#poor baby keeping it real

[secriden]

And you know I bet Joong means this with his whole entire chest, because let me tell you what skin on skin contact is like in a tropical country with like 100% humidity level and ~30+ degree heat nearly all year around: it's TERRIBLE so yeah.

I bet you hated that, Joong.

Like, there's fully an aircon in the room this scene is being filmed it but its blatantly not. even. switched. on!? *shudders*

[babisawyer]

Ben coming back to the cabin to see yet another cannibalistic ritual

[whump-queen]

I love the concept of a ‘practice doll’ like ~ whumper isnt worried about hurting them..

they’re only kept around to practice with until we’re ready for the main event.

The only problem is, once the ‘main event’ arrives— duct taped, zip tied and terrified—

the practice doll is still alive.

[deadmomjokes]

Actual pre-bed conversation with the four year old

Child: *serious voice* Mom. I have a question.

Me: Okay, baby, I'm listening. What's your question.

Child: *deadly serious* Are ghosts... real?

Me: No baby, they're not real.

Child: *accusatory* Then why did you ask dad to look them up on his phone?

Me: *rapid mental flipping through the past few days* OH! I was wondering why people decided that "boo" was the noise that ghosts make, because I didn't know where that word came from and I was curious.

Child: So what was it?

Me: Nobody can agree on where it came from, so I still don't know why "boo" is the noise that people use for ghosts.

Child: How come you needed to know?

Me: I didn't need to, I was just curious and didn't want to forget to look it up later, so I asked Dad to check for me while my hands were busy. I just thought it would be fun to learn.

Child: But ghosts don't really say "boo" because they aren't real, so they don't really say anything?

Me: That's right. ... Have you maybe been feeling worried about gho--?

Child: *embarrassed teenager voice* GOOD NIGHT MOM YOU CAN GO NOW

[caitlynmeow]

This is child Bela you can’t change my mind 😭😭

[todayisafridaynight]

🧍‍♂️

[alwaysoc]

[phosphorus-noodles]

how do ren and oli meet in the toh au? is ren just in the woods and he finds this scrappy little kid with a bunch of red flags and go “well i can’t not adopt him now”?

- declawed anon

i talked abt it a bit in this post but he basically just stumbled upon him on his way home from work. it’s late at night, it’s raining, he’s tired, but he hears crying(/meowing??) coming from an alleyway and is like “. oh titan there’s a Child in this box- I can’t just leave him here!! :(” so he takes him home <3

and when he gets home his husband Martyn is like “hi honey how was work toda- IS THAT A CHILD.” “YES!!! 🤩🥰😎🔥💯”

[dewgongs]

ha

[trashiecat]

god i just need all of this to be over already !!!

i'm so tired, god, i am so tired of this. we can't keep doing this but i know we're going to. i know there's no fucking end until he just dies and that could be another ten fucking years.

i hate this. i hate this so bad. nothing in my life will ever suck this fucking much for this fucking long and there's just no end in sight.

[mildmayfoxe]

i always get resentful of people with free time to do things but it’s like bro. you’re the one who made your hobby into a second job. also you’re the one who comes home from work & only watches tv and plays on your phone. you could be playing video games too if you actually turned on a video game once in a while

[esoteric-altruism]

i fucking hate being an addict i fucking missed my shot last night instead of waiting for my bf to come home and do it for me. i’m so tired of this back and forth battle i keep having with myself. 5 fucking years of this shit i’m tired of breaking the promises i make to myself. why can’t i just get over it already? why couldn’t i just be normal

[actual-corpse]

Cat hole

[thrassisfras]

The Missouri AG needs to stop being such a petty little piece of shit.

[emmyrosee]

Fluffy fluffy prompt to hubby sukuna or whom ever you choose “awnn my poor baby come here” then he slowly walks towards you rubbing his eyes all soft and tired 🥺

There’s a low grumble behind you that snaps you out of your slicing of fruit, but you merely brush it off before moving onto the next strawberry.

Then, the grumble ripples through the air again, and you keep slicing, trying your best to ignore the noise.

It happens a third time. You giggle, “what, baby?” You put the knife down and turn to face Sukuna, arms crossing over your chest as you look him up and down.

He looks childish, with the comforter wrapped around his shoulders and hair ruffled around messily. His eyes are puffy from sleep and his cheeks hold a little flush, but his lips are still pouted in a scowl. “You left me alone in bed,” he grumbles. “I told you not to do that. Bed gets too cold.”

“Is that the only reason you don’t like me leaving the bed?” You ask, knowing the real answer. But you also know he’ll never say it. He’s stubborn like that.

He offers you a roll of his eyes, “yes, and I hate the cold. You’re aware of this.”

“My poor baby,” you tease, opening your arms for him to shamble into. “C’mere. Let me warm you back up from the mean, evil, cold covers.”

“You’d better,” he murmurs, stalking towards you and into your arms. He opens his own to reveal the corners of the blanket balled into his big fists, and when he embraces you, you’re shrouded in darkness but melting into the warmth that his chest brews. Your laugh softly, and burrow into his chest, which rumbles with a hum in confusion. "Somethin' funny under there?"

"Just dark," you say, wrapping your arms around his waist and gently squeezing him out of cute aggression. "I also can't really breathe, so-"

"Good," he says, resting his head on top of yours, tightening his arms to keep you in place. "Won't have to deal with your ass leaving the bed, messing up my sleep." You laugh some more, only to send a few pokes to his waist, making him jerk away from you and loosen his hold.

"Who's gonna cuddle you at night then?"

"I'm a man, I don't need cuddles."

When you do, however, try to get out of his arms, he grumbles and pulls you tighter again, with an annoyed grunt. "No."

"That's what I thought, Sukuna."

[vasattope]

I'm making myself sad by writing angst