#toxic chef

[x1633chefrick]

I've been wondering

What does the toxic versions of them look like? I mean, M-399 is such a sweetheart, what he have of toxic traits?

Here's some characters analyse!

I'm glad finally someone ask this! 399 as a younger rick he's fear of one day he'll be a lonely stubborn old man and die alone, after all futures just in front of him. and he actually pray to God a lot when something out of his control (I think because of his Diane is christian). he feels embarrassed about this, he can see other ricks' attitude to it lol. so toxic 399 just a cry bb christian, still cute.

(also there's a priest 399, this version of him is exactly the opposite of him lmao.)

Gas will ​have much difference, he really wanna get rid of his suicidal tendency because of lose wife and daughter. also he sick of his irrational emotions, he really care about family and friends he still has, he doesn't want lose anyone anymore, but he never show this.

so toxic Gas will looks super stressful with a sad (or numb) face and wanna end himself all the time.

Chef as my first and fav rick oc I'd say I'm still hard to make his designs very clearly even now, I'm really thinking TOO MUCH when I just started making ocs -_-

actually toxic Chef can be a selfish but overcautious, stop thinking too much just do it I think that's why detox Chef can get everything he wants.

(well at first I made him chocked Gas just for dramatic, but for detox Chef if he stop fed up with Gas anymore, that's can be logical he keeps Gas as a pet loll).

#rick and morty #rick and morty oc #rick sanchez #chef rick #gas rick #m399 rick #toxic chef #toxic gas #toxic m399

[ellitx]

Entrapment | Alastor x Reader

Okay, hear me out. Alastor being a darling husband he is with his darling wifey is cute and all, but what about a darling wanting to escape from Alastor himself?

word count: 2.3k

warnings: alastor is enough to be a warning already, depictions of blood and gore, toxic and unhealthy dynamic

When you were still alive, he always had his eyes on you and controlled you like his little puppet. You hated it, you hated being commanded and controlled for every little thing you did and if you even dared run away from him, he’d always manage to find you. You hate every atomic part of his existence so much that you’d be willing to kill yourself just so you could escape and get that taste of freedom.

But you can’t and he won’t let you.

Alastor would never allow the tip of the knife nor even a simple piece of office equipment reach your hands. And if someone has the audacity to touch his play toy, it’s time to say goodbye.

You know he’s a malicious murderer, and he knows that you know about it. If you’re feeling brave enough to tell it to the police then go ahead, because by the time you report this to them and leave the station, the next day you find yourself throwing up yesterday’s dinner upon hearing the cops were all dead.

No one will ever believe you that the infamous radio host of your city is a murderer. For a puny citizen like you, what power do you hold to convince everyone? They’ll laugh it off and say you’re crazy.

But it’s crazier how they are all deceived by the facade he puts on. His knife plunged into the chest of your coworker, their blood spluttering on his cheek.

Alastor’s wide smile was strained and wicked, the image of the blood dripping from your head and lips when he entered the broadcasting booth was as clear as his collection of polished knives.

The audacity to lay a hand on you and push you down the stairs. Do they have the right to push you off? Of course not! He’s the only one who could torment you until you break!

He’s the only one who could tarnish your being and leave a wounded mark on your soul and heart, a reminder for you there’s no one but himself who could make you so powerless and helpless.

Do they have the right to make you so confused? To put all the blame on you, as if you were the worst person in the world? To try their best to tear you apart piece by piece? Because, after all, it’s always the fault of someone else, right? The audacity to hurt you more than any human has ever hurt another human being before… The nerve to be sure you will never find true happiness again because you're now scarred for life.

He thrust the blade again, the rains of scarlet droplets continued to pour until his face and glasses were doused.

But he didn’t let it hinder him from making sure they were as good as dead. He lifted his head and took a glimpse at the sky above. It was gloomy, gray, and dark. Not much sunshine.

Alastor smiled, stabbing the knife at the corpse's chest before wiping off his glasses with his clean napkin. Then an idea clicked onto him.

It's the perfect time to give you a little visit.

He laughed under his breath and stood up straight.

He knew his outfit was not in good condition, but oh well... Perhaps, he’d instead leave a gift for you on your porch. Oh, how he wished he could make an unexpected appearance, just to witness the shock and horror on your face as Alastor comes to the hospital drenched in a coat of glistening crimson.

The anticipation of your reaction fueled his excitement, the more he thought about it, the bigger his grin became. If this would truly happen, it will surely be a sight to behold.

Still fragile from your time in the hospital, you stepped through the threshold of your home.

You missed the sight of its familiar structure, the only space you feel safe and protected, away from Alastor and your colleagues.

A sense of relief washed over you. The familiar sights and comforting aura of your own space enveloped you like a warm embrace. But something was different, something unexpected awaited you.

There on the polished surface of your entryway sat an elegantly wrapped box, its rich paper adorned with intricate patterns and tied with a luxurious ribbon. Your fingers traced the smooth edges of the packaging and you checked for any signs who sent it. Alas, no name was found.

Who could have left this for you? And why now, upon your return from the hospital?

You had a bad feeling about it.

As you carefully untied the ribbon and peeled back the layers of paper, you stared wide-eyed at the contents hidden within.

Severed limbs, skin deathly pale and stiff.

Your stomach turned violently and you threw the box away from you, the gift spilling across the floor.

"Oh god, oh my god, what the fuck?!"

You were shaking. What was this? Was this a threat? A sick joke? Your heart thudded heavily in your chest, each beat pounding like thunder. You took a step back and stumbled, falling hard to the floor.

It didn't stop there.

Wounds inflicted on every part of your body, the scars on you began to open, rendering the healing done by doctors and nurses useless.

Wounds made by knives, claws, scissors, guns. Every imaginable instrument of torture. You cried out loud. Your voice pierced the quiet of the night, disturbing the tranquility of the neighborhood.

It was a perpetual and horrid nightmare. Just closing your eyes for even a millisecond, the image of his wide creepy smile flashed before you. You could hear his dark cackles, enjoying the sight of your vulnerable form as he tormented you in and out of your work.

“Run as far as you want, dear. In the end, I’ll always be ahead of you.”

The worst part was not knowing when he would strike next. He could appear anywhere at any time.

And it was all because of his sick game.

You didn't know what to do anymore. How long did you have to keep running from him? How many more days did you have to hide from the world? You were so tired of this, tired of having to live in fear of the monster that hunted you.

But God had finally heard your pleas and granted the wish you’ve been wanting for so long. So when the news came to you that the notorious radio host was dead, relief and happiness flooded every vein in your body.

You rejoiced, celebrating the death of the one who had terrorized you for a long time.

The nightmare was finally over.

The radio station was sullen by the news of their popular host, but you didn’t care. Your work became more efficient. You didn’t feel the need to be so wary and anxious by every move you made in the station. You have finally gained your freedom and the chain that was tied to him has shattered.

This was the best thing you could ever ask for.

Even on your deathbed, it was the best dream. Years without Alastor torturing and tormenting you was bliss. A man’s greatest wealth of freedom.

But then, the dream quickly turned into a nightmare, for it was never over. The demon who you thought was dead rose once again. It was only then you realized that he was never human in the first place. He was a monster.

And now, it was you who were caught in his web.

"My, what a wonderful reunion. Did you miss me, darling?”

The demon before you was mysterious.

Unfamiliar.

But his aura and voice screamed for you, the alarms in your body ringing, to run away from him as far as you possibly can.

The wide smile plastered on his face was all too familiar. Too familiar to be hated in the living and the dead. You’d be a fool if you didn’t recognize it.

You knew who he was. You just kept on denying what was the truth, brushing all the facts laid before you beneath the rag, and keeping your pretty little head away from the politics of Hell.

A demon who is powerful, dangerous, and cruel.

A demon who was feared by the other demons in Hell. A demon who is not to be messed with.

Alastor. The Radio Demon.

It was a miracle, or rather a curse, that you were brought back to life. But now you are a prisoner to this Hell. Trapped inside an inescapable cage with a dangerous beast, you could only hope that your second death would come quickly and peacefully.

But it seemed that fate was not on your side, and Alastor was the ever cruel demon. He did not scar you easily and instead prolonged your suffering, making your life a living torture.

Beads of sweat rolled from your temple. Your hands began to tremble and you felt yourself slowly succumbing to your fear. You had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.

You were cornered, trapped.

Alastor had you where he wanted.

You watched him closely, eyes locked on him and every single movement. If he did something, you would see it.

"Are you frightened, dear?" he asked. His eyes met yours and he smiled. "There is no need to be afraid."

"Stay back! Don't touch me!" you shouted at him. The corners of his lips curled up, his smile turning sinister.

"Now, now, let's not act too hastily."

His gloved hand reached out and caressed your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. His red eyes bore into your soul, burning with hunger.

You couldn't bear to look at him. You didn't want him touching you.

"Don't," you whimpered.

"Don't be afraid. You have no reason to be afraid."

Rivers of tears streamed down your cheeks as the fear overwhelmed you. You didn't want him touching you. This man... He was the same one who hurt you, who ruined you.

"Why? Why are you doing this? Why are you here?"

The smile on his face grew wider.

"Do I need a reason? It’s obvious why we’re here," he replied, cocking his head to the side, eyes piercing through your eyes and consuming every little bit of your reactions in his head.

You gulped and stepped back, trying to create some distance between you and him.

"What are you going to do with me?"

He chuckled. "What a silly question! Would a little reacquaintance hurt?"

Reacquaintance? He was talking like this was a casual meeting. Like you were old friends reuniting. But this was the man who hurt you.

"What's the meaning of this?” You sobbed, shaking your head.

Alastor laughed loudly, his grin never faltering, and it makes you sick he finds everything amusing. An entertainment for his delight.

"You never fail to amuse me, dear. Aren’t you the one who killed me?” His antlers grew, his pupils changed to radio dials and his shadow stretched out of him, becoming more demonic in appearance.

You trembled. Your heart beat faster, your legs felt weak, and your mouth was dry.

"I... I…."

He stepped closer, and you stepped back.

Nothing came out of your lips. The words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat. You didn't want to look him in the eyes but his gaze held your chin up high, forcing you to face him. He smiled, and his eyes turned back to normal.

The knees that kept you upright gave in, unable to stabilize you any longer as your body slumped onto the rough pavement.

"Oh, darling," he sighed, the radio static in his voice disappeared as he crouched down. 

Your gaze remained fixed on the ground, avoiding any chance encounter with Alastor's piercing stare. Instead, your eyes trailed to his cane, a silent witness to the tense atmosphere between you.

You dared not meet those fiery red optics that seemed to delve into the depths of your very being, dissecting every nuance of your expression. Fingers clenched tightly, you seek some form of solace in the texture of the barren earth beneath you, as though it could take you amidst the storm brewing within.

Alastor took your chin between his fingers and delighted your vulnerable form. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy and cheeks stained with tears.

"Fate has intertwined us together, dear. Run from me, I’ll always find you."

You didn't know what was more cruel—being brought to hell when you only wished for peace or being toyed around with him after death.

The nightmare you once thought had finally ceased returned to resume its cycle in the afterlife.

"I'll never get away from you..." You said, voice low and wavering. All hope was lost and so was your faith to continue living in this fiery pit of Hell.

"That's right. Good girl," He patted your head, taking a few strands of your hair and twirling it between his fingers. You fought the impulse to recoil, suppressing the urge to swat his hand away. 

The consequence of such defiance weighed heavily on your mind; after all, provoking one of hell's overlords was a gamble you weren't willing to take. So you held your ground, masking your inner turmoil beneath a facade of obedience, unsure of what consequences awaited should you dare to challenge the infernal authority before you.

In the dim light, his hand tenderly brushed away the tear tracing its path down your cheek. But as your eyes met his, a glint of something primal flickered in the darkness, casting an eerie glow upon his sharp, yellowed teeth.

Upon the moonlight, his crimson irises blazed like embers, drawing you into their hypnotic depths with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"But fear not, darling. I can promise you a good time. And now that I found you again, we can pick up from where we left off. It will be just like old times."

#hmm i love me toxic dynamic pairings #im quite surprised most of the fics i found were wholesome #which i admit are very cute #but the toxicity of alastor tormenting his darling?? #mwah chefs kiss #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #elliwrites

[fragilefangirl]

"Coryo only likes Lucy Gray because she's hot" WRONG. Coryo liked Lucy Gray because she is a free bird. He's never been more electrified than for the rainbow-skirted girl from twelve who made sure she went out to her execution with a bang, who took his rose and could recognize his ruse from a mile away because she saw no need to restrain herself. Coryo, who had been restrained his whole life, fell in love with freedom.

#i can go about coryolucy for days #theyre so chefs kiss in their toxicity #lucy gray x coryo #snowbaird #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #the hunger games #remember how coryo literally graded his female classmates by their beauty #like... this man is surrounded by hot rich people he definitely wouldn't jump upon seeing just a hot tribute

[lexezombie]

So uh,,, I had an idea,,, and I did it <;< Chef but I turn her into a troll??? How?? Idk??

I gave Creek a necklace just so I could make her pull it

#lexart #trolls #trolls movie #dreamworks trolls #fanart #not an au just a crack idea #Chef Bergen #Chef trolls #Chef as a troll tho #Creek #Creek trolls #Creek x Chef #ik im prob alone w this ship but mf what do i call it? #Cheek??? #Cref?? #POISON-FOOD?? #lmao toxic-food #idk #dreamworks

[mistbornthief]

posting the clip of Kai imitating Gaku because I needed easy access to it for like science or whatever

#the ending kaaa~~~ killllls me #i rewatched it like five times in a row #fermat no ryouri #fermat's cuisine #anyway time to watch the last five eps...i love my fave toxic head chef

[nottoxicfr]

Honestly, I’m kind of surprised they haven’t replaced Chipp with a successor character yet. Not that I don’t like Chipp, but he seems like the kind of character who they’d be like “He’s busy now! This is his student/adopted child/fan girl or boy (who plays exactly the same).”

Then, after one game, they’d bring Chipp back and he’d have a beard (to show the passage of time). His student would still be there, but with faster wind up and a higher jump whereas Chipp would be slower but maybe a little bit harder hitting.

#toxic talks about #guilty gear #chipp zanuff #honestly they could do that with Jam too #‘Here is Jam’s sous chef! She is Jam but maybe a little less controversial and with roller skates or something. she will be here for a bit. #not Kliff though. they have to drag his corpse out of the ground please. Time for Zombie Klifford!!! #oh yeah didn’t they do that with Dr Baldhead too? Crazy

[gideonisms]

one thing about the tma & tmp writers is I know they understand having a job where the social vibes are incredibly strange. I appreciate their commitment to depicting work environments that are so unnecessarily stressful where everyone is trying to backstab everyone and form alliances but meanwhile it's just filing items on a computer. The petty drama feels very true to life

#i never get tired of workplace horror. give those people silly jobs #idk if anything can top the jon/tim unhinged combo of petty coworker drama with genuine hurt and pathos and tragedy but it's a fun start #don't get me wrong i love canon jonmartin but i just feel like the aspects of it i like are not really the aspects i see discussed most #jon really sent martin to his possible death because he annoyed him in s1. and i just think that's fun #then in s4 when the pining was REVERSED #s5 when martin weaponized jon's love for him to get his way in the most high stakes couple's argument of all time. chef kiss #they should have been more toxic i would have eaten that up #anyway. tmagp horrible coworkers sweep

[misstycloud]

Yandere!Chef HC

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Character: Adam James-Lively

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° Adam is your run-of-the-mill chef. He has his own restaurant in the city, which is one of the most popular ones in the area. His food is just that good, it will melt on your tongue and the savoury taste will haunt you for the rest of your life and force you to come back. It's great for business.

° Being busy in maintaining the restaurant he never really had time getting out there, you know. Going on dates and such was never an option for him, not if he wished to keep his establishment. Which was something he couldn't risk losing since it had been his dream for a very long time, ever since he was a young boy.

° It's not like he wanted to live alone for the rest of his life, he would die of happiness to have someone to love him for him and be able to come home to a set of warm open arms. But sadly the conditions hindered him from reaching out and search for the one. Adam is a romantic at heart, his other dream besides being a chef is to experience the love he witnessed his parents give each other.

° growing up in a home where his parents openly displayed deep affection for one another, it obviously rubbed of on their son. Compared to most kids who expressed disgust when seeing their parents kissing or hugging, he thought it was cute and felt lucky to have been born in a loving family. They always said they were soulmates and when they met they instantly knew they belonged together. It made him long to grow up and find his true love.

° Adam believed he would have to give up on that dream and focus on his career until he died. But you restored hope in his heart. You made it beat wildly and uncontrollably. He'd hoped for love all his life and he finally got it, but he didn't know it'd be so...strong. So...overwhelming.

° How you met is quite obvious, you decided to visit his restaurant together with a friend after seeing a post online referring to the place and becoming interested. Adam somehow got sight of you and thought you seemed like a lovely and kind person, and he was right. Listening of conversations after being intrigued by you, he found out you were exactly how he believed you'd be. Becoming more and more engrossed in you to the point you were plaguing his mind every day.

° He began watching you every time you sat foot inside his restaurant which eventually turned into more, he followed you to other places.

° As a chef, cooking and sharing his self made dishes with others is natural. But it meant nothing if he could please you with his skills. The thought of you enjoying his creations gave him that incredible feeling of both pride and joy. He’ll cook for you anytime you want and put lots of love and care into it. It was you after all, not some nameless customer that he saw on a daily basis.

° He is without a doubt one of the sweetest boyfriends you could have, he’ll cook for you, do some cleaning, and spoil you to his content. You think he’s a little overbearing? No no, he’s simply looking after you. He loves you so much he can’t stop! You take that he’s too jealous at times? They’re trying to get between you, he can’t let them. It’s too hard to be with him, you can’t take it much longer. You realise he isn’t the best boyfriend that you initially thought and begin to distance yourself from him, when he confronts you about it you play it off and asks what he is talking about. Too bad he can easily read you, it won’t work. He knows you’re avoiding him on purpose.

° He will try everything in his power to find out what exactly is wrong and why you’re pulling away from him. But every time he asks you ignore him and go to busy yourself with something else. He’ll try again and again. But there’s only so much he’ll take until he won’t.

° Adam will have to channel his emotions somewhere, and that is towards your friends. The ones who must have put you up to it. The ones who must have brainwashed you into distancing yourself.

° He always wondered if people would be able to differ animal meat from their own.

#bad relationships #oc #male yandere #possesive #obsessed #toxic #short story #yandere oc #yandere #yandere boyfriend #chef #food #resturant #chef yandere #yandere male chef #Adam oc #Adam James-Lively #customer reader #my oc #HC #headcannons #Crispy oc

[i-wanna-show-you-off]

tdroti except when Scott gets eliminated he does not take it well. He doesn’t go “oh haha Zoey good job” no. He breaks down in front of Chris when he gets to the catapult (bc he sees fang or whatever) and begs him to let him stay

he’s like “PLEA SE DONT MAKE ME GO HOME” and Chris is like “wtf” and chef just looks mildly uncomfortable

chef’s like “I kind of feel bad even though he’s awful” and Chris is like “I have to send him home I have to get my revenge”

the other contestants hear him bawling from the campfire or whatever and they all just sit there in silence

then lightning nervously smiles and goes “do you think maybe he’s a little sad”

#total drama #tdroti #td scott #td lightning #td chris #td chef #i think about this too often. Why did Scott take his elimination so well #it’s so ooc for him. he should’ve screamed and cried to the very end #say what you will about Scott but for all his flaws. Toxic masculinity is not one of them. He cries/fake cries several times during roti #and is UNASHAMED to be a simp during all stars #off topic but. seeing him excited is one of my favorite things ever. “we kissed! 😄 I was kind of stinky though 🥲” #drafts

[balancethescales]

saw some discussion about how the message of s2 seems to go against s1 in that s1 was about the toxicity of the fine dining industry as a whole while s2 undoes all of that work, and id just like to write down some thoughts about that.

it definitely is true that the fine dining experience for many a chef sucks ass. this is perfectly portrayed in carmy, who is a ball of anxiety due to chef jeff winger (and his family but thats a different conversation for a different day), and sydney, whose trauma from her catering business and the to-go order debacle serve as the root of her debilitating fear of failure. but despite all of that, the ptsd the panic attacks the health issues the lack of a social life, they still love food. every chef at the beef/the bear does. you can see it in the way that tina is genuinely excited to hone her skills, the way sydney delights in making the simplest dish for a friend in need, and in the way carmy tries so hard to not fuck everything up. even richie, loud crude shithead richie, finds purpose as a server/host.

so while there is so much to be said about how the restaurant represents carmys past, that isnt the main social commentary of s2, and neither is the sentiment of “fine dining is the standard.” where s1 exposed all of the dark nooks and crannies hidden inside of a restaurant, s2 serves to remind us what a restaurant is supposed to be about, that it is so much more than what the industry has twisted chewed and spit it out to be. to work in a restaurant is to put your blood sweat and tears into pots and pans, put it on a plate, and then give it to someone. plain and simple. it is the oldest act of service, and is exactly what richie comes to respect in ep7, where chef terry tells him something along the lines of how she wants people to see all the work that went into one dish just to make them happy because it makes them feel special and people should be able to have that experience. to be a chef, to be a server, and to be a part of all of the work that goes into making and sharing a meal, is to love. 

ultimately, the overarching plot of changing the beef into the bear is not saying that simple sandwich shops made by regular people arent good enough. season 2 is a reminder that as dark as the fine dining industry can be, if you go into it with an actual love for the craft, an aptitude for service, and remember that everyone is a human being before they are an employee, working in a restaurant can be beautiful.

tldr: the “deep” social commentary of s2 is that capitalism and competition ruins food service by turning it into something horrible when its supposed to be about showing and receiving love through a good meal. the end.

#if you think s2 is saying gentrification good!!! then u did not watch the show #like as a story is just makes sense so much i cant believe people would say the writing was weak #u can say syd and carmy are perpetuators of the toxic industry #in that syd wants a star and carmy becomes exactly like the dickhead chef he hates #but thats just called being a victim #like for godsake its only s2 let them unlearn and grow #and also go to therapy #the bear meta #the bear #the bear fx #the bear spoilers #carmen berzato #sydney adamu #richie jerimovich #tina the bear #i love this show

[bearlytolerant]

I love how once you get into the Crimson Fleet and successfully perform Delgado’s tasks, he warms up to the MC. While he still makes the occasional threat, he mostly praises and smiles at you and you can almost forget that he’s ruthless and has a literal bomb hooked up to Shinya.

Almost.

#starfield spoilers #starfield #crimson fleet #sips on Del’s toxicity #the way he paints his obsession like a beautiful dream #chefs kiss #I love him so so much #I like his praise but I like when he’s mean more lmaooo

[quietwingsinthesky]

like not to turn into a rhack blog for a minute (holy shit this game came out in 2014, does anyone even still ship these two) but. Extremely gay for a guy to try and take over your body, trap you in the crashing space station you’ve sentenced him to die in, insert himself back into your skull just for a chance to choke you out even if it means killing himself in the process, and then get on his knees begging you not to kill him again.

#AND THEN YOU CAN KEEP THE EYE. YOU CAN KEEP HIM. WHAT. #insane choices in this game. what was in the water in the early 2010s. this game. hallucifer arc. #we really had it all when it came to hallucinating a guy until he tries to kill you (and also you love him. just a little. maybe a lot.) #(is it worship or love. is there a difference. he wants to give you a gift. he wants to give you everything. #just hand over your body or you’re being ungrateful.) #Rhys literally ripping his own body parts off in order to get rid of Jack. yeah. yeah. cinema. chef’s kiss. #what’s ending a toxic codependent relationship like if not tearing off your own arm. cutting out your eye. #tftb #rhack #you know what I will tag it. in case anyone out there is still looking. #lmao. I need to read fic of these two again. I love them. what the fuck is wrong with them.

[strongermonster]

i'm in the middle of painting my bedroom, which is going Eh bc i want a very specific colour, but the lightbulb colour + basement darkness has made this an annoying trial and error in paint matching. however, i discovered only now in my life that plain ol' black + regular old yellow makes green.

i didn't know that??? i feel like... i shoudl've known that. was i not taught this when i was 8 or something?? it's making me feel 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ that i didn't know? it makes such a good green too

i hate this bc i feel like it was something that—now that i'm looking at it swatched out—i'm like "duh yeah, that's obvious, you knew that." but i just spent 4 days in a paint-fume-fuelled mania mixing greens, yellows, blues, reds, coppers, whites, blacks, etc to find a Perfect Green, and she was there in 2 colours all along...

#jj stuff #my issue is it's Dark as all fuck down here but i have those warm yellow edison bulbs and i'm not willing to compromise on them #so i've had to lighten the absolute fuck out of the deep green i wanted #and it looks 😬 to me in normal/white light #but under the yellow lights it makes it *chefs kiss* to me #this unfortunately has stalled me on a ceiling colour bc i had Plans #to do a rich green wall + a rich/dark blue and add metallic gold constellations to it #so it'd be like being cocooned in a leaf staring up at the stars #but now i'm worried a blue ceiling will change the wall colour Too Much #like how i painted my other room BRIGHT as fuck yellow walls + bright blue ceiling #and at the right time of day the whole thing turns a toxic green #(which i loooove) #ok i'm talking so much sorry if you read this far *gives you two dollars*

[penrose-quinn]

I was expecting something similar to Perfect Blue when I watched Mask Girl because I only saw the teaser and not the trailer, but god, I love that it was so much more than that as the story went on 🖤

#pen rambles #mask girl #i love how it sheds light to how sa and women are unfairly treated in the justice system #and the toxic beauty standards in korea #and how generational trauma is explored (all the mother-child relationships are *chef's kiss*) #i just really loved the latter half of the story #reminded me a bit of bong joon-ho's mother and park-chan wook's lady vengeance but make them all natsuo kirino's female noir characters 🖤 #i love how they handled the twists and developments too! the writing of this show is just brilliant ❤️❤️❤️ #i'm spouting a lot references but i love that mask girl is still its own thing!

[dayurno]

i can’t cope with myself watching the bear because i’m always stumbling on the terrible certainty that carmen berzatto is not only kevin’s type but would probably be the man kevin drops everything for

#like its serious. #talented + committed + insane perfectionist + kinda ugly + Haunted #short too. dog blue eyes #SMOKER tattoos. insane #in another world theyd have the worst most toxic situationship where kevin would try to fix him #and kevin would want him so bad too. like he wouldnt be able to handle himself #So theres this fucked up professional chef…. #txt #kevin

[tchaikovskaya]

dance moms u will always be famous

#yes the show is awful and toxic yes every adult involved is abusive in some capacity etc #but many moments such as these when enjoyed out of context really are just *chefs kiss*