#idk what exactly this is

[the-modern-typewriter]

HEY love your writing! can you write a short story starting with “I hate sandwiches” and ending with “I hate sandwiches” :)

"I hate sandwiches."

I told you that the first time we met; you smiled, leaned in, and told me that was because I wasn't doing it right. But, that was okay, because you'd show me how.

First - good ingredients. Proper bread, that didn't limp around and crumble in your hand when you asked it to carry the weight you needed. Fillings that nourished your soul and strengthened your body. It had to taste good.

Second - balance. It was all about balance, you said. Not letting the flavours overpower each other. Not giving too much, or too little, in any particular bite.

"Too much cheese for me and my lactose intolerance might be just the right amount for you," you said. "That brings us to my third tenet of sandwich making."

"Oh?" I was already entranced, less by sandwiches, and more by you. Your hands worked deftly on the bakery counter and I lost all thoughts of walking away.

"A good sandwich is tailored. It is one of a kind. It is made with care and attention for the person it is intended for."

"And there was me thinking a sandwich was supposed to be low effort," I replied.

"It's easy," you said, "when you know what you want."

You handed me a plate.

Like a fairy's bargain, I was sold with a bite.

You made me a dozen sandwiches over the years; tucking them in my lunchbox, dashed off with a kiss on the train, on a lazy Sunday morning with tea and blankets and rain outside the window.

"The perfect sandwich," you said that first day, "is like the perfect relationship. It a holy grail of a sliding scale, going from terrible to paradise. But you don't write off sandwiches just because you haven't found the right one yet."

I stand at the kitchen counter. The sandwich sits before me, untouched and utterly perfect. It is a masterpiece.

But you are gone.

The tears burn my eyes, then. They throw off the balance. They wet the bread, leave it soggy and changed from what it once was.

From what we were.

So I say it, just to spite you. Like you could hear me. Like bread and butter alone were enough to summon you home.

"I hate sandwiches."

(But you are gone)

[bojackandherb]

So I started out writing some ideas/concepts and then it turned into… poetry? Idk. Anyway have this.

Concept. Bojack and Herb holding hands.

Herb holds Bojack’s hand for the first time and his brain short circuits. Herb (lovingly) teases him for this of course.

Herb treasures the flustered look Bojack gets each time he holds his hand during the beginning of their relationship. Bojack is so love starved, and Herb is so happy to provide love.

Bojack reaches out to hold Herb’s hand, trying to be the one to initiate it for the first time and he’s shy and uncertain, almost chickens out, and right as he’s starting to pull away Herb sees and realizes what he was about to do, and grabs Bojack’s hand.

Bojack gradually finding it easier and easier to slide his hand into Herb’s. His slightly calloused, rougher hand in Bojack’s own. It just feels so… right.

Sometimes they interlace their fingers. Other times Bojack envelopes Herb’s completely, admiring the way his smaller hand fits perfectly in his own. They seem to fit together so… perfectly.

Herb finds that now, whenever he takes Bojack’s hand in his, Bojack doesn’t get that cute flustered, shocked look on his face he used to. Instead, a warm, contented smile graces his face.

The butterflies fade, and in their place is a sense of comfort, of belonging, of home.

Herb loved getting him flustered, but having him used to love is so much better.

Herb giving him a comforting squeeze when he’s anxious, telling him “I’ve got you,” even without words. Bojack squeezes back.

Bojack returning the favor and grounding Herb when he’s upset. Herb loves the feeling of being enveloped completely.

Bojack and Herb swinging their hands together as they walk.

Herb caressing Bojack’s hand during late nights.

The butterflies fade, but the love stays.

Bojack and Herb holding hands. Bojack and Herb holding hands.

[tibli]

I love when arthropods have a pseudopupil. It's so whimsical and cute, and they come in so many varieties!!

little kitty cat eyes!!!

bombastic side eyes!!!!

cartoon character eyes!!!!

bigass anime eyes!!!!!

BE NOT AFRAID eyes!!!!!

[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

[abstractfrog]

There's something on this ship that's so bad the TARDIS ran away?

[zalcolm]

reblog if you either eat at least one of the following:

toilet paper

drywall

pineapple on pizza

human skin

pussy

but no one is able to guess which

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

would you consider yourself a gimmick blog.

oh yes absolutely

[clowningaroundmars]

aaaaand done!

hobieposes 4 u <3

some ppl seemed to like the sketch i posted and then deleted so here u go ↓

[pokeberry5]

girl experiences gender euphoria and is immediately slammed by grief

for @litttlittt <3. this was supposed to be a portrait of caroline hill, but litta mentioned tim looking like janet when dressed as caroline and identity issues and angst and things spiraled

something about tim not knowing if he's his mother's child or bruce's or neither's.

figuring out the looks:

i wanted janet to have that poofy 70s hair

[aeroplaneblues]

Hoodie Buddies 🍧🦁

I know lion boy looks like a beyblade mc but idc i like him, i hope he is friends with chongyun🥹💙

[rebeccapearson]

 l want to do something big and something important. You know, George, l feel that, in a small way, we're doing something important, satisfying a fundamental urge. lt's deep in the race for a man to want his own roof and walls and fireplace. And we're helping him get those things. [...] Pop, you want a shock? l think you're a great guy.

[zuzu-draws]

["....And there is a certain Hunger within him, that is difficult to satiate.."]

[crazy-fangirl2524]

All of us want to read “books that are different from the books we like but also exactly like it” and that’s why we have fanfictions. That’s why we love fanfictions. It is literally the book we love but in a different font.

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

They both lost their team and their teacher....

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw ❤︎

Levi loves touching you, even more after a long day of classes at RAD. When it’s finally just the two of you in his bathtub-bed, where he can touch you in all the perverted loving ways that ran through his mind throughout the day.

and once he’s got ahold of you, he’s not letting go-

Clothes tossed away somewhere on the floor as Levi leans over you. His mouth immediately on your chest, nipping ‘n sucking at your nipples before slowly making his way down your body to start leaving a trail of hickeys and little bite marks down across your tummy, before moving even lower….

He knows your body like the back of his hand. He knows exactly where to touch, exactly where to sink his teeth in to bite ‘n nip at your skin to have you whining for more.

He knows exactly how to suck on your clit, while pushing two fingers inside your wet pussy to have those sweet, gasping, moans of his name falling from your lips.

And the next morning? It’ll be like a switch flipped in his head as Levi stutters out a soft apology.

His fingertips barely brushing over the marks he left the night before, followed by endless little, apologetic kisses being pressed against your skin, across every little mark he left.

[kyuhudraws]

bird kings