down any of the hurt because time might heal wounds but it cant really do jack shit about a metaphysical glass shard its still gonna make me bleed and my friend brings me home and we curl up beside each other in my childhood bedroom thats too small for us it was really a supply room but it became my bedroom when i was eleven and i painted it blue and put up stickers of fish and never took them down but someone someday will take them down and hopefully the house burns to the ground before anyone can touch them theyre mine i grew up here theyre mine dont touch them dont please dont please please please i grew up here and my flight is in 12 hours now because i fell asleep beside my friend and he let me because he knew i needed it he kept watch even though we dont have time we never do because he has to go now and all i can give him is a hug and my hoodie to keep safe until i can see him again and fight him in a stranger’s kitchen again and the sun is gone now and i go and i sit with my dad and my flight is in 10 hours and im trying

not to cry im trying to stare at the stickers because maybe if i look at all of it hard enough i’ll get to stay but i dont because thats not how it works and now my flight is in 4 hours because i fell asleep in my childhood loft bed and now i have to leave i have to pack up and go for the fifth time and it never never gets easier and i know i only have a few more trips left until someone takes my stickers down and paints over my ocean but for now my best friend’s stepmother comes with me and my dad to the airport because my best friend is in college two states away and my flight is in 3 hours and i cry i cry so much and she cries too because she loves me and i think it is such a beautiful blessed thing that i am so loved but oh it is so painful too because i spend more time in its absence than its presence and my flight is in 2 hours and i have to go and my dad is waving goodbye and i see it because i looked back because im stupid i always look back i never look forward i’m forever walking blind through my life because i’m looking back and i can tell my dad is crying and now i have to go through TSA sobbing and it’s awkward because they ask are you okay kid and im not but i cant tell them sorry its just that when i was fifteen somebody threw my glass heart onto the floor of my childhood house and bits of it shattered everywhere and fell into the cracks of the floorboards and behind the fridge and i’ll never ever get them out i cant tell them that so i nod yes im okay and i go and my flight is in 1 hour and i hope it fucking crashes and my flight is in the air and im so far away from all those shards on the kitchen floor now but they’re hurting me all the same and i think i look kind of insane sobbing in the middle seat but how can i miss so many people and so many rooms at once and not lose my mind a little bit? i was going to tell you a short witty little joke about the time i realized i was 21 and didnt know what the superbowl was but i think i slipped on a shard. i’m sorry. maybe next time i’ll get it right. maybe in another two years. maybe you’ll never see me again. maybe this is all the time we had.

[h0neyfreak]

My next miniature is gonna be a mini kitchen also in 1:24 scale and I spent all evening evils tiny fridge from polymer clay only to realize the white I used on the inside was actually glow in the dark.