#men who cook>>>>>

[orange-sora]

We all know that haikyuu is packed with life lessons, especially about growth and competition but one of the things that brought me so much comfort in life is the story of Miya twins. Both Osamu and Atsumu were hard workers but what differentiated them when it comes to volleyball prowess was their priorities. Osamu being a naturally gifted athlete was a major push in Atsumu's life; they made each other better (and worse in some ways). But it was Atsumu's choice to become a professional player and a great setter that pulled him ahead. Atsumu was dedicated to it and if Osamu wanted he could've reached the same skill level (or maybe even more).

Basically as long as you love and want something enough, despite there being "better" people out there, you'll reach greatness in your own right. And I think it's beautiful that consistent effort, even if it takes longer than "natural talent" (which is a topic for another day), will get you where you want to be.

Also, you can be good at something and even have potential to be greater and yet not choose it. You don't HAVE TO pursue anything just because it's expected or even possibly the most natural course for you to take. What matters is what you love.

[solarstranger]

a/n. my first migrated fic and this one's an oldie but a goodie (at least, i like to think so lmao). marriage, when it's not failing lol, is so romantic to me, and i wanted to encapsulate what it's like being married to bakugou in this fic. i hope you enjoy this! (0.9k)

c.w. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, established relationship, aged-up (28 years old)

“i’m home,” you call out, haphazardly putting your keys back into your bag with one hand, the other cradling near your chest the mid-sized box you got from sato’s shop earlier that day.

you’re careful not to mess up the pastry that sits inside it.

“welcome home,” bakugou’s gruff voice echoes from the direction of the kitchen, the sound of which immediately soothes the tension you didn’t know you held in your shoulders.

it’s been a long day, you think to yourself.

excited to meet him after almost 24 hours of not seeing each other, you hurriedly toe off your shoes, noting to yourself to properly return them on the shoe rack later—lest your katsuki nags your ear off again (affectionately).

“hey,” you greet once more as you enter the room, cautiously placing the box on the table before striding towards him to wrap your arms around his middle.

he grunts in acknowledgment.

with your chin on his firm shoulder, you examine the impressive array of ingredients and some of your favorite dishes on the kitchen counter, as well as on the island behind you.

you decide to tease him.

“what’s all this for, babe?”

you can somehow feel more than see him side-eyeing you. “the fuck?”

as innocently as you can, you pipe up: “what?”

at your query, he shrugs himself from your hold and places the knife he was just using to expertly chop vegetables on the table before turning to face you, incredulous.

“whaddya mean, ‘what’?” he huffs, before continuing. “are you saying you forgot what day it is?”

you debate with yourself for a second whether or not to continue this ruse, ultimately deciding against it when you see the flash of hurt on bakugou’s face.

smiling, you reach out to hold his hands in yours.

he doesn’t shrug you off.

a frown still decorates his face, though.

“of course i didn’t, babe,” you say, squeezing his hand for emphasis. “how could i?”

“with how little sleep you’ve been getting ‘cause of how hard you work?” he retorts—rhetorically, based on his tone, “very.”

you only grumble in response as he turns back to continue hacking on the green onions on the off-white chopping board.

he wasn’t wrong.

after a few seconds of staring at his backside, you sigh in defeat, spinning to step toward the kitchen island.

“well, i got us something.”

“what,” he says more than asks, focus still directed towards slicing carrots now. you smile to yourself; you could practically hear the pout in his tone.

you tap on his shoulder, and at that, he finally turns to look at you, an eyebrow raised in question.

immediately, his gaze lowers to the box that you’re currently holding, and a whirlwind of emotions dances across his face.

“...‘happy 4th anniversary to us, champ’?”

despite yourself, you snort. he shoots you a glare, though it has no bite to it.

you gesture to the cake you’re holding. “i didn’t include ‘i love you’ because i knew that would embarrass you around sato the next time the class gets together.”

“yet you decided to use this weird as fuck pet name?” he shakes his head, exasperated. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think his cheeks are turning pink. “your dumbass making me sound like your kid.”

at that, you cackle, and a smirk manages to crack through the annoyed facade he’s trying to maintain.

you place the box back on the counter and step towards him again, coaxing the knife from his grip. you place it on the board before moving to circle your arms around his neck.

his hands automatically find their place on your hips.

you grin up at him.

“well, you do call me mommy, sometimes.”

now, you’re definitely not imagining the scarlet that’s creeping up on his face.

“shut up,” he pokes at your side, and you can’t help the squeal that erupts from you.

after a moment of him tickling you and you frantically begging him to stop all the while gasping for air, he finally relents.

he’s still red in the neck when the air between you falls into a quiet lull.

you reach up to comb his hair back with your fingers, tiptoeing to press a kiss on his forehead. when you pull back, you see that his gaze has visibly softened, and he’s now looking at you with what you’ve long identified as adoration.

longing, too.

four years of being married, and it still knocks the wind out of your lungs.

“happy anniversary, kats,” you whisper, before looking around your shared kitchen that’s filled with testaments of the effort bakugou puts into your relationship. “thank you for doing this.”

“‘s no big deal,” he mumbles, dipping his head to rest on the crook of your neck. he says this despite everything else in the room telling you otherwise.

when he lifts his head back up, you shoot him a knowing look, and he shoots you another right back.

one you know all too well.

one that says, ‘you know what i mean. don’t make me say it’.

four years of being married, and the giddiness and pride of knowing bakugou katsuki this intimately still hit you like a truck.

“i love you,” you whisper again.

“yeah, yeah,” he says dismissively, before dipping in to place a kiss on your forehead. “i love you, too, dumbass.”

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[valiantvillain]

You can't convince me Gale wasn't totally advertising himself as marriage material throughout the entirety of his romance. He's got a tower. It's got a great kitchen and a wine cellar. He can cook. He'll formally introduce you to Tara over a nice dinner. His mother will love you. And after so many years of the bar being in the pits of hell for irl men I fell for that shit hook, line, and sinker. Feel his shirt that smells like a library. It's husband material.

[gomzdrawfr]

About this rb (the op linked this video in their twt before) and I wanna share it too

This. Pair with @on-a-lucky-tide post about Price 🤌🏻

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Schitts Creek 4x13 | Hot Frosty

[blindlydancing]

Amren was right. They hate Elain because they ain’t Elain.

[phoenixfangs]

[tea-cat-arts]

Girl help- why are some of y'all acting like Li Haolin kills off every woman he writes. Like, I'm not here to defend him on everything in regards to how he handles women cuz I do have my own minor gripes, but that thing in particular isn't true. Plenty of the Link Click women lived/got a happy ending and there's still women who are major characters who haven't died yet, so uh- for those not familiar with his other works, please don't fall for some of the doomerism going on about tbhx women who haven't even showed up yet.

[aubreyplazababy]

Laios & Senshi: Non-Stereotypical Masculinity in Dungeon Meshi 🐲🍳🧂

I think Laios and Senshi are such underrated examples of what masculinity could be, not the puffed-up, loud and performative version, but something more quiet, curious, and connected.

✦ Listen me, I'm just saying:

Laios isn’t hyper-muscular or brooding. Instead, he’s a little chubby, wide-eyed, and deeply excited to cook literal monsters. He’s genuinely passionate, even when it gets weird. He’s silly but never foolish, obsessed but still capable of growth. And when he misses the emotional mark (like getting carried away with cooking at the wrong moment), the story lets him reflect. He listens, and he changes. This way, he tries to learn as a leader.

And Senshi? He bonds with aquatic horses. He’s a warrior and a cook. He sews frog costumes and enjoys it. He learns from Chilchuck and Chilchuck with him. He cries over the griffin, and no one mocks him for it. When he’s struggling, the others gather around, not to fix him, but to feel with him. It’s masculinity built on respect and empathy.

They sew frog suits and cook weird things. They save each other, literally and emotionally. And when about through it all, they’re allowed to be men without being rigid about it. They have different perspectives, they make mistakes, but they listen and learn from each other. That’s the kind of brotherhood that heals.

And can we talk about how their interactions with women, like Marcille and Falin, these are refreshingly free of hypersexualization or pressured of romantic tension? The women often save them. And it’s treated as normal. Because it should be.

[alukaforyou]

eye.... am gonna put the rest of this drawing under the cut because...... eye amb...... embarrassed LMFAO

BYEEEEEE LOL 💀💀💀 ever since i saw this cover illust i was like 😭 y he hand out 😭😭😭 is it for MEEEEEE??? 🫣😵‍💫 also so funny how i totally disregarded the original art style sorry i cant draw like that o)-( source for the cleaned cover art

[wishchip106]

he is pregnant and a mother of one

[habitual-truant]

as a persona fan. i HATE atlus. like, theyre always SOOOO close to having really good social commentary on like, pretty much anything in general i guess. but. they pussy out and it has the opposite effect!! like, biggest example that i actually have well formulated thoughts over is persona 4.. i wrote a long ass essay type thing that id honestly like to rewrite now that my thoughts are more solidified on this but, tl;dr… :

kanji isnt gay and naoto isnt trans. kanji’s story is about accepting that hes got feminine traits and learning to stop internalizing what everyone says about him to be true. naoto’s is about accepting that she is a girl, and she IS everything that people look down on her for, and learning to stop rejecting herself just so she isnt disrespected and dismissed by others.

kanji isnt gay and naoto isnt trans, but they should have been. being queer is very obviously a theme in their stories, and without looking deeper into the characters and their arcs, on the surface level, the story is saying that they’re learning to accept that they ARENT queer. which is pretty clearly homophobic and transphobic.

the entire game is about accepting yourself for who you truly are. for the character that is EXPLICITLY stated to be gay and for the character who EXPLICITLY lives socially as a male despite being born a girl to both have their true selves actually be “normal” is… counterintuitive. while it does fit within the theme of accepting yourself, it’s saying to accept yourself as “normal” and “correct”, not as someone who doesnt fit into societal norms. it undermines the idea of being true to yourself. it’s SO close to being a great message that anyone, no matter who they are, can relate to, but it singles out the unusuals, the people who really need to hear that it’s ok to be whoever you are. i could go on and on about how it’s honestly impressive that the writers managed to miss the mark by such a small amount that it ends up completely undermining the entire thing, but it would be redundant (just like my use of the word ‘undermine’ within two run-on sentences..), and i want to take this back to my original point

the writers at atlus are very, very skilled. its amazing, i really really respect them. but at the same time, i think that their ability to write amazing characters and themes and weave them together into a universe with such inconsistent rules is exactly what makes this so infuriating. i KNOW they’re 100% capable of not being misogynistic in their portrayal of women, i KNOW they’re capable of not being homophobic, i KNOW they can take topics like misogyny and homophobia and transphobia and explore the reasoning behind why people are close minded and hateful, and how it affects people who are at the receiving end of the hatred.

but they dont, because either the writers themselves are prejudiced, or what i think is faaaarrr more likely, the executives think it’s too “risky” to talk about and criticize bigotry, and that they want it to be as palatable to everyone as possible. unfortunately that means no gay people, no trans people, no “controversial” minorities in general.. sure, we can have a few complex and well written women as a treat, but they either have to be fanservice or largely irrelevant to the rest of the plot.

no conclusion paragraph this isnt english class

thanks if u read my 11:00 pm hyperfocus fueled rant i am sending you joy and happiness and good things

[rin-hanarin]

They made two of them.

[vvildside]

eddie has no business to have such a full plump pink lips like that no wonder venom only want him to be his host brah

[just-myhyperfixations]

Abby saying that her foxes fight always fight back shows just how much character growth Neil has done.

At the start of the foxhole court we establish that he’s a runner, if anything goes wrong he’ll just dip. But he joins the foxes, which is against his nature and everything his mother taught him, he says he’ll leave before the season starts, well maybe before they play the ravens. And then he just doesn’t leave.

HE STAYS

He makes a deal with Andrew, rips into Riko for Kevin, he knows that he should run but he doesn’t. He lets those annoying bastards into his heart. He brings the racket with him, TO FIGHT. He goes to evermore so Andrew is safe and he FIGHTS Riko the whole time there.

When he starts to get the countdown messages he doesn’t leave, he STAYS. He fights Lola after his found family aren’t in danger anymore. He gave up, because it was pointless, but in the end he fights the fbi agents. Because that’s what the foxes taught him.

He went from flight to fight and I think it’s beautiful. He always had that in him but the foxes brought it out. They made him feel safe enough to be the little sh!t he was always supposed to be.

Neil Jolsten, the man you are

[that-one-stressed-person]

Nsjsjajaksjakans pretty gothic vampire man ily