#time to clean and then breakfast

[of-stars-and-pens]

I’m on mobile so if it’s linked somewhere I am so sorry.

Where can we send mail to? I found a postcard a while back that made me think of you but had no clue where to send it or even if there was a place to send it so I didn’t purchase it. (Big regret. A short while after I started using postcards as book marks because my box of bookmarks failed to have anything that matched the book I had started reading.)

Hello Mr. Gaiman, silly question but how often would you say you. read mail. In the not general but instead fan way (only asking because I sent a letter ending in my own struggles in sending a letter and I don't really know what ever happened to it) (though I perhaps should have included in the letter the fact that I may never really know what happened to that letter).

I spontaneously remembered today it was something I sent a bit ago, though it seems odd and a little rude to ask about randomly like this. (Maybe the letter has gone forever and it's on it's own journey now. Perhaps it will come to visit me again in the future.)

(Sorry, if I don't end this ask right now I'm going to get super emotional about the adventures my letter is going on, as if it were a child) (thank you)

Due to COVID and people having to be in other places due to family things, the LA office wound up basically being empty for two years, and we've just closed it for a while. Everything was packed up and a lot of it was sent to me. It arrived a few days ago. Lots of boxes, and many of those boxes contain letters and suchlike things that were sent to me over the last few years. So now I just need to start working my way through them.

Definitely not odd or rude to ask.

[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

[skinreflectsthesun]

Good food good mood 😍😍

[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/

[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

[wall-eye]

I wish my (OLDER) brother was like. Able to do basic things without me supervising him. I asked him to sweep and mop while I worked yesterday and he Slept All Day instead so I had to make sure he did it today (even tho I took today off because it's my 6th month anniversary and I wanted to spend as much time with my joyfriend as possible and they were having a shitty day so it was good that i did)

Tell me why he didn't know to *move the dog bed and temporary table* in the kitchen to get under them, why he laid down to nap after barely sweeping (at the same time he *went to sleep yesterday*), why he tried to nap Again after he broke two mops and only got a third of the way through the floor. Tell me why he got MAD cause I wasn't "doing anything" when I was making him do things (I cleaned the shower and replaced the blinds in the bathroom and had him and my sister each clean a third of it last week, I helped him clean his own room monday, I cleaned up and vacuumed the living room, I DIRECTED HIM ON EVERY STEP, I gave him 20 bucks of my *work lunch money* to get a new mop, me and my sister washed all the rugs, I cleaned my own room, me and my sister brought in the chairs and table ectectECT)

I'm making him do all this because we are Hosting. Thanksgiving. TOMORROW.

[siffrins-therapist]

Me: "wtf my head hurts I'm dizzy I feel ill im shaking wtf???"

Me: "... wait did i eat today?"

[queenerdloser]

my issue with cleaning is that it takes me FOREVER to get up the motivation to do it. like there's nothing that takes as much effort to get past my executive dysfunction except maybe. cooking. (because i hate them both.) but when i actually get started and force myself through it for longer than like 15m? holy shit i can clean forever. i will clean forever. i have done my gross apartment that hasn't been cleaned in like four months in one (1) day multiple times because of this.

[supercantaloupe]

this is crazy but you know what i miss. good hotel breakfasts.

[orcelito]

Overthinking and being anxious about what "by the end of the week" means if an orchestra professor says it to you. If I wanted to be safe, it'd be Today. But I've been so busy I haven't managed to start practicing yet and my Damn landlord scheduled a showing for today, so I have to clean.

It'd be easiest if I could just do it tomorrow. But thinking about it more, I'm like... I don't wanna risk stretching my luck, yknow? So maybe I should just. Do it today. Which in terms of time, I've got a good amount of it, but I also can't be playing my violin too late bc im in a damned apartment 😭😭😭 so that's a factor too....

Idfk man. I should just get up and start my day.

[vampmilf]

killing myself in front of my boss to change the trajectory of her life forever

[rosalinesurvived]

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Hngngng my ADP apointment isn't thorough another fortnight but I just realised what a FANTATSIC birthday present thst getting sorted would be bc the first payout would be backdated *months*

[madowperle]

mornings