#domestic...

[lil-shiro]

Esteban and Lance checking the weather forecasts together 🥹

[frosted-skies]

— nutella *

amirr / naim fic sempena raya ! sebab mabuk lagu meriah lain macam, inilah jadinya 😭

(eng narration, bm dialogue!)

Naim stepped into the apartment he shared with Amirr, expecting to see his dearest boyfriend all dressed up for Raya. They had plans to visit Naim’s parents first, since Amirr’s wouldn’t arrive until late evening.

His steps were calculated and soft, afraid that he’d catch his Amirr focused getting ready. Naim hesitated to open the door, his hand a few inches away from the doorknob before he slowly turned it, the door opening to reveal Amirr only in his inner singlet and pants of his Baju Melayu. “Eh. Tak siap lagi?”

Amirr immediately felt his body tense and warm up once Naim’s soft voice registered in his ears. He shook his head, pressing his lips in a small smile.

“Belum. I…tadi asyik jawab mesej from adik you.” Amirr mumbled his words, his hands brushing through his hair before leaning down to grab his top.

Naim furrowed his brows. “Lah. Asal Fakhri duk mesej you?” Amirr slid into his top, the rich maroon matching with Naim’s dark blue.

“Dia sibuk tanya bila kita nak datang rumah dia.”

Naim looked at Amirr, his eyes exploring and admiring the view presented to him. He loved how cute and handsome Amirr looked, especially in traditional clothes; it really made Amirr’s beauty shine even brighter.

Naim’s lips unconsciously spread into a smile, his eyes sparkling as they met Amirr’s. “Cantik gila you pakai baju. Serious,” he stepped closer to Amirr, his body leaned forward as their noses touched. Amirr melted into Naim’s touch, their bodies pieced together perfectly like puzzle pieces. The heat emanating from Amirr’s golden tan skin and Naim’s gentle breathing made the atmosphere calm, gentle and comfortable.

It felt like an eternity until Naim pulled back, his hand rested on the sides of his boyfriend’s arms. He gave Amirr a soft peck on the nape of his neck before letting go, allowing Amirr to grab his samping and slide it on. While that happened, Naim watched from the other corner of the room, mesmerised by how quickly and neatly he wrapped the fabric around his waist. Holy shit.

Amirr fixed the buttons on his top, before putting on sunscreen. He usually wouldn’t wear makeup, but on this day he did. Even the way he applied the skin tint made Naim go crazy. Amirr went for a simple look—skin tint, a little brush of his brows and lip balm.

Makeup in Amirr’s eyes was literally just skin tint, brow mascara and lip balm. He did have a makeup bag, but that was only on the days he would try out crazy and experimental makeup. But, for events he’d just go for a barely noticeable look. He looked at himself in the mirror, before grabbing his phone and wallet.

“Sayang. Jom, visit Fakhri.” Amirr pulled Naim’s hand, dragging him out of the apartment and down to the car. Naim hopped in the driver’s, and as usual, Amirr was in his designated passenger seat.

Naim’s fingers tapped along to the beat of the CD Amirr put on, as they drove through the streets leading to where Fakhri stayed with Naim’s dad. It didn’t take long until they reached, Fakhri stood in place at an empty parking space; a bright, wide smile formed on his face.

***

Knowing Amirr, he loved everything Nutella, and chocolates in general. He had the entire container of tarts in his hands, while he was watching the classic P. Ramlee movie playing on TV. It was as if his hands were on autopilot; endlessly shoving a tart in his mouth without noticing.

“Sayang, mulut comotlah,” Naim hummed, chuckling as he grabbed tissues from the box opposite them and wiped the hazelnutty mess around Amirr’s cute, thin lips.

Amirr whined, pouting playfully. “Awaaaaak!” His voice took on almost a child-like annoyance, playfully turning his body away from Naim.

“Mirr, Nutella tu all over your face. Nanti semut gigit kang.”

Amirr clicked his tongue, huffing before turning around to face Naim. “Fiiiine.”

The container in Amirr’s hand was nearly empty. There was probably around five pieces of the tarts left, and Naim knew that if Fakhri saw it…a war would erupt. He sighed.

“Dah. Enough tarts for you, ‘kay? Nanti sakit tekak.” Naim took the container away, passing a cup of water to Amirr.

Of course, Mr. Nutella would pout again, sulking. “Alaaaah…” Naim chuckled, ruffling his boyfriend’s hair.

“Kat rumah kan ada banyak kuih inti Nutella I buat. Tarts, tapak kuda, biskut. Tu you tak makan pulak?”

Amirr giggled. “Itulah kuih istimewa. I need to treasure it. Sebab tu I makan sikit-sikit.”

Naim’s heart fluttered as he heard Amirr’s words. The fact that he would always say it; he would eat anything Naim baked sparingly so it showed how much he appreciated the effort and love Naim put in his treats. Amirr’s eyes twinkled in the soft light of the florescent lamp in the living room, the little wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiled drove Naim crazy. Astaga...budak ni. Buat aku naik gila. Nasib sayang.

For a while, during their drive back home, they sat in a calming, comfortable silence. Amirr got to bring home a little container of extra Nutella tarts that Naim's dad hid from Fakhri (thank God) and it simply stayed in his arms, cradled. Amirr seriously treasures anything Nutella like it was a living thing, which to Naim was the most adorable Amirr habit.

Finally homed, changed into their cutesy matching pajamas while watching random Korean variety shows (that Naim swears he definitely didn't save on the computer) and of course Amirr was snacking on Nutella tarts.

Naim didn't have his eyes on the screen, but rather on the sight of his boyfriend eating the tarts next to him. A warmness showered over him, as his heart fluttered and his lips curled into a smile. He leaned to snuggle into the nape of Amirr's neck, taking in his sweet vanilla scent.

"I love you, Amirrtella." Naim muttered, kissing Amirr's skin.

Amirr snorted, before erupting in a laughter so loud he slammed the computer closed. "And I love you too, my sweet Naim."

hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!!!!! can u tell amirr/naim is my favourite </3

hai @adymasaklemak

[gruesomejack]

[surviving-the-next-4-years]

[theknightlywolfe]

[hurtspideyparker]

YES the Thunderbolts have a fantastic team as family dynamic, yes they are living in Avengers tower, yes history is repeating itself and 2012 tower fics are so back. BUT!

instead of "Alexei eating poptarts" or "Yelena in the vents", we must come up with new headcanons and make history

Bob always does normal domestic chores, often getting in the way of important missions and spy business. "All I'm saying is Bucky is our best sniper" "It would be a much quieter assassination if I just slipped into the condo and cut his—" "Hey sorry guys, anyone have laundry? I'm doing a load"

Yelena and her guinea pig always eat meals together at the dining table. Everyone has their Chinese food or barbeque, meanwhile the rodent is loudly munching on a salad right beside them

Bucky is the mom and always keeps them on track. "Ava you have a dentist appointment in the morning, and bring Bob so they can add him to the insurance. Lena how was therapy? Alexei, I said no vodka until dinner"

Alexei is always coming up with new promotional ideas for the team. Cartoon tv show, cereal, toothpaste flavour...every day he thinks he's come up with the next big thing. Whenever they actually get put into production (Wheaties) he collects and saves it, and won't let anyone use a different product. (He threw out Yelena's frosted flakes and it took both Bucky and John to get her to stop attacking him)

Ava likes to phase and sneak attack her teammates at random. She claims it's for training but really she just thinks it's funny hearing them scream

John gets blamed for everything, even if it isn't his fault. Especially if it isn't his fault: "who ate the last bagel?" "John." "Where's my hair straightener?" "John had it." "Whose turn is it to unload the dishwasher?" "Johnnnn"

[lili-home-to-embraces-and-hugs]

The Batcave has a “Do Not Talk To Me” couch. It’s sacred. It’s unspoken. It’s real.

okay so. picture this:

the batcave has one couch. it's in the corner. it’s hideous. it’s like beige or green or something equally offensive to every one of their aesthetics. no one likes the couch.

and that is exactly why it became sacred.

because one night jason just. drops onto it. full gear. bleeding. absolutely done with life. says nothing. doesn’t even take off the helmet. sits there in silence for 3 hours and then leaves.

next week tim uses it. sits there post-mission. face in hands. someone tries to ask if he’s okay and jason throws a batarang at them.

and thus it began.

Rules of the Do Not Talk To Me Couch:

You sit there? No one speaks to you.

You cry? No you didn’t.

You eat cold noodles off your chest at 4 a.m.? That’s sacred time.

If someone tries to comfort you? They are excommunicated for 12 hours.

Dick (sitting on the couch):

Damian: Grayson, are you—

Jason (from across the cave): HE’S ON THE COUCH.

Jason: I don’t make the rules.

Steph: You LITERALLY made the rules.

Jason: And I am the defender of the rules. There’s a difference.

one time damian storms in. covered in blood. absolutely furious. 10/10 rage goblin energy. throws his sword. marches to the couch. sits. arms crossed. steaming.

tim takes one look at him and goes: “i’m making tea.”

jason: “that’s acceptable. tea is allowed. talking is not.”

bonus:

once bruce sits on it.

and the ENTIRE CAVE goes silent.

tim literally freezes mid-typing. cass stops mid-flip. jason just mutters “oh shit.”

they all leave. immediately.

the couch is not ready for bruce.

extra bonus:

alfred vacuums around the couch. never says a word. leaves snacks in a silent offering. once placed a weighted blanket gently on jason’s shoulder. that’s different. he’s allowed.

[eriochromatic]

lazy mornings at the Last Drop ☕☀️

[soaptaculart]

Postcanon Farcille indulgence

[synoicus]

I was made to love you, and yet,

Inspired by this observation by a friend:

[gawki]

Royal Pigeon

[autism-freaks]

I think it's a common misconception that domesticating animals is somewhat like enslaving them. It really is more of a symbiotic relationship. No wild animal would have willingly put up with early humans if they didn't get something out of it. Wolves wouldn't have stayed with us and become dogs if they weren't getting food and safety out of it. Many large herbivores that are now domesticated could and would have easily trampled their early human captors or broken their enclosures open if they didn't have a reason to stay. Sometimes individual animals still do if we don't give them what they need.

The animals that have stayed with us for thousands of years have evolved to cooperate with us better. Dogs have additional facial muscles around their eyes that wolves lack in order to mimic human facial expressions. Sheep grow their wool perpetually while their wild counterparts don't because a bigger fleece means they're more likely to be allowed to breed and be kept around. Domestic dairy cows produce much more milk than wild bovine species and domestic hens lay more eggs. Do you know how energy costly producing eggs or milk is for an animal? It's pretty intense! They wouldn't be able to do that if we hadn't given them the food and safety from predators and the elements to.

And we really need to show these animals respect and gratitude for what they give us by taking excellent care of them. They gave up a lot to be with us, often including the means to take care of themselves in the wild. That's a huge reason why I'm not against using animal products, but I hate factory farming. They are still living, breathing creatures with needs and feelings. They deserve a comfortable life and, when the time comes, a humane death.

[jottingprosaist]

told my cabbie for the 3am airport trip that I was feeling a bit nauseous and he immediately took my bag away from me and said "Trip to the airport is 12 dollars. I'll drive slow." and then he did-- no fast corners, very gentle stops at the lights. and I was willing to pay the extra few dollars for it, but when the meter hit $12 he clicked stop and let me ride the rest of the way free. and it might just be the insanity of waking up at 2:30 after 4 hours of sleep but I was really emotional about it. Like ok Mr Sandeep, the world is still good actually.

[ciil]

he is touching vik’s lil mole above his lip :3

[corpsebod]

Trevor looks like he's begging and pleading for me to not blow a raspberry on his huge white tummy again