#schmicke

[nickismyspiritanimal]

homoerotic sitcom friendships

[saintsenara]

Between Ron and Harry, who is Nick and who is Schmidth from new girl

thank you very much for the ask, anon. this is the content i log in to tumblr for.

with the exception of their profound sexual tension, i don't actually think harry or ron have enough in common with nick and schmidt for either of them to be like either of the others.

harry absolutely has nick's "keeps all his stuff in a box" and "wouldn't understand why his friend was fuming he didn't buy him a cookie" vibe, but he doesn't have his "can't tell a lie without having a breakdown" and "aspires to be a long-haul trucker on mars" one.

similarly, while ron would have a lot of respect for schmidt once he enters his aggressive wife guy era, he's not going to be particularly interested in him during his wannabe wolf of wall street one.

the real truth is that they're winston and furguson.

[propalahramota]

I miss them so (Schmigadoon! and Schmicago!)

[fat-fem-and-asian]

I hope schmigadoon runs for 4 seasons as a quiet critical darling that gets accepted into the "you've seen this if you're into musicals at all" category

[rigginsstreet]

Not Jake Johnson saying the new girl cast used to read fanfiction to each other jfndkcndkn

[carryonlikewedidbefore]

btw random aside. I believe it’s required by the Bunnings rules that the sausages be gluten free… despite them being served in bread

Overseas followers if you think our language is weird, just know that in Australia we have replaced the tradition of Sunday Church with a new tradition of going to a hardware store to eat sausages in the carpark.

Here is JFK's daughter attending one as part of a diplomatic mission of the American Ambassador (and no we are 100% not making this up).

At one point the hardware store banned people putting onion on top of their sausages due to all the injuries from people dropping them, and it was a national news story/outrage for weeks.

[abodehaven]

Feeling so Cozy just Looking at the living room Design

Step into a world of warmth and comfort with the living room design of Abode Haven. As you enter, a sense of coziness envelops you, inviting you to unwind and relax. Soft, plush furnishings beckon, while earthy tones and natural textures create a soothing ambiance. From the flicker of candlelight to the gentle glow of warm hues, every element is carefully curated to evoke a feeling of serene luxury. Whether you're curling up with a book or sharing laughter with loved ones, this living space is the epitome of comfort and tranquility."

[moorewr]

Dinner at McCormick and Schmicks

[bookaddictsguide]

Dinner at McCormick and Schmicks

[lightshome]

Dinner at McCormick and Schmicks

[terrible-romance-reviews]

Ok so i just finished reading Promises and Pomegranates by uhhhh

*looks at smudged writing on hand*

Sav R. Miller

And i gotta say,

Not that bad actually. Like, there were some loose plot threads but it wasn't heinous.

However

What the actual fuck was with the constant insessant horny like it felt like every other page was smut while I was being drip fed the story where is my solid, concrete plot??

The more I think about this one the less plot i feel like there actually was, just like. Some character backstory and some serious misunderstandings and communication issues.

Spoilers ahead so stop reading if you actually want to read the book BUT

You got, a lot of background on Kallum, our "Hades" male lead, which, if i didnt already mention, this is a loosely hades persephone inspired romance. By saying this, there is a whole conflict point that we are actively leading up to is that Elena, our Persephone, has a narcissistic mother who fucked Kallum over a decade ago and groomed him??? Elena's youngest sister quite literally makes a groomer joke about the whole situation.

Unlike A Touch Of Darkness though, symbolism actually means something in this book, and things aren't typically mentioned simply for the sake of being there, save for pomegranates, but even THAT was because Kallum began calling Elena persephone, so she got a tattoo right under the fucking tit, she was genuinely obsessed.

I enjoyed the fact that we switched persepctives and it was established who's perspective we were reading each chapter, that was pretty good.

Also pretty good was the obvious enjoyment of bloodplay and marking?? Someone as your own. Very big possessiveness and jealousy issues in this whole book.

Elena also had her fiance murdered, right in front of her, and then got forced to marry Kallum right in front of the corpse of her husband. Kinda fucked up but later established that that DIDNT EVEN FUCKING TRAUMATIZE HER.

In fact, not a single death seems to traumatize anyone in the book. Because. Reasons I fucking guess.

What does kind of traumatize Elena specifically, who was the main reciever of traumatic events happening to her, such as, assult twice, finding out her husband fucked her mom, from her drunk narcissistic mom, getting kidnapped, you know. The works. What does not feel like it is properly touched on, is how that trauma affects her. It is like, kind of addressed? But not in any way that felt accurate.

And of course I know I cant expect the world from a trashy romance novel, it will not stop me from complaining at every chance I get.

Book was a solid like, 6.5 out of 10. Smut was great, characters were shallow, plot was attempted and kept up throughout the entire book, female lead wasn't completely insufferable! Not bad at all.

[nickismyspiritanimal]

Gay judgement

[jenissi07]

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[bamsara]

What does Finor think of Tyran? Does she see through his whole act?

She sees the whole puppy love schmick and isn't impressed by it, but isn't aware of anything else. For being a fellow diciple it's very much a 'coworker I hardly talk to' sort of thing

[porcelainapparition]

The Charles Nelson Schmick House

Leetonia, Ohio

built in 1871

[mousedotjpeg]

cw: explicit smut, johnny being a perv, mentions of reader and price being parental figures but not in a weird way, praise kink, price is mushy gushy but also rough, idek what else to put its just johnny perving on price and wife thats it thats the drabble

Sergeant John "Soap" Mactavish had seen the absolute worst of the world in his years working in the army. Things no human should ever have to witness; scenes so grotesque, heart-wrenching, and downright deplorable that they could only be conjured by hell.

But this? Not even the purest form of bleach would cleanse this from his eyes, nor the sweet freedom of death enough to erase this from his soul. Price, his beloved captain and father figure, and you, the wife of said captain, who just happened to be 141’s sweet little medic, going at it like catholic fucking rabbits in your empty office. All he had wanted was an extra dosage of melatonin following a rough mission, but the scene laid out in front of him would serve to keep him awake and squirming the remainder of the night.

But... the way his superior's hands so gently cupped your cheek and ran through your tousled locks - a direct contrast to his brutal thrusts that bounced you across your consultation table - had his boots glued to the linoleum floor. How long had it been since Soap had indulged in the touch of another? Even longer, the last time he muttered anything along the lines of what filth the captain cooed into your ear.

Shit, it was bad enough seeing the woman he looks up to as practically a mother get defiled by his hypothetical father, so why, why, could he feel himself getting hard in his pants? With bated breath, Johnny ignored the screaming bastard in his mind telling him to run like his ass caught fire and leant ever so slightly more into the doorway, enabling him to hear more of the filth his comrades were indulging in.

His sensitive ears first caught on to the wet 'schmick' of John's hips connecting with yours, then the heavenly sound of your sweet, sweet whimpers and moans. He ignored the moral questions his eavesdropping - no, perving - raised, and reached his hand around to the front of his pants, hand cautiously cupping himself.

"Fuck, honey, takin' it all so fuckin' well f' me," John groaned, panting into your ear.

"Jus' need one more from you, darlin' and I'll give it to you, yeah? Fill you up just like you need, finally get you fuckin' full of my babies." He babbles, clearly close to finishing himself, only holding off to feel the tight squeeze of your warmth milking him for everything he's worth one last time. You only whine out a weak "yes," far too fucked out to give any sophisticated answer, though it's clearly plenty for both your husband and the sneaky voyeur listening in.

Soap bites into his free fist, muffled a choked groan as he reaches into his pants, running along the length of himself to teasingly rub his thumb against his tip. It's easy to imagine himself in his captain's place, losing himself in the ecstasy of your sweet little cunt, all his for the taking. He's embarrassingly sensitive as he begins stroking himself in earnest, wishing for a moment that he could freely fuck his fist outside of the confines of his cargos.

"Fuck!" Johnny stills for a moment following the obscenity John shouts, then quickly gets right back to his rhythm, finding his Captain enjoying every second of your orgasm. Johnny himself bites back a pitiful sob as he imagines how tight your cunt must be in that moment, enough to make a stoney man such as Price break in your arms.

"Shit, shit, shitshitshit, honey, you feel so fuckin' good, baby, such a good little wife f' me, gonna fuckin pump my fuckin' babies into this delectable little cunt a' yours, yeah, baby? How's that sound? I'll have you barefoot 'nd pregnant f' me in no fuckin' time, honey." Price rambles, utterly pussy drunk as he rapidly approaches his high. His thrusts stutter only to press himself as deep as possible into you, which in turn roughly shoves you up the table, then he's grunting low in his throat, pressing his cold nose to your jaw and releasing all of himself into your abused heat.

At the same moment, Johnny's tossing his head back, ruining his own pants with his filth. His teeth nearly draw blood as they press sharply into his fist, though it does nothing to slow or ease Soap's ecstasy as his cock twitches in his grip and spurts out every last drop of cum in his heavy balls. He has half the mind to quiet his breathing, at last letting off his fist, leaning against the wall.

Pulling his hand from his boxers, he wipes it lazily on his cargos, daring one last risky glance into the room that holds his captain and medic, only to find one cheeky John fucking Price staring right back at him.

finally getting back into writing. i have no idea if this even makes any fuckin sense >:'c also i wasnt sure if i should tag it as a soap x reader, since he's not technically with the reader? but i went ahead and did, so just lmk if it shouldnt and ill fix it c:

~ mouse