#stove ideas

[departmentofinteriors]

[io-lu-art]

me.

rn.

at 2 am.

[seiwas]

Hiya! I love your writing and I'm so glad to be seeing you on my dash bc I haven't in a while! For your writing revival game, can I suggest:

"Incandescent" and either Ushijima or Osamu?

hi cheesy! 🥹 this is so nice of you to say, thank you 🥹 i've been a bit on and off here and there over the past few months because work has just been so busy 🥺 but i'm glad to be back here too!! thank you for sending in a prompt 🥹

contains: established relationship, halloween outfits, miya dynamics

osamu + incandescent

there are a lot of reasons why atsumu loves you for his brother―you bring osamu food when he barely has time to eat in the shop, and you send picture updates in the group chat you have with the two of them and ma. you also give him your extra onigiri when osamu says he's had too much.

you're there for osamu in times when he can't be, and for that, he's grateful.

this time though, he thinks he might just be indebted to you.

"people're g'na ask ya to sit on me," osamu glances at your costume before staring at the mirror again. from the dining table across the room, atsumu is holding in his laugh, doing his best to keep the water in his mouth.

tonight is onigiri miya's annual halloween party, and you've managed to somehow convince osamu to dress as a burner―red incandescent light and all.

"so i will," you smile sweetly, adjusting the foam handle of your outfit. the theme for the party is: onigiri miya, and truly, what is more essential to the shop than an electric burner and its pan?

from the side of the room, you think atsumu nearly chokes.

"it'll be cute," you step towards him, reaching for the black switch along his hip, "plus, you even light up!"

in an instant, he glows red, the spiral pattern along his chest lighting up like an electric burner heating up. atsumu snorts, erupting into a fit of laughter as he slaps his knee.

"shit," he wipes a tear while holding up his phone camera, "can't wait f'ma to see this."

osamu looks at him from the mirror, deadpan, "yeah, show'er ya shitty dye job too."

because atsumu doesn’t look any better at all, dressed as none other than osamu for halloween―black long sleeves with an apron, a pair of gloves and osamu's actual work pants. the cap on top of his head rests on temporarily dyed jet black hair, but he's done it in such a haste that his blonde roots are still showing.

you laugh, never quite getting used to their antics despite being a witness to it for years. halloween with the twins is always a memory you look back on fondly, and you don't think this year will be any different at all.

[stove---top]

"What does God look like?"

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

It's so funny when people say things like "yeah well tenants don't have to deal with fixing maintenance issues themselves, being a homeowner is tough because you have to arrange for maintenance people to come and pay for it yourself"

Like where are these mythical landlords that promptly and efficiently address maintenance issues lmao. Yeah you have to coordinate it all and "pay for it yourself" as a homeowner, but I'd rather that and know I'm getting it taken care of than have to go back and forth with a landlord to get them to fix literally anything. Also, as a renter you ARE paying for it, with the rent. You think landlords are allowing themselves to lose money on maintenance issues lol?

It's like these people think you just call up your landlord and say something is broken and they go "ok I'll send someone over right away!" And the problem is fixed.

[just-another-obsessed-fangirl]

breaking hearts for the fun and it's bloody

day 7 of @jagertittyshipweek: blood (i know it's not day 7 yet, i was just too excited to wait)

bloodless human version here:

[thegeminisage]

sorry to boohoo whine woe is me but girl i am so sick to death of being hungry. every DAY you have to eat sometimes multiple times a day. and while i know how lucky i am that i have the means to acquire food my options are 1. eat junk food 2. go out of my house and spend 1 million dollars at some fast food chain i'm probably supposed to boycotting 3. remain hungry. and i have to make this decision multiple times a day!!!!!

[tiny-evillious]

allen. that face you make when the bat gives you another task actually fuck that in the middle of writing this my dad called and informed me that our electric kettle died guess we're boiling our water in a pot now

[dayurno]

on the topic of kevin smoking weed…what do you think his first time was like. do you think he got scared or do you think it completely mellowed him out for once?

HE GOT SCARED 🏃🏽🏃🏽🏃🏽🏃🏽🏃🏽 i think kevins first time smoking weed was in the nest because they were college aged after all and breaking the master’s rules is survival at one point or another. i don’t think riko was involved (imagine that) and that made kevin’s paranoia skyrocket, so when he does smoke he gets really afraid and anxious and it’s a total vibe killer. i can see kevin and jean smoking in the nest and immediately fucking like rabbits about it though

his Second time he does mellow out. the second time is with the monsters and andrew’s close supervision so when kevin does smoke he is well fed and hydrated and lying comfortably which makes the experience much better even if their weed is considerably cheaper. i dont think he does much then!!! nothing besides giggling at the ceiling and lying his head on andrew’s or nicky’s laps. for some reason i can see him trying to teach the monsters japanese nursery rhymes and accidentally making them all have children’s songs stuck in their heads for weeks

the REAL deal is when neil joins them though. neil’s overall anti drug behavior is very quickly put to test by a high as balls kevin day performing every increasingly ridiculous exy trick neil can come up with on court. an eye opener experience for neil

[shadowofroses]

I'm still thinking on a Half Sibling Gojo...

Like Satoru's father slept with a Maid without thinking of the consequence. Maid gets pregnant, but there is no reason to think the child is his, could be anyone's. Right? Child looks like the mother there is no say. However Satoru is then born. Nothing to think anything of it, other than the Maid encouraging their kid to play with Satoru. When asked why, she tells the Father "Is it not right that they get to know their brother?" When they are approximately five, (I would say same age, just Months difference, or a Year at most for the Half sibling)

Shit hits the fan and the Maid and the kid is *encouraged* to move away the Gojo Clan refusing to give the Maid money for such foolish "lies". Because Gojo was projected to be the Pride and joy with Both techniques. He can't have distractions. If the maid or the kid says something, consequences from the Gojo Clan.

(Half-Sibling) AKA Reader has a Cursed Technique but no one can teach them how to control it, cause their mother wanted them to have NOTHING to do with the Jujutsu Society.

Satoru Remembering Reader in his early life. He knows the reason they are gone is because of his father. So once he is old enough to figure stuff out on his own he does his research. Isn't it funny that your mother tried to legally change your last name to Gojo out of Spite early on in your life when the two of you got to America. And thanks to his father's overreaching it got denied.

That is how he tracked you down, and found you cashiering, doing something mundane. And one would say that you can't recognize someone after a good 20 years. But he would recognize you anywhere.

Gojo wants to get to know you again, and wants to be your brother. Cause despite the time that has past You were still the most consistent family he had in his life. Which was pretty damn sad.

And he convinces you to come back to Japan, you have nothing actually tying you down to America. He could teach you how to properly handle your Cursed Technique. You don't need to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer. He would take care of you. You question about his father and he only says one thing. 'If he's dumb enough to say anything in front of me I'll handle it.'

Safety wise however, it's safer to stay under your mother's last name. Safer to not say you were related. Who knows what kind of assassination or kidnappings would happen if they knew? Is Satoru being Selfish? Yes.

But out of ALL the people to figure it out. No one would have suspected Sukuna to connect the dots. Maybe even Geto(Before Kenjaku). But I didn't think that far into things yet. No idea of pairings as of yet.

[talistheintrovert]

massive salute to every American responding to these tags to tell me they are not disgusting heathens and therefore own electric or stovetop kettles

y'all are some real ones. thank you for not letting me reduce all americans and reminding me that some of you have sense 🙏🤌

[departmentofinteriors]

swedish cabin

[teaandinanity]

Experiencing a truly unholy amount of joy at being able to use my stove and oven again for the highest purpose of a kitchen: Making Soup.

[wren-of-the-woods]

I was singing along to Fair today and I noticed something fascinating: it's possible that there are three characters in the song: "I," "he," and "she."

Most of the first-person material in the song is in the form of quotations (e.g. and he'll say "it's not fair how much I love you"). We certainly have two characters, "he" and "she", who speak to each other throughout the song.

At the beginning and the end, however, something different might be going on. The song opens with a few verses in first person with no reference to "he" or "she" (It's what my heart just yearns to say...the reason I was born). Because Joey Batey is singing, it's easy to assume that this is "he" narrating. That may be the intention. It's interesting, though, that directly after this it switches to third person: Cos outwardly he says I try so hard to make you laugh at me / And she, she does, she laughs...

A similar thing happens at the end, starting with "how unfair they'll sing." This verse is narrated by an outside perspective: something looking in on the couple from outside. Fascinatingly, the chorus that comes after this is the only one that does not begin with a dialogue tag, simply saying "it's not fair." It's almost like that first line is a moment of the narrator's perspective before it switches back to dialogue between the characters.

Is this narrator a different person, perhaps a friend of the couple? Is it the world? Is it destiny? Is it the stars that hum and hear them? Regardless, they seem to be just as in love with the story and the people as the couple are with each other, and I think that's beautiful.

TLDR: The narrator in Fair may be a seperate entity from the characters within the song, but they are just as in love with the story as the characters are with each other.

[elftwink]

actually i think that stove metaphor works for other things also. ive had problems with emotional regulation my entire life and when i was much younger i would melt down for reasons that at the time were completely opaque and it took me YEARS to even be able to understand why that was happening to me. to this day it is not always easy but i have obviously needed to monitor my behaviour for impact on others. it does, very often, feel like im standing in front of a hot stove with the dial broken off. i can clear the area, i can disconnect the stove from the power source, i can place something on it to cook and use that energy for something, but i cannot turn the stove off. i never have been able to and i probably never will. a perpetually on stove definitely has the capacity to hurt people, and i try to be careful to not let that happen. but the entire time im doing this everyone around me is like uhm??? just turn the stove off??? dont you know it's dangerous to have a lit stove all the time.... & like yeah obviously. its not like fun for me to manage this. so ill be like well the dial is broken and theyre like thats not really an excuse just turn the stove off & im like what do you mean thats not an excuse i literally cannot control it and theyre like well you should be able to look i can move my dial. and im like...... ok..... and then i go back to managing my lit stove

& many people are convinced that the stove isnt even on (or that it was on in the past but now that ive grown up im able to turn it off) and when im like hey. dont touch the stove. its hot and its on. theyre like uhmm no its not you're lying it doesn't LOOK like its on and you can just turn it off. and then they touch it and theyre like OUCH YOU BURNED ME!! THAT HURT!! & its like yeah..... i told you the stove is on....... and theyre like i cant believe you would do this how could you just KEEP your STOVE on what is WRONG with you & it longer matters that the dial was broken or that i warned them several times the stove was on and detailed the exact consequences of touching it. because i should just turn off the stove.

[notquiteaghost]

hymn by the narcissist cookbook is an album about grief, & dissociation, & art as a coping mechanism – when you make a piece of art to cope with something but it's also an avoidance tactic because by putting the something into an art piece you are removing it from yourself. listening to this album makes my ears ring. i hadn't for a hot minute and i just did and i started thinking how i could do a similar thing but with poems, by which i mean i could make a collection of poems that are me attempting to process my feelings about my dad and also pull those feelings out entirely so i don't have to keep carrying them, i could do that without writing anything new. i have never deleted a poem. i have poems from before i realised i have cptsd that are about my having cptsd.

and. ha. i already have a collection of poems about using poetry as a coping mechanism. it's five years old. it includes the lines "therapy is recognising what’s gone wrong and working to fix it / poems do not make good therapists" because all i do is realise something and then forget and then months later realise again from scratch and then forget again, repeat ad infinitum. i am so convinced, deep down, that if i just write thee poem it will fix me. i can actually excise the infection and then it will be gone and i'll be fine. the one human alive who isn't still haunted by their childhood, because i trapped the ghosts in a poem. i definitely can't think of a popular poem about how this exact thing is impossible!

and now i am avoiding my actual point. because i listened to the album about grieving for a father and drew comparisons to my own feelings for my own father and my father is alive. right now, he is alive and he is probably awake and i could call him and he would answer and be happy to talk. the actual solution to the parts of my childhood festering in me sepsis-like is to sit my father down and get him to admit to fucking me up. and. well. i would really rather write another poem.