#or just the broken mug

[apples-of-apples]

My brain is wandering sooooo

Tell any kind of weapon ideas for stories you’ve had on your mind in the tags!

[rrat-king]

personal headcannon that jawbone and tracker have like dog allergies (not deadly but think like severe lactose intolerance type reactions) and like people who are lactose intolerant, they will still eat things that hurt them cuz it tastes good which leads me too:

there is a constant battle between jawbone, tracker, and their respective partners over whether they are allowed to have hot chocolate or not.

jawbone: i should be allowed to eat whatever i want. i am a grown man!

sandra lynn (actively confiscating the cocoa he just brewed and replacing it with tea): yes! a grown man trying to poison himself for the sake of hot chocolate.

kristen and sandra lynn are unlikely allies in the war against their partners need for a sweet drink that will ruin their stomachs. sandra lynn is great at hiding the hot chocolate mix where they can’t find it and kristen has spilled every drink that she’s ever looked at so if they do it gets destroyed.

just. shenanigans ya know

[griseldabanks]

Comfyvember 4

Story: clone sister story (original) Prompts: Bed rest — Mug of tea — Soft music

The door creaked open just as Lily's playlist hit “Into the West.” Sticking her bookmark into Eight Cousins and setting it aside, Lily reached over and turned down the volume on her phone until all that could be heard was a faint breathy voice singing, “Sleep now, dream of the ones who came before....”

Moving slowly and with painstaking care, Ivy eased into the room, carrying a tray with a mug of something steaming hot and a whole package of Oreos. The little girl stared unblinking at the liquid in the mug, as if willing it not to spill as she carried it over to the bedside table.

Lily shifted her phone, water glass, and various bottles of pain meds out of the way so Ivy could place the mug of...tea, Lily thought. It was the black one with the Christmas lights that appeared when it got hot, so she couldn't tell what color the drink was, but she would have smelled coffee or hot chocolate. And you know me better than that anyway, she thought.

Ivy looked around uncertainly for a place to put the Oreos, but Lily held out her hand with a smile. “Thanks. That's just what I needed right now.”

After handing over the Oreos, Ivy hugged the tray to her chest, staring down at her feet. She looked like she wanted to say something; she even opened her mouth a couple times, then closed it again in defeat.

Lily felt awkward too, fiddling with the crinkled corner of the Oreo package. The two of them hadn't really talked since the...accident. That wasn't really the right word for it, but she didn't know what to call it instead. Ivy had been around in the hospital, and had helped out when she could at home, but their parents were usually around too.

The last thing Lily had said to her little sister one-on-one was “Don't be stupid.” She wasn't sure how to act normally after that.

Finally, Ivy just whispered, “Sorry,” and scurried back to the door.

“Ivy, wait!”

Though she half-expected Ivy to keep going, she actually hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. She peeked over her shoulder through long strands of blonde hair, and Lily realized she wasn't wearing her usual pigtails. She hadn't since the accident.

She looked even more like Rose than usual. Not like five-year-old Rose, but like Rose had at the end. Lily wondered if Ivy were doing it on purpose.

With a hesitant smile, Lily said, “I can't eat all these cookies myself, you know.”

Ivy ducked her head, letting her hair swing forward. “I am sorry. I will go to the kitchen and find a more suitable snack—“

“No, silly,” Lily said, rolling her eyes. But for once, Ivy's quirks were endearing rather than annoying. “I mean I want you to stay and eat them with me.”

Ivy's head snapped up, staring at Lily with wide eyes filled with wonder and joy, like she'd never dreamed of something as wonderful as the prospect of eating a cookie with her sister. The intensity of the emotion sent a pang of guilt through Lily's heart. She really hadn't been a good sister lately, had she?

Slowly, as if she could hardly believe it, Ivy closed the door and walked back over to Lily's bed, setting the tray down on the floor. Lily carefully scooted closer to the wall and patted the bedspread next to her. “Here, come join me.”

Gingerly, Ivy clambered up onto the bed, obvious from her movements that she was trying not to jostle any of Lily's injuries. She perched precariously on the very edge of the mattress, until Lily wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close against her side. Ivy sat very still, her round cheek resting in the space between Lily's shoulder and collarbone. Lily wasn't sure if she were afraid of hurting Lily, or just listening to her breathing or something.

Lily didn't speak any words of apology or forgiveness. Those words probably needed to be said at some point, along with things like you're just as much my sister as Rose ever was and you don't have to try to be anyone other than who you are. But for now, she just peeled back the flap on top of the Oreo package and let Ivy take the first one.

As they munched on the cookies in silence, Lily realized that the playlist on her phone had circled back around to the beginning, and the jaunty tones of “Concerning Hobbits” was now softly filling the air. She brushed a few crumbs off the cover of Eight Cousins, then noticed Ivy's gaze was directed to the picture on the front of two girls sitting and reading together. One with dark hair, one with blonde. And the blonde girl's name was Rose.

“You probably haven't read this book, have you?” Lily asked quietly.

Ivy shook her head. “Mother only reads me picture books. This does not look like a picture book.”

“No, it's not. But it was one of Rose's favorites. I find it comforting to read sometimes.”

Strange. It didn't hurt to say Rose's name now, not even when Ivy looked up at her with Rose's eyes, Rose's face...and yet not. Because Lily could see now that it was Ivy looking up at her with those eyes. Just Ivy.

Lily smiled down at her baby sister. “Would you like me to read it to you?”

Ivy snuggled even closer and whispered, “Yes, please.”

With her arm still around Ivy's shoulders, Lily opened the book and flipped back to the beginning, ignoring her bookmark in the middle of the birthday party. She thumbed through well-worn pages until she got to the first chapter, titled “Two Girls.”

“Rose sat all alone in the big best parlor, with her little handkerchief laid ready to catch the first tear, for she was thinking of her troubles, and a shower was expected.”

[syncopein3d]

It's fine I hung it on its hook again. Where it belongs

Me, with severe imposter syndrome: I may have a diagnosis, but what if I'm not really autistic and I just can't cope with anxiety and I faked all the tests somehow and the psychiatrist was wrong? Also me, with autism: someone touched my skull mug. Someone put my skull mug in the dishwasher. Someone put my skull mug in the dishwasher even though I hand-washed it and it is not dishwasher safe and I am UPSET. I have a backup skull mug in case I drop and break it like the LAST version of this SAME MUG but I am still upset. The finish actually seems to be fine but SOMEONE USED MY SKULL MUG and they PUT IT IN THE DISHWASHER AND

[forestshadow-wolf]

Ghost who grips his mug of tea a little too tightly after half a night of nightmares and it breaks

And instead of swearing or shaking out his hand to cool it from the scalding liquid he just gives an sighs, and mutters a tired "shit. Not another one." As he closes his eyes in disappointment? Exhaustion?

[kingkatsuki]

Just thinking about those soft, mundane moments with Bakugou.

[skyarly]

This is less of an ask and more of a confession. I love your Gary stuff and I’ve grown very fond of Gary as a character over the years, especially after seeing The Mug. He’s a silly little guy and also very very gay and queer. Best rival ever and overall very silly.

I also can only think back to how badly I fucking hated him when I was ten years old. It was BAD. I fucking DESPISED this little guy and I only grew out of it years later. You don’t even want to know how much I disliked this man.

Even after I stopped wishing death upon him, I still didn’t care and I just forgot he existed until I got a Tumblr account earlier this summer.

Thank you for helping me complete my redemption arc. I am now a Gary lover.

hi THANK YOU !!!!!! I'm really glad my fanart and mug converted you. Always good to see more Gary fans in the world !!!!

I remember watching pokemon when I was a lot younger and to me he was just that weird guy in the first episode, it's seriously amazing how he can grow on you.

[halfdeadwallfly]

i'm so combustible today

[vampyroteuthid]

breaking shit is all fun and games until it's your favorite handmade $26 mug from the studio down the road that you got at the farmers market not even a year ago. 😒

[furrama]

It is ever so painful to realize that you misread a situation or mood and offered encouragement instead of solace. Especially when the person snaps at you.

The thing I'm thinking of happened like seven years ago, and I apologized and left the group without saying anything else to anyone. I was upset at myself, but also felt betrayed for some reason.

I'm now starting to realize that I almost definitely have ADHD in some amount. That this sort of thing is pretty typical. Overstep, apologize, leave.

I'm not really going anywhere with this, I'm just sad. I don't speak as much as I once did, I feel robbed of joy, I feel like people are better off without me, I feel lonely, I feel overwhelmed by people. I feel undervalued yet overrated. Too much but not enough. I've studied people so that this kind of thing won't happen again. But is it enough? Has it ever been?

I hope I find my people someday. I hope they're kind and gracious. I hope they exist. I hope I can be the person that I needed for someone else younger who was like me.

[writing-forever]

VENT:

Grrr moving is so annoying!

All the things I wanna use are in boxes! Nothing is in the right place! The house looks so empty and wrong! Plus the fact that I am in a horrible mental state rn I think I’ve cried at least five times today over literally nothing!

[coachbeards]

Sorry. Still thinking abt how Jane “moved in” into beard’s in 2.06 but by 2.09 there’s zero indications she’s even stepped foot in there let alone anything abt her is there ..,

[beautifullyperfectlyflawed]

I'm a lost cause

Baby, don't waste your time on me

I'm so damaged beyond repair

Life has shattered my hopes and my dreams

[sunnyleech]

At the end of this month the school I just graduated from will go back into session, and I will be settling in my first ever apartment with my partner.

Hallways will be crammed, miles will be ran, and lunch will be served on plastic trays

I will sleep passed 6:30 with my girlfriend in my arms. I will toast a bagel at noon, and drink hot coffee with a little bit of creamer.

[bubble-jasmine-tea]

I got really really mad at a broken coffee mug this morning

[sbnkalny]

They are known for knocking random objects down and having to like, take care of these guys