#sour sweets

[licensetohyperfixate]

when the sweets are so sour you lose skin off your lips

[ramonag-if]

Hello and good day fellow sour sweets enjoyer🤝 and thank you for your wonderful work!💝

Hello! There's so few of sour sweet lovers 😅 Thank you for playing the game and your support 💖

[digitalfriend08]

XXX

[heavenbarnes]

leaning over older bf Simon’s lap in the drive thru to order catching him off guard…a lil arch in the back…maybe his hand on dat ahhh… I beg u to feed us

no doubt older bf!simon hates talking at the drive thru speaker, they either can’t understand his accent (even when he’s home, his voice is so deep), or he forgets the order, or they’re asking him a question and he’s just looking at you like “fix it”

so you’re leaning across the console and his lap so you can chat the lady through the speaker or maybe even when you’re up at the second window (he’s paying at first) and when you’re in that spot he’s going kind of crazy

his hand is firmly on your ass and if your back is arched and your chest is pressed to his forearm that’s leaning on the window, he’s actually going to have to practice self restraint

if the person in the window is staring a little part of him wants to get angry but the other part is like “yeah me too”

if he had a semblance less self control he’d have you in the exact same position in the back but he’ll let you have your lunch first lest you get hangry on him

[butterflyscribbles]

Freenoodle Headcanons (Part 1) - bc there’s no way I’ll have time to draw them all out fast enough and I need to get them out of my brain:

Hidden underneath bc it’s loooong…

- Tang and Pigsy met in a college-level business class. Pigsy was going for a general business major with a minor in culinary arts. Tang was pursuing Chinese Literature and Lingustics in order to eventually be a librarian or museum archivist as well as an author on the side. They started interacting more bc Tang threatened to call Pigsy out for cheating on an exam and Pigsy “bought” his silence with a bowl of homemade noodles.

- It started with “blackmail” that Tang was gonna tell if Pigsy ever stopped making food for him but gradually they just started hanging out. Pigsy began to realize that if it weren’t for him, Tang would have most likely wasted away considering he was not only a picky eater but would also completely forget meals while being so focused on his studies. Tang in return started helping Pigsy with study before big exams as well. It became routine until they both finished the class. That was one of the only classes they had together being on pretty separate tracks but by then they were close enough friends to continue hanging out semester after semester.

- Tang’s family was not too fond of him hanging out with Pigsy and eventually Sandy who had a bit of a rebellious (and somewhat criminal) hot streak. Lots of being kicked out of bars for fighting, loud music and band parties that somehow would force them to migrate into Tang’s apartment after they trashed their own.

- Tang used to have pierced ears that were Pigsy’s own handiwork but his mom made him take them out the minute he visited home. He wants to get them pierced again even now because he loved how it looked but is lowkey too chicken to act on it bc ouchieeee needles it was hard enough the first time

- They never really defined themselves as dating out loud in college but they were definitely “more than friends” after a while. Pigsy crushed on him first but Tang fell harder once he finally caught on that Pigsy liked him. They were both too emotionally constipated scared to slap an official label on it though.

- Tang is almost always freezing and wrapped up in sweaters, scarves and mittens. Pigsy is always hot. Equilibrium achieved.

- Speaking of scarves, Tang’s trademark red scarf and most precious comfort item he owns, was a gift from Pigsy’s mother when Pigsy introduced him to his parents. He is almost never without it and takes very good care of it because it is hand-made and one of a kind.

- Tang was NOT a fan of the Pigsy mustache era™️ but that did not stop the pig man from burrowing his face onto him and teasing him near to death with prickly kisses

- Pigsy’s affectionate nickname for Tang became “truffles” for a hot second after this^^ Tang secretly and begrudgingly loved it. The nickname is still stashed away for special occasions and ONLY when its the two of them.

- The mirror to that is Tang found out Pigsy’s weak spots were his ears and under his chin. Loves scritches and sometimes Tang would just reach out and idly play with his ears if they were within reach. That’s also something that occurs in present time.

- On rare occasions, Tang would convince Pigsy to sing for him and most of those moments ended in tears both of sadness or laughter on both ends. Mostly because Pigsy would either sing songs his mom taught him or ones he could only half remember the lyrics to.

- They stayed in contact for a while even after Pigsy graduated (Tang was pursuing a PHD so he stayed in school longer). Tang and Sandy were both there when the restaraunt was passed down to Pigsy and they were the first customers at Pigsy’s Noodles.

Things got a bit more complicated after that…

- For about 5 months before MK came into their lives, Tang and Pigsy were actually having a huge fight and were not on speaking terms. Sandy’s anger and violence issues were at an all time high and he dropped out of college just before graduating, Pigsy and Tang struggled to define their relationship after they Tang’s family was insistent he finally cut them out of his life and it lead to a big fight where Sandy ended up leaving the trio and there was a huge and bitter rift between the three of them.

- Three weeks after Pigsy’s mom passed, little MK showed up on his doorstep. He was already running the shop alone for the first time and now he suddenly had a child who desperately needed him. While MK brought some much needed light back into his life, he struggled to properly care for the little ball of energy and still make end’s meet. His quick temper and the passing of his mom had seriously impacted business and chased off a lot of regulars as it was. So, he called the only person he trusted to help. The minute Pigsy explained his situation…Tang didn’t hesitate to come back, even as he continued classes. Things were awkward and messy for sure and there was a lot of baggage to sort through…but they made it work for their little monkey kid.

Okay that’s it ta ta for now part two is going to be Freenoodle Family focused I wanted this one to be more on the early days before MK to set it all up.

[cosmic-seer]

I was possessed.

@dipplinduo

[photosofchaos]

Vintage 1940s sweetheart "Off Limits" lingerie set

[dragonmouth]

Crowley’s first failed attempt at tempting Aziraphale in the Garden of Eden….

A very lovely follower on Twitter gave me the idea and reminded me that sugar apples exist. I wish I could try a sugar apple. They look so tasty.

[diamandarinas]

Next on Is it cake? season 3

[rainyday-deer]

❌ do not repost ❌

🩸Red Carpet

A sexy, bloody Niss. Hic helped me with the vibes for this one.

[kekstala]

Here’s another reminder that S&S D exist lol

Sweet and Sour Dipplins by @dipplinduo

[justevelynnnn]

I’ll always love you.

Pairing: Logan howlett x reader

Summary: Logan has a nightmare and hurts you in his sleep. This is a short story of that and the aftermath.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of blood, Logan stabbed you in your sleep, Profanity, Cigar smoking, mention of the scene where wolverine gets his adamantium skeleton. (Written with fem!reader in mind but no she/her pronouns are used or feminine features are mentioned)

A/N: this started off as a drabble but tbh it got a bit longer than i expected so 😭 but anyway, i love this plot so of coursee, my turn!

He was in the tank again.

It was the same nightmare every other week. Or, one of them. But this was the worst one of them all.

Suffocating. Confused. Scared?

He felt it all again.

He could never, ever describe what metal covering your skeleton feels like but it’s a horrible, disgusting feeling.

As he rose and roared angrily from the water, tubes fell out his body. He gets hit with a bullet to the head and he fiercely turns to the source, growling animalistically. There are more gun shots as he jumped out, screaming. Oh, and of course…Fucking Stryker.

Stryker. Stryker. Stryker.

Of course, the nightmare version of this event is more intense feeling. His heart was racing. His mind. His feet. Adrenaline is pumping through his veins. Everything is on fire.

Then suddenly, he’s in a dark room.

Still yelling and thrashing, he doesn’t stop until he comes to finally seconds later. Oh, it was a nightmare. Not real. Though, the screams still echo in his head.

And then he hears a soft, “Logan….”

He looks down.

You’re laying there, under him. There are tears in your eyes as you held his…wrists with..his claws…in…your….sides..

His heart drops. Blood runs cold. He feels like he’s gonna be sick.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck-

He mouths, “No…no no no…”

“Logan, it’s okay. It’s okay, you’re…” A pained groan from you interrupted yourself. “…okay. I’m here.”

He frantically pulls his claws out and sits there, looking at you in pure horror. Heart pounding still as guilt washed over him. Consuming his entire soul.

Luckily, for the both of you, you also had a healing factor..just not as good as his…it took twice as long for you to heal.

But you were prepared for this moment anyways. You knew one day…he’d wake up like this. That you’d wake up like this. You practiced what you would say and do. Remain calm and ground him. Remind him he’s okay and that you two are far from any enemies.

Logan looked at the blood covering his hands once he unsheathed his claws. Looked at you once more and then back at his own hands.

“I’m already healing, Logan. It’s gonna be okay. It was an accident.” You sit up in bed, even though it was horribly painful still, and rub his shoulders trying to relax him.

“..i…i..hurt you.” He softly said looking into your eyes.

“It was an accident.”

“I hurt you. I fucking hurt you.”

“You didn’t mean to, Lo.”

He bit his lip, holding back a sob. Still, a tear escaped his eye.

You hugged him solfty, not minding the sweat covering his skin and clothes, and rubbed his back.

“I’m sorry…i’m sorry baby i-“

You hear him finally break down a bit as his voice hitched. You rub his back more telling him it’s okay. You’re okay.

“I know, you’d never do it on purpose Logan…i forgive you. Look, I’m already halfway healed…it won’t even scar..” You pull back and gently held his face and kiss his forehead.

He sighed.

“Wanna stay up with me? Wash the sheets and sit outside a bit?” You smiled.

He nods. “I’m so sorry.”

You don’t respond as you get out of bed, pain on your sides quickly fading. You pull him with you and you both start pulling off the blood soaked sheets quietly.

Once everything is in the washer you sit with him on the couch in the dark, cuddled next to him as he smoked a cigar to calm his nerves.

“That was my worst nightmare.” He said softly as he took a long drag.

“I know..but i know you didnt mean too. You’ve been through a lot it was bound to happen at some point… and plus, i’m better now..”

“I…I dunno why you put up with me.”

“Because I love you. ‘Cause i know deep down you have a good soul.”

He huffed at this and smiled as he said, “Love, huh?”

“Yes, love. All of it. Your scars, your personality, just…you.”

Silence filled the room once more. He put the cigar out and laid it on the table then looked away.

“I’m just..scared. Of losing you. Are you sure? About us? This? I don’t want to hurt you anymore…i-“

“Logan, look at me.”

He turned to face you. Face unreadable as usual but you knew he felt worry.

“I’ll never leave you. And i’m so sure about us. 100%. You don’t have to be scared of anything considering that anymore. Okay? I’ll always love you.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment but then he closed the distance. Hugging you tightly. A soft thank you came from him moments later.

That night you two fell asleep on the couch in each others arms.

[fattributes]

Easy Sweet and Sour Sauce

[daily-deliciousness]

Sweet and sour ribs

[helbram]

friends to rely on

[rubiehart]

your bsf!jj posts are to die for actually i think i love him. thinking abt having a cute little beach day with him and having to shower together (cause it “saves water and like the earth and shit”) after he has the smart idea of throwing sand at each other

you’re standing under the soft stream of the water, little wooden latch on the shitty beach shower was broken, you were stuck using it after jj had the smart idea of kicking sand at eachother directly after getting out of the water. stupid.

reaching under your bikini and letting the water run in all the crevices that were now full of sand, no warning as the little wooden door swings open, you had no time to react before two strong arms were wrapping around your wet waist and moving you from under the stream.

“if you’d just excuse me just a second ma’am.” he says with a smirk, taking your place under the water, making it look a lot more appealing as he rolled his eyes back for effect. “mmmmm..’s sooooo warm…hey you wanna get in here or what? bet it’s pretty cold over there.” he quips with a shrug of his shoulders, no attempt at hiding his smirk as you roll your eyes.

“get your own shower asshole.” you huff, walking back under the stream nevertheless, letting it run over your hair, avering your eyes quickly from the water droplets running down jj’s tanned chest.

“got a little fire in ya today, huh?” and you smack his shoulder, clearly annoyed and he lifts a hand to his heart in mock offense. “okay- ouch.” he shakes his head like a dog splashing water everywhere. “‘m just tryna save water ‘kay? ‘s good for the planet n stuff..” he trails off, shrugging, running a ringed hand through his messy hair.

“it’s a public beach you idiot, and since when did you care about the planet?” you roll your eyes, as he shrugs with a grin, reaching to grab your towel from one of the hooks and putting it around his neck, pushing open the wooden door and strolling out of the shower. “that’s my fuckin’ towel jj!” you yell, one hand holding the door open as you watch him run back to the twinkie across the car park, slapping an angry hand up in the air and back down against your quickly drying thigh.

“finder’s keepers, sorry!” he chuckles as he races off, laughing hysterically as he watched you approach the twinkie, clearly freezing, the late evening wind whipping obnoxiously against your cold skin. your wet body slapping down onto the passenger seat of the twinkie as jj throws the towel at your face, still giggling at his own joke. you were so getting him back.