#COLD NUGGETS

[creamaccino]

[kagender]

i had a dream where i ate chicken nuggets. what do you guys think about chicken nuggets

[quilbug-draws]

Just besties being siblings Nugget, Poppy & Gleam - @starving-dropartist Brun - @pogglins

[abby420]

never underestimate the effect a refresh clean of your room, clean sheets, opening your blinds to let the sun in, starting a new hobby, and a good comfort meal can have on your mental health

[pandaemoanium]

i dont normally enjoy saunas but man am i excited to get in and relax tonight

[orcelito]

Nothing like the healing quality of a cat nap and ibuprofen

[moonysfavoritetoast]

@cannedworma’s breakfast in bed

[84reedsy]

Behold! Part 2! This time with the added bonus of facial expressions, that'll make you think certain thoughts (if you know what I mean *wink wink*). I hope I'm not coming across as weird; I'm just a gal who's thirsty for Austin too.

https://youtu.be/0wlHyH_r_N0?feature=shared

Not weird in the slightest! If you're thirsty, my little corner of Tumblr is THE place for you (bring it allllll)

TW: More grumbly old man cursing and egregious sex faces

And Steve....1000% IG needs to see your pale white chest sir, maybe second to your kitties, but uh...we ain't turning down you showing some skin either, dude-who-spent-most-of-his-career-in-nothing-but-a-tiny-black-speedo

I maaaaaay have to quote some of this for a SCSA one-shot 🤔

[magstorrn]

if ikea actually discontinue the plant balls or veggie balls i will turn into the joker

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Look at these absolute chonkers blocking my way to my house

[jrueships]

ted i have no idea of the context of this but i have Vital maxey content to show you https://twitter.com/ChrisScorch/status/1724566019812012282

it's like my favorite thing ever when videos just suddenly end with a silent selfie

[capricious-bastard13]

Grey skies envelop its residents below. Pouring out its tears in waves, washing away the heat, the smog, the hustle and bustle.

The sun hides away behind its clouds, unable to peek through even just the slimmest of slivers of its rays. Tucked away and shivering from the cold.

Legs entwined, hands roaming, eyes flutter about. He can feel the way his hair has become a tangled mess from tossing and turning, tied and bundled up together by the pillow beneath his head. From where he lays, he’s unable to get a glimpse of the clock nor his phone, too far from reach, limbs too heavy to move.

There’s a haze still resting against his vision, the world a fuzzy mess of confusion and detachment, his brain too slow still to resume its usual processes. In that bridge between wakefulness and slumber, Sanji breathes out as he listens to the hard pitter-patter of rain slamming against the windows. A rush of water hitting the pavement and concrete, dousing everything in heavy water.

Steadily as he tries to come to, mind still being reeled in by the beguiling thought of sleep, his hand moves without conscious thought, fingers radio static as they run through short strands, blunt nails scratching along a scalp.

A sleepy, delighted hum rings through, vibrations sent from the surface and burrowing into the depths of his core. He can’t help but hum back, voice raspier from sleep, quieter.

Arms encircle him, skin radiating nothing but warmth and home. A foot trails along the length of his leg, toes flying by the smoothness of flesh and hair before tangling with other toes. Sanji giggles, gripping hair between his fingers, shaking the head buried into his chest. “Gorilla grippers,” he says mindlessly, the term too funny this early in a grey morning.

“’hurrup...” Lashes flutter as it struggles to open, tickling where it meets skin. Lips pouting as it presses chaste kisses in its reach, soft and plump in their mission.

Sanji hums a cooing noise, scratching rhythmically, soothing and lulling them both back in Sandman’s embrace. Palms press heat into his back, spreading wide and encompassing. Arching toward the body atop, slotting himself into place, sighing contentedly, bodies warm in the cool sheets.

The kisses stop, nose nuzzling against him, scooting upward to hide into the crook of his neck and shoulder, breathing him in, pressing in tighter. Winding his arms around the other, he tilts his head just so, kiss on the temple with a sigh, adoring and endeared.

[starry-bite]

no thoughts head empty just considering eurydice singing 'all i've ever known' to persephone.

'suddenly there's sunlight all around me' etc.

that interview where eva talked about eurydice seeing persephone as an 'explosion of spring and sun and love' and the opposite of eurydice with stormclouds chasing her.

persephone as bringer of storms in her own right ('her dark clouds roll').

eurydice as the material manifestation of persephone's guilt, of her love of humanity, of exactly why she Must return to the world above every year ('suddenly i'm holding the world in my arms').

persephone knowing the 'all i've ever known' pov all too well bc if that ain't hades.

[draculovemp3]

If eating spicy food while sick bad then why yummy….

[godfistgonnalive]

GOODNGIHT. FOREVER 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈.

[peterlorres21stcentury]

"[Brecht] remained silent on a third project in which he wanted to involve Lorre: a two-part morality play titled Salzburger Totentanz (The Salzburg Dance of Death). Brecht cast Lorre as Death, not a macabre or horrific apparition after Hollywood fashion, but as a dead-again wheeler-dealer. He apparently never told the actor of his plans, possibly because he had produced only five tiny fragments of the play by 1950–51."

--The Lost One, A Life of Peter Lorre