#whenever they come over to his house

[emphistic]

Toji's the type of dad that's super, super cringe.

When he gets invited to a Christmas performance at Megumi's school, Toji makes sure he's the loudest man in the crowd by far. He's standing up, he's yelling, he he's hollering, and he's clapping obnoxiously.

And don't even get me started on him bringing a camera, because he is, and always will.

The quality is always dogshit, but the video recording is clear enough that you can see the prominent scowl on Little Megumi's face as he's dressed up as a Christmas tree and singing some song from Charlie Brown.

[daniclaytcn]

personally i like to think that eddie secretly kept buck's drawing of a heart and he takes it out and looks at it whenever he has a bad day because it makes him smile :)

[musubiki]

Didn’t you say once that Oscar was the one who like inherited or bought the place that they run the shop out of and live in? So… is Oscar technically the boss cause he owns the place?

THAT WAS AN IDEA I HAD YEAH!!!!!!!!! i do think its a very funny idea if mochi does not actually own the lease to the building so one of them has the leverage to hold it over her head. cant be mean to oscar otherwise hes gonna kick us out LOL

but i think she does own the actual shop!!! hed be more like a landlord at that point

i had that idea back before lime joined the m34th because reasonably at that point oscar would be the only one with actual income, but actually now that lime has a really good job it wouldnt be too farfetched to say that hes the one who bought the house........hm.....

[tommygotwrittenoff]

things i think buddie would argue about after moving in together: buying organic, the tupperware cabinet, couch throw pillows, the coffee maker

[rupertholmes]

i think if you grew up in my household you would have put a gun to my mom and dad's heads already

[tittyinfinity]

Me: Hey, please don't message/call me multiple times when I'm not responding, I don't have social energy every day and it gives me anxiety when the notifications pile up

Person: ok, this means still call & message you through text and messenger repeatedly, but this time I'll start off my messages with "I'm not trying to invade your space..." "I know you're an introvert but..." "Sorry I'm calling but I know sometimes you need a little push to be social..."

[sunxdusk]

Briengr adopting all the orphans he'd found in all corners of Skyrim because no child deserves to go hungry in a war-torn country.

Lucia: A young Imperial orphan girl who sells flowers from her basket and Briengr's "firstborn" daughter. Every morning, Briengr would pay her a visit, buy her breakfast, and play with her before eventually going on a random quest to earn enough gold to buy her dresses and dolls. When he became Thane of Falkreath, he built Lakeview Manor with his own two hands, immediately adopted her, and moved her into their new home, where she now thrives as a happy and healthy child with a love for swordplay and thirst for adventure just like her Papa.

Alesan: A Redguard child whose father died from some unknown ailment and was forced to work as an errand boy to keep himself fed. Briengr found the poor thing sleeping on the cold floor of the local inn shivering with fever, immediately scooped him up his arms, and brought him back to Lakeview Manor, caring for the sickly child until he was strong enough to sit up in bed. Like Lucia, he grew into a robust and energetic pup, spending his days learning to play the lyre and developing a keen interest in song and poetry.

Blaise: A Breton whose parents were soldiers, killed in action, Blaise was given work as a stable boy on Katla's Farm, where he was given food and clothing, but not a roof over his head because apparently, helpless orphans should sleep outside with the animals. Briengr was enraged when he discovered the lad sleeping with the pigs. After a yelling match between him and Katla that involved the patrolling armed guards threatening to arrest him for causing a disturbance, Briengr gently grabbed the little Breton by the hand and whisked him away to his new home. Blaise is the only one of Briengr's children who does not call Briengr "Papa" because he still misses the parents that he lost. However, he deeply admires Briengr and views him as a mentor, learning archery from the elf so that he may one day be a Hunter like him.

Sofie: A little Nord girl who, like Lucia, peddled flowers to feed herself and slept in front of the New Gnisis Cornerclub to keep warm. Briengr adopted her a little out of guilt because her father was a Stormcloak soldier who died in the war. There's a very STRONG possibility that Briengr may have killed him due to his hatred for the Stormcloaks, and seeing that his hate led to a child being orphaned, he adopted her on the spot. Sofie isn't the favorite because Briengr has no favorites and loves his children equally, but anyone with eyes can see that he has much more in common with her due to their shared Nordic heritage. A bright and inquisitive child, Sofie enjoys embroidery, singing, dancing, and alchemy. Wants to become a famous Alchemist one day and use her potions to heal the sick.

[babyboybuckley]

Ok I would like to say something but it's a bit heavy so I'm gonna say it in the tags

[thotsfortherapy]

y'all I have finally breached the subject of my terrible housemate with the other ppl we live with (who are also close mutual friends) and they have also noticed the weird vibes and are siding with me... Which is very big for them cause they hate confrontation and admitting that there is any sort of problem so 👀👀 it feels like things are Happening

[chisatowo]

Puting Mafuyu in a different school in the unit swap au is very funny to me cause for Mizuki it means that not only do they not befriend Rui but Mafuyu does before they ever even have a conversation with him. Which tbf is still only after their initial unit story but still

[nomairuins]

im so proud of little mann hes made friends with a few of rhe kids in the neighborhood :]

[whateveriwant]

I know I’ve already gone on and on about what it’s like to have a size difference with Simon Riley, but I’m sorry, I just will never get over how big and strong this man is.

Like I feel like sometimes his size gets lost on us since he’s surrounded by other tall, buff military guys all the time. But y’all, I’m telling you, this man is big. Like 6’4, 250+ pounds, big enough to eclipse the sun big.

With a man that big, it honestly doesn’t even matter what size you are because he’s always going to be bigger and stronger than you anyway. You can be tall, short, stocky, thin, whatever, and this man is still fully capable (and willing? 👀) of snapping you in half like a twig.

Are you worried about potential home invaders? Well, you shouldn’t be. One quick flick of his wrist and he’s breaking the neck of anyone who tries to threaten you. Did you accidentally lock yourself out of the house? Well, don’t bother calling a locksmith. There’s no lock left to pick after he’s just caved the door in with his foot. Do you have a really stubborn jar you’re struggling to open? Well, hand it over, love. He can crack that sucker open in half a second flat.

But Lord, don’t even get me started when it comes to all the ways Simon uses that strength of his in the bedroom.

Like when he tells you to sit on his face so he can eat you out. Don’t even try it with that nervous, hovering, “I’m too heavy, Si,” bullshit. You better sit your ass down right when and where he tells you to or he’ll hold you down by the hips until he’s had his fill.

Or when, after a night of heavy flirting and teasing, he’s got that look in his eye as he corners you against your entryway wall. Don’t be surprised when one moment your feet are firmly planted on the ground, and the next you’re lifted into the air, your legs slung over his arms as he drills into you like you’re his own little fuck puppet.

Or when he’s got you spread out on his bed, got your knees up by your ears, got the backs of your thighs burning in a way that’s matched only by how your walls have to stretch to take his thick cock. Don’t think he’s being mean or malicious when he sees your eyes well with tears but does nothing to change the way he’s fucking down into you. It’s not that Simon doesn’t care whenever you cry and quiver and plead with him to go easier on you, it’s that he knows the truth. He knows that, deep down, you love when he handles you like he isn’t afraid to break you.

[je-suis-problematique]

Our Inner World (which we refer to as the Otherworld) is very vast but it has two sort of "epicenters" where most alter activity takes place and those are the cities of Chicago and New York. About 90% of alter activity takes place in Chicago because most of our system resides in Chicago (and some in Pawnee) while the remaining 10% are split into the 5% that live in New York and the 5% that live in entirely different places (like those who live in the Void, in Hell, or their own little pocket worlds). I am originally from Chicago, then after some time I moved to New York (around the time of Kura's conception), and then back to Chicago following the breakup with our partner system. While I lived in New York I basically just kicked Kakuzu out of the house we bought together and claimed it for myself but after the breakup with our partner system (and Kakuzu's return from "intensive care") I gave him his house (and his cats) back and took my family with me to my hometown, found a big enough house that can accommodate around five people at the very least (and like four dogs), and that's been our home ever since. All of my friends and all of my other partners (those who don't live with me) are in Chicago and it's just way more familiar to me, I'm a drive away from everywhere important and I just.... prefer it there. Chicago's my personal playground.

Moving back to Chicago meant that instead of working with Quinn (the New York Agency branch's Director) I'm gonna have to be working with Garrett instead and it's less than ideal because Garrett was the one who terrorized the entire system for months just to entertain himself but it's either trying to find a way to tolerate Garrett's antics or never going back out on the field, so. Gonna have to just grit my teeth through it and make sure Kovacs doesn't try to kill Garrett or something. But either way it's nice to be back. I missed Chicago, as chaotic as it is.

– Chris

[amaranthinespirit]

simon riley has an obsession on showering with you.

you can never shower alone when this man is home. it is literally impossible. whenever the knob is turned and water is spewing from the shower head, it's like shaking a bag of treats because without fail, he'll stomp across the house.

but he's silent about it, somehow, despite his size. he'll creep up behind you, the bathroom door left open because it's just you two in the house, and find his arms around your waist.

he would press kisses to your bare shoulder, unironically mumble into your skin, "showerin' wit'ou me, luv?" his voice low and gruff, his hands wandering and pawing at your bare flesh before taking a step back to pull his shirt over his head.

usually, showers with simon go one of two ways.

the first of the two is when you've had a particularly rough day, desperately in need of a hot shower to rid your muscles of all the tension in your body.

so when simon enters the bathroom, your body more rigid than normal when he finds himself attaching to your back, he knows not to fuck with you. he learned this the hard way.

instead he'll massage your sore muscles, peppering soft kisses along your shoulders before helping you into the shower. he'll wash your hair for you, nails gently scratching at your scalp. he chuckles, a sound rumbling deep in his chest as he watches your eyes flutter shut and a low hum vibrate from your lips. his thumbs massaging either side of your temple before rinsing the suds from your hair.

he'll turn you around, your back flush against his broad chest as he lathers soap along your skin, muttering praises in your ear as his hands non-sensually rub your skin clean.

helping you back out, he wraps a towel around your wet skin, making sure that it's firmly around your body before turning his back to run a hot bath for you to relax in, a well-known routine at this point.

a few minutes pass, the bath is hot and full. he holds out his hand for you to take, helping you step into the bathroom and taking the towel from you. he loves the sighs that fall from your lips, the way you lay back further into the water as he finds himself sitting on the edge. his hand reaching for your hand as he rubs the strands between the pads of his fingers.

he'll listen to your day, only humming in response as he lets you be the one to do all the talking.

then there's the other times you shower with simon. the times when you aren't a heap of stress, body malleable under his rough hands as he fondles your skin. you haven't even stepped into the shower yet, and he's already got his paws on you.

and it gets worse in the shower. he constantly hovers over you, to the point where you can't even wash up as he rubs his cock between your thighs, your folds parting alongst his length.

he'll hum appreciatively, his forearm crossed against your collarbone, his other hand groping your breast, fingers pinching at the sensitive bud. his lip quirks at the soft mewls falling from your lips, his hips slapping against the plush of your rear.

depending on how he's feeling, he'd either have you on your knees in front of him, his body blocking the onslaught of water cascading down onto the two of you. his hand tangled in your soaked hair with your plush lips wrapped around the leaking head of his red, angry cock, soft, pink tongue licking away his arousal.

he won't make it that easy because it wasn't long until he was down your throat, blood further rushing to his dick as he saw the way your throat bulged because of him. grunts and groans falling from his lips as he thrust his hips further, your nose grazing the skin as the base of his heavy cock and his balls lightly slapping your chin.

saliva leaked from your lips, choking slightly as you looked up at him with tear pricked eyes. he loved the way you felt around him, the way your throat constricted and squeezed him, especially as you gagged on him.

but he's not mean, he'll praise you for taking him so well, the hand in your hair coming down to stroke your cheek, trailing down your jaw. he'll come down your throat, deep moans he couldn't hold back escaping his lips.

or he'll have you pressed against the shower wall, faced smushed into the cold tile. it made you shiver, your nipples hardening as his rough hand was less than gentle rubbing at your weeping cunt. his fingers pinched at your clit, sticky arousal coating his skin.

it wasn't long until he sank himself into your velvety walls, giving you no time before he was plowing his hips into your welcoming cunt. his meaty cock stretching out your walls, bulbous tip kissing your cervix, you're sure it's bruised.

both of his hands are around your throat, pulling you back to meet him halfway as he feels the vibrations of your moans under his palms. his pace is relentless and violent, pent-up.

and he does not last long, he doesn't try to when he has you all to himself for later.

there are no cons to showering with simon, especially since he's able to put up with the scalding, volcanic temperature you put the water to!

[tittyinfinity]

Neighbors on my block & neighbors on my friend's block have decided to make free-roaming dogs a thing.

My friend's next door neighbors don't have a fence and they don't tie their dog up. He's a medium-sized mutt. My friend can't take her dogs outside without this dog rushing up and jumping on them. She can't take her 3 year old outside at all. Quote her neighbors, "Oh, he's friendly!" My poor friend is too nice to stand up to it; I've offered to step in but she doesn't want the drama. Any time I drive to her house, the dog is just walking around the block, digging & shitting in people's yards, absolutely zero regard for what this dog is getting up to.

Like how can you look at your dog pouncing on someone, freaking out their dog and their kid, and go "oh, it's okay if he jumps on you with his sharp-ass claws because he's friendly" ????????

Now, my neighbors here on my block have two huge dogs, a black lab and a golden retriever. I saw them roaming around in yards together and decided to stop to see if I could rescue them. They started digging under a neighbor's fence. Then I heard whistling from a few houses down – the neighbors calling the dogs to come back. They did run back to their owners, but they went right back to letting them go wherever they wanted. (These are the same neighbors that will park multiple trucks in the middle of our narrow road, blocking it to where you have to drive around the block the other way to get around them, and they're well known scammers with horrible reviews on the company they own. So it doesn't surprise me at all that they don't give a shit. Everyone on our block talks about how much they can't stand them.)

Like, it's already dumb enough to let your cats free roam outside when there's god damn roadkill all over the place, but fucking DOGS? We're not in the country! We're in the fucking city! WE'RE NEXT TO AN EXPRESSWAY AND A HIGHWAY!

Just fuck anyone who has small children, huh? They can't go outside if dogs are jumping on them. What about people's cats? The stray cats in the neighborhood? Are the dogs just gonna leave them alone? And then people's yards & gardens too! Digging under fences, digging up flowerbeds, leaving holes in the yard that our elderly neighbors could trip on....

How could you not care????

[cherrygirlfriend]

passenger princess pairing: sunshine!reader x grumpy!rafe synopsis: no one touches your side of the car warnings: fluff! wc: 700 this was such a cute little idea, i loved it!!! this is for the baddies that refuse to get a license ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ thank you for requesting!

whenever you'd come up with some new, ridiculous way to 'tune up' what you had deemed your side of his car, rafe would act like it was such a bother; like he really didn't get why you felt the need to be doing all that.

rafe's side of the car was, well, normal. sure, he had a few documents he kept in the driver's seat sun visor, but everything else was sleek, normal, but your side was like a kindergartner's dream come true. it got so ridiculous that you had a fluffy blanket you'd stuffed into the glove compartment, conveniently ignoring the gun he kept there. sure, that came in use for car quickies, but most of the time it was just there for when you felt like... napping.

the dashboard had a bunch of stickers as well as some of those weird furry toys (calico crits or some shit) along with those weird little babies with fruits on their heads; you'd put blu-tack on their feet to make sure they stayed in their rightful places. even the cup holder was taken over by a little plushie, and he'd basically had to argue for you to not get a pink cover for the steering wheel; that ended up with you giving him the silent treatment for a week until he showed up behind your door with more ridiculous trinkets for your side of the car.

secretly, he liked the fact that there was your side of the car, that even when you weren't there, he could still see traces of you everywhere.

rafe let out a small sigh, tapping his long digits against the steering wheel, glancing down at his watch the longer it took barry to get there; finally, he saw the man getting out of his trailer, letting out a low "fucking finally..." while barry opened the door to rafe's car, his eyes immediately landing on the crap on your side of the car. "don't ask."

"wasn't gonna." barry huffed in amusement, getting into the decorated side of the car, and rafe wished he wasn't in such a hurry, the sight being so ridiculous. "you're whipped, huh?"

"what are you talking about?" rafe scoffed, the car lurching forward as he started it, barry adjusting the cute seat cover you'd recently bought, letting out a small tut. "i wouldn't do that." but before rafe could stop barry from further meddling with your settings, he'd already started adjusting the seat, making him groan internally.

"are you gonna get shit for it?"

"obviously." rafe scoffed, "and you will too. it took her, like, a month to adjust it to be comfortable. so stop touching her shit."

still, barry continued looking at the little trinkets you kept on your side of the car, taking one of those weird fruit babies and toying with it, letting out a small snort, but when they pulled up in front of an unfamiliar house instead of the house party rafe had told him they'd be going, barry looked at the blonde with furrowed brows, who simply scratched the back of his neck.

"don't tell-"

before he could finish his sentence, barry was startled by the sound of a knock on the passenger seat window, and when he turned around, you were standing there, mouthing something.

"she's saying you're in her seat." rafe muttered under his breath, barry laughing at this; it was getting more and more ridiculous by the minute.

"whipped. w-h-i-p-p-e-d." barry slapped rafe's shoulder, making the blonde roll his eyes as barry got out of the passenger's seat.

"hi." you said with an excited smile as you climbed onto your side of the car, pressing a soft kiss on rafe's stubbled cheek, all the while barry climbed into the backseat, feeling like he was a damn kid getting a ride to school from his parents.

however, as you tried to settle onto your usual seat, you looked between the two men with narrowed eyes, your glossed lips pursing into a pout, rafe feeling like he might burn under your gaze.

"did he mess with my seat?"

"i told him not to!"

"barry!" you exclaimed, your keen eyes landing on the dashboard, noticing that something was missing; you turned around to face him, a sheepish grin on barry's face.

"barry, give me the angel back!"