#it bears reminding that all of this^

[divorcedwife]

im making everything i like into picture books

[glindauplland]

You're nurturing yourself. You're nurturing the team you're cooking for. You're gonna be nurturing our guests.

[kyurochurro]

top 10 spongebob lines that remind me of M*A*S*H:

i dont know why I did this LOL i just think the line is funny and wanted to draw Trapper reaaally badly!

[doctorsiren]

squib called them failures 🙄 like, you’re RIGHT but you didn’t have to say it out loud

[rwby-confess]

Confession #652

[many-gay-magpies]

started playing the arcana again after only playing a little bit as a preteen. my one critique so far: muriel should be fatter

[thoughtfulchaos773]

Carmy doesn't realize that when he expresses his love, it inspires those around him.

Richie used to struggle with self-hatred until he went to Ever and started wearing suits and his self-love came from Carmy's love of the industry.

And Carmy's love for the culinary world inspired Marcus love for baking, whose love of the craft stays consistent because of the love he has for his mom.

How Carmy's love of the industry and having the best knives inspired Tina to be the best.

How Carmy's love to be the best in his field inspired Luca to be better.

Lastly how Carmy's deep love for MIKEY was expressed in that dish. Not the industry but the love he had for another human being inspired Sydney to be the best chef she could be.

And how her love for him will inspire him to be a better chef.

I hate this show.

[paper--moons]

Thinking about that classic agere trope where the regressor borrows their cg's clothes (usually something along the lines of a hoodie or t-shirt) to wear, and while that's all fine and dandy like...please consider regressors that are much taller/heavier than their cg borrowing clothes and using them as a sort of lovey instead. Just hugging onto their jacket because it's so soft and smells like comfort.

[misspoetree]

A few silly reminders to stay hydrated

[insp.]

[bat-gwuck]

2000’s kitty ear logan supremacy

[yarnyarnbinks]

alritghy, looking at politics is making me scared again, so it's time to round up some good news from here and around the world:

- same sex couples in thailand will be able to legally register their marriages on thursday, 01/21/2025 !

- 15 wolves were released into colorado to help reintroduce predators into the state (and presumably help restore the natural ecology of the area). YIPPEE !!

- similarly, efforts to revitalize the deer population in alaska are underway !

- thermal drone helps a family find their dog, who had been missing for 1 week

feel free to add more ♡♡

[hebidoka]

[inamindfarfaraway]

Shadow and Gerald knew that their black hole device would destroy the entire base. Not just their enemies, their home. Maria’s home. All her possessions - her toys, her skates, the photos of her, every material trace of her life. And they used it anyway. They didn’t even save a single keepsake. Because their mission wasn’t about her and her life, or even real justice for her death; it was about their pain, the darkness and emptiness she left behind inside them, and their desire to let it consume everything for the sheer sake of annihilation.

[lichilly]

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.”

— The Night We Met by Lord Huron

cw implied death, angst, OWWW OWWWIE OWWW

The day starts as usual.

The sun rises, birds chirping as you push open the balcony door to let the morning air in. Joseph steps out, a cigarette already between his fingers. You join him, two mugs of coffee in your hands. He takes one from you with a grateful smile, you both settle into the routine.

The day is beautiful. The suns warm embrace on your skin makes you want to linger there forever, soaking in her rays.

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” he asks, smoke curling lazily from his lips.

You ponder for a moment, imagining the taste of different dishes. “How about…pancakes?” you suggest, feeling your mouth water at the thought.

Joseph chuckles, stubbing out his cigarette and taking a final gulp of his coffee. “Pancakes it is then.”

You eat breakfast together at the table. Joseph flips through his script between bites, humming under his breath and glancing at the clock occasionally. A quiet sigh escapes him as he polishes off his plate.

He rises, placing his dirtied plate on the sink, setting his empty mug on top. He walks over to you, gently pushing your hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You hum, cheeks warming from the kiss. “I’ll pick up stuff to make your favorite for dinner tonight. I know we haven’t had it in a while.”

His eyes light up, “Sounds like a plan.”

He heads towards the entryway, grabbing his jacket. He looks back at you, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Don’t worry, filming shouldn’t take long today. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The butterflies in your stomach flutter with his words.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you reply, eyes droopy with morning grogginess and love.

The door clicks shut behind him, you watch a moment longer. Your eyes trace over the knob, down the mysterious crack in the wood, and watch his shadowy steps fade away. A sudden uneasiness creeps in, filling your gut with a syrupy ache. The butterflies no longer flutter, their wings cut, leaving you with a heavy feeling in their place.

You try to shake it off, but the feeling lingers, the knot in your stomach tightening with each tick of the clock. Hour after hour, minute after minute, you try to distract yourself with meaningless chores. You go grab things for dinner, the hustle and bustle of the store creating a dull hum over the pit in your stomach. A weak balm that doesn’t last the second you step through the apartment door again.

Night falls, groceries left forgotten on the counter. Seconds tick by painfully slow, each one a reminder of his absence. You can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

Joseph doesn’t return that night, or any night after that.

[mikewheelerfan2022]

Shout out to my favorite trio of forgotten Disney movies: The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Atlantis: The Lost Empire, and Brother Bear.

[spywhitney]

How I sleep knowing I'll never trust anyone that hates Sydney but worships Richie: