#SO DAMN DOMESTIC

[kellohara]

1/20/2023

[solomiracle]

i just know that whenever solomon gets a text from you about doing some cute married couple-eqse thing together he has to fight the urge to giggle and kick his legs

[angryhuangyu]

Day 1 Harringrove week: Song prompt "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston

[babygirlmickey]

[koumeowkami]

COZMEZ AND THEIR MICROWAVE SHENANIGANS ARE BACK

[mythallia]

gavin likes vacuuming because you can’t spell vacuum without cuum

[frostleni]

hi hi hi I love your art smmmm

I was wondering if you could draw rei a little chubby? I’m obsessing over the abs begone piece you did :)))))))))))))))

Just my hc of Rei softening up post ep 12 + being domestic + staying strong 💪

ALSO THANK YOU ANON HEHE this wasn't really what you asked for but it is a part of the same idea lol

[fatuismooches]

EVEN MORE CUTE DOTTORE MOMENTS TO MAKE YOU SMILE 🙏 (because I am too tired to post anything of quality)

[painalotwww]

[cherryblossomfaewilds]

real talk who else put the "study" room in their Tarrey Town house specifically for Zelda to use after Link saved her

[splickedylit]

excerpting

Domestic Diplomacy II is turning out to be even more "splickedy gratuitously gets caught in the weeds of xenosociology and alien language barriers, the fic sequel" and tbh I'm not mad about it

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“Oh, your moirail!” says Jade, and bounces upright, ignoring John’s wary little soft human cautionary hiss.  To your vague surprise, she’s apparently learned enough not to do the human holding-out-a-hand gesture they usually do when they’re introduced; she clasps her hands in front of her, nonexistent claws politely folded in, and ducks her head briefly forward and to one side, careful not to jab at him with her nonexistent horns. 

It's a pretty passable greeting—for a social equal, which is its own bizarre issue, considering he’s a highblood.  But relatively non-offensive, for a human, and fortunately for her she’s picked a highblood who isn’t likely to give a shit.  Gamzee laughs out loud and gives his own lazy-ass version of a greeting back, a vague twist of his wrists and dip of his head, condescending to use an equal’s greeting back at her.   When he says “Gamzee Makara,” there’s a hint of a threatening buzz to it, a testing you should know to respect me warning—you could have told him she’d show absolutely no sign of hearing it, which is exactly what happens.

“I’m Jade Harley!  I meet you,” Jade says, a carefully neutral statement-of-fact greeting—not fawning or hostile.  You don’t know if humans are out here just learning neutral address no matter what, or if this human particularly just doesn’t give a shit that your moirail’s a fuck-off mutant-huge highblood with horns that scrape the ceiling of the block—by the expectant way she looks up at Gamzee afterward, she wouldn’t give much of a shit either way.  Out of all of the humans, Jade Harley might actually win the prize for giving the least shits, no matter what Rose and Dave like to pretend.

“Yeah, I meet you too, motherfucker,” says Gamzee, looking incredibly amused, and glances down at you.  “She’s a rude-ass little motherfuckin’ toothful, huh?  I like her.”

“Of course you do,” you say, pained.  “Don’t take it personally, alright?  You’re not a highblood here, they don’t get highbloods.”

“Oh, best friend,” says Gamzee, and kisses your nugbone again, embarrassingly.  “I’m a highblood wherever the fuck I go.  It’s cool though.  Squishy-ass little motherfuckers won’t get any grief from me.”

“<Motherfucker>,” Jade repeats behind you, and switches back to English, in the bright, wide verbal tone you’re starting to learn means ‘smiling and happy’, weird interstitial ‘vowel’ breath-sounds further back in the throat through pulled-back mouth-corners.  “Hmm, <motherfucker>…  Oh, neat!  Is that dialect?  It sounds like, ahh, what’s that other word.  Kk—kkkht—  Uh, dammit.  You guys need to learn how to use vowels—  It sounds like <;brother>.”

“It is like,” you say, surprised despite yourself.  “&lt;Brother> is a troll, and <motherfucker> you put it all spots you want.  It’s a thing, it’s a troll, it’s a, tss, a doing-things word, it’s a name.  It’s bad, it’s good.  Any spot you want.  And he does want, for all those, all the time.”

[jew-flexive]

everything i've learned about ofmd has been against my will but oh my GOD am i so glad i never watched that show....to all my mutuals processing yet another fucked up The Only True [& Christian!!] Redemption Is Death story line, ooof my thoughts are with you

[just-slightly-chayotic]

Thinking about Kim meeting Chay. Kim, who hasn't known affection, who hasn't been touched (aside from stylists and hairdressers and makeup artists) without violence or ulterior motives since the day his mother died, meeting a boy who touches him without any other reason than the fact that he wants to.

[phoenixyfriend]

See, here's my issue with the take that Padme 'deserved better' than Anakin:

Anakin is what Padme wants.

There is no "better" for her, because she went into that relationship eyes wide open, and still decided 'actually, you know what, I do want the baby murderer.'

"Padme, you deserve better." "Better how?"

Like yes she deserved someone who does not choke her to death, or join a fascist overlord, but like all the general points about his violence and controlling tendencies, or his awkwardness or bad hair, are just like, uhhhhh she likes that, actually. Like she is demonstrably okay or even into it.

Also this is a recurring peeve but like. The whole "Anakin tries to get her to skive off work to hang out with him" thing doesn't count as too controlling or pushy or immature for her, and I will stand by this, because she does the same damn thing to him three episodes later.

[jamiesfootball]

🎃 trick or treat 🎃

You get a long snippet (act surprised):

Roy flipped to a page at random:

'Ah, la belle dame sans merci who lived in his heart, made known to him in transitory fading splendor by dark eyes in the Ritz-Carlton, by a shadowy glance from a passing carriage in the Bois de Boulogne!'

The book Ted had given Roy had started with, ‘It was a dark and stormy night.’

“Oi!” Jamie started, sitting up to give Roy a concerned frown. “This one isn’t the first in the series.”

Roy shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. They’re all supposed to be self-contained stories. Don’t think I’ve ever met a person who read Wodehouse in order.”

Mollified, Jamie settled back into the cushions with Roy’s book, seemingly unaware of the puzzle Roy was rotating in his head.

Within the first few pages, he had a good idea what Ted intended by giving Jamie this particular book. He also couldn’t help but notice that he’d been given a book fit for his six-year-old niece, and Sam had been given Ender’s Game, and somehow Jamie had been the unlucky bastard with a reading assignment that would make any university student want to stick pencils in their eyes.

Also Anthony Patch was a posh rich twat.

[chiosblog]

Priceless