#off to do laundry

[a-compass-without-a-needle]

This is what happened after 3.1 isn't it?

[yuwuta]

yuuta is the boyfriend BAWLING when he has to drop you off at the airport. it doesn’t really matter how long you’ll be gone, he will be crying, and he’s gonna cry just as hard when he picks you up again too. but that’s not surprising, neither is saying that satoru smothers you in affection and soft gazes but waits until you’re gone and he’s back home to let the tears out. the real gag is that toji is also crying. it doesn’t happen when he drops you off, or when he gets home, and honestly he’s fine for the first few days—crabbier than usual, slower than usual, groggier than usual—but, fine. it’s somewhere around the third or fourth day of your absence that he finds himself crying, unintentionally. he feels the tears on his lips before he realizes they’re falling from his eyes, and there’s a moment of confusion and then a soft laughter of disbelief before he lets the rest of them fall. he doesn’t really know why he’s crying even while he’s crying. he doesn’t sob or make noise or smush his head into a pillow, but when he gets up to wipe his face, he’s confronted with his reflection in the mirror and that’s when it hits him: he’s sad. if you’d asked toji, he’d say he hasn’t experienced true sadness before that moment. despite all the shitty things in his life, he held a sort of neutral, it is what is attitude about it all—but that’s not the case with you. toji’s sad because he misses you and it’s probably the first time in his life he cries because he can Feel something is missing inside of him

[seabeck]

Is it not normal for 14 year olds to be mostly self sufficient??

[lizmitches]

me when i think too long about how lisa is very gently and tenderly caring for carla while she recovers from surgery and we don’t even get to see it

[a--a---a]

but fr buck could be reading off their grocery list and eddie would be happy and content to listen to him. he just loves the sound of buck's voice. it's the soundtrack of his life.

[seawitchkaraoke]

This is petty of me but there is something darkly satisfying about finally seeing everyone turn on a guy you always thought was a whiny asshole

Like I never followed him but when I got into MCC I very quickly noticed how there'd be arguments about things being "unfair" and how Scott Smajor would get called slurs after every MCC that Dream and his buddies were in and how that notably didn't happen if they weren't in the MCC.

[milkweedman]

Been doing a lot of finishing/frogging of old projects since I started packing... maybe like a dozen or two at this point, most of which I had no idea existed. And while finishing a mostly done project that had been put in Bad Item Jail is very nice, I'm learning that going "okay, even though I probably could finish this and it might not even be that annoying, I Don't Want To ! So instead I will free up the yarn for the next time I DO want to make something with it" is really satisfying. Begone, bag that is 95% completed but that I don't really like and won't really be happy with ! Now I can make you into a bag I do like. Yay !

[why-bless-your-heart]

Everything is too many steps.

[transfem-kirito-truther]

do you think Asuna bribes Kirito into taking care of herself? Kinda like how you can train dogs or cats? Like Kiri takes a nice long shower instead of a quick one and she comes out demanding affection and praise because Asuna gives her lots of positive reinforcement when she takes care of herself? Cuz I do. I think that

[thedailydeedle]

[lichilly]

you cut joseph's hair on a warm, summer morning

cw so fluffy i keeled over and died, gender-neutral reader

You hold the scissors with your middle finger and thumb, snipping the air with trembling fingers. The metal gleams brightly, reflecting rays of yellow and white into your eyes from the sun streaming through the kitchen window. The kitchen smells of fresh coffee and the lingering scent of breakfast, a comforting backdrop.

You take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs. "I've never cut hair before."

Joseph sits patiently in front of you, the wooden chair groaning under his weight as he shifts to get more comfortable. His hair, slightly longer since you first met, curls gently at the ends. With the summer heat rising each day, he had asked you for a trim.

He chuckles softly, "Really? Should I be worried then?"

"I mean," you swallow, trying to steady your nerves, "I wouldn't blame you if you were."

"I trust you." His voice is soft, filled with an unspoken reassurance that makes your heart swell. His words give you a shot of confidence.

"Okay." You set your eyebrows, take another deep breath, and steady your hand as you pull a brown strand between your pointer and middle finger. "Here we go."

With a quick snip, an inch of hair twirls to the ground, catching the sunlight like tiny dancers.

"Feeling cooler already," he sighs jokingly, his shoulders rolling as you prepare to cut another strand. The warmth of his voice makes you feel more at ease.

A comfortable silence envelops you both as you work, snipping here and there, checking the evenness between strands. The sound of the scissors cutting through hair is rhythmic, almost soothing. You make your way to the front, where his bangs, overgrown and nearly covering his left eye, require attention. You comb the hair down flat over his eyes, the strands silky under your fingers. You carefully cut the long pieces, cautious not to cut too close to his face.

"You sure you've never cut hair before?" he asks, his eyes closed in bliss. "You seem like a natural."

You hum, your cheeks warming. "I'm just great at faking confidence. For all you know, I could be giving you a bowl cut."

He laughs, his nose crinkling, a sound that makes your heart skip. "Is that why my head feels lighter?"

You finish with his bangs, fluffing them up and snipping off any stray strands. "Well, now's the time to see for yourself. I'm all done!"

You take the towel off his shoulders, brushing off the cut hair onto the kitchen tile, and hand him a handheld mirror. He examines his hair in the tiny mirror, turning his face from side to side. You bite your thumbnail, crossing your arms over your chest as you wait for his reaction.

With a laugh, he runs a hand through his hair, his touch gentle. "Holy shit."

"So," you begin shyly, "you like it?"

He gently tosses the mirror onto the counter beside you and stands up suddenly, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms wrap around you, the warmth of his body radiating into yours. Your eyes widen, and you inhale sharply, the scent of his cologne mingling with the scent of freshly cut hair.

"I love it," he coos in your ear, his voice a tender whisper as he tucks his nose into your hair. "Thank you."

You sigh, smiling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his middle, feeling the steady beat of his heart against you. "I'm glad you like it."

[befuddled-calico-whump]

uhhh here, have some whump references

(more below the cut)

big thanks to the guy I keep in my basement 🥰 /j it's me

[numberonetribble]

Stuck at my mom's house until the 27th, can't finish the comic I was working on until then :( here's a rough Cowboy!pinup sketch of Bumblebee and some Breakbee + Piston angst:

[loveswirl]

why is brushing your teeth so exhausting. yeppp gotta climb back in bed because i just ran the Olympics👍 with my toothbrush

[become-a-robot]

YOU WHAT