#line dry

[everydaydeeds]

Day 3677 - As I approach approximately one million weeks pregnant, hang-drying the laundry is feeling much more athletic than it used to, but I'm still keeping it up as long as I can!

#save energy #energy #laundry #hang dry #line dry #everydaydeeds

[willowser]

sometimes katsuki comes home from work late and takes a shower and the two of you eat dinner together and while you're putting the food away, you give him a soft kiss and then he gives you one back and then he wraps his arms around your waist and crowds you against the counter and tugs at your pants until you're telling him, "hang on, let me shower first,"

and you take your time with your clean-smelling body scrub and you exfoliate and you shave what you want to shave and you wash your face and put on your lotion and you smell good and you feel good.

and when you come out of the bathroom, he's on the bed, head back, mouth open, dead-ass asleep.

#i think this happens often LOL #dry spell holds a sweet place in my heart bc !! sometimes things just dont line up !! #even if you want them to !! #man's a pro hero he's TIRED #let the man sleep !!!!! #✿ thoughts: willow

[ghostdrinkssoup]

“before you and after you”

“you and I have begun to blur”

“I’m curious whether either of us can survive separation”

“because I wanted to runaway with him”

“I decided when I heard his voice”

“I let you know me. see me”

“stay with me”

“will graham understands hannibal. he accepts him. and who among us doesn’t want understanding and acceptance?”

#sorry………. #lines that live rent free in my head #dry heaving and crying and throwing up #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #hannigram #ghost speaks

[demonic-dorito]

Forever thinking about how when Fenris and hawke see each other for the first time after sleeping together Fenris thanks hawke for inviting him along and hawke is like ‘why wouldn’t I? no problem dude’ but Fenris thinks that question is literal and stammers out “I just… am pleased,, toSEEyou…..that’s all,” and it’s so awkward and obvious that every single companion has a reaction line to it, most of them laughing. Even Aveline teases him. He’s such a loser I love him

#he’s broody and has a dry wit and nobody says anything but the second he reveals his true nature (lovesick w/ puppyeyes) everybody just nods #HE SAYS THE LINE JUST LIKE THAT TOO #I don’t even have to look it up I know it by heart #fenhawke #Fenris #dragon age #my post #da2

[capn-o-my-soul]

okie i made an art but there is some context to it

so my sister was studying in the haunted theology building on her college campus because it was open and it had rooms to study in . and since it is a theology building lots of people who like catholicism go in there. so my sister finishes working on her paper or whatever and it's like 2 am and she sees a piece of paper in the hallway that says "what is your favorite saint?" with a bunch of names of catholic saints that people like that they put on there. so my sister (an atheist) makes up a fake saint name (st. chadwick the bold) and writes it on the paper.

however, since it was darkish and lateish she accidentally wrote "bold" in a way that it could be misinterpreted as "bald"

now the next day she's having a movie night with friends and tells them about it and one of them draws a very reverent, very bald monk-saint on a whiteboard . and then they make a prayer to st. chadwick the b[o/a]ld

and then when she told me about it this weekend i thought i could use it as a chance for calligraphy / gothic graphic design practice so i made this

behold

#ok some notes abt its imperfections: #yeag i made the capital s in Saint too weird (i didn't like it at first then tried to fix it then failed) #and it's kinda blank (i wasn't sure what else to put) #and it's kinda smudged #and i didn't erase the drafting lines because i thought it would further smudge the ink because i didn't want to wait for it to dry #because my sister had to leave soon and get back to campus #and also the B at the beginning of the “prayer” is very weirdly colored and designed i should have chosen a better color and design #calligraphy #art #saints #oh also #i was writing the dies irae with my calligraphy pen and i accidentally imprinted some letters into my finger with ink #so if you see some really light smudged letters in between the lines that is because i put my finger there and accidntally stamped those #letters into the paper #but yea it's really bad i just wanted to share it with somebody

[punch-love]

the thing about writing for spideypool is you will have people be like "why doesn't wade realize that spider-man and peter are the same person!" in your comments even though in the comics wade point-blank killed peter parker and then went to the afterlife to save him. and in the afterlife peter was in a spider-man costume and he STILL didn't put two and two together

#punch.txt #I'm just in line with the texts. is all I'm saying #every day I get fucking comments. (sounds of dry wall breaking) #spideypool #part time soulmate full time problem

[powerfultenderness]

That Time...

That time you maybe sorta accidentally almost had phone sex with König

Rated: Mature Word Count: 2097 Notes: [Neighbor!König] 1. Chronological order? Never heard of her. 🤷‍♀️ (what happened before he left is an event for another chapter). 2. Sorry for the hiatus. IRL, you know?

König retreated to his temporary quarters with a sigh. It had been nearly 72 hours since he had proper sleep. A few naps in a jostling humvee was nothing compared to his bed at home. Free of gear and mask, he gently laid down on the stiff bed, wishing he was at home. This mission, already supposed to be a long one, had gone haywire before he even arrived. Meaning he first had to take control of the situation before he could even attempt his mission. Lucky for him, that meant he’d get bonus pay. 

He sighed again as he flopped over on his stomach, arm dangling off the edge of the bed, and eyes drifting to the small, much too small, desk. Some paperwork and a canteen of water sat on top. In the little drawer a pen and, the most important item he carried here, his personal phone.

He blinked and pushed himself up a bit, black paint leaving a small stain in his pillow and reached for the drawer. He had to lean over a bit more to reach, but he found his phone after a few blind taps. After a quick unlock he looked at his only text conversation. Yes, only. Very few people had his personal phone number, and all but one of those contacts communicated with him solely through calls. Ever since he exchanged numbers with you, you texted him quite often. Mostly quick questions: would he like to join you for dinner? Can you stop by real quick? Things of that nature.

He actually hated texting. The keyboard was too small for his big hands and auto correct proved not to be his friend. Still, he put up with even the small amount he did for you. 

He glanced at the time, doing quick mental math to determine what time it was at home. It was late, but not too late, and you had a habit of staying up late. He could- the phone slipped in his hand and, 

Shit!

He quickly sat up as he accidentally called you, finger hovering over the button to end the call. What if you answered? He desperately wanted to hear your voice. He loved his job but,

“König?” 

His stomach flipped and his heartbeat spiked as he faintly heard your voice. He swallowed thickly and put the phone to his ear.

Your voice, slightly creaky, started to panic. “König? Is everything alright? Are you back?” 

“Yes. I’m fine, darling. No, I’m not back yet.” He answered in an even and calm voice, feeling both guilty and touched that you were so worried about him.

You sighed and there was some faint shuffling, “it’s…” you paused and he could just see you biting your bottom lip. “What’s up?” 

“I.” He swallowed nervously again. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” 

…

The only thing he could hear was his blood pounding in his ears as he waited for your response. 

“König?”

“Yes?”

“Do you…miss me?” Your voice pitched up teasingly; he’d heard the tone enough to know that you were grinning.

Grateful that you couldn’t see how flushed his face was, he took a moment to push himself up the bed enough to lean back against the wall. “Y-yes.” He mumbled into the phone. 

“Aww! That’s sweet!” 

“It is?” 

“Yea.”

His heart, his stomach, his blood, fluttered again as a relieved smile crossed his face. “Do you,” he licked his lips, “do you miss me?”

You coughed on the other end of the call, “uhh…welllll….”

König gasped, “you don’t miss me?!” 

“What! No! Of course I do!” 

“No. You forgot about me the moment I left, didn’t you?” He sniffled dramatically, even placed a hand over his heart even though you couldn’t see him.

“Noo, König! I DO miss you!” You half giggled as he played with you.

“Oh? Then why the pause?”

“Uhm…” 

You looked around the room. His room. You really didn’t know how to explain this without coming off as creepy. (does that mean you are, in fact, creepy?) 

König saying your name, and not one of those cutesy nicknames he often used, drew you out of your thoughts. “I don’t know. It’s just. Uhm. You see.”

Now it was his turn to be worried. “What is it?”

You took a breath, “ok. I. I thought you were coming home tonight.”

He sighed, “I know, angel. I’m sorry, some unexpected-”

“No, no! That’s ok! I’m not upset about that!”

“Then what?” “I mean, I’m not upset at all!” 

“Ah. I was right. You don’t miss me.” 

“König!” 

He chuckled, “what are you trying to tell me?”

“Like I said, I thought you were coming home tonight. So I, uhm, used the key you gave me to cook dinner at your flat. I thought you might like to have dinner in the comfort of your own home.”

König’s heart thumped in his chest. In only a second the image of going home, to see you waiting for him, pampering him, feeding him, caring for him all flashed through his mind. It was an image he very much wanted. Your name quietly slipped past his lips, but you had only paused to take a breath and continued with your rambling.

“But then you didn’t and that’s fine, like, you said you were only estimating when you’d be back and then I started cleaning and, uhmm…” “Don’t tell me you burned down my flat?” 

“No!” You barked out a laugh, a little thankful that he interrupted before you could fully embarrass yourself. 

You sighed, you knew he wouldn’t drop it now. Sure enough you heard him once again asking you to just tell him. Instead you pulled your phone away from your face and turned on the camera. You snapped a quick selfie and after a breath, sent it to him. 

König’s phone buzzed in his hand just as he called your name again. He blinked and opened the text message you just sent him. His eyes widened and he quietly gasped as instead of a text, you sent a picture. It was nothing provocative, but it was you. Of you in bed. His bed. His blanket pulled up to your neck as you smiled sheepishly into the camera.

“-And then I got tired and laid down in your room.” You finished your explanation, unaware that König was still staring at the picture you sent. Unaware that he was now imagining what his life could be like if instead of staying on base after a long shift, he spent the extra time to go home and crawl into bed with you. 

“König?” You asked, voice tight with anxiety. “Are you mad at me? I’ll leave! And I’ll wash-” “No! No! I’m not mad! You can sleep there!”  Please sleep there!

“Are you sure? I get it, if I crossed a line-”

“I’m sure. Don’t leave. It’s late and it’s cold out.” 

It was late, sure, but it wasn’t cold; it was still summer. It was an excuse you both accepted.

“I am just surprised. You hate sleeping in your day clothes.” He tried to joke, to reassure you that he absolutely did not mind you sleeping in his bed. At least someone was enjoying it. Even if he did wish that he could enjoy it with you. 

You coughed nervously again, “well…”

Dear God. If you told him that you were sleeping naked in his bed? He’d abandon his post, steal a helicopter and fu-

“I kinda borrowed one of your shirts to wear as a nightgown. Is. Is that ok?” 

Oh. That made more sense than you climbing into his bed naked. He took a deep breath. “Of course, darling.”

You sighed in relief. The fact that he switched back to your normal nickname put you at ease. "Oh, good. It really makes for a comfy nightgown, so I can sleep in your comfy bed." 

You teased and chuckled at the groan he let out, assuming that it was his bed that he was missing. 

König chuckled with you, relaxing against the wall, and licked his lips as he felt another spike of anxiety flutter in his stomach. “Did you borrow a pair of my shorts too?” 

“What! No!” You laughed, “are you kidding? This shirt is so big on me, it can be a dress.” 

He closed his eyes and let his head drop against the wall. “Good. That is good.” 

“What? Why?”

He hummed as he imagined crawling into bed, flipping you onto your back so he could settle between your bare thighs, his hand grabbing a fistful of your smooth soft flesh until he was gripping your hip. 

“König?”

He froze, only now realizing how hard he was getting and where his free hand had been. He cleared his throat, “ah. It’s nothing, darling. I just want you to be comfortable.” 

“Me? How comfortable are you right now?” 

“Not very.” He answered honestly. The bed he was currently sitting on was too small for him, it was both stiff and lumpy, and the blanket was thinner than his shirt. “My couch is more comfortable than this.” 

“I mean, you do have a really comfortable couch.” 

“Hm. Especially with you on it too.” 

You blinked, stomach alight with butterflies. You must have heard him wrong, or he must have misspoke. He must have meant that his couch was more comfortable even if he had to share it with you. “Well, there is enough room for both of us.” 

“Yea.” He agreed, eyes closed as he thought about the night he left. Of the little shorts you had been wearing, so short that his hand hit the elastic of your panties before the fabric of your shorts when he “casually” dragged his hand up and down your body. “Enough for you to lie down with me.” 

You let out the quietest little gasp, a shiver running down your body as you remembered the feeling of his hands on you. “Oh. Yea…I was…kinda on top of you, though.” 

König grunted, now palming himself through his pants. He had a hard time forgetting the feeling of you grinding your hips into him. “A perfect fit.” 

That night had started out normal enough. Maybe it was the calming scent of the candle, or the steady rainfall and rolling thunder. It was not a cold night, but you still just wanted to cuddle with him. And he obliged.

You sighed over the phone, into König’s ear. He was so solid. And warm. You bit your lip, thighs clenched at the memory of his meaty thigh between your legs. 

Just a breathy whisper of his name had his eyes rolling back into his head, his free hand desperately pulling at his belt. 

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“König!” The voice of one of his men interrupted him before he could even fully undo his belt (thankfully). 

He growled and pulled the phone away from his face, “shit! What!” 

You jumped when König started yelling, there was some shuffling and more shouting. It gave you a moment to collect yourself, to realize what you were about to do, and think of an excuse to get off of this phone call.

An excuse you didn’t need, as he sighed and put the phone back up to his ear. “Listen, darling, I have to go.” 

You nodded, you expected as much after all that commotion. “Be safe.” 

“Yea. You too.” 

You stared at your phone once the call disconnected. He was always worried about you even though he was the one running into what you presumed to be an active war zone. You felt a little guilty that if things hadn't been so urgent on his side, you were about to end the call before things got even more intimate. (It was late! And you had to work in the morning!) What if you made it up to him?

Before you could chicken out, you quickly turned on the light and set your phone up on the nightstand to get a picture of you on the bed. You hadn’t borrowed one of his t-shirts, but a tank top, with a comfortable scoop neck on him. But on you? It dropped deep enough to reveal plenty of cleavage. 

Then you snapped a few pictures and choose the most flattering flirtatious one and quickly sent it to him, with the message: “thanks for letting me borrow your shirt!” 

To say that König was surprised when he returned to base was an understatement. How in the world was he supposed to concentrate on his work now?! 

[Neighbor König Masterlist]

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#könig x reader #könig x fem reader #neighbor!könig #still working on requests. one sec. #no edits #it's just been a second since i've written and just needed to get it out of me #idk what i'm doing to this time line #so...the night before he left. you were dry humping him before he got called off for a sudden mission #which is what both of you are thinking about in this chap.

[soleilenchaine]

i think the best part about meursault's food diss critique is that for yi sang's turn, he actually dropped so many puns with yi sang's name in his rant yet he is still absolutely brutal and straight to the point, without losing his monotonous delivery

and yi sang kinda just,,, has to take it bc he must have been both impressed that meur managed to use so many homophones of his name in his rant yet those words must have definitely stung

#limbus company #meursault lcb #yi sang lcb #hell's chicken #love that we're seeing more meursault characterisation #the man is hilarious and actually does emote a lot #it's just... he's so deadpan and monotonous and i love love love it #his va is so good at delivering his lines it sounds dry and deadpan but if you listen closely its got so much nuanced emotion #(have i also been non-stop listening to meur's voice lines??) #answer: yes #i am unbelievable normal towards meursault

[alkalische]

2/3 of the main fish polycue

#arknights #gladiia #skadi #art #i headcannon that gladiia would have lines under her eyes and cracked lips #abyssal hunters #she takes a good second or two to blink in her chibi #because of how dry the land is #also her outfit is so ridiculously hard to draw #i like her art but i can't see shit!!

[webbelzebub]

thinkin abt the line "you think the time that i was chaste was being waste on a holy mission?" her defining characteristic throughout the show is her devotion to her religion, only for her to describe it all as a waste in the end

imagine you spend your entire life being good, being so so good, faithful- only for that faith and all of your goodness to be the direct cause of your downfall. if she didn't feel so much shame and anger in regards to her attraction to max, she never would have come up with the plan to prank him, which never would have led to his death, which never would have led to her having to give up her chastity after his resurrection.

imagine all of your doubts and fears becoming real. and in your darkest moment, at your rock bottom, when you are completely alone, abandoned by the very god you've pledged your life to, you find a new set of gods. gods that are real, gods that are tangible. gods that can give you back the power that you lost. gods that can give you back your purpose.

#grace chasity #hatchetfield #npmd #thinking about the line IT WASNT MY PLAN IT WAS GODS PLAN AND NOW HES LEAVING ME OUT TO DRY! as well #its very funny but also so goddamn sad #again shes been SO GOOD shes been PERFECT... and now she feels like god is punishing her for it. #the way the lords would manipulate grace into their perfect tool... INSANE #i think that this could set up grace and wilbur as foils as well but ill leave that for another post #wilbur is in control of his relationship with the lords and grace is Not

[everydaydeeds]

Day 3604 - I've got my laundry system pretty dialed in now so that a full load in the washer lines up with my drying rack capacity.

#laundry #line dry #hang dry #clothesline #save energy #everydaydeeds

[evilkaeya]

To all the writers out there. No matter how bad, imperfect, or silly you think your writing is, never stop. Because someone out there is reading your stories. Someone out there loves your stories.

#this novel makes me want to chew on dry cement #you'll never know which line will make you sob #orv

[goldlightsaber]

This is so good.

#I wanna rewatch the entire show like this lol #gives a whole new air to what they all give as actors #just breathtaking. imagine being behind the camera watching that #the scripts are dry yk? and they breathe pure life into the lines #succession #kieran culkin #jeremy strong #sarah snook #matthew macfadyen #brian cox #video

[manglechanbluh]

Come on, he is wearing gaiters I couldn't resist + End of the Line speeding bullet

#tf2 #tf2 fanart #team fortress 2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #speeding bullet #sniperscout #end of the line #Scout is totally making it worse with his cold ass hands #ALSO I've seen someone say that it mades no sens to hc sniper as someone who can't handle cold weather #because he certainly has been dealing with very cold nights in australian deserts #And fair ! but I'm sure there is a difference btw how cold feels in a dry windy desert and at the top of a snowy mountain #but I didn't find anything to back up this statement #and I only have the wet winters of northwest france as a reference #so this is as far as this statement goes

[umbrvx]

epilogue

(normal portrait before i rent him asunder below the cut)

^loser who is so so so fun to paint

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #han sooyoung #orv spoilers #<- not really but just in case #i am kind of dry on ideas atm... but we stay silly #anyways (spoilers upcoming in tags)-> #i see ppl reference the “soul scattered” line as the most hurtful part of the epilogue but #i disagree.... to me the most fucked up line was “you should have been ok with just 49 percent of kim dokja” #that line keeps me up at night. like what the fuck

[tricoufamily]

we interrupt this villareal story to introduce the plastics

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