#sharp objections mentioned

[sugarysakurakitty]

My cat has a weird appreciation for approaching me while I'm holding sharp things. Good sir I don't want you to headbutt the knife. Please. Let me open packages and cut vegetables and cut zipties and try to remember how to open the peeling(?) Knife in peace without having to scramble to make sure you stay safe.

[lungthief]

Top 10 tv shows?

once again, in no particular order

1. succession

2. anne rice’s interview with the vampire

3. barry

4. mr. robot

5. hannibal

6. the good place

7. arrested development

8. derry girls

9. bbc merlin

10. versailles

[cursedlanternsstuff]

S I waited until Sunday to get a pumpkin, didn’t decide what I was doing until I said screw it all, I’ll carve Audrey 2.

I looked for a good reference picture to use, and through a picture that goes with an article about a remake of said plant’s 1986 movie, saw Gremlins’ Director and Gremlins 2’ Writer are apparently working on it.

So I carved the brain gremlin onto a jack-o’-lantern.

I don’t know how long it took me to draw this design.

But cutting the design out. I tend to be a bit haphazard carving stuff out.

Case in point being anytime I’m asked to cut and shape a cake for anything, my grandma who bakes it because she’s usually who gets asked to make cakes for people anyways. Well. She gets booted from the kitchen as soon as I go to start carving cake because she flinches and silent gasps like she’s watching a suspenseful horror movie.

Anyways, I cut the design out…in a little under an hour and half. Counting cleaning up the outside from the pumpkin mush.

Anyways here’s the pictures because I have no idea if tumblr app will let me move the drawn on picture up to that part of the text.

Remember, be safe using carving tools and sharp objects, cool designs are not worth a trip to medical facilities for more severe injuries! (I used two of those cheaper carving kit pumpkin saws in large and small size and while those are blunt I do not doubt that enough force could cause injury)

Happy Halloween!

[iamstuckinthevoid]

My jthm/question sleep shirt!

It's done with wool and I stabbed myself many times because the needle was so fucking sharp

[graveyarrdshift]

so i really do have cptsd, huh?

[cluster-b-culture-is]

Cluster B culture is making murder jokes and yelling while holding sharp objects because its a completely fine thing to terrify people right?

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[sadpotatosad26]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sanji & Usopp (One Piece), Sanji/Usopp (One Piece) Characters: Usopp (One Piece), Sanji (One Piece) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Harming Usopp, Usopp Need A Hug, and he gets it, worry sanji, Water 7 Arc (One Piece), Post-Water 7 Arc (One Piece), Minor Sanji/Usopp (One Piece) Series: Part 2 of “We love you Usopp” Summary:

Sanji was curious, Usopp loved to draw, it was one of his passion so of course he got supplies to do it; But the blonde cook noticed that he didn't have many pencils and even less any sharpener, that was odd…

Or; Sanji discovers the real reason Usopp doesn't use pencils

“Continuation” of The taste of Rain, Pain, and love

[mycooluser]

i need to cut so fucking bad im losing my goddamn mind i don’t know how much longer looking at old pictures of fresh cuts and feeling the bumps of my scars is gonna help me

[bloody-bone-corpse]

Omg

Ok, so while it's is day time (because I always seem to do these at night)

Let's do a poll!

⚠️⚠️Trigger Warning ⚠️

Sh related

ITS ALL FAKE - NONE OF THIS IS REAL.

NOTHING IS REAL

Please don't press "more" if this will trigger you !

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Last warning

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This poll if for when I only reach a set target weight (as a reward)

So this is only for when I reach, let's say 85 kilos. I'm at 91.8 right now

If you guys have any other suggestions pls feel free to dm me !

I love getting suggestions !

And I'm open to lots of things !

I'm leaving this vote open for a week so hopfully you can all vote !

This makes me so excited!

Stay safe everyone !

[gayeredin]

he needed so little to get a win

[habitual-creatures]

Uhhh Not sure if this is tmi. Sorry, but I apparently DID relapse, actually. Uh-

I'm just sorta talking about it for some reason below the cut because I can't explain this to my roommates or anyone tbh. Because I don't know how to explain my mental health. And like what- HOW THE FUCK DO I NOT REMEMBER.

Mmmmmmmmm- Okay. Yep.

Forgot that happened.

Was wondering why my arm felt so itchy...

My wrist/forearm looks like it got clawed to shit by a cat.

Soooo...

Well, fuck.

There goes that whatever-amount-of-time-without.

Guess I'm starting over again.

Even if I don't remember doing it, I still fucking did. So... oh fucking well...

These look like hell on my fucking arm. What the fuck did I even DO?

Uh... mod fails don't relapse challenge?

[dadflower-formerly-madflower]

We did jack-o'-lanterns last night, basically just painted on the pumpkins. With what transpired, I would NOT trust my son with sharp objects. Everyone has fun though, that's what matters.

[spiderson-fanfics]

The adoption

“Get away from him!” I shouted, i was holding out my knife keeping my brother close to my side

\\pause: hello! My name is Y/n Parker, my parents were killed along with my aunt and uncle. All of them were killed in a mugging. My brother and I are currently 4 and 7. Im 3 years older than Peter.// the kid’s in front of Peter and I found a what looks like a piece of rebar, the kid i front of the others lunged at Peter I closed my knife and jumped in front of my brother my whole world going black

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“Hay tones!” Stephen greeted when his fiancée walked in.

“hay Steph.”

“everything alright love?” Stephan asked worriedly

“yeah just a long day.” Tony said with a sigh

Stephan pulled tony into a hug trying to comfort him.

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Peter was crying in the hospital waiting room the group home manager putting on a fake ‘I care about what’s happening’ face Peter knew damn well that she’s faking. His thoughts are interrupted by the doctor coming out to talk to them.

“hello my name is doctor Conwell.” The doctor greeted

Peter perked up “how’s my sister?” He asked trying to be tough, for a 4 year old, that was hard.

“well Y/n will have epilepsy due to the head injury” doctor Conwell concluded

“what does that mean?” Peter asked

“shush Peter let the adults talk.” Said the group home manager

doctor Conwell completely ignored the woman’s statement and turned to Peter. “Well It means that your sister would faint then start shaking and it can’t really be stopped” she said

“oh so like seizers?” He asked forgetting that its not common to understand that since he’s a 4 year old.

“Y-Yes they are seizers” doctor Conwell said wondering how this kid knew what seizers were.

Peter nodded remembering what his sister taught him about first aid.

“how do you know that kid aren’t you 4” the doctor questioned

Peter then realized that it wasn’t common knowledge for a 4 year old. “Oh um,” Peter stammered, “ my sister taught me enough first aid to be able to help anyone who needed it.” He said

the doctor nodded “follow me you may see her”

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*Watching the news* “Jesus fuck!” Tony almost yells

“what?!” Stephan asked concerned from the kitchen

“you know the group home 2 houses down?”

“yeah-?” Stephan says confused

“apparently a 7 year old girl named ‘ Y/n Parker’ fell down 2 flights of stairs crushed her skull and gained epilepsy.”

“what the- falling down two flights of stairs wouldn’t make you crush your skull” Stephan explains going into doctor mode.

Tony goes wide eye. “You think-?”

“that there’s more going on? Yes.” Stephan says

“what are we going to do Steph?” Tony asked

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Thats all for this chapter! Chapter two comes out probably tomorrow or Monday! Sorry it’s short I’ll try to make them longer but otherwise have a great day, night, or what ever Time you are reading this at! yours truly

spiderson-fanfics

[tallaennatargaryen]

Wife Speak

Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: You asked Bucky to install the security camera a month ago, and he still hasn’t done it. You take matters into your own hands, to his vexation.

Warnings: Bucky's been too busy to do what you asked, you put yourself in slight peril, worried!Bucky, gentle manhandling, protective!Bucky, mention of previous injury, my own lack of construction know-how so I apologize for any inaccuracies, no use of Y/N

This is my first time writing in second person so hopefully I did okay! This was inspired by this short I saw on YouTube.

You were good at a lot of things. The team’s go-to “girl in the chair,” there was no one better at intel, strategy, quick escape plans, and getting into just about any system you were presented with. You’d had the Avengers’ lives in your hands countless times, and never led them to put a foot wrong. Somehow, you, a girl with just a bachelor’s degree, a–perhaps excessive–perfectionist streak, and a mini fridge full of energy drinks to help you stay sharp on overnight missions, had become indispensable to the Earth’s mightiest heroes.

But you couldn’t install a security camera above your front door.

As smart as you were, you were probably equally as uncoordinated. All the bruises in odd places told the tale of your frequent misfortune. Walking by itself often presented a perilous challenge, so standing on a ladder, balancing precariously with expensive equipment and sharp objects in your hands seemed like a perfect recipe for a trip to the ER and a costly bill for tech replacements.

Which was why you’d asked your husband, a super soldier with a metal arm and a keen eye for home repairs, to do it.

A month ago.

And three weeks ago.

And two weeks ago.

And last week.

You were tired of waiting. Bucky, of course, was busy, and often away on missions, but you only ever asked him to do it when he had a moment to spare. He’d said he would, every time you’d asked, but there was still no camera above your front door. On top of it all, the camera had been Bucky’s idea, a little extra security for when he was away on missions; it was one of Stark’s smart cameras, which could differentiate between a mailman dropping off a package and a criminal about to break into the house. Bucky didn’t exactly know how all of that worked, but he was good with the installation, and you both knew better than to assign the job to you. But the camera had sat there for a month, collecting dust on the dining room table, and despite all his promises, you knew it was time to take matters into your own hands.

And maybe get a little payback while you were at it.

It was a warm spring day, and the front door was open to let the breeze in but the screen door was in place to keep the bugs out. Bucky was in the kitchen, making lunch, so he’d be able to hear everything easily, between his proximity, the open door, and his enhanced hearing. Smirking to yourself, you set up the ladder as quietly as possible, knowing that that alone would tip Bucky off and make him come rushing out before you were ready. If this was going to get done today, you needed to execute the full plan.

Picking up the electric drill and the mount for the camera, you put one foot up on the ladder, and held down the trigger of the drill for a few seconds, causing a loud whirring sound to tear through the quiet midday air. Just as you took another step up and held down the trigger again, Bucky’s voice carried out from the kitchen.

“Doll?” he questioned, and it took everything in you not to laugh. You gave no answer, instead only whirring the drill once more as you climbed to the top of the ladder. “What are you doing?”

You might have felt bad about the panic and concern in his voice, but if he’d done this a month ago when you’d asked, you wouldn’t have to go to such lengths to have it be done. Natasha had called it wife speak, when women use their sly little tricks to get their husbands to do what they need to. She used it with Banner, Pepper used it with Tony, Wanda used it with Vision; it was a universal language amongst women when requests and orders just weren’t cutting it.

Holding the mount up against the wall, you furrowed your brow in concentration as you tried to figure out how to hold the mount, place the screw, and drill it in all at the same time with only two hands. Judging by the purposeful footsteps pounding towards the front door, you knew you wouldn’t have to keep trying to figure it out for long. Still, you kept up the ruse, because he needed to think you were serious about doing it yourself if he was going to get it done right this minute.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Bucky asked, voice raising with alarm as he found you balancing precariously on top of the small ladder. Paying him no mind, you decided to just wing it and put the drill into the head of the screw, pulling the trigger to send the screw spinning into the wall. For extra effect, you added a little wobble, just enough to make Bucky worry more but not so much that your uncoordinated self would actually fall. “Honey! Stop! What are you doing?”

“What?” you responded innocently, still not turning around. “I’m putting up the camera.”

“Why?” His hands grasped at your waist, but you pushed him away as you continued your ruse and placed the next screw.

“Because it needs to go up?” you said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, because it was, hello, and you’d asked him to do it so many times. Once more, you placed the drill into the screw head and let it rip, watching it spin into place. Maybe you could do it yourself. Maybe impatience was all it took to overcome your incoordination. 

“Baby. Baby, baby, baby.” Bucky’s hands were on your waist again, this time with a firmer grip so you couldn’t brush him off so easily. “Come off the ladder.”

“It needs to go up, Bucky,” you insisted, milking your moment of acting for all it was worth.

“I know, so I’ll do it, okay? Just please, come off the ladder.”

“I’ve asked you a million times over the last month to do it and you still haven’t, so I’m gonna do it and then I’ll know it's done.”

The drill was slightly stuck in the screw head once it was screwed all the way in. You gave it a tug, and the force of it combined with the resistance of the drill to come loose caused you to tip backwards slightly; for a moment, you thought you might fall, but you regained your balance after a second or two. Still, it was a second or two too long for Bucky, who’d had enough of asking nicely and being patient. 

“Alright, that’s it,” he declared, using his strength and his grip on your waist to lift you off the ladder and set you on the wooden boards of the porch like you were little more than a doll. You almost grinned at the move, as being on the receiving end of his enhanced strength and fierce protectiveness always made your stomach do somersaults. By the time he spun you around to face him though, you had regained your self-control and regarded him with a displeased scowl. “What are you doing, huh, doll? You know I don’t like you up on that thing.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you huffed, “Well, someone has to put the camera up, since you’ve proven yourself incapable.” You turned to step back onto the ladder, but Bucky grasped your arm gently and pulled you to him, maneuvering at the same time to take the drill and the remaining screws from you. You resisted, but even when he was diluting his strength, you couldn’t hope to best him, so instead you started to complain, “Bucky-”

“I know, doll, I know,” he said, voice soft as he pried the drill and screws out of your hands. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then your nose for extra contrition. “I’m sorry. I should’ve done it when you asked me to, but I’ll do it right now, okay? Just…please stay off the ladder?”

“Why? ‘Cause I’m a girl?”

Bucky chuckled in amusement, his free hand rising to cup your cheek and pull you closer so he could press a sweet kiss to your lips. You melted against him instantly, as you always did, because Bucky always kissed you like he was trying to transfer his heart from his body to yours, deeply and wholly and with every ounce of love that he had. After a moment, he pulled away, though he kept his nose touching yours as his twinkling eyes gazed at you adoringly. “It’s not because you’re a girl, it’s because it’s you, doll. The last time I trusted you with a drill and screws, you drilled your sleeve into the wall and broke your finger trying to pull it free.”

Nose scrunching and lips pouting, you did your best to fight off a smile, trying to lay it on just a little thicker to make sure you would get what you wanted. “Promise you’ll do it right now?”

“Pinky promise.” Bucky held up his pinky finger between you, and you locked yours around it. “You can stay and watch if you want, just to be sure. I think you’ll like the view.”

Rolling your eyes, you gave him another quick peck before stepping back and nodding for him to climb up the ladder. Once his back was turned and he was on the top step, your mischievous smirk returned in full force, not only because of your triumph, but because you really did like the view.

[habitual-creatures]

Mmmmmmmm- yay.

Mod tries not to relapse challenge!

Yayyyyyyyyyyy. I'm fine. It's whatever.

I have no need to find that fuckin sharpener blade again. I don't need to use it to feel. I don't need it to get me in a high. I don't need it to let me lick lanes of my own rubies for fun. I don't need it to get me smiling again. I don't need it to reopen old lines. I don't need it to get giddy. I don't need it.

[toothsometvuniverse]

interview with the vampire, peaky blinders, dead ringers, and swarm too

twin peaks, hannibal, true detective season 1, sharp objects, the terror, yellowjackets

teeth and flesh. becoming the monster... the toothsome tv universe