#couch🛋

[deadinsidewithglitterontop]

Sooooo....

I finished reading TriMax and........

HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO NORMALLY CONTINUE WITH MY LIFE AFTER THAT??

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[daffi-990]

Yeah I’m still not a fan of the S6 final 😬

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[spookyfoxinc]

a very long taur! they need a bigger couch 🛋✨ <com/mission for @ember_kitsune>

[someonesaidcake]

Patrick Jane & Couch (ft Lisbon) || aesthetic

The Mentalist Appreciation Week

Day Four || Favourite Prop 🤎🛋

The Couch has loving cradled Jane's derrière tirelessly for years. It deserves the recognition.

It's made for three people but they sit together like it's a love seat.

[bohato]

Like father, like daughter.

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Ballister sleeps with Nimona on the couch🛋 I think it’s cute when the two of them fall asleep together😌🤏💕

[mothiepixie]

With New Year's approaching, I was super curious.

How would each of the Sans spend New Year's with Mottie?

Love your work! (I live on a ranch and Farmer has my heart right now)

Thank you so much!! He's definitely my comfort character right now 🥹

I hope you enjoy this and also I hope you have a wonderful New Years! 🎆

Sans🛋:

He likes to keep things really simple. He loves parties but he's definitely the type to be glued to the couch and watch everyone from a distance. This includes watching Motti interact with others. There's just something about watching the way she interacts with each person that fills him with a sense of ease.

But as it strikes closer to midnight, he'll leave his spot and ask Motti to come with him. He'll shortcut her to the roof and wrap a blanket around them both. As it strikes midnight the fireworks in the neighboring city go off, and he'll kiss her cheek. (Which she steals a full on kiss in return)

Big Red🔭:

He's not a fan of boring get-togethers and just chilling with his family. He's more used to living it up at the bar, where everyone is sloshed to the nines. But he knows that's not Motti's jam, and that she's not a fan of loud and rowdy places. He'll do something different for her, and for himself, by taking her to the mountains where the light pollution doesn't reach.

In the back of the truck, he's got blankets and his telescope set up. He's unsure by the whole thing and trying to save face that he's not at all embarrassed by this display of love, but he gradually becomes more relaxed as the night goes on. Once it hits midnight he's about to kiss her when Motti beats him to it. It throws him off and makes him super flustered.

Boysen🍷:

The week leading up to this he has been mad busy with work, but even so, he made arrangements at a popular and expensive restaurant. He has rented out the entire rooftop for the evening and it will be just Motti and him. He messages her the day of and says to be ready and dress up. He may or may have not sent her several outfits and jewelry for her to choose from. Boysen will come home and quickly get ready himself, and shoot glances at Motti when she makes remarks she's ready before he is.

The evening is spent dining and making quips at each other while they enjoy a fire in front of them. The location he chose has the best view once midnight hits and the fireworks go off, but both of them were long locked lips that they never saw them. 💋

Farmer🌾:

Everyone is gathered outside at his and Pap's place, and have set up a movie projector and snacks galore. No one is really paying attention to the movie, which is fine because it's just there for anyone's enjoyment. However, Motti will be wondering where Sans is though. He has rarely been seen all night and so, she ends up finding him on the veranda sitting on the porch swing.

He beckons her over and while she's getting situated he pulls out a thermos and pour some hot apple cider. While curious, Motti will ask if he's not enjoying the festivities and he tells her that it's nice to have everyone here, but he just wants to see the new years with just her. Motti will rest her head on his shoulder and he rests his head on top of hers. They both go into the new year looking at the stars and hearing the distant cheering at midnight.

Dream⏳️:

It's not really something he celebrates since acknowledging the passage of time is a mortal thing. However, that doesn't mean he does not care when it's important to Motti greeting a new year. He'll hang around at the party she's throwing, but he's standing off to the side like a pretty wallflower and observing the festivities.

He has a red cup in his hands, but he more or less has it to feel like he's fitting in. The party has started off fun, but he's just around so many people, and in an enclosed area, that his empathic abilities are starting to overwhelm his senses.

Motti takes note that Dream is looking off and takes him elsewhere that is vastly more secluded. She gives him the option to leave, but he refuses. Every second, every minute with Motti is important and that means celebrating the concept of time with her no matter what.

Cross😵‍💫:

To be honest, he gets invited to the party and has a grand time, but he's inwardly nervous. He was just told about the tradition of kissing at midnight and he spends majority of the time hyping himself up to kiss her.

He's overthinking about it; does he just swoop her up and kiss her? Maybe dipping her??? He could also spin her around and into his arms before cooly and awesomely placing a big fat kiss on her lips.

But he starts thinking of all the ways he could mess up and now in a mix of confidence rising at one thought and shattering his own self-esteem the next.

With midnight just minutes away, he's standing near Motti wondering what tactic to choose, and when the clock strikes midnight he's frozen in performance anxiety. Motti doesn't hesitate and grabs his shirt collar and pulls him in for a deep kiss. He was worried for nothing.

Error🆘️:

He doesn't care much for it. Hell, he doesn't really even remember what's the point of celebrating when he was trapped in the anti-void. But Motti is yapping about the importance of celebrating and he begrudgingly finds himself wearing a party hat and party horn stuck in his mouth.

He hates it he doesnt, it's not fun at all he's having a blast and doesn't like the streamers Motti put up or the table filled with his favorite snacks he already devoured the chocolate. He's sitting on his bean bag like a perturbed cat being disturbed during their nap. But Motti mentions she wanted to spend it with just him and part of him wants to believe it so badly. Motti asks if she can give him a kiss on the cheek and he becomes a flustered mess, and begins short circuiting at the thought.

Ink🌌:

He takes Motti through multiple AUs and changes their outfits to fit each occasion. He's party crashing and eating the food, while Motti is trying to play devil's advocate and calm down all the people Ink has upset.

By the end of the night, she is growing exhausted, but Ink will take her to Outertale and he finally calms down. Motti gets to enjoy the beauty of space and finally relax. He will paint the scenery before him, including Motti, effortlessly and gift it to her.

Nightmare🥷:

To be honest, he will swoop in at the stroke of midnight and steal Motti away right in front of everyone. He relishes in their shock expressions and rash responses.

He spends the rest of the night huddling a pouty Motti to his chest, chuckling the whole time.

[olivia150]

Franek on the couch 🛋

[deadinsidewithglitterontop]

Kinda curious how on both Fandoms the couches have some important symbolism staring two certain characters:

On one side we have a Fandom that have been thriving on a theory created after a specific scene where a character say that he "don't wanna chose the wrong couch again", and referencing the fact that he said that all of his old partners came with couches that phrase can easily be interpretated as him not wanting to chose the wrong partner again, oblivion to the fact that his perfect partner is right in front of him, literally, they're having dinner together on that scene with their son, plus it's showed again and again how he finds comfort in the couch of said perfect partner, thus everytime these characters find themselves sitting together on a couch the Fandom goes crazy cause it's basically shown that the perfect couch is already there, and it comes with the perfect partner. On the 9-1-1 sphere couches are basically symbol of love and hope.

On the other hand there's a Fandom where the media they're from has a lot of scary and unhinged shit, but the most traumatic part they'll remember forever is a scene where these two characters are sitting on a couch, and is their last scene together. The thing is the couch is not at fault here, the couch doesn't even do anything except do it's job at being a couch, there's no reason for the couch to be feared and hated this much, but the couch works more like a representation of what happened: it was the last place this beloved character sat and professed his last words and left his companion alone with a drink, it's a reminder of what we lost there. And it scar so much that everytime theres a fanart of these characters just chilling on a couch, not even making reference to THAT scene, the chances of finding a comment saying to "GET THEM OF THAT COUCH" is pretty high. On the Trigun realm couches are the representation of loss and despair.

Being on both the 9-1-1 and the Trigun Fandom is kinda funny when we see both Fandoms reactions and opinions to couches 🛋

Cause it's so opposed one from another you could use to express two sides of a spectrum

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[🌸] by my side w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / fluff 🌸 / idol!txt / non.idol!you / reader is written to be sharing the same room as the member being written / established relationship (for each member, in separate scenarios!) / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 2,607 words ✿ in which you two get into an argument and the slightest notion of you trying to sleep on the couch gets him to… [🎧: by my side by david choi] [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet​ 🛋

in all honesty, at this point, you didn’t quite remember what the argument was in the first place. all you can remember is how frustrating and draining it made you feel to the point where you wanted to have space for yourself. it felt like maybe it was something small. or maybe it was something significant but… you just felt like having space to… be alone. even if you weren’t sure if you wanted to be alone, it’s all you can think about in the midst of frustration. you reach for a pillow on your shared bed and look like you’re about to walk out the bedroom…

[🐰] soobin  soobin’s instincts get ahold of him before he can hold himself back. having watched you reach for the pillow, his hand automatically darts out to grip onto your wrist before you can make your move to create a bigger distance between the pair of you. your eyes widen at the sudden hand contact but it doesn’t stop you from trying to grip onto the pillow. stubbornly. unwilling to budge.

but in this situation, soobin wouldn’t be soobin if he had let you do just that.

he patiently reaches for the pillow with his free hand, plucking it from your grasp. he clears his throat, sitting down on the bed as he tosses the pillow to the side. the hand he has on your wrist softens, slowly sliding down to your fingers where he held onto them gently as he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. the gesture makes your heart soften; the pain and frustration a while ago diminishes and you’re trying to calm yourself from doing anything rash.

soobin swallows the lump in his throat, giving your hand a squeeze, “we don’t have to talk now but… don’t leave like this.”

“i was just going to the sofa,”

he squints at you; a silent message of you’re not actually going to...

“okay, okay. same thing, as it seems.”

you huff at him, but your actions prove otherwise when you scoff at him and move to sit next to him on the bed. hand in hand; now fingers slipping past each other as you two continue holding hands. in silence. collecting each other’s thoughts and breaths. the tensed environment earlier slowly diminishes the longer you sit in the peace and quiet with soobin that… okay, fine. his way of resolving things does seem to work. soobin knows you’re not acknowledging it verbally, but with the way you give his hand a squeeze and take in deep breaths before doing anything else reassures him you’re here to stay by his side.

tldr; i see this cute boy trying to be respectful that you need space but wouldn’t be able to fall asleep without resolving the issue, so most definitely he’ll want to work things out before going to bed or at least come to a resolve where you’re willing to sleep on the same bed as him. and if that means biting his tongue and being patient to get you to stay, that’s exactly what he’ll do. i feel like he’ll try to be patient, but at the same time it’s because he just wants you by his side. even if you two sit in silence, it’s more than enough for him to calm down.

[🦊] yeonjun his intuition would already fill in his mind of what you’re about to do. as “clueless” as he may appear sometimes, yeonjun’s sharp with his gut feeling and the minute he saw your hand reaching for a pillow, body tilted towards the door out of your shared bedroom. his heart sinks to his gut but his reflexes don’t fail him to act quick. he grips onto the same pillow you’re aiming for before you’re able to tug it your way.

he knows you’re conflicted when you turn to meet with his gaze. his fiery spirit earlier is gone, only left with one that makes your heart clench at the sight. for someone so confident, so bold, he lowers his head as he takes the pillow from you. delicately. it almost makes you feel bad. forgetting everything that you two were bickering about earlier dissolved the moment he takes your anger just like the pillow.

“i…” he sighs quietly, head pointing to the–”you can take the bed,” he mutters under his breath, rising to his feet. his journey to the door is reluctant, heavy, hand pulling the door open to–”i’ll take the sofa,”

before he can step through and leave, his heart swells at the feeling of your hand gripping onto the hem of his shirt. it’s meek, it’s a little weak, but it’s enough to get him to stay. he looks over his shoulder and notices how your grip tightens but you refuse to meet his gaze. he finds himself being conflicted; unsure if he wants to give you your space or comfort you more.

even though you don’t say anything, he turns around and tosses the pillow onto the bed. he tests the waters by carefully pulls you into his arms, one hand stroking the back of your head as he slots it by his neck, the other wrapped around your waist to hook you onto him. when he feels you sinking into his embrace almost immediately, he nuzzles into your touch and sighs, curling his arms around you and feeling at ease at the silent truce to call it quits and just comfort each other first. the sofa, the pillow; long forgotten.

tl;dr: most definitely if you’re looking like you’re about to leave to the sofa, yeonjun would offer to take the sofa so you can sleep on the bed. he’ll let his instincts take over first, wanting to prioritise your comfort to let you take the bed but he wouldn’t stop himself from trying to stop you in the process. he only knows you sleeping on the bed won’t resolve anything and would deepen the wound to the next day. he’ll try to persuade you to at least sleep with him on the bed, even if you don’t feel like talking to him. wouldn’t push you to sleep with him on the bed if he could sense that you really want your space. (but he’ll definitely show that he’s hurt by it even if he tries not to)

[🐯] beomgyu  all the alarms are blaring in beomgyu’s mind the more he remains unmoving on the bed. his eyes are glued onto you as you take the pillow and don’t hesitate to leave the bedroom to escape to the sofa. everything in his being is screaming at him to go after you but… he’s frozen, unmoving as time moves in slow motion but it’s still too fast for him to catch up before you’re out of the door. he’s at the crossroads of being confused; unsure of what to do. either give you your space or catch up to you. all he feels is the pounding in his chest, yearning for him to do something, choi beomgyu.

his senses only kick in after you’ve left the room and he hightails after you. just in time to see you sitting on the sofa, pillow in tow. when he knows you know that he’s in the same area as you. he watches how you’re about to move to lay down but he’s just in time to crouch before you, a hand on your knee before you’re able to swipe them up and his other hand gripping into the pillow you’re using as a barricade between your bodies.

beomgyu looks up to you, watching as your eyes soften. whatever argument earlier seems to dissolve the longer you two look at each other. he can tell you’re emotional and he knows you know he’s emotional too. but what you two need, really, is just–”can i hug you?”

“...why’re you asking?”

“because you have a weapon,”

he watches as you process what he’s saying and when it hits you... you hit him in the face with your weapon (pillow). it erupts soft laughters before beomgyu’s able to pry it away from your grip, mindlessly tossing it to the side so he can stand up and pull you to your feet. then, it’s the quiet admission to getting you in his arms for a hug that allows both of your nerves to rest. maybe you two would talk later; maybe tomorrow morning when your heads are clearer. one thing for certain is that you two would be sleeping on the same bed, at least. and that’s more than enough for beomgyu as he feels you nuzzling into his chest, arms tight around his waist to stay buried in his embrace.

tl;dr: i feel like with sweet beoms, he might be stunned initially to the point he wouldn’t know how to react or he’d jump right to getting you to stop or hold you in place. whichever one it is, though, he wouldn’t be up for sleeping separately and would try to coax you to sleep together with him in the same bed. he wouldn’t be able to let you sleep alone, let alone on a sour note of not at least resolving things at least in a way that leaves the both of you somewhat satisfied. he wouldn’t rush for reconciliation, but he’ll definitely work towards getting the both of you on neutral terms or at least civil enough to sleep in the same room.

[🐿] taehyun taehyun foresees what’s about to happen when you have your pillow in your hold, body language leaning towards the door but making no moves just yet. whatever anger or ill feelings in his heart fades away. it’s like there’s an inkling in his chest he can’t ignore, and he proceeds to act upon what feels right... so he calls for your name softly.

stubbornly, you remain facing the door, back greeting him as you clutch onto the pillow to your chest. when you hear his voice calling for you again; calmer, quieter, it makes you crack.

he’s able to turn you around with his hands resting on your shoulders; like an anchor holding you at where you belong. home. here. he’s home. you swallow the lump in your throat, peeking up to his eyes that plead for you to stay with him. he gently takes the pillow from you and shakes his head when you resist to let him take it.

“this won’t help any of us and you know it,” he starts off, and he gauges your reaction to see if you’re listening. it’s like he can feel like you are when you lower your head, avoiding his gaze. he swallows and continues, “you can stay here and i’ll be out by the sofa to give you space so we can reflect on this separately but by the end of the night, i’ll come back here and we can either talk about it or sleep it off... together,” even though he sounds confident, his eyes are shaking; trembling. he’s just as affected by this as you are even though he’s trying to be calm.

he doesn’t make any move to leave just yet, waiting for your response. what he initially felt like was the anxiety biting his veins, seems to release the tight grip on him to let him breathe when you shake your head, meekly answering no, before looking up to meet his eyes. “let’s... let’s just stay here together and... just have a moment to ourselves,”

he can’t stop the small smile that cracks on his face.

“no more sofa?”

when you tsk at him and threaten to swing the pillow at him, he chuckles with the shake of his head, “okay, okay.” the two of you sit down on the bed, side by side, feet rooted to the floor as you gather your thoughts... hand-in-hand with a moment to reflect... together.

tl;dr: with taehyun i feel like it could go two ways: either you two sit together in silence to reflect or, he’ll actually give you space so you two can be alone for a moment but it ends with you two sleeping on the same bed. he’s open and transparent, wanting to have a discussion rather than shut each other out and i think even if it’s not the right time to have a discussion, he wouldn’t want you two to be sleeping separately because it could form a habit he’s not too fond of. regardless whether you two talk it out the same night of the disagreement or argument or tomorrow morning, it’ll end with you two still sleeping on the same bed and not separately. (i’m sorry kang taehyun made the rules)

[🐧] kai  the sensors in kai’s mind are going haywire at the sight of you reaching for a pillow and the second you make your way towards the bedroom door to leave, his nerves are gnawing at him to do something, kai! he doesn’t know what possesses him to reach for you the minute you turn your back on him and try to leave the room. despite holding onto a chunky pillow, kai’s arms are long enough to band around your body and the pillow, holding you down, keeping you captive, keeping you here.

a part of him wants to let you go, to let you have your moment of peace alone but... that same part of him can’t stand the thought of leaving you alone at a time like this. not when he knows there’s more to say, more to process together... together. 

his heart is erratically thrashing from within. it’s like his nerves are on fire, rapidly pacing along his insides as he clutches onto you tighter. 

he finally has a relieving sigh when he feels you place a hand on his arms. soon, he feels both of your hands smoothening on his arms that he loosens his hold to watch what you would do. with the way you turn around and toss the pillow aside, admitting yourself into his embrace is enough for kai to reel you in closer and rest his cheek along the side of your head. 

although there were no words exchanged, kai doesn’t need any to know that despite the differences earlier on, it all dissolves for a split second as he has you in his arms like this. it’ll surface later on for the two of you to discuss but for now... he stubbornly holds onto you like a lifeline; in similar fashion when he feels you clutching onto him just as tight, submitting to the feeling of sitting in each other’s feelings in the quiet of the night.

tl;dr: i feel like with kai, he’d want to give you your space but he’d want you by his side, too. so maybe it would be a mix of allowing you to leave to clear your mind but for sure, before the night ends, he’d want you two to be able to sleep side by side and maybe talk in the morning once it eases out of your systems to talk properly. regardless, he wouldn’t want to push you to talk but he doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t care about you, either. so the compromise would be you two sleeping together regardless of how you were feeling and still try to talk it out in the morning. though, i feel like the emotions and words would come out the second the two of you are in bed side by side, with him holding onto you and being safe in his embrace to be emotionally vulnerable with one another.

[magenta-cat-drawingss]

When Sigma joins the agency, the couch in the office is "always" occupied by him and a certain someone...🛋

[whenloveisgonewheredoesitgo]

Brand new couch, join me? 🛋

[sunnyskiestls]

🏢 Raika's office interaction with a couch! 🛋

[kcyars99]

Good evening to everyone except racists, bigots, Nazi's, White Supremacists, Twitter trolls, Pedophiles, the Orange Abomination, Diet Mike Pence, & his couches 🛋 and now apparently people whos internet history includes looking up sex with dolphins because JD Vance according to a certain source not only likes to have sex with couches, but he also likes dolphin porn . Really seriously dolphin porn. You could not make this stuff up even if you tried.

This isn’t what Trent Reznor meant when he sung about wanting to f*** someone like an animal

Anyone who listens to nine inch nails and their song “closer” will understand the reference