#oh my laundry

[sickfreaksirkay]

lancelot never had to do any fucking circuit laundry

[rottengurlz]

toxic yuri vampires you will always be famous to me

[st4rstudent]

waiting for the laundry to finish

[ineed-to-sleep]

She is simply the cutest creature in the whole entire universe. To me

[silverspleen]

Winter Solider/Brainwashing AU quick scribbles art for @your-royal-highness-of-trash who has been enabling my quality ship escapism with the most excellent of OTP AUs and takes.

I do in fact think brainwashed Alex would try to knife fight Farah and immediately realize he is outclassed and proceed to fight dirty.

[miekasa]

hc that on the rare occasions levi gets sick, either holden/kiaan will 'tuck him in'. and part of him realizes the ridiculousness of this role reversal but he feels too shitty to object and so yeah he ends up being snuggly tucked in with two blankets and receives a headpat before being left to get some much needed rest. (also hc that his kids do something similar even if he's been overworking himself by being on call for close to 24hrs and comes home utterly exhausted)

Levi being tucked in by teeny five and three year olds… stop……the most precious thing about kids is that they don’t realize when adults do things to/for them Because they’re little and they just think that’s how the universe is yk. Their dad tucks them in every day and kisses their foreheads and gives them cold rags when they’re sick or tired or hungry so obviously that is what they must do for him too 🙂‍↕️ see also: Kiaan, being younger, really takes this reciprocity to heart, staying by Levi’s side to use his tiny hands to pat his back while he sleeps.

The idea of Levi’s laying on the couch with a blanket on him, getting some shut eye for the first time all weekend, and having his tiny daughter march up to him with a peeled orange on a napkin is killing me. Just imagine him blinking, wondering if it’s the lack of sleep playing tricks on his senses when he smells citrus, and slowly opening his eyes to see Holden holding an orange very close to his nose because, “Daddy has to eat something. You missed dinner.” 

He can tell she peeled it herself—she’s gotten very good at it, doesn’t even need him to start the peel for her anymore—and all he can do is smile. He sits up, groggy and slow, and Holden giggles at the way the blanket forms a cape around him, and Levi happily splits the orange in two to offer her half. He can tell she’s hesitant in accepting it, wanting him to have the whole thing, so Levi starts small, eating a wedge first, and then offering her one after. She accepts after he eats one, and he tries to start a pattern, having another wedge, and then offering her one, but she shakes her head this time. Levi tilts his head a bit, and Holden only pouts, crawling into his lap with as much grace as a toddler could have, and stealing the split orange back. Now, she has a cheeky smile on her face as she splits off another wedge and holds it up to her dad’s mouth. Levi smiles wide this time, genuinely bemused and endeared as Holden explains that he always feeds her when she’s tired so it’s her turn to feed him :(((

[indecisive-dizzy]

thinking about Julie going into hibernation, but also how she was participating in winter activities and was at the Homewarming party.

obv an in-universe excuse is writing inconsistency within the show but nahh. i wanna get sad.

My headcanon is that Julie begins hibernation after the Homewarming party. Right after. And later in the evening it turns into a different party, Julie's Goodnight Party (name in progress).

It's fun, because any party with this rainbow monster's name in it is gonna be fun! but there's an underlying somberness. They eat, play games and talk about everything and anything like the Homewarming party, but it just feels different.

(continues below, sad warning bc I made myself sad)

When Julie starts getting sleepy, the party ends with her neighbors giving their farewells, goodnights, and big hugs.

Frank is the one to walk her home, of course. He brushes Julie's hair, makes sure her and her nest has everything she needs, and stays with her as she falls asleep. But not before they share a big, comforting, long hug filled with every unspoken "I'll miss you" and every ounce of love they can pour into it.

It's the longest Frank has ever hugged anybody. "A hug long enough to get him through winter," according to Julie.

He wished that were true.

Either way he smiles, he smiles for Julie as it's the last expression she sees before finally closing her eyes to sleep.

The tears that later soaked into his pillow are the only secret Frank's ever kept from his best friend.

[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:

[arqshas]

goodbye

[joelletwo]

(dox me by my) local barometric pressure graph which is an identical graph to the three day headache that had me crying myself to sleep for two hours last night. with instant relief this morning after the winter precipitation passed. AND WE DIDNT EVEN GET ANY SNOW ABOUT ITTTTTTTTT. we got a piddly showing of ice. im so mad. im so mad.

[ccrustacian]

hi

[pardonmydelays]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[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."

[eosofspades]

first uni all nighter woo

[snezus-christ-risen]

They’re making us come back to the office to be more productive and have a presence so just to be spiteful I’m going to be a less productive and miserable presence.

[easeupkid]

people with onsite laundry will never understand the epic highs and lows of laundromat life