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topinteriorsdesign · 2 years

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devilishdelights · 5 months

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this was gonna b a full illustration of them walking thru devildom on a date night but I am much too lazy so this is it

#still cute I think #didn’t use any references just used memory so I prolly forgot some stuff on mams #can u believe he actually wears a long sleeved black shirt underneath his jacket not t shirt. top 10 anime betrayals #Devilishdelights #they’re supposed 2 be scheming together on how to scam rich people outta their money. mc suggests killing them #I really wanna draw a scene from the game though but I can’t decide which so maybe I’m gonna put up a poll. however I can’t stop thinking a #mc and beel eating together at Hell’s Kitchen…..#mammon and mc

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jula483 · 3 months

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the tattoo sleeve is getting bigger 👀

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#link neal #TATTOO #link in black #Y'ALL #now they're both hiding bee tattoos from us???#what the hell is happening #also they're wearing the same outfits as in the mythical kitchen instagram stories from monday #did they really film it on monday??#i'm going insane #my post

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pawbeanies · 3 months

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hii can we smoke together but i'm a beginner and dont know how to use a lighter so you laugh at me (softly) as you light it and show me how to take a hit before handing it off to me....... can we....

#embarrassing and silly but this did hapen to me once. the one time i smoked JFKSJD #but like in my defense .! i am like. a boy who does not get out much and doesnt do dr*gs or anything #censored in case the tumblrs will banish me for it.#so a high school friend (but like we were in uni atp) lit it for me and liek. had me take a hit #head spinny thinking abt it a little like. weh #they were so nice abt it too n talking me through it like. deep breath... hold it #smiling n laughing a little bit when i coughed bc id never smoked before!! or even like. vaped or anything bc im a COWARD #n then going like. do you want to try again? :)#and then i snuggled w them and their bf and we got italian beef afterwards and watched hells kitchen which is like. so nice #but also like who the hell designed lighters i still don't know how to use one. like real #my hands are too weak to use lighters im a weenie #but also also like i would do it again. i am a boy w too much anxiett and brain thoughts and it was so nice to not have thoughts for a bit

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sobashahzadi · 3 months

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hells greatest dad but it’s a voice message I sent my friend while waiting for my pie in the oven

10 likes and I’ll do a full cover w the lyrics this time…

I’m not a singer so don’t sue me and please excuse my very audible gasps for air

#Yay!#you guys love hearing voice don’t u #sobaart #sobarant #I used an empty kitchen roll for alastors voice #look at me go being inventive #hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin art #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #radio demon #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hells greatest dad

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orcelito · 2 months

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I think I cried harder today over my dad's jackets than I did at his deathbed. That was a miserable time of course, a memory that will likely be seared into my brain until I die, but I cried... I think a normal amount, all things considered. More than I ever usually do of course, but I typically don't cry At All. All this free crying is certainly surreal.

The jackets, though. I was put in charge of doing his laundry, because we don't want to pack up dirty clothes. I was expecting it to be unpleasant bc my dad's dirty clothes - gross. But really, it was much more unpleasant in that... those were his. It felt wrong to touch them. Felt wrong to treat his jackets as gross. Because they were just his jackets. They weren't even in the hamper. And then I was remembering him wearing them, and then I was crying. Again. And again. Weeping over these damn jackets.

Then I found a shirt on his bed that still smelled like him. It smelled like a Hug From Dad. And that set me off crying even harder.

In total, I think I cried like 6 times within 40 minutes. It took me that long to finish sorting the damn clothes bc I just. Was a wreck. Like, what are you supposed to do when you're living life like normal, vaguely hopeful bc you're taking steps to secure your own happiness, and then 4 days later you're sorting your dad's laundry because he fucking died. Suddenly. Without a goodbye.

And you have to worry about his lack of a will (even under an ideal situation, only 2 heirs and no conflicts between us, probate's a fucking Bitch), and arranging the funeral, and prepping his obituary, and picking out pictures, and writing a speech bc you want to talk at his funeral, of Course you want to talk at his funeral, but even just thinking about anecdotes you could share has you crying yet again.

I've cried more times in the past 3 days than likely the entirety of last YEAR. And that's WITH my cat, and uncle, and family friend dying. Those all hurt, my uncle most of all, & I was real fucked up over it. But this? This was my Dad. Likely the person I'd have named 2nd closest to me in my life, second only to my sister. He wasn't perfect, but he did so much for me throughout my entire life. All he wanted was to raise us to be happy and independent. And he accomplished it, we're getting by without him, but we still wanted several more decades with him. He was only 57. We should've gotten several more decades with him.

But here we are now. Playing investigators to his life, digging into all his shit, trying to find documents and take inventory of all his things, and learning Many things about him in the process. In his lockbox of sensitive documents, like his SSN and birth certificate and all that stuff, we found an old letter. About a decade old now, written in my hand. Right at the very top, we found that he'd kept the letter I wrote to him telling him frankly about my struggles and the things I wanted him to do better. He kept it. He tried to take it to heart. He looked at it again, sometime more recently than all the rest of the documents. That was on top.

His love for us is evident everywhere. The pictures he has hanging up all over the place, majority of them with us in them. The old fathers day cards placed on display in his bedroom bookshelf. The gifts we gave him, even stupid little knick knacks, placed around his apartment with pride. I wish we'd taken more videos of him. I don't want to forget the sound of his voice. I don't want to forget his smell either, the smell of a Hug From Dad, but I still tossed that shirt into the wash even though it felt like saying yet another goodbye.

It's the suddenness that hurts the most, I think. We were planning on having him help me finally get my license this year. My final words to him, the last thing he would've seen from me, were messages asking up on whether he'd called his car insurance company to make sure there wouldn't be problems. I should've called him more. I don't know if I'm going to learn from this.

I cut my 2 weeks off early to have time to grieve and to work on things for the funeral and settling the estate. The last thing I'd wanna do right now is selling fucking bubble tea in a job I already decided to leave. So here I am without a job, though with potentially two life insurance policy payouts to come. Inheriting half his 401k. Inheriting couches, knickknacks, keepsakes, paintings, art pieces, maybe even his guitar and other furniture if we can figure out what to do about space (I don't have room for this furniture, I don't know if I even have room for the couches, but God do I want to keep so much of this furniture). It has me even considering keeping one of his guns, just one. A tiny little revolver, it sits so comfortably in my hand. I don't even want to use it for anything. I just want to have it, keep it stored in a drawer with its ammo kept separate. I don't like guns, but this is a part of him. He loved collecting guns. He was about as responsible with them as someone can be, keeping them locked in a lockbox and impressing upon his children the importance of gun safety (I've known the basic gun safety rules ever since I was a little kid. Of course, of course, of course.) It reminds me of him. It's horrifically easy to have a gun in Indiana. I apparently don't even need a permit to carry anymore. (I have no intention to ever carry this in public.)

It's all a cycle. Business, grief, thoughts about my future. Round and round, like the most nauseating carousel in existence. I don't know how I'm still so functional. My skills with compartmentalization have been my lifesaver.

And im just thinking about the story my dad's best friend shared today. About a friend of theirs who lost her father. She reached out after hearing about my dad to share his words with her: "it's okay to grieve, but don't make his death your life".

He explicitly referenced himself in this, saying if he were to die suddenly that he wouldn't want us to define ourselves by it. Grief is expected, but he wants us to be able to move on. He's always wanted us to establish ourselves and make ourselves happy. He wouldn't want to be a weight holding us back from that.

So every time I start to feel guilty for thinking about having nicer furniture or using his life insurance payout to fund the rest of my college, I remind myself of that. Thinking about the material isn't a bad thing. I'm only human. And in the end, he'd Want me to be thinking about it. He never intended to die, certainly not without warning like this, so he would've only encouraged me being pragmatic about it all.

He only ever wanted us to be happy. So I need to do what I can to live up to that.

I love him. I miss him already.

#speculation nation #negative/#this got really long on accident. but i think typing this out was really helpful for me.#getting the thoughts out. processing. the works.#nearly cried several times just from writing this.#...and honestly i might reference this again when i start seriously writing my eulogy.#things suck a Lot right now. and i really wish they were different.#feels like i picked a bad choice in a video game and am now seeing the Bad Ending or whatever #all i need to do is reload a previous save. it's all still there. perfectly preserved in my memories.#but... that's all gone. as suddenly and unfair as it is ive been thrust into a new chapter of my life so thoroughly.#it's not all bad though. he wasnt prepared for dying so it's been hell to prepare for him #we dont know if we'll even be able to get into his fucking iphone. stupid piece of shit.#but he had life insurance. he had a union job. and That comes with benefits #(something about a year's salary going to the family. aka half a year's salary to Me. and isnt That mind boggling.)#as much as it hurts im going to be realistic about it. im going to do what i need to finish my education.#and im going to use it as a springboard for finally becoming a 'proper adult'.#the kind who could own a nice kitchen fridge. one with an ice machine on the front of the door #and freezers in the drawers.#maybe then i could think about getting motorcyle lessons. not from my dad as i originally wanted #but i wanna keep the family biker spirit alive. i wanted it even before he died. and now i want it even more.#ive had so so many thoughts. it's only been 3 days. ive had to emotionally numb myself several times just to Get Through It.#everything is exacerbated. my mom wants to go to the funeral. we will have to fight her on this. my dad Hated her.#and i certainly dont fucking want her around either. not then. not when im talking about my dad.#(my dad. my Dad. i saw him die. i felt him cold. i do not regret it. it still hurts me.)#it's overwhelming. i loved him so fucking much. even with his flaws he was truly an amazing father.#i'll... shut up now. if you read this far. well. hug your loved ones a little tighter. you never know when youll lose them.

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ohitslen · 9 months

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OHMYFUCKINGGOD ON THE TOPIC OF VASHWOOD IMMM OKAY UH HOW THeY uuUH cooking meals for each other,?,, mhmbqnd yeA h DOMESTIC? ?? Yes but UM UH, more like, sharing a simple moment doing such a simple thing, yet in spite of how simple the thing is they rarely get to enjoy it, and now that they do it’s togETHER— I WILL,, OHGOD….

What if. Wait a minute. I’m an artist what the fuck.

#they get to use a kitchen and show off what each others maternal figures taught them #Vash rusty as hell but he has cooked and is decent but WW has such a homely seasoning it moved Vash to tears #not even his dramatic for the giggles kind of crying but genuinely moved tears #better yet it’s not full on crying it’s just that. tears slipping out of his eyes and it’s genuine and he is smiling #he doesn’t even praise WW exaggeratedly he just says after the first spoonful ‘this is delicious’ and keeps eating #WW doesn’t say anything he just hums and lets him. eating with him sharing their meal #AAAAAOOOUGHHFUCK GUYS LISTEN I am the weakest soldier in the domesticity war #you have no idea how soft it makes me. it’s peak love for me sharing the mundane #i almost made myself cry writing this. not even the lord can save me #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun stampede #trimax #vash #wolfwood #nicholas trigun #vashwood #lenssi rambles #writing for this also. nothing long. something similar to the promises post yeah

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clochanamarc · 3 months

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i should be preparing for an exam prep class and instead i'm obsessing over the domestic soft things that get me giggling and kicking my feet--

#( OUT OF SOULS. )#( I HATE NORMAL DOMESTIC STUFF BUT )#( RP DOMESTIC STUFF?? THAT'S THE REAL SHIT )#( i wrote a drabble that was just wyll and laszlo trying to work out how to use the kitchen gadgets )#( and wee john and roach were trying to help too )#( AND I JUST THINK IT'S SOFT AS HELL OKAY )

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todayisafridaynight · 5 months

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sometimes my ass feels goofy bout my sawashiro photocard holder but my eldest sister just got here and she has a new photocard holder with her new anime boyf on it and yk what Very Comforting to know we're losers together

#snap chats #the mental illness of my 20-somn ass having a photocard of a late-30's bitch while her 30-somn ass havin a photocard of a 20-somn bitch LOL #she's never had a photocard. not since last time i saw her lmao timing funny as hell #she my biggest enabler for being a dweeb tbh. which is ironic cause she used to bully me for my interests #i mean she prob still would if i talked to her bout it but she's toned down like .2%#i'd never show her my sawa photocard cause The Bullying that would ensue but its good to know. being a loser is genetic HAHA #even if we're the farthest apart in age we're weirdly similar when it comes to how we interact with media #in that we're insane HAHAHA #i never really talk to her bout fandom stuff but sometimes she'll talk bout what anime or kdrama she's into #and i'll just be like 'ok cool. this is what i sound like to my brother'#its kinda sad cause her husband's like A Normal Southern Guy so he kinda bullies her bout her interests #but she's stubborn it doesn't get her down for too long #ok bye lemme stop blogging in the middle of my kitchen where everyone walking aaaAAAAHHHH

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zhongrin · 6 months

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guess who stabbed her finger with a straw (again)?

this girl!

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#rin rambles #comtext: i use metal straws #it tinie but it hurts like a bitch #i had to wash my hair and it was hell #also why did i have to stab myself right at where the skin folds(?) ough #this is why my f/os don't allow me in the kitchen #i am a danger to myself hskdhskdjsk #time for that super painful but quick dry chinese medicine

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topinteriorsdesign · 2 years

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supercantaloupe · 10 months

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my roommate used this pans a few days ago. got it all burnt and gross. left it soaking in the sink for like two days. finally said "hey can you please clean this pan" yesterday. he said yeah sure. found it in the drying rack today looking like THIS

it was SPOTLESS before he used it last. btw.

#i am livid #why am i the only fucking person in this house who knows how to take care of kitchenware #this is MY skillet too. i brought this from home it wasn't in the kitchen when i got here #i'm glad it's stainless cause evem though it's gonna be a fucking bitch to clean now it won't super damage the pan itself #but jesus christ. i'm fine with people using my kitchen stuff i AM but like #fucking hell. take a little bit of care with it!!#i wanna talk about me

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enigma-absolute · 3 months

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#rough day today with an emotional mess at the end #rough as in it wasn’t BAD just… I had low energy the entire time and lost the day really #I don’t know how my mom does it. she has it worse than me and she expects me to be more bounding and alive and USING my energy #buddy. pal. I got rude and angry because I was LOW and I DO NOT HAVE YOUR PAIN TOLERANCE THRESHOLD #on MULTIPLE levels. physical and emotional #you went to dental school in Otago in the 90’s. I did animation school 2019-2023.#you escaped communism and were a stranger in a strange land and married my father who became a bat from hell and you had to escape him #AND keep the kids in good schools and in God.#I didn’t. I was the child who had it worst on the spectrum and had the PTSD to crawl out of during high school.#of course THAT put a dampener on me growing up in several ways (and uh. being on this hellsite in 2014 didn’t help either)#mom I love you and you love me. we are clearly NOT the same ever #I’m a little over the age dad married you at first now. I do not have the same threshold nor tolerance as you. I AM more sensitive yeah #and I’m trying to work through it but damn it it is hard trying to stay soft in a world getting crueller.#and yet! I have my father’s face and eyes in anger! I wish I could be more kind and loving on low energy and I’m sorry!#I am genuinely an ass when I’m tired and ticked off and want none of your help and I wish I wasn’t! alas!#I do not! have! your threshold nor tolerance!#when I finally get myself together and have a full place to call my own. with bills and all to pay.#I will finally allow myself the relief of lying down onto the kitchen floor and sobbing.#in the knowledge and safety of solitude.#Chris rambles #AUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #vent

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munsonownsmyass · 7 months

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20 days until I get on a plane and fly across the big pond to the States.

20 DAYS!!!

I seriously cannot wait! It's gonna be the most amazing trip and I'm finally be able to give @e-dubbc11 a hug in real life. I know I'm gonna cry 😆❤️

#trip to the states #*chanting* USA USA 🇺🇸#And when I'm in New York Ill be staying in Hell’s Kitchen 😆👌🏻#Lilys US tour

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severalowls · 7 days

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Quick "what the fuck ever's left over, wing it" rice bowl thing which turned out really good so I'm writing it down:

Like 200g pork mince

1 carrot (cubed), 2 spring onions (sliced, probably more if you have more than 2 in the fridge), 4 cloves garlic (minced), generous teaspoon of jarred minced ginger, 1 fresh chili (thin sliced), some black pepper

half a star of crushed star anise, like a teaspoon of cinnamon, like 2 teaspoons hot chili flakes

Like idk Some light soy sauce, idk like a splash of shaoxing wine, idk like a drizzle of mirin (why both? mood of it), like... 2-3 teaspoons szechuan pepper oil

Fry pork mince, add black pepper + star anise + cinnamon, splash of soy sauce, until browned.

Add ginger, whites of spring onions, garlic, fresh chili until flavour exists

add shaoxing wing, mirin, another splash of soy suace, chilli flakes, carrots, cook until carrots are cooked but not mush.

Add greens of spring onions for like 30 seconds, serve over rice. serves one person who didn't have lunch. I'd describe it as mild-spice but flavourful.

#recipe #i forgot what tag i actually use to save these things #most ofthem are just on a pile of note papers in the kitchen #barely even a recipe just 'hey aromatics are good as hell also add these spices'

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meatheadmutt · 7 days

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why am i having to hold a gun to googles head to show me articles on the long term effects of hormonal birth control on the endocrine system in adult patients who began usage as a teenager

#barks #i just wanna know if having a hormonal iud as a teenager fucked with my shit or not #causeeeeee i switched to copper a few years ago and everything was gucci in the coochie until a bad summer hit #lo and behold i call the gyno and she puts me on nuvaring because my symptoms were a sign of hormonal imbalance #meaning i got my ass fucked up from the first iud. right?#fuck if i know i wish they didnt make it my responsibility and then not actually give a shit as to what really happens #the absolute hell you can go through both on and off of birth control is out fucking rageous #'cool my cramps arent as bad but im a raging bitch i want to rob a bank and i want to kill everyone and then myself'#can you please for more than five fucking seconds think about the actual effects these things have on us that arent 'harder to get pregnant #also never listen to anyone that tells you you cant get your tubes tied and still be able to have children down the line #they always wanna bitch and moan about it but its literally reversible just like a vasectomy. not as easy but still possible!#do we get mad at and blame the kitchen counter when a baby smacks their head against it? no. the baby is at fault #tell me why something i have no control over is the reason i have to bear the cross #instead of the dipshit baby that cause the issue in the first place being at fault?????????????????????#im going to burn this world down i swear to god i hate it more every day #the beauty is evident but the horrors persist #hi if you read all of this

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