#clean and tidy my home with me

[despairforme]

Chewing ice cubes like they're a snack.

[jackabbot]

One thing I really appreciate about the set designers on 911 is Buck's loft... because they're telling on him so hard without realising it lmao

like no offence, but have you ever been to a straight guy's bachelor pad? One where he lives alone? That doesn't look like that.

The furniture, the cleanliness, the apron and the gloves, the cooking supplies, the decorative items, the plants, the throw pillows and pictures on the wall... I'm sorry to generalise, but not many cishet guys care about any of this stuff.

[softshuji]

eldest daughter syndrome really do be kicking my ass tbh

[giddlygoat]

nothing better than cleaning a room and then getting to enjoy that clean room. my bedroom is still messy because i’m in the process of a move but today i grabbed up my pile of clean clothes off the floor and put them away. instantly felt better. i also cleaned the bathroom and it’s like suddenly all the mundane wonders of life have swarmed to greet me

[exopelagic]

okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy he’s actually just really cool

[dandyshucks]

my brethren i am going to be home alone for four days. heaven on earth. they say life is cruel, so how come i am winning so joyously ??

it is time to CLEAN and MAKE ART ‼️‼️‼️

[busylilbee]

I finally bought a real trash can for my kitchen after 5 years of living on my own and I finally feel closer to being a Real Adult

[lupismaris]

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[hwas]

i've never been happier for a fucking monday IN MY LIFE

[sharkieboi]

found the stupidest hack to finally wash my dishes and it’s literally just don’t change out of my work uniform when I get home

[dream-launch]

need something good to save me im having a shit dayyyy

[r4inbowv0lt]

god gives his toughest battles (going to sleep on time) to his weakest soldiers (ME)

[angelluvsrafe]

military!rafe when your son is rude to you

your son, jacob, is 6 years old. he’s a sweet little boy but he has his daddy’s temper. if you ask him to do something he doesn’t want to do you’ll definitely hear from him.

today, you asked him to clean up the living room as he had been playing all day, resulting in toys being scattered all over the floor.

“i’ll do it when i finish playing with my cars, momma…” he told you, not even looking up at you.

“you think you could do it now, baby? it’s nearly dinner time…” you kneel down next to him, speaking carefully as to not annoy him, because you were too tired for that this evening.

“i said after this, momma.” he sighs and continues playing.

“how about i help tidy? will that make it easier for you?” you tilt your head and stroke his hair.

“i said after mamma!” he snaps and stands up.

“please don’t speak to me like that, jacob. it’s rude…” you shake your head.

you don’t hear but rafe arrives home for the night, taking his boots off on the porch then stepping into the hall all he hears is jacob shouting.

“momma i don’t wanna! i hate you!” he yells, stomping his foot.

rafe immediately storms into the living room, standing in the doorway.

“the hell did you just say to your mother?!” he shouts, his southern drawl extra thick.

jacob gets a fright and immediately starts trying to backtrack on his words. he knows he messed up. his eyes are brimming with tears and he clasps his hands together over his belly.

“i was- i” he stutters,

“you wanna repeat what you just said?” rafe walks closer, resting a hand on your back.

jacob shakes his head sheepishly, letting the tears fall and rafe scoffs, shaking his head at his son’s audacity.

“of course you don’t, now apologise to your mother.” he demands, not braking his gaze on the boy.

“i’m sorry momma, i didn’t mean it! i love you so much… i don’t hate you…” he immediately blurts out and hugs you tight.

you wrap your arms around him too, kissing his cheek and wiping the tears.

“i know you didn’t mean it, but we have to think before we use nasty words like that… okay?” you rub his back.

“yes ma’am…” he sniffles.

“thanks baby, i love you…” you give him one last squeeze and he starts tidying up, wiping his face of tears.

“you’re too soft on him, sugar” rafe mutters and kisses your lips gently, squeezing your hip.

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[catbolt]

Sylus is attentive, extremely so. Nothing about you is secret from him, whether you wish it was or not. Since you've been together, you've found yourself a victim of his control-freak tendencies— the fact your location, step count, heart rate, and apartment security cameras had all become his personal business was something that took a while to get used to. He's respectful as he can be about it, regularly reminding you he does it only to make sure of your safety and always coming clean whenever he's been snooping. Over the months you've grown to find it endearing instead of creepy, because it makes crystal clear how he simply cares so damn much about you.

You can't hide from him, even when you want to the most. When you're holed up under the blankets in the dead of winter, the shitty weather and 4pm sunsets bringing out the worst of your depression, he texts: "Sweetheart, 150 steps? Am I reading this right?"

You cringe, wanting to disappear. "Stop tracking me," you respond back.

"Have you not gotten out of bed?" His follow up text comes in immediately, and then those three dots pop up on your screen again. He's not giving you a chance to respond with the "I'm fine" he already knows you've halfway typed out. "I'm coming over. No questions asked."

Before you know it he's at your door, making himself at home without asking, his care quiet and efficient. Mephisto keeps you company in bed, chirping and whirring on your nightstand as Sylus busies himself tidying the apartment. After a moment, Sylus brings you a glass of water, toothbrush and toothpaste from the bathroom, a hair tie— little things that make you feel a bit more like a person again.

He then slips into bed next to you, helping tie your hair back into a neat ponytail as you demolish the first glass of water you've had all day. You give him a wordless, grateful look.

"You know, I won't think you're weak if you ask me for help," he murmurs gently, his voice gravelly and tender. He squeezes your shoulder.

You want to tell him that you know, but that it's just really hard. He gives you a warm look that makes you feel like he's just read your insecurities like a book, his hand slipping into yours beneath the blankets. He intertwines his fingers with yours.

"This is why I keep tabs on you, sweetie. I need you to know that I'll always be here."

[A/N]: this a combination of some similar requests and an expansion on one of my sylus headcanons! if you sent a request along these lines hope you enjoy :)

[aro-aizawa]

god i love when i finally get round to doing stuff that i've been meaning to for 2+ years. it feels so satisfying but at the same time i have DESTROYED the surrounding area. i am so sorry mum your sewing room JUST got clean and here i am cluttering it up again lol