#but anyways im home now & im gonna have a snack & make dinner & clean & do whatever else that needs to be done later

[lemon-shortbread]

I'm in my domestic feels so pardon for me barging in.

But the thought of coming up to a partner/fwb/platonic partner simply to kiss their forehead is too sweet. Now imagine feeling the beginning swell of their belly press against you. You're sure that they're blushing and know soon that little bump will be poking out soon. It's exciting.

Or how hungry pregnancy can make people. They eat and eat and still feel the gnawing hunger because the baby needs so much nourishment to grow in nine months. You're happy to get whatever foods your partner/fwb/platonic partner is craving. What you don't expect is to come home with dinner after a long day to find them surrounded by food on the couch.

Their belly in on display, smudged finger prints of whatever chocolate mess they at in various places on their gravid form. You can assume how full their stomach is by the grimace and wince when they baby moves. You offer to put dinner in the oven to warm up later and clean up the pregnancy craving's massacre that litters the living room.

They look so embarrassed by how uncontrollable their cravings are though you easily hush those insecurities. You kiss and rub their now spotless bump, giving the baby as well as them your undivided attention after being gone all day. You miss the interaction more and more as the baby gets bigger. Maybe an hour or two passes before they ask about when you both can eat dinner since "the baby is getting hungry again".

Dude this is literally fucking perfect like im just gagged

I’d be so obsessed with them 😭 Like babe don’t even worry about it i’ll get you everything you want just keep being you and keep the little one growing. Snacks? Already ordered or im going to the store. Compliments? You dont even have to ask. Cuddles? Rubs? Like I haven’t been waiting to do this all day. Let me cook for you, it’s my favorite hobby anyway. I’m sure the little dude must be a menace on your appetite, that’s not your fault! Shush!

I’m telling you, theyre getting absolutely spoiled whenever I can manage it 🥺 By the time theyre full term theyre gonna end up a completely spoiled rotten, well fed fertility idol 🥰

[freesomebodybyluna]

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[seijorhi]

hello, im always on the hunt for new funky fresh yandere!suga content! i really enjoyed the post you made for him, it's exactly up my alley! would it be possible to request a gender neutral reader finding out just how much suga's been stalking them after they left him? by stumbling on something they shouldnt see (could be a dark room, or a journal, whatever youd like) and have him walk in on them then?

Suga will always be my first Haikyuu love, so of course!

Sugawara Koushi x Reader

TW stalking

Red Handed

When you were a little kid, your mom told you a story.

It was about a handsome man with a blue beard, the woman who married him despite the warning signs, and a locked cellar that was never supposed to be opened. You were too young to hear it, but as horrifying as it was - it stuck with you. 

Curiosity can be a dangerous thing.

But sometimes… sometimes you just can’t help yourself.

In your defence it wasn’t so much a wilful breaking of trust so much as it was an honest mistake. Sort of.

It’s not the first time you’ve found yourself pouring over textbooks and hastily scrawled notes with Suga, but it is the first time it’s been just the two of you - and the first time it’s been at his place instead of yours. 

“I give up,” you moan, letting your head fall flat against your notebook. “I’m gonna fail this stupid exam, drop out of school and have to resort to finding some rich, attractive guy to marry and support me instead.”

You’ve been at it for hours, the two of you spread out on his couch, a mountain of snacks between the two of you. You have to give Suga credit for that - the man knows how to keep you motivated to stay but this, this was beyond your limit. It’s never a good sign when you reread the same sentence five times and still have no idea what it says.

A soft laugh sounds and there’s a hand rubbing soothingly at your back, “Aw c’mon, don’t be so dramatic. You got me, right?”

You lift your head slightly to find him smiling at you with that same fond exasperation, and almost without meaning to you find your frown softening. It’s true. Suga’s pretty much your lifeline at this point - not to mention the reason you’re actually doing pretty well in most of your classes this semester. 

God only knew where he found the patience.

“What, you gonna marry me when they kick me out in disgrace?” you ask with a wry half grin, pushing yourself away from your notes. “Take care of my freeloading ass?”

Suga doesn’t say anything for a moment. You brace yourself for the lecture and/or pep-talk he’s given you a thousand and one times before, but when you glance up at him again, the look on his face isn’t the one you’re expecting.

He’s still smiling, but there’s something… odd about it. 

It’s just a flash, a flicker of something fleeting in his eyes-

You blink, and whatever it is- was - it’s gone and Suga’s looking at you with the same expression he always wears whenever you start bemoaning your future and the possibility of failing. 

Huh… your eyebrows draw together, the faintest hint of unease teasing at your gut. Just for a moment - a split second - you could have sworn that… 

But no, you’re just tired. Your brain is absolutely fried after hours studying, whatever you thought you saw, you must have imagined. Because Suga’s your friend. A good friend, maybe the best one you’ve ever had. Still… you really shouldn’t tease him like that.

“Hey, you know I’m kidding, right?” you ask, nudging his shoulder playfully. “Anyway, I think I’m done. I can’t look at these stupid notes anymore - they’re making even less sense than when we started.”

Suga sighs, rolling his neck and flipping the cover of the textbook shut. “Well I suppose it is getting late. Are you hungry? I can order some take out if you want-”

You shake your head before he can finish, “Nah, can’t tonight. I have a date,” you say, shooting him a wink. “Next time though? When everyone’s free. I feel a little guilty stealing all of your time for a one on one session as it is.”

Suga stills for a moment, glancing up to find you smiling sheepishly back at him. “Oh, a date? With that guy from class?” he asks, busying himself in tidying up the notes spread out across the coffee table. 

That guy from class. Yeah, the one you haven’t been able to shut up about for weeks. That one.

“Yeah. Nothing crazy, just dinner and a movie - still, I think it’ll be fun, y’know?” You were trying for a blasé tone, but somehow you think the slight dusting of pink on your cheeks kind of ruins it a little bit.

So maybe you were a little excited about it - it wasn’t a crime was it?

Suga gives a non-committal hum, but doesn’t say any more on the topic. Together it doesn’t take the two of you long to clean up, gather your notes and stash the snacks back away for the next study session. 

You still have enough time to dart home, have a shower and get ready, but- “Hey, before I go, is it okay if I use your bathroom?” you ask a little shyly. You guys have been friends for months, and you definitely don’t want to come across as rude, but you can’t deny there’s still something slightly embarrassing at having to ask permission.

“Yeah, of course. Down the hallway, last door on the right.”

 You nod, thanking him quietly.  

It’s a simple mistake. At the end of the hallway, there are two identical doors, both closed over.

Last door on the… left? That’s what he said, right?

You twist the doorknob, easing the door open and within a split second you know that you’ve got the wrong door because this is definitely not a bathroom, but…

Curiosity pushes you forward. 

It’s Suga’s bedroom. Your feet move like they have a mind of their own, drawing you in further into his room. You’ve never been to his place before, and you’ve definitely never been in his bedroom before, but you can’t deny that you’re curious. Surprisingly it’s not the mess that you’re expecting - the double bed neatly made and aside from a sweater tossed haphazardly across the back of a chair and a pair of jeans that hadn’t quite made it into the laundry hamper, there’s no dirty clothes littering the floor. 

You know it’s rude to pry. You know that, but in that moment you can’t seem to help yourself. Suga won’t mind, really, and it was an honest mistake.

There’s an acoustic guitar in the corner (does he play it, you wonder) and a volleyball covered in signatures sitting on one of the shelves above his desk. Even now, you know that he loves the sport with his whole heart. You’ve never been to a game before, but part of you thinks you’d like to, Suga always makes it sound so exciting. You find a smile creeping across your face as you wander over to have a closer look - there’s photo’s everywhere, in frames, pinned to a cork board on the wall - him with his family, with his friends, even one of the two of you together… and is that a medal?

You’re startled out of your thoughts by your phone vibrating in your pocket.

It should have been a wake up call, a sign from the universe to snap out of whatever nosy spell you’d managed to find yourself under and get out of Sugawara’s bedroom before he comes in to find you blatantly invading his privacy. It should have been - except instead you reach for your phone and fumble. 

You’re incredibly thankful for the carpeted floor because you can only watch in horror as your phone clatters to the ground and bounces (bounces!) under his bed.

“Shit!” you curse under your breath, dropping to your knees and resting your cheek against the mattress as you reach blindly into the dark space.

It takes a second of fumbling before your hand lands on something. It’s not your phone, you can tell that much right off the bat - it’s bigger, a box of some kind. 

You should have left it. 

Really, Sugawara’s a young, healthy guy like any other - you have an inkling of what could be inside the box. And it’s not like you want to see whatever spank bank material your friend has stashed away, you don’t, but…

But there’s a voice in your head that ignores all of that. A voice that whispers so delightfully, so eagerly, for you to just open it.

Open it, it whispers as you slide it out and set it down on the bed, settling yourself down beside it.

Open it, it whispers as you run your fingers along the wooden lid, sanded smooth except for the intricate carving in the centre. It’s strangely beautiful you think - not exactly the kind of box you can imagine filling with something so lewd.

Maybe it’s not what you think… maybe Suga has something else stashed away in this pretty little box. What else could it be? What does a guy like Sugawara Koushi have hidden away under his bed?

Open it, it whispers as your fingers find the edge and you slowly slide it open.

You immediately wish you hadn’t.

It’s you.

The photo’s a little blurry, taken from a distance and zoomed in, but it’s definitely you, lying in your bed, head thrown back with your eyes closed, bottom lip caught between your teeth-

The sheets obscure the rest, but from the flush on your cheeks and the arm disappearing between your spread legs, it’s obvious what you’re doing. 

There’s more. You with your friends, laughing. You out with your ex, maybe a month or so before you’d broken up. You in your bedroom again, a white fluffy towel wrapped around you, your hair still wet from the shower.

You walking home from class, taken from behind.

You in your favourite cafe, sitting by the window with a steaming mug in hand, staring out with a soft smile.

You tucked up on the couch, eating dinner with the TV playing in the background.

You.

You.

You.

Every single photograph was of you, and every single one of them taken without your knowledge. Pictures of you from last year, long before you ever met Suga. How long has he been-

You can’t even bring yourself to finish the thought. You feel sick, violated, your hands trembling as you flick through the images. You don’t want to see any more, but you can’t seem to stop yourself. You at the park with your friends, walking their dogs and chatting aimlessly. You bending over to pick up something, the shot framing your ass in a way that seems almost… lewd.

When did he take these? H-how had you never noticed?

Oh god, some of these are from outside your home.

Your stomach churns, you might actually vomit… 

“Got lost, baby?”

You jump at the sudden interruption, quickly snapping the lid shut and shoving the little box of horrors away from you like it’s poison, hurried excuses already on the tip of your tongue - but it’s too late for that.

One look at Sugawara, standing framed in the doorway, watching you with an eerily calm expression upon his face and you know that it doesn’t matter what you say. There’s no denying what you’ve seen. 

No coming back from it. 

His eyes drift to the box, the incriminating pictures spilled across his sheets and he sighs. “You know, I wanted to make this special for you. I wanted to do this right.” His hazel eyes flicker back to you as he steps inside his bedroom and shuts the door behind him. The soft click has never sounded so deafening. So final. “But you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? You just couldn’t keep your nose out of where it doesn’t belong.”

Your heart thumps painfully against your ribs, the sound so loud that you’re sure he has to be able to hear it too. It’s not nausea that seeps through your veins, keeping you frozen in place, but fear. Suga’s always been such a gentle presence in your life but there’s no trace of that person left as he closes the distance between the two of you. 

It’s all been a lie, a carefully crafted facade designed to pull you in. Do you even know him at all?

“S-suga, what-”

“Shh,” he murmurs, placing a finger across your lips, a soft, delicate smile playing across his features. “Didn’t your parents ever tell you that curiosity killed the cat?” He pauses for a moment, watching with wicked delight as your face pales and you jerk away from his touch with a strangled gasp. “It’s okay, baby, there’s no need to look so worried. Don’t you know I’d forgive you anything?”

His lips crash against yours before you can even think to reply. 

[thedappleddragon]

haha here we go again

there's a lot of dumb ranting and 3 days worth of logs and a dream in here so im gonna spare evryone’s dashboard and just put it all under the cut.

tw bad memories, talk of unhealthy relations with food, and dreams about dead animals

I realized I kind of entirely forgot to write about what I did yesterday? I kind of did a lot. I know my mom wanted to work on getting tile laid out in front of her bathroom, so we worked together to scrub the concrete and wipe up all the dirt and dust and whatever was under the carpet and remove some of the nails in the floor and bring up a spiky metal strip between the bathroom door and where the carpet was. The other main thing I remember is deciding to continue work on my dress, sewing up the outer bodice, checking that the bodice and lining would fit together, deciding I’d rather have no different colored front panel, and working on the circle skirt. At first I tried cutting the fabric on my bed, but it wasn’t big enough and too lumpy. I contemplated asking my friends if I could borrow their dining table, but I ended up clearing off my own. After I traced and was in the middle of pinning, I accidentally knocked over a glass bowl that I had set on the chair. My mom heard it from the other room and had me come to her room to tell her what it was. She got angry at me, which I thought was fuckin stupid if it was an accident, but after some reflection while cleaning up the glass pieces, I kind of understood why. Mostly I got a little upset about 2 ceramic pieces I made during school breaking a little from the drop. One was a mushroom house from middle school that always makes me remember feeling like an asshole during peer review when I told my person to smooth their project more because I didn’t know “no improvement needed” was an option until I got back to my desk and saw my person saying it was good in all categories because everyone thought my project was great for some reason. The other was a bunch of flowers on a circle. It was the last project we did before quarantine hit, I think. That one is in less tough shape, just a couple flowers knocked off and a chip on one of them. They can both be glued back together, I guess. Then my mom called me back into her room to listen to her talk about wanting to eat huge amounts of food, because she’s clinically depressed with BPD and PTSD and DID and several other acronyms and her favorite coping mechanism is food, but her doctor put her on a diet so she can get her knees replaced, but recently she’s been getting into a zone where she talks about wanting to eat entire cakes and pizzas and buckets of kfc and a gallon of queso or whatever the fuck and she goes “doesn’t that sound GOOD?” And I have to laugh along and say “haha no that sounds bad actually” and get her a piece of ham or something. And every time she goes on her spiel the only thing I can think of is the greedy from the raggedy Ann and Andy musical. It’s just this horrible undulating orange blob that eats everything in sight and seeing it for the first time just made me think of mom and it made me very uncomfortable, with all the orange goo and hurling noises. Also reminds me of this horrible video game boss fight where it’s the apocalypse and a fat lady on a scooter took over the buffet and eats so much during her boss fight, during the defeat cutscene she projectile vomits everywhere and dies. My brother Greg showed me that thinking it was funny. I hated it, and I still do. He showed me a lot of things he thought were funny as a shitty little kid, and I remember several of them being very upsetting. It’s ok. I don’t want to dwell on it. But after cleaning the glass and talking to mom I brought my fabric to my room and called it a night. Oh wait my dad also helped me with some paperwork my coworker handed me so I could get on the payroll.

Today I woke up differently than I have in a long time. I set an alarm for 10 am so I could be at work by 11, but I woke up at 9 from a heavy sleep with dreams about hanging out with my friend in my room, worrying about my dirty house. I wanted to sleep longer, so I got up at 10 to have breakfast and get ready. I spent my shift changing the price tags all around the store, making everything more expensive. I’m gonna work again on Tuesday where I’ll learn how to use the register. I hope I don’t fuk it up, but I have a couple days to relax until then. Maybe I’ll work on my dress. My friends all want to go to prom together, so my new deadline will be March 2nd or a little before. I still need to buy a ticket, but I don’t have access to the link to buy one :( bleh I’m too tired right now to worry about this shit. I only worked 4 hours again today, but after I got home I felt like I could have worked longer if they gave me something else to do. The only price tags left to change were a bunch of grills and stuff I don’t know about but I don’t know if they had any other work for my to do. But I’m glad I went home tho because I was hungry and my feet hurt from standing lol. I did laundry and made myself dinner and washed my hair and drew a little bit and made the table and tbh the pacing of today has been so weird I don’t remember everything. It’s only 1am but I think I’m just gonna go to bed. my friends started talking about going to prom, and I really want to join them, but I can't figure out where/how to buy a ticket. my brain started being really mean to me, syaing that I was being annoying and pushy and that they didnt want me at prom for some reason, so I low-key almost made myself cry until my friend offered to let me be their platonic date since their partner couldn't go. 

last night I had a dream about a hard video game where when you played it, the black shadow enemies would fight you in real life, and one of them left imprints on my arm in the shape of lego bricks. they could only attack you so long as you played the game, and they tried to capture people and you were supposed to save them. I decided it was my time to play, and I walked into my garage that had turned into a cave with bat-people fused into the wall. I paid them no mind as I rescued a girl who was my irl brother, grabbing her hand and pulling her into another versoin of my garage which was uncorrupted and normal looking. she thanked me, and I said it was no problem. then I tricked her, telling her not to trust so easily, as I became one of the shadow enemies and engulfed her in a black sack, trapping her and leaving the room. I came back a couple minutes later, letting him free (now my brain told me he was my brother) telling him I just wanted to know if I was capable of tricking him, and didnt actually want to kill him or whatever.  another big chunk of my dream was taken up by me, my sister, and my dad visiting a run down petting zoo/gamestop. the petting zoo barn was very dark with low ceilings with lots of rabbits and pigs and hay. one of us accidentally killed either a pig or a tiger right next to the exit door, and I had to slink around the gamester trying to distract the owner and keep him from going in the barn and escaping at the same time. I dont remember how it ended, other than me waking up with a sore throat from breathing so deeply through my nose. I had slept on my stomach wit my pillow in my face so I could hardly breathe, and even after I woke up I felt like I wasnt getting enough air. I HATE that feeling, I always felt like I was suffocating in middle school for some reason. I thinkk somethings wrong with my airway but im not gonna do anything about it. im gonna continue to spend 80% of my day laying down so my resting heart rate and breathing speed is slower than an goddamn sloth. whatever.

right now as im laying in bed typing this I feel utterly unpoductive but I KNOW I did SOME shit today. but yeah mostly I relaxed. I worked on my dress, removing and replacing the blue front panel. I lost my exacto knife somewhere so I went to dollar tree to get a knockoff, along with snacks for mom and my sister. the blades aren't as sharp as exacto, but I still know where the name brands blades are so maybe Ill try and see if they're compatible. when I open the package everything was oily and gross, so I washed everything off with soap and water before I used them to cut the threads of the panel seams. I could have used my seam ripper but I wanted to get a replacement craft knife anyway. its kinda neat that it came with 6 different shaped blades for different crafts :) but uhh I also cut out the other half of the circle skirt of the dress, and I have a bunch of extra fabric left over. probably enough to make a whole other bodess if I wanted too. I used my sewing machine to attach the new front panel, and I was hoping to get more sewing done tonight, but when I asked my sister if it was ok for me to use my sewing machine (it right next to the wall between our rooms so she can hear it from there) she said she was going to bed soon so I just attatched the front panel and called it a night. so that kinda sucked. I still have another day tomorrow before I have to work again, and I can still work on my dress on Tuesday after work. idk why my brain thinks that one 4 hour shift is gonna take up my entire day lmao. I just have to get the whole thing done by may 2nd. GOD that reminds me, im gonna be so busy next month. I have six events back to back happening like every other day, plus work. oof. I'll have to let my boss know, but idk If that's gonna make him mad. I've already got pretty comfortable with the lady in charge of the garden center who’s taken lead position while the manager is on vacation, but I dont think I;ll every understand my boss. he’s a sarcastic busy old man and NOT AT ALL approachable. whatever. really the only other tings I did today were drink a shit ton of water play harvest moon, spend too much time on tiktok, and sraw a couple dum things for my friends’ princess au. I fucking HATE the drawing I did for Anna, so I designed her a secondary outfit more inspired by sky pirate bohemian vibes, since she rules over the floating islands. idk if I'll replace her old outfit with the new one in the lineup or just re-draw her old one with better shapes and composition and match the style better or what. I just need it changed eventually becasuse it looks like ass. tbh now that ve taken a little bit of time away from the princess au, there are a couple designs im not 100% satisfied with. but I know that if I go back and make them more detailed or whatever the’ll be more of a hassle to draw and aslkdfhalksdf I dont know anymore. I'm still tied up about color pallets and trying to give everyone a distinct color, and im a little upset it doesn't quite work, and FUCK dude the edgy one’s lore and character are weird and I kind of want to revise it to make it a little nicer but its not my character and I need to stop shoving my dirty little mitts into everyone’s ocs and AHAGHRGHGARGHHG idk man. her power is necromancy and she has a skeleton army, which I think I kinda cool, but I also think it would be neat if her powers extended beyond just that to communing with the dead, helping them find rest, and THEN maybe it can branch into helping fallen soldiers fight again to help them with unfinished buisness. and then if she goes feral and starts abusing her powers, she ignores all the communication and concent with the dead and instead magically rips them from thr ground to do her bidding and they’re uncontrollable and violent and aimless, just like her mind slipping from the magical blight infecting her. idk man we’re till working on a lot of lore. her concept could be SO COOL with just that little bit of extra thought, but so far it’s just MY POWER IS DEATH IM SO EDGY. ugh I know its fuckin rude to bash your friends oc ideas and I might be too overbearing and controlling of this au but dammit im tired and im mean sometimes and my ego is through the goddamn roof and im so sexy and im always right and my meat is huge. ah shit I rpomised my friend I would help her with character design for the dead king but I was busy when she firat asked me and now im not busy but im not doing it ugh. im just frustrated right now because I spent wayyyy to fuckin long just laying in bed watching tikotks and youtube and playing harvest moon an doing jack shit all day. but hey at least I attempted to get a new social security card again today. and them promptly gave up when they said my adress was invalid. again. I feel like im in an uncomfortable medium between having no plans and worrying about the future and having too many plans all the time oh my god. ive been so focused on getting a job and then having a job and making this dress I completely forgot about college shit. thankfully there's no hard deadlines coming up that I haven't already finished. whatever I dont really want to worry about all this hit right now, im just gonna take it one day at a time. (haha it feels like my angel oc just stepped in. how nice of him :) )

[doidaredisturbtheuniverse]

this is just rambling about my day nothing bad i just love my job but like if u read anyways?

like . today was such a good day i went to work and got paired 1:1 with an elementary schooler who was so cute and wanted to play football and he told me i got better from last time and that the hoped the “big kids” told me i got better too and then i got paired with my other 1:1 kid (i’m gonna call him K from now on which isn’t even his initial but it’s too difficult to not use something) and he’s the one who got in a lot of trouble on saturday (fight and cops ) and he was super respectful the whole time . like communicated what he needed with me (self regulated and took breaks while playing football!) and i told him i was really proud of him for being respectful and like . understanding staff decisions, etc. and then i got to work with the elementary schoolers and they wanted to play (guess what!!?) Football! with me so i was like okay. and then we played monkey in the middle which i realized as soon as i suggested it so i was like “okay we gotta take a timeout. for this game we need to stay 1 arms length away from each other and no tackling” and oh my GOD they listened ?? like . i didn’t have to remind them once to not get too violent i was like holy shit wow this is amazing. and then we went to a park and i accidentally got punched in the nose while playing tag but it was like Oops whatever lol and the kids were just soooooo cute there was 1 kid in particular who is so precious and he was so good the whole time. and then we came back for dinner and we got onion rings which was actually so exciting and one kid pinched another kids elbow for absolutely no reason and had to get sent to support . but then the one kid who was super cute was like “ah an ant crawled on me” and 2 of his peers helped him kill / dispose of it  and then he scooted closer to me bc he didn’t want to sit near ant guts lmao and then 3 of them wanted to stomp their milk cartons outside which was super cute and weird like i forgot the dumb joy kids get from weird things . then afterwards the kids all helped clean the room which my high schoolers Never Do and it warmed my heart. and then they wanted to play (guess what ) football with me Lmao it was just so fun and then i had 1:1s with 2 other kids so we played uno but then a staff member “yelled” at them for not doing what i said (even though they were we were joking around and having fun but w.e) so my one kid (one of my favs - S) got really pissed and was like “this bitch yelling at me for no reason” and stopped playing so i went and talked to him and he was like “i wanna go home” which made me sad and i’m like “are you frustrated rn?” and hes like “no im just tired” so i let him take a 10 minute nap and played more uno and then they had to get their stuff for transport so i’m like “lets go guys!” and S asked for a snack and i’m like “i’m going to say yes but just 1 bag of fruit snacks” (they usually get 2) and S got PISSED and just kept saying “screw off” and like wouldn’t make eye contact with me so i’m like “S what are you feeling right now?” and he was like “mad” and i’m like “okay, why?” and he’s like “i want 2 fruit snacks” and i’m like “alright, but you had snack today and you had dinner” and he was like “but my mom wont give me a snack when i get home” in a really sad voice so i’m like “okay, how can we communicate that with me so i know? because i don’t want you to go hungry, but i can’t have you disrespecting me like that” and then he did and he was really good and Ahh i just like . love my job and my kids so much

[canaryatlaw]

Well today was fine. Got to sleep in a good amount, which was glorious. I woke up sometime around 1:30, I think. I ate breakfast (chocolate chip eggo and cupcake) then got ready and headed to the grocery store around the corner cuz I needed food. I was running low on pretty much everything since I haven’t gotten to make a real grocery run since coming back from spring break. I was also prepping to make a big meal that I could use as leftovers during the week. I just started using this app called mealtime that helps plan healthy meals based on your dietary needs and likes so I thought I’d give it a try, the first one was sesame chicken and broccoli with rice which looked pretty good so I grabbed a few ingredients for those as well as my normal other stuff (and probably more snacks than normal because finals). Came home and unpacked everything, then went to stick my little monopoly game pieces the store is giving out on my board and found I won a $50 grocery gift card haha but before I go claim it or anything I’m gonna go read the rules of everything about if you can only claim one prize because I’m pretty close on a couple others too haha so we’ll see where that goes. They have a ton of prizes, which range from literally $5 cash to $1 million, lol. I started to do laundry, which ended up being a whole big thing because nobody in this damn building would move their shit out of the washer and dryer. Like when I’m doing laundry I’ll only ever leave it in there for like ten minutes at the absolute most, but this was getting ridiculous, and then another person came in and it ended up taking all night to get two loads done, so through the rest of the story of the night you can assume I was regularly running back and forth between the laundry room and my apartment. So I started to cook and the recipe was straightforward enough, cut up the chicken and mix it into an egg and cornstarch mixture (strange, but whatever) then pour into into a skillet and cook, then add the broccoli, and then the sauce and you’re pretty much good to go, served with rice of course just made the regular way. It was pretty good, definitely had a healthier feel to it haha not that that’s a bad thing, but I have a good amount left that should work for leftovers and such so I’m pleased with that. After dinner I settled in and caught up on my tv for a while. Started with designated survivor, which I didn’t tweet much of because I was somewhat distracted, but it was a good episode and the plot keeps getting better without getting too overcomplicated. Im not all that sad to see Aaron go really, and I like Emily so I’m glad she gets more of a main role now (I also had absolutely no idea that that actress is married to Robbie Amell and was at HVFF last weekend and I totally missed her). But yeah, good episode. Blindspot next, which made me lol a bit because Zach Grenier was in the episode who was of course on the good wife with Archie Panjabi and now they’re both on this show. The episode felt a bit non-traditional since they weren’t really doing the whole track down a tattoo thing, but it was still a solid and intriguing episode, so it’s good with me. Idk where they’re going with the Reade storyline, but it’s nowhere good and I’m not happy about that really. Sigh. Time after time was after that, which was one of their weaker episodes so far but it still wasn’t bad, just had a different feel to it since they were in a different time period and focusing on one specific thing as opposed to their main focus of just tracking down John in 2017. Not a bad episode though. After that I turned on Chicago Justice, which was yet another episode that managed to piss me off quite a bit. Like, yes, the good wife was riddled with legal errors, but they were actually fairly intricate pieces of legal doctrine that they messed up on, it’s clear they were actually consulting lawyers about these things. I don’t think Chicago Justice is doing that at all, because their mistakes are terribly blatant and this episode made me cringe so many times over. Like first of all, the plot was real bad- cuz this judge had gotten shot any one of their first suspects is his teenage foster daughter and I was immediately like aw hell no, if they turn this into an evil foster kid killing their benevolent foster parent thing I’m gonna flip a shit on them. Thankfully that’s not where they ultimately went, but I was still majorly bothered with the way they treated her. They ran after her like she was wanted, and then ended up tackling her and bringing her into the station to be interrogated like any other suspect. I’m sorry but no, you have no authority upon which to forcibly bring her in, because she’s a juvenile you’re required to notify her guardian you have her in custody, you have to have the guardians consent to question the minor or at least have a third party in the room, they have to call a juvenile probation officer to be there immediately, and they need to start a points analysis in order to figure out if they actually have the authority to keep her in custody. But did they do any of that?? NOPE. They acted like she was just a regular adult suspect and not a CHILD, and I’m sorry but that ticks me off in all the wrong ways, so that was enough to make me rather irritated at the episode. The route they ultimately took was at least preferred to where they seemed to be going with it, which was that a rape victim killed the judge after he let her rapist off with a light sentence (they were definitely paralleling the Brock Turner case) but then they turned it and ended up making it her ex-husband who had all sorts of anger problems and such. And then they pulled this stupid stunt at the end to try and enrage the defendant to blurt out his confession in the courtroom, and of course it works, meanwhile in real life no lawyer would EVER try to pull a stunt like that, and everything would be totally inadmissible anyway so it was just highly unrealistic. So I obviously had some feelings there, lol. I’ll give it a few more episodes at least though, because despite its issues it has potential to be a good legal show. I need to hop back on the bandwagon for 24: Legacy though because they did bring Tony back for one episode and I need to watch that because Tony is like my original tv bae and he’s pretty much my hero, so that has to happen lol. And that’s about it, finally got my last load of laundry out at midnight haha but at least I got two loads in. I do have some more dirty clothes floating around, I just need to actually deal with all of the clothing on the floor and figure out what is dirty and what is clean, so we’ll see when that actually happens (probably after finals). Church in the morning which I’m quite excited about being that I haven’t been in three weeks and I definitely missed it (and the babies, I missed them too). So that should be good, and now I’m good and tired so I will bid you goodnight until next time (which will be tomorrow, likely). Goodnight dudes. Stay awesome.