#grandpa's snoring

[dragonbonez]

You call it hustle culture. I call it earning enough to pay my bills and my part of rent while giving my cat expensive scratch boards and food because that’s all she will eat. Also homegrown cat grass because God forbid thats not right next to her food so she can alternate between both. Gotta be homegrown though, can’t be store bought because that’s for LOSERS (according to her).

[brooklyn-alley-ratcat]

Homesick

I think a part of me will always be homesick.

I miss the comforter I used all my life, the footsteps of my grandpa in the hallway as he left for work, the coffee machine being turned on at 5 am, the dogs that barked at first light.

The neon green I painted my bedroom walls, the trampoline in the backyard, the cracks in the driveway, the bird nest in the rafters of the front porch.

The giant magnolia tree outside my bedroom window, the frogs that croaked on the window ledge, the whirlybirds that spun in the wind, the hiss of the water hose when washing cars.

The neighbor mowing his lawn at 7 am on Saturday, the smell of barbecue on the grill, the family swing by the shed, the daffodils that grew in between the fences, the decals for every holiday we hung on the windows, the cds we played when swimming.

I miss it, goddamn do I miss it.

The memories of my childhood home make me fall to my knees when I let them wash over me.

I grew up there, that house saw me grow up long enough for me to leave.

I don’t think a house will ever feel the same as that one did.

I don’t think know I’ll never stop being homesick for my childhood.

[begaydodrughailsaten]

There is not better experience then taking a nap and cuddling with your pet

[himmimimimi]

I kidnapped Kirin and brought him to the assessment chamber. We had a little fight, he stood next to Anton’s bed and... passed out for some reason?

I started the cutscene with Sokolov and Jindosh was snoring into my right ear all this time 😭😭

I wish I could carry them both 😔

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: January 10

"Deeper Than the Holler" by Randy Travis

[astral-catastrophe]

That moment you realize you never properly got to be a kid and now that you’re a year away from being an adult everything feels wrong

[im-smart-i-swear]

My Beloved dog who i love very much is snoring SO FUCKING LOUDLY

sir. sir why

[rigginsstreet]

My grandma sleeping on the couch continues to be THE most inconvenient thing in the whole world

[nvrcmplt]

How we sleeps knowing Shoto, Florent and Emiliko have a mountain of presents on route to them in the mail.

[cherrycreamsicle]

Dog im babysitting just snored so loud he woke himself up

[random-chance]

It took me way too long to realize that when adults asked kid! me to repeat something was to laugh at it and not because they didn't hear the first time

[indecisive-dizzy]

bringing this back for Husbands Edition

Frank thinks it's both cute and amusing that Eddie has a routine nap. he doesn't usually join, but always makes sure Eddie's comfortable and isn't disturbed.

Frank by now would be well aware of Eddie's poor sleep schedule so he's glad his husband has at least some consistent sleep. Even if it's only a few hours every Sunday.

Sometimes Eddie is able to convince Frank to nap with him. It can be really hard to say no to that sleepy face. Whether or not Frank actually sleeps depends on his mood/energy. Usually Frank would read or quietly watch film or documentary while the two cuddle and Eddie sleeps.

Julie once came over and found them both asleep on the couch. She took a picture, obviously. Frank wants to burn the photo, Eddie wants to frame and scrapbook it.

alright here's a silly headcanon for yall

Eddie routinely takes an after lunch nap every Sunday when the Post Office is closed.

It's such a habit now that he always gets quite sleepy after lunch anytime of the week. But he only naps on Sundays. It's unprofessional to sleep on the job ya know. /lh /silly

[sylvanitchi]

i love listening to my bf snore its like a lullaby 2 me tbh

[unfortunately-obsessed]

Bruce with baby!Jason and toddler!Dick

Dick figuring out words but moves like he has no bones, cartwheeling, and Bruce has to keep running before him because Dick forgets the room eventually ends and then gets his forehead straight into a wall

Baby Jason Soo sweet and affectionate. Doesn't know how to give Bruce kisses so he'll kiss Bruce by bitting (but don't worry he doesn't have teeth yet)

Baby Jason being carried by toddler Dick is SOOO cute. Alfred taking pics, he's a proud grandpa

Dick likes when Bruce holds him upside down and giggles so loud it echoes. Jason who sometimes get so tired but still want to stay awake to play with Dick and Bruce

Jason will eat anything if he sees his big brother eating too. Jason who loves to watch cartoon with stories. He'll nod along to what Bruce says to him

Bruce getting back from a mission, says "ouch". Jason sees it, says "ooouch?"

Bruce will be talking to Dick and Jason will start to cry because he wants to be included in the conversation! He'll even babble along

One of those grey but comforting evenings where there's lots of rain and wind, Bruce flat out dead (sleeping) in the couch, Jason napping in his chest, Dick between the couch and Bruce and using his arm (that is not holding Jason up) as a pillow, snoring

Jason that pouts when he's focused (playing with his teether). Isn't easily tickled but does laugh when Bruce kisses his feet

His first word is "dick"

[the-jig-is-up]

buying books is so much fun but then you have to lug them all downstairs bc you're moving rooms and suddenly you're wishing you were illiterate

[heich0e]

the itadori house always smells faintly of clean laundry.

it's not because the two boys who live there are particularly diligent about staying on top of their housework—the towering pile of recyclables in the corner of the kitchen is proof enough of that—but it's because the first time yuuji had tried to do his own laundry, he used way too much detergent. the ensuing tsunami of soap suds had flooded nearly half-way across the tiny apartment—coating the floors, the baseboards, and anything else in its path, in a slippery (though pleasantly fragranced) froth that took DAYS for the two brothers to clean up. it must have sunk in to the floorboards, or there must still be traces of it lingering in nooks and crannies that they couldn't reach, because even now, years after the catastrophe, the scent still lingers.

even though the mere mention of the incident still makes a vein of irritation throb in sukuna's forehead, and makes yuuji hang his head in shame, you don't mind the smell. it's familiar after all these years. it reminds you of this place.

you burrow your face down into the cushion of the living room sofa. it's raining today, and a bit humid, so the scent of detergent is particularly strong.

you're nearly asleep when a voice interrupts your quiet moment of relaxation.

"i should start charging you rent, y'know."

you don't open your eyes, even once you hear the words that come from above you. even without looking, you can picture the scene: sukuna leaning over the back of the sofa that you're sprawled across, his weight resting on his elbows as he peers down at you with his usual scowl. it's not the same scowl he shows to everyone else—the one that makes people shrink back under his gaze—this is a softer version of the same expression, dulled by familiarity. if you were more optimistic you might even say it was blunted by affection.

"stop pretending to sleep, kid." you feel his hand grasp your hip, shaking you lightly. "i know you're faking."

you feel a smile threatening to pull at your lips so you turn your face towards the pillow—the one you bought for the sofa, since the itadori brothers' idea of home decor is limited to creased posters for old mafia movies nobody's ever heard of and women with their tits out taped to the wall—and you burrow down to hide your expression from view.

"you're such a nuisance," sukuna groans, and then you feel the sofa dip. you figure he's pulled himself over the back of it now, based on how you feel him kneeling overtop of you with your legs straddled between his own. you're on your belly, but you can feel him rest back on his haunches, trapping your feet underneath him as he sits. "can't you nap at your own house?"

"too tired," you finally rasp out, daring to peek at him over your shoulder.

"and i'm not?" he scoffs, lifting his hand and pushing his hair back from his face. he's still half-dressed in his work uniform—a pair of slacks from the security company he's been working at part-time for the past few weeks, and a white t-shirt that he usually wears underneath the short sleeved button down that matches the trousers. "i just worked a double—been up since 4."

he does look tired, now that you have the chance to look at him. his hair is a bit dishevelled and he's got dark circles under his eyes. sukuna always looks a bit exhausted—and has since grandpa passed away and he took on the responsibility of raising yuuji. but it's particularly noticeable right now.

"and i can't even come home and take a nap on my own couch because there's a freeloader here."

you bite the inside of your cheek, wiggling around a bit underneath him so you can lay on your back.

"charge me rent then," you parry back to his complaint, and he cocks an eyebrow at your challenge. "i want a bed though. s'only fair."

"we'll get bunkbeds for yuuji's room, then," sukuna quips.

"don't wanna bunk with yuuji," you counter again, "he snores."

sukuna pauses, staring down at you. he leans forward slowly, his hands pressing into the couch cushion on either side of your waist as he dips towards you. "only one other bedroom in this place, y'know—"

you do know. it's why you said it.

"—and i have no plans to give up my bed."

sukuna is close to you now. too close, in any other circumstance, but this is one entirely of your own creation. a circumstance that feels more like an inevitability than anything, given the tension that's been crackling between the two of you lately, ever since he rescued you that night at the bar.

"didn't ask you to give it up," you say quietly, your eyes flickering across his features until they eventually settle on his lips.

sukuna makes a little noise in the back of his throat, close to annoyance, but not quite. distinctly tortured in nature.

"you really, really are a nuisance, y'know that?"

his hands are on your hips now. not like when he'd shaken you awake—this touch is greedier, needier than that passing graze. his fingertips slip up underneath the hem of your shirt until they brush against your bare skin, and the contact makes your body flush with heat.

"yuuji's gonna be back from class soon," you murmur softly, your gaze flickering back up to sukuna's heavy-lidded eyes. his nose twitches a little in annoyance, knowing you're right.

sukuna backs away a little, his hands slipping back out from underneath your shirt.

you sit up and catch his wrist in your hand, and his eyes widen in surprise. your faces are close together now—so close you can smell the cinnamon gum on his breath. he stole a pack from you a few days ago, and clearly he's still chewing it.

you can't smell the laundry detergent anymore.

"i didn't tell you to stop," you remark lightly, leaning back so you're splayed out against the sofa once more. you stare up at him, waiting for him to process what you've said—watching the thoughts play out across his uncharacteristically shocked face. "i just meant that you should hurry up and do it already."