#and domestic

[miilkybnn]

me: man I miss ghostroach/soaproach

me, remembering I have the ability to draw: 🤔🤔😲‼️😃👆💡‼️

[titstatstummy]

you know what i need at some point in the future is Buck and Tommy in a domestic setting, maybe at the loft, and Buck making coffee for Tommy and Tommy giving an appreciative moan after the first sip because Buck learned how he takes his coffee

[yurifier3000]

also i keep discovering this hidden gems through the suggested songs like wow… i think i have things to put in my hiruhoshi playlist now (except it doesnt exist because i keep jumping between free trials on spotify and apple music cuz im a broke bitch)

[geeky-nightphilosopher]

Oh, don't mind me- I'm just trying to build a story about how when Parker was the master mind and Eliot was running ragged to help him relax (and sleep/doze,) she'd play with his hair. Eliot's sitting on the floor with his head on her lap and hair fanned over her jeans. All the while Hardison is sitting beside Parker playing computer games, his knee pressed against Eliot's shoulder.

Eliot's humming/purring and Hardison is slowly falling asleep and leaning closer, until eventually Hardison's head is on Parker's shoulder. And Parker is happy and content because she's safe and her boys are happy...

Is this sappy? Ridiculous? Has this been done before?

*sigh*

Maybe I won't write it...

[inconsistentracoon]

God dammit this Lamia fic was just meant to be an indulgent hurt/comfort one-shot, but now it's developed a mind of it's own so I'm sitting here on 3k words of Merlin learning how being in a relationship and actually being cared for by someone works, and Arthur learning that actually he is capable of being caring and Merlin really needs as much help from Arthur as Arthur gets from him and my brain is starting to melt send help

[sweetbitterbitten]

there has been no let up of this day long downpour. from dawn to encroaching dusk, the dripping cascade created a drone that made the likes of court drowsy as a well-fed alley cat snuck into royal kitchen.

the queen's consorts have kept themselves adequately occupied in the most mundane of metrics. alicent hightower's green-clad back laid on feathered mattress stack, a well-worn tome held in one hand, the other idly set to a repetitive stroke over the silvery blond strands of her co-king's sleeping head - at its spot settled on the soft cushion of her stomach. a placement he had taken up when he had, not but two hours ago, entered - proclaimed himself all but impressively b o r e d , and proceeded to flop face first into his current predicament with a crush of childish consternation.

their communication had so increased since the wedding to their shared sovereign that this sort of comfort was becoming quite - surprisingly - commonplace. and it was with a warm chuckle she had accepted his company, reading aloud but low for his half-interested hearing (and occasional input) until either the subject matter (a mixture of history and fable) or the sound of her voice tendered him to a temperate sleep.

she lowers the ink curled pages to her side with a sigh, eyes fluttering closed for a moment of deep set peace. she could not deny how fair it was to have one's own furnace on these autumnal afternoons, pinset with the prickle of oncoming frost. a chill could never quite overtake with such a dragon-blooded, full-bodied compress so administered.

but other means would soon summon them to movement, the least of which was duty to queen and kingdom in the form of counsel attendance. and if she let amiable sleep sink her now, she would not stir until it was well past supper.

a loop of her finger and a length of his hair is tenderly tugged to attention. "i cannot serve as your pillow forever, daemon targaryen. and you cannot be late to one more council meeting or our queen will find some punishment worse than taking part to put the point h o m e ."

@godresembled

[rorypoley]

happy jonah magnus death day FUCK that old man

[zhongrin]

Hear me out right

I headcannon that zhongli isn't used to certain physical touch, not because he doesn't like it, but because his status as an archon for so long made it so that if someone was touching him they were either trusted or they had a death wish etc.

Of the things he isn't used to, his hair being brushed/played with/done up is one of the things that rarely ever occurred to him.

Imagine asking him, "would you let me braid your hair? You can take it out if you don't like it." And him agreeing while thinking, "why is having one's hair touched so appealing to humans, I wonder?"

And then you brush out his hair and he *melts*. Your gentle fingers undoing any small tangles, a warm hand keeping his head steady in case you have to get some difficult knots out, and featherlight touches ghosting over his scalp and hair like he's priceless and deserved the best treatment (which he does, innyour eyes).

Makes me all warm and fuzzy just thinking of it.

oh.... oh no this is so adorable and heartwarming i.... imma go braid his hair now hlsdjflksdjf

give him head scratches and he'll purr. literally purr. put your hair oil on his and he'll be visibly happier bc now he smells like you. ohhhh myyyy goddd...... i love him sm *cries*

[gawki]

Royal Pigeon

[soaptaculart]

Postcanon Farcille indulgence

[autism-freaks]

I think it's a common misconception that domesticating animals is somewhat like enslaving them. It really is more of a symbiotic relationship. No wild animal would have willingly put up with early humans if they didn't get something out of it. Wolves wouldn't have stayed with us and become dogs if they weren't getting food and safety out of it. Many large herbivores that are now domesticated could and would have easily trampled their early human captors or broken their enclosures open if they didn't have a reason to stay. Sometimes individual animals still do if we don't give them what they need.

The animals that have stayed with us for thousands of years have evolved to cooperate with us better. Dogs have additional facial muscles around their eyes that wolves lack in order to mimic human facial expressions. Sheep grow their wool perpetually while their wild counterparts don't because a bigger fleece means they're more likely to be allowed to breed and be kept around. Domestic dairy cows produce much more milk than wild bovine species and domestic hens lay more eggs. Do you know how energy costly producing eggs or milk is for an animal? It's pretty intense! They wouldn't be able to do that if we hadn't given them the food and safety from predators and the elements to.

And we really need to show these animals respect and gratitude for what they give us by taking excellent care of them. They gave up a lot to be with us, often including the means to take care of themselves in the wild. That's a huge reason why I'm not against using animal products, but I hate factory farming. They are still living, breathing creatures with needs and feelings. They deserve a comfortable life and, when the time comes, a humane death.

[jottingprosaist]

told my cabbie for the 3am airport trip that I was feeling a bit nauseous and he immediately took my bag away from me and said "Trip to the airport is 12 dollars. I'll drive slow." and then he did-- no fast corners, very gentle stops at the lights. and I was willing to pay the extra few dollars for it, but when the meter hit $12 he clicked stop and let me ride the rest of the way free. and it might just be the insanity of waking up at 2:30 after 4 hours of sleep but I was really emotional about it. Like ok Mr Sandeep, the world is still good actually.

[violetsandshrikes]

I met a girl when I was fresh out of high school in undergrad who frankly, annoyed me quite a bit, but I also had an inkling to continue to be compassionate to her given a few things about her life/background/family

I ran into her two years ago. Last week, her daughter turned 1. This girl, let’s called her “P”, is a really good example of why I never feel comfortable mocking trad wives

Her perfect trad husband, who was a shining young figure in the local religious community, volunteered in all sorts of groups, well loved in his workplace and everything else, beat her up at 1 month post-partum. I reached out to her after seeing her desperately asking for a stroller on a page, confused and slightly concerned knowing both of them came from wealthy backgrounds.

The reality for lots of tradwives living “perfect lives” is this: P was immediately ostracised. All the wealth of her husband and her family meant absolutely nothing if she wasn’t in favour and doing what she was told. Her child and her well-being didn’t matter. P, at 25 years old, was basically deemed an oopsie, and left on her own to figure out how to pay for herself, a baby, find housing, and every other task you can think of.

Having known many of these women (and supported many of these women), another factor most people don’t consider is this: they are intentionally raised to be helpless. When I immediately offered my support to P, she really needed it. This young woman needed to be guided through how to apply for government assistance, how to weigh up rentals and apply for them, how to apply for jobs, how to sign up for childcare. How to sign up for your own power and internet, and how to connect them.

It wasn’t that she was “stupid”, or incapable, or spoiled. While it looks like they’re being sheltered, in reality, these women are practically being held hostage. Sure, they might be allowed to learn things that are expected of them (see: basic cooking, baking, cleaning, child rearing, women’s bible studies, hosting, and so forth) but they are heavily controlled from family life into marriage life, and they are never given the opportunity or the reality of what many of us would consider basic adult tasks.

She’s doing okay now. Her daughter turned 1, is happy and healthy. They live frugally, but they have a roof over their heads and the essentials. I often babysit for her so she can attend counselling, or go to a woman’s support group. She is painfully aware that she has so much to learn about how to live as an adult.

I don’t envy tradwives, but I don’t find any joy in mocking them either. Even when they live the most picturesque lives, they’re also practically living a real life Jenga game. If (and often, when) it comes tumbling down, they’re screwed too, and they often have 0 skills to help themselves or find community (that again, isn’t carefully curated).

[monakisss]

falin holding cat!izutsumi like jesus holding a lamb

[lazylittledragon]

enrichment for the baby rogue