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[itsliyahhbih]

Fat nuggets’ thread 🩷🖤

[cheer-nympho]

Demon Eddie this, Demon Eddie that…take a minute to picture Demon STEVE

Theres so much fun to be had with that. Maybe that’s how he got to the top, favours and exchanges

People come to him with requests and they don’t know how, but he always gets it done.

And then they owe him.

It becomes a thing for him to jokingly go “you owe me!” With a big smile, but they literally do. And he always cashes in, but usually just for small things he wants in the moment. Like a spare cigarette or a drink at a party.

And hey! Maybe Eddie DOES try to summon demons…

And one night, after he’s playing dress up as a satanist, he finally manages to summon one successfully.

Not that he knows that, all he knows is that Steve Harrington is knocking on his door all of a sudden.

Stupid puffy hair and goofy grin staring at him while he leans in.

“You called?”

And Eddie looks towards the phone slowly and back to Steve. Because no, no he didn’t.

He’s too tired and high to even pretend to be polite, just shutting the door in his face before leaning against it with a deep sigh.

But when he opens his eyes, Steve is stood there. In his trailer. As if Eddie didn’t just block his only way in and- okay, yeah. His eyes are fucking red.

He probably shouldn’t have used that book.

[itscolossal]

Deniz Kurdak Crafts Fragility and Resilience in Embroidered Depictions of Porcelain

[chris-elkar]

"Yup." If Leon wanted to be a cat playing with his food, then Chris decided to be the least amusing mouse ever. "Pet project is going fine. I've been looking at the antibiotic properties of vampire blood. If you want to come by the lab, I'd be happy to show you a couple sample plates. I could even draw your blood for the demonstration." He wanted to throw in his own jab about Leon's business dealings or about maybe making some kind of positive contribution to society but held his tongue.

“Ohh someone’s feeling feisty tonight, aren’t they?” Leon’s voice was mocking and light, a smile on his face in response to the young vampire’s annoyance. “Don’t worry that adorable little head of yours though— I wouldn’t dare steal that title from you. I had just thought I’d see how Teddy’s pet project was fairing is all.” He gave a brief pause to administer a rather blatant judging look before adding, “I admit I had much higher hopes, but I’m sure you’re use to disappointing others at this point.”

[breadandthread]

My latest knitting project is a ludicrous idea - a large Shetland ring shawl in yarn so thin it's basically thread. I am aiming to knit this for my wedding which is possibly next year, and it almost certainly won't be finished by then. I will try to update here as I progress and face the consequences of my hubris. Top image is my progress so far on the edging of the first border. Bottom image is a completed project by Ravelry user Q-knitter.

Pattern: The Queen Ring Shawl by Sharon Miller (Heirloom Knitting)

Yarn: Jamieson & Smith, Shetland Supreme (100% pure Shetland wool)

Hazel

[heartnosekid]

🌓 mimikyu 🪡

with no people or hands for anon!

🪡-🌓-🪡 / 🌓-🪡-🌓 / 🪡-🌓-🪡

[ask-hws-america]

In a volcano, maybe?

Mini Me's Tour of the Smithsonian:

National Museum of American History

[yreez]

Some Isha frames cause why not 🧵:

[melancholicmoonlight]

It's been a few weeks since Jameson mauled Reid, hahaha. When he finally pulls himself out of the bed at Scarletts Inn, he finds himself much too tired and achy to do whatever sort've job she's going to ask of him today.

Jameson pulls his legs over the side of his bed and sits there a moment, his palms pressed over his eyes. After a few seconds like that, he finally stands and gets dressed, stomping into his boots and leaving the room.

He makes his way to the counter to look for Scarlett, rubbing his eye. He looks kind of haggard, and to be quite frank, he looks like he’s sick. “What was it you wanted me to do, again?”

[vinceaddams]

Guess who found SIX THOUSAND YARDS of black 100% cotton thread at the thrift store?!! (Minus the outer layer, which I removed because it was faded and dirty.) It smells a bit musty but it's still in good condition!

It may sound like an infinite supply of thread, but I've used up more than twice that amount at my part time alterations job in the past 5 years.

I'm going to have to either wind it onto normal sized spools to use it, or set up one of those arm with wire loop thingies that industrials have so I can set it on the table, because huge cones like this just don't work on the little pins on top of domestic machines.

[ezfontes]

Ezequiel laughs that's some wild assumption to make about someone, but there was something to be said about the blunt humor in his voice. "Well... I cannot say I do, as funny as that would be."

"No, I just like books, drinks and good company." He grinned, nodding at the present one as he was offered a seat, he sipped on his drink glad to be welcomed and truthfully, glad for a face like his in this crowd. At least he seemed to appreciate the armor, he was almost getting used to it. "I don't mind some fucking, don't worry."

He laughs, pulling the spear towards him. "I'm getting used to the whole thing too. Wild. Seeing gods, being claimed as their children." He gestured at his outfit. "Getting a makeover. Feels surreal, but there's always been... something. Can't say it's all unexpected."

"Makes me the tiniest bit worried of what's to come though, if they're doing this." He gestures around camp, at all the new demigods.

OPEN!

Ezequiel didn't know what to do with the armor, and the shield, and the spear. He didn't know if he should take off the crown, he didn't know what it would be like now, and he didn't know these people.

Good thing was he was used to being in strange places, digging into long forgotten secrets and making himself known around. It was just like work, right? He could easily handle that.He could wrap his head around gods, and magic, and the shadows and visions given by ambrosia later. Could probably spend the night trying to figure it out.

Now though, now he joined the crowd of people looking for a nice time after that, or distraction, or companionship. Maybe all three at once.

He found himself a drink, nursed on it until his eyes found a familiar face from earlier, "You know," he started, in the tone he used when he wanted his students to lean in and pay attention, "I've learned the most important things when you're settling into a new place for a while is to find where they keep their books, and where they keep their booze." He raised his glass, "'tis the doorway to meeting the most interesting people anywhere." And once he was done with the booze he intended to find those books.

"Admittedly," He conceded with an amused shrug, "I had never met gods before. How's that going for you?"

[killyridols]

agnes (agnes pelton 1881-1961) by aili schmeltz, 2024, thread, acrylic, & fabric dye on canvas + muslin over panel, 96 × 72 inches

[imp-and-skizz-but-everywhere]

To kick off summer, Imp and Skizz are throwing a beach party!

They're setting up refreshments while they wait for everyone!

[lucca-strangee]

『ᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ǫᴜᴇʙʀᴀ ᴇ ᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ɴãᴏ ǫᴜᴇʙʀᴀ ɴғ ᴇ ᴄᴇᴛᴏsᴇ 』

[ Um fio para os paranóicos... <3 ]

• ᴏ ǫᴜᴇ é ɴғ ᴇ ᴄᴇᴛᴏsᴇ?

NF = No food (sem comida)

Cetose: Processo onde o corpo queima gordura e proteína ao invés de carboidrato.

• ᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ᴇᴜ ᴘᴏssᴏ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪʀ ᴅᴇ ɴғ?

Água, chá, café e limonada (com e sem adoçante 0kcal), coca zero, água com gás, bebidas 0 kcal e sopa ana.

• ᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ǫᴜᴇʙʀᴀ ɴғ?

Açúcar, calorias, mel, aveia, chocolate, energético, leite, amendoim, comer e miar, sopa, frutas, biscoito, ovo, suco, álcool, comida de bicho, iogurte, pirulito, xilitol, leite em pó, maltodextrina, BCAA, vegetais, óleo, farinha, biotônico, xarope, smoothies, manteiga, margarina, whey, ovo, melancia, pepino, uva, água de coco, gelatina, etc.

• ᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ɴãᴏ ǫᴜᴇʙʀᴀ ɴғ?

Remédio, vitaminas, vinagre, limão, canela, molho de pimenta, pelinha do dedo, unha, cabelo, catarro, sangue, perfume, batom, colágeno, creatina, fibra em pó, papel, cocaína, cigarro, pasta de dente, listerine, sal, saliva, esperma, mijo desodorante, cheiro de comida, sabão, shampoo, suor, bicarbonato, lágrimas, poeira, pelinha da bochecha, morder a língua, laxante, maconha, água 0kcal aromatizada/saborizada, buceta, etc.

• ᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ǫᴜᴇʙʀᴀ ᴄᴇᴛᴏsᴇ?

Carboidratos (20g), açúcar, mel, pirulito, chocolate, frutas, arroz, cenoura, pão, ervilha, biscoito de arroz, chips, banana, cerveja, batata doce, leite animal, granola, iogurte, maltodextrina, aveia, quinoa, óleo, suco, doce, sucrilhos, margarina, etc.

• ᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ɴãᴏ ǫᴜᴇʙʀᴀ ᴄᴇᴛᴏsᴇ?

Carne, peixe, ovo, amendoim, nozes, verduras, brócolis, couve flor, linguiça, manteiga, ALGUNS iogurtes, queijo, óleo de coco, azeite, frutinhas, abacate, palmito, banha, açaí puro, adoçante, produtos sem lactose, leite de amêndoa, vodka, chá gelado, coca zero, limão, canela, catarro, esperma, sangue, suor, lágrimas, mijo, papel, plástico, algodão, madeira, cigarro, chiclete, whey, barra de proteína, atum em lata, vape, gelatina zero, buceta, saliva, energético, pelinha, caldo de ossos, soro, fibra, psyllium, etc.

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A thread não é de minha autoria !

Perfil da autora diva:

https://x.com/ambien_baby?t=7Oe-H2CfMFW4sZFbG0TceQ&s=09

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[jiya-santa]

"Who said she lived to tell the tale?" Jiya tried to keep her face neutral, but she never had been much of an actress and was soon cracking a smile. "She may say differently, but it was my birthday cake and she was not entitled to the last slice." It wasn't often Jiya revealed that. Not for anyone particular reason, only that it was so silly to argue with a sibling over a slice of cake like she had. It wasn't usually a side of her that she revealed to people so early into meeting them, or at all. It was a far cry from the perfectly put together, polished doctor she presented to the world.

Although Jiya was used to keeping her emotions from her face, her utter revulsion at even the words 'ambrosia salad' couldn't be contained. "I know we've only just met, but I'm not sure I've ever been so insulted in my life." Shaking her head slowly, Jiya took a deep breath as if attempting to calm herself. "There are so many good desserts and some people still go for it, it blows my mind. I'd rather just have a banana." Tapping a nail against the tabletop, Jiya looked across at Cem, her eyes widening slightly. "Was this reverse psychology? Are you an ambrosia lover? Because if that's the case, I'll go through the door, I don't need to hide through the window."

Smirking a little, Jiya nodded as she glanced across to the bathroom doors before she looked over at him. "Oh, you got it. I'll make sure to sneak back in just to make sure you are crying into whatever you're given, you know, just for a future story."

Brushing her hair over the shoulder furthest from him so she could hear him a little better, Jiya offered another small smile. "For reference, my favourite dessert in the world is mango and raspberry cheesecake, I singlehandedly keep the cheesecake factory afloat in take out orders and I will only ever have a chocolate fudge cake for my birthday and it has to have chocolate covered strawberries on it." She even had to tip the delivery driver more for the restaurant being too far away from her New York apartment. "So what's yours? Let's see if I can guess all about Cem by your favourite dessert."

Cem watches her carefully—not with the kind of careful eye that measures or judges, but the kind that notices. The clench of her hand. The subtle nod instead of words. The way her voice steadies just enough to keep from shaking. He doesn’t call attention to any of it. Doesn’t need to. Instead, he lets her keep her shields up while quietly making space for her behind his own.

At her joke about dessert, his grin flickers back to life, slow and lazy, like he’s settling into a chair that fits just right. “Noted. Fruity desserts are sacred territory. Got it.” He taps two fingers against his temple like he's committing it all to memory. “And your sister clearly has my respect. Anyone who survives a dessert standoff with you and lives to tell the tale is a legend in my book.”

He doesn’t miss the faint blush either, though he pretends to—at least outwardly. But something shifts in the way his gaze softens, just for a breath, and the warmth in it lingers even as his words keep their usual levity.

“Next time, yeah.” He echoes her words like a quiet promise, letting them land between them without pressure. “Assuming, of course, I don’t bolt first when you confess to liking—what, like... key lime pie? Or god forbid, ambrosia salad.” He pulls a face like he's just tasted something vile. “If your favorite dessert involves mini marshmallows and canned fruit, this entire night never happened. I was never here.”

Then, he leans slightly closer, elbows resting on the bar, voice lowering again—not serious, exactly, but gentler. “But hey... if you do sneak out the bathroom window, give me a ten-second head start. That way I can pretend I’m too cool to care while I cry into whatever monstrosity that poor bartender drags out.”

His smile tilts crooked, teasing, but his eyes are earnest—steady in a way that says I see you, even if he’s not saying the words out loud.

“And don’t worry. I’ll leave the window unlocked for you next time too. Just in case you change your mind.”