#time to clean and then breakfast

[jojasimp]

I made this phone insert but it's too large for my case so until I figure out how to make it work I'm making you guys look at it

[kalied0skull]

who woulda thought all my problems with the temperature in my room immediately got better as soon as i moved the fan to a new spot

I'm

facepalms

[lupismaris]

ngl there is something magical about the moment a new dose of meds hits properly for the first time, like a radio dial finally finding the right frequency

[leconcombrerit]

Waaaaaaah and what with the endless ordeal of having to go to work and see people uh what about it can we just not

[yinyuedijun]

good morning yydj nation I hope everyone is doing good 🌞🌞🌞 dropping off chia pudding and iced coffee at everyone's desks !!!!!

[skinreflectsthesun]

Good food good mood 😍😍

[fillyreports]

Sometimes it feels like it'll never get better and you'll always be the same amount of sad and stuck in place, and then before you know it you'll wake up feeling good for no particular reason. You use every bit of energy you have to force yourself to be positive and optimistic and suddenly you find, on certain days, it comes naturally.

[lordsardine]

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[kalied0skull]

cracks knuckles

it's unfortunately that time again where i decide i should probably clean out my inbox because I've finally gotten bored of being in the corner only to maybe make like 3 sounds and then disappear again

so

just as mandatory headsup as i always do, apologies in advance for the spam 💀

[brown-little-robin]

what is UP everyone I just finished my very first one-shot fic EVER!!

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

slowly building back up now that i'm in a healthier environment....been cooking breakfast and sometimes lunch for my partners, making my own food, cleaning what i can, studying when i can...

idk, it's just a pretty big leap from being functionally bedridden and i'm relieved that it's possible to rebuild this much in basically a single month. i was kinda worried i'd never recover, so this is promising \o/

[robinsnest2111]

idk how he does it but my father is so good at dealing me psychic damage by simply existing and doing his thing

I'm trying to stay as unbothered and tolerant as I can, but he and my mother are the only 2 people in my life who manage to make me feel unparalleled amounts of rage deep within my soul...

[my--possession]

would lowkey sell my firstborn to a sketchy figure i've never met in exchange for doordash rn

[indecisive-dizzy]

read a kinda dumb article that me thinking.

Do you clean up your table when at a restaurant? (clean spills/return condiments/stack plates) Push in your chair when you leave?

because this author found the simple act of pushing in your chair to be baffling. Ma'am I am baffled.

I understand these things are often different outside the US. Feel free to talk about your country/culture's restaurant etiquette in the replies it'll be super cool to see/learn! :]

[wystiix]

Early morning, when dawn is just starting to creep over the horizon, when you and the world are still deep in slumber, is Robin’s favourite time of day. She’s always been one to rise with the sun, stirring as the first rays of light slide into the room. There’s a soft, delicate sort of peace that can only be found in the early hours of the morning, where it feels like time ticks slower, as if the moment is hers and hers alone.

It’s bliss, letting the birdsong and cool air wake her. Still drowsy, she stretches her hands above her head, eyes half-lidded and blinking away the blur from her vision. She presses her hand to her lips to stifle a yawn, before glancing over at the other side of the bed. 

If Robin had to pick a favourite part of waking up early, she wouldn’t hesitate to choose the first moment of the day where she looks over and sees you. You, with your sleepwear all creased from shifting around during the night, your relaxed face devoid of any stress lines, your evened-out breathing making your chest rhythmically rise and fall. She adores every side of you, but the sweet, sleepy state you’re in when she first wakes up is the most beautiful of all.

But today, she only finds a dent in your pillow and a rumpled blanket tossed aside, with you notably missing. All of the traces of lethargy in her body disappear, and she jolts up in alarm. You never wake up before her, nevermind leave before her. It was beyond out of the ordinary for her to wake up alone, with no slumbering body by her side.

Robin rose from the bed, sliding her feet into her slippers. Her footsteps were light, barely making a sound as she walked through the hallway, following the distant sound of music. 

She pushed open the kitchen door to find a curious sight: you were by the stovetop, leaning over a frying pan with a spatula in your hand. There was a tray adorned with a plate stacked high with pancakes, a glass of water beside, and her favourite golden syrup. On the corner of the bench, your record player was crooning out an upbeat love song, the tune echoing sweetly across the room.

“Oh,” You turn as she enters, smiling at at her. “Good morning.”

“My darling,” Robin sighs as she walks over, resting her cheek against your shoulder and sliding her arms around your waist. “I didn’t see you when I woke up. I was worried.”

You hum, turning the stove off and draping your arms around her neck. “I’m sorry, I woke up early and thought I’d cook breakfast.”

Robin inhaled, sighing again at the heavenly smell. She pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, murmuring into your skin. “Don’t apologize, lovely. They smell delicious.”

The pancakes are sweet, the texture soft and melting in her mouth. As you eat, the record continues to play, switching to a soft ballad, one that was playing the first night you met. Between bites, Robin steals glance after glance across the table, watching you take sips from your drink and bites from your food. 

Somehow, all the mundane moments were the times that made her heart flutter the most. You falling asleep on her shoulder in the middle of a movie, the pair of you cooking dinner together every night, even just doing laundry while you idly told her about your day, every second she got to spend at your side was the highlight of her day. 

It was almost possible to imagine her life before you came into it, before you became such an important part of her daily routine. It was clear to anyone that bothered to look that she loved you, adored you so much more than words could describe. There was no one, no one at all that she’d rather spend her time with.

“What’s with that look?” You ask, rousing her from her daydream. “Do I have something on my face?”

Robin shakes her head quickly, laughing under her breath. “Oh no, nothing like that. I’m just glad to have breakfast with you.”

Any time of the day spent with you was perfect, but mornings like these were priceless.

- 🕸️

oh my god.

web anon im gonna kiss u what the hell i just woke up to this /pos.

allow me to read and put my commentary on the tags

[toytulini]

i have got to go to bed i have got to get stuff done