#like mowing the lawn

[breachsystem]

the texts my partner gets randomly:

So i may have picked a bad show to start watching while sick.... Im watching falcon and winter soldier and now buck is having a less than good time.. he built us the cat tree

[fittoniapearcei]

Love how both of my parents are physically disabled, to the point of inability to do many daily tasks, but neither of them will admit it because that would go against their religion. So instead they make it literally everyone else's problem 😒

[plantanarchy]

listen i love and grow and appreciate native plants as much as any plant ecology nerd but good god the energy of a lot of native plant discussion on social media continues to be so............ much

[rocketbirdie]

wtf (who's that frog)

[creepy-dolls]

🌾

[bruhstation]

Any ideas for Skarloey Railway??

of course! I'm working on their designs (they're some of the most requested characters in the 1k followers poll haha) but I do know what they're like in casa tidmouth.... the skarloey railway people entertain (not outright encourage) thomas' ideas about the supernatural phenomena plaguing sodor like telling him stories of a train that fell off a bridge, the tale of godred, etc. and thomas with percy in tow would storm off to find said mysteries that they provide. they're the silent pushers of the plot that mainly hangs out in the background and watch as the truth behind the island of sodor slowly unfurl while their hands are mostly clean. however, a certain irish young man clad in green may say otherwise....

I did doodle rusty, sir handel, and peter sam! here they are.

the rest will follow suit sometime later. I've featured skarloey in my introduction comic from two years ago, and I still think his design is solid! just needs a bit of refining, I suppose.

[lotrmusical]

here's a poll. what are everyone's takes on this frodo moment in fellowship

'He wished with all his heart that he was back [at Bag End] and in those days, mowing the lawn, or pottering among the flowers, and that he had never heard of Moria, or mithril - or the Ring.'

[mtndw-whteout]

Oh to be a different person, in a different life.

I wrote somethin, its an au ive been festering with for a while

sorry for all the angst lately

Sirens rang through Reigens mind as he stared blankly at the wall before him. The smell of burnt wood and ash stained his nose, and his chest heaved heavily. 

The sound of discomfort wailed from the small child against his chest, snot-filled cries filling the silence. Reigen peered down at the child - Ritsu - lightly hushing him in hopes of comforting him. Ritsu stirred as he cried, his ash-covered face scrunched. Tears ran down his cheeks, leaving streaks through the muddied mess. Reigen's mouth pulled down into a frown, noting the small blisters forming on Ritsu’s cheeks and hands. 

Beside him, another child sat, leaning against Reigen as he watched out the window. Unlike Ritsu, he had not cried once since they arrived at Reigen’s small apartment. Shigeo was older, though, by only a year. He had as much reason to cry as his brother did, but he didn’t. 

Instead, he sat quietly, his face equally blistered and ash-covered, and watched the visible stars move slowly. 

Reigen didn’t know what to make of the situation. It was only a few days prior that he sat at the Kageyama’s table, laughing and carrying on. Then he got the call; he didn’t even remember getting into his car. The sight of the house - the home they had welcomed him into - in flames. He remembered briefly having Ritsu placed into his arms as Shigeo stood by him, his eyes glued to the street. His trembling hand holding onto his sleeve. The relief that flooded him knowing they were okay was beat by the dread of knowing that their parents weren’t. 

After a ride in an ambulance and a day at the hospital later, they were deemed okay to leave. He was told they weren’t in the house long after the fire started. Burn cream was applied to their faces and arms, but other than that they were healthy. 

Just apply the cream daily until the blisters are gone. He could do that.

Right. 

Now he was in charge of two kids when he barely could take care of himself; and as much as that feeling overwhelmed him, he knew he had to pull through. He was, at the moment, the only one the boys had. 

“Reigen..?” Shigeo called, his voice small just like the rest of him. He faced up at him, he looked tired. 

“Yeah, kiddo?” Reigen’s voice cracked but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Shigeo rubbed one of his eyes with the back of his hand. 

“Can I take a bath?” 

“Of course, will you watch your brother while I run the water?” He asked as he shifted to stand. He placed Ritsu in Shigeo’s awaiting arms, the younger boy had fallen asleep and only stirred at the movement.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, watching Shigeo nod slightly. He made his way to the bathroom, the tile cold against his sock-covered feet. Turning the faucet on, he plugged the tub and watched the water pour for a moment. 

Returning to the living room, he noticed Shigeo humming and rocking Ritsu in his arms. It was sickly sweet to watch, it made his chest tighten uncomfortably. 

“The bath should be ready soon.” He told Shigeo as he seated himself in front of the boy. 

Shigeo looked up at him, his eyes barely staying open as he offered a small smile. 

“‘itsu’s bein’ fussy,” Shigeo said, his voice just above a whisper. “‘e’s tired, like me.” 

“Yeah? You ready to go to bed soon?” Reigen asked and was met with a yawn in response. He laughed. “If you want, we can go out and get some Mobdonalds in the morning. How does that sound?” 

Shigeo hummed, too tired for words. Reigen smiled and stood up once again. He reached down and offered to take Ritsu. Shigeo allowed his brother to be scooped up and accepted the hand that was extended to him afterward. Ritsu awoke again, whining only a little as they made their way to the bathroom.

After a lot of bubbles and gentle scrubbing, they were finally ash-free. Their blisters thankfully were healing quickly, especially only after such a short amount of time. 

Reigen got them dressed for bed and soon they fell asleep beside him on his bed. Unfortunately for him, sleep didn’t come anytime soon. He spent his time staring at his ceiling; thinking of how his future was going to look from now on.

UGH im not good at writing im sorry, im just didn't want to draw it out

basically, in short, The Kageyama house fire? yeah it happens and the kageparents don't survive, and Reigen, who the Kageparents had known since he was 14, is now Ritsu and Shigeos guardian. An older brother of sorts.

Reigen is 20, Shigeo is 4 and Ritsu is 2, going on 3.

AAAHHHHHH

[heavensickness]

Girls when they remember that Marty had everything that Rust really wanted and needed in his life (a loving spouse and children) but he never appreciated his family and lost them in the end, that Rust was a man who would not have made many of the mistakes Marty made (cheating on his wife or abusing his daughter etc.) and could have been a good husband/father, but all that he was given in this life was a shattered marriage of a few years, a dead baby daughter, and the chance to have dinner at the same table with his partner's wife and daughters like an echo of everything he had lost forever; and he never was able to rebuild the family he needed because life doesn't really care whether you "deserve" something or not

[try-set-me-on-fire]

In the hopes of getting more material to melt over, I'm sending you the soft prompt "shoulder kisses"

Send me soft prompts! Find the finished ones on ao3!

"You make me wanna, like, mow the lawn."

"What?" Eddie glances up from the old flashlight he’s trying to screw back together after replacing the busted bulb because this one’s always worked fine, Buck, what do I need a new one for? Whatever. Buck is going to hide a nice newer model in the truck somewhere. “Does the lawn need mowing?”

“What?” Buck cranes up in his seat at the kitchen table to see what he can of the backyard. “Eh. I’ll do it this weekend.”

“You know you don’t have to,” Eddie says down to the plastic and metal in his palms, frowning when the pieces refuse to come together right.

“No, I know, but I want to. Didn’t I just say that?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, finally solving the flashlight puzzle and blinking it directly into Buck’s eyes a few times. “But it kind of seemed like you were talking about something else.”

“I guess I kinda was.” Buck leans back in the chair, crossing his arms behind his head. "You make me wanna… do laundry and go grocery shopping and mop the floor.

Eddie raises an eyebrow with a little smile, leaning back in his own chair. “You saying we’re getting too domestic? Need to spice things up?”

“No,” Buck huffs a laugh. “I’d mow your lawn any day.”

“Well now it sounds like a sex thing,” Eddie teases, and his foot bumps into Buck’s under the table.

Buck laughs again, louder. “I mean,” he wiggles his eyebrows. “We could figure something out.”

Eddie’s eyes crinkle up in his grin as he shakes his head and gathers up the tools on the table. He snaps them into their case with satisfying plastic clicks and goes to store them back in their place under the sink. When he comes back to the table he takes slow steps, past his own chair to stand in front of Buck and run a hand through his hair. "Why do I make you want to do chores?"

"It’s like…" Buck leans into the warmth of his palm. “Being alive.” Eddie raises an eyebrow and Buck rests his hands on his belly to feel him breathing. “I mean… having a life? Sharing- I mean, we skipped right to it.”

“To what?” Eddie kind of hums the question, fingers still moving through Buck’s hair in a way that makes his eyes want to drift shut.

“I mean, even before we were-“ Buck gestures between the two of them. “We shared everything already. I think I literally actually did mow your lawn like two weeks after I met you.”

Eddie laughs, low, and Buck’s hands on his torso shake with it. “You did. I’m not sure I even knew I had a lawnmower.”

“Yeah, it looked pretty sad out there.” Eddie tugs on his hair for the comment, but only very gently. “So I guess… we skipped all the other things. Getting to know you, pretending to be somebody you’d like.”

Eddie’s eyes are soft. “Buck, I like you plenty.”

“I know,” Buck says, quiet through the smile spread over his face. “You make me feel real.”

Eddie’s eyes are even softer, and his fingers stop moving, his hand just resting against Buck’s skull. “You’re plenty real.”

“I know. It’s… I don’t have to impress you. I don’t have to be anything. I just get to live real, everyday life with you. I want to do all those things not because I think I have to, to make you stay. I want to mow your lawn because it’s my lawn.”

Eddie inhales and exhales a few times, just looking down at him, and then ducks down to press a slow kiss into the skin revealed by Buck’s old ratty sweatshirt sliding down his trapezius. When he pulls back he only goes far enough to look Buck in the eyes. “I want to do your laundry,” he whispers, mouth pulling into a little smile. “I wanna mow your lawn.”

Buck eyes drift down to his lips. “That does sound like a sex thing.”

Eddie’s small smile grows into an easy grin. “I’m sure we could figure something out.”

[star-quill]

had this thought and now i can't get it out of my mind.

you're new to the neighbourhood, a few people have introduced themselves to you, brought you cookies or pie or pasta bakes and you haven't had a chance to finish them yet—and it's been a month.

you're taking the trash out one day, nothing new, when you notice someone mowing the lawn across the road from you. it was that nice old guy's house, the one who brought you over some key lime pie, which was absolutely delicious. and speaking of delicious, the man mowing the lawn was absolutely one of, no no, the best looking man you'd ever seen. however, you saw no van or truck with any equipment in it so he must live nearby. he noticed you standing in your driveway, trash bag in hand and he smiled and waved. he turned off the mower and jogged across the road to say hello.

he was so much taller, and bigger, up close. you didn't expect it, and surprisingly, you didn't falter at all when you spoke to him, learned his name was peter and he lived with nice cookie guy, who turned out to be his grandfather. he even offered to mow your lawn, which was getting slightly overgrown and you more than happily obliged.

he came over the next day, a day even hotter than the day before. halfway through mowing your lawn, he peeled his t-shirt off, slinging it over his shoulder. you watched from your sofa, moaning slightly as you saw his upper body muscles flex when his shirt came off. his slightly wavy, curly hair was getting damp, the heat from the sun making him sweat profusely. you had no idea what prompted you to make him a glass of ice cold water and bring it to him but you did anyway. watching as his throat bobbed when the liquid went down, a gasp leaving his lips when he finally stopped drinking.

that was not supposed to be a turn on but oh my god, the way his throat moved, the way his eyes squeezed shut. he was insane. he thanked you and handed you the glass back, and now you decided to falter and you dropped the glass. you frantically went down to pick it up and apologised before running back inside. you had no idea he followed you back inside until you turned around in your kitchen and he was stood there, a soft apologetic look on his face.

he spoke first, and you let the conversation flow until you must've accidentally blurted out that you thought he was attractive. he stepped towards you, almost cornering you against the kitchen counter. he was so smug now, grinning at you.

"need me to stop? or should i keep going?"

all you could muster out was a moan and not a second later, his arms were under your thighs, lifting you onto the counter, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. his lips attached to your neck, leaving soft kisses and nips, little bruises and marks forming across your neck.

he only came over to mow your lawn.

[staticnonapus]

I’m having the intrusive thought to cut/trim anything that’s trimable in sight…If I have a garden nothing would be able to grow and everyone will be bald

[lazarised]

they show up to the family dinner like this

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

really great feeling when you and your dad agree you've done a pretty decent (albeit not outstanding) job keeping the house clean while mom was gone and then mom comes home and immediately starts pointing out everything you haven't done right/to her standards :/

[rainintheevening]

How do you build new plans for your life without giving up on the old dreams?

[thepoisonedchalice]

mountain’s first time with seasonal allergies. he loves this time of year so much, but alas, the pollen is attacking and he’s so irritated. nose running, eyes itching. huge earth ghoul sneeze echoing through the corridors. he’s actually not sure what it is at first, he thinks he’s getting sick, but feels fine otherwise, so he’s a bit confused. and annoyed at constantly blowing his nose and wanting to claw his eyes out. then primo tells him about seasonal allergies and he’s like what kind of sick joke for an earth ghoul. what is this bullshit?! and primo huffs a laugh at the irony. he makes a tincture for mountain to ease the symptoms and passes on the recipe to him as well. mountain tucks the little note of scrap parchment into his journal with the pressed plants that make up the tincture.