#the pizzas in the cabin

[kasiobite03]

the empty frame in bobbys castle tower is a metaphor for jaiden and roiers family. they shared a house a bed items son, roier showed her his basement, melissa, his betrayal scars, and his home that was meant to be a community house. and jaiden couldnt fully believe she wasnt taking too much when it was her house! it was her base too! she moved out of the home she was building to move in with roier but she still felt like an intruder to her own home! she saw it as a temporary home for until she could move out and build her own base. but she still cared for and accepted every part of roier. and roier loved jaiden back too! when they died in that airship, he cleared out the dungeon and gave jaiden armor and spirit orbs and when jaiden accepted his anger and blame it just fizzled out. jaiden understands. so then roier left a empty frame at the bottom of the tower for jaiden to fill whenever she came back and they laughed and joked while tucking bobby in and jaiden said i bet you a hundred million dollars we'll see bobby tomorrow and roier said are you sure and it was a joke and then tomorrow came and jaiden was an hour too late. and then roier joked and laughed and when jaiden came and he had to break the news he couldn't anymore. because with jaiden roier can let down the jokes and with roier jaiden can be sure he has her back and support and when jaiden fell off the edge roier jumped down to join her before she could even say anything and they had pvp lessons together and a heart to heart as the sun rised and in the end the community house lays abandoned and bobby fields is filled with copies of the best day they had together and the attic is never looked at again and the top floor of bobbys tower isnt either.

[gentlemanmotorslifestyle]

[musubiki]

Dumbass hostage falls out of tree trying to escape

[aretakh]

Pizza time with amazing view ⛰🌳🌿🍕

[allyheart707]

“Greetings from Cabin 11, I have come to inform you about how to correctly create a S’more”

Donnie will NOT tolerate any burnt marshmallows

(@tmnt-fandom-faimly-reunion)

... It's not burnt at least?

[weneedatdcharacterwho]

we need a td character who tries to get a pizza delivered but fails

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[kat-katharsis]

This idea was provided to me by my sister so here you go

[aroaceleovaldez]

doodle page from a couple months ago of demigods with unusual weapons cause i was thinking about it again the other day

[ehlnofay]

saw a video of a kangaroo and people were saying Took me ages to figure out what this animal was... tragic. I know not everyone in the world can be australian but like. you've never had a roo try to steal pizza crusts out of your kitchen bin. not even a wallaby. i'm so sorry for your loss

[wolfswitcheryanimations]

Hey, hey, made a fanfic out of that Evil Dead AU i've drawn a bunch of stuff about! These guys are going on a roadtrip and absolutely nothing bad will happen to them!

Plus, a dumb joke featuring @pepperonitowerask Peppino and @peppizza-au Peppino.

[dove-da-birb]

random asks! - what is your favo(u)rite item of clothing? (sweater, hoodie, boots, etc)

-favorite music genre? -favorite place you've vacationed? could also be like a simple, peaceful little spot (i.e. like a gazebo at a park or somethin :D anywhere you find peace)

-pineapple on pizza?

what is your favo(u)rite item of clothing? (sweater, hoodie, boots, etc)

Favourite practical item; my overalls. Super comfy and I got them for like 40 bucks.

Favourite not-so-practical item; my velvet green dress that I thrifted. It needs so alterations done for it to fit properly. Haven't worn it anywhere, but I wanted a fancy dress. It gives jazz lounge singer.

favorite music genre?

Anything indie really! I actually took a look at my 2022 Spotify Wrapped; 101 genres explored. My most listened-to genres being pop, lo-fi beats, indie pop, rock, and indie folk... also listened to Spotify for 54,205 minutes in total last year.

favorite place you've vacationed? could also be like a simple, peaceful little spot (i.e. like a gazebo at a park or somethin :D anywhere you find peace)

I've only vacationed in one spot, and that was at a family friend's cabin a few hours up north; we used to go there for a week every summer. It was nice. No internet, but I mainly read books and swam in the small river in the back.

For more local; I like going to the lake (15 minute drive), or going to sit by the river (3 minute walk).

pineapple on pizza?

That's my favourite, and is the only pizza I really eat!

[spikyseasponge]

Wanderchatt retreat via bc.uplifts

[fuckyeahtravelphotos]

Booth, the Cabin restaurant, Bath, Maine

[iamthelandscape]

Raleigh Family Room Music Room Inspiration for a small 1950s enclosed dark wood floor family room remodel with a music area, beige walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace and no tv

[hrefna-the-raven]

Stay with me?

Masterlist - Horror masterlist - Misc.

Art the Clown x female reader

Warnings: smut (18+)

Summary: As his eyes fell upon your slouched figure on the red bench, rolling your eyes in boredom at whatever your friend was prattling on about, Art realised he had either made a grave mistake or stumbled upon something incredibly right.

Notes: don't worry, the toilet seat is closed, no Art "art" in this oneshot 😂

Reader: female reader, female genitals, no pronouns except you

Art continued to blink in disbelief, his body frozen mid-movement. This was not the usual scenario he found himself in, and his mind struggled to grasp the reality of being pinned down on the toilet seat of the small pizza place, with you straddling him.

It was always the same, he'd pick a girl, or two, obviously flirt with her, she'd be crept out, run, scream and then he'd butcher her, slowly, make a funny spectacle out of it and call it a day. The perfect plan for an evening's twisted entertainment. But tonight was different. As his eyes fell upon your slouched figure on the red bench, rolling your eyes in boredom at whatever your friend was prattling on about, Art realised he had either made a grave mistake or stumbled upon something incredibly right. In that very moment, when your gaze met his for the first time, an inexplicable and unfamiliar pressure gripped his chest—a warning and an irresistible urge all at once. Before he knew what happened, his body found its way to the seat on the opposite side of you and your friends. He rested his elbows on the table, placing his chin in his folded hands, while a wide smile adorned his black painted lips, revealing his decaying teeth. Little did Art know that the first flutter of butterflies had already emerged within you when you spotted him outside the quaint restaurant. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been this genuine surprise that washed over his twisted mind when he spotted your charming smile directed at him. His hands fumbled on the tiny ring on your finger, as if they couldn't believe you had actually accepted it and that, in return, you gifted him a tight warm hug.

Art's head fell back against the cold tiles, his mouth gaping in a silent moan, eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling when you sunk down on him. The way your wet cunt swallowed him completely, your greedy walls clenching around his throbbing length, it would classify perfectly under "exquisitely divine" or at least whatever someone as rotten as Art might deem as such. He was a creature of many pleasures, ranging from the bloodiest to the most macabre. However, this was novel to him, prompting his mind to consider adding this sensual discovery to his usual repertoire of amusements. His gloved hands shifted to your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh, guiding your movements and urging you to quicken the pace. Art took a deep quivering breath, teetering on the precipice of that sweet release that beckoned him to surrender but instead he tried to focus on his surroundings. The soft fabric of his costume pulled around his feet brushing against his skin with each movement, the hum of the flickering light above casting dancing shadows upon the cabin walls around the two of you while the luscious melody of your moans cradled his rotten heart.

Fingertips gently grasped his chin, guiding his head downwards to meet your gaze once more. Sinful delight danced across your face as you whispered his name in a seductive murmur. A fierce fire blazed in your eyes as they locked with his and he suddenly felt like burning away underneath your gentle touch. Art's body tensed for a moment before finally tumbling into the abyss of the pleasure you had unveiled before him. Countless images flooded his mind, filling every crevice of his thoughts as he came undone. You followed soon after, your lips crashing on his in a passionate kiss. As you pulled away, a blissful expression adorned the beauty of your face and your hazy eyes stared into his distorted soul, a firework exploded throughout Art's entire body. The others in the restaurant felt as far as the faint murmurs behind that closed door and in this moment, only you existed. You became the new center of his universe, his beloved muse whose every touch and sound granted him visions of a world painted in blood. He had to keep you, all to himself and, somehow, it felt only natural to him, as if this decision had been engraved in stone since the beginnings of Hell. Art tilted his head slightly, observing with curiosity as you climbed off him and cleaned both of you up. You took an exaggerated bow and held your hand out with a mischievous grin as if you invited him to take it and stand up. He gladly accepted, lifting himself up and kissing the back of your hand with a wide smile before pulling up his costume. He mimicked a sigh, shaking his head while a genuine happy smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It became undeniable how it delighted him that you had chosen to join in the pantomime from the moment you realised he wouldn't communicate in any other way. The gleeful joy and that hint of a mischievous sparkle in your eyes proved that you were more than willing to play his fun little games with him.

Art led you to the mirror, exhaling onto it before he hastily scribbled something in the mist on its surface.

Will you come and stay with me? 🤍

You nodded and chuckled, playfully tapping his shoulder.

"Did you really believe I'd let someone as delicious as you leave again?"

He feigned a thoughtful expression before shaking his head. His fingers entwined with yours and he guided you out. Both of you walked past your friend, out of the pizza place, disappearing into the dark of the night.

Feel free to reblog if you enjoyed the story 😊

[catboy-cabin]

this post reminded me of something that's been rattling around in my brain since the first time i watch vol 2 & i still have yet to see anyone else really talk about this so i guess i have to now before it makes me insane:

the way that el not being able to find max in the void is revealed.

she finds the empty coke bottle she & max used to decide who to spy on in s3 under her old bed in the cabin, and when she spins it, it transitions to her alone in the void (or something like that, it's been a while since i last watched this scene).

the fact that she spins the bottle always really stuck out to me, even the first time i watched this scene. like idk it feels more significant than just a cool transition. it feels like el is making a decision here.

obviously, when she looks for max in the void, she's trying to make sure that max is okay. but i can't help but think that there's something more to it, that maybe el was looking for max to bc she wanted reassurance that it's okay for her to break up with mike (just like mike tries to get from will throughout s4, as the post i linked earlier points out).

it's pretty much a foregone conclusion that max will give her that reassurance, but if el can't get to max, then spinning that old coke bottle might just be the next best thing.