Tumgik
#crab says words
dazais-crab-addiction · 8 months
Text
Tonight I learned that my 20 yr old partner has never played chess and doesn't know how to play chess. This is mind boggling to me. They claim its not weird for people to not know anything about chess so I. I need to see. Please.
Okay so, I made a mistake in not elaborating the meaning of the options. You do not have to be good or know what you are doing in the slightest to pick that you have played before. The middle three options are for your understanding of the game having never played it at all. The reason there's a percentage on the last option is because my partner made a tumblr so they could pick it because they think they are hilarious.
6K notes · View notes
crabs-nonsense · 10 months
Text
Alright, so I was offline for almost a week and might end up being pretty absent in the upcoming future as well. I just wanted to explain why instead of just completely disappearing.
At my most recent doctors appointment I finally got diagnosed with eds (ehlers danlos syndrome) and got a referral to see someone about getting a pots diagnosis. Im endlessly thankful for this because the problems I've been having have been getting worse. This last week I have had a lot of days where I couldn't stand up for long and even had to be laying down a lot.
Im really sad that this has led me to not be able to be online a lot and focusing has been difficult. I was super excited about my writing projects and ive had to put them all on an indefinite hold. Im hoping this isn't my issues getting worse but just a fluctuation that might shift back to not being as bad like I've experienced in the past. Im a bit worried because this is the worst its ever gotten but fingers crossed!!
I will definitely try to keep updating and you will definitely see me on here sporadically just reblogging things. But interacting and creating content is a lot more difficult, so its unlikely to happen as of right now.
14 notes · View notes
insertdisc5 · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media
here's one of the ways Siffrin can die in timeloop rpg In Stars and Time! (real) (not a shitpost) (for realsies) (promise)
180 notes · View notes
an-ev-ent-full-time · 2 years
Text
rotating this fucking Creature in my Brain AND on my Computer screeen
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
93 notes · View notes
officialdashcon2024 · 10 months
Text
Considering the uhhh…strange changes tumblr is making, for crab day I’m just going to reblog people with a couple crabs to crab them instead of buying tumblr crabs. I think this is a good idea for anyone who doesn’t want to or can’t financially support the site at this time
11 notes · View notes
crehador · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
the b in bazz-b stands for oooh Big stretch
9 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
crab dragon
🦀
28 notes · View notes
Text
Burdened with art idea problems I can’t find the solution too….. sometimes I swear I just need who’s just as hyperfixated on the thing to help
2 notes · View notes
ezraphobicsoup · 4 months
Text
my brain is so exploding i don’t know anything i drew a picture i. b hmm bhhhbvhjhbvbvbbbbbb my brother did me biology revision and i’m now like aeerrreseessdddssddd yknow
2 notes · View notes
gallawitchxx · 2 years
Text
✂️ barber!mickey & shaggy!ian ✂️
here's the 12th installment for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: beard by @heyheyusedtobemynickname
catch up/read in full HERE -- updates weekly!
- - - -
A warm towel presses against Ian’s freshly shorn jaw, meticulously wiping away what remains of the shaving cream.
Deeming him clean, Mickey tosses the towel aside, wiping his hands on his apron—white streaks across black fabric—and before Ian can wrench his mind from the fucking gutter, Mickey's bending down in front of him again.
Crystalline eyes sear straight through to his soul.
“Better,” he says. “Now that that sorry excuse for a beard is gone.”
Ian laughs, a pithy little thing. “What? I can’t pull one off?”
Mickey’s tongue swipes at his bottom lip. “Not what I said.”
55 notes · View notes
ichisama · 4 months
Text
704 words | rating: t | post-canon
Samatoki was on the phone with Jyuto when he heard it.
Two of his men, making their way down the hall outside his office. His door was open just a crack, just enough to let their voices in.
"Did you hear that?"
"Sounds like ane-san just pulled up."
"Hope he brought food. I'm starving."
Samatoki could practically feel all his thoughts grind to a halt. He'd gotten a text from Ichiro just a few minutes ago, saying he'd picked up the crew's lunch order and would be dropping by with it soon.
Which meant… 'ane-san' was…
"Samatoki?" Jyuto prompted, when Samatoki had been silent for a touch too long.
"I think these freaks have been calling Ichiro 'ane-san' behind my back."
Jyuto was quiet for a moment. Then: "What else would they call him?"
Before Samatoki could ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, Jyuto got another call and hung up to take it. Samatoki stared dead ahead as the familiar sound of a van door sliding open and shut reached his ears.
Outside his office, his men gave Ichiro a hearty, boisterous welcome. Ichiro wasn't officially a member of the Katen-gumi—Samatoki wouldn't allow it—but he'd been coming around every now and then, for the past few months, to help out with this and that. The guys who worked for Samatoki had taken quite a shine to him in that time, if only because Ichiro usually came with food.
Once Ichiro passed off the takeout he'd picked up from a local Chinese place, he made his way down the hall and rapped his knuckles against Samatoki's office door. As usual, he let himself in without waiting for an answer, like he knew Samatoki wouldn't mind.
Which was true.
Samatoki had even told him, time and again, that he didn't need to knock. Especially if he had food.
Which he did.
It wasn't takeout from any of the nearby restaurants, either. But a bento, homemade. Colorful. Chock-full of Samatoki's favorites, and some not-so-favorites that Samatoki begrudgingly tolerated since Ichiro insisted they were good for him.
It was, in fact, just like one of those loving wife bentos the married guys on Samatoki's team liked to brag about.
But that didn't mean Ichiro was…
"Did you know?" Samatoki blurted out as Ichiro unpacked the bento on his desk and dragged a chair over for himself. "They've been calling you 'ane-san'."
Ichiro blinked and froze, half-seated, before slowly lowering himself the rest of the way into the chair.
Samatoki almost could have grimaced. It was fucking weird, wasn't it? Ichiro's reaction proved it. "I'll tell them to cut—"
"I mean," Ichiro said, lips twitching with a barely restrained grin. "What else would they call me?"
Samatoki was the one to blink, now. "You're… fine with it?"
"Mm."
"But… they're talking about you like…" Samatoki blinked a second time, his mouth going rapidly dry. "Like you're my wife."
"And?"
"You're not my wife!"
Ichiro snorted as he passed Samatoki a pair of chopsticks. "Not for lack of trying."
"Huh?"
"Not. For lack. Of trying," Ichiro repeated, bold and unashamed. He gestured to the bentos laid out across Samatoki's desk with a flick of his eyes. "Has it not been obvious?"
"…huh?!"
Samatoki dropped his gaze to the bentos as well. The ones that were made with such obvious care. The ones that always brightened his days. The ones he always photographed too, to show off later, to the other husbands who liked to brag about their lunches.
"Oh," Samatoki breathed. All at once, it seemed so obvious. "You wanna be my wife, Ichi?"
Ichiro ducked his head, finally having the decency to turn a bit pink. But his smile remained, growing all the wider. "Might want a couple dates first, some boyfriend time."
"Anything," Samatoki promised in a rush, before sinking back in his seat with a groan. "Man. What am I gonna do on the onsen trip I booked to woo the fuck outta you next week?"
"Eat your food, danna," Ichiro chided. "I'm sure we'll come up with a few ideas."
An answering grin curled at Samatoki's lips as he finally lifted his chopsticks.
Yeah.
He was pretty sure of that too.
2 notes · View notes
Text
Need to write a little oneshot where Ranpo gives Karl cotton candy and gleefully watches him dip it in water and even gives him more so he can just, keep dipping it and be devastated when it disappears. Meanwhile Poe is frantically trying to get him to stop because of how sad Karl looks.
Secretly this is 100% to make up for the fact my two ranpoe fics don't have Karl in them because I may or may not have forgotten to add him.....
51 notes · View notes
crabs-nonsense · 9 days
Text
I think something so horrible about being disabled by something genetic is that there's all those theoretical "if these little things were changed" how wildly different your life could be. And sure how I got here could be different. I could have a different personality, different interests, different traumas. But I would always end up like this. No matter what I would end up in pain with a body that is falling apart.
Maybe some actions could make it not happen as soon as it did, but it would eventually and inevitably happen. Because I was born with it. In the idea of a multiverse with alternate versions of yourself, the other versions of me would have to have different dna to not end up like this too. And if their dna is different then argumentatively they technically aren't even me at all.
There's something very sad about knowing that it didn't matter what you did, you'd always end up like this. So many things you put off for when you're older, because you don't know yet. You don't know that you will be physically unable to do them when you're older. When I was a kid I could run and jump and climb and dance. And I cant do those things anymore. I'm only 22 and I can't do those things anymore.
Anyways sorry, I saw another post about meeting the evil version of yourself and they always remind me of this. Every version of me, no matter what life they lived, has a degenerative disability and would be in the same exact place I am physically.
2 notes · View notes
spidey-bie · 7 months
Note
What if I told you
Crabs.
Hun what does this even mean 😭
5 notes · View notes
crabsdaily · 5 months
Text
one time in high school one of my buddies googled his own name and the top result was a song on soundcloud titled “In Loving Memory of [friends full legal name]”
and so obviously he went to listen to it. and somehow it was a remix of a video on his youtube channel of himself singing in our school musical. and the remix just. ended with Some Guy claiming that my friend had died immediately after the performance after being shot 14 times. (which was verifiably untrue because he was right there)
and we genuinely do not know who the fuck made this
and its not on soundcloud anymore
but i want to meet this guy and ask him some questions
4 notes · View notes
tentacleonastick · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
sponge crab
36 notes · View notes