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toxicraisins · 1 year
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when i feel stressed, i just try to think happy thoughts… sunshine, rainbows, luke hemmings wearing sparkly eyeshadow and cowboy boots, butterflies…
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i'll be real whenever i gotta cook a steak, whether for myself or for others, that godforsaken letterkenny bit blares in my ears loud as shit
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saucefunk · 1 year
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…let’s see if we can find what you wanted me to see.
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mewniemoon · 9 months
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Suns doesnt understand the urgency of the situation smh. Ive been loving the war and seeing art from both sides its so fun!
For those who cant read my hand writing:
Pebbles: Suns!! We need to kiss Right Now!!
Suns: W-What?
Pebbles: Its for the WAR Suns!
Suns: What in the voids holy grace are you talking about??
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Chinese boneless spare ribs
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fattributes · 10 months
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Taiwanese Fried Chicken
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shelfperson · 10 months
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buffetlicious · 18 days
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Mum stir-fried this plate of Cauliflower & Prawns with king oyster mushrooms, minced pork and tomato for dinner. Together with a pot of her five-spice and dark soya sauce Braised Pork Belly and shiitake mushrooms, it is bon appétit time.
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do you ever just sit there thinking about your favorite ocs while violently shaking. god. clenches fist. They're So.
#every time a song from their Joint Playlist comes on i go fucking feral#the betrayal the refusal to Let Go the haunting the persisting love the renunciation the resentment the abandonment the resignation#the overwhelming desire to do good vs the fear of admitting you were wrong vs the two people you love most tearing each other apart#AGHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK IM SUDDENLY DEEP IN THE ORIGINAL SAUCE#five seconds i was Normal. scribbling welcome home#then One Of The Songs Came On and now im losing my fucking marbles#perceived betrayals leading to real betrayals....#going too far and now its too late you're Committed you cant go back#he came to you thinking he could make you understand and you could work together to make things Better#and instead you ripped his heart out and left it bleeding on the floor for everyone to see#THEY MAKE ME MORE INSANE THAN LITERALLY ANYTHING#absolutely unprompted#the oc Unwellness comes and goes in waves but its the only true constant obsession with my life#god those three... my dearest darling Trio.... how old are they turning this year?#is it year eight of having them? year nine?#one of the two is for sure how long ive had My Specialest Boy Light Of My Life The Reason I Am Still Alive#the other two came after... maybe only mere months after but he was the first and he is just. i love him so fucking much#he is so so personal to me. he has a permanent place carved out in my chest#he sleeps on my ribs <3#the other day i was reminiscing about his development over the years. his changes his different Versions#and fuck... he's really changed with me huh??#his past selves are echoes of my own self over the years#like he is Very different from me but at the same time. i created him with little pieces of myself sewn in#we hold the same views the same beliefs. im not him and hes not me but we're Kindred yk yk#i think i need to go listen to his playlist.... how long is it now... let me check... 15 hours 13 mins... 228 songs...#my gay 5'2 powerhouse of a guy. him <3#maybe 'them' too he's played fast and loose with gender over the years. holy shit wait#his development echoes mine... i characterized him as 'fucks with gender norms' long before i realized my own gender fuckery#god damn. i love him even more now. i didnt think that was possible. im going to cry. hes so important to me#he has been with me through my worst years... and will be with me through all the hard times to come <3
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zcattered-pages · 5 months
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today i bring springbonnie/springtrap designs
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2hoothoots · 9 months
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So happy I finally found you! Your art has been lurking in my Pinterest feed for forever and I kept forgetting to check out your Tumblr pffff
Your art is so cool your grown-up versions of both Raz and Lili and very gender to me specifically ❤️❤️❤️
AW thank you!! it's always so wild to me to think about my stuff popping up on other sites, haha. perhaps this too will some day reach the distant shores of pinterest...
and i'm glad! (raz doesn't keep up with the On-Line Lingo but he'd still be flattered i'm sure)
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stalactites · 2 years
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nope 2022 thesis statement
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marklikely · 2 years
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"musicals are so dumb like why do people burst into song" its nondiagetic "how did all these background people know the words" its nondiagetic "how did they all choreograph this dance" itS NONDIAGE
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thecryptidart1st · 2 years
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I MADE THIS SAUCY FAKE ROMANCE NOVEL COVER BECAUSE IM GONNA UPDATE MY SOLDERED WIRES PIN POST YOU’RE ALL WELCOME
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aether-owo · 9 months
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LET THEM OUT
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boxwinebaddie · 3 months
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… can we get the realer and worse toxic yaoi
oh don't you WORRY, my loves! i am...writing it. ;)
smh.
i'm miserable.
Slay Olay! <3
so i was thinking way too hard about kyle showing up on the doorstep of their apartment all fucked up from fighting transphobes and stan taking care of him eVEn thOugh thEy bRokE uP ( and broke the hearts of dawn spawn ravesey super fans everywhere, mind you! ) and i started writing something...it's not finished and it's in these weird stage directions while i try and write...better, less cringeworthy actions. but you know what, you asked, and you shall receive. but...
be careful what you wish for, darlings. xx
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[ this...is not his proudest moment.
he thinks as he drags his limp body towards the apartment, every step excruciating. kyle, mi amor, you've been fighting again! stan would scold and curse under his breath, shaking his lovely head, his bangs in his eyes, a dark natural brown, the way they always were when he was happy and healthy, with a tanned sun-kissed hand braced on his hip, his tattoos swirling enticingly beneath it. stan hated when he got into fights. but who gives a shit, right? surely not stan, because stan hated him even more right now, a terrible thought that thrummed all through his aching head as he finally made it to their front door.
...or, what used to be their front door.
it was late, the rest of the world was asleep, with craig's sister, who'd been cat sitting for them, hopefully all tricia tuckered out and in bed. he didn't want her to see him like this. he'd be absolutely horrified.
kyle hated being vulnerable...almost as much as he hated being alone.
but that was just as well: he was a hideous and unlovable thing.
which was why he couldn't say it. kyle grit his teeth. he was uncapable of it! he reasoned unreasonably, as he went to unlock the door, haunted and taunted by the silly novelty wine glass shaped housekey stan had gotten made for him as a joke at ace hardware when they'd first moved in together...before he'd fucked up everything.
the memory made him wince, but not worse than the stupid holographic key-chain that hung from the dumb key like a noose, a cruel, tacky reminder of their ruined relationship. because each time it flickered the acursed thing forced kyle to watch stan kiss his cheek,
over.
and over.
and over again.
he groans and twists the sharp metal shiv like a knife when the ghost of his favorite voice in this world and the next, cries out ]
“ — KY!”
[ the door swings open to reveal stan, silhouetted in moonlight and frozen there, in a fixed, but broken state of shock. kyle squints up at him, like that vision of radiance is some kind of sick apparition, a cruel trick of his waning conscious. because stan is supposed to be doing a show tonight, and yet...there he is. with his pretty face lightly flushed and his now bright red hair held back and still wet from the shower.
he’s standing in the doorway, cradling curb in his arms, wearing a plaid patterned pair of kyle's boxers and his beloved college sweatshirt, stained in small splotches around the collar with sweet-n-sour sauce and charcoal colored salt water. the hue of his eyeliner.
he looks beautiful, so naturally, kyle smiles and sways, causing his split lip to send blood same shade of stan's hair all over his teeth. ]
“Hey, Handsome.”
[ his ex-boyfriend's blue-silver eyes dilate in dizzying delight for a moment, lightening with longing before darkening again. he starts to say something, probably in admonition — he's not supposed to say shit like that anymore — when kyle stops him dead in his tracks. ]
“ — I wasn’t talkin’ t’you.”
[ the injured boy nods towards curb, who stan holds protectively over his chest, like he's hiding his heart, unaware of it's place on his sleeve. or his ring finger, where a tatted sun shone, proof of their covenant and devotion to each other. because rings didn't matter. they'd been married since sixth grade. or were...married. he was still getting used to that one. stan rolls his eyes, but he laughs a little in spite of himself.
so that line still works, he mentally notes with a smirk, clinging to that small sense of pride. even if they don't. curb makes a confused, concerned noise, a mournful meow. and kyle is so distracted by the two sets of blue eyes roving over him, that he almost forgets to ask: ]
“How’dya…” [ he pauses, narrowing his eyes. ] “Know it was…m-me?"
[ stan speaks too quickly, like the answer is obvious. he sputters out. ]
“You—You made a s-sound at the door! You groaned…”
[ but stan stops mid-word, choking back a sob at the sore sight of kyle's bruised and battered face. he whispers something in stannish, a soft, soothing hymn — into the crook of curb's neck before placing a small kiss at the top of his ochre head and lowering him down onto the carpet, where he skitters behind his dad's legs, looking equally fearful.
then, without thinking, stan surges forward to touch the bloody, war-torn battlefield of his ex-boyfriend's countenance, all to desperate to hold him, to comfort him. it's involuntary, its muscle memory, a force of habit, and his scared, shaking fingers were nearly curved around the raised, angry apple of the combatant's cheek, where a dark purple bruise had begun to blossom like the worst kind of rose, before, at the very last second, that helping hand jerks away and clasps over his wide, whimpering mouth like a lock, where through the watery, unforgiving valley of his fingers, stan mutters a sad and strangled… ]
“Oh—Oh my god…”
[ it hurts a hundred times more than all three broken ribs to hear the pain that stings in stan's voice, but the college student stubbornly soldiers on, trying to put on a brave face he attempts to pull all the pieces together. his ginger brow furrows pensively as he ponders, then hones in on an answer, his hypothesis rolling tentatively off his tongue before his bitter words back off, ripe with disillusion and disbelief. ]
“Shit. You…”
[ kyle’s sage eyes widen in realization, suddenly wrought with guilt. ]
“Felt it, didn’t ya?”
[ stan rubs his neck sheepishly and looks away, now studying the carpet with great sudden interest. he made a displeased clicking noise, like the logician was wrong, but kyle knew from the way stan’s lip twitched, he was right. after all, kyle could read stan like a book. it was his favorite one. which was clear from the way the scholar watched the rockstar's teeth thrash his lovely pierced lip.
stan was embarrassed. but kyle thought he was so goddamn cute when he got all nervous. which was a selfish and fucked up thing to think. but no matter, because when he looked up again, his once sky-blue eyes had gone grey like two summer storms. kyle's face falters. because, for the very first time, his favorite book...was unreadable. ]
“Let’s get you inside.”
i'm so sad this is the worst thing i've ever written, oh my GOD.
-uncle nina, captain of the ravesey ship which is sInKinG!!!!! :///
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