#hamper!!!

[patchhampter]

Onion Hamper

[bwooom]

READ MY WEBCOMIC

STOP MAKING ME LOOK AT SCREENCAPS FROM THAT VELMA SHOW !!! I WANT TO PRETEND IT DOES NOT EXIST AND YOU ARE MAKING IT SO DIFFICULT

[forsworned]

You know what would be absolutely hilarious? If Y/n was very androgynous-looking. Like maybe she has short cropped hair, doesn't speak much, wears no make up, mostly male clothing and binds her chest so that she doesn't have to worry about her boobs getting in the way? And she's still getting pretty acclimated to the team, but when they all wake up early on laundry day and everyone is gathering their clothes to put into the washer Johnny's dumb ass zones in on the pink frilly bra that somehow ends up in Simon's hamper.

"Oh, Simon, didn’t know ye liked keepin’ wee mementos!" He taunts holding the undergarment and obnoxiously raising his brows at him in a suggestive manner.

And so Kyle and Price join in on the teasing. Price whistles at Simon's disgruntled look.

"Never pegged you for a magpie, mate. A bra, really?" Kyle ribs.

"I’ll tell you what, Simon, if I were you, I’d keep that under wraps. Can’t be good for your street cred, mate." Price adds on, causing everyone to laugh. Everyone BUT Y/n who silently snatches the bra out of Johnny's hand and adds it to her hamper.

"Aw, come on! We’re just havin’ a bleedin’ laugh." Johnny pouts, as his eyes following her form to the laundry room just a few feet away.

But everyone's jaw (except for Simon's) literally drops as they watch her put all her girly, frilly panties into the washer. And it's just quiet for like a whole five minutes ESPECIALLY because Simon knows he's getting the last laugh. Unfortunately it's a bit at Y/n's expense, but she's also relishing in the fact that they all look like total idiots.

[c-rowlesdraws]

I adopted a cat on Friday and I’m completely emotionally bound to this creature already. I’ve been home all weekend to help her settle in, and my phone is heading towards becoming 25% cat pictures by volume. I’ve moved furniture so that she can more easily access and sit on every windowsill in the apartment. Just now I turned to her on the couch and asked her what kind of movie she was in the mood for, even though she is a cat and does not know what media is. Her name is Perilla Pickle (Pickle being the name given to her by her foster parents when they found her) and she is the most perfect animal in the world.

[rriverrunning]

i really have to hand it to davos because when it comes to things that AREN'T 1) stannis 2) fingers 3) his sons he really is winning the idgaf war

[snazzyjazzyazzy]

My AUDHD ass: “Surely if I put my clean clothes on my bed I’ll remember to put them away before I sleep, right?”

Also my AUDHD ass: Moves the clothes to my computer chair and sleeps, moves the clothes back to bed when I’m awake

[shiftythrifting]

Just some run of the mill fb marketplace finds..

[thatsbelievable]

[patchhampter]

WHY CAN MY HAMSTER EYEBROW RAISE HEL:P???

[clingyduoapologist]

I fucking hate online classes so much like if you put me in a fucking classroom I will thrive I will eat up every lecture make me learn shit in front of a computer and I will start malding go feral I will rip my hair out

[juicyyyboxxx]

Hamper

[crappy-writings]

Home is in your arms

Kate BishopxReader // Fluff

*Images are not mine, credit to its sources and creators

Summary: Kate comes home late, but you’re still waiting for her.

Trigger Warning: None

Word Count: 918

A/N: No thoughts, just soft Kate.

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Kate did her best to not make any noise when walking into her, now shared, apartment. It was pretty late, a little past 2:30am. She sets her gear aside, handing her bow in its designated spot right beside the door and drops off her quiver on the ground, right beside her large collection of arrows. She rolls her shoulders in their sockets, trying to relieve the dull ache in her muscles, the strain from the night getting to her. 

The sound of rapid clanking of metal on metal, followed by the soft, clicking pattern of dog paws hitting against the floor made her turn around. 

“Hey, bubbas,” she whispers, crouching to the ground as the golden, one-eyed dog wags his tail happily at her. Kate scratches along his neck and chest, causing Lucky’s medallion to clash against the other metallic components of his collar. He lets out a content huff before walking away from Kate, settling down on his doggy bed. 

“Traitor,” Kate whispers playfully as the dog walks away from her. 

She takes soft steps as she makes her way to the bathroom, wanting nothing more than a shower and her bed. She stripped off her suit, dropping it onto the dirty pile of clothes on the bathroom floor. After a quick, 10-minute shower, she changes into a set of comfortable pajamas; a set of purple, bow and arrow pajama bottoms that dragged slightly against the floor and a garish yellow, graphic t-shirt depicting Bigfoot carrying a boombox. It was a gag shirt you had gotten her for Christmas. You got Clint a matching one, too.

Her feet dragged as she made her way to the bedroom. The warm water from her shower had only managed to further coax the exhaustion out of her body. 

The bedroom door was slightly ajar when Kate reached it. She pushes the door, the hinges groaning against the gentle force put upon them, causing her to cringe at the loud noise. She slips into the room, taking notice of the figure that shifted in the bed. 

You were asleep on your side, facing the empty side of the bed. Your hands were reaching out to her side of the bed, your hand clutching at the sheets beneath you as if subconsciously reaching for Kate. The blanket you shared was completely wrapped around you and Kate knew that she would not be able to pry it from you. 

She did not mind that though, all she wanted was to share your bed with the person she cared about most. She wastes no more time as she climbs into the bed beside you, gently prying one of your hands from the gentle grip you had on the sheets. She scoots close to you, holding your hand close to your chest. She begins taking in every small detail of your relaxed features, aided by the faint light that poured in from the window.

Kate can’t help but smile at your sleeping figure. Stray wisps of hair cover your eyes, and she reaches out to brush them away. 

You nuzzled your head into the pillow, the physical contact waking you from your semi-conscious state, drawing a deep breath in as your eyes flutter open. You had been dozing in and out ever since Lucky left the bed. “Hey, baby,” you whisper, your voice husky with sleep.

“Shh, go back to sleep,” Kate coos, tucking the stray hairs behind your ear.

“Lucky woke me up, I was just waiting for you,” you inform her, trying and failing to stifle a yawn. Kate hums in response, the tiredness from her nighttime excursion catching up to her once more. 

You shift around in the bed again, ridding yourself of the cocoon you had been in. You stretch the blanket out, draping it over her shoulders, causing her to lean a bit closer towards you. The blanket was warmer than usual and the feeling brought comfort to Kate, her body immediately relaxing against the lumpy mattress beneath her. She breathes in the intoxicating scent of your body wash that lingered on the blanket and on your skin. She smiles, a peaceful complexion resting on her features. She was home.

Your hands snake around her waist and pull her closer to you. Kate puts up no resistance, instinctually nuzzling against the crook of your neck. She draped her arm lazily around your side, pulling you both impossibly close. 

You begin to run your hand through her raven locks, the gentle rhythmic motion finally pushing Kate over the edge of sleep. You on the other hand remained awake, taking in every small detail of her. 

The way her chest rose and fell against yours. The strawberry scent from her body wash and the faint smell of minty toothpaste. Her arm wrapped around your side. The way the shadows cast themselves over her figure. The small cuts and abrasions that littered her face. 

You cannot help but frown slightly at the marks, worry over the things she faces every time she dons her hero persona freezing your insides. All you wish for is to be able to protect her and your heart breaks a little knowing there is little you can do on that front. 

Regardless, you press a soft kiss on the crown of her head, a silent promise to do anything and everything you can for her. Your focus returns to her, and you follow the rhythmic sound of her breathing, allowing it to lull you back to sleep.

[criticalrolo]

I’m so normal about dnd. It’s so normal to have a full dissection of my character’s psychology and motivations ready to go at any moment

[roseofhybrids]

Ok so, current working timeline is that's about ~1500 years post canon events, (subject to change should the need arise) at minimum, 3-5 generations have come and gone, so it's really a matter of how long we think the average worker drone could live (probably depends on how long it would take for their hard drives, battery, or motherboards to fail)

no way Uzi, N, and V wouldn't do anything in that time. They did save the planet, so maybe they just chilled for a couple decades. But 1500 years? Uzi Doorman isn't going to sit still for that long

Maybe they did some exploring, went to other planets the solver destroyed to assess the damage, kept an eye out for stray worker drones and abandoned spaceships, maybe tried to fix up Copper 9 a little

all this to say, they 100% went to the dog planet at some point and brought a bunch back, and now there are a lot of dogs running around in the snow. I don't know how much the environment could heal in that amount of time, so they could very well be the only animals there at the moment

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

how do you feel about march eridan?

Ok disclaimer before I get into it, trolls wearing dresses = great and fantastic; in fact, given that the gender differences in troll culture are so much less significant, ALL the male trolls should own some femme-ass clothes, even if it's as simple as just having a skirt version of their pants, and it's a little lame that we didn't get that.

That said, March Eridan specifically kind of annoys me because it has 0 basis in canon (aside from some shoutouts in things like ministrife sprites) but has taken over Eridan discussions so wholly that it's become widely accepted as part of his character that he's really into femme stuff when the opposite is true, and he's got some pretty major characterization tied up in the fact that he does lean so masc, and what specific type of masc he tends to present as.

So first of all, Eridan dresses up to emulate Dualscar, and this is very obvious and straightforward; if you've read the big essay I have pinned to my blog, you know that this is all a part of his basic "I have to be a big bad sea dweller or Something Bad Will Happen" suite of issues.

Thus, we can ALSO assume that the choices he made that aren't made to emulate Dualscar are reflective of his ACTUAL taste in clothing. For example, blue pants instead of purple and black - I believe that this is because Eridan likes to dress up in the blood colors of his dates; he wears a lot of blue because he's hatedating Vriska (and never quite seems to get 100% over her), and we also see this in the rings on his fingers - half of which are fuchsia, for Feferi.

So that leaves us with the glasses, shoes, and scarf. And we know why he dresses like that! It's because he's a hipster. (The scarf has an added benefit of being associated with harry potter-style wizards).

CCG: PAST YOU, PRESENT YOU, FUTURE YOU CCG: AND ABOVE ALL, UGLY SCARFNECKED DOUCHEBAG HIPSTER YOU CCG: WAIT I FORGOT, ALL OF THE YOUS ARE THAT YOU

And very specifically, a masc hipster from the era - the glasses and the ugly-ass shoes are dead giveaways. The slicked-back hair is reminiscent of that fashion style, too. He is also a douchebag. This too is important. He draws from character archetypes of the time that were generally agreed upon to be the most punchable people in existence; his introduction calls him "KIND OF A TOOL" and he consistently acts according to that. Like, I mean, just LOOK at those shades. Those are not the shades of somebody you want to be trapped in a conversation with.

A fairly accurate Eridan fashion board would look something like this:

And, like, it kind of matters that he dresses like this specific breed of pretentious male douchebag; on a meta level, that's the impression he's supposed to give the audience, and on a diegetic level, he CHOOSES to look like this because he has these kinds of interests, but is relegating them to secondary accessories.

We never hear him talk about liking hipster shit; we have to hear it from Karkat and glean it from his design. This is because, as I've talked about before, he actively distances himself from things that make him happy, things that he'd enjoy. The constant push-pull between his ACTUAL interests, and the ones he thinks he has to have because he's supposed to be a big nasty sea dweller, is a huge part of his characterization - for example, the way he keeps claiming that magic and wizards are fake and shitty, but has no less than 6 wizard statues in his respiteblock alone, and cared about his crappy wands enough to bring them onto the meteor.

So that's one of my other issues with March Eridan and the general fanon that he'd be really into femme clothes (and, by extension, fashion) - he wouldn't be forthcoming about it, even if it was true. He has a deep sense of shame and insecurity surrounding what few interests he actually has, because they feel stupid, ridiculous, and frivolous, next to the intense anxiety he has about playing the role society gave him. He's got a very strong sense of duty that makes it very difficult for him to relax and actually enjoy something. Which, you know, probably feeds into his hipster-ness - a movement often defined more by what it doesn't approve of than what it does.

Canon Eridan, when he has a choice of what to wear, overwhelmingly chooses masculine clothing with hipster connotations. And this matters, it's part of his characterization, it says something about him, the same way that it's important that Karkat dresses very simply and baggily (we all know how many insecurities Karkat has about his body) or that Sollux's bifurcation is shown in his clothes. So please please please don't misunderstand my dislike of March Eridan as me saying I don't want him in dresses; I purely dislike it because it's usually SUCH a misread of his character.

And to prove it, here's my other gripe with March Eridan stuff: all the dresses shown in the not-canon "official" artworks don't even flatter his bodytype. Why do his custom mannequins in Pesterquest have CURVES when his Pesterquest sprite doesn't?????

Please, I'm begging you, there are guides for dressing this body type, and even historical fashions that deliberately try to emulate this body type, please if you're going to dress him femme and HC that he enjoys fashion, please put him in clothes that flatter him please

I think Eridan should own some femme clothes, because on Alternia, there are very few differences between the genders, he's rich enough to afford it, and he clearly has more of an interest in fashion in general - but I think the fact that he has a clear canon preference for masculine styles is significant, and I'm really annoying, so it kind of does bothers me that this is a controversial opinion. That being said, I don't want to tell people what they Should and Should Not do, because that's lame. Who cares. He's a fictional character, let people draw him in dresses. Would be very happy if this post causes people to draw him in different styles of dresses though :pray:

[merciawintersageposting]

new lucanis head canon just dropped🤡🗡️🩸