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lazycranberrydoodles · 6 months
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boss lady doodle that i started during cringetober but didnt finish (i rewatched way of the househusband yet again.) nya
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solarisgod · 14 days
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 ⁽ — - ㅤ٬٬ ㅤ ✰ DETECTIVE PARADOX'S COMFORT LIST ! ⸝⸝ ₊˚. ₎
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Comfort food(s) : Blue raspberry candies, chips, mango, peach, Pho, sushi. Comfort drink(s) : Apple juice, chocolate milk, Crush cream soda, general blue raspberry drinks, mango smoothie with tapioca. Comfort movie(s) : Cinnamoroll: The Movie, Detective Pikachu, Everything Everywhere All At Once, In Space with Markiplier, Pacific Rim. Comfort show(s) : Pokémon, Digimon, Jujutsu Kaisen, Moon Knight, Sense8. Comfort clothing : Hoodies with finger pockets, leather jackets, t-shirts with graphics of favourite characters, my Eevee cap, my own + my beloved's sun ⅋ moon necklace that have " I love you " written in many different languages in the pendants. Comfort song(s) : Fireflies by Owl City, Million Knives by Tatsuya Kato ⅋ Zinee, This Endless Endeavour by Starset, Tenebrescence by Crywolf, What It Cost by Bad Omens. Comfort book(s) : The Girl from the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún by Nagabe, The Way of the Househusband by Kousuke Oono, Unsolved: Supernatural by Ryan Bergara ⅋ Shane Madej, Faust by Goethe, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint by Sing Shong, with few outer space related books. Comfort game(s) : Night in the Woods, Pokémon Core Series, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon, Telltale's the Walking Dead Game, Undertale.
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TAGGED BY : @vulpesse ( thank you so much ! ♡ ) TAGGING : @lunarisdog , @bakshiis , @jackdup , @earthsync , ⅋ you ! ♡ ₊˚.
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vacantgodling · 1 year
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2022 Year in Review Tag!
thanks so much @magic-is-something-we-create i feel like this year has been a huge jumble ngl but let’s be positive about it lol :’)
also this is just a general list not top 5 cuz i didn’t do much this year
5 movies i watched
in terms of new movies:
american psycho — i actually enjoyed this movie a lot but it’s genuinely bc this movie is much funnier than i thought it would be. all deeper meanings and commentary aside patrick bateman is a fucking specimen
kwaidan — obsessed with this movie ngl. the first three segments are top tier (kurokami, yukionna & HOICHI THE EARLESS ESPECIALLY IF YOU WATCH NO OTHER PART PLEASE WATCH THIS ONE I CANNOT PRAISE IT ENOUGH). however the last one was super lackluster in comparison to the other three. tbh i feel like if the last one was the first one it would be a really good progression from okay to the best bc you really can’t follow hoichi the earless with anything imo.
tales from crypt (1972) — watched a lot of old horror this year (bc my partner is a horror movie buff and has been getting me into them for awhile now lolol) but this movie was a lot of fun! i want more ridiculous anthologies and movies tbh. make movies fun again tm.
jeepers creepers — never seen it before and MY GOD was screaming the whole time i was watching bc no?? we do not need to investigate you KNOW it’s a creature. all of this might’ve been avoided if y’all just minded your damn business 😔
then off the top of my head i rewatched my comfort movie sherlock holmes bc fuck iron man, rdj’s sherlock is his best role to me. i definitely wanna watch more movies next year.
5 shows i watched
ah i mostly just watched anime this year
chainsaw man — stressed. everyone is sketchy and i’m stressed
rewatch of demon slayer with my friend bc demon slayer is the only thing that matters :) finally have hulu so i can fucking watch season 2 i just haven’t gotten around to it yet 😭
way of the househusband — finally got around to watching the anime this year and just as the manga, it’s perfect
jujutsu kaisen — i love it but at what cost. also i’m a simp for nanami oof
death parade / nana — i’ve only watched the first episodes of each but nana stresses me out (lovingly) and i think death parade is fascinating i just need to make more time to watch shit lol
5 songs of 2022 (*separate from spotify wrapped*)
odo — ado -> got introduced to this song recently and just absolutely obsessed with it. it’s the song that may be sparking a change in one of my wips that i mentioned lol
devil — max changmin -> came out in january and this song owns the whole fucking year idc idc idc
go back — se so neon -> UGH THIS BAND their songs slap so hard but go back is genuinely just so good
濁 (daku) — the gazette -> this whole album. but i want this song directly injected into my veins.
better — boa -> CRACK. THERES CRACK IN THIS SONG. but boa >>>>>>
5 albums or artists of 2022
i don’t have 5 but these three specifically:
devil (the 2nd mini album) — max changmin -> this album owns my ass. cannot believe he started the year like this. how fucking dare lol.
the gazette, always my beloveds
lowlife princess: noir — bibi -> she snapped with this one. every song and mv snapped. bibi vengence & animal farm especially
5 books i read
definitely didn’t read 5 books lol didn’t have time or space mentally. however i will say i started to read bram stoker’s dracula this year, got stuck on the part about paprika, thought it was hilarious and never finished chapter 1. it’s super good from the bit i read so far, i’m just easily amused and don’t have patience 😔
5 characters from media
nanami (jjk) — feral about a man a single man
like everyone in demon slayer but tanjiro komado my fucking BELOVED 😭
hanzo (ovw) — 6 years strong obsessing over this man pff
link — i am once again pointing at my botw self insert au side blog lmaoooo
gojo / rengoku share a spot only bc i love them but ow pain :)
sorry i don’t listen to podcasts lol
and finally
5 positive things that happened in 2022 no matter how small:
got conveyor belt sushi for the first time! i wish it was closer by but maybe it’s better i’d be there every day
created a new writeblr so i could start getting more confident talking about my stories. i think it’s marginally worked! i’m working on myself still but i feel like i’ve been more open and indulgent this year
5 years with my partner!
had a pretty good birthday for the first time in years
despite the struggles working from home has done a lot for my mental health and i want to try and secure another wfh job in the future.
this is an open tag! i hope everyone had a decent year to some extent 💛
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lovingnekoma · 2 years
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kuroo headcanons for the soul
minors do not interact. i have promised and delivered @srbxzero for you, my beloved
tw/cw: gn reader. nsfw below the cut — praise, degradation. mentions of semipublic sex, exhibitionism, mirror sex, petnames
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i shall set the scene: it’s a bad day. your joints hurt and work was an exhaustive capitalist hellscape and you are one wrong word away from giving up escaping to a lakeside cabin. so you get home, irritable and too exhausted to be irritable, and kuroo knows. he knows by the curve of your mouth and the slump of your shoulders and sends you off to shower. he brings you your favourite hot beverage and puts on a stupid show, something real estate or animal related or your comfort animation, and cooks for you. your day was shit but you go to bed warm and loved and full.
kuroo has amassed a very very large collection of sweatshirts because not only does he buy enough for himself, he buys extra knowing you’re going to steal them. additionally, if he’s buying you a hoodie, he buys it in his size so he can steal it. he calls you a sweater thief and himself pragmatic. like ok consumer
likes to collect things ! when he was a kid he had a bookmark collection (specifically the math and science ones). he travels a lot more these days and likes to pick out magnets for the fridge.
sends you postcards if it’s a long trip. it does not matter if he’ll be back sooner than the postcard will arrive. kuroo has come home from three weeks in america and three days later you got a postcard addressed to “the love of my life”. fucking dork.
genuinely laughs at science memes and jokes. like it does not matter if it is an awful generic physics pun or some niche chemistry joke. he thinks they’re hilarious in a corny, genuine kind of way. you get him those awful shirts with the puns printed out on them and he wears them unironically all the time.
kenma and kuroo are still and always will be besties. there are many times you come home and kenma is over and they are both curled up on the couch. and almost all those times you have just inserted yourself into the cuddle pile and been welcomed. you and kenma are besties — nothing like trashing kuroo and sitting in ambient, comforting silence as you do your own thing.
(i know this is a kuroo headcanon thing but sometimes you and kenma will be on facetime / videocall for hours just vibing. not to say you don’t do that with kuroo too, but rather that you and kenma have a longstanding weekly videocall date).
kuroo likes to bring you flowers but is also delighted when he receives flowers. or when you make him coffee in the morning (he usually does a coldbrew but he’ll never turn down a cortado from the very expensive coffee machine that kenma gifted him).
wears birkenstocks and crocs and slides bc theyre comfy. new balance shoes bc theyre ergonomic. $5000 dress shoes for work. i have nothing else to say.
big fan of jasmine tea and green tea. not a huge fan of hot chocolate but drinks it on the bad days
kuroo eventually joins the local volleyball club that consist of people around his age who will play rec games with other clubs / scrimmage with each other. you are unsure how long this mans will actually last on there considering he is a househusband, works a full time business job and already goes for runs int he morning but he genuinely enjoys going and is on a mission to drag kenma out too. you show up to his games with oranges and water bottles and he kisses you, messy and sweating and glowing with satisfaction, after every game
you guys have a full sized 12 month calendar (cat themed) where you plan out cute dates and grocery shopping days. kuroo is a big meal planner and while you do your fair share of cooking, it’s easier for you to just stock up so you have anything you need on hand. it’s all very domestic and organized and very kuroo. and there is, admittedly, nothing like watching his bright grin over the calendar, inordinately expensive pen in hand to match with his ratty, too short sweatpants and bed head.
kuroo keeps a photo of you in his wallet, tucked behind a couple of cards he rarely uses. i want to say he blushes but this man can also have mad game when he wants. he tries to convince you to keep a polaroid of him but you refuse to carry his dick pic around
bangs fists on table exhibitionist kuroo who slides his hands up your thighs when you’re seated at a restaurant, keeps them high on your leg the whole night. likes to run his fingertips over sensitive places to make you twitch while talking. does an awful job of not smirking while doing so
kuroo is not huge on pda but definitely can do a little sloppy public makeout, a little semi public groping. semi public sex is always a yes for him, esp if someone’s been hitting on you that night
likes to praise and degrade you in turns (calls you sweet, calls you a slut. tells you how you’re all he can think about, his perfect whore). lots of pet names (you know he calls you kitten. do we even have to ask.) and heavy petting
foreplay lasts hours and half of it can be mostly talking, just him saying things to get you riled and teasing / goading you until you’re shaking
loves fingering you, loves eating you out and being on his knees for you. mirror sex is always a yes but in general he loves being able to watch your face
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sunsoothed · 3 years
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prepared with love
whovie's back! with junjin this time!! we were discussing organised crime head sujin and her househusband seojun, and since I acutely adore the househusband trope, this was born.
word count: 1025
(sorry for any errors!)
enjoy
“Sweetheart!”
No response. Sujin huffs and kicks her shoes off, leaving them haphazardly by the shoe rack at the entrance of their house. Her black sneakers stand out against the cleaner, polished brogues and the house slippers sitting there. The coat rack remains ignored.
“Sweetheart!”
No response again. Sujin shrugs off her overcoat with some visceral anger, throwing it over the first piece of furniture she encounters. Which is the sofa. Which is where, oddly, her husband and their child are napping.
“Sweetheart,” Sujin says, softer, letting a smile unfurl across her lips.
She picks her coat up and pads back to the entrance, hangs it up on the coat rack. Then he straightens her shoes and tucks them into their rightful place in the shoe rack. Seojun won’t like the mess.
In her socks, Sujin returns to the sofa. Across Seojun’s chest, a ginger shorthair cat is languishing happily, curled up against her father.
“You win this round, Jangmi-yah,” Sujin mutters to the cat.
Jangmi does not respond. Sujin tuts, lightly disappointed, and makes her way to the kitchen.
Atop the dark marble of the kitchen island, one plate covering a bowl and a capped glass sit. Sujin picks up the sticky-note on the plate, yellow and written over with familiar handwriting.
I know you said you’d be late, but you didn’t say how late. Hope the food’s still warm when you get home.
Prepared with love,
Jangmi and Seojun.
She places the note back where it was. Sujin leans against the kitchen island, hands braced on its surface, staring at yellow paper and familiar handwriting.
Han Seojun, Han Seojun. Who let you be this perfect?
Once Sujin recovers her wits, she lifts the plate to reveal a simple kimchi stew with bits of beef floating around. It’s still hot. She picks the bowl up, retrieves a spoon from the draw behind her, and walks to the sofa. There’s a low table right in front of it, so Sujin settles comfortably, facing her family, and eats her dinner.
Jangmi, the opportune fucker, immediately perks up when she smells the stew. She hops off Seojun’s chest and begins sniffing her surroundings enthusiastically. Sujin eyes her with annoyance, pulling her dinner prepared with love close, increasing the speed of her chewing.
Jangmi draws closer, padding across the floor to reach Sujin’s side. The cat sniffs up at her, keenly keeping watch on the bowl of stew.
“Cats can’t even eat beef,” Sujin hisses to Jangmi, twisting as Jangmi begins climbing on her lap.
“Cats can eat beef.”
Sujin holds the bowl over her head, then glances at the sofa, where her rumpled husband has just awoken. Seojun’s voice is rough, and his skinny black t-shirt has cat hair all over it. He looks like home, with his hair so messy on his head.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Sujin says.
“Mm, morning,” Seojun mumbles, sitting up smoothly, running one hand through his hair. “How’s your dinner?”
“Wonderful.” Sujin smiles. “It’s a little difficult for me to enjoy, though.”
Seojun blinks at her curiously, owlishly, before registering their daughter in Sujin’s lap, her head tilted as far up as it can go.
“Ai, Jangmi, you greedy cat. Didn’t you get your fair share of beef at dinner, hm?”
Jangmi does not respond. Seojun sighs and slithers to the floor, dragging himself down against the sofa. Seems like he hasn’t woken up completely yet. He scoots to Sujin’s side, wraps one hand around Jangmi, and easily pries her off Sujin’s lap.
“Your mother’s had a long day at work, let her eat.”
“Your daughter isn’t listening to you,” Sujin sighs. She takes a bite, free of intruding cats, savours the taste. Then she smiles and leans to her side, and pecks Seojun’s cheek gratefully.
“Thank you for dinner.”
“Tch, no need to thank me,” Seojun replies, eating up his words as he smiles. “All in a day’s work, hm, Jangmi?”
Jangmi, who’s been held against her will, replies with an unhappy meow.
“How was work?” Seojun asks.
“Bad day, actually.” Sujin tells him. She takes another bite. “I think we have a rat.”
Seojun nods, considering her words.
“Cops showed up at a trade-off. I lost a couple of my men. Good ones.”
“D’you need help scouting the rat?”
Sujin waves her free hand absently. “No need. I have a hunch.”
“Our trusty boss,” Seojun says solemnly. “Can I get you more food?”
Sujin shakes her head. “This is enough.”
“Okay,” Seojun says. He peers over, noting the meat’s finished, and releases Jangmi. “Did you have your water?”
Sujin’s eyes absently track Jangmi as she slinks away and jumps onto the sofa. “My water?”
Ah, the glass.
“Ah, I didn’t have it.”
“Tch, stupid. I’ll go get it.”
Sujin’s completely zoned out, she doesn’t notice when Seojun takes her empty bowl and spoon, doesn’t notice when he returns with the water.
She blinks out of her daze when the glass touches her fingers and immediately accepts it from Seojun.
“You sure you have it all figured out?”
“Hmm? Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Sujin leans comfortably against Seojun, leaving her glass of water on the low table. “Do you want to do a job for me?”
“Gladly.” Seojun kisses her forehead. “What can I do for you?”
“Need someone disposed of. Quietly. Just to check my hypothesis.” She exhales. “Not now, though. We can discuss it tomorrow morning.”
“Whatever you wish.”
Sujin smiles and takes his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. On his left ring finger, their wedding ring sits, pure silver and pure diamonds. Sujin runs her fingers over it delicately.
“Sweetheart.”
“Mm?”
“Will you take me to bed?”
In lieu of answering, Seojun helps her stand up and places a hand on the small of her back. “Walk quietly, so that Jangmi doesn’t follow us.”
Sujin nods conspiringly, tip-toeing to their bedroom with an equally comical Seojun in tow.
Tomorrow morning, their beloved daughter will claw and scratch at their door at an ungodly hour, and Seojun will whine and pout until Sujin gives in and feeds her breakfast. Til morning falls, though, only Seojun, only Sujin exist.
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