#make me breakfast in bed

[thatsuccubabe]

If you don't have a mother to celebrate this weekend, I'll be your mommy 😘

#i hope this doesn't invite weirdness to my DMs #send me all the plants #and coffee #I'll hang your art on the fridge #make me breakfast in bed #I'm not a mother but I'm full of nurturing vibes #i give great hugs #my thoughts

[unclewaynemunson]

It wasn't the first time Eddie woke up to an empty bed after having someone spend the night. But it for sure was the first time it caught him by surprise.

He had been pretty sure things were different, with Steve. There was a real, proper date before they ended up in Eddie's bed together, after all. They held hands, they cuddled, they did all the romantic shit that Eddie used to scoff at and skip right past, before he got to know Steve Harrington. It hadn't felt like it was just about the sex: there had been tender touches and sweet words and soft kisses, and falling asleep in each other's arms afterwards had felt more intimate than anything Eddie had ever experienced before. So it didn't make sense to wake up and see no trace of Steve. No note, not a single piece of evidence that Steve had been there, not even something as dumb as a forgotten sock. Nothing.

As he went through his morning ritual of coffee, cereal and cigarette, he felt confusion make place for anger. By the time he was dressed and looking at himself while brushing his teeth in front of the crappy old bathroom mirror, he wondered how he could ever have been stupid enough to think that Steve would stay. The realization that Steve had apparently only used him to get what he wanted and dropped the act as soon as that happened, made him feel gross. He spit out his toothpaste with way more force than necessary and jumped in his van to tell Steve exactly that Eddie wasn't the kind of guy who tolerated being toyed with like that.

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When Eddie barged into Family Video, Steve was standing at one of the shelves with a big pile of tapes in his arms, the store empty and quiet except for some movie playing on the big screen in the background.

He looked up at the sound of the bell, and actually had the audacity to smile a soft, almost tender smile when he saw Eddie coming in.

"Hey there."

And, well, that truly did it for Eddie.

"Hey there?!" he repeated in a loud, shrill voice. "Seriously, Steve? What the hell, man? You sneak out of my bed after making me think what we did actually meant something, and now you greet me with a "hey there" like nothing has even happened?!"

Steve frowned; he looked genuinely surprised. Seriously, had none of the dozens of girls he probably pulled this on ever told him off? Or were they all worth staying for, contrary to Eddie the Freak Munson?

"Wha- What do you mean, making you think it meant something?" Steve stuttered. "It meant something. At least," he shrugged lightly and his cheeks colored into a light shade of pink, "to me it did."

For obvious reasons, Eddie found that a little bit hard to believe.

"Then why the hell did you sneak away at the crack of dawn like it was just some goddamn one-night stand?!"

Steve stared at him for a couple of seconds, his mouth falling open. Eddie had seen him look confused plenty of times before, but never like this - like he was missing something huge.

"I - I was allowed to stay?" Steve finally uttered. And it sounded so genuine, so small, so lost... All Eddie's anger easily got knocked out of him with that one question.

"You thought you weren't allowed to stay?" he asked, in a much softer voice this time.

Steve shrugged, suddenly avoiding Eddie's gaze.

"Yeah, I mean... I just assumed..." He swallowed visibly, seemingly searching for words. Finally, he fixed his eyes back on Eddie's face. "You actually wanted me to stay?" It sounded equal parts confused as hopeful, and the look in his brown eyes was so soft and innocent that it almost broke something inside of Eddie.

"Why the hell did you think I wouldn't?"

"I dunno, I just thought..." He looked away again, to a point just behind Eddie's shoulder as he continued, "Whenever a girl would come to my place, they'd always leave right after we finished. Or when I'd come to theirs, they'd have me leave through the window before their parents would notice. Some of them wanted to cuddle for a bit afterwards, but not, like, the whole night, y'know."

"Fuck, Stevie... I -" Eddie could barely believe what Steve was saying; it truly blew his mind that there were so many people who could have Steve Harrington in their bed and not want to keep him there forever. It made him furious - not at Steve, obviously, but at those girls who had made this perfect boy believe that he wasn't the kind of person people would want to keep around for what came after the sex.

"Falling asleep with you last night... That was the best thing that ever happened to me," he told Steve. It felt vulnerable, to say it out loud, but he knew he had to get it all out in the open. "I mean, don't get me wrong, the things we got up to before falling asleep were also pretty damn mind-blowing..." He couldn't help but chuckle. "But of course I wanted you to stay. I thought that would speak for itself."

"Oh," was the only thing Steve said, just blankly staring at Eddie for a couple of seconds. Then, his eyes widened as Eddie's words finally seemed to sink in. "Shit, Eddie, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to -"

"It's okay," Eddie cut him off. "Can you uh," he nodded towards the video tapes in Steve's hands, "Put those away, please?"

Steve placed the pile on the shelf behind him and Eddie immediately launched himself into his arms, pulling him as close as humanly possible without crushing his bones.

With a surprised Oomph! Steve took a few stumbling steps backwards before he caught his balance again, and hugged Eddie back just as tight.

"I'm really sorry, I messed up," he said, his mouth close to Eddie's ear. "I had no idea. If I had known, I would never have left, seriously. I would've called in sick and made you pancakes, and I would've stayed with you in bed all day."

"It's okay," Eddie repeated. "I mean, it's frankly ridiculous that you'd assume I wouldn't want you around every single fucking morning from now on, but -"

"So can I make it up to you tonight?" Steve interrupted him, an eager undertone to his question. "Or actually tomorrow morning, I guess?"

Eddie leaned back slightly to see Steve's face. He was hesitantly smiling at him, and Eddie gave him a beaming smile in return. Then, he leapt forward again to press an impetuous kiss against Steve's lips.

"How 'bout you make it up to me every day from now on, big boy?"

"I dunno, making you pancakes every day from now on is a bit much, don't you think?"

Eddie laughed. "Then the deal's off, sorry."

"What if we take turns?"

He pretended to think for a moment. "Alright, I think I can live with that," he finally concluded, letting Steve pull him closer again to steal another kiss. And as long as he could taste Steve's lips, he couldn't care less about pancakes.

#look i know we all go crazy for the trope of steddie waking up and being surprised the other is still there #or one of them waking up to an empty bed only to find the other in the kitchen making breakfast #but have something a lil more painful instead i guess #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fruity ficlet

[problemcore]

like yea when i was. freaking 16. i saw buccellati as a very parental figure to the passione kids. but im 20 now and im overcome with dread at how the entire world is at his shoulders the entire season. its terrifying. and you reduce him to the mom friend? whatever is actually going on with him is much more intriguing

#i just woke up i hope any of this makes sense #but like bruno is such a heartbreaking character to me. #plus. idk its weird to me now. i have friends who are younger than me in 3-4 . i dont see them as my kids. they're their own people #idk the weird treatment bruno gets in the fandom annoys me #anyway. thanks for reading. im gonna go think about eating breakfast but really im not gonna get out of bed. #chris noises #jjba

[scrambledslut]

→ boyfriendcore pt.2

( part 1 )

#so baby girl i need him to stop #again; these are ofc originals from my camera roll🤭 #just some pictures from our life together #shhhh🤫 let me be delusional in peace #so many of these picture are so frankie coded #i would make him breakfast in bed😔 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal cinematic universe #dieter bravo #joel miller #frankie catfish morales #francisco morales #joel miller x reader

[meowthtwo]

Can I get your number?

Can I get you into bed?

When we wake up in the morning

Will you give me lots of head?

#japanese breakfast #music #everybody wants to love you #will you lend me your toothbrush? will you make me breakfast in bed? ask me to get married and then make me breakfast again #SoundCloud

[regretisstoredintheme]

Rise Raph x crush reader who loves to hand make plushies and one day makes one of Raph they often cuddle with when he’s away and one day Raph finds the plush cuz Reader had left it behind by accident?

Wowowowowowowowowoooooo—- AAAAYOO????? 

A Request???

*snatches paper* 

“Soradragon asked: Rise Raph x crush reader who loves to hand make plushies and one day makes one of Raph they often cuddle with when he’s away and one day Raph finds the plush cuz Reader had left it behind by accident?”

A/N: you, m’dear, are very bright. I may have taken just a smidge of creative liberty with this, but here it is all the same :))

- Teddy bear (A Oneshot) -

Warm light filtered into the windows of your room, bringing the gentle warmth that often reminded you of your favorite turtle. Your bandaged fingers brushed against your sheets, a reminder of how hard you worked. Every day you mended, created, and thought up new stuffed animals. It brought you both joy and pain- but you were always thankful for it. Making little dolls for people was your favorite thing, so when you had met Raph, the sweetest plush of all, you couldn’t help but stay up a few nights — making what you hoped was a realistic adaptation of the turtle. This plush you were going to keep for yourself, unlike all the others. Your very own teddy bear, because you had a sinking feeling you would never be able to cuddle the real thing. 

Last night was a bit of a blur—  you had been working on another commission, tirelessly threading your needle through the fabric. You had invited Raph to hang out since his family had all left the lair— something about a surprise — and he didn’t want to be alone.

Throughout the hours, the red-clad turtle had helped every now and then— but eventually, you felt his gentle hand rest on your shoulder. In curiosity, you met his eyes, which held nothing but kindness. “isn’t it a little— late, (Y/N)?” He smiled, yet his brows held worry— what time was it again? You couldn’t remember. “I should get this finished by tomorrow, Raph..” you mirrored his smile, only to pause as he chuckled, a hand pointing to your clock. 

“It already is tomorrow, (Y/N).”

Why that memory in particular was so clear, you couldn’t tell, all you knew was at some point he had coaxed you to sleep despite your protests. You had sleepily told him he could find some blankets in your closet, and that he was welcome to spend the night, but the last thing you could remember was a hand gently sweeping your hair out of your face. Then— there was nothing.

Your eyes fluttered open, hands gently accustoming to the feeling of the Raph plush in your arms- which- last you checked, had been hiding under your blankets. Apparently at some point in the night you had found it again, clinging to the soft fabric with your life. 

“Sorry— did I wake you?” A soft voice asked, and as you looked towards the door, your gaze met the one of your favorite turtle. You sleepily sat up, muttering something about how glad you were it was the weekend. Before you could say any more, a tray was placed on your lap - filled with an arrangement of cut fruits, syrup, and a bowl of oatmeal. “I.. didn’t know how you liked it..” Raph admitted shyly, before his eyes lifted, landing on the plushie you currently held in your lap. 

His mouth held agape for a moment, and he shook his head slightly, as if trying to snap himself out of it. His eyes dilated, and reality struck as he realized he was not, in fact, imagining it. When he didn’t respond to your many thanks, you looked up from your food, and followed his eyes.. to mini Raph. 

You could swear you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

How were you going to explain this one? Say that you were bored? Say that you were going to make the others as well? You knew you weren’t— but you would have to if you said that! How would you explain how dearly you held him it? How would he react? 

“Is that— me?” Raph questioned, swallowing the bit of excitement that crawled up his throat. You felt heat rush to your face, the words escaping you as you avoided his gaze. He crouched next to your bed, leaning closer to the plushie, “Does he have a name?” His arm tentatively reached out, letting the stuffed animal’s hand perch on his finger. 

“Well—“ you thought for a moment, trying to recover from the shock that he wasn’t upset with you. “Uhm, I haven’t really thought of a name other than Raph..” your chin rested on the plush’s head, fiddling with the edges of its shell. 

At the sight, Raph could feel his heart explode. He never thought he could feel jealous of a plushie! Not that he didn’t love the doll, it was just a reminder of where he wanted to be— but maybe this meant he had a chance..? His eyes scanned your face gently, a content smile on his face. “Well, if you wanna just stick with Raph, I suppose I’ll have to let it slide.” He chuckled, nodding over to your tray. 

“Now cmon. Your oatmeal’s getting cold.” 

Right on time, you felt your stomach start to burn, begging for sustenance of any kind. Ignoring how embarrassed you felt, you leaned forward, taking the spoon from the tray as well as a few fruits. The oatmeal was warm and delicious, melting in your mouth as you smiled into the meal. Raph gave a small excited noise at the look on your face, delighted that you seemed to enjoy it. 

A while of comfortable silence fell over the two of you, Raph trying his best to suppress the want to hug the absolute crap out of you. He could feel his tail gently wagging as he watched you, entirely content to sit there the entire rest of the day if you wanted. 

“Soo..” he said after a while, an ‘eldest brother’ look on his face, “was there a reason you chose to make me?” He tried to hide the hopeful edge in his voice, ultimately failing when you looked at him— a slight starry look in your eye. You bit your lip, considering whether or not this was a good time to spill about the warmth Raph brought you every day. “You.. well..” taking a gander outside your window, you observed that the sun was making a once-in-a-blue-moon appearance, glistening against the hues of NYC, and you thought.. maybe today was as good a day as any. 

“You may or may not be..” you started, feeling a lump in your throat at his expectant expression, “my favorite— person.. to be around..” hiding your face in your plushie, you tried to stim out your panic, “I— missed having you around..” your fingers fiddled with the soft hands of the creature, snuggling into it’s head. Raph paused, a look of pure joy on his face, his hand lifted, squeezing where his heart fluttered. Your favorite person? Really? Him? His cheeks hurt from how much he was smiling, and suddenly he couldn’t contain himself. His arms reached out, pulling you from where you perched on your bed into a rib crushing hug. He nuzzled into your hair, grinning from ear to ear as you let out a surprised squeak. 

“You’re my favorite person, too.” He cheesed, loosening his grip a little so you could actually breathe. “Can I have one of you, too?” Letting you some space so you could look at him, he caught a glimpse of the cherry blush on your face. “You okay?” He cupped your face with his hand, brushing your cheek with his thumb. You gave a sheepish smile, leaning into his touch. “Yes to… both questions.” 

You had no idea how to capture your own likeness, but you were sure Raph wouldn’t mind helping you out. 

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A/N: It didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted it, but considering the grin I had on my face while writing parts of it — I’d say it was worth it 😤 I’m so glad I finally finished this, it’s been on the backburner for TOO long, especially with how sweet of an idea it is!!! (And that it may have been requested by one of my favorite ppl)

#raph tmnt #rise Raph x reader #raphael x reader #Tmnt Raph x reader #tmnt #ROTTMNT #ROTTMNT Raph x reader #HE WOULD MAKE YOU BREAKFAST IN BED DONT TELL ME HE WOULDNT #regrettable writing #Damn two writings in one day?? #I am on FIRE #2018 Raph x reader

[smolmakerel]

Life after the Ghostface killings in New York City was somewhat peaceful. As peaceful as it could be with the entire internet hounding you that you were going to end up becoming a serial killer like your dad.

If Sam had it her way, she would ban the internet. Because, honestly? Most of them were a bunch of incels (whatever that even meant. Sam overheard Mindy saying Richie was an incel and assumed it to mean a shitty person - which, true) who needed a positive social life.

And incels were why Sam usually stayed inside nowadays, because she didn't want to deal with shitty people trying to kill her. Again. For the third time.

Literally isolating herself led to the worst possible outcome.

For Tara.

"Um, Sam?"

Sam didn't bother putting the impact driver in her hand down. She whipped around and grinned at her bemused and annoyed sister coming into the living room.

Tara eyed the power tool in Sam's hand, the few screws poking out of her teeth, and the halfway-put-together hammock limp on the floor.

"Is there a reason why you're drilling holes in the wall?" Tara deadpanned, pulling her arms tight across her chest.

Sam looked down at the hammock as if it was obvious. It was kind of obvious. No, it was really obvious. The hammock was still half drilled into the wall and patiently waiting to be stuck across the room to stretch out. She opened her mouth to let the screws fall into her palm.

"I'm hanging a hammock."

"Why?"

"Because?"

"At 2 in the morning?" Sam went to open her mouth to defend herself, but Tara quickly narrowed her eyes and spoke up again. "When I have a final worth 40% of my grade at 9 in the morning?"

Sam slowly closed her jaw.

Tara held her angry glare for exactly 10 seconds before her shoulders dropped as she sighed. She trudged to the chair and curled up in it, patiently watching Sam watching her. Sam perked up at the silent "go on" from her sister.

"It was supposed to be a surprise for you," Sam admitted. She began to stretch the hammock to the other wall and used her stud finder on the wall. She sighed. "I guess I lost track of time."

Tara raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "So you haven't eaten all day?"

Sam laughed at that, nearly slipping and drilling her hand to the wall. Tara jolted at that but calmed down once Sam continued to laugh.

"That's my line, Tara." Sam tugged on the newly drilled hammock and sighed once she was satisfied it wasn't coming down. "Do you like it?"

"I think I'd like it even more if I didn't have to wake up during the installation."

Ok. Fine. Whatever.

Sam dramatically rolled her eyes and discarded the impact driver and stud finder on the half of the couch the hammock didn't cover. She flopped onto the hammock with a groan, hands behind her head.

"I'll just use it then," Sam teased with her eyes closed, "since someone doesn't appreciate honest work."

She could feel the side eye Tara was giving her, and she couldn't help but feel slightly panicked.

Did Tara really not like the gift? Was it over the top? Did it remind Tara too much of... before?

Before Sam could mentally degrade herself about how she should've known better than to burden Tara with this gift, the hammock rocked.

Sam snapped her eyes open at the tipping of the hammock and immediately threw her foot down to the floor for stability. Tara, from Sam's sudden movement, fell the rest of the way into the hammock.

Tara wriggled around, trying to get comfortable, and Sam laid as still as she could. As soon as Tara relaxed, almost completely on top of her older sister, Sam wrapped her arms around Tara and squeezed.

"Gotcha!" Sam said with a kiss to the crown of her head.

Tara grumbled, exhausted.

It was quiet after that. Sam rubbed soothing circles into Tara's back and hummed whatever song came to mind.

"Sammy?" Tara's tired voice slurred into Sam's shoulder. Sam hummed. "I love it; thank you so, so much. I feel like a kid again."

Sam swallowed. Wow. No one had ever really shown appreciation for the things she gave them. To hear how much Tara loved it made Sam love the gift too.

"It's nothing," Sam tried to downplay how happy she was, but the pitch in her voice gave it away.

Tara nuzzled deeper into her sister's bodywarmth, and Sam reached out to snag the wooly blanket from the couch beneath the hammock and toss it over them. Humming, Tara fully relaxed.

"Dos oruguitas," Sam softly sang, tucking Tara's hair behind her ear, "enamoradas.¹"

"Pasan sus noches," Tara mumbled, not even bothering to try and sing right now, "y madrugadas.²"

Sam snorted. Her foot began to lightly kick against the ground to sway the hammock.

The whir of the heater drowned out the honking outside of people rushing to get home and out of the way of the incoming snow storm.

Tara's shoulders hitched, drawing Sam's attention to them. Her eyes went wide when warm tears began to soak her shirt collar.

"Tara? Mi mariposa, ¿qué ocurre?" Sam lifted the two of them up enough so she could wipe away the tears flowing down Tara's cheeks. Each tear was a punch to the gut, and Sam wanted nothing more than to lightly assault whatever made Tara cry. "¿Estás bien?³"

Tara shook her head. "No es nada.⁴ I was thinking about our backyard. We used to do this all the time." She laughed wetly, full of tears. "I didn't know how much I missed it until now."

So... Sam needed to lightly assault herself. Got it.

At least she could make up for all of those afternoon naps in their backyard hammock she missed now.

"Me too," Sam agreed with a smile. She cupped Tara's face and kissed her forehead, and Tara sank into the action with a tired sigh. "Now -" Sam pulled back with a mock stern glare -"you're going back to sleep. You have your final in the morning. Why are you even awake right now?"

"What? You're the one that -"

"Shh, less talking more sleeping."

Tara huffed, but it sounded suspiciously like muffled laughter.

Sam pulled Tara back down and continued to rub her back and push her foot to move the hammock. The soothing motions combined with Sam's warmth lulled Tara into an easy sleep.

But Sam never stopped rocking her foot. She pulled the blanket higher over both of them before hugging her sister.

With Tara now sleeping, Sam silently dissolved into a mess of tears. She was glad Tara wasn't seeing this moment of weakness from her. What would she think of Sam if she knew Sam cried so easily over her?

"Te amo, Tara," she said as she gathered Tara as close as she could, until the world shifted and the puzzle completed. She was whole again. "Te amo mucho, mi corazón.⁵"

Sam closed her eyes and fell asleep with her entire world in her arms.

— ● — ○ — ● — ○ —

1: Two little caterpillars in love

2: They spend their nights and early mornings

3: My butterfly, what's going on? Are you ok?

4: It's nothing.

5: I love you, Tara. I love you so much, my heart.

#I haven't written in a while so bear with me 😭 #Sam is such a dad #Sam getting out her toolbox: I have the tools for success #Tara: *side eyes her* #I have so many headcanons of these two that will probably never leave my head #I love them so much #Anyway #Tara was wearing a Freddy Fazbear onesie to bed in this I don't make the rules I just enforce them #Sam was wearing a Bonnie onesie /j #Now I'm thinking about a FNAF au 🙄 #In the morning: #Tara ended up missing her exam and Sam was freaking out about it #Then Sam's stomach growling reminded Tara of how Sam didn't eat at all yesterday #So they had breakfast together ❤ #Chad and Mindy crashed the breakfast party for free food #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #scream 2022 #scream vi #scream #I wrote this while having 4% battery on my phone also so I was doing a rush lol #my writing #This was originally angsty as hell but I'll write that another time #They're both crybabies but Tara's the one that cries in public while Sam breaks down when Tara isn't around

[castieldelamancha]

me: :(

my brain: ed and stede are in love and starting a new life together, they dream of opening an inn together too

me: :)

#my brain: they both know how the other looks when he comes too me: :D #blackbonnet #ed and stede #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death #makes me think about cas and that bed and breakfast dean wanted to be part of desperately

[kinos-fortress-2]

miss pauling WOULD NOT SMELL FINE.

#me disagreeing at everything about miss pauling that people paints her as something good sweet or cool #WHEN SHES NOT COOL OR AWESOME OR SMELLS GOOD AT ALL SHAKES YOU AROUND LIKE A BOTTLE #she smells LIKE HUMAN SWEAT and old clothes from a humid closet she barely cleans. like a grandma. #well grandmas do smell nice. BUT THATS NOT THE FACT #ok well she does smell fine and bearable maybe he hair smells like bed sheets no changed at all #because she wakes up so early she doesn’t have time to clean her room or make her bed #she just instantly runs not even eating breakfast and dying of hunger until either scout or soldier gives her a cookie #or a half eaten pork beans in soldiers courtesy #and gets home late EXHAUSTED and throws herself in the bed to later wake up in 5 minutes #me wanting to expose her every single damn time i am evil like that to my ult #oh yeah her hair doesn’t smell that good at all. full of lice. and greasy. girl wash YOUR HAIR that’s what demo always says to her #prob demo often times calls her out or secretly spy will come and said damn my mask doesn’t even smell that bad than that hair of yours #but is either of those two. wait what i was talking about #her teeth are so yellow because she forgets to clean them #crusty eyes too. can’t put makeup stupidass just only puts her fav purple lipstick to hide her crusty lips #takes a deep breath… fuck. woman failure

[whentherewerebicycles]

I want my mom 😭

#return of the intense pregnancy vulnerability feelings #I’m like TOO pregnant I can’t move properly anymore and everything hurts #and I’m going on nine weeks of hand pain and a month of no sleep #it’s too hard doing everything for myself #I still have to walk the dogs and feed myself and practice this talk #and do laundry probably 😭 #so I can wear one of the three things that still fit me tomorrow #tomorrow I work from 9am to 8pm #okay. I can do this #I will put laundry in right now #and walk the dogs on the 20 min loop #then I will make the easy breakfast tacos again #and practice the talk over dinner #and by then it’ll be like 7:30 or 8 #and I can go to bed #I think I feel demoralized by the news that I won’t actually be able to schedule my induction #it feels like this is heading towards ‘you will continue to be in physical pain hell for the indefinite future’ #I’m not brave and strong I’m very weak and my hands hurt so much

[gamesgogirling]

Your turn to picmix pt.2

#yttd #reko yabusame #alice yabusame #joe tazuna #sara chidouin #nao egokoro #q-taro burgerberg #your turn to die #gif #picmix #my posts #everymorning i am awoken starving for picmix my maid brings me one of those little table stands for breakfast in bed and atop that she #gives me my laptop and my headphones (to listen to nightcore to maximize my picmixing abilities) and I make picmixes i've been trapped here #for what seems to be an eternity. when I die wrap my body in glitter and develop a new technology that will shake my coffin forever #just like a gif #i'll be like a gif #that is intill i claw myself out of my coffin moved by pure unadulterated will power. and for what reason is #contentment with death not enough? because i have no laptop down there. i need to make picmix. DUH?!!

[qnfarc]

whenever I see someone arguing about how buddy daddies isn't queer and people who think it is are ruining the anime for others I just go 🤨 for well... obvious reasons of how tf enjoying the show through queer lens would ruin it but also because how do these people think the show will end?? like... genuinely, how do you think this slice of life with two men each with hard past and trauma raising a daughter together which forces them to confront said traumas and grow as individuals and partners (let's also ignore the ambiguous connotations of using this word and history of using if we must) is going to end? cause obviously it's going to end with this imperfect makeshift family creating their home together and staying together. loving and supporting each other in their own ways for years to come. these two men raising Miri together, completely comfortable in this home they've created and existing together, completely fine with no other romantic relationships in their lives spending their years together as parents. just saying that's...that's pretty gay of them you know? and honestly even if you argue about it and pull two friends can raise a child together card... this anime still provides so much wholesome and good content for queer community in such basic ways "our bank account", "you think work's more important than our kid?!", Miri saying she loves having two dads, "these are our genes at work" and much more... just a lot of positivity all around so it's no wonder queer community is enjoying watching it, read their relationship as queer and take comfort from the show? and there is really nothing wrong with that especially when as I said we all know it will end with heart-warming closure of this found family being happy and together

#talking to the void but i saw some yt vid and was in small rant ramble mood #kazuki and rei are literally that meme of two dudes playing truth or dare and ending up together with a daughter and #their own bed and breakfast in what we call the longest game of gay chicken #i just find it funny how dudebros are like they aren't gay stop ruining the show when it'll end with kazuki and rei staying with Miri #raising her together for years and years never a women in sight for either and just the three of them chilling perfectly content and happy #my dude that is in fact pretty gay that is in fact pretty bi that is in fact pretty queer of them #ppl are just pointing it out #btw why are you laughing when buddy daddies was called gay sxf but when ppl do make relationship romantic between two men #just like ppl are doing between a man and a woman in sxf you are offended and pulling two male friends can raise a child together card?? #just wondering no reason #buddy daddies #i can't believe the thing that makes me write first longer post is slice of life 12 episodes anime called buddy daddies

[detentiontrack]

Your so mentally unstable you can’t handle an unmade bed? 💀

Well the thing about PTSD, is that it’s inherently irrational.

Also you’re*

#I used to get beat up if I didn’t make my bed every morning #and if I forgot (which I often did as a young child with undiagnosed ADHD) I would get beat up and not allowed to eat breakfast or lunch #as you can guess I’m also really weird about food #I eat like someone is about to take my plate from me (which it has) #tw abuse #tw abuse mention #tw child abuse

[akkivee]

kuko actually has the perfect reason to come hang out w/ the yamadas! like how he'd pay ichiro back after they reconciled and he can do so by helping out w/ household chores since even though he hates doing them, i'm sure he's pretty damn good at them when he puts his mind to it lmao. another is after the events in the s2 anime when he decided to stay and helps with the rebuilding? kuko voice: let me stay over in exchange for my body (doing chores) ichiro: (spits out his cola) ???

i’m sure ichiro would feel like he’s living the good life now that he needs to whack both his bros and his bf upside their heads because they’re bickering over his attention lmao literally like 99 problems but not enough love ain’t one 😭😭😭

#vee got an ask #early morning ichikuu makes me happy lol #like kuukou’s the clingier sleeper but when kuukou’s internal alarm clock gets him up early #ichiro becomes the clingy one bc kuukou’s leaving their bed lol #so you have kuukou prepping breakfast with a 185cm man half asleep on his back too sleepy to function but awake enough to miss kuukou lol #rhyme anima kuukou would be the most passive demanding physical labour for lodging lol #i feel like canon kuukou would prefer to work with ichiro around the house #but all the same ichiro would be sentimental enough about working with kuukou again LOL

[awfenticwimes]

makes me more inskelligent

#yazeba's bed & breakfast #yazeba #zeebposting #rag-and-bones #skeleton #she gon make me slide with my dog dog n dog like I’m hey kid

[raekiez]

Snake and Otacon in my post mgs4 hcs/au :)

#this takes place some years after the events of mgs4 #ik snake had a short prognosis but living into your 50s-60s is possible with werners syndrome. let me have this #snake uses a lot of mobility aids #primarily a forearm crutch; cane; and wheelchair #they are ALL camo printed bc he is annoying #he also has glasses for cataracts/general poor eyesight #snake; otacon; and sunny all live together happily #otacon and sunny take amazing care of snake; they love him dearly 🥺 #snake is stubborn and tends to overdo it which causes flare ups #years of being seen more as an object for others than a human will do that to you #but hes getting better at it; sunny and otacon have taught him how to be kinder to himself #otacon kisses his hands and massages them when they're cold #snake fears otacon is disgusted by his body and pities him; but thats just snake being insecure #otacon loves him more than ever. he thinks he's gorgeous (he always hae a thing for older men-) #otacon helps snake brush his hair and teeth and dress himself when the pain is bad #sunny makes breakfast often :) #they all eat together when snake wakes up; which is usually in the late morning/early afternoon #if snakes pain is too bad theyll eat breakfast in bed together #mgs #mgs4 #hall emmerich #sunny emmerich #solid snake #old snake #disabled character #disability hcs #mobility aids