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fidgetspringer · 1 year
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im sorry but wait what... you have cheese in a JAR? ive never heard of this before
Ye! Like so:
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suntails · 7 months
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(mild gore)
fealty
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skysurfing · 1 year
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i put your boyfriend in the soup
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an-albino-pinetree · 3 months
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Hey! This comic is way too spicy to post! But have some ✨expressions✨
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i’m a bitch, i’m a boss
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ventiswampwater · 8 months
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Brian Van Holt as Sergeant Ray Dunbar
BASIC (2003) dir. John McTiernan
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justablah56 · 1 month
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head in my hands me when the art is good but the terry is white
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mail-me-a-snail · 3 months
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hey. hi. listen. can you imagine being vance. can you imagine being vance and being told you have the opportunity of a lifetime; your ticket to all the eddies you'll ever need to skip town; start fresh; never have to look over your shoulder again (though you will, always; you cannot help yourself)
with the one catch being you have to willingly return to the people you're so desperately trying to escape in the first place. you have to venture into the den and come back out without ever letting them know who you are.
and that's easy enough. that's some kind of retribution, some subtraction of assets that could give vance an uneasy sense of closure. whatever i take from arasaka is what's going to take me away from them.
but can you imagine being vance and losing your best friend in the process.
(he got you out)
(he was going to get you out again)
can you imagine being vance and staring at your reflection, at the suit you swore youd never wear again, at the blood splattered on the once pristine white.
can you imagine wondering how you ever thought you could escape it?
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riftclaw · 11 months
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Have had a looming deadline I’ve had to tend to so I hadn’t had much of a chance for fun art until now-- new piece for @sonic-oc-showdown‘s latest round of polls.
It’s very funny thinking about these two meeting. Byte doesn’t like grumpy people-- but V’s face just looks like that. No matter how excited, eager, or fascinated he is, his face is a permanent 😠
V’s particular skillsets lie in biology, organic chemistry, and genetics, and he can take something, break it down, and use it to induce mutation in subjects (including himself!). It’s a very funny niche to fill in a series packed to the brim with roboticists. Maybe whatever the amorphous organ belonged to spat acid.
Anyway V is being very genuine here. Nothing could get him more stoked than cutting up some kind of monster spleen. Who knows what he’s gonna learn!
Byte belongs to @bunniibones! You can find the poll here.
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keeps-ache · 4 months
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it's not mine, i'm a terrible puppeteer!
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estarion · 4 days
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↑ HIM ONCE DAWNTRAIL IS OUT BOIII also, teehees at @fracturcdlight & @strayxwolf
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j4r-of-flies · 3 months
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@sizzlingcandyjellyfishhh reminded me of u for some reason
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ittybittybumblebee · 2 months
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started listening to the magnus archives and its rlly good but its a very blink and you miss whats happening aka NOT a background podcast if u wanna absorb whats going on fully
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Never thought that it would end like this
Here it is! My piece for @merwainefest day 7: free day.
Here on ao3 for those on there!
On the training ground, Gwaine gets distracted as Merlin walks past.
Gwaine was feeling rather stupid. He had been too distracted during training to focus properly on the blows Leon was raining down upon him, and now had a nasty gash on his arm that needed looking into. Now, he was sat at the side of the training field as the others kept at it. But, the reason for his distraction was the one tending to the open slice on his forearm.
Merlin.
It wasn’t Gwaine’s fault that Merlin’s arse was the meaning of ‘perky’, and the way his hair caught in the sunlight was too hard for Gwaine to miss. So when Merlin had walked past the training field and bent over at the crucial moment, Gwaine’s eyes went over Leon’s shoulder instead of focusing on the sword that caught Gwaine completely off guard, and blood running down his arm.
Leon hadn’t stopped apologising, even though that’s the whole point of training, Gwaine had told him. But Leon was Leon, and wouldn’t stop fretting until Merlin had come over and told Gwaine to follow him, heading over to a nearby tent, which inside had a basket of bandages and other medicinal items that he stocked for the training ground every morning for these exact moments. Fortunately, Gwaine walked off the field neck-and-neck with Merlin, so he wouldn’t be ‘distracted’ again.
Gwaine felt guilty. It wasn’t right to ogle when Merlin wasn’t aware, and Gwaine knew it. Maybe he’ll say something. Just maybe.
Merlin pulled the basket and asked Gwaine to sit, which he did. Gwaine rested his injured arm on his lap and stared at Merlin’s hand. The young man was working with such dexterity and Gwaine could only watch patiently. His arm hurt, that was true, but he could wait a little longer to watch Merlin at work.
Gwaine thought he heard Merlin mention something, but shrugged and ‘hmm’d in response. He was still watching Merlin at work, collecting bottles, bandages and something resembling a spoon?
“Gwaine?” Merlin was smiling when Gwaine looked at him, and that almost did the knight in. Merlin’s toothy grin was his weakness, and in this close proximity to it? That smile was a lethal weapon. It could bring anyone to their knees.
He snapped back into the world, and nodded, “Yes?” He responded, not meeting Merlin’s eyes.
“Can you hold this for me?” Merlin held a jar of a sticky, amber-coloured liquid. It had a faint scent.
“Is that honey?” Gwaine asked, and went to dip his fingers in it to taste it.
Merlin’s smile widened as he withdrew the honey jar. “It’s not to eat,” he said softly with a small laugh, “but yes, it’s honey.”
Gwaine felt his cheeks heat up, as he did when he heard Merlin laugh, but hoped Merlin was too occupied with the jar or the cut or something else to notice. He held his hand out to take the jar, from Merlin, and as he did his fingers brushed Merlin’s. It was an innocent gesture, until he heard Merlin cough awkwardly. Gwaine looked up. Merlin’s face was also flushed.
“Merlin.”
The pair looked at each other. Gwaine swam in Merlin’s blue eyes for what felt like eternity and felt himself leaning forwards.
Merlin couldn’t take his eyes off the knight, but snapped out of the daze, shook his head, and looked away.
Gwaine leaned backwards. It was now or never.
“Merlin, has anyone ever told you…” Now or never, Gwaine, “…how blue your eyes are?” Merlin looked at him incredulously. “They’re more blue than the sky.”
“Um, thanks?” Merlin spoke quietly, spooning honey out of the jar and smearing it on Gwaine’s arm. “Honey is good to clean the wound, that’s good advice for you.”
Merlin kept talking, listing the medicinal properties of honey and other common plants and herbs, but Gwaine wasn’t really listening. He felt like he might explode. He was staring at Merlin’s lips.  Gorgeous and lovely and inviting and kissable-
Gwaine leaned forward and kissed Merlin mid-word. It was a peck, nothing more, nothing less. Gwaine noticed Merlin had stopped moving and was staring right at Gwaine.
“What…?”
Gwaine breathed a very nervous laugh. Since when did Gwaine get nervous? “I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t do that.”
A pause. Neither of them moved, spoke, breathed.
“Was that ok?”
At first, Gwaine wasn’t sure if Merlin would respond at all. Merlin opened and closed his mouth, then finally said. “That was nice.”
Nice? “Nice?”
“Yes,” Merlin continued, “It was unexpected, but it was nice.” They looked at each other for a few more seconds before Merlin spoke again. “I really need to finish dressing this.”
“Yes, of course,” Gwaine held out the honey towards Merlin, but his sweaty palm wasn’t helping, so he held it balanced on his leg. His heart was racing. That was not a reaction he could have predicted. What would he do now? Merlin said it was ‘nice’, which was about as useful as a one-legged man in an arse-kicking contest.
“Gwaine,” Merlin spoke as he took a bandage and started wrapping up Gwaine’s arm. “Is this how you truly feel?”
“Yes, Merlin, for a while now.” Gwaine paused, wondering how to say exactly how he felt. “You have no idea how hard it is seeing you every day around the castle with your perfect arse and gorgeous eyes and soft hands-”
“I think I do, Gwaine,” was Merlin’s response, and before Gwaine could even form a confused frown, Merlin’s lips were on his.
This kiss was longer, deeper, yet still soft, and full of desire and longing and wanting, from Gwaine and mirrored by Merlin. It was over far too soon for Gwaine’s liking and he was left wanting more.
Merlin pulled away and held a finger to Gwaine’s lips to stop him from protesting.
“Before you say anything, we can continue this later,” Merlin started with a smile on his lips, “but you need to get back out there or people might talk.”
“Oh, let them talk.” Gwaine swatted away Merlin’s hand and took Merlin’s chin with his good hand and kissed him deeply. Merlin, however, could only laugh and pull away.
“I would love for this to continue, but not now, Gwaine.” The knight pulled his best puppy dog eyes, but Merlin did not fall for it. Accepting defeat, Gwaine dropped his head and stood up. Merlin tidied the place and stood up, faced Gwaine and expressed, “You have no idea how happy I am that this happened, Gwaine, and I can’t wait for it to continue.” Gwaine couldn’t believe it either, and the fact that he was speechless made it much more apparent. He couldn’t remember a time he had been more lost for words.
“Now get out there, and show them all that your arm hasn’t fallen off. And, please put Arthur on his arse at least once.”
Gwaine beamed a huge grin across his face. “After you, my dear.” Gwaine bowed as Merlin laughed and walked past. Now was his chance.
Gwaine smacked Merlin’s backside as he left the tent.
Merlin looked back, rubbing his behind.
“Oi!”
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existentialcrisistime · 2 months
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WORD FACT Cheese
okay the first one that comes to mind is maybe slightly dark and also an excellent example of my mother's personal brand of parenting, but here goes:
so when my brother and I were kids, my mother introduces us to this special school holiday/weekend lunch dish called "cheese wee"
what's that I hear you ask? you roughly chop various types of hard cheese (mostly cheddar, red leicester etc) into cubes, put in a bowl with a splash of water, microwave on high for a couple minutes til all the cheese has melted (and the liquid resembles, well, cheese wee), then you grind pepper over the top and dunk hot buttered toast in it
and the way she introduces us to it is not by simply making it us as a treat, but before serving it us prefaces it with "and this is what killed my father so don't eat too much of it" (he actually passed away from a heart attack, and was v much a fan of eating cheese)
however even vague allusions to death can't deter a pair of kids from a blowl of melted cheese and toast, so we were just fine, and continued having it over the years when she'd make it for us
thank u anon, I hope this was absolutely not what you expected
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hobbinch · 2 months
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I went to a wedding reception yesterday!!
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