#really got lost in the sauce

[gothy-froggy]

I actually want to crawl into my bed and never be seen again omg

Ok so the day this was made, tumblr didn’t post this and I just realized that this is in my drafts. So um…here’s my rough day at work lol

Work SUCKED BALLS today. Guess who spilled barbecue sauce all over the ground and on themselves in the walk in at work today 😀

So whoever put the barbecue house in the container didn’t close it fully. So I grabbed it, talking to one of cooks who’s doing stuff in there on how the containers are so heavy.

Right when I lean over to open the door, the sauce spilled ALL OVER THE FLOOR, MY SHOES, AND MY SLEEVES.

So another guy opens the door and helps the other guy clean it up. I’m in the back of the walk in, drenched and lost in the sauce while shivering because it’s cold as HELL in there.

My work buddy, come over since I’m not back at my station which he knows means that the container for the sauce I’m getting is too heavy for me (because there’s three sizes. One is like up to my knee full of sauce), comes to see the walk in door is open and there’s sauce all over the floor.

He’s joking with the two about them spilling the sauce all over before asking who did it.

Y’all

Your girl just slowly peeks over looking embarrassed as fuck saying “it was me” in a soft voice because I feel so bad that they’re cleaning it up.

Bro really looked at me and said, “did my sweet little Vinca do this?”

I WANT TO OFF MYSELF SO BADLY.

So they’re getting rags, I walk out of the walk in and the miss girl who works in the back of the kitchen looks at me, looks down at my barbecue sauced up Mary Janes, gasps and goes “oh noooo” I WAS ABOUT TO CRY.

They get me outside to sanitize my shoes, I got sauce all over in my socks yall im am not doing great.

But because I’m on my period, my cramps are SO BAD and my thighs get really weak. I’m in pain while trying not to fucking fall (because that happens when I’m walking around let alone standing while my legs are weak like this). My work bestie asks what wrongs, saved my life by getting ibuprofen.

And I was given a cookie after so shout out to him

yall as im writing this im getting a huge wave smell of barbecue sauce 😭

And if you don’t believe me…

IM QUITTING I SWEAR 😭

@madame-fear

[suntails]

do you deserve to be loved?

[sweepy-stringbean]

Flayed!Tenar au au thoughts

Lark carrying Tenar's sword.

It's heavy and in the way. Especially when she reaches to her quiver for arrows whether on her back or hip. But she can't put it down. It can't leave her sight or grasp.

While cumbersome, it does make a good guard from sweeping and slashing attacks from behind. Lark never uses it and keeps it wrapped. It's hope. It's a reminder. It's a protective companion... it's the queen's sword. Her wife's sword.

ugh and I can see Lark carrying it for days. I imagine the party, each, dealing with their own levels of grief, guilt, and frustration have an emotional intervention with Lark. They miss Tenar too. They want her back, and they want to help carry the burden.

[missmisnomer]

Beep boop.

Drawing robots.

[hellishgayliath]

Okay, I have a few minutes left before I go to school. last night I decided to draw my spooky/halloween sona and this is the best I can do

Yes, she still wears gloves, I just got lazy to draw her hand, her gloves are colored white

And yes, she has legs, her skirt is just long

I thought it'd look good in the rottmnt style so that's what I went for :3

[thisfuckingdork]

Through chaos, find order

[thedailyvio]

Day 75 - 82

Concept for @enjoliquej

WIP Below:

[rotenkehl]

The sullen golden boy

Finally did some fan art for @mayakern 's book, with my own interpretation of feon☀️

[bloobluebloo]

It's up I hope you enjoy!! I am finally committing to the That Man Is Gay headcanon 😌🙏

AGHHJHGGJJHGJJG-I HAVE BEEN DOING YARD WORK ALL DAY time to read Ganondorf accepting his status as a gay man through Rauru 😭 Honestly, when it comes to TotK Ganondorf I can't see him not being immensely interested in men. Even if he is taught and told that he is different from the others, seeking a relationship with a voe specifically is such a hallmark trait of the Gerudo of the wilds era that there is a non-zero chance that Ganondorf isn't affected by that. Growing up I'm sure he is told he is a voe, but as a boy surrounded by girls only he must not really absorb what that means. He just thinks himself like any other Gerudo, and so surrounded by young girls chattering about voe and relationships and marriages, I can't imagine him not being swept up in the hype, not imagining what it might be like when he's older and sets out on his quest to find his dreamy voe. I often imagine that it is when he realizes that he is *voe* that he starts to truly internalize the alienation that comes with being the only man amongst his people, where he becomes the object of desire that all the girls around him fawned over all this time instead of getting to fawn over finding a voe like everyone else. He must ask himself if he's even allowed to want a voe given the burden on his shoulders of being the only one amongst his people. ANYWAYS linking the fic here for anyone else who is interested (and if you're interested in Ganrauru in general I highly recommend reading the entire series called Questions of Kingship! As you all know I enjoy how disastrous these two are and this series does such a good job fleshing it out 😭)

[sunshinenextdoor]

Letter Prompts! Give me the [ Mistake ] letter! :> That one sounds like it can be fun!

((Tried to make it open so that anyone can join in if they would want to:> ))

Someone woke up to find a mysterious letter in their mailbox. It's soft to the touch and ornated with green leave stickers, sealed with a beautiful light teal wax seal that has a wind chime flower stamped into it. They find it a bit strange at first, as they have never gotten any kind of mail like this before, but went on to opening it nonetheless. Since it could only be meant for them, right?

As their hands go on to open the neatly decorated case, they get slapped by an intense smell of lotus honey and probably some kind of hibiscus and lavender scented perfume, just oozing out of the slightly crampled paper inside. "Wow, okay, this is getting *really* weird" they probably think to themselves.

A few minutes later, after the intense aroma wears off, it may be possible to read it afterall! The letter reads as followed:

"Oh my Dearest, Only Love, my heart aches to be with you again. I miss every little breath, every warming glimpse you give to me. It's only been a day, but I already feel the urge to feel the touch of your fingers, the imprint they make on my skin as they burn, and how they get hotter as your blush grows on your body when I embrace you. I know I act coy, and I'm a jerk sometimes, but in reality, you are the only one who ever saw me this way, and the thought of it makes me drunk. No one can know of our relationship, for they don't understand, but I still want to pursue your love, for it is sweeter than honey, and truer than any word Nivara could say in a thousand years. (Please don't tell her I said that..) Ahem, I wish to meet up in secret again, unknown from the world. I'll be waiting for you by night. I need to feel your warmth again.

- Wesley"

Well. Seems like someone's in big trouble at the Nel'Vari post office! Maybe try to find the person who this could be addressed to?

[multi-lefaiye]

a modern ghost story - wip re-intro

finally, a re-intro for my first ever writeblr wip intro... waow how time flies.

taglist (i'm gonna be real with y'all, i lost track of the taglist and had to dig it up again--tentatively tagging the original taglist as well as folks i thought might be interested): @albatris @skitzo-kero @anexor @lychniscitrus @transmasc-wizard @chaieyestea @vacantgodling @kingkendrick7 @jezifster @manuscriptsatmidnight @fictionalbullshitter @astral-runic

(if you'd like to not be tagged in posts relating to this wip going forward, lmk!!! <3 and if you'd like to be added to the actual taglist, also lmk!!!)

synopsis: A Modern Ghost Story is the tale of the four members of The Cyclone Seekers, a group of semi-famous storm-chasers, and their harrowing adventures chasing after storms in Nebraska in 2006. On the way, they quickly come to learn that they have far, far more than tornadoes to worry about waiting for them in the storms. Something sinister is afoot, and their past may come back to haunt them in a very literal way.

setting: various fictional locations in Nebraska, United States, in 2006

genres: postmodern horror (?) with traces of comedy--fundamentally a road trip story, though, about healing and facing the horrors head-on.

vibes except it's not clear what these mean: late nights at sleepovers where no one wants to go to bed yet, a mason jar full of bottle caps, the highs and lows of a long road trip with your friends, strange messages on the radio in a voice you thought you'd forgotten, the past is always one step closer than it appears to be, the coppery taste of blood on your tongue, your heart pounding in your ears as the world roars around you, a group of queer adrenaline junkies, "therapy is expensive, but sitting in your car while it rains is free."

characters:

picrew: [link]

Roach - 29 - they/them - 5'2"

Roach is not the face of Cyclone Seekers, as they find the idea of actually appearing on camera daunting. For the most part, Roach prefers to stay behind the scenes, most often handling their budget, equipment, and transportation, as well as acting as their cameraman. A lifelong smartass, they always say exactly what's on their mind and they're not particularly graceful or tactful. Why would they be, after all? Talking around the point only wastes time, and Roach hates to stop when there's important shit to get done.

Despite their blunt and often rude nature, Roach has a big heart deep down, and they care deeply for their fellow Cyclone Seekers, considering the others their best friends in the world. Roach doesn't have a lot of people in their corner, and they're steadfastly loyal to the end.

Oliver Cox - 32 - he/him - 6'1"

Oliver, like Roach, is not the face of the Cyclone Seekers. Instead, he is the manager of their ViewTube channel and website, as well as the one who usually deals with the people side of things. He's very sweet and enthusiastic, and generally a very gentle man who hates to even raise his voice. While, like everyone else, Oliver has his moments of anger, he prefers to redirect this anger into something productive rather than taking it out on others.

This isn't to say, of course, that Oliver is an innocent child. He's had his fair share of hardships and struggles in his life. However, he believes wholeheartedly in the goodness of humanity and the world around him. And this extends to the team, especially Roach--despite their often prickly exterior, Oliver considers them a very dear friend and is very happy to have them in his life. He sees the best in everyone until they give him reason not to.

Sydney "Syd" Ambrose - 29 - they/she - 5'11"

Syd is a friend of Roach's from college, an extremely anxious person who, at heart, has always wanted to leave their mark on history in some way. With their thirtieth birthday rapidly approaching, they want to do something great before the big day. This has, in part, reflected on their work with the Cyclone Seekers. As one of two hosts of the show, Syd is often in the spotlight, despite their severe anxiety about public speaking. When the cameras are rolling, their fear falls away, and they easily steal the show.

Aside from their ambition to do something great that lands in the history books, Syd has had a lifelong fascination with storms. The world of more traditional meteorology wasn't for them, so they've decided a more fulfilling career is to chase storms around and study them directly. It's working out so far, despite Syd's growing restlessness regarding the group's lack of mainstream success.

Yara Key - 30 - she/her - 5'7"

Yara is the other host of the Cyclone Seekers, and she's the much more outwardly optimistic and outgoing one. Their bit on the show is that, though Syd is the anxious one, they're also first to jump headlong into danger just to get a good look at a tornado; Yara, meanwhile, is friendly and outgoing but also the first to hide. It's a good bit and one that brings her a lot of joy, though it does irritate her sometimes to have people assume she's actually a coward. Because she isn't--she's just not stupid.

Though Yara hasn't known the others that long, she's a loyal friend who cares about them all deeply, and her not-so-secret crush on Syd is something Roach teases her about rather frequently (to which she gladly responds by teasing them about their similar crush on Oliver). When it comes down to it, fame isn't important to Yara, but she has a genuine love for entertaining people. And if she can do it while educating them about dangerous storms at the same time? All the better.

Vincent Cruz - 28 - he/him (questioning they/them) - 5'9"

Vincent Cruz is not a member of the Cyclone Seekers, nor does he have any particular interest in joining their little group. In fact, he thinks they're pretty ridiculous, and more than that, they're fucking stupid. He's grown up his whole life in a small town in Nebraska and knows all-too-well how dangerous storms like the ones they seek out can really be. They're going to get themselves killed, and they'll be lucky if it's quick.

However, Vincent feels an obligation to help them, or at least to make sure they can't put themselves or anyone else at risk with their antics. He isn't sure what makes him feel such a desire to protect them, but he insists it's not out of any care for them. They're just stupid. If he doesn't do anything, then they'll die. Simple math. (Ignoring the fact that they're his first friends in years, and they seem to genuinely like him for who he is when few others do.)

Vulture - 31 - he/him - 6'2"

A mysterious figure from Roach's past, one that they, until now, were completely certain was out of their life forever. Vulture is cold and cruel and pretentious, seeing himself as quite literally better than everyone else. He loves to hear himself talk and wants everyone to think he's the coolest motherfucker in the room at all times, for better and for worse.

For the most part, he doesn't seem interested in Roach, for which they're grateful. However, he has been contacting them again for the first time in nearly ten years, asking to meet up again.

[andromedaesresolve]

The Bird is the Word | V x Reader

The second time this silly little goth man called you "sparrow", your eyebrows shot up incredulously, and you leaned over to give him a baffled look.

Fluff making fun of V's taste in pet names. I got a little lost in the sauce, so this is... not over. Pretty twink boy is distracting, what can I say?

Tags: Reader-insert / x reader, gender-neutral reader, fluff, drabble, reading poetry together, SFW but there is (gasp) KISSING, goofy ahh poetry man, this man thinks he's sooo composed but naahhhh (and this is a hill I will die on)

Word count: 779

I have an unreasonable aversion to writing things under 1k but I wrote this in one go and it's too well self-contained to taint. There will be at LEAST one more installment of this, though I suspect 2.

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The first time he had called you "sparrow", you had been a little preoccupied with looking dreamily into his eyes and at his lips as your faces neared one another. You love this stupid thespian dork too much. All this silly gushy bullshit. Half the time, you can't take him seriously with his cheesy-ass flowery nonsense, especially when it's particularly affectionate. But it nonetheless flusters you, and as much shit as you give him for it, it really is kinda touching and all that. He really is a cutie, huh?

The second time this silly little goth man called you "sparrow", your eyebrows shot up incredulously, and you leaned over to give him a baffled look. You blinked at him a couple of times, reeling at his choice of pet names. When his gaze waveringly met yours, his expression contorted just slightly, but you had to hold in a barking laugh. It seems your incredulous look flustered him a bit. His ears and cheeks dusted a faint pink after about 10 seconds of staring at him. He averted his gaze at 14 seconds, and his expression further contorted in embarrassment at 16 seconds. Your mouth wormed into a grin. You couldn't hold it any longer, you snickered at him.

"'Sparrow,' really??" You tease. You were still reeling at it, you'd honestly never heard anything like that before. It was kinda super cute and sweet in his typical silly, adorable way, but it was also the most ridiculous thing you'd ever heard.

He only softly snorted in embarrassment as a response, crossing his arms and further averting his eyes. His blush was fading, though, what a shame.

"What's next, 'pigeon'?" You needled.

"Oh, hush, you," he huffed.

You had a way of tripping up this silly little smug bastard, causing him to completely lose his composure and reduce him to flustered complaints and whines. You've still not come down from this little power trip.

"You're so cute, chickadee." You teased, receiving only an eye roll.

The third time he called you "sparrow", you were more prepared.

This instance had seemed like more of a slip of the tongue on his part. He had rested his cheek on his hand, sneaking dreamy looks at you between the verses of his book. You had been relaxing on your stomach right next to him, also reading from the book. He typically reads out loud to you, but he seemed to have been in a more quiet mood when you crawled up next to him. You didn't mind, you had pecked him on the cheek and both silently read, enjoying each other's company. You wise-cracked a comment or two here and there, and he expressed his thoughts on a few particular lines, but you were both otherwise quiet.

He would diligently glance over at you to see when you had finished reading before turning the page. These glances began to last longer over the course of the evening, and the poetry collection had come to a much denser poem, requiring much more time between the turning of pages. When he didn't turn the page after you had clearly finished it, you looked to him and, upon catching him stealing a look, smiled sweetly in response. What a dork. Your dork. After the second occurrence of this, you smirked at him. Upon the third, you had merely side-eyed him and snickered.

The next page was a new poem, shorter and sweet. You ran your fingers along the page as you read it over, a warm, soft look on your face as you soaked in the tender verses. You gave a soft sigh when you had finished reading it, your eyes continuing to examine the entry.

The raven-haired man was completely entranced by the sight of you in this moment. He smiled gushily at you and mumbled gently, "I love you, sparrow..."

In the dumb cutesy headspace from reading the poem, you were thoroughly tickled, and murmured your own "I love you too, finch." You met his dreamy look with one of your own.

He stuttered and ducked his head, grin stretching as he stared down at the bedsheets. He shook his head in amusement, his hair sliding down and draping over the side of his face closest to you. You tucked his soft, dark hair back behind his ear and gazed at him with adoration, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He was so damn pretty. Before you knew it, your hand reached over to the other side of his face, turning his head to meet his lips with yours. His hand fell to the back of your neck as he melted into your touch.

[harspud]

this oc is kalatran and he is my worst creation. hes the final boss of problematic characters

[blujaydoodles]

what [doesn't] kill you

[rainymoodlet]

i hope things start going better for you soon but i just wanted to say i don't think kmik is flagging in quality at all! you have a real talent for this sort of thing - you have a way of personifying sims that i genuinely aspire to and your screenshots always look gorgeous. even with the recent no-dialogue posts i think you do a fantastic job of constructing a story and atmosphere, and going from your life update posts it's completely understandable that they would be a little low-effort sometimes (and you always make it work regardless). kmik genuinely gave me a good baseline for what i want my bachelor challenge to be (.....once it gets the contestants) and i always look forward to your posts. it's easy to be hard on your own projects, but from the outside you're doing great. (anarchosimdicalist)

HEY WH… 🥹 i just got this!?!?? in my inbox?? omg i am literally rolling on the floor, i cannot tell you how much this means to me honey!! 😭 it’s been so hard looking from the outside in and seeing what, from my perspective, looks like a complete garbled mess - but i read through the challenge from the start to finish recently and realized that it was actually pretty… good 🥹🙏

you’re so right about the ability to criticize everything about your own projects: esp with life being the way it is, it’s felt (sometimes) like a mess that’s gotten entirely out of my hands fhdhd 😂 i am so glad to hear that you’ve enjoyed it 🥹 everyone having trusted me with their sims, to give voice to them and to understand them, with my liminal reaching out and practically slapping things on the dash… bwuh, i’ve been a nervous wreck!! i can’t tell you how much this means to my confidence, though: you’re such a treasure, darling, you really are! 🙏🥰

[outeremissary]

I'm so serious when I say that 110% of the reason I sometimes think I should pick up Wrath again is to continue to feed the delusion of the beautiful Meet Me in the Woods video in my head I have had since September 2021. I could do it I'm fully capable of doing it there's no reason I couldn't do it if I tried <- the delusion talking