#thanks gods of sitcoms

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

if you happen to enjoy any other sitcoms (tgg can be included here), what are your top 5 favs?

If not: top 5 fav TV series in general?

I do enjoy sitcoms in general, yeah! TGG is obviously in the top spot haha (both as a sitcom and as a TV series in general, it's my all-time favourite!!), but that feels a bit like cheating, so have my top 6 sitcoms instead:

The Golden Girls

Derry Girls

Life With Elizabeth

One Day At A Time (2017)

Bewitched (1964)

Casa Vianello

This last one is an Italian sitcom that was really popular when I was a kid, and it's a riot! It's the everyday life of an old married couple who bicker all day and all night but love each other to bits. The main actors were married and very in love in real life too -- to the point that they died within months of one another. They were one of Italy's most beloved famous couples.

Just for kicks (and because I like listing things!), have also my top 5 non-sitcom shows:

Only Murders In The Building

The Good Place

Good Omens

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Boris

This last one is Italian as well! It's a very funny satire show that pokes fun at Italian TV networks. Extremely quotable.

Thank you for the question!! You made me realize I should rewatch a few of these, haha!

[Ask me my Top 5 anything]

[alluralater]

seeing one of your posts reblogged on someone else’s page feels like those surprise guest appearances that happens on tv shows

[walking into the sitcom living room in an 80s sweater from one of the nine doors that lead outside, looking around like i’m lost] uhhh i think i’m on the wrong blog?? [charming toothy smile] guess i’ll have to stay for a while! [theme music fades in as the live studio audience cheers] we’re gonna have a great show tonight folks!

[vibinglikethat]

*inhales* well,

♫ you know everything is gonna be a breeze, the end will no doubt justify the means you can fix any problem with the slightest of ease ♫

(yes please)

♫ but you might find out it'll go to your head when you write a report on a book you never read, with the snap of your fingers you can make your bed ♫

(that's what i said)

♫ EVERYTHING IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS WHEN YOU CAN GET ALL YOU WANTED IN YOUR WILDEST DREAMS

YOU MIGHT RUN INTO TROUBLE IF YOU GO TO EXTREMES BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS

BE CAREFUL NOT TO MESS WITH THE BALANCE OF THINGS BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS NOT WHAT IT...

seems.

[green-and-grey]

and to think I ever doubted my mother when she told me i live in a sitcom

[rhobi]

had a dude at work awkwardly ask if I'm in a romantic relationship and i said yeah i have been for five years now and he goes 'oh...thank you'

[bettyweir]

okay something about ^ this show. is the line "Dude your about to be mitched" and fucking lowes hardware music starts playing.

[hwajin]

parents have no reason in hell to ever be laughing as loud as they do

[likeclarabow]

🔥 <33

binge watching shows sucks i cannot do it the only times in recent memory that i watched more than two episodes at a time are when i watch new girl with my bf and when i first watched 911 and those were lightning strike moments

the ideal show watching schedule is 1 per day/every few days at a scheduled time so you can have Tv Time good things are meant to last not be consumed in one day

[icterid-rubus]

We switched to text but I kind of fumbled the convo handoff and I’m struggling to think of things to say but part of me is like, good, the more you say now the less you’ll have to say in person on Saturday!!!!!

[fearsomeandwretched]

I'm already really sad and this episode of Abbott Elementary with Barbara trying to raise money for the kids to go on a field trip and failing has me in my feels

[eileennatural]

i would never say this if anyone who cared abt dc followed me but the comedic potential of deathstroke/nightwing is insane. yeah they hate each other yes they have tried to ruin each other's lives multiple times yes their divorce has a body count upwards of 100,000 people. yes they will forever be diametrically opposed yes they are occasional coworkers but eternal enemies. you don't like me but you respect me and you're also mildly obsessed with me. You tried to kill me for money multiple times but i told my dad you were a good man. i want nothing more than to beat the shit out of you (mutual). introducing sex into this relationship would be the worst possible decision but more importantly it would be funny as hell

[cherrygarden]

oh my god going through a random tv show's tag is just exposing yourself to the stupidest people alive. never leaving my corner of the internet again

[verdiesque]

we are lady parts s2 dropped specifically to save the pitiful remnants of my mental stability from crumbling into dust

[nomaishuttle]

GENUINELY PREV LIKE ACTUALLY REALLY AND TRULY I THINK IM UNABLE T MAKE FRIENDS BC OF MY CHILDHOOD.

[catssluvr]

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, aaron hotchner

aaron hotchner x fem!reader (895 words)

in which aaron is sweet to you when you're moody or you finally realize he loves you back

warnings: r is a grump, sweet aaron <3

“he says ‘look up’ and your shoulders brush” “you can hear it in the silence” “and you knew what it was, he is in love” you are in love, taylor swift

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You stand with your back against the wall, the cold night breeze making it's way through your sweater. But your mind is somewhere else, not enough at peace to regret not bringing your jacket.

The thought of coming back inside makes you feel almost dizzy. You haven't slept in two days and it's really starting to get on your nerves. The coffee stain on your shirt and the bags under you eyes might add up to the moodiness.

It's just not a good day. All you know is that you're standing outside the police station when you're supposed to be inside gathering your things to go home.

"Hey, are you okay?" You were too distracted to notice Aaron approaching. A gentle smile on his lips, one that you don't get too see too often.

"I'll be fine." It's technically not a lie, but the dramatic pout on your lips tells him otherwise.

"I made you tea." Aaron knows better than to push it. He hands you the cup, fingers purposely brushing against yours and you can feel your insides grow warm already. "It's red berries, hope that's okay."

"S'fine. Thank you." He seems pleased with your answer. Moving to lean his back against the wall right beside you.

You can feel yourself relax just by his presence. You have no idea why he's always so sweet to you, but you love it nevertheless. You’ve been in love with him for as long as you can remember and you’re grateful for whatever it is that you have.

"God, you're freezing." He states once he reaches to touch your cheek, thumb brushing gently against it.

You only realize now how cold it is, your fingers are practically numb and you're pretty sure your lips have turned another shade. It's winter, genius. You huff at yourself, the sleepy state making you feel annoyed at everything.

Aaron is quick to unzip his thick jacket, pulling it off without a word and making sign for you to let him put it on you.

"Hotch-" You start to protest but he quickly shushes you while helping you into the coat, one sleeve at a time.

He makes sure you don't have to lift a finger, rolling up the sleeves enough so that you can hold your tea and zipping the jacket up to your chin - which doesn't fail to put a smile on you.

You settle back to your previous position, not quite ready to go back inside yet.

"Look up." He says after a moment. You eye him confused before shifting your gaze, eyes going wide at the shooting star ripping through the sky.

But your attention is cut short when you feel his shoulder press against yours, trying to mask how flustered it makes you by keeping your eyes locked on the sky. You can practically hear him breath and you fight to urge to lean against him.

"It's pretty." You mumble out, clearing your throat with a cough.

"It is." He whispers back, though his eyes never leave you. You suddenly feel like you're in some kind of corny sitcom, but he's calling you pretty.

Your body feels hot, cold weather not affecting you anymore as your palms grow sweaty. You hide your face in his jacket, almost immediately regretting the idea as it smells like his cologne.

His fingers tuck under your chin, lifting your gaze to his. "I'm here, you know?" He reassures. You know he is, but it's still nice to hear it once in a while. It's nice to know he insists on staying by your side even when you're a grumpy mess.

"I know." You say with croaked voice.

This all feels a bit selfish, he also hasn't slept in two days and has probably had to deal with way more rude officers than you. But he doesn't seem to mind it for some reason.

"C'mere." Aaron opens his arms, voice gentler than ever and not wasting a second to wrap them around you.

You practically slump against his chest, arms wrapping around his middle - as much as possible with the thick jacket on you. You can smell his cologne, way more intense now, and can't help but find it comforting.

He rests his chin on the top of your head, squeezing you against him before rubbing your back with his hands. A comforting silence falls over the both of you and he allows you to rest against him. Not pulling away until you do.

"Get comfortable in the SUV, i'll go get your things." His eyes twinkle as he speaks, holding your elbows in his hands.

"You don't have to." It's not a 'no', and that's all he needs.

"I want to." He reassures, eyes not leaving yours. "Besides, we can't have you shoot deadly glares at everyone that passes." Aaron teases.

He pinches your side softly, handing you the keys before walking away. You scoff at him, but your smile is just as big as his.

It finally hits you. He got you tea, made you wear his jacket and hugged you for way longer than a casual hug should be. All in an attempt to cheer you and you don't remember the last time he wasn't the grumpy one in a conversation.

He's always caring to everyone, you know that. But not like this. Aaron is in love with you.

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love you,

cat 🤍

[writingouthere]

neighbor!Sukuna x singlemom!reader

it gets less(?) wholesome and we finally have some smut even if it's just solo for now

cw: masturbation, panty stealing, Sukuna is a red flag

Sukuna was doing his laundry, because he was a responsible adult, and he enjoyed doing chores early in the morning after you and the kid had left but before he needed to go in to the shop. It was quiet, which was rare for his apartment now. Not that he minded, but it was easier to clean up when Bug wasn't trying to get him to pretend to be the evil sorcerer from her favorite cartoon.

You said she used to love the sensei character best but now she liked the villain because he had the same "tat-ews" as Sukuna.

God, she was such a cute kid.

Of course, he thought the two of you would have some pretty cute kids yourselves and he thought Bug would make a great older sister.

Whistling to himself, like the wholesome sitcom father he was becoming, he went to open up the dryer so he could move his stuff from the wash when something fell out. He didn't notice what it was at first, just noting that it seemed like you had left a load in the dryer and he planned on showing how helpful he could be by grabbing it for you. He went to grab the extra bin when he saw what had fallen on his shoulder.

It was a blue pair of panties.

Now there was nothing particularly sexy about the panties themselves. They were very practical, as expected of someone as responsible as you. This didn't stop him from picking them up and bringing them to his nose for a deep inhale.

Logically, he knew that they had just been washed and all he would be getting a whiff of was the lavender dryer sheets he kept stocked. Still, he didn't know if it was just his imagination but he swore that he was still able to get a scent of sweet cunt even from the clean panties.

He felt himself start to get hard and he didn't resist the temptation to palm his cock through his sweatpants, as his other hand held your panties to his face. Before he ended up making a mess and cleaning cum out of every crevice of his washing closet, he took your newly acquired panties and went back to his room.

He couldn't wait for this to be your room instead of just his room. For him to smell your shampoo on the extra pillow on his bed and for your clothes to take up half his closet. He had already gone out and bought another set of drawers after you moved in, you hadn't said anything and he was glad because it would have been awkward to explain they were for you when you still were under the impression you were temporarily crashing with a friend. An impression he looked forward to completely shattering at the soonest opportunity.

He thought back to some of the ways it could happen as he slid his sweatpants down just enough to let out his hard cock and balls.

He remembered the other day when you had leaned down to kiss his cheek to thank him for picking up your daughter from daycare. He thought about what might have happened if you had decided you needed to show him how grateful you really were.

You would have tucked the kid in, you were a good mother like that, before shutting the door to what would now be Bug's room while you both made your way down the hall to your room. He didn't think he could have resisted pressing you up against the wall once he had you alone, even knowing your room was a few feet away. He would have had to show you that that kiss on the cheek wasn't enough. He imagined grabbing your hips, the hips that proved you had carried a child and showed how good you would be at having his.

He would have pushed you against the wall, hard enough to knock the breath from you but not so loud as to wake up the kid, he could be quiet. He wondered if you could.

Sukuna's breath had turned to panting as he slid your panties up and down his cock. Beads of precum dripping onto the material until it was almost damp. He brought his other hand down to play with his balls as he kept imagining what he would do to you.

He would have kissed you, fuck he wanted to kiss you. To finally taste you and know that he could do it anytime he wanted. He would have picked you up, shown you that you could never be too heavy for him and wrapped those thighs he had been dreaming about around his waist. He could imagine moving his lips down your cheek, to your neck, to the hint of cleavage he could imagine showing now that your shirt was slipping down your shoulders. He'd stick to kisses and light nips with teeth, not wanting to leave a mark where anyone else could see them. Let everyone else see you for the respectable, working mom you were, he wanted to be the only one to see you marked up and fucked out.

At this point, Sukuna slowed down his strokes before he came too fast. Wanting this to last, wishing you were here to take care of him instead.

Because you would insist through the pants and whimpers he just knew he could pull from you, that the two of you needed to move this to the bedroom. To his bedroom. He would correct you, it was your bedroom now and you would blush as he carried you and set you down on the bed. Sukuna didn't know if he would have the patience to hold back the first time, but he figured he could always make it up to you by eating you out until you were screaming some other time. He knew he wouldn't be able to handle your mouth on his dick until after he'd already come in you.

He would still treat you right, making sure to stretch you out because his cock was just so fucking big and you were so small. He would make sure he got at least three fingers in you before he even tried to get his cock in you.

He just knew you would be begging for him by then and he'd have no choice but to put his hand over your mouth, no to cover your mouth with his, after all you couldn't wake the baby, just to keep you quiet. And then-and then-

Sukuna groaned as he came, his spend soaking your panties until he was sure they were ruined. He sat there, panting until he caught his breath.

When he could feel his legs again, he looked down at your panties. Fuck, he really had done a number on them. Part of him was tempted to keep them as a souvenir, but he hadn't made it this far to scare you away now and even little details counted.

When he came home that night to a freshly cooked meal and a chattering Bug, holding up her arms to be picked up, you made sure to thank him for putting your laundry basket in your room. You had just been so rushed in the morning, you had forgotten to take it out and he was just the best, most helpful roommate you could ask for.

He nodded as he pressed a kiss to your daughter's forehead.

Roommate, right.