#of course honey

[honeytuesday]

babe. be real with me. if i were a plain little rock on a beach would you pick me up and turn me over in your hand and marvel over how wonderfully ordinary i am. like really take the time to ponder how there isn't necessarily anything special about me but that the very deed of choosing me out of countless other rocks raises me to a precious, almost sacred level of irreplaceability that is only accessible through the act of being seen and loved?

#mutuals this better be a yes of course honey

[daily-deliciousness]

Easy honey garlic chicken

#chicken #garlic #baked chicken #dinner #food #honey #main dishes #main course #meal #garlic chicken #healthy recipes #easy recipes #chicken recipes #tasty #foodporn #delicious #cooking #food photography #foodgasm #recipe

[thepenguisalive7]

I guess if anyone was going to be bait, at least it was immortalyson

Thanks dapper for relaying vital info I guess pfft

#Of course they used him as bait #and covered him in honey #Why would I expect anything else #You know this perfectly sums of the late night trio dynamic #qsmp #Pomme qsmp #richarlyson qsmp #pomme qsmp #Qsmp #qsmp fanart #badboyhalo #philza #philza Minecraft #etoiles

[thebibliosphere]

Vague memories from last night of telling someone, cringing in on myself as I said it, “yeah, I’m not a TikTok author, I’m a Tumblr author” then having to explain that the reason for Hunger Pangs being a success is because it is possible to be ‘popular’ on Tumblr, it just doesn’t mean what popularity means on other social media sites.

And then going on a rant about how I don’t want to be a TikTok author because despite being several shades of mentally unwell I have enough self-preservation to not throw myself at the mercy of an algorithm to ensure I can afford to pay my bills and hey, Shana, if you’re out there I am so, so sorry but after a night of being asked “oh you’re an author? What’s your TikTok handle?” I couldn’t take it anymore.

Thanks for listening and not outright laughing.

#of course none of this would happen #if mothman didn’t keep correcting me when I reply ‘I’m a writer/editor’ when people ask what I’m doing #like honey I know your proud #but plz #plz stop introducing me as ‘bestselling author’

[valyrfia]

charles 10000% commented this to wind max up he's never letting him live it down ever

#honey you had a pro tennis player on your team of COURSE you won but whatever helps you terrorise max i guess #lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen

[curtvilescomic]

Gun Honey Collision Course cover by Adam Hughes

#comics #Gun Honey #Gun Honey Collision Course #Adam Hughes #AH!

[thordy]

#I'm having feelings again. like some kind of season twelver #so much to unpack #non macden thoughts: I am so glad they're using devito again.... he's literally an A-list actor yet for the last few seasons #frank has done nothing but a few one-liners... it's good to see peepaw shine again ❤️ #eating and spitting and swearing and beating birds to death.... et cetera #tbh everyone has kinda been out to pasture #I mean no of course standing in different locations and delivering washed up political opinions in your normal speaking voice is acting #go back to bed honey #anyway! wow. macdennis #feels like a good trade-off for the awful uncle jack content this season #I hope dennis explodes him for his mental health day #iasip

[naffeclipse]

Have you considered writing a cowboy DCA au? Or a vampire AU?

I have ideas for both! I mention my Vampire AU in my Laundry List of AUs Post, but I haven't talked about a Cowboy AU yet!

For my cowboy AU, Y/N owns a prairie house and a small patch of land out in the wild west. You work hard and make do even though you're falling behind on payments and falling deeper into debt and danger of the bank taking your property back. It's a tough life. You know that.

Nothing exciting happens around here until one day you see a figure riding in from the distance. An animatronic on a horse. You're a bit weary of strangers, especially out here, where cattle rustlers and outlaws are aplenty, so you greet the rider with a shotgun. He's all smiles and hand waves, his sun rays partly hidden underneath his hat. There's a shiny pistol in the holster on his belt and a rifle hanging off his back. A large bag is strapped to the saddle. He's careful to not reach for something he shouldn't, and you let him dismount to talk to you, lowering your weapon.

He reassures you he means no trouble and that he just needs shelter for the night, if you don't mind. He's more than willing to offer a helping hand in exchange. He's a talker, sweet and charming, and you're not in a position to refuse extra farm help. You put him to work. He does it all without complaint which you appreciate.

There's a moment when you take a break from the back-breaking work to lie down in the field, staring up at the sky. Your eyes end up closing. You feel a gentle shadow over you. When you look up, Sun is there, casting blissfully cool shade and asking if it's alright for him to stand here. You tell him it's just fine. You ask him if there's any worry of him overheating. He says no, but thank you kindly for the concern.

Later, when you check in the barn, you notice that the large bag that was on his horse is now gone.

You don't want any trouble.

At sundown, when you call for him to come inside, you're greeted with a different animatronic, still smiling and soothing and promising that it's the same cowboy, please put the shotgun down. You've never met an animatronic like him. Sun. Moon. You let him come inside.

You spend a quiet night with the cowboy. He helps you clean up your dishes even though he had no part in the mess-making. There's little talk of where he came from or where he's going, but he mentions lying low for a while. You don't want to know. You don't ask. He asks if he might touch the guitar you have there in the corner. You tell him that's fine. You haven't played it in a long time. He serenades the night with plucked chords and twaining strings, and somehow, you fall asleep listening to the gentle strums and wake up the next morning in your bed.

Sun greets you all cheerful. You don't know what to feel about having another around to talk to... but you're adjusting. He asks for another day's work for another night's lodging. You agree. He smiles so big you're afraid he'll burst.

You get a visit from a fellow farmer (Sun makes himself scarce on the rare chance a visitor comes) who talks about the news, the gangs rolling through the valley, the cattle missing, and a distant bank just recently robbed. You shake your head.

Later, in the barn, you're shifting hay on the hayloft when you step back and expect to find solid flooring but there's nothing but air and you're falling—then caught in solid arms. Sun exclaims how you have to be careful! You would have gotten hurt. You wish he would put you down already, holding you like this turns you all red and embarrassed. Even when he sets you on your feet, Sun insists he finishes with the hay up top. Your pride is awfully stung but the ghost of his arms around you chases you outside and it's only there that you can finally think clearly after all the excitement.

When night falls, Moon helps you deal with a fox in the chicken pen but in chasing off the fiend, something snaps along his arm when he hops a fence and you know that ugly sound means something's broken. Wires spark in the dark. You rush to his side faster than you've ever run. You gingerly hold his arm and guide him back home to fix the damage done even though you're only a support to his injury, and he, thankfully, can tend to himself. He says he's learned how to take care of little problems like these since he's been running by himself for a while. You almost ask what he did before he came here but you don't dare. You told yourself you didn't want trouble. Getting attached will do nothing but stir up your feelings. There will be no one else to blame if your heart gets broken.

He picks at the guitar strings to test his repair and sings a little song that you swear you won't fall asleep to but, again, you wake up in your bed when you know you didn't tuck yourself in. Sun is already outside, getting a jumpstart on the day's chores.

The cowboy stays another night, then another, and then a few weeks have flown by. You get a visitor from the bank asking for payment or else they're taking your land and everything on it. You chase off the man, spitting mad, but you're still in troubled waters. You're going to lose all you have. Sun witnesses the encounter from a distance but you don't speak of it all day. Then, Sun finds you when the sun burns red across the sky.

He talks softly to you and before you know it, he's leading you by the hand and spinning you in a little dance you've never danced before. Sun leads, and you follow because he's the last light you have, and when he dips you low, you rise with the Moon in the near darkness, dancing and dancing on dirt. You've never held a hand that felt so right with his arms twirling you around and around—you almost forget you're going to lose it all.

Besides the crackle of the fire in your hearth that night, Moon coaxes you to talk about the money you owe and your pride almost bites your tongue off but you do it anyway. Moon asks when the bank man is going to come again. You tell him in the morning but you don't want charity. You don't need it. You owe enough debts as it is. He gives you a grin that is too mischievous for his own good.

That night, you lean against his shoulder when he plays a gentle song, a ballad about lovers falling and magnolias blooming. You wake up in your bed but it's still dark out and Moon is gone. You get up to find him but he's already at the door, holding a large bag—the one that was missing from his saddle. He tells you to pay the bank when they come and get a receipt. You ask him what in blue blazes he's doing with a bag full of money but he shoves it in your hands. Morning spills across the land. Then it's Sun winking at you. The bank is coming. He tells you he needs to go now, but he promises to come back for you.

You tell him you can't owe him like this—you'll never be able to repay it. Sun promises that you won't owe him anything, he'll get the money back.

You can hardly be angry before he's on his horse and taking off into the distance. You curse yourself out for being a fool and having a heart that wants to stick roots into anything that lingers longer for a day and for having this bag of money that isn't yours and for letting that cowboy dance and serenade you, but when the bank sends another man to collect, you pay it all. You get that receipt. The man accepts the payment and goes on his merry way, back to the bank that can no longer hound you. All of your debts are erased, thanks to the cowboy.

You don't know where he was hiding the money. You remember the news of a distant bank that was robbed.

It's only a few days later that you learn from a fellow farmer that the man carrying back your money to the bank was ambushed. An animatronic outlaw caught him alone. He stole the entire bag of cash. The farmer laughs when he says the bank man was madder than a wet hen. He also remarks that he's surprised they didn't come after you for more money, but you had a receipt. They can't touch you.

After the farmer leaves, you sit in a daze and then curse the cowboy out again. You still owe him.

You didn't want trouble, yet here you are, all twitterpated and waiting for when he comes down from the horizon.

#okay that's like the beginning but there's a very dangerous gang and sun/moon weren't always running on his own #and of course he comes back #but he accidentally brings the very thing he was running from back to you oops #turns out he's a slippery fellow and well someone wants him #and you're the sweetest honey to use to catch their fly #cowboy au #cowboy!sun #cowboy!moon #magnolias blooming #i didn't mean to write this much but uhhh here we are

[albaharu]

Matilda (1996) + Matilda (2022)

#matilda #matilda 1996 #matilda (1996) #Roald Dahl’s Matilda the Musical #matilda the musical #matilda wormwood #miss honey #jennifer honey #miss trunchbull #agatha trunchbull #they are frends they are hanging out :) #between their own versions of course trunchbull only hangs out with trunchbull

[mintygreencake]

Convinced that Guy has an AO3 account and makes the most mind bending, mouth watering, earth shattering, toe curling smut known to man with such a wonderful plot line and world building that you sometimes forget about the shameful smut thrown in.

Either that or he just shamefully writes silly and out of pocket stories about him and Honey for them to read.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted fandom #redacted guy #redacted honey #I posted a tiktok about it and i can't stop thinking about it now 😭 #Guy is just a silly lil fellow tbh #honey definitely would bate read for him if it isn't shameless smut but we all know he'd ask they to bate read ONLY smut about them 😭 #for fun of course

[rozecrest]

no one in the world has ever been cuter

#MY HONEY #it was so hard to catch her little confident smirk but so needed #drawing the joker card which could of course mean nothing due to what happens in this ep (ball episode) #rgu #chats

[daily-deliciousness]

Crispy honey orange glazed salmon

#salmon #orange #fish #seafood #food #dinner #meal #honey #honey garlic #salmon fillet #fish fillets #main course #tasty #foodporn #delicious #cooking #food photography #foodgasm #recipe #salmon recipe

[tabithatwo]

no cause on rewatch lottie REALLY said “of COURSE we have to do ritual suicide murder! natalie is in so much pain she tried to KILL herself!” lmaooo queen <3 even the antler queen was giving that one side eye <3 the pitch is lacking severely <3

#help lmao #girlie IT WAS SO IMMEDIATE #of COURSE she has to kill herself she tried to KILL herself!!!! #did not miss one beat did not worry about one logic it’s vibes only #she said ugh FINE if you won’t leave I’ll go get my phenobarbital out I guess #I was saving it for a special occasion but since I already broke out the crates of honey wine what the hell let’s go wild #yellowjackets #shauna shipman #taissa turner #natalie scatorccio #van palmer #misty quigley #lottie matthews

[mogoce-nocoj]

Can we please talk about how Kris said "Even my dad who is also a musician, when I had the previous band he was telling me like 'Man, you should really start a band with Bojan'"

like lmao??? not Miha Guštin suggesting that and Kris still being so stubborn that he resolutely waited for Bojan to invite him 😭😭😭

#joker out #kris guštin #bojan cvjetićanin #I love that interview “yeah i can tell you about our origins! so uh we all knew Bojan was special so of course we joined him” #(“still waited for him to come to me though 💁‍♀️”) #Kris honey...

[softlyspector]

Hm. And what if I wrote Joel incidentally meeting Honey's ex. What if.

#bec talks #honeyed fic #like they're in Austin visiting the girls for one reason or another #and they just happen to see him #of course Joel doesn't know who he is not at first but he immediately clocks how uncomfortable his girl is #WHAT IF I WROTE IT #sorry for honeyed posting </3

[hippolotamus]

Inspiration Saturday 🥞

a lil early but close enough. filling in more from honey, when you call my name (prev snippets here) sorry this part isn't as interesting, hopefully back to the saucy bits soon

“Buck! Hey, Buck, wake up!” Christopher’s loud whisper, combined with shaking Buck’s foot, penetrates the thick fog of semi-consciousness.  Any other time Buck would be pleased to see Chris, and his accompanying enthusiasm, first thing in the morning. Right now, though? He would prefer to wait until his head doesn’t feel like it’s splitting open at the slightest movement or sound, and the harsh morning light isn’t as piercing. “Hey, bud,” he croaks, and, oh gods, it’s like something crawled in his mouth and died during the night. “Gimme a sec.” He has half a mind to ask if Eddie’s awake, but instead forces a weak smile. That seems to be satisfactory enough for Chris to go bounding off towards the kitchen.  Buck manages to push himself up on his elbows, shocked to find the contents of his stomach – not that he can even remember the last thing he ate – stay put and don’t protest. It’s a promising start.

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#boys please quit stalling and just fuck already #how did my planned smut get so wildly off course? #idk but dammit i am gonna finish this #buddie wip #inspiration saturday #fic: honey when you call my name #hippo writes