#froodies

[hopeisour4letteredword]

(he does do that) (then he yells about it)

[theravencycletweets]

Gansey and Blue's kid ^^^

[muppetsnoopy]

astonishing how casually many people seem to take marriage like yea sure it's a commitment of love or whatever but it's also a LEGALLY BINDING CONTRACT this is your PARTNER in LIFE what do you MEAN you gave an ultimatum to marry you or break up to this fuckass man you met in vegas 2 months ago, o random woman from unsolved mysteries ???

[catboy-pentheus]

chocolate tastes better when ur on ur period tbh

[chaoticconstellation]

i thought these were the same post at first

[sariahsue]

“Father is… evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.”

Adrien

[naomiknight-17]

Woke up to the news of one of my favorite Tumblr cats passing away. Been weepy all day, and now I'm feeling nauseated. Doesn't help that I had my Ozempic injection this morning

I get so attached to cats even when I never meet them irl. I'm sadder than I would have expected.

All I can do is snuggle Tiny Tim and try not to think about the eventuality of losing him

[froody-matriarch-of-bleu-cheese]

Happy to listen Happy to stay Happily watching him drift away

[alpinezro]

froody always making posts and whatnot on tumblr dot com. froody

[jellyluchi]

👀🏷️ Hello, for the askgame thingy with Foca and her world. :3 *if nobody has dropped these as of yet*

👀OOO I think this is one of my favorite things about their relationship! I think they have a clear personal character arcs where Prosciutto starts to learn to be vulnerable, empathetic, and see different POVs while Focaccia grows increasingly more confident, strong, ruthless, and maybe even evil? It greatly affects the choices thy would make, shifting the world into more... balance? Or so I predict! I haven't written the lore properly with every detail yet so this is just speculation but I imagine because of their opposite natures influencing one another there's a balance to their characters as the more evil character shows more "good" signs and the good character shows more "evil signs" and so their decisions probably form some sort of equilibrium within the world and has bittersweet consequences some good and some bad as you would expect I already write some meta for them myself so I would HOPE that the fandom meta would be somewhat like that where it talks about the symbolism of their stands, metaphors of their motifs like Focaccia's heart and their personalities etc its personal my favorite part of fandom so having meta for Foca would be SOOO FUN !! it would probably reveal truths about her character I never noticed before!

🏷️There's a bunch but and I never seem to stick to one 😭😭it started out as ProSid then ProCaccia and ham sandwich to ProFoca so anyone could take their pick of their favorite nickname for them ! xD

[bycie-narcyzem-to]

Chciałbym powiedzieć ludziom w internecie, że ich toksyczni rodzice najprawdopodobniej nie mieli prawdziwego zaburzenia osobowości, które można zdiagnozować, a diagnozowanie ich samodzielnie z zaburzeniem typu B i demonizowanie chorych psychicznie nikomu nie pomaga. co się stało z "mój tata był chujem. pierdolonym dupkiem, który bardzo mocno mnie zranił"? dlaczego teraz mówi się "mój ojciec był narcyzem. jestem ofiarą narcystycznej przemocy, a nie zwykłej przemocy emocjonalnej i fizycznej. na pewno miał npd i dlatego był taki bezduszny. a wiem o tym, bo poczytałem w internecie."

źródło @froody

[chenechen]

[accidentally-hannibal]

Verified Accidental Hannibal Post

he’s got that previously neglected shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to quietly sit next to you on the couch while you watch TV

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

Fagin moment !!!!

[thefirstlivingart]

all this love i have refuses to die inside of me

@weatheredwritings on tumblr / vonko magno on flickr / troye sivan, one of your girls / virginia woolf, a letter to vanessa bell, august 1908 / @hannahlockillustration on tumblr / sara luisa kirk, begin here / fyodor dostoevsky, a letter to anna gregorevna dostoevsky, may 1880 / archbudzar on instagram / jeanette winterson, lighthousekeeping (transcript under the cut) / caitlyn siehl / @wormbus-art on tumblr / jonathan safran foer, extremely loud and incredibly close / lidia yuknavitch, the chronology of water: a memoir / sleepy.corvid on instagram / @froody on tumblr / @borderlinejackiee on tumblr / always together 2, frrrankkky_art on instagram / andsome4747 on tiktok / arthur miller, the crucible / cheryl strayed, tiny beautiful things: advice on love and life from dear sugar

[madwomansapologist]

you make loving fun | nanami kento x mom!reader

after years of pain and grief, nanami found himself going home for a placed filled with love and care. he wasn't there at the start, but he will be there until the very end. it's a promise.

cw: papamin au. step!dad!nanami. kid!yuji. fluff fluff fluff. domesticity. found family. the happy ending they both deserve.

an: inspired by this post from @froody and my own experience as someone who had a dad who not only stteped up, but levelled up.

Five minutes before the end of his shift, Nanami put on his coat and muted his notifications.

Staring at the analog clock, Nanami noticed he never did that before. He was never one to rush away from the office. One to get ready, to make sure no one could bother him, and wait for his free time to finally begin.

For how long was he the last to go home? Don't forget to turn off the lights, Nanami would hear that every night from whoever left before him. And make sure to lock the doors. Did he ever said that to someone? No. Probably no.

Once if felt useful. To work overtime was to get stronger to defeat curses. And in a world you won't gain anything for free, extra hours can feel less like a option and more like a duty. Sometimes you can be guilty for not working. It can feel wrong to just live.

But back then Nanami would come back to a empty house, sleep in a cold bed and not say a single word until the next morning. Back then there was no one waiting for him by the door, smiling simply because he came back. Back then he wasn't waiting for anything expect silence.

"Good night, 'amin", and after only twenty minutes he was parking in front of your house, watching how Yuji had to stand on his toes to reach the handle of the main door.

You told him last week Yuji would turn down the volume of his shows and videogames whenever a car passed near your home. He said Nanami drives so carefully he can always tell when to open the door.

"Good night, Yuji." Nanami locked the car, now feeling how cold it was out there. It rained this morning, the road is still wet. He opened his coat to protect Yuji from the wind, and then noticed he was still wearing his uniform. "You haven't showered yet?"

Yuji gave him a bright smile. "Mom's doing a surprise for you."

In moments like that, Nanami can see your shadow lingering over Yuji. He really is a copy of his mom. That charming smile, a tendency to avoid the subject of discussion, and that trick of revealing something exciting so their wrongdoing can be ignored.

"And what's your mom doing, kid?" And just like with you, Nanami always fall for that obvious trap.

"It depends", he said. "Will you watch Caillou with me?"

Nanami blinked. That kid. "Of course", Nanami accepted the deal, stroking his pink hair as they entered the house.

"I dunno", Yuji walked straight towards the living room, leaving Nanami speachless.

He placed his glasses on the table, now working on the knot of his tie. The aroma evolving the entire house was a telltale of your baking, and the sounds coming from his belly reminded Nanami of how long it has been since his last meal.

Deep into your own inner thoughts, you didn't noticed his presence. Nanami made sure to keep quiet, admiring you as you made sure you followed the recipe correctly.

So beautiful. Unaware of his gaze, he knew there was no flourish in the way you moved or how you murmured a song playing inside your head. You weren't trying to charm him, you were just being you, and that was more than enough for Nanami to fall in love with you once more.

It still surprises Nanami. How easy it's to love you. To be in love with you. None of you are performing. There is no lies between you two. Not when Nanami holds your hair so you can vomit. Or when you hear all the complains he kept to himself for years. Nothing but truth when you worried about Yuji's grades, when Nanami cried loudly watching a k-drama with you on the couch, when you sneezed on his mouth.

You make life real. You make loving fun.

It doesn't feel like work.

But that doesn't mean things suddenly get perfectly fine when you both are together. Nanami noticed you're still wearing formal clothes. Your eyes seemed so small, glaring at the phone as if it was miles away instead of in the counter in front of you. You haven't taken your earring off yet.

This house is safe. You made sure to build it with love, brick by brick. To give your son everything a child deserves: to be happy, protected, cared for. And there is no way of doing that alone without working until exhaustion.

But you're not alone anymore.

You haven't noticed his presence, and still Nanami didn't felt you shivering when he hugged you from behind. You recognized him. Was it his perfume? The warmth of his hands? Or perhaps how they always find a way to hold you by the hips, feeling the soft skin with his fingers?

"Yuji's gonna be a attorney", he whispered against your ear. You melt against his chest, eyes now wide open and looking deep into his. Nanami wondered if you felt his heart racing.

You smiled. "Are you saying my son is an asshole?"

"Never, my dear", Nanami hid his face at the curve of your neck. Breathing deep, he felt you shivering. You were using the perfume he gave you. "You're tired."

You sighed. Nanami is a man of few words. Sadly he's also a man of surgically right few words. "And so are you."

He kissed your skin. "I can keep an eye on him", Nanami murmured. "And another on the oven. You don't need to worry."

"Are you sure?" Tempted to accept, you also didn't want Nanami to feel like you were part of his daily duties. You rather give than take from him.

Nanami squeezed your hips, slowly allowing you to go away from him. He needed you to go, but he also needed you to stay. "This house won't burn down just because you stopped working."

"Oh, but it will. I assure you", you laughed it off.

Nanami knew it wasn't just a joke. He could almost taste that bitterness that follows truth. "It won't. I won't allow it."

When he heard you closing the bathroom door—never locking because a part of you was always ready to run if Yuji needs help—, Nanami sat down on the couch. Yuji held the control, so big on his tiny hands, and put on the show he always watches when Nanami is there with him.

This time Caillou was eating some sort of chocolate dessert. Yuji moved his mouth, quietly saying the lines from every character. "Isn't it your favorite series ever?", Yuji asked, laughing as Caillou tried to eat the dessert. "Everything he eats looks so good!"

"I never watched something so great", Nanami gazed at him. It was the forth time Nanami watched this episode. "I like that one when he plants carrots. You should try eating those."

Yuji made a face. "I prefer chocolate pudding."

Nanami looked at the television. He would be free the next day. Yuji behaved well in school recently. You mentioned even thinking about buying him a new video game. "We can make it tomorrow."

Yuji turned around so quickly he almost fell from the couch. "Really?"

"Really."

Drying your face with a towel, you checked the oven. The bread you made was still growing. Good. The television had a cartoon going on, you turned it off and went after your boys.

At Yuji's bedroom, you found him deep asleep. Nanami took off his shoes and socks, covering him with a thick blanket. He was still wearing his uniform, but he looked so at peace you couldn't force yourself to care deeply about it.

You kissed his forehead, whispered sweet nothings, and went back to the living room. A few moments later, Nanami turned the lights off and closed the bedroom door.

Sitting besides you, Nanami knew.

Life was good again.

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