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ttwistedtransistorr · 7 months

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#GOD DAMN #he’s so hot i need to eat him alive #jonathan davis #korn #jd korn #like just LOOK at him #jonathan davis korn #nu metal #jon davis #omnomnomnom #that was me eating him alive #very scrumptious #he tastes like bug spray

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averycoolfish · 4 months

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yummy yummy (it is genuinely very good)

#boba tea #sylveon #sylveon plush #hell yeah #so silly billy #boba tea was very good #very scrumptious #this was after i gave her a bath because she's old and was stinky #funni silly 10 billion

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 2 years

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Wait you didn't find your chocolate chips :'0 that's- that's terrible. Who could have robbed you this way and what has this world come to?? smh 😞 You must reclaim what is rightfully yours but until then.. *awkwardly gives meager handful of chocolate chips* *which are the wrong variety btw since I only have like.. plain semi-sweet or something* this will have to do. :((( ~Pinestripe

I genuinely have no idea where they could have gone :0

My mom probably hid them cuz she knows I like them so much and would eat the whole bag if I could-

OH MY GOSH THANK YOU 🥺🥺🥺

*mixes the chocolate chips into a bowl of peanut butter and eats with a spoon*

#yes I have eaten this before #very scrumptious #:p #ask #Pinestripe tag

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extervus · 2 years

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The great thing about cooking eggs is that you can cook them anytime and. anywhere

#shut up max #made some midnight scrambled eggs #very scrumptious

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lucysbakingarchive · 2 years

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skillet chocolate chip cookie

#go easy on the brown sugar and chocolate #very scrumptious #cookie

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6cunning6linguist6 · 1 month

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"The Beauty of the BULGE"

#very early transition #beauty of the bulge #truly scrumptious #soxxy gurl

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iamhereonlytobeanunstableshipper · 9 days

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No cause nowadays fandom culture is sooo sensitive like i just saw someone asking why huskerdust from hazbin hotel is such a famous ship if they're a drug addict and an alcoholic so it doesnt seem very healthy...... BABES back in my day if a ship wasnt between a minor and a 30+ year old it was considered a win

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keery · 11 months

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Joe Keery in New York, 6.14.23

#joe keery #joekeeryedit #omg HIIIIIII #he’s looking very scrumptious #also he was spotted at nat and alex wolff’s show ????

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dailymothanon · 2 months

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Hey! You! 🫵

I like your art and I wanted to eventually see you do a NY/Alaska art at some point

Alaska makes good company for him I’m sure ☺️ can be quiet, listens to him complain about everyone bugging him, has cute dog pups, doesn’t bother him, very good for cooling off after all the chaos in his life indeed! New York even has statues of both Balto and Togo!! Togo is never recognized so that is very cool that they have that!!

#Also seems to be more mature than 🤔 a lot of states imo #I’ve read fics about these two…. They’re very scrumptious and good #wttt #welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt fan art #wttt fanart #wttt headcanons #wttsh #wttsh fanart #wttt alaska #wttsh alaska #wttt new york #wttsh new york

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absent-o-minded · 1 month

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Tiny YR S3 Analysis

Just wanted to compare the parallels between these two hand holds in 3x05 and 3x06:

(Please ignore the shitty screencaps, I tried my best)

In terms of composition, these shots are identical. A hand-hold centre to the frame, in a car with the camera placed in the middle. However, they're underpinned by different narrative contexts.

Here, the first shot from 3x05 is drenched in darkness. The actual lighting inside of the car is dim enough to obscure both of their suits, which almost blend them into the seats and so it becomes hard to distinguish between the two of them - The only focussed light is on their conjoined hands. Notably, the actual touch itself is tentative, almost like the bridging of an awkward divide on the way to the palace. Neither of them are sure what the touch actually means. Even their sleeves fall over their wrists and interfere with the actual act, so we only see the bottom half of their hands. Simon reaches out first and places his hand in the open sliver between the two seats before Wille accepts and laces their fingers together. It's an assured squeeze that reads as: "I'm not sure what will happen. I'm nervous." "I am too."

This scene has garnered a lot of analysis for its parallel to the Kristina x Wille car scene in S1 where people have commented on the reversal of blocking - Wille now assumes Kristina's position and Simon equally assumed Wille's. We now know that this arrives before the birthday explosion, and so it's also a touch that signifies confronting the inner workings of an oppressive environment (the palace). It's nerve-wracking and cautious and consolidating, but it's also doubtful. We, as spectators, pick up on visual and physical cues and so we begin to see the hand-hold as an visual indicator that the unity between the two characters is about to be disrupted.

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However, the shot in 3x06 reads entirely differently. The first thing is that the shot is bathed in light. It's a bit like an embrace, contrasting the previous presentation of a cold backseat, Simon and Wille are literally basking in the sun. Most importantly, there is a light flashing on Wille as it seeps in from the windows, illuminating his spot as a person who is newly free. Simon sits to the left with the natural light (no abundance of light) because Simon has always strived to be free. He has never turned away from the light. As he said earlier in the episode: "I never gave up on us. I gave up on the royal court." For Simon, the issue was never the fear of being free, but the constraint of not being free. For Wille, fear hung over his shoulders just like a King's robe would. Being free was an aspiration, never a reality.

But that has all changed. The light is let in. It stands similar to a spot-light, where Wille finally lets the sun hit his body and not have it scorch him, but rather enlighten him.

The actual act of holding hands is no longer bridging an uncomfortable space; It's an assured togetherness. It is the two of them acknowledging everything that has happened and knowing that a future for the two of them is no longer a "possibility", but a truth. It's giddy and confident and safe.

It's also the final touch of the season, and so it had to speak louder than dialogue ever could - Which I think that it does. Throughout S1 and S2, we understood that physical touch was always done in private, or if not, it was done discreetly with the knowledge that it was fleeting. S3 saw the transition from private to public, but not without the fight to touch and not have it be seen as a revolution. To just let it be what it is. And THIS is what the show has been working towards for 3 years. It can all be summarised with this simple, final hand hold in a sunny car that's racing towards a future that finally, finally resembles their dreams. It's not overtly revolutionary, it's not a grand gesture; It's just theirs.

#yr s3 spoilers #young royals season 3 spoilers #young royals spoilers #young royals #tv analysis #young royals season 3 #this is all I could write amidst my burnout so I'm very sorry #I'm desperate to sink my teeth into the analysis of this season because it was fantastic #but also because the cinematography of this season was SCRUMPTIOUS it was beautiful #as we all know I love when parallels parallel because it's not only a great aesthetic motif but it's also narratively telling #these things are put in for a purpose and I love dissecting things #I hope to do some longer analysis' when I'm feeling more up for it but I hope this makes sense!#lisa ambjörn #rojda sekersöz

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 9 months

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HII just wanna let u know i cant stop thinking abt poppy and sally (and laughingstock ofc) and its ur fault!!! i love them sm!! ur brain is huge!!

!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!

#and may i reiterate: HOLY SHIT!!!!#1) you're welcome. pleased to have you here in obscurepair hell #2) dude your art is soooooo fucking Scrumptious #i had to double check to make sure that who was in my inbox was Really In My Inbox hellooooooooooooo hi hi hi #your franklydear is Top Tier #NOT TO MENTION YOUR DRAG EDDIE ART MY GODDDDDDDD i swoon every time i see it #your art is just very.... i am missing the word rn so just. its very Yes. id like to eat it. the colors. the softness. expressive. yeah #anyway now that ive bled out all over your floor #or. its my own floor? this is my blog... well there's blood everywhere. Ignore That #THANKS FOR THE FREE POPSTAR MEAL #poppy doin the hen thing and practically brooding on sally is Everything to me now thank you thank you #rambles from the bog #offerings to the bog #i will be coming back to Gaze at this ask!!!!#'kys' 'shes joking' 'im not' i will admit. i snorted

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stevebabey · 1 year

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CONGRATULATIONS RUBY!!! You're one of my favorite authors so I trust that you'll make something amazing out of this request (if you like it and feel like writing it, no pressure)

❤️‍🔥 with “Nobody in the world has hands this soft.”

just a little steve hand appreciation blurb (bonus points if you include comparing hands with him!!!)

M!!!! AHHH THANK U ANGEL!! im literally so :')) rn u are so very talented so it really means the world for me to hear u like what i write!! your bonus point suggestion like shaped this whole blurb im so glad u included it & omg its the first to break 1k+ words. i went for mutual pining besties bcos i've only written established relationship so far ! enjoy my dear!!! <3

You can’t believe you’re listening to advice from a 14-year old.

It feels like a new low. The idea that you can’t figure out the flirting thing on your own combined with the fact it’s your kid friend Dustin who seems to have a mountain-load of advice makes you feel— well, less than stellar.

But times are tough. And shit, it’s not actually bad advice.

Besides, despite Steve being your best friend, you’ll admit Dustin and him are close as well. Close enough that you made Dustin swear not to rat out your feelings to Steve at the first opportune moment.

He’d scoffed, then very reluctantly agreed. Seemed miffed you wouldn’t let him play matchmaker. Then set to work formulating a perfect plan on how you were to woo Steve — though he insisted you really didn’t need to because Steve was already well and truly obsessed with you.

“Honest!” He had said, eyes bright, and with that familiar cocky smile like he knew more than you. Which, in this case, might be true.

“Steve’s crazy for you, I can tell. He once gave this whole talk about,” Dustin waved his hands around. “Electricity. It’s a whole thing with him. Just trust me, you guys have it.”

Which leads to the here and now. You’re in the passenger seat of Steve’s beemer, the drive-in screen glowing ahead of you, just out the windshield. It’s night time, the dark lit up by dozens of shiny neon signs dotted about around the drive-in keeping you cozy in the car.

There’s an advertisement for Scoops Ahoy! ice-cream, all red, white, and blue, nautical symbols in every corner on a board to your right; a crimson and mustard coloured hot-dog stand with bright lit bulbs around it and a comically large weiner atop it. Beside it is a less glammed up, but nevertheless, trusty popcorn stand.

One of the buckets from there sits between you two, balanced between the seats. Steve seems to be unaware of your inner turmoil, his interest in the film properly piqued as you debate internally on Dustin’s advice. The film is miles away to you, worrying your bottom lip as you reconsider Dustin’s words.

“Just, like... find a way to touch his hand. No, wait- compare hand sizes! That’s like the oldest flirt in the book.” He’d nodded with enough fervor you nearly didn’t question him. Nearly.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you’d asked. “And where did you hear that?”

“Suze.” He’d said plainly. “And Suzie said she heard it from the girls at one of her camps. And it worked on me, so it’ll work on Steve. He’s simple!”

So, how do you go about this? You’re not sure there’s a natural way to ask to compare hand sizes. This feels like a flirt you’d do if he was just a handsome stranger at a party and you had a couple tequila shots on your side for encouragement. Leaned against a wall, sultry giggles and seductive touches; that seems more fitted for the flirt you’re about to try.

But you’re Steve’s best friend, not a stranger, and there’s certainly no liquid courage in your veins. No party. Just you, armed with more butterflies in your stomach than you can count and the advice of a 14-year old. God, you’re screwed.

You steel yourself and steal a glance at Steve. He’s in that grey shirt you like, long sleeved with just two buttons up the top. Both of them are undone.

You feel a bit peaky at how it makes you flush, seeing a flash of his chest. Briefly, you wonder if he’s worn the shirt because he knows it’s one of your favourites. The thought provides no relief to your nerves.

You fix your eyes forward and miss the way Steve glances to check on you, a smile toying at his lips.

Coincidentally, when he reaches for the popcorn, so are you — and your hands brush in the middle, burning hot, and you startle at the touch. Steve’s already apologising, pulling his hand but in a moment, you see it clearly there; your segue.

“Your hands are so much bigger than mine,” You comment, with a quiet chuckle to seem casual, shifting yourself to face him better. Your stomach turns over with nerves and you have to force yourself to meet his eye.

You raise your hand a bit, palm facing him. “See?”

Steve’s pauses, only for a moment, but it’s enough to send your heart rocketing. Just as you’re about to retract your hand and hope to hide your crumpled pride, embarrassment stinging at your chest, Steve grins.

He chuckles and twists in his seat to face you, unfurling his hand and extending it out towards your own.

He wavers, hesitating just short of pressing his hand against yours and when your eyes dart up to his face, your stomach tightens up a bit more at what you find. Nervous, you think giddily, he’s nervous.

In another second the expression is gone and he presses his hand flush against yours.

“I think you might have the world’s smallest hands,” He jokes, curling his fingers over the top of yours just to prove the point. He’s wrong but compared to his large hands, you can see why it certainly might seem that way.

“I think you just have huge hands, Harrington,” You remark, enjoying the feeling of his hand against yours far too much.

The butterflies in your stomach have evolved into something bigger — some sort of lovebird that pecks at your heart and leaves it bleeding in your chest. The beat of its wings gets louder every second Steve doesn’t pull away. In fact, he leans in closer.

“Nope, it’s your hands, 100 percent.” He nods along, lips quirked into an amused smile. The film continues unnoticed, just flashes of light that illuminate the side of his face. Subconsciously, you lean closer into his space, nearly close enough that you could lean over and lay one of him. If you wanted.

Steve continues with a tease, “I’m serious! Nobody in the world has hands this small.”

“Nobody in the world has hands this soft.” You counter with a grin. It’s true, Steve’s hands aren’t at all like how you’d expected; instead of calloused and rough, they’re supple and soft. Like a lover, not a fighter.

It takes a moment to realise your slip. Your heart stutters and Steve’s eyes turn a little wide. His cheeks flush and the only comfort is the obvious delight on his features, even as he blushes pink. His eyes dart to your lips. You hold your breath.

“Yeah?” He asks and licks his lips. “I- I’ve, uh, heard— well, some would say the same about my lips.”

It’s not nearly as smooth as you’ve seen him be, words a bit fumbled. He screws his eyes shut for a moment, gathers his courage, then keeps going. His voice is quiet, eyes watching you closely. “Softest... yeah, softest in the world s’what they’ve said...”

If by some terrible tragedy you’ve misread this and he’s not asking for a kiss, you’ll happily let the ground swallow you up after this. But with the nervous gleam in his eye, his pink lips, and hand against yours, you think you like your odds.

You close your eyes, lean in, and think of luck.

And even if it was just a line, you have to agree; these are the softest lips you’ve ever kissed, and maybe in the entire world.

join the celebration <3!

#this was so fuckin scrumptious to write...#m im not joking trying to make it include comparing hand sizes helped SO MUCH #MWAH MWAH HOPE U LOVE IT!!!#ruby writes steve #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurb!#ruby's very own tour of hawkins #mmm who coulda guessed that the friends to lovers piece has been one of my faves to write #IT JUST HITS SO HARD I LOVE IT !!! SO MUCH !!

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swordmaid · 5 months

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shri’iia mood board