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Marko
Paul
Dwayne
David
if youre cold, theyre cold. Let Them In.
David x GN! Reader
Word count: 872
Prompt: "OH you're jealous!"
David was in a particularly foul mood tonight. The cheery atmosphere of the boardwalk seemed to just flow by him without any effect, as if a dark cloud was hanging around him, shielding him from all the fun. The boys noticed it too. Their leader has been quiet for a while, chainsmoking one cigarette after another.
The more attentive among them – meaning Dwayne – quickly figured out what was going on. All he had to do was follow David’s gaze to where it has been fixated for a while. From where they stood, they had a perfect view of one of the vendors selling jewelry. And in front of that vendor were you and Michael.
You were talking away about one thing or another, picking up a bracelet and turning it around in your hand, all the while seemingly having no idea how Michael’s eyes were lingering on you. He was leaning towards you, taking in your words with attention, smiling every once in a while at something you said.
David wanted to bite someone. He tried to convince himself it was only his imagination, that there was no way Michael would be so bold as to go after his partner. He also didn’t believe that you would reciprocate if he did. Still, when you started laughing at something Michael said, the melodic sound travelling to them above the white noise of the boardwalk, something in David’s chest tightened aggressively. He didn’t even notice his hand was clenched into a fist until Marko addressed him.
“Hey, man, you okay?”
David blinked a few times, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling that was growing in his gut.
“Yeah, I’m good. Why?”
Marko hesitated for a moment.
“I don’t know, dude, you looked like you wanted to kill someone.”
David scoffed, and took a drag of his cigarette.
When they didn’t get any further response, the boys reluctantly settled into conversation once again, leaving their leader to sink back into his less than pleasant thoughts. He couldn’t help himself, his gaze wandering towards you. Then he almost crushed his pack of smokes as he saw Michael holding up a necklace between you, seemingly trying to decide how it would look on you, smiling warmly at you when he came to a favorable conclusion. David snuffed out his finished cigarette, and instantly ripped out the next one from the package with decidedly more force than needed. He was on the verge of getting up to go and break Michael’s hand.
That was the moment Paul decided to loudly voice his realization.
“OH you’re jealous!”
Silence fell over the group as they all stared at him. Dwayne wanted to bury his face in his hand. Sure, Paul could be surprisingly observant, even when he was high as a kite, it was something he had surprised them with on a number of occasions. However, he seemed to just fuck up the timing every single time.
“What?”
Paul sensed the warning tone in that single word. He shrunk under the intensity of David’s glare.
“I mean…,” he started hesitantly, “am I wrong?”
The accusation – and the possibility of it being right – didn’t sit well with David. He wasn’t the type to get jealous, he told himself. Why would he be? And especially at Michael? Ridiculous.
You slowed your steps as you approached the group, immediately sensing the tension in the air.
“What’s going on?”
Four heads whipped in your direction and you almost took a step back. You didn’t miss the tightness in David’s jaw before it was replaced with a much softer expression.
“Nothing, kitten, everything’s fine.” He held out his hand and you took it without hesitation, sighing in contentment as he drew you in close to his chest. “Did you find something you like?”
“As a matter of fact I did! Or more like Michael did,” you corrected yourself and David’s gaze darkened for a moment.
“Did he now?” He felt a smug satisfaction at the visible chills that ran down the boy’s spine as he glared at him over your head.
“Yes, and see? It looks like you.”
He dropped his gaze between the two of you and there, in the middle of your palm sat a small pendant in the shape of a bat on a simple silver chain. It had little yellow eyes, and the spiked up hair at the top of its head looked remarkably like his own. He blinked at it in silence for a few long seconds, and you seriously started to worry that he didn’t like it.
You yelped in surprise when he suddenly drew you into a hug. It was rare for him to show this much physical attention in public, so it took you a moment to realize what was actually happening before melting into his embrace, a knowing smile secretly stretching on your lips.
“Will you help me put it on?” you asked him after he finally broke away from you, his hands lingering on your hips.
“Of course.” The fondness in his eyes as he looked down at you filled your heart with giddy warmth. It confirmed that you chose wisely, because seeing him like this was worth everything, even a little jealous misunderstanding.
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I am actually screaming rn over this i am sobbing ugly tears and this is such a damn good fic to help get me back into my tlb phase!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥👌👌👌
May Lady Hestia be with you and help you to find the light through the darkest times, and comfort when it feels hard to grasp 🧡
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I do love that in Rohan culture, it seems that it's the custom for men to go out and fight and die heroically, and for women to honour their sacrifice by crying over their bodies or at their funerals. The men are to be brave, the woman to be loving. The men are to do great things. The women are to remember.
But in the film, whereas Eowyn's most iconic moment is her slaying of the Witch King, a great, heroic deed that cements her place in history, Eomer's most iconic moment is (arguably) his guttural scream when he sees Eowyn dead on the ground, dropping to his knees and cradling her to his chest.
Not only is Eowyn's most iconic moment a scene in which she takes on, by her culture's definition, the man's role, the most important role of a man, to die heroically, Eomer's most iconic moment is when he takes on the "woman's" role, to grieve.
I do love his "Death!" charge in the books so much, but because of this parallel between the siblings, I also love the film version where there is no battle for him to fight, no justice for him to wreak, there's nothing for him to do but cradle Eowyn to his chest and rock her back and forth.
I can't stop thinking about this reddit post on soapmaking dude
I cannot express what an insane recipe that is. No one else could grasp it either
Like beeswax doesn't. It kinda just stays as beeswax in the soap. The lye has nowhere to go with it. That liquid seeping out of the soap? The brown and clear drops?? That's lye. That's straight up lye. This mf made the soap equivalent of the Chernobyl elephants foot.
Quick reminder that if you touch lye with your bare hands, it will react with the fatty oils on and in your skin to create soap molecules.
That means it will give you chemical burns while creating human soap.
OP’s comment about the soap equivalent of a Chernobyl elephant’s foot is on point.
Lye (aka sodium hydroxide) turns hydrocarbons/fats into soap.
You are a hydrocarbon.
Please be careful when making soap, because You are a thing that could be used to make soap. And nobody wants to bathe in human soap, no matter how much rosemary you put in it.
summary: you cuddle, that's it :)
cw: fluff, comfort, pinch of angst, established relationship, silliness, extremely self-indulgent, the idea spawned in my head and i had to write it immediately
word count: 1200
an: for the anons and non-anons in my inbox: i see you and i appreciate every ask you sent me, some ideas are really lovely and cute and i will write drabbles about them. i just don't want to force myself to write 24/7 because i get burn out very easily, so it may take me some time to answer you all :DD
I love this, boss bot just needs a hug dang it!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Can you do rotb Optimus (Or whatever bot you feel like) x platonic human single mom reader? Reader moves to the countryside and tries to start a farm to feed herself and her five-year-old kid. She notices strange happenings around the woods, like large footsteps, and strange vehicles driving on the roads, and has a feeling there's something in the woods (maybe just the bots trying to hide from humans). One day, reader looks away just for a second and her kid wanders off, getting lost in the woods. Reader looks for her kid desperately and her kid wanders too close to a cliff, ending up falling, but Optimus saves the kid just in time. He then carefully returns the kid and reader is confused when her kid constantly talks about 'Mr. Truck', making a drawing of this giant red-blue robot. However, reader then starts to believe in the possibility of Mr. Truck being real and one day finding Optimus with one of his injured Autobots. Reader is not scared and helps fix his friend, even offering them to stay in her barn. Then maybe that's just the start of a beautiful friendship?
(Sorry, if this is a bit long. You are free to ignore it.)
(platonic) Optimus prime x single mom reader
You lived alone, even though a few years ago it seemed impossible. Completely hypnotized by love, you hadn't seen the red flags. Always on the couch, yelling at you for any little mistake or letting you do all the chores.
The final straw was the slap on your face during one of many arguments, that night you left with a bag on your back.
Now 5 years later, you live in a small house with your adorable son and your 2 dogs. The little house is in the middle of 2 field of various vegetables (Tomato, cucumber, carrot, lettuce, wheat and recently, spinach). At the back of the house, is the mini farm with some animals.
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art by tiina menzel
🥀🖤 11.11. 🖤🥀
Give it up for the birthday girl
"My Sirens Are Up Here", digital, 2024
@bogleech posted these remarkable bootleg Siren Head toys to bluesky (a good website) the other day, and I knew that if I did not draw this, it would haunt me forever. It probably still will.
Siren Head (sans big naturals) created by Trevor Henderson
official boob post
thatwasnotveryravenofyou → itisextremelypigeonofthem
vampemoqueen → werewolfhipsterking
thinkblotted -> feelcleaning
Ria-coolgirl ➡️ Rie-boringgirl
sad-ghost-of-garbage ➡️ happy-life-of-treasure
Fatigue looks at things such as tiredness, drowsiness, exhaustion, weakness, lethargy and memory issues and says “I can do all that and more!”. It leaves you feeling utterly trapped in your own body; unable to move, or even think at times. It fluctuates, but is always looming.
While this post is open for all, it is written for those who truly relate to this all-consuming feeling (due to ME/CFS, other chronic illnesses, mental illness, or undiagnosed causes). Not all of these may work for you, but hopefully they inspire something that will. For general low energy witchcraft, check out my Bedridden Witch Series!
As always: witchcraft is to be used in addition to proper medical care, treatment and medication; not as a sole alternative.
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netflix subtitles are great for when you want to read a caption with like 50% resemblance to what's being spoken
character in a movie: buddy, i'm gonna tell you what i've got to do
netflix subtitles: i'll say what i must do
character in a movie: *exhales*
netflix subtitles: (blows raspberry)
character in a movie: ciao!
netflix subtitles: (in italian) bye!
*character in a movie: ciao!
netflix subtitles: (speaks foreign language)
IF YOU LIVE IN THE USA
THIS IS ILLEGAL
REPORT THEM TO THE FCC
THEY HAVE A LINK ON THEIR WEBSITE TO RWPORT IT
ITS REQUIRED BY THE ADA THAT SUBTITLES EXACTLY MATCH THE DIALOGUE
i reported basically every Star Trek show on Paramount+ because the subtitles were all fucked up. they sent me auto emails to let me know they were working on it, and then a real life human being got in touch with me after they had fixed it, to ask if i was still experiencing the issue. they WILL do something, they are required by FEDERAL LAW to do something.
If this is true, maybe YouTube could be convinced to fix the moment in The Repair Shop S6 e34 at 6:00 when Sonnaz "settles into the penis-taking room."
Well I can tell you where *I* will be soon