#small spoons

[justletmereadmycomics]

describe your favorite spoon in detail

I'll go first: VERY small, probably meant for stirring tea of some kind. Nice little bumps around the handle, NOT down the middle of it just around, (the flat part, not the sides). the handle goes big to small very nicely, the small being on the scooping side, and allows for a nice grip. The bumps are also spaced in a way that allows for a good texture with a little raised line thing in between the sides. They go ALL the way down the handle, stopping before the scoopy part so you don't feel them on your tongue. the underside is indented (which is what resulted in the raised line down the middle) and is thick enough you can put the tip of your finger in it but thin enough you can still touch the sides and get that nice feeling on your finger.

[sluttyquarantinetheory]

So my older sister who somehow missed all the adhd/autism genes in the family has just informed me that my def has adhd but won't admit it nor get diagnosed as having adhd mother gets super weird whenever someone gives her a "normal sized spoon" instead of the small spoon we all know and love.

This is driving my older sister absolutely nuts. And I'm realizing that the reason I have was never confronted with the challenge of being forced to eat with a big spoon for my entire childhood is because my mother disapproved of "normal spoons" so we never used them and most of us were too neurodivergent to ever find fault with this logic. Big spoons went in the untouched spoon slot and were only used for like serving foods.

[truevalueflooring]

Autism dinner w/ banana so you can see just how small my favorite spoon is

[foreversfangirl]

If you were a deity what would your worshippers place on your alter?

[pleasanttimemachineruins]

[inkskinned]

as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen

the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"

[ddocson]

i'm self-indulging at this point — but i wanted to explore more of the expressive-tango-hair-thing, and i wanted to draw ranchers (ofc), and it became... this, 4am comic

since i made a point of "blue hair tango = sad," my thought here is that dungeon master tango has some connection with the wardens of the dungeon. since theyre "mourners," their feelings seep into him, and he's just. perpetually feeling their sadness. which is why he's always blue.

(also this would take place during the crossover in ranch 2)

[the-jennnster]

Something about the way bibliopunk/punk academia is treated on here Bugs Me and I think it can be best summed up as this:

You can't just throw the "punk" descriptor onto whatever you like and call it an aesthetic

Punk is not an aesthetic

Punk is a mindset, it's a philosophy-- it's a rebellion against societal systems

When I say bibliopunk, I don't mean sweater vests and old library photos and quotes from classics.

Bibliopunk, to me, a punk librarian, is about freedom of information. It's about making sure everyone and anyone can have the resources they need to learn, whatever that means for them. It's no late fees and fighting against censorship. It's defunding the police and funding community resource centers that specialize in making sure there's a place where people can go to ask for help, to read books on any subject they can think of, to connect with events and organizations that exist to help THEM. It's about making zines and learning how to bookbind, because fuck the idea that traditional publishing and Amazon are the only people that can make something a book.

Punk academia, which is used colloquially here, is related to this-- it's saying fuck the academic systems that keep out the poor, the people of color, and the disabled. Fuck your Ivy Leagues, education is whatever the hell you make it. College should be free, classes should be accessible WITHOUT being forced to give up all of your personal financial and health information, curriculums need to include as many varying perspectives as they can because fuck the idea that a cishet abled white man is the authority on any given topic.

Bibliopunk, punk academia, and any other Tumblr "aesthetic" with the punk descriptor is not just a moodboard of photos you stole from Pinterest.

Because what's more punk than a public library?

[cod-dump]

Gaz, watching Ghost shovel food into his mouth: LT… you do know that’s a serving spoon, right?

Ghost, with his mouth full: Yup

Gaz: Were none of the spoons clean?

Ghost: They’re clean

Gaz: … then why-?

Ghost, pointing a mashed potato covered spoon at Gaz: They were too fucking small, Garrick! I couldn’t get enough food on them!

Gaz:

Ghost: *glares as he shoves a massive mound of potatoes into his mouth*

Gaz: … okay

[kuromi-hoemie]

being like 5’2” - 5’4” is so attractive to me like omg ur head fits right under my chin and right in my tits ♡⁠ let me hold you. i love being a tall girl

[whipedcream]

did this yesterday for the yuri day. Rejoice!

rbs > likes

[femmejesterart]

Messy doodle of their NEW OUTFITS‼️

[simping-lya]

"I love you"

UT!Sans x GN!Reader fluff

Words: 604

Heya I got a fluffy fic here, hot out of the oven

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You were very hesitant with your feelings. Sans knew that when he got into a relationship with you. That’s why he never rushed you into anything, always stayed at your pace. You were quiet, shy, and although long for others, were very selective of those around you. Thankfully Sans was nothing but a patient guy and was willing to work with you to build your relationship to how it is now.

It was important to him, this relationship with you. Three years of friendship and almost two years of dating, that was about five years he had known you. When you two first met, you were hesitant to talk to him on your own until months later when you were finally comfortable being around him without Papyrus, and when he confessed his feelings, you had admitted you had been harboring feelings for him a year longer. You were just too hesitant to do anything and waited for them to fade away (luckily for him, they never did).

Of course, Sans knew that the words “I love you” would not come instantly. He didn’t mind though—he didn’t need the vocal confirmation to know you cherished him dearly. He could feel it in your intent, when you would wrap him in a blanket when he was napping on the couch, when you would purchase a gift because you knew he would laugh, when you would comfort him in times he needed it. Everything you did for him had “I love you” all over and that was enough for him to know you loved him. But that didn’t make the words any less lovely when he heard you say it for the first time.

It was late at night and you were in bed, already asleep. Usually you were awake at this time with him but your busy schedule had tired you out. Sans didn’t mind though, he knew you deserved this rest for working hard. So, although he couldn’t talk to you, he could still hang out with you by being your cuddle buddy. His spot was already taken though, a pillow in your arms snug against your chest. Fortunately, Sans was able to slip it out of your arms with ease and sneak into your bed, but moving the blanket around stirred you awake.

Blinking wearily, you smiled once you noticed the one in front of you was Sans and opened your arms for him. Once he was in his usual spot—tucked against your chest—your arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer. It was warm and Sans could feel the love coming off your skin.

Chuckling, Sans murmured against your chest, “good night.”

“Good night,” You sleepily replied, your chin resting on the top of his skull. 

In your embrace, he shut his eye sockets and focused on your heartbeat. He liked hearing it. It was so different compared to monsters and their souls. He let it lure him to sleep with you, hearing your heartbeat slow down as you relaxed.

Then, you whispered so softly, he barely heard it, “I love you.”

His sockets snapped open in surprise as he did a double take. Did he hear you correctly? No, he definitely heard you correctly. His soul trembled excitedly in his ribcage from hearing your vocal declaration, a blush forming on his face quicker than it had ever before. He felt you press a kiss on his skull, your lips in a smile that told him you knew how he was feeling from your words.

He buried his flushed face into your shirt, clinging onto you as he muttered, “i love you too.”

[spoonmoment119]

Mumbo and scar preening Grians wings?

oh no theres only one bed ;)

[helpimstuckposting]

MAGP20 || MAGP21

I love a violent hypocrite

[canisalbus]

Just want to say that you’re genuinely one of my favourite artists. Would decorate my home framed images of your work and walk around looking at them like I was in a posh gallery with a fine wine.

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