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*chefs kiss*
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#this one#like this is my type right here#could eat him up for breakfast lunch dinner dessert and all my mid-day snacks#joe keery#djo keery#djo
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sometimes its very important to imagine her wearing the kind of slop that i wear irl. its her pjs
#my art#doodles#oc: shadow#she does seem like the type of person to put on really complex fancy outfits for like#a really quick trip to the store or somthing though lol#her and riptide going to get a couple snacks really quick and shadow appears in like#the coolest out fit for no reason. like we are going to be there for 5 minutes girl#and riptides wearing like shorts + socks + crocs or some shit#i never draw them wearing shoes because i hate drawing shoes and tehyre animals (+ free toebeans) but they can wear shoes#riptide is SUCH A CROCS WEARER OH MY GOD#i gotta draw them wearing shoes more
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We can all just pretend finished this in May
#wrice#to be hero x#tbhx#tbhx fanart#something something local ambush predator catches the wrong type of snack#no complaints from any party involved#I was gonna do some sus doodles to go along with this but rendering the cave drained my will to live
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excerpt; hitchhiker au | Simon Riley x Reader gore. graphic descriptions of decomposition. implied noncon.
“You’re not real,” she whimpers, words a rough scrape out of her raw, torn throat. “You can't be real.”
He doesn't answer tonight. Silent in his appraisal, his hatred; the bloodlust rolls off of him in waves, a suffocating deluge that tangles in her chest. Heart pulsing at the base of her throat, clogging her airways. She can't breathe. Can't move. Can only watch as the man cocks his head slowly to the side in a mutated parody of consideration. Confusion. Taking her in as he stands in her doorway, massive body filling the frame in an outline of black, making him more shadow than man. An apparition that haunts her at devil's hour. Always.
The moon's glow casts a line through the open window. A pale meridian between them.
Childishly, she thinks of hiding under her blanket. Bad things can't touch you under the covers. Curling into a ball with her eyes squeezed shut, fingers plugging her ears. Wishing for her mother. Howling for her dad. Waiting until morning when the thing haunting her finally leaves.
But he doesn't. Not tonight.
And she knows if she tries to hide, he'll just crawl into the bed next to her—
“Fix your bumper yet?” He asks, measured in his mockery. The weight of his words makes her stomach churn. Nausea a cold, familiar comfort that tethers itself to her ribcage. “Better get that fixed before someone comes askin’ questions, pet. Clean the blood off it, too. Caused quite the nasty spill.”
His directive makes her want to curl into a ball. “I–I didn't mean to, I didn't—”
“What'd you tell everyone? Hit a deer? Left ‘im in the bushes to die? And now he's got maggots crawlin’ all around ‘is ‘ead. Eatin’ his brains clean outta ‘is skull—”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up—you’re not real! You're not real—”
The man—Simon Riley, her mind supplies bitterly, brokenly; tinged full of regret and sorrow and hatred—lashes out in an instant, moves like water, like shadows on the wall, the too bright flicker of a moving car, until he's in her face, looming over her. A massive, unclimbable wall. And she hates it. Hates when he's this close to her. Close enough to smell the stench of rotten blood that dries on his chest, the side of his head. A brown stain that sinks into the too-large frame of his chest.
He smells of death. Sickening. Tainted with a noisome sweetness that glues in her nostrils, leaks down her throat. She can taste him there, right on her tongue. Him. Simon Riley.
Missing, the newspapers say. But only she knows the truth. Stowed away in a facsimile of a grave by the swamps, left to rot. Here, in her bedroom. Waiting for her whenever she tries for a modicum of sleep. A veteran. A drifter. Homeless, they write, and he barked out an ugly laugh as he read over your shoulder, but said nothing else as you scrolled. Tense. Shivering in your seat, waiting for the day the police show up and arrest you. You did a terrible thing. A horrible thing. Pay for what you've done—
His hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around the delicate arch of her throat. The width spans the entirety of it until the bone china, the vulnerable slope, is clenched tight in his slick, slippery palm. Moss, she knows; it grows over his hands and feet now. The earth reclaiming the body she threw into the swamp—
“Not real?” He mocks, wrenching her closer by her throat. Pulse thudding like the wings of a hummingbird against his thumb. “Oh, pet. M’very real—”
He leans in, too, until his horrid face is lit by the sliver of pale blue moonlight. Scraps of tissue slough off of his head, skin purpling beneath the balaclava that peels off in patches. Animals, he'd told her idly, like talking about his body being eaten away by creatures was piecemeal. The jaundiced bone of his cheek pokes out from raspberry skin. It shifts when he speaks, and draws her eye to the devastation of his mouth. Jawbone visible; muscle blackened, clinging by a strip of thin tissue to his lower mandible. His teeth gleam in the light. Yellow and crooked. The rest of his face is covered under the blood soaked fabric of his mask. A small mercy, she thinks.
But the worst is his eyes.
Once black, midnight grey, is now filmed over. Milky. And the other—
Something moves in the cherryred chasm. A long, thin black line slinks out of the gaping hole. Another. Another. From the rotten socket, a large spider emerges, crawling over the craggy pieces of his broken nose, making his decomposing body her home.
She whimpers as the bile surges up, swallowing it down when the blue skin of his mouth peel back in a horrifying grin—
Something white falls from the corner of his eye, rolling down the slick, damp skin of his oily face in a mockery of a teardrop, the image glueing to the bone deep remorse that coils like a noose around her neck. Tighter, tighter.
His tongue lulls out. Cold, slimy, when it flickers over the trembling ridge of her jaw. Fingers digging into her skin, stealing the warmth from her flesh. The air from her lungs.
He'll have her like this, she knows. Always does when he gets in these moods—the kind that makes him touch her more, sink boney fingers beneath the hem of her pants, and cooing in her ear about how much he wants to eat her alive. Buzzing with some strange, electric energy. She can't run. Can't scream.
Going to the police isn't an option when she buried a body under loose rocks and sticks. Hit and run. Vehicular manslaughter. Life over in a blink—
No. No—
She just has to wait, she thinks, her eyes slipping shut as his rancid breath curdled over the tears on her cheeks. Wait until his body rots all the way.
Until he's nothing but bones—
Only then will this ghost finally leave her alone.
#this was written while i typed one handed and snacked on cheesy tteokbokki after midnight and for some reason#sheher over youyour was easier to text to speech annotate w/o my Samsung having an episode#I'll clean it up after though#simon riley x reader#hitchhiker au
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Snail’s crash out: my phone deleted my 6.2k yan!sukuna x reader fic 💀 I genuinely feel like throwing up. Been dealing with screen issues for a while now (I have the Galaxy Flip6), and apparently all the screens are backordered for a month where I live?? 😭 I love the phone, but ngl I’m seriously debating going back to iPhone… at least then I can use my watch again. Just… big, slimy, sad snail energy.
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On a brighter, sparkly note!! 🩷 I applied to a new job!! So fingers crossed something good comes soon!!
#Snail yaps#The only thing keeping me sane are these minecraft fruit snacks#I went to copy and paste into tumblr and Google docs was like mmmmm actually ☝️#You mean delete?#Everything#I will see if I can retrieve it or not#This is why I only type on my PC#Silly me#But maybe snail will move onto new horizons#Thinking about getting the pink iPhone#Spruce things up#Alright sorry for yapping in the tags
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Sam talks about Jacob being 'an exceptional person' and answers what would have happened if Dale interviewed Lestat and whether or not Dale and Louis would be "friends" in The Emsolation Podcast Extras!
Note: Unf this is not the complete video where he answears that question(s). I had to edit it with a few excerpts i found so it might not make much sense. if someone put the whole segment of this question(s) i will edit this with that video
Source: The Emsolation Podcast - Sam Reid talks the FINAL season of The Newsreader, urvampiregirls, loustatsoup, comeappraiseme and pixielayer
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Him saying that he can't imagine Louis giving two f*cks about Dale 😞 Well the fanfics says otherwise 🙃 i am really surprised they didn't told im about the Louis x Dale fanfics on AO3 🤣
i cant find the tweet now but i swear that i saw someone one twitter saying that Michael Lucas and the lady in the video talked about it a few weeks ago in one of The Emsolation podcast eps.
Anyway, it's funny that Lestat possessed him both times: one (where Sam clearly was able to control him) where he was totally down to the idea of f*cking Dale and in the other where he cant stand the idea of Louis f*cking Dale (Lestat you fake poly. A cheater is what you are) I didn't believed 100% in the Lestat possession allegations until i watch this 🤯
#jam reiderson#sam reid#jacob anderson#quoting tweets#sam saying Louis wouldn’t give two fucks about dale… he clearly hasn’t spent enough time on ao3#this means sam is on the “louis would get bored in two minutes with a nice guy” train btw#The Lestat JUMPED out over the idea that Louis would be attracted to Dale 😂#lestat possessed him for a second here girl calm down that newsreader is not stealing your man😭#He rlly said no ones getting that man but me…even if its me in a wig 😭#if Lestat saw what Louis & Dale have been doing in the AO3 he would quickly become Anne Rice & ban the fanfics from the face of the earth 🤣#Louis totally will f and eat Dale in the 80's. Nervous wreck reporter is his favourite type of snack back then.#he wouldve been atleast a one of the guys in san francisco cmon dont break his heart like that#Lestat will f Dale just to f with him😩#Lestat would f*ck himself if he could so ofc he would f*ck his doppelganger#i’m crying he was down w it until he remembered they were both him 😭#Pausing to picture Lestat fucking Dale (himself fucking himself)#I cant get over him getting weirded out by his own thoughts alsksk#I’m convinced Lestat was bringing up p0rnographic visions of dalestat into his head 🤭#THE PAUSE?? he was imagining that shit in 4K LMAO#he was thinking abt selfcest#“who’s that man who plays l-” “JACOB” oh he got in there so fast 😌#sam’s immediate “JACOBBBB”. he could not WAITTT to gush about him#Jacob Anderson hype contest and Sam gets first place every time 🙂↔️#“he’s exceptional. exceptional person. yeah” oh i am sure#“your energy together is delicious” well yes!#the way his face softens my goddddddd. you can tell he gets so excited talking about him like his whole face lights up. he can't hide it 🤭#Michael nearly beating him to the punch#does sam talk about him or is he also a jacob lover or both…thoughts
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Actually let me make this it's own post. Hi here's a description of the man™️ after I stared at his face for lord knows how long and tried to gather all his unique lil details:
- his jawline is the widest part of his face
- regarding the above; or it might just be deliberate, if you look closely his hair looks like he's using the middle part to frame his face beneath all the loose strands
- his nose isn't not straight but he has a kinda defined indent on the right side of his nose bridge making it look crooked without really having a crook?
- one of his 'wrinkles' next to his right eye actually looks like a faded scar or smth. The skin returned to its normal colour but it is as deep as a wrinkles without fitting into the symmetry of them and actively crossing another
- his weird makeup choice and his hollowed face kinda emphasise his wrinkles like fuck cuz his eyes r rly, rly sunken in and his emo makeup just deepends the shadows
- he's kinda giving 'not aged like fine wine' babyface except those pinchable cheeks surrendered to a very gaunt look aka very high cheekbones but now they're rly just bone casting rly weird shadows
- incredibly hooded eyes and the skin on his browbone is very exposed and has a slight curve, thx evil arched brows
- actually re the above they also kinda resemble deepset eyes. The parts of the eyelids that you can see are highlighted by the fact that his eyes r so sunken in
- after carefully starring at a bunch of characters for far too long; he probably has some of the fullest lips in all of Faerûn, but also slightly down turned - thinning them out when he smiles, or attempts it ig
- The scar on his chin is pretty darn deep, it's not that much discoloured it's just in constant shadow
- cupid's bow? He's never heard of that
-his smile lines are about as defined as Gale's but on his face there's more shadows that deepen them
-bald spots in his stubble
- very visible pores
Overall on very close inspection he's giving hair gel imperium that runs on 1h of sleep in the last 72h and if you cut him he probably bleeds espresso. Like that man looks kinda starved and very much unhealthy. His face is basically just highlights or shadows. No in-between.
He has a very attractive, very sharp face but it's very much hidden beneath all the unhealthy habits that you can see on it. Clean him up, feed him, teach him how to use a razor, replace the make up with something more subtle and he'd rise to fame thx to being a thirst trap in seconds. And if you just look at his side profile you kinda get a preview of that already. He does look young. Very much so (return of the babyface).
And he does look like a fuckboy.
#but i wont cuz i like em sickly and unwell#and it makes him even more threatening in the low green lights#anyway don't come for my throat#this is partially factual and partially just me making assumptions 🙏#well based on what I'm seeing#enver gortash#tldr someone feed him he's not doing it himself#really - he won't#too busy concocting world domination plans for a quick snack#perhaps the greatest challenge for my own narrative is to explain how hes not just a stick atp#like yeah sure he got what he wanted but hes kinda not the type to not pick up a new goal immediately#hmmmmm
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The Enemy was published 15 years ago today! Wow! You should go and read it! Check out this scene for yourself! Nothing goes wrong!
#this series has some of the most uniquely terrifying scenarios ive ever read. it does not hold back. its so gross. it sucks.#my pitch to you is: do you like to suffer. please. come suffer with me. it sucks. its awesome.#thank you for your time.#the enemy#the enemy series#the enemy charlie higson#the enemy book series#ok#freak#deke#arran harper#ollie#achilleus#oh yeah. the title works in two different ways#the snacks in the vending machine arent the only food pictured here.#also i put foreshadowing in here. if ur the observant type
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day 48367 of blue hydrangeas domestic life au being my most favorite au everrr… we’re going shopping!!! ^_^
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taglist: (interact with this post/let me know wherever if you’d like to be added or removed!! first time doing this thank you guys eeee 💗💗💗)
@hauntedhallwayzzz @artistlara @melomacaron @milkmallow28 @champmorado @heartofbalemoon @astral-express-family @sunflawyer
#this took WAY TOO LONG BUT I’M HAPPY TO SEE US HAPPY…. i have a love hate relationship with backgrounds. drawing them is therapeutic#-sometimes#i drew this inbetween comms so i think that’s why it felt so so long…#a few of the snacks have actual counterparts too#like the one im holding is yamyam choco sticks…. my beloved forever and no1 snack when i was in gradeschool i was ADDICTED to that stuff#even though our cafeteria sold it for so much i felt like i was robbed everytime#alsoo the shopping checklist- the blue ink is her while red is mine#she’s a picky eater to me so there’s that small sad face on the spinach which is so cute to me but like Im sorry you need to eat vegetables#her handwriting is also more messier because she’s more used to typing rather than writing with pen. she has almost 200 wpm To me….#❥ blue hydrangeas#my art#self ship art#self ship#self shipping#f/o x s/i#self shipping art
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ok tell me some basic gen 5 facts
victini was designed with the intention of appealing to female players
#also those bunny apple snack thingies#i only had this one on my mind because i was thinking about it the other day but i can have facts sometimes 🔗💥🔗#<- thats supposed to be the guy breaking his chains image#asks#vgpony-mk2#also no matter how you turn the klink lines body it always appears to have a face. i learned this one today !#frillish wasnt supposed to be a ghost type (love to share that one)#cofagrigus and runerigus share...idk base stats except for attack and somthing else those two are inverted ?? something like that#i dont pay attention to stat details so i dont remember that one as well#also they EAT PEOPLE*. thats just a dex entry but i like to share that tidbit. *theyre said to encase people so its probably not really#eating but like... ur most like not surviving so you might as well say they eat ppl#sorry another cofagrigus one. theyre bipedal and quadrapedal. idk if theres a word that means u do both but they do both.
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cute bad ass


#vee queued to fill the void#taking a moment away from the kuukou deep dive brainrot to do some kuukou simping instead lol#as always lol arb beat me to drawing kuukou feeding animals myself#but if kuukou feeds the elderly and has candy in his pockets for children (highkey for himself too lol)#you can bet your ass he’d feed the strays that visit his temple or share his sardines with froggies on the side of the road 😭😭😭😭#crying over that sudden scratch card where a new cat comes to visit his temple and kuukou can tell it was a new visitor 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#he doesn’t name them but i think it would be very funny if kuukou decided to name the cats visiting his temple after buddhist gods lol#orange tabby: *meows at kuukou for a snack*#kuukou: yooooo jogaishou bosatsu!!!!!!!!!! what’s up it’s been forever want some of my shitty dad’s tofu??????? :D#😌😌😌😌 and then on the flip side it’s page that haunts my every waking moment LOL#kuukou is so fcking COOL lol even when he loses you get the sense he never lost lol#i’m tempted to just start screaming for five straight tags but to quell that urge lmao#i’m going to make this about ichikuu lmao remember how ichiro in ohayo ikebukuro said he likes strong people who never lose lol????#they ended that bat vs mtr battle with the comment from jakurai i think that this battle didn’t feel like it was their victory#which means kuukou hasn’t truly lost so that makes him even more of ichiro’s type—
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hello ur local lesbian diabetic (dykeabetic, if you will) just had her endo appointment and almost cried happy tears (which is RARE) because i managed to go from a 9.1 a1c in february to a 6.6 a1c today so like. holy fucking shit.
#bought myself some of my favorite snacks and got boba smoothie with a croissant as a reward#actually diabetic#type one diabetic#t1d#type one diabetes#type 1 diabetic#type 1 diabetes
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Oh no I'm sleepy
#and i have 20 more pages to edit today#this might be easier if i could edit my draft directly instead of retyping everything#but i've hoisted myself by my own petard on that point and it takes my brain longer to figure out how to fix a written sentence#than to come up with and type a riff on a sentence that is somewhere else#the dissertation#guys i am SO CLOSE and i don't actually need to submit this today slash tomorrow morning but i really really want to#it would be so great#perhaps a protein snack and folding laundry and then back to work (i have edited already 16 pages today.#and edited two partial papers for writing tutoring)
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The difference between what I read vs what I write is comical to me
#riv rambles#I write fics that are like#a 2002 rom com you’d watch at a slumber party#cliche romance types of fics#and then I read terribly fucked up things curled up in bed with my little snacks#KSKDJSHD#I like the suspense of reading fucked up stuff more than I like writing it#and I like planning out and writing the cutesie stuff more than I like reading it#does that make sense
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I'm a strong believer in public spaces (and functionally-public spaces) as realms where you have to accept things happening and other people doing what they do as neutral and largely immutable forces, because to do otherwise leads to functional if not literal policing of public behavior in ways that are antithetical to the function of public space as somewhere that anyone can exist
However. Sometimes I am trying to get groceries while also having a headache. And i find myself thinking wretched nimby thoughts like "dogs should be banned" and "loud music in grocery stores should be banned also."
#usually when they're blasting loud active music in the grocery store I'm like. Good on you for not having to play manager-core type music.#hope this helps you keep the energy up etc.#But today.... hooo boy. I am not feeling it.#And then I sat down outside to eat my snack and this dog started going off.#And there's People and Cars which is just frankly too much to ask a person to handle I feel.
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maid pie cookie/choco pie cookie! h0llyberry's most beloved and loyal maid <3
#thats just code for 'she and hollyberry are having lesbian se–#anyways#shes based off lotte choco pies cuz those are one of my favorite snacks :))#particularly the flavor with strawberry syrup inside the marshmallow <3#get it? because hollyberry busted in h– nvm#shes a nervous sisterly type with a slightly short temper :)) she gets irritated easily#she has a soft spot for the younger cookies#i think princess cookie wld call her oneesan in the jpn version or something…#or unnie in the krn version… wah :((((#i dont got anything on her abilities or whatever cuz i literally just drew this on a whim#i went insane over hollyberry blacked out and then woke up with this#ill add proper tags later#crk oc#cookie run oc#cookiesona#self ship#self ship art#self insert#oc x canon#<- implied
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