#bag of ribs

[sidetongue]

how adorable is she

#a mixed bag of goodness #with spots and stripes but NO RIBS SHOWING and NO BROKEN SKIN #words cant describe how proud i am #trickle #aka possum

[bebemoon]

look for the name: THEODORE

jean paul gaultier glitter ribbed knit sweater in green, c. 199o's

ziggy chen corduroy crop trousers w/ satin lining/hem, menswear a/w 2o24

prada neutral chest rig/backpack, s/s 1999

orto parisi "viride" eau de parfum

dirk bikkembergs archival black leather zip ankle wedge boots, c. 199o's

#theodore #name #request #outfit #hope you like ! #i would prefer the top wasn't ribbed to cut down on so much ~texture in the outfit but #couldn't pass up that top sorry #green #brown #black #edp #orto parisi #ziggy chen #corduroy #footwear #dirk bikkembergs #199o's #bag #prada #backpack #boots #jean paul gaultier #trousers #queue

[cafe-solo]

#fashion #ballet flats #tote bag #total black #ribbed dress #black dress

[therotconsumer]

my beautiful girl I just cleaned up today, now degreasing!

#She’s the one I found down by the river walk and carried all the way back in two kohl’s bags #She’s definately young #super duper sharp teeth #And beautifully intact I’ve got her whole body #Hoping to articulate the spine and ribs maybe #cw dead animal #tw dead animal #vulture culture #animal skull

[fuzziiwuzzii]

⚠️NSFW⚠️

Uncensored here

🏳️‍🌈HAPPY PRIDE‼️🏳️‍🌈 Direct follow-up to my last post 👁💋👁

#if u were wondering what was in the bag #yeah its a ribbed rainbow🍆 #happy pride 🌈 #interview with the vampire #iwtv #interview with the vampire fanart #iwtv fanart #iwtv amc #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #loustat #suggestive #nsft

[angelsdean]

queer closeted jimmy is real 2 me and i DO think he felt some attraction toward dean and i think early on cas confused his own feelings toward dean as being tangled up in the attraction he observed coming from jimmy but no, they’re separate and different feelings but still. anyways jimmy is actually totally ok w/ his vessel now being used for destiel gay sex (and love and marriage). he signed off on it before he died

#he was like. ok cas u can fuck him #and Cas was like. head tilt. what #bc he still thought he was being a good little angel following heavens orders and Not falling for the Michael Sword #he’s like no no those are just YOUR feelings #and jimmy is like. buddy. you got a whole other bag of feelings I don’t even come close to #i just this the dude is hot. YOU want burrow inside his rib cage #anyways. #vic.txt #queer jimmy truthing

[camscendants]

That was an eventful two days

#I had a better time at the Waterparks concert #Noah was great #buuuut #I was on the barricade #I had my cousin hold onto my spot while I grabbed some merch and he didn’t hold onto the barricade so when I got back there were like three #rows of people in front of me #tall people too #and I got a ticket for my friend who wound not being able to go #and my brother who took us didn’t wanna go so I completely wasted $25 on a ticket #and it just Sucks that I spent so much money on ticket and got there super early just to be shoved way back when I LITERALLY had the front #there was this rude entitled lady who made everyone move for her son #he only knew tx2 but stayed up front the whole time #(she also took a spot right on the barricade too) #I was just really upset about how it didn’t go according to my plan and I kind of had a panic attack. like. a really fucking long one #and I had my vip bag + merch with me and everyone was stepping on it (no one was even playing?) and they fucked up my poster #but yeah I pretty much had a 2 hour long panic attack my ribs hurt now from hyperventilating (leaving the pit wouldn’t have helped) #the vip part was still good #I met Noah again he remembered me he did great it was just the people around me #oh I also like fucked up my knee #but that’s cause two concerts in a row hurt I think someone kinda accidentally kicked in a mosh pit and the first venue the ground had a #slight tilt to it. so it was kinda uncomfortable after a few hours #Waterparks #noahfinnce #concert #tx2 #music

[annabelmoore]

Prime Rib - Sous Vide Prime Rib This perfect prime rib is cooked sous vide-style before being roasted in the oven and served with mushrooms in this easy recipe.

#directions #meat and poultry #rib #prime rib recipe #bag #temperature #roast

[raspberryjellybrains]

I always feel weird saying I'm disabled, even though I literally am.

it's like "yeah here's a list of things which actively and often make it difficult to socialize, inhibit my ability to perform important tasks in all spheres or life, and generally worsen or alter my overall experience. they aren't disabilities though, they're quirks and I need to cope better. I am a well-adjusted person."

and I realize it's just internalized ableism. I know it's that I'm used to having to downplay and compartmentalize my negative feelings and experiences, and having what I can't help but express be dismissed, but it still feels weird and wrong to say. it's also like... for the most part, I can push through. I'll be miserable and inevitably drop more minor things just to survive but I'll make it through. and sometimes I won't even struggle, sometimes I'm totally fine and can do everything with relative ease, and it feels like that negates the fact that sometimes I can't do anything. if it can be better, it should be all the time, right? I just need to try harder.

but it's so hard to talk about this irl because it's such a heavy, tricky conversation to have and I always feel like I'm five seconds away from having someone tell me I'm dramatic and full of shit. as I type this, my legs are going numb from the way I'm sitting (leaning forward cross-legged) and I know when I sit up, it will hurt intensely to get feeling back, but it's the only sustainable way to sit on the floor without hurting my shoulders and neck. I have a long essay to write and a dorm room to clean because I've been horribly depressed all week.

i am disabled. it's just hard to say it.

#ventish #you can reblog if this resonates with you ig but its kind of a rant so i dont expect much lol #and im fine im just thinkin about stuff. childhood and adulthood and work and expectations. #you know how it is with spaghetti #godddddddd now my ribs hurt oyugh #and im just reminded of this by a recent conversation with a friend. i also dont think of my struggles as being especially profound but i #know that im some ways they are. some ways they arent. a mixed bag. #im just. contemplating. #meditating perhaps #anyway #raspberry rambles

[mysticfemme]

it's so so cruel being a fashion girly at a uni full of people who clearly do not care about how they look

#I looked so cute yesterday and today #yesterday i wore knee high boots with a long flowy navy dress with little blue flowers on it and a tight black rib knit jumper underneath #with my black leather jacket and my cobweb bag and a handmade celestial necklace #and today I'm wearing the same dress but with a light blue rib knit jumper underneath and my docs with light blue socks to match #even my underwear matches!!! #and i look so hot and all i get is weird grossed out stares #cruel cruel day to be a fashion girly #rants n rambles

[set-phasers-to-whump]

Day 18: Ache

whumpee: sonny carisi

fandom: law and order svu

hi! this fic is for @pauletteandrea28 i am so sorry it took like four months but i hope you enjoy it!!! it's set around s17 but nothing specific.

He aches. He’d thought, yesterday, afterwards, that he’d be fine. A little bruised, maybe. Nothing more. But now he’s sitting at his desk, looking into a construction company that’s looking more and more like a front for sex trafficking, and he feels like he can barely breathe. 

He’s angry with himself for letting it happen. He’d been stupid. Chasing a highly dangerous man down a back alley with no backup, not even a call to his team to let them know what he was doing. 

He’d paid for it - a dumpster shoved his way out of nowhere, pinning him to a brick wall, knocking all the air out of his lungs and sitting against him, heavy on his chest. 

Their man had gotten away, obviously. Because of him. By the time he’d freed himself from his rusty metal prison, the guy was nowhere to be seen. And Sonny had had to tell his team that he had lost their perp. 

He hadn’t told them about the dumpster, of course. It’s bad enough to be responsible for a dangerous man still being on the streets. He doesn’t need the extra embarrassment. 

“Carisi! You coming?” 

He looks up from his computer at the sound of Rollins’ voice. She, Fin, and Liv are standing by the elevator, and it’s clear he’s missed something. 

Not that he’s going to let them know. 

“Comin’,” he says, and stands up. His chest twinges, and he forces himself not to grimace, to just breathe (never mind that that hurts, too). He’s gonna have to go to the ER after work tonight. He’s pretty sure his ribs are bruised, if not broken. 

“Are you alright, Carisi?” This is Liv, as they’re getting into the elevator. Maybe he hadn’t done as good a job of hiding his reaction as he’d thought. 

Fin saves him. “Course he’s alright.” He puts up his hands like a boxer, throws a playful fake punch at Sonny’s chest. It barely even connects, but it hurts. 

He hisses in a breath, which hurts too. He bites his lip, stifles a groan, closes his eyes when they start to water. 

“Hey.” Fin’s voice is still playful, but it’s careful too. “What’s wrong with you?”

Sonny opens his eyes, blinks a few times. God, it hurts. He doesn’t want to be here. He doesn’t want them to know. 

He feels his face heat up, the way it does when he’s embarrassed or upset. He’s both now, and he hates it. 

Rollins’ hand is on his arm. “C’mon, look at me. What’s wrong?”

He opens his mouth to say something but the words won’t come. The sharp pain is receding, turning into a more pronounced version of the ache that’s been enveloping his chest since yesterday.

It’s not even that bad. But it still fucking hurts. 

“Are you hurt?” This is Liv. The elevator has stopped, but no one moves. 

Sonny can’t bring himself to lie to her, but he doesn’t want to tell the truth either. He settles for a shrug, for stepping off of the elevator. 

The three others follow, naturally. They don’t let him get out of the front door, shepherding him to a relatively secluded part of the lobby and then pouncing on him. 

“You need to tell us what’s going on, right now.” Rollins is all business, but there’s concern underneath. He doesn’t deserve it. Not for this. 

“I’m fine.” He is, relatively speaking. It’s not a complete lie. It’s not like he’s bleeding. It’s not like he’s concussed. He can still do the job. He just wishes it didn’t hurt so much. 

“You’re not.” Fin says it like fact. 

Sonny hates that he’s right. 

“It’s nothin’, really. No reason to be concerned.”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that,” Liv says. “What happened?” The question is gentle, but firm. 

There’s no getting out of it now. 

“Yesterday, when…when I let that guy get away. He shoved a dumpster at me, got me in the chest. Stupid, I know.” He says it quickly, not quite meeting her eyes. 

“Not your fault,” Fin says. “Busted ribs?”

Sonny shrugs, which hurts. “I dunno. Maybe.”

“How bad’s the bruising?” Rollins asks. 

It had been bad enough this morning, a harsh line of purple across his entire chest and scattered splotches beneath that. “It’s not so bad,” he says, because it definitely could be worse. 

“Can I take a look?” Liv asks. He knows she wouldn’t press if he said no, but he isn’t going to deny her request. Anyway, they’re not angry with him. And none of them had laughed when he’d told them what happened. They’re not looking at him weird. They’re just worried. He can deal with that, even if it’s not something he really deserves. 

“Yeah, okay.” He turns his back to the rest of the room, tosses his tie over his shoulder, untucks and lifts up his shirt to reveal the bruising. 

“Jesus,” Rollins says, and Sonny looks down. His view is slightly hampered by his shirt and hands, but - it’s pretty bad. The bruising has darkened and spread since this morning. Seeing it makes the ache in his chest redouble, and he quickly releases his shirt, tucking it back in. 

“You’re going to the ER,” says Liv. 

“I will.”

“Now.”

“I can go after -”

“You’re going now.”

“But -”

Liv shakes her head, cutting him off. “No buts, Carisi. Go now. Take care of yourself.”

She’s firm, but she’s not mad. He doesn’t have a reason to say no, beyond his own stubbornness and sense of pride. 

And so he gives in. “Alright, alright, I’m going.” He raises his hands in mock surrender (which, like every other action, hurts) and goes outside to catch a cab to the nearest emergency room.

thanks for reading! the ending is a bit wonky but that is par for the course by now. hope you liked it!

#whumpmasinjuly2023 #wij23day18 #ache #law and order svu #sonny carisi #broken ribs #hidden injury #my writing #i say things #once again sorry this took so so long but i hope it's alright! #anyways in things that happened to me today: #at work i told a lady to have a nice day as she was leaving and she very politely responded 'no thank you' #i assume she thought i was asking if she wanted a bag or sth #but it was very funny #and tomorrow i have my first day off in 11 days!!! can't wait to do nothing :)

[wrightfamily]

being in customer service is like being held hostage when a guy who thinks hes bill muray comes up to your register

#he was ribbing on some poor woman ahead of him who was having a phone call #and like. i literally do not care if people are on the phone. its a little annoying. but not that big of a deal #there are WORSE THINGS. #AND HE WAS ONE OF THEM #and then even when he was done with his purchase he would not FUCKING LEAVE. DUDE SHUT UP STOP SAYING GOODBYE IN DIFFERENT LANGUAGES UNTIL #RESPOND #i should have charged him for his bags. ugh

[cafe-solo]

#fashion #ribbed dress #total black #tote bag #black dress

[mumblelard]

high five or wheeeee

#the sticky blue hand of fate #wave goodbye #brontosaurus #broken ribs #the blue octavo notebooks #brown paper lunch bags for microwaving popcorn

[allthegothihopgirls]

cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress have my favourite songs from artists get popular on tiktok

#cocoiugh drrshahah cough #o children #ribs #paper bag #THERE IS A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT #lover you should've come over #eleanor rigby #not my favourite beatles song but that one HURTS #i'll only tolerate it in twd edits #scott street #this goes for artists too #cigarettes after sex #destroy boys #fiona apple #flyleaf #mac demarco #ok im done #i am so anti-tiktok i HATE it rrrrahhhhh rrrrraaaaa #. #gothihop speaks

[faeryfrogs]

I'm ok with having a dragon age blog (??) in this day and age and starving for content from our problematic worker-exploiting creative overlords because I also was a good omens fan circa like ~2011 and beloved, roll out the thanksgiving sofa/gurney because I'm still eating

#good omens fandom being fed like aziraphale with the ox ribs #dragon age #good omens #faeryfrogs greatly approves #that and bg3? oh man #admittedly I've had no time to play even past act 1 of bg3 but I appreciate how my fellow theodosians have packed their bags for faerun #the dragon age immigrant community