#leaf soap dish

[smolartdork]

My soap dish came out so nice! I’m so happy

[joedirtymadre]

new to your blog and it's absolutely ADORABLE! :D may I please req a toge inumaki x reader fluff where toge/reader return after a looong day to their s/o and bask in their warmth? maybe turns into eventual smut? all upto you and absolutely fine if you don't want to, thank youu and ly!! :)

Thank you 🥹 AND YES I CAN (and I hope this one care out great!). Also I normally do (character x F reader) unless someone asks for something different. So keep that in mind when reading my stories 🥸

Bath Time?

Anyways- TOGE X READER *SMUT (STILL TAKING REQUESTS PLS SEND EM 🧎‍♀️)

“Hmm… he said he finished his assignment about an hour ago, so he should be here by now…” I trailed off as I set the table. I quickly finished setting the table and placing down the food, in hopes that he would arrive before it gets cold. “If he’s taking this long to get home, then it must’ve been a tough mission,” I sighed as I covered the meal to prevent it from getting too cold. “I should have a bath ready for him,” I said and headed to the bathroom to start a warm bath for him. As soon as I finished filling the bath with hot water I heard the front door open.

I walked out, and saw Toge removing his shoes and putting on his sandals. I walked up and he noticed my presence and faced me. “Hi honey,” I smiled. “Salmon,” he said and reached out for me. I slowly pulled him into a hug and I felt him relax as I rubbed his back. Rough day today?” I asked. “Bonito flakes…” he sighed. “I thought so… so I made you something tasty,” I said as I guided him to the dinner table. “Kelp? Salmon?” He questioned. “I thought some rice balls and katsudon with curry might make today a little better,” I said and uncovered the food. “Tuna mayo!” He said excitedly and quickly sat down. “Salmon, kelp, caviar,” he said softly and he placed his hands together and bowed his head lightly. Then he quickly began eating as if he hadn't eaten anything all day. “I guess they didn’t give you a break today huh?” I asked before taking a seat myself. “Mustard leaf,” he mumbled before taking another big bite. “I’m glad you like it, and I have a bath ready for you too. So finish up and get ready ok?” I asked. He nodded and we both finished up eating.

I began picking up the dishes, “Alright now go wash up before the bath,” I smiled. Toge grabbed my arm, almost making me lose balance of the dishes. “Toge?” I asked, confused. “Salmon,” Toge said as he removed the plates from my hands and set them in the sink. He then dragged me to the restroom. “T-Toge?” I stuttered as he shut the door. “Bonito flakes,” he said as he pointed to the both of us and then the bathtub. “Oh! Y-You want to take a bath together?” I blushed. “Tuna mayo,” he smiled, and began removing his clothing. I blushed at the sight of him, I don’t know why I still get so embarrassed. It’s not like I haven’t seen him naked before, but still… I slowly began removing my clothing as well. I covered my chest, feeling my face heat up. Hopefully, he thinks it’s from the steam, or else he’ll tease me about it. “Salmon,” he said as he turned on the shower head and moved me in front of him. The water rained down on us lightly, I then watched as he grabbed some body wash and lathered up his hands in soap. I squeaked when I suddenly felt his hands on my hips. I heard him chuckle and I bit my lip. I tried my best to keep calm, but his hands roamed around my body. I then felt one hand cup my left breast and the other right on my abdomen. “T-Toge…” I whispered as he began playing with my nipple. “Hmm?” I heard. “I-I think I’m clean enough. I think it’s y-your turn,” I said before grabbing some soap and lathering my hands. I turned around to face him and began to lather some soap on his chest. I slowly moved them lower and lower, before stopping. I was suddenly pushed into the wall behind me and felt a pair of strong yet soft lips overcome mine. I wrapped my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. He then pulled away and went straight for my neck, sucking and nibbling all over. “Ah~! Toge!” I let out. After this I felt Toge attack my neck rougher, and felt his hands roam down to my legs pulling them up to where he’s now carrying me. After a few more minutes of making out I felt Toge begin to walk me out of the bathroom. “Toge?” I asked, confused. Before being suddenly thrown onto a soft flat surface.

I blushed as I realized that he took me to the bedroom. I watched as he stared down at me, panting, and letting his eyes roam around each inch of my body. “Doggy position,” he said, and my body quickly acted on its own and flipped over onto all fours. I blushed heavily from the lewd position I was in, all fours with my pussy spread out for him. I squeaked as I felt a thumb graze over my pussy lips. “Mm~” Toge let out and slowly entered 2 fingers. I gasped, and quickly bit my lip. Trying to hold on whatever sounds I’d make. Toge must’ve taken this as a challenge because he quickly increased the speed. I laid there on all fours gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white trying to not let out any loud moans. “Salmon…” he said frustrated. “T-Toge… sl-slow down!” I gasped and tried to look back. He then slowly removed his fingers, giving me a moment to catch my breath. But a moment too little as I gasped from the large, hard cock that slipped inside. He quickly grabbed both my arms pulling them behind me. His cock filled up my insides perfectly, and without a second to adjust to the size difference Toge quickly began ramming into me. “Ah~ Ah~ To-!” I drooled as I finally gave up on controlling my moans. “Louder,” I heard, and my moans began filling the entire room. My mind was blank, all I could comprehend was the sounds of his thrusting and my moans. “Oge~ Toge~!” I cried out, with my face hitting the sheets. Suddenly Toge released my right arm and it fell to the side, I have no strength to move it. “Rub yourself,” I heard him say and my arm moved itself under me, straight to my clit. My eyes widened as I began rubbing my clit, “No~! Too much~!” I cried out, but my hand wouldn’t stop, and neither did Toge. This begging only made him fuck me harder, as I felt him lean over me even more. Making his cock fill my pussy up even deeper.

I felt the familiar burning sensation running through my body and knew what was coming. “Oge~! Slow do- Gon- cum~!” I gasped, but it was too late. I felt my body tremble as a wave of pleasure ran through me and I quickly bit into the sheets until it passed. My body finally relaxed and my arm dropped. I then realized… Toge’s still inside, and he’s still hard. “T-Toge?” I asked softly, and before I could turn I felt him slowly pull out before ramming back inside. I moaned loudly and fell back in the sheets. “Wait~! I-! I’m s-sensiti-!” I cut my self off as Toge begin fucking me even rougher. His sadistic side is coming out! My moans filled the room again as he continued pounding my pussy, I then felt him pull my body up slowly. With a hand on my hand to face him, he pulled me into a rough, but passionate kiss before thrusting again. I then felt his free hand snake down my body and began rubbing my sensitive clit. “Mm!” I moaned into his mouth. I trembled as I was at the mercy of this man. Oh god I love it. I felt his fingers rub my clit faster and faster, with his thrusts slowing down but still deep. “F-Fuck…” he groaned into the kiss. “Toge~ Cum inside me~” I said softly as I pulled away. I watched as he smirked and nodded. He leaned a little forward and continued thrusting, while rubbing my clit. I bit my lip, and suddenly heard, “Cum.” An electric shock ran through my body as I threw my head back towards Toge and felt as he bit onto my shoulder while he rammed one last hard and deep thrust into my sensitive pussy. We both took a minute to catch our breath before moving from our current position. “Salmon…” he said softly and kissed my shoulder that he bit. “Toge… bath now? Please?” I panted. “Tuna mayo,” he chuckled and slowly carried me back to the restroom to continue our bath.

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[euovennia]

Okay hi hello I’ve just binged your platonic Simon x reader headcannons and as an aspec person I am absolutely EATING THIS SHIT UP - Simon deserves someone to lean on and seeing him be vulnerable and care for someone like that and who will do the same for him makes my heart melt.

however, I am also a hopeless romantic and an absolute sucker for pain and the thought of Ghost catching feelings and being completely unaware of them because he’s barely used to having a friend let alone a crush; only realising after y/n does something he’d usually find stupid only to find himself completely smitten over it and him just going “oh. oh nO” and queue the internal turmoil because he has no idea what tf to do with himself and god forbid if y/n actually likes him back-

This has been plaguing me all morning and I cannot act right so I had to share it :,)

this can be a read as part of the bff ghost series i have going on, but i see it more as a "what if" kinda thing bc i strongly believe this man just needs a good friend. thank you for requesting, and as always, i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: nothing comes to mind, but lmk if you see something that needs to be added and i'll do it asap!

summary: ghost panics when he realizes he likes you just a little too much.

anon you're so smart for this because i genuinely feel like friends to lovers is the the easiest way for simon to fall in love

like there's already a deep, established trust there (in terms of being on the battlefield)

i mean obviously because if there wasn't you wouldn't even be on the team in the first place

but the trust he places in you on the field paired with the trust he has in you off the field?

i think it's safe to say that while this man doesn't realize it yet, he's already a goner

the meals you share, the low-budget hollywood action films you hate watch, and the unbelievable amount of patience he has for your shenanigans

basically, you two have become two peas in a pod (despite him not wanting to be in the pod in the first place but who cares he's your friend and that's all that matters)

and i genuinely believe of he were to start falling for one of his friends (aka you) it would be a very slow process, one that neither of you realize is even taking place

it would be the little things like you willingly making making the same dish two days in a row for your little meal times because he just likes it that much

maybe even leaning your head on his shoulder while you two watch those bad action films because, deep down, he loves knowing you trust him enough to feel so comfortable with him (bonus points if you end up falling asleep)

ordering him his favorite brand of loose leaf tea that he can never seem to find anywhere on store shelves

god forbid you memorize the way he prepares his tea and randomly show up with a steaming mug of it at random times of the day

as i said before, it's the little things that do it for him

but imagine doing all of those things on the. same. day.

like

you know he woke up extra early to help price take care of some paperwork and while he's doing that you stroll in a mug of tea

then later on when you see him for lunch he finds you made two plates of bangers and mash (sausages and mashed potatoes, it's a british thing apparently) despite having it the day before and when he asks why you just say something like, "yesterday you said you wished you could have more, figured i'd make more"

then later in the evening when everyone's retired to their rooms, you walk into his with the all too familiar box of loose-leaf tea in your hands along with a blanket

you just kinda set the box on the bedside table before dragging him to sit on the floor in front of the tv the two of you snuck into his room one night after price banned them after soap broke his and he was the one who had to clean up the mess

he totally saw you two sneak it in but never bothered to say anything because he trusts you

anyway

you flick on the tv and put on the third installment of that god awful 'sharknado' movie series you two had found out was a thing not too long ago

and all is well

until you lay your head on his shoulder and grab onto his arm as you look over his tattoos

he'll probably give you a little glance before turning his attention back to the movie, it's not uncommon for you to do things like this

but then he'll feel something cold press up against his skin and he'll look down again just to see you holding a colored marker and scribbling inside the lines of his tattoo

and as much as he wants to pull away and throw that marker to the other end of the room

he just can't bring himself to do it

not when you're pressed up against his side with your hands cradling his arm as if he was worthy of such care in the first place

obviously this night wouldn't be complete without you falling asleep against his shoulder, so that's exactly what you do

he lays you to sleep on his bed while he makes himself cozy on the floor :)

anyway cue him getting up early for his morning shower and the complete and utter shock that hits him like a truck when the marker you used the night prior to color in his tattoos doesn't wash off

he makes a bee line for his room and immediately picks up the marker you used only to find out it's sharpie

and while he knows that this would be a perfectly acceptable time for him to wake you up and chastise you for doing such a thing, he doesn't

because when he looks down at his arm he can practically feel his chest bloom with a warm, fuzzy feeling because you did that

and it's after he's stared at the colorful markings that now grace his skin does he realize he's got a small smile etched onto his face

then it hits him like a truck

he likes it because of you

he likes you

it cannot be overstated how quickly he grabs his stuff and leaves the room, not caring in the slightest that you're still wrapped up in his sheets

he doesn't do much work that day

just a lot of aimless walking around base as he tries to, in his words, get his shit together

because, in his mind, this is probably just about the stupidest thing he can do

and it's not even because he's technically your superior, that's a mess all on its own

it's the fact that either one of you could quite literally die at any given point while on a mission

and that's not even bringing up his own mountain of trust issues and insecurities

it's a mess

he's a mess

and how does he deal with this mess?

by avoiding you like the damn plague

you thought it was bad when he was trying to duck out of your pre-friendship interactions when you seemed to always be trying to find a way to bug him? think again.

he becomes practically invisible to you

his callsign isn't 'ghost' for no reason

i can honestly see it getting so bad to the point where you start to really only see him on group missions

which isn't too horrible admittedly because you always manage to squeeze in some small talk, but it's not enough

but one day, price calls the two of you into his office with laswell patiently sat waiting on a video chat over his laptop

and it's revealed that you two are being sent on a mission to gather some intel about some new terrorist group that's popped up on laswell's radar

and he just kinda sits there and accepts the fact he'll have to be paired up with you because what's he gonna do? tell laswell and price no? absolutely not

anyway

i imagine the mission going off without a hitch

i'm talking real simple, just a quick in and out before ghosts is on comms requesting an evac

that's where things go wrong

because you'll get some bullshit response like, "oh no, bad weather, can't fly like this, looks like you'll have to wait! get cozy!!"

and while you are a bit disappointed when he breaks the news, you can't help but feel a little happy because now you actually get to see and interact with simon for more than five minutes

but while you're over in your head having a small celebration over the unforeseen circumstances, simon is pretty much dreading it

he knows you know he's been avoiding you and he's 100% sure you're going to make him sit through an awkward conversation about it

and what's worse, he's certain you won't stop until he tells you why

well it's a good thing he knows how to keep his mouth shut!

at least he thought he did

because after having you ask him for the reason of his sudden avoidance of you for what he swears has to be the hundredth time, he just spits it out in a small fit of anger and annoyance

and i highly doubt he'll realize what he just said until he looks over to you after not getting a response and seeing you there with your eyes wide and jaw open

he'll definitely try to backtrack with something like, "forget what i said. you didn't hear anything."

and then your brain will finally kick in after going haywire for an unnecessarily long amount of time and you'll just kinda ask him in a small voice, "did you mean it?"

and as tempted as he is to brush you off and say no, he can't bring himself to do that

but remember, simon is still a very hurt man underneath that mask and heavy duty gear, so i can imagine him just letting out a small sigh before saying something along the lines of

"i'm sorry."

and your heart just breaks because you can practically feel the shame radiating from him as he turns himself away from you and averts his gaze to the floor

simon riley, perhaps one of the most hardened and strongest men you'll ever come to know, apologizing for the way he feels

you can't help but shuffle closer to him until you're sitting by his side

and you'll sit in silence this way for a while as he tries to ignore just how close you are while you try to find a gentle way to approach this

you're stumped

but eventually, your eyes will fall onto the floor and simon's gloved hand will come into your vision

and there's not a single thought in your mind before you're reaching out and putting your hand on top of his

the man practically malfunctions

he's sitting there, thoughts going a mile a minute as he tries to decipher what this means

but then you'll lean your head on his shoulder and he's almost startled at the way all of the noise in his head seems to just disappear

but still, he can't resist asking

"what now?"

and you'll let out a small, wistful sigh as you nuzzle your head further into his shoulder

"whatever we want."

he'll look down at you with an almost shy gaze, "and if i want you?"

and you'll interlace your fingers and punctuate it with a squeeze, "then you can have me."

and that's good enough for the both of you

at least until you get back to base

:)

[kivino]

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Tags/Warnings - pure fluff!

A/n - ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE ANON <33 i can't really post a complete fic rn because i'm working on another midterm essay so here y'all go! I also have another fic with Roommate!Soap planned out, so stay tuned sdkflskdfjs

You two met through his sister, you, being her college friend, visited her and her family during breaks many times, and that’s where you met Soap. You two were on pretty good terms, and he would sometimes call you when he or his family were not able to get ahold of his sister when she would go out to parties (usually accompanied by you). However, the two of you became roommates only later in the future, when he decided that he didn’t want to live with his family anymore, but leaving an apartment all empty for months on end would just be foolish. So that’s when he decided he needed someone to co-exist with, and you casually made your way into his life.

Whole Task Force 141 plus Laswell know about you, because of how homesick he gets sometimes! And you don't always respond to messages, you have your own life after all (plus, Soap knows you're not good with texting back, so he tries not to pressure you). However, unintentionally he starts to remember or mention you in unrelated conversations. And that's how everyone around him knows that it's time for him to go on his leave.

Not a lot of people are allowed to call him Johnny. He still gives his older sisters shit for calling him that sometimes. You and Ghost, however, are both allowed to do it. Not like his discontent would’ve stopped you though.

More often than not talks about you in a way that makes it appear like the two of you are together, with how he’s all smiles during these conversations. Describes you like he’s an infatuated teenager and then gets confused when someone assumes Soap is talking about his significant other. It's not that he is oblivious to his feelings, or a dumbass, of course not, it's that his feelings lasted for so long that it's very much normal to him and he doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary with it.

The love language that you both share is bullying and insulting each other relentlessly. Soap is less harsh with his words, but you’re just merciless. Sometimes it also grows into play fights and roughhousing between you. Soap tries to be careful, because he knows that he’s stronger (he’s in the military, duh), but he still won’t go down without a fight. So he goes easy on you.

We know that Soap has a whole sketchbook, filled to the brim with many drawings of various quality, his thoughts, and different garbage he picks up when he has the opportunity. A pretty leaf? Snatch. A random receipt from when you got groceries with him together? Snatch. A note you scribbled for him to finally wash his damn dishes? Sad snatch. When he's on leave he takes the opportunity to sketch you as much as possible, so he remembers every single detail of your face, the expressions you make, or the way you position your body. Soap does it to be able to replicate it when you’re not around him. He has millions of sketches where you’re napping on the couch.

When he’s absentmindedly doodling something during the briefings and meetings he draws small figures that resemble Task Force and you. One time he bought some colored pens so he’s not bored out of his mind on base, and the assigned color to draw you was blue, while he drew himself with a red pen. Gaz got green and Ghost he draws using a black pen, both Laswell and Price share the fact that Johnny draws them with a pencil.

One of the small traditions that you have when he’s on leave, is cooking something for each other while some show you’re not paying attention to plays in the background. The kitchen in the apartment is pretty modest, so two people cooking and moving around at the same time is a bit too much for such a small amount of space. When you get too into the process of mixing or cutting something and Soap needs to squeeze past you, he gently puts a hand on your lower back and you instantly know what he wants, because of how much he does it. It’s never arrogant or invasive, instead, it’s gentle and a bit playful.

Johnny’s very sociable and likes going out to drink frequently. You, however, prefer to not get involved in his escapades as often, so you stay home, instead telling him to call whenever he needs you to pick him up. On multiple separate occasions, when he came back home a bit tipsy, he would stumble into your room and fall on your bed, getting knocked out almost in a second. Soap’s snoring is pretty loud when he’s drunk or has a stuffy nose. Plus, he’s as heavy as a damn rock and you can’t move him because of it, so instead you sleep on the couch, sacrificing the health of your back for Soap’s sweet dreams.

Johnny is pretty good with his hands. If anything broken needs fixing, or anything heavy needs lifting he’s always happy to help. He’s also a decent cook, so if you’re not feeling like cooking dinner after you’re back home from work he’s ready to throw something together for you no problem. Partially because he knows that you’d do the same for him if he asked. And, well, he just cares about you. He’s ready to cook dinner for you for the next decade if it means you’ll feel better.

Your texts with him are filled to the brim with stupid videos and photos you send each other. If Johnny sees something that reminds him of you, what you like, or some random inside joke – you best believe he’s already snapping a photo and sending it to you.

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: i got given a vinyl of go your own way/silver springs last week by my mum that she bought when she was younger, so i've been playing it time and time again and it bled onto this chapter.

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i know i could've loved you but you would not let me.

Bucky knew Y/N was upset. That's all he knew. He knew she'd come from her date and ever since she'd been quiet as a mouse and that was something considering Y/N gave her opinion anytime the opportunity presented itself. He'd even change the order her mugs in, to see if she would say something, instead she just grabbed a mug and went upstairs to her room whenever he was home to watch Sadie. If he was looking after Sadie, then Y/N would not be found for long stretches of time, instead looked into her bedroom with note and after note typing aggressively - a routine which made Bucky thankful he'd never pursued a PhD or anything other than a bachelors. He'd started to leave little snacks around her room whenever she went out, a pack of Oreos stashed in her nightstand, dehydrated mango slices from the brand she liked on top of her computer, little pots of coconut yoghurt. He knew she was always in that bedroom and he also knew she wouldn't come out no matter if it was breakfast, lunch or dinner.

He was sure there was only one person to blame - Christopher. Sure, Y/N and Bucky fought about it before she went on her date, they always did, but it never resulted in her becoming a hermit, locked in her room. As such, Chris was now enemy number one and Bucky was sure if HR discovered, he would get in trouble. He wasn't making the kid's life too hard, he was just making him work nights and overtimes and weekends. He'd also sent Chris on a coffee run. Yet Y/N continued in her little cocoon of sadness and tonight was no difference. Bucky had ordered Italian in and ended up the evening watching Beauty and the Beast with Sadie. The redhead had fallen asleep at the midpoint and as Bucky was ready to call it a night, he heard the soft steps of Y/N's coming down the stairs, holding a stack of plates and mugs. She was in her little white vintage chenille robe embroidered with blue and pink flowers, her hair up with a way too big claw clip and white fuzzy socks. If Bucky wasn't worried about her, he'd be wondering about what was under her robe.

      - You want some Italian? - Bucky got up to follow her from the kitchen. - I got some of that weird spinach pasta you like. Extra mozzarella balls just as you like.

      - No. - she placed the plates in the sink, starting to wash them with the cranberry dish soap that she always bought the moment the first autumn leaf fell.

      - You didn't come up of your little cocoon today. You know, the cleaning maid is wondering if I'm cutting your pay since you're keeping one bedroom and one bathroom hostage.

      - I can move to the guest bedroom. - she moved to grab a plate but the slippery porcelain slipped, crashing into a thousand bits to the ground. She sighed, her lip quivering and almost as if by seconds, she started crying.

Y/N went down to her knees, grabbing at the pieces of porcelain and shards, as if pushing them together would bring it back.

      - Y/N, shit, darling ... - he went back to his knees to put his hands on her arms to pull her up. - It's ok, don't pick them up, you'll get hurt.

      - I'm sorry. - she sniffled, her hands attempting to go and rub her eyes but Bucky stopped them in case she had little shards of porcelain stuck to her palms. - I'll clean it up, I promise.

      - It's fine. - Bucky kicked the big shards away. - What's wrong, Y/N? Is it Chris? Did he hurt you?

      - I'm gonna fail my viva. - she sniffled once more. - And I'm gonna have to go back to Ohio and I'm not made to live in Ohio.

      - Why would you go back to Ohio?

      - My parents bought a farm there after retiring. I am not Ohio farm material, Bucky. I'm afraid of horses.

      - Why would you even fail your viva? You're a smart woman, you're at a good university, you are okay. - Bucky wrapped his arms around her. - Probably not for long if you keep not eating. Go seat and I'll get you your disgusting pasta.

      - It is not disgusting. - Y/N rolled her eyes before making her way to the table. - Buck? Can I become your secretary if I fail my viva?

      - No. Your skirts aren't as short as I'd like. - he joked, bringing her pasta in a plate and pushing it towards her. - You're too fucking smart to be my secretary, if you were in my company you'd be CEO or something.

      - I worked my entire life for this. - she toyed around with her food, looking up with eyes still wet. - You know? I didn't come from legacy families or families who could actually afford to send me to college, I worked my ass off because I thought if I did I'd get somewhere. I'd be someone, I wouldn't have to count my pennies, I would be respected. Instead, everyone thinks I'm a joke on track to become your unfuckable housewife.

      - Now c'mon, if you do become my housewife, I would fuck you at least once a night. - he joked trying to lighten the mood but Y/N merely deadpanned at him. - Twice actually. You have a nice ass.

      - Not helping.

      - Because you're being ridiculous. You wanna know the reason I hired you? You had zero experience but you were smart and you were fiery and independent and I wanted my daughter to be like that.

      - You're just saying that because you're tired of bathing, Sadie.

      - I'm saying that because you're a great student and you're a smart woman. Besides, if they fail you, we'll just have to bribe the university. We'll donate a building for you.

      - You're not funny. - she swallowed in a giggle before taking the first forkful of pasta.

      - No, really, we'll get you a building. - he moved to seat next to her. - Maybe an astronomy one.

      - How swell.

      - I mean, maybe an astronomy building will be too much. Maybe a farming one.

      - God, I'm never telling you anything ever again. - she took another forkful of food. Bucky was glad he'd distracted her enough where she was eating, genuinely eating. - How's Sadie?

      - Sadie is doing well. She's supposed to go back to kindie next week but I was taking of taking her to the office for a bit. You know? I don't trust the roudy kids.

      - It's a private kindergarten. The senator's grandchild goes there, Bucky. I doubt they have their own fight club.

      - Have you ever seen a bunch of 2 year olds? They're terrifying and Sadie is a sensitive baby.

      - So you'll take her to a corporate office?

      - It's gonna be her company one day. Start them young. - he joked once more. - You want some ice cream? I tried to look for one that would be suitable for 2 year olds but then I came home and goggle it and they said I should blend frozen bananas instead.

Truth was, he'd bought a bunch of flavours thinking one would be Y/N's favourite and would entice her to eat something. That had ended up with him holding over 10 flavours of ice cream in his freezer. He came back with a selection of flavours he thought he wanted in a nice little dish. Y/N always liked nice little dishes.

      - Maybe I just don't belong, you know? - Y/N sighed. - In academic research. Most people come from well off families or are really smart, I'm just ...

      - You're just you. - Bucky said, leaning his chin on his hand to stare at her.

      - Yeah. I'm just me. Plain, old, me. Daughter of working class parents, me. Mediocre grade at masters, me. - she sighed once more, looking at the melting ice cream. - I can't even keep a relationship from falling apart.

      - Chris broke up with you?

      - I am not dating Chris so he can't technically break up with me. Besides, it wasn't like it would actually work.

      - I'm sorry.

      - No, you're not. - she looked at him, cocking her head to the side. - You'll probably be dancing in the grave of my situationship.

      - I don't dance, Y/N. I'm a respectable man. - he once again tried to make light of the situation. - What happened?

      - Guess I'm not suitable or good enough or don't do enough. One of the three. Whatever. - she chuckled dryly. - It was nice to have someone like me even if the me they liked was someone I'm not.

      - You act as if other people don't like you.

      - It's not that they don't like me but they also don't like me. You know what I mean? They put up with me, they are alright with me, they are cordial but they don't like me. They don't tolerate me.

      - I like you. - those words flew out of his lips like it was the most natural thing for him to say. As if he were stating an irrefutable fact like the sky looks blue or the Earth is round. - I like you. Just the way you are.

Y/N's lips parted as she waited for something to compliment the sentence. I like you just the way you are but less difficult, I like you just the way you are but prettier, I like you just the way you are but less argumentative, I like you just the way you are but as a friend. Yet those words never came and she found herself instead staring at the man in front of her, staring into those blue eyes like some sailor drawn to the sea.

      - Daddy? - Bucky recognised his daughter's voice. Bad timing, bad, bad timing.

      - Hey bug. - Y/N got up from her chair and walked up to the 2 year old, kneeling down to her level. - Are you alright?

      - Nightmare.

      - Aw that's awful, bug. I'll go and tuck you in and stay there while you fall asleep. Sounds good?

(...)

      - I'm telling you, Steve. I fucked up.

      - When you said we needed to have an urgent meeting, I didn't think this would be it.

Bucky had called Steve in London, the meeting screen showing Steve in his office. Yet, instead of one of their regular meetings to check with the state of the London office, it was Bucky talking to Steve. He'd fucked up, he'd fucked up badly and he'd only realise he'd fucked up once he woke up this morning and Y/N had left, leaving a note merely saying she had gone down to Ohio to be with her parents for a bit.

      - You just said you liked her, so what? At least you didn't tell her you loved her. It could have been interpreted differently.

      - You don't understand, Steve. I told her I liked her just the way she is.

      - Alright, Mark Darcy, pipe down. Have you considered that maybe, just maybe, Y/N wants to go see her parents because she hasn't seen them in ages? Maybe because she's upset and wants to be with her mum and dad?

      - I'm telling you, she's gonna quit.

      - She's not gonna quit, Barnes. She likes Sadie too much, besides, isn't she with Chris Davis anyway? - Steve leaned against his chair, staring at Bucky through his screen. - Just relax.

(...)

A week had gone by and Y/N woke up with the sun shinning on her face. Being here was different than being in New York, it was quieter, calmer and all the sounds she could hear were the wind and the animals allowed close enough to the main house. This wasn't her childhood home, her parents had bought it yet it was comfortable. The furniture was the same and the feeling of her home was still available, it made her calm. Things were ... too much right now and she needed to be away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

She moved herself to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of tea and seating on the wooden chair with her feet on top of the seat. Her mother walked into the kitchen a few moments later, kissing the top of her head before sitting down next to her daughter.

      - Do you want me to make you some eggs, shortcake?

      - I'm okay, mum. - she smiled at her mother. - Where's dad?

      - I sent him out to get some groceries. I wanted to talk to you alone.

      - That's never good.

      - Shortcake, I love having you here. You're my only daughter and I love it when you come to visit but it feels like you're running away.

      - I'm not running away, mum. I just came to visit.

      - When you're 3 days away from defending your thesis? In the middle of the night? I've known you for 27 years, shortcake. You're not visiting, you're running.

      - I'm failing. - she sighed, with a scared laugh. - I've looked through my papers time and time again and in 3 days I'll make a fool of myself.

      - Y/N, c'mon. - her mother put her hand on her shoulder. - You said that about your undergraduate and your masters. You've never actually came to me and told me something is going well academically.

      - This is different. I've invested almost four years of my life into this and I'm just so tired. The thought of failing is just ... terrifying.

      - You've always doubted yourself, always put so much weight onto your own shoulders. You don't need to be the best, Y/N. You don't need to impress us or make us proud, we've been proud and impressed by you since the moment you were born. Running away here is not gonna solve how you feel and you, Y/N, have never been a quitter. - her mother caressed her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. - You gave it your best, that's all you can do.

      - There's more. - since she was airing out things, maybe she should talk about this. It wasn't like she could talk to her friends, she didn't have many and she couldn't talk to her colleagues about it either. - There's this guy.

      - Christopher?

      - Not Christopher. Another guy ... He told me he liked me and it just ... it freaked me out.

      - Do you like him?

      - I ... I don't actually know. I, I never really allowed myself to think of him like that. He's different.

      - How different?

      - I never considered ending up with someone like him, you know? He's not what I'd envision ever but he feels, he feels like the only person who seems me. He seems me not postdoctoral student Y/N, not who I may be if I succeed or if I fail. Just me.

      - Then what is the problem?

      - I think he also doesn't consider himself ending up with someone like me. I think .... I think I could love him but he would never let me because I'm not the ending that he pictured. I'm just not the one.

taglist: @talesofadragon @themermaidscales82 @winters1917 @vladsgirlxx @stinkerbelle007 @maybefoxysouls @blackwood-bodecker-housewife @chipilerendi @kandis-mom @belennasif @abitofblues @buckybarnessimpp

[kat-grows-things]

ooh i love the stems on those and the leaves are such a nice shade of green!

that's good to know actually, for some reason I have a harder time thinking of them as aroids so I wouldn't have been sure they'd prop well in water

aww the baby is adorable, look at it go! how long's it been growing for now?

thanks :D

This might be a yell into the void and hope the void responds kinda question, but does anyone have any tips for growing/propagating plants in perlite? I saw a video about propagation in it but I was just wondering if anyone has any good tips for its use?

Thanks!

[smolartdork]

A bit of a ceramics dump cause I just have a lot and I haven’t been too active on here lol. I will be raku firing my two pieces this week so that’s both exciting and nerve racking (I’ve never fired a piece before so that should be interesting).

~

Before I get into showing off my glazed pieces here’s a leaf soap dish I made today to kill some time.

And here are my glazed pieces! I’m kinda stupid cause i forgot to put a clear glaze on top of my underglazes so my pieces will be darker than what I painted (which I’m fine with as long as there’s a little color) but it’ll also be matte I’m pretty sure.

[prettybean]

GHOST

“A table for one, please”

Prompt: Ghost is a waiter

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

I still wonder why that idiot Soap insisted so much on me going to this restaurant. Two weeks ago, while he was surfing the internet, he discovered this little-known place in the city and incessantly begged me to accompany him. I can't believe he left me here alone. I hope he has decided on the place where he will be buried; at least that man will make up for the waste of time.

I silently enter the restaurant, looking around to admire the interior: many small lights cover the sofas and each table is elegantly set. Everything has its place, including the decorative plants delightfully positioned at the sides of the room. I stare at the waiter for a few moments; his back is turned as he checks the reservations of the latest customers to arrive. It seems strange, considering that the only ones inside are the two of us. I weakly touch his shoulder to get his attention: "Hello, may I ask you something?"

"Do you see anyone else?” His husky voice jumped to my ears like a graceful melody; his imposing stature was a nice way to make me feel almost submissive or in awe. He is attractive; I can't deny it, so much so that, for a moment, I even forgot the outburst with my friend.

“Are you going to make me wait any longer?” I gasp. I waited so long to come up with an answer that his patience seemed ready to evaporate. Why was he so nervous? “I’m sorry, a table for one”. He starts walking briskly towards a secluded corner of the restaurant, almost away from everyone, as if the tables for one aren't sad enough already. At least I can enjoy a panoramic view from the window; it doesn't seem so bad." my ears like a graceful melody; his imposing stature was a nice way to make me feel almost submissive or in awe. He is attractive; I can't deny it, so much so that, for a moment, I even forgot the outburst with my friend.

"This is the menu. If you want help, don't hesitate to call me." His almost sarcastic tone makes me turn up my nose as I sit down and start leafing through the paper, observing the various dishes under the hard eyes of that waiter.

I feel his gaze burning me from afar. It doesn't bother me that much; I just wonder what is interesting to observe in a customer deciding his dish. That man is so strange. Maybe he doesn't appreciate his profession or he simply woke up in a bad mood.

After several minutes, I raise two fingers to get his attention. "Can I order?"

"You are in a restaurant; I'm pretty sure you can." That acid tone again. I could go crazy. "I'm sorry," I say, looking down. Yet, a soft laugh escapes the lips of the boy next to me. It lasts a few seconds, as if he didn't want me to notice. "I'll have some Chili," I whisper, pondering my choice once again before the man jots down my order in a notebook, vanishing towards the kitchen in silence. How nice.

I can't believe that Soap did that again. He didn't even have the decency to call me and explain the situation; instead, only a miserable apology message appears on the display of my mobile phone, alongside a laughing emoticon. I feel my blood boiling in my veins. We've been friends for years, and it's no coincidence that he decides not to come at the last minute. In most cases, I find myself eating alone in the most varied restaurants in the city.

The waiter interrupts my thoughts, serving me the dish I had ordered earlier. “Simon, come here”. A slightly taller boy with a fairly thick beard calls him from behind the counter. Simon? I would have imagined a harsher name for that rough man. I wonder why he hasn't been fired yet for his ways or why there are so many positive reviews online.

I get up from my seat; my meal is now finished, and I head towards the exit. “Did you eat well?” His change of tone and his less-than-formal words make me blush slightly. “Yes, the staff was very friendly”, I add ironically, rolling my eyes for a few moments. His face softens, as if he remembered to relax just now.

“I imagine, especially if you have customers during closing hours”. The waiter holds back a smile when he sees my expression after his last words. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in my life; I hadn't really paid attention to the time. The tension spreads inside the room, and my downcast gaze of repentance is directed at my feet.

Simon holds a business card close to my face. "Don't hesitate to book next time." "I'm sorry," I stammer before taking the ticket in my hands, leaving the place in a hurry. I can no longer bear the air of misunderstanding that was created; I feel the air missing. His aura is so powerful that I now feel my legs melting from the pressure.

I glance at the business card with the intention of throwing it in the nearest bin, but my curiosity gets the better of me.

“You forgot to pay, sweetheart -the waiter”

Soap, go fuck yourself next time.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

summary: annabeth tries to do the dishes, but percy has other plans in store, and a water war breaks out. word count: 1427 words a/n: i had this idea for a fic. my original pitch for it started with "percy and annabeth are happily married," so i was immediately sold. taglist:@laughingphoenixleader@jedi-nurse {if you’d like to be added to my percabeth/pjo taglist, let me know!}

also on ao3!

The Dishpan Nereids 

 Annabeth knew what she was getting into when she married Percy Jackson.  Marrying a boy with magical powers and ADHD is like buying a t-shirt that says "I LIKE PEOPLE PULLING PRANKS ON ME." She still wasn't entirely sure why he did it, but the pranks were usually harmless anyways, like flushing a toilet while she was using it to startle her, or changing the temperature of her shower without warning.

 Annabeth never minded these pranks after the initial shock wore off and she realized what was happening. They never caused any real problems, anyways, and if they did bother her, all she had to do was say so and she knew he'd stop.

 Besides, pulling a prank on Annabeth was like signing up for a war, and one person you didn't want to go to war with was a child of Athena.

 So maybe Percy should've known better than to turn a simple sunday into a soapy splashdown.

 Annabeth was in their kitchen, doing the dishes. It shouldn't've been too hard a task, since there were only two of them, but thanks to the awesome powers of ADHD, they were both skilled at putting off the dishes for as long as possible. As it was, Annabeth was proud of herself for doing the dishes only three days after the last time.

 She was lost in thought, having been puzzling over one of the buildings she was designing for Olympus for the last couple weeks, but her thoughts were drowned out by, well, water. Half of the water in the sink jumped out of the dishpan and splashed her in the face.

  As the water dripped down her face, she knew what caused this miniature tsunami— or, more appropriately, who— caused it.

 "PERSEUS JACKSON!"

 She turned around to see him peek his head out the kitchen doorway with a nervous expression. She only called him "Perseus" when he was in trouble. But apparently, even for Annabeth, it's hard to look intimidating when you're dripping wet and have a soap-sud mustache and a soggy lettuce leaf in your hair, because Percy instantly cracked a smile.

 Annabeth crossed her arms.

 "Anything you'd like to declare?"

 "It wasn't me," Percy said, throwing his hands up with a playful look in his eye and that same smile he'd been using to get out of trouble since they were twelve.

 "Oh, really?" Annabeth asked, "then who was it?"

 "Nereids," he smiled, "the ones that live in our dishpan."

 "There's ancient water spirits living in our dishpan?" Annabeth asked, not buying his story for even a moment.

 "Oh, sure," Percy said, "they must've just thought you were so beautiful, they couldn't resist jumping out of the sink to give you a kiss. I don't blame them."

 He took a couple steps closer to her, but she quickly grabbed the sink sprayer and aimed it at him.

 "You have three seconds to run," she said.

 "Oh, come on..." he said, tilting his head a little and pulling out the puppy dog eyes.

 Annabeth squeezed the sprayer and began drenching him with it.

 "I thought you said I had three seconds!" he said, with an upset laugh.

 "Oh, it wasn't me," Annabeth laughed, "we must have nereids in the sprayer too."

 She watched his expression carefully, knowing he was just a couple seconds away from remembering he was a son of Poseidon and could easily turn her own stream of water against her. As soon as he did remember, Annabeth reacted quickly. She dropped the sprayer, pulled out her invisibility cap and put it on her head. Percy looked around a couple seconds for any clue of where she was.

 "That's not fair!" Percy complained as he picked up the sprayer.

 "Perfectly fair." Annabeth said. She moved before Percy had a chance to spray her, and came up behind him, "getting into a water war with a son of Poseidon?" she ducked as he turned and tried to spray her, "now that's unfair."

 She then stood off to the side, perfectly still, perfectly silent, and perfectly invisible.

 Percy looked around the room, feeling around with his hands and spraying aimlessly as he called out things like "Annabeth," and "Wise Girl," and "Maybe if you make yourself visible again we can call a truce," but she was having too much fun with this to give up now. He eventually must've come to the conclusion that she'd left the kitchen, so he did as well, setting down the sprayer and calling to her in a fake singsong voice all the way to the bathroom.

 As soon as he left, she pulled a pitcher of water out of the fridge and waited. She could hear Percy calling her name, going farther away, and then closer again, so close he was in the next room, then coming through the kitchen door.

 "Annabeth? Are you in here? Maybe if we call it off...."

 SPLOOSH!

 Annabeth giggled a little and set down the pitcher as the cold water dripped down Percy's face and shirt.

 "Let me guess," he said, blinking a few times, as he wiped the water out of his eyes and across his forehead, "Nereids in the pitcher too."

 Annabeth took off her hat and crossed her arms, with a smug smile. "Nope. That one was all me."

 "Nice one, wise girl," Percy said, with a smile, but I think you're forgetting something."

 "Oh yeah?" Annabeth asked, "what's that?"

 "That I can still do this!"

 The sink behind her turned on with a flick of Percy's wrist, and she yelped as the cold water blasted into her back.

 Then she did the wise thing— she ducked, and all that water blasted past where she'd been standing and sprayed at Percy instead, blasting him in the face.

 He quickly recovered, redirecting the flow of water to where Annabeth still stood, crouched down on the floor in front of him.

 She didn't exactly have the steadiest footing— wet socks and tile floors don't mix well— and the low-pressure water shooting at her knocked her off her feet.

 As she resteadied herself, sitting up with a hand resting on the floor, Percy took a step forward. Fortunately for Annabeth, his water powers didn't include immunity to the power of a wet tiled floor, and he slipped, landing on his back in front of her.

 Despite how much a fall like that could've hurt, Percy had a smile on his face.

 "Ready to call it a truce now?" Percy asked, smiling up at Annabeth.

 Annabeth's eyes met Percy's. They'd been through the Underworld, halfway across the globe, to Tartarus and back, battled monsters and titans and gods, and yet, even in quiet, simple moments like these, he still looked at her like he'd never seen anything more incredible in his life.

 "Truce," she nodded, holding her hand out to him. He took it, and she pulled him up. Even when he was sitting upright in front of her, he didn't let go of her hand, and they still didn't take their eyes off each other.

 "You know why I do these things, right?" Percy said.

 "I have a few theories," Annabeth said, "but the prevailing one was that you don't even know why you do these things."

 He shook his head, "I never do anything without thinking it through."

 Annabeth laughed.

 "Okay, I do a lot of things without thinking them through," Percy said, "that's what I have you for. But this is one example where I know what I'm doing."

 "And what's that?"

 He took her other hand in his and continued. "Sometimes when you're working out something, you get a little lost in your thoughts— so lost that you forget important things, like eating, or sleeping, or remembering where you are, or…."

 "Or giving my husband the attention he so desperately craves?" Annabeth asked, raising an eyebrow as she squeezed his hands.

 "Well, there's that too."

 Looking back at all the breaks she'd taken because of the pranks he'd pulled, she had to admit, they were helpful. She'd always come back after them with a fresh pair of eyes that figured out the problem much faster, and she had him to thank for it.

 "And, I guess," Percy continued, "as much as I hate when I fight with you, I love making up with you afterwards."

 He leaned forward, hesitated just a moment, then kissed her cheek.

  "I like making up with you too," she whispered. "You're my favorite distraction."

 "That's convenient," Percy said, with a playful smile Annabeth saw out of the corner of her eye, "'cause you're my favorite distraction too— and right now, I could stand to be distracted."

 "Good."

 She placed her hand on his cheek, tilting his head just enough that his lips met with hers. His hands found their way to her sides as he pulled her all the more closer to herself. Any other tasks they had to do that day were quickly abandoned, both of them favoring instead to take a break for their favorite distraction.

🌊•🧡•🦉

 Annabeth knew what she was getting into when she married Percy Jackson. The way that Percy loved Annabeth was unlike how anyone had ever loved her in her life. Sometimes it came in the big things, like self-sacrifice, and fighting for her when no one else would.

 But oftentimes his love for her was found in something as small as starting a water war with her, just so they could make up again afterwards.

[invisibleraven]

4 for the (rare)pair of your choice because this is the Magic Hug Fandom

Reggie never really expected to have a space alien for a roommate, but since Willie abducted his cow, and returned it, well this was his new normal.

It was kind of fun introducing Willie to all the wonders of Earth, like jumping in leaf piles, apple picking, and indoor plumbing.

But what Willie liked most was television. He loved watching different stories play out-regardless of if he had no clue what was going on. He gorged himself on daytime soaps, crime procedurals, sitcoms, and reality TV.

Reggie might worry-his MeeMaw always said too much TV would rot your brain, but if Willie was absorbed in his shows, he was also keeping out of trouble.

"Reggie?" Willie called out one day.

"What's up?" he asked, coming into the living room, still drying his hands from the load of dishes he had done.

"What is that human doing to that other human? Why is he holding her like that? Is he preparing to eat her?" Willie asked.

Reggie glanced at the television and giggled. "It's called a hug."

"Oh...what is it for?"

Reggie hummed, sitting down next to Willie on the couch, tossing the towel in his hands onto the coffee table. "Well it can be for lots of things; to show affection, comfort, it can be used as a gesture of greeting or parting. It feels nice. You don't have hugs in space?"

"Our bodies are made of a gelatinous substance, I do not think hugs would work," Willie replied.

"Well you're pretty human looking right now," Regie stated. "Would you like a hug?"

"Yes." Willie then looked uncertain. "How do I do it?"

Reggie suppressed another giggle, standing them both up. "You open your arms up, and I go into them, then you wrap me up in them. It's also called an embrace."

"I can do that," Willie said, though he looked awkward and uncomfortable as he stood there.

"Relax, it doesn't hurt," Reggie said, watching as Willie sagged a little. Then he entered his arms, wrapping his own around the alien. "Like that, see?"

Willie enveloped him in his arms, holding Reggie tight-but not so tight that he couldn't breathe. HE stood there for a moment, not sure he saw the appeal in hugs. But then he breathed in, and could smell the green apple scent of Reggie's shampoo, and the crisp smell of fall that stuck to his flannel. He could feel Reggie breathing in and out next to him, and his heartbeat, slow and steady.

Oh.

Oh.

Willie fully relaxed into the hug, nestling his face into Reggie's neck. "I think I like hugs."

Reggie smiled at that. "Good. Me too. Anytime you want one, all you have to do is ask."

"Can we keep doing this one for a little while longer?" Willie hummed.

"Sure we can."

Reggie squeezed hima little tighter, and Willie felt... a warmth he had never experienced before. Was this that affection Reggie had spoken about? Willie wasn't used to such feelings, but he found he quite liked them. It felt like slipping into a warm bath after a long day-a recent joy he had discovered. Like...coming home.

Eventually Reggie stepped back, smiling and flushed. "So, was it good for you?"

"Great first hug," Willie said. "Though I may have to keep trying to see if it can be improved."

Reggie laughed at that, shaking his head. "Okay spaceman. I've got to get back to it, supper is not gonna fix itself. You enjoy the rest of your show."

Willie nodded, watching Reggie leave, and turned back to the television, wondering if there were any other programs that showcased hugs-he wanted to see them all, and try them out with Reggie.

For science obviously.

And well, because he really liked hugs.

[demo-ness]

btw i beat Another Crab's Treasure tonight*, and got the few remaining achievements i was missing (mostly just buying shells and activating Gun(TM), but apparently i had missed an optional boss in the grove too)

it's extremely good. it's a game about growing up in a world where nothing is fair, and the desperate struggle and rage that builds from that. maybe you can't fix the big stuff, but it's still worth helping where you can, rather than closing yourself off from the world. sometimes things don't work out, and people get hurt, but even at your most hopeless you need to keep pushing.

that's contrasted by the tone, which is usually tongue-in-cheek and/or straight up goofy, even in easy to miss background details. (some personal favorites: the CND Pharmacy receipt walkways with the subheading "CNDeez nuts gottem", the Gain dish soap parody called Loss with the decorative leaf graphics on it forming loss.jpg, and how Elden Bay seasoning has 62% daily value for sodium for only 1/4 tsp servings)

it's also arguably the best entry-level soulslike out there. i've only played 2 others, but ACT was far easier, and that was at the default hard difficulty. i didn't really mess with them outside of the gun achievement, but there's an entire section in the settings menu dedicated to fine tuning the difficulty down into whatever you need. or, again, you can take a gun that 1-shots everything, including the final boss' phases. it's funny EVERY time and the feature should be in more games.

also, Kril is just damn cute, and you can put an LGBT+ flag on him. 11/10 game.

[cassi-misc-art]

Leaves

Bit of a long post, so under the cut it goes

Topic: depression and introspection

He wasn't particular fond of the phrasing, considering it cliche, but there was a void inside of him that he didn't know how to fill. He felt peaceful, surrounded by trees shedding their verdance in shades of red and yellow, but the emptiness… it was still there, a constant insistence that he needed something more, but never so forthcoming as to explain what it could be.

He'd wound up sitting on a patch of hidden wet, and was stubbornly refusing to move himself; cold, damp bottom be damned, this was were he'd sat and this was where he'd sit until he felt it was time to leave. "Make like a tree and leaf" popped into his head and he sighed deeply. He'd never enjoyed that sort of joke.

The emptiness asserted that whatever-he-needed was somewhere in this cemetery, but of course wouldn't tell him where and still refused to tell him what. And so to spite the emptiness he remained exactly where he was, doing his best to ignore the encroaching cold he was seated upon and staring up at the tree he was under.

It hadn't always been this way. He remembered, though it was only memories now and not something he lived anymore, the happiness, determination, pride and hope, so many things he didn't feel anymore. Picking flowers in the spring, going to the beach during the summer, jumping into piles of leaves in the fall, building snowmen during the nipping winter. He could still smile, for brief moments, but when the smile faded, so did the happiness.

When the greyness above him starting letting down the faintest of mists, he felt justified in his decision not to move from his current seat. When the drizzle abruptly became a downpour he ran swearing back to his house, standing dripping in the kitchen as he called out hopefully for a towel, please. His boarder brought a large, fluffy towel, fresh from the drier, and he sighed in relief as he dried his hair and then simply wrapped it around himself like a cloak, letting the warmth soothe him, until the towel cooled down and he was tired again, stripping down to his boxers and putting his wet clothes in a trash bag so that they wouldn't drip everywhere as he went upstairs to shower.

Like the cemetery, the shower was a place where he felt peace, eyes closed as he stood under the heat. When the water began to lose its warmth, he scrubbed down quickly, rinsing the soap away and sitting on the edge of the tub to watch the suds swirling as they made their way around and into the drain. There was an odd satisfaction in that, too; the spiral quietly sinking away, the last remnants trailing off as if they were alive and contemplating their actions before following their brethren into the unknown, a void for them like the void inside himself.

Lying in bed, he reflected on what it was that he could rely on to ease the hollow throbbing in his chest. Leaves, he decided. His favorite game, the items you could give other characters, the bathroom decor, his potted plants and the trees in the cemetery. He smirked at the thought of plastering the entire house with leaves. Change all the wallpaper, get new plates and bowls and dish towels and oven mitts, buy a new welcome mat, put up framed drawings of Mario in his tanuki outfit, Makar from Windwaker, dozens of Pokémon, Animal Crossing characters introduced in New Leaf, buy more plants, grow a garden… he went from smirking to chuckling, another brief moment of happiness calming the usual empty space that resided in his body.

Maybe the void that had claimed his happiness would let it back out, some day. Or maybe he would defeat it himself. For now, he lay comfortable in bed, listening to the sound of rain against the leaves that brushed his window. Life wasn't always without a positive, after all.

[16woodsequ]

Sunday Steve - Day Twelve

Things that would be new or unfamiliar to Steve in the 21st century, either due to the time period he grew up in, or his social-economic status and other such factors.

Day Twelve: Soap

One day I was looking at a bottle of dishsoap and I wondered, would Steve have used this? So I looked it up. Liquid soap was patented in 1865 but "despite its popularity throughout the early to middle 1900’s, it wasn’t until 1980 that liquid soap became mass-produced for domestic use." (Link)

From what I've found liquid soap was not that commonly used. There were liquid shampoos in the 20s but many people used shampoo powder or liquified grated soap bars.

It's the same for other soap. Laundry soap and dishsoap came in powders and soap bars. Below you can see a box of soap flakes shown to be used for both laundry and dishes.

Soap flakes sold for 10 cents circa 1929

Here are some more laundry soap options we covered in the laundry post.

Laundry soap options in 1927. They included purchasing flakes, chips, or powder; liquifying your soap ahead of time(right); and (left) grating your own laundry soap from a bar. Fels Naptha soap, which came in a big bar, was rubbed on difficult stains and rings around the collar. (Link)

Liquidizing the soap entails taking soap shavings and dissolving it into boiling water. The liquid would then be poured into laundry water to be used. If left over night the soap re-solidifies.

For dishes another option besides powders or flakes is a soap shaker. This blog discusses early 20th century dishwashing, showing things like soap shakers and dish scrapers. Looks like one could use a soap shaker to more easily get suds from a bar of soap.

Modern soap shaker reproduction (Link).

But what about public bathrooms?

Most public bathrooms nowadays use liquid soap, and if liquid soap wasn't so common, what did they use?

It's possible some bathrooms used bars of soap it's not very easy to find information about that online. What I can find that is soap dispensers that dispensed powdered soap!

There's this one that had a crank to push the soap forward to an opening. Another type of seemed to have a lever/button press to dispense soap. Some styles shave off soap bars inside the canister as well.

I've never experienced these types of dispensers but looking online a lot of people seem to remember them growing up.

1940s era bathroom experienced in the 70s:

They were very simple -- white plaster walls with a wooden partition painted dark green, a painted concrete floor, and a plain white wall-mounted toilet. The sinks had cold water only, and over each sink was mounted a metal Boraxo dispenser -- Boraxo was a dry, gritty, powdered soap, and the dispenser was a sort of mechanical sifter with a lever that hung down below. You'd bang on the lever and a small amount of the powder would sift out. The towel dispensers gave out rough folded-red-paper towels

Circa 1936 powdered soap dispenser with crank handle. Note is says "pure dry cake soap ground into powder as you use it without any waste". So this dispenser seems to ground soap cakes (bars) into powder itself.

The video below is an example of push button powdered soap dispenser. Some dispensers have labels suggested to wet the hand first before using the soap. (37 sec video).

I have also seen people talk about soap leaves being available in women's bathrooms. The soap leaf booklets could also be carried around in a purse and used by the owner at their convenience.

You can see in this accessory pack that at least some soldiers were provided with soap leaf packets to use during World War Two.

In conclusion

It is unlikely Steve would be used to using liquid soap. From what I could find liquid soap, and especially the liquid hand soap dispensers, were not popular until the 80s (this seems to be partially because of the difficulty of developing a pump soap dispenser for liquid soap, so that would also be new for him.) I think the prevalence of liquid soap would surprise him as soap is so basic you don't really expect it to change but basically the whole experience of soap has changed for him.

Also, fun fact! Soap operas are called that because when they rose to popularity in the 20-30s they were regularly sponsored by soap companies!

[romanestuffsposts]

Hey girly! How was the shows?

I was thinking about what a normal day would look like or night or weekend. Whatever you think would be best ❤️ I haven’t had a lot of structure lately do to a hectic schedule. I really need some papa and daddy routine to help 🥺🥺💕💕💕

Hi there love!

My shows were really perfect! I’m already so excited for the ones next year!! Thank you so much for asking sweets ❤️

Of course I’ll help you, honey! I’m so glad I’m able to do it!

I Hope it gets better now, I’m sorry you had to wait this long for seeing your request written. I hope you understand <3

Enjoy <33

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Your Daddies always come waking you up together. If they're both home, they go upstairs to your bedroom to gently waking you with gentle movement and sweet words. They found it important to be both there when you open your beautiful eyes

then it's breakfast time. Your Papa either is the only one to cook while your Daddy changes when it's needed or you help him. They usually cook what you asked for breakfast but sometimes they cook when they want to eat.

After that, your Papa goes with you upstairs to change you into your clothes instead of your pyjama, even if your pyjama is the comfier in the whole world. During that time, your Daddy cleans the dishes and the table where you had breakfast.

During the morning, you usually play in your playroom, you draw for your Daddies, you play with your dolls and you create a whole universe in your mind that you love so much. It's a perfect way to start a day.

Your Daddies come to get you when lunch is ready and if the sun is showing and it's not too cold outside, you eat your lunch in the garden, under the warm sun and the beautiful trees leaf. You always help them cleaning afterward.

For the afternoon, sometimes you go in the store to run errands with your Daddies when it's needed or you spend the afternoon on their laps while they work in the office or you went back to playing. Every afternoon is different but you love every each of them.

In the late afternoon, it's your nap time so your Daddies went to you when you weren't with them and you follow them aound the house until you're in the bed. They read you stories and caress your skin to make you feel sleepy. They always stay with when it's nap time so it helps you staying in bed. In hours like that, you want to be close to them because tiredness is making its way to you and you want to be in their arms so if they're not there at nap time, you get up and search for them.

After an hour or so of napping, your Daddies wake you up in the sweetest way which is also your favorite way to woken up. You all go downstairs and while you take your time to wake up with your Daddy on the couch, your Papa is making dinner. They hate when you eat too lately because after your tummy hurts or you digest less well. Your Daddy runs his hands around your body to make you feel safe.

After dinner time, it's your Papa who cleans the table and the dishes while your Daddy tucks you upstairs for a good bath. He helps you undressing and always make sure to add the soaps you want in the water. He massages each muscles and each skin of your body while all you do it laying in the bathtub and enjoying. He can be really playful at some times, for example, while he's wahsing your belly, he would innocently and by mistake slide his finger in your belly button to wash it or he would purposely runs his fingers not so hard on your soles to tickle you or taking his sweet time washing each one of your toes.

Before putting you in your pyjama, he would lie you in the bed and putting your cream on your body which help you relaxing even more under his hands. He then helps you getting dress and carries you down the stairs. It be such a shame to dirty those little feet now that they're clean.

For the evening, it's always cuddle time. Your Papa is already on the couch when you come downstairs and is already searching for something to watch, something you like to watch of course. Your Daddy would sit beside your Papa on the couch and laying you across their legs. Sometimes your feet are on your Papa's laps and other time it's on your Daddy's. But in all cases, your feet, legs, arms, belly and hair are caressed sweetly by their big hands.

If you didn't fell asleep on their laps during the evening, they would ask you where you want to sleep, in your bed or in theirs. They would carry you to the bed you chose and pick up a story you love. They tuck you in bed, give you your paci and a bottle if you asked for one and of course they give your Bucksie. While your Papa is focusing on the words he read, your Daddy strokes your belly or hair to make you more sleepy. They keep doing that until you fall asleep and then get ready to fall asleep with you

[5cythz]

The Clan Wars Character Intro: Mikey

Here’s some info about my boy:

• Mikey is a 14 year old black breasted leaf turtle

• he is very vocal about the fact that he never wanted to be a ninja in the first place.

• Mikey’s personality is more rebellious, energetic, sassy, loving, and loyal to those he cares abour

• he has ADHD and tends to find meditation and constant practice boring. He physically can’t stand still for longer then 5 minutes so he’s never been good at the discipline aspects of ninjitsu. When they get on his case about it, he would spare with someone, going all out, win, then leave, just to prove he’s still good, even if he struggles.

• as in any iteration, Mikey is very naturally talented in the fighting aspect. He is very instinctual about it and tends to priorities defense and wait for the best moment to strike against an opponent.

• he always had a tendency to try and slip away from the clan as a kid, to which clan members would always hound him about how he’s “just like Yoshi” because “he ran away as a kid to and returned mutilated. Karma will find you too one day” and this royally pisses Mikey off. He’s very defensive of his father.

• When the boys move to New York, Mikey is the one to adapt to the culture the easiest. He learns to be a normal teenager, picks up graffiti and skate boarding and introduces his brother’s to these things.

• He’s also the one to meet Casey Jones and in turn be introduced to April first. He brings them to his brothers and thats how everyone meets the humans.

• big thing about Mikey is that no matter what, if one of his brothers gives him an order, he will obey. No matter what. Only for one of them though. He never questions an order given by one of his brothers and would keep fighting even if he was about to die if Leo asked him to.

Turtle Instincts:

• Mikey was mutated mere days after being hatched. He had the least amount of time to develop any sort of life run by more then instincts. Because of this, as he grows up, he finds it the hardest to suppress his turtle instincts.

• Mikey HATES water. Absolutly despises it. Will go weeks without taking a shower if not called out for it. Even then, he refuses to bathe with anything besides Dawn dish soap. “If it’s good enough for baby ducks it’s good enough for me”

• Mikey loves 2 things when it comes to food. Spices, and fruit. He doesn’t care how old the fruit is, he will munch on it. Donnie thinks it’s gross

• his eyes don’t tend to focus properly, often looking in different directions, especially when he’s zoned out which, he does a lot.

• he tends to prefer being alone and often seeks it out. He often wonders if that’s one of his instincts or just due to feeling separated from his brothers growing up. Donnie believes it’s instinct related, having looked into each of their species

• he can react really fast and is the quickest of the 4.

AAAAAAAAnd that’s Mikey! I have more about him but I’ll leave it at that! More to come! Hope you enjoyed!