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crimsonkenjii-writes · 3 months

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I’m mentally ill bc please tell me why I keep thinking about my fictional babies getting so excited when they hear the front door opening bc it means their fictional dad (Kento and Giyuu) is home and they are so excited to see them?????

AND THEN OF COURSE KENTO AND GIYUU BEING EXCITED TO SEE THEIR BABY AS WELL

#is it the menstration???? is you?????#are you the cause of this random baby fever again?????#I’m gonna go ahead and say yes #god damn it #i deserve #to live the happy domestic life #with Kento and/or Giyuu #with our daughter and/or son #don’t make me choose one #I’ll die #crimsonkenjii rambles #i can’t choose one fantasy #bc I’m literally thinking about them both at the same time

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toughbunnyforever · 11 months

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sleepy boy

#i want them to be happy living a quiet domestic life so bad #you have no idea #mha #bnha #my art #digital art #digital illustration #bkdk #dkbk #my hero academia #bakudeku #ktdk #sketches #sketch

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mellowthorn · 9 months

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And they lived happily ever after

#rote #realm of the elderlings #fitzloved #my art #rote fanart #fitzchivalry farseer #the fool #beloved #bee farseer #fitz and the fool spoilers #fitz and the fool #fitz and the fool trilogy #assassin's fate #assassin's fate spoilers #rote spoilers #the thought of them living a happy domestic life together heals my soul

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rainbowspinch · 2 months

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I LOVE ARADIA I LOVE HER SO MUCH I DONT CAAAAAAARE ABOUT ANYONE ELSE

#I don’t care what hs^2 says as far as I’m concerned she and Sollux are HAPPY and living a LOVELY DOMESTIC LIFE #they play VIDEO GAMES TOGETHER and hold hands at the GROCERY STORE #digital art #homestuck #aradia megido

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cuubism · 1 year

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as much as i love traditionally married dreamling - and do i - i also have this bruised softness in my heart for 'what we have is outside relationship constructs, define it at your own peril' dreamling, for 'drifting in and out of each other's orbit with each other as perennial anchor point' dreamling, 'i haven't seen you in sixty years but what's that to an immortal, you are always in my heart' dreamling, 'our lives are not quite one but neither are they apart' dreamling. drop in on me, i am always ready to welcome you. and i will always let you go.

hob as a fixture, a constancy, a hearth, and dream as a wild creature coming in from the cold. it cannot be kept, and you would commit no such sin of trying to, but it can be held, warm, before the fireplace for a while. let it go, and trust that it will come back.

hob as a wanderer, life to life to life, and dream as an ancient, enduring kingdom whose protection is reachable just by closing your eyes. continuance impossible in the waking world but offered as easily as a kiss on the cheek.

there is no keeping a dream, is the thing. and dream does not want to be kept, but he does want to be held, held and let go and held again with those arms always open to him. there is no keeping an adventurer, either, and hob is an adventurer at heart, always ready to see, do, the next thing, but adventurers need a home, too, one that doesn't mind when they come back a little bit different.

go where you need to, when you need to. carry my love with you. and come back to me.

that kind of dreamling.

#aka the dynamic of only lovers left alive #auressea if youre out there i saw your comment on the desire fic about relationship anarchy and i was thinkin about it thanks #and then i was reading about it and found the term anchor person and i was like oh.yes #this is not to say they *cant* have domestic married life they can they contain multitudes XD #though the more i think about it the more i think hob would not be happy being permanently in the dreaming #like if dream were to be like hey do u want to come live with me here. he wouldn't want to. unless he was literally going to die or somethn #he can make a second home of it sure and he does love it there but he's a creature of the waking world almost more so than most others #like dream is a creature of the dreaming. or rather is the dreaming #anyway #the sandman #dreamling #sandman meta #idk i guess?#just thoughts #my writing

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colesawicn · 11 months

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happy father’s day to them 🌊☀️

#drarry #i miss them please #yk what they say #behind every girl is a long history of drarry fics #dads!drarry my favorite drarry #i live for the domestic life of my traumatized skrunklies okay #they deserve the world #draco malfoy #harry potter #malfoy-potter #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers to husbands #happy father’s day #drarry fanart #hp

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jimmyspades · 2 months

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let’s stay like this forever let’s just keep pretending

#look away until you want to imagine a domestic peaceful life with red. whatever #I’ve always loved this part of the show his happy home at the motel #the blacklist #raymond reddington #*#video #this is just. a visual representation of what willow and I have been talking about #the chance for him to have a happy normal safe life. with the people he loves. doesn’t have to feel selfish or guilty about it #he doesn’t have to pretend anymore #sometimes he remembers the past and maybe he gets scared but not a lot. he’s so happy. he’s not going to lose it.#this is my AU I can say he’s not going to lose it #at the risk of sounding even crazier my favorite walt whitman poem has a line #‘I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you’#yeah.#a home for both of us

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jamesunderwater · 1 year

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Uncertainty - A Wolfstar Microfic

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The feeling of Remus's hand in his was still a shock to him. When they'd first started touching one another again, the unfamiliar calluses had been a difficult adjustment. The once-soft hands of the boy he knew had been replaced by the hands of a man, ones that told a story of a hard and lonely existence.

But it had been years since those first nervous touches. He knew the man that Remus was now, inside and out. What shocked him was the freedom with which they were able to live. In a world post-war, though sideways glances still came for the werewolf and ex-con lovers, they were by and large unbothered. And this meant holding hands. In public. With a realtor.

The apartment they were currently touring was gorgeous, he had to admit. It was their twelfth tour, after nearly all the rest had been a disaster. They’d decided to look at something a bit nicer this time, and Sirius could tell that Remus was already in love. The high ceilings and window seats were enough to sell him, but add in the ornate fireplaces, original stained-glass windows, and study with wall to wall built in shelves, and Sirius could see the logic leaving Remus's mind by the second. They couldn’t really afford this place. But he doubted that would matter much.

"Darling, imagine it!" Remus whispered to him, and Sirius blushed as he always did at the pet name. "There's the extra room for Harry whenever he comes round, and this living room is certainly large enough to host everyone, should we want to." His amber eyes were glittering in a way that drew a smile to Sirius's lips spontaneously.

"It's gorgeous, yeah," Sirius breathed, looking around. "But...I mean," he glanced at the realtor and steered Remus to a corner a little further away. "It's pretty far out of our price range, love. I mean--quite a bit."

He watched Remus's face fall, then switch quickly into calculating mode. Sirius's eyes moved across his partner's expression, wanting to trust whatever mental maneuvering was going on in Remus’s mind. But it was difficult to ignore the nervous twisting of his gut. The idea of stretching this far beyond their limit made him want to squirm; he felt a familiar anxiety creeping up his neck, and involuntarily jerked his head to the side, twitching as if casting off some sort of ghost. Ever since his time on the run as Snuffles, Sirius had struggled with a fear of going without. He’d experienced so many days with little to nothing to eat, months of sleeping in caves or forest clearings—a seemingly endless life of uncertainty. Now, whenever his subconscious thought that something might threaten to throw him back into that place of lack, he found himself overwhelmed with an anxious need to get things back under control.

The longer Remus deliberated, the harder it was for Sirius to keep himself from dragging the other man out of the building. “Remus?” He finally urged, an edge to his voice as he tried to pull the other man out of whatever mind hole he’d fallen into.

Remus’s eyes finally focused on him. He seemed to notice that Sirius’s posture and energy had changed, and two wrinkles appeared between his brow as he looked concernedly down at him. A moment passed between them, after which Remus’s eyes softened. “Ah,” was all he said, taking Sirius’s hand in his again. He laced their fingers, and Sirius felt a bit of the tension leave his body.

Finally, Remus spoke, the dam of Sirius’s nervous energy breaking at the sound of his voice. “Alright, yes, it’s outside of what we discussed. But, Sirius, I really think we could do it. I mean,” he paused, tugging Sirius into the main bedroom. “Just think of it. The two of us, with a real home. Not a dingy flat or a cottage in disrepair,” He turned to Sirius, grasping his other hand and looking down at him with hopeful, happy eyes. “A real, lovely home, all our own.” The two men, though nearing forty, had known little housing security in their lives. This search had been supposed to be their chance to find something that truly belonged to them, where they could settle down together.

“Darling, I know it’s frightening. I know it isn’t what we discussed. But it isn’t impossible. And…we deserve this, Sirius,” he added, pausing. “You are deserving of good things.”

Sirius took in a deep breath at these words. He recognized that his fear and certainty that this was not something they could manage was not purely based in truth. They wouldn’t have looked if it were truly impossible. And he did not see Remus lit up this way over many things. He might not have been able to fully accept that he deserved good things, but a firmness settled in place of the anxiety in his stomach: Remus most definitely deserved a home he adored.

Sirius met his partner’s sparkling, waiting eyes, and smiled softly up at him. “Well, I’ve been deserving of one good thing, at least,” he reached up, sliding a hand behind Remus’s neck, and pulled his lips down to meet his own. Breaking apart a moment later, he whispered, “I suppose one more good thing couldn’t hurt.”

#idk why my mind went to domestic bliss on this one #but i'm really in love with the idea of them as just happy adult partners living life and getting what they deserve #wolfstar #my writing #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #wolfstar fanfiction #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #hp #hp fanfic #marauders fanfic #ch: padfoot #wolfstar microfic*#wolfstar*

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stinkrascal · 8 months

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that scene in the grove when you first meet wyll and hes being so nice and sweet and patient with the little tiefling child like okaywhat if i killed everyone and then myself right now. what if i sustained myself on a diet of glass and mercury alone.what then

#HES SOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUUUTE WYLL ILY ILY ILY ILY ILY ILY ILY #when i see a man doing anything slightly paternal i lose my mind i start seeing red it makes me physically unwell #im gonna make wyll and aza in ts4 so they can live the domestic life they deserve #no more brain worms u guys..... just happy family time.............. thats it..... omg and i'll make wyll's dad their neighbor #i love bg3 but sometimes i just need the boring repetitive monotony of ts4 gameplay..... its what wyll deserves #like u dont need to fight anymore baby u dont need to prove urself to ur dad... just bake this pie for me. love u xo

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soldier-poet-king · 2 months

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You're telling me not even one good movie kiss?

#do not put on mitski. mitski is the mind killer #the duality of Fran #anyway yeah i am fellin real bad abt myself #which is stupid!!!!!!!!!!#i worked so hard on myself. I still do #and i want to live a life im proud of. i want to die like Hopkins. saying im so happy. i loved my life #but that doesn't make me not want. not want. not want #and all the talk of not letting romance define your worth is good and well and import #but it doesnt stop me WANTING IT. Either in a traditional way or in a qpr way #its about the lifelong commitment the easy domestic intimacy the trust!!#alas i am a FOOL. and im going to go do my job #im not good for much #but its very much a if i cannot be wanted at least let me be used up in the service of smthn or someone else #i have. a very terrible martyrs complex. for someone who is as fussy and sensory issue having as myself

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dropob · 2 years

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v teaching young saeyoung how to drive!!

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hello its been awhile....there’s a chatroom where v talks about driving.. so.

#mystic messenger #707 #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger v #domestic #!!!#saeyoung #mystic messenger jihyun #mysme #im not sure how to tag #v adopts a little guy #saeyoung choi #i imagine they live a happy life (everyone)#my art

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mister-eames · 9 months

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I know it’s been said before, but you spark so much joy with your headcanon & arthur/eames discussions 🥺 also! Still thinking of that pic of Tom Hardy in a muscle tee & other recent photos of him where he is lots of grey in his beard. Idk if you saw JGL at the ceremony where he presented rian Johnson with an award but he had a deep velvet plum suit on, a beard and his hair is long & wavy. & now I’m thinking about older eames/Arthur who are comfortable happy and still sickeningly in love

Nonnie!!!!!!! Thank you so much for stopping by, these asks always are so thought provoking and indulge me so much, I'm always happy to talk about Arthur/Eames and Inception in general!

Okay so, I had not seen that video and I am SO GLAD you brought it to my attention. JGL LOOKS SO FREAKING GOOD!!! THE SUIT!!! THE BEARD!!! THE CURLS!!!!!! Oh my god. If anyone has not seen the video check it out here you wont regret it.

And, you said it -- "Comfortable, happy and (still) sickeningly in love" is all I want for Arthur and Eames (and my life tbh). My headcanon is that they settle down and retire and while they still dabble in a little criminal action here and there (like being criminally sexy!!!) they live quieter lives a handful of years after the Fischer job. They love each other, right? They want to be safer because they want to build a life over building dreams, because life can be so short, you know, and I think in the film you learn just that--anything can happen at any given moment and you just...slow the hell down. Even when that means taking life in the slow lane and changing course - and so they do.

I imagine Arthur and Eames in their forties and fifties, teaching and consulting for work - Eames being disgusted every time he does his taxes and Arthur being disgusted with himself for wearing polo shirts in the summer and secretly loving it. They are starting to go grey, more grey with every handful of years - they are starting to go soft in places. There are crows eyes and forehead lines and heartburn and creaky bones. Diets to manage IBS and blood pressure. Worse, they start to do things their parents used to do -- like watch the news on TV and mutter into their dinner about idiot politicians and neighbours who park like dickheads on the street and wont trim their trees back out of their yard, and they reminisce about how things were different when they were kids and seriously why the fuck are they the only normal people who live on this street?

They keep busy. They learn new things. For his forty-fifth birthday Arthur builds Eames a library in their Philadelphia home with his bare hands. Eames buys the battered skeleton of a '67 Ford Mustang and restores it for Arthur. They read books and watch movies in bed and keep guns in their bedsides just in case. They go on long drives together and still sometimes travel the world to see old faces and so they still remember what it feels like to be homesick and miss the good life. Eames' knees play up. Arthurs back has seen better days. They're uncles to their siblings kids and to Phillipa and James. And they take that job very seriously.

They still have their domestics and spats every now and then. But they make up and move on. They're partners (in life and crime) and they get their thrills out of making the other happy. They're the people the other cannot wait to come home to.

They have always attempted to manufacture their own luck and they finally did it because here they are, content and happy.