#unslice

[thegoodmorningman]

Good Morning! There's a saying where I come from, "There's no use greasing the mice if you don't clip the cat's claws." Having a Good Morning is just the same.

[jesse-pinko]

Everyone in BrBa when they first meet Walt and Jesse: Man that Walt guy seems smart but he is in way over his head. We definitely can’t trust that annoying junkie partner of his

Everyone in BrBa within two seconds of actually getting to know Walt and Jesse: Jesse I packed you some gogurt and a note with your lunch :) Walter White is the worst thing that has ever happened to me

[sanakialtina]

[ “PEGASUS CHEESE” ] - Zofia’s most famed and exotic export (allegedly). A delicate yet firm cheese with a savory, salty, and buttery flavor that pairs well with fruit. It’s good, but perhaps not worth the price tag…

A new hero’s appearance so late into the ball was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome! It’s the most welcome, in fact! More heroes = more friends, and Sharena will die before she ever unwelcomes a new friend. She means that seriously, too. Any Sharena that turns down friendship is a fake Sharena and must be taken out at once.

Fake Sharena she is not, and so she eagerly approaches the empress with a welcoming smile, and welcoming offering. Of cheese. “Hiya! I’m Sharena. You want some cheese?” 

It feels a little awkward, offering someone of such high regard and status cheese of all things, but it seemed the fanciest thing on the menu! It’s the thought that counts, right? That’s the vibe she’s going for, anyway. A vibe she hopes is received positively, but just in case; she came prepared. 

“I’m sure someone already filled you in by now, but as part of the ball they want us to trade those charms they gave us on the way in with each other when we meet someone new! To encourage mingling and all that, I think.” Exposition she probably doesn’t need, sure, but it fills the silence that would have been in its place well enough for her to free a shell charm from her bracelet to hold out alongside the cheese. Backup gift. Just in case.

“So… here! As a token of our meeting! If you hold it in the light juuuust right, it kinda reflects purple — like you, haha!”

Cheese…?? Sanaki barely has time to look at the thing before Sharena launches into a rapid-tire explanation of the charm trading game. “...Why would I want cheese?” Sanaki asks, flummoxed, but Sharena is too busy fiddling with her bracelet to listen.

Sharena now has both a block of cheese and a shell charm in her outstretched hand, practically bouncing off the walls in anticipation. Sanaki, well, she’s a little confused. She’s definitely never met Sharena before, but surely a complete stranger shouldn’t be this keen to get on her good side? 

Still, that’s no reason to refuse a gift or two at a ball. “Thank you, Sharena,” Sanaki says, accepting the gifts as gracefully as she can manage, “the shell does match my hair in this light. That's quite astute of you.”

She turns the block of cheese over in her hands. She has no idea what it is, but the packaging looks expensive. “...How am I supposed to eat this? I suppose I’ll look around. And since you explained the charms exchange so thoroughly,” Sanaki presses one of her own starfish into Sharena’s hands, “here’s one of mine.” 

There’s still no good explanation for Sharena’s overly familiar behaviour. Maybe she’s travelled to Tellius before? "I'm... Sanaki," Sanaki offers, deliberately forgoing her titles. She peers at Sharena curiously.

[sublimesublemon]

tiktokers: stop saying "unalived" and start saying "late-term aborted"

[imperfectcourt]

Me: I've been too depressed to write properly for nearly 2 years and have a stack of wips that have gotten no attention and feel immensely guilty for it

Also me: what if I watched a ton of action movies and wrote that action movie andreil fic omg can you imagine haha lol

[butmakeitgayblog]

I had to look up what a finger bun was cuz I had never heard of that shit in my life and correct if I'm wrong here but... it's a hot dog bun with icing and sprinkles on it? Yes?

I've been thinking about this since yesterday

[sssaintyboy]

songs for when youre in DISBLIEF

[just-a-little-moth]

Racing through Haven City against Errol absolutely fucking sucks.

Oh you hit a person, time to restart!

Oh, you went through a ring wrong and hit the wall. Time to restart!

Oh you missed the ring by centimeters. Time to restart!

The racing minigame in Jak 2 is already annoying enough, they didn't have to do this too. Like they could have at least turned off the collisions with the NPCs for this.

Finally got it after like 15 resets.

[akascow]

not to sound different but i never like the triangle cut sandwiches🥴

[arcade-confetti]

I cant eat pork anymore which is fine and usually doesn't bother me. But man. Do I miss those little ham squares at salad buffets

[crapscicle]

Art for Palestine

If you like this, please check out the masterpost (at the bottom of this post) of ways to help Palestine and remember that from Jan 21-28th we are on strike for Palestine!!

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description in Alt Text and below.

[Image ID: a multimedia piece of art on a sketchbook shows a person with a keffiyeh obscuring most of their face looking up to the top left. on the lower right is an unsliced watermelon. behind them is a nebulous water background and behind that is a metallic copper ink wash. \end ID]

[teaboot]

any kind of sandwich you would kill for

when I was a broke ass starving college student sleeping under benches an hour a night and jumping the ticket machine at the train I once made a spaghetti sandwich that consisted of buttered toast with salt and pepper filled with spaghetti. It remains to this day the best sandwich I've ever eaten

Close second of the same Era was a full loaf of unsliced French bread filled with a cream cheese, rice, and habenero pepper mush that weighed approximately six pounds nine ounces. Just carried that fucker around all day like a hefty carb baby. Took two days to finish the whole thing, breakfast lunch and dinner

Current favourite is a Subway footlong pizza sub with double pepperoni, untoasted, habenero cheese, every vegetable except olives, and ranch salad dressing. Proper consumption is "entire thing in one sitting followed by three days of agony".

Thank you for coming to my talk

[humlase]

Reluctant secret snowflake post for @aliteralgarbageheap

unsliced version and some rambling under cut

Firstly, hopefully I haven't taken too long on this. I was hoping to have it finished around dec 10 but then I had some hiccups and I had to temporarily abandon this due to christmas stress gift preparing. As for the hiccups, originally this would have a fic accompanying it. As you can tell by the lack of fic, that did not happen. The original prompt I had for it though was Neil having a very fun and not at all traumatic time at the nest and Jean being there to help him not fall apart after Riko is finished. Yada yada they bond over waterboarding sucking ass or something. Nosebleed because it's more visually interesting. Secondly, as for the cropping. Originally I was going to gift you the whole drawing (and a fic but we're ignoring that part) but I ended up not liking it! My favourite part of the drawing is Neil's face so I figured why not just zoom in on the good part and cut everything else? But then I thought about all the hours I spent on Jean and such so I decided I might as well still show it, just preface it's.. yeah. It is what it is. But oh well what can you do? Remake it? Probably. But I wanted to try to at the very least have it out for the 25th. Despite the hurdles I hope you still like it!! Happy holidays. Sincerely, your very tired secret snowflake.

[directdogman]

if i order a pizrer in dialtown will i have to ask for it to be sliced

it'll probably come sliced! i think unsliced pizzas are more of an ABQ thing :)

[simdertalia]

🥧 ACNH Pies Set 🥧

Sims 4, Base game compatible | 10 pies, 2 versions of each pie (with steam and without steam) 20 total items

Steam animation requires Cats & Dogs. 20 total items. Original items come with one plate swatch each, all different. So I have made multiple plate swatches for each pie.

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Set contains: -Apple pie (strawberry rhubarb swatches added by me) | 10 swatches | 824 poly -Cherry Pie (blueberry & plum swatches added by me) | 15 swatches | 782 poly -Fish Pie | 5 swatches | 824 poly -Fruits Pie | 5 swatches | 1128 poly -Orange Pie | 5 swatches | 806 poly -Peach pie | 5 swatches | 824 poly -Pear Pie | 5 swatches | 784 poly -Pi Pie | 6 swatches | 962 poly -Pumpkin Pie V1 (slice cut) | 5 swatches | 1198 poly -Pumpkin Pie V2 (unsliced) | 7 swatches | 824 poly

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[love-toxin]

Can you write VIII - “I said, touch yourself. Don't give me that shy act right now.”  with Nnoitra gilga( bleach) please🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿

i had the time of my life writing this one anon TY!!!!! <3333

VIII - "I said, touch yourself. Don't give me that shy act right now."

(cws: fem!soul reaper!reader, hate sex, forced touching, alternative choking, sadism, threats, blades & blood, misogyny, jealousy, nnoitra steps on you)

If he had made one thing clear throughout this battle, it was this: Nnoitra Gilga thought of himself as a god, and you–well, you were an irritating bug that was getting on his nerves. So, as humiliating as it was…he crushed you.

“Finished already?” The teasing lilt of his voice carried on the dry air of Hueco Mundo, each step ringing in your ears as you finally let go of your shattered sword's hilt. Thump. As soon as you tried to sit up, Nnoitra's foot came down on your shoulder, pinning you back to the bloodied sand where you'd met the end of his blade.

His unbreakable body, unsliceable flesh, and the violence with which he pursued a battle with you–the fifth Espada was a terrifying entity, boasting countless promises of agonizing defeat before he had finally gained the upper hand. It was a crude trick, a gesture that would earn any self-respecting soul reaper a thorough punishment, but you weren't in the Soul Society's domain any longer. Fighting fair was of no concern to the evil that resided in this blasted desert.

“Obey me.” He ground his heel into the wound over your shoulder, the shallow cut stinging painfully as you grimaced. “Give me a show before I kill you, woman.”

You spit out the blood that had been collecting in your cheek. “Die.”

At the low, warning tone of your threat, Nnoitra merely dug his foot in harder. It wasn't within him to even laugh in the face of your frail, empty words. “You will obey-” The air fwipped around you as his weapon flew towards your face, only to stop short of your twitching nose. “-because I am your master.”

You shook your head, but your disagreement was no longer of any consequence. The Espada flung the edge of his blade downwards, and in a split second, your black robes parted to reveal glistening, soft flesh underneath. Somehow he managed to tear both your clothes and your undergarments without so much as nicking your skin–yet by the sickening, crazed expression on his face, you knew that you wouldn't go unscathed for long in his clutches.

“I said, touch yourself. Don't give me that shy act right now, soul reaper.” His mouth stretched into that wide, unsettling grin, full of frightening teeth. “It doesn't suit prey as elusive as you.”

A shudder ran through you at his command, and the fearful glint in your eyes seemed to embolden him even further. Like your terror itself fueled his desire to watch you unravel under the sole of his shoe. But you knew the risk you had taken when you came here, and that there was every chance you wouldn't have any backup from the Soul Society. So, you let your fingers drift down between your thighs. And against your will, at the mercy of being on the end of his blade, you started exploring the sweet flesh he desperately drank in with hungry eyes.

“See? Even weak filth like you can follow orders.” He smirked, peering down at the gentle twitch of your fingers. “Deeper. You're no virginal lamb, girl–spread yourself open.”

“Bite me.” You growled in a comparably meek show of resistance. Even so, you circled your fingertips hesitantly around your folds, which seemed to excite him as he watched with rapt attention.

“I'm not helping you.” He grunted, smarmy and smug. “It would only turn you on more.” He tilted his chin at your other hand, and you begrudgingly lifted it to your clit to aid in the humiliating process. Your arm quivered with the deep lacerations his technique had left, but you were under no impression that this was a real fight anymore–this was an attempt to stall for time before he inevitably took your life.

“C-Captain Zaraki will-” You squeaked suddenly as Nnoitra growled, and threatened your neck with the gleaming end of his blade.

“Silence!” He hissed, possessiveness and jealousy seething in his tone. “You are my property, and you will speak my name alone. Now, put your fingers inside.” He punctuated each word with a sharp flick of his long, pointed tongue, which bore the black flourishes of the intimidating number 5. You were by no means the strongest in your division, not even close, but to think that this kind of power belonged to only the fifth of all of Aizen's army frayed your nerves to no end. But still, Nnoitra watched anxiously for you to continue, and with a frightened hiccup you carefully inserted your middle finger into the depths of your poor, weeping slit.

“Yes,” He cackled. “Very good. It's obvious–a woman's place is in servitude, not on the battlefield.”

“You fucking-” His foot shifted, and with a soft tut to remind you not to stop, he pressed the arch of his sole firmly against your jugular. Your throat squeezed at the immediate lack of oxygen, a head rush coming on at once, but Nnoitra just cackled and urged you to rub deeper as another finger disappeared between your tight, wet walls.

“Mmnh…you might be beautiful, if not for the stink of rebellion on your skin.” He murmured, not shy in staring as he nudged your legs further apart with the long handle of his double-scythe. “What is your rank in the Soul Society, hm? Floor-mopper? Bootlicker?” You cringed as he increased the pressure of his foot on your neck, before his face drew closer and his voice lowered to a husky, dark hum. “Prostitute?”

Your lips parted in answer, but only a soft, choked-up moan escaped as you curled your fingers into a deep, spongy spot within. His taunting was getting into your head, it was getting harder to stave off the pleasure and stall for the time your saviours would need.

Were they even coming? Or…were you just collateral damage at this point?

“That's it. That's what I want to see–a woman who knows her place. Keep touching yourself. I want those fingers soaked.” He encouraged, his breath puffing against your face as your pace heightened, hips stuttering as they rolled into your hands. “Show me the glory of the Soul Society. And when you've finished, I'll let you prove your worth again on my tongue.” As he spoke, that slimy, warm muscle slathered your cheek in spit, leaving you shivering and sticky before it wormed against your sealed lips, begging to be let inside. It was yet again a battle you were destined to fail, as you barely stifled a moan when his tongue wriggled its way in and slid uncomfortably down your squeezing throat. Only then did he finally bring his foot away, just to replace it with a much more intimate form of breath suppression.

Shluck, shluck, shluck, shluck. You forced your lips apart just to torment yourself further, the act of self-pleasure feeling more like flagellation as you tried desperately not to enjoy what was happening to you. This one was sick, a depraved pervert who would undoubtedly take and corrupt whatever lay in his path. You were better than that, you were–you were–!

“Dirty wretch,” Nnoitra exclaimed as he dragged his tongue out from your mouth, leaving your lips swollen and dripping with saliva behind. “Cum! Prostrate yourself before me, weakling!” He barked, his black hair caressing your cheek as he pressed his forehead insistently to yours, fiending to watch you come undone before his very eyes. But a gleam glinted in yours, and before he could bring down the blade of punishment, you were already spasming and breathlessly crooning out in retaliation.

“Zaraki,” You moaned softly under your breath. “C-Captain Zaraki-!” Your hips jumped while Nnoitra's expression soured, the retribution flickering across his gaze as your body weakly convulsed in time with the spurts of fluid coating the ground beneath you. The Espada held still while you came down from the high, thighs quivering as you slipped your sticky fingers out of your sopping-wet cunt.

“Oh, so you think you're clever, do you?” He uttered mockingly, and ignored how you braced for impact as he stood back up, towering over your defiled self. From thin air a young, blond man appeared behind him, and despite the instinct to cover yourself, you felt the heaviness of your wounds finally weighing you down enough to grow sluggish and exhausted.

“Tesra, take her back.” Nnoitra departed, apparently unbothered by the sight of you bleeding out on the sand, until he cast a grin over his shoulder as he walked off. “She'll be a fun toy to break after I kill her precious Captain.”