Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Remus. The time difference between when Remus gets up and when Sirius gets up on a weekend is usually one to two hours, giving Remus enough time to make tea, read a few chapters of whatever book he’s reading, and then go back to make another cup of tea and cast a warming spell on it. He then sets it on Sirius’ bedside table and crawls back into the sheets with him with his book, allowing Sirius to complete this routine by sleepily moving his head to rest on Remus’ chest while Remus cards his fingers through his hair until he opens his eyes.
Who’s the one to make breakfast: Sirius, and, let me tell you, he’s good at it. Like orgasmically good at cooking food. This is because he spent a lot of time downstairs with the Black household’s cook as an escape from his parents and cousins. He eventually was down there so much that the cook and house elves decided that it was high time he at least learned something from it instead of just sitting there stealing the most delicious ingredients and grinning. It’s the only good thing that ever came out of his home life.
Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Again, Sirius. Sort of as pay back for Remus serving him tea in bed. He’s not much with presentation though. It’s just eggs slapped on a plate with some perfectly toasted bread and jam but it’s divine.
Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: Remus. Watching Sirius stretch as he’s waking up, flexing and stretching his torso, just does something to him. Sometimes he restrains himself, but then he has to watch Sirius cook too and it’s all over.
Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Sirius, much to Remus’ dismay. Although the dismay can’t be that much because he usually gives in.
Who chooses the movies: Remus. Even when it’s The Bourne Identity movies (that they’ve seen 1,000 times). Still, Remus chooses.
Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Both. Why else would they put a movie on? Honestly.
Who orders lunch: Remus. Or at least he tries to order lunch. They keep having to call back because Sirius forgot he wanted extra cheese or no onions. Oh, and “did you get that yummy sauce, Re?” *insert loving eye roll from Remus here*
Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Sirius. Major food envy, there.
Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Sirius. Remus always says to wait ten minutes before getting seconds because “you might be fuller than you think, Pads.” Bottom line is, Sirius never listens, but never regrets it either. (Honestly I want Sirius Black with a hella foodstagram like YES).
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Is this not the definition of Sirius Black? Poor Moony with his notes all neatly arranged on the bed and book in hand, when Sirius is there, crawling over the paper, tossing the book behind him and pulling Remus against him by his hips with a little laugh. Remus protesting and swearing and Sirius just kissing him, “I’ll help you sort them out later. Promise…”
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Remus “sweet tooth” Lupin. His motto is probably that there is nothing that can’t be fixed with a little chocolate ice cream.
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Sirius. For his foodstagram, duh. Sometimes, if he takes too many pictures, he gets a face full of his own ice cream. That picture ends up on instagram too.
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: This is the caption to Sirius’ instagram photo.
Who cooks dinner: They usually order in because they just want to lounge on the couch, wrapped up in each other after not seeing each other all day, but if someone does cook it’s Sirius.
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: They do this together! Remus washes and Sirius dries with kisses in between funny stories from their days.
Who stays up until 2 reading: Remus J. Lupin!!!
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: This is what Remus does in between chapters. Along with hair petting. Yes. Lots of hair petting.
Who kisses their partner while they sleep: This is how Remus wakes Sirius up don’t tell me different.
Send me a ship and I’ll fill this out for them!! :)
genre: FLUFF + FLUFF THAT MIGHT DROWN YOU + GET UR LIFE ALERT READY
includes: wonwoo and mingyu prepare themselves as well as their daughter for her first day of school.
✎ @purplelucia suggested this 2 me lov u but hope u ch**e cause guess what i’m a puddle now n i’m suffering from meanie. ALSO QUICK NOTE, D/N STANDS FOR DAUGHTER’S NAME BC I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO NAME HER SO THAT’S UP TO YALL.
Out of the two, Wonwoo was always the first to wake up. His charcoal
strands would twist and curl in different directions, letting his hair share
appearance with a bird’s nest. The bare soles of his feet would sink into the
carpet as he carefully tucked back the heavy curtains, weak lemon lighting
pooling between the gaps and grazing the honey skin of Kim Mingyu.
He liked to sleep on his stomach, with his arms slipped underneath the
cool linen pillows. Throughout the night the blankets were destined to be
rumpled about and yanked in this direction, that direction. Either way, Wonwoo
would always rouse from a cloaking slumber with the view of the blankets strewn
from Mingyu’s back, allowing the lighting to gather tenuously along his
There was something about the manner each ray crossed his skin, how when
he shifted in the slightest because somehow the room had grown a little
brighter, the lighting would flicker on his lithe back like sunlight glimmering
through water. Wonwoo would card his messy bedhead back and sigh, usually
allowing him to sleep for just a moment longer. However, today was a different
occasion, much different.
“Mingyu,” Wonwoo uttered smoothly while walking around to his side of
the bed, a gentle palm cascading down the younger’s perfectly dipped spine,
“It’s time to wake up early for once, it’s D/N’s first day of school remember?”
Mingyu groaned, his cheek only pressing further into the pillow as
Wonwoo patted the base of his spine. “Wake up.” The elder lilted a little
louder, giving the caramel haired boy another chance to stifle his dreaming. A
few floppy strands of charcoal fell over Wonwoo’s eyes as he leaned down
further, until he could view how Mingyu’s fanned lashes fluttered.
He looks so pretty, Wonwoo thought, though he would rather get his palms
slapped with a ruler than admit it so suddenly, to flare Mingyu’s ego so early
in the morning.
“Babe,” Wonwoo lowered his voice, using his fingers to tap under
Mingyu’s chin. The younger finally opened his cloudy eyes, lips pinching into a
smirk at the endearment Wonwoo hardly used.
And then his snide reply was being whittled to a whine as Wonwoo glided
his fingers to Mingyu’s golden cheek, giving it a slight slap.
“Wakey wakey, eggs and get off your ass.” The elder gleamed with a smile
so incredibly fake.
requested by @kaitiez464 (heya, thanks for requesting! hope u enjoy reading it!)
Living with Darry and the two boys wasn’t as easy as you originally thought it was, but you knew that the trouble was worth it. He had sacrificed so much to take care of Pony and Soda, it was only right for someone to look after Darry. So after what must’ve been a year that you and Darry had been together, you had moved in to help Darry out. And you became the person who cooked, who cleaned and who made sure Darry, Soda and Pony were alright. Sure, sometimes it was a bit difficult taking care of three other people than yourself, but you loved Darry, and you knew that his family meant the world to him.
It had been about 5 months into living with the boys and you had a pretty solid routine. You normally woke up before everyone else to start breakfast and to wake the boys up when it was time. Then, when they were gone, you’d make sure to clean up the house a little and start cooking dinner as it crept into the evening. But it was a hectic Winter wednesday that, for some reason, you had woken up extremely late - Darry, Soda and Pony were supposed to be leaving at that time.
You gently woke the boys in a hurry, so as not to scare them awake, before attempting to crack a few eggs and slap slices of bacon on a hot pan in the kitchen. Before you knew it, the house was bustling with the boys hurrying back and forth between rooms to get ready. Of course, Pony ended up hollering through the shower curtain to get Soda out the shower while Darry was stuck searching for a boot. Between the loud huffs and heavy footsteps, you can tell that Darry had woken up on the wrong side of the bed.
“Y/N? Have you seen my other boot? I coulda sworn I left it right here yesterday,” Darry calls from the living room.
“Sorry, Darry, I haven’t. Check by the armchair maybe?” You offered, concentrated on cooking without burning yourself.
“Y/N, couldja tell Soda to get out the shower already? He’s gonna take up all the hot water!” Pony complained from the steamy bathroom as you attempted to pick up the last slices of bacon from the loud and sizzling pan and onto a plate.
"Yeah, well, get me a towel and maybe I’ll consider gettin’ out!” Soda called from behind the shower curtain, just as annoyed as Pony.
"Well, why didn’t you take one in there before you got in the shower?” Pony asked Soda while walking back to his room.
"Just get your brother a towel, for the love of god!” You yell from the kitchen, spilling a bit of hot oil on your arm instantly inducing a horrid sting. You curse under your breath and involuntarily drop the plate you were holding. It shattered at your feet quite loudly but you barely noticed it due to the stinging, throbbing welt on your arm.
"Y/N, do we got anymore toothpaste tubes? I can’t squeeze any more toothpaste outta this one.” Pony asked you in the kitchen, as you swept up the broken plate shards by your feet.
"Check the bathroom cabinet, Pone. It’s where it always is. Did ya get Soda his towel?”
"No, he hasn’t brought me jack! Couldja bring me one, Y/N?”
Pony rolls his eyes. “I still can’t find the toothpaste. You sure it’s in that cabinet, Y/N?”
"For cryin’ out loud! What does a man gotta do to find a damn boot around here? Y/N, anywhere else I could check?”
You thought your head was going to explode. You must’ve heard your name a million times after that. “Guys! I don’t have the answer to every question under the sun and it’s gettin’ real hard to answer to three people at once asking me this and that while cooking and cleaning up!” You managed to yell, causing a hush to fall over the house. Until a decaffeinated Darry butt in.
"Oh, you think you got it bad? Ha! I’d like to see you try an’ spend a day or two in my shoes… one of which I can’t even seem to find, apparently,” Darry seemed to scoff at you, and boy, that made your blood boil.
"Alright, look, I’m here to help you out ‘cause I love you boys. Y'know, I don’t want you to struggle Darry, but I don’t fucking intend on being this house’s doormat,” you shot back angrily. But Darry didn’t hesitate to yell back.
"Well, these ain’t your damn brothers! Oh, no one asked you to come live here! We were just fine without ya! If anything, you’re just another mouth to feed.”
It was something you had never heard Darry say before, in a tone you only ever heard used when scolding Pony or Soda. Had he really wanted you to leave? You stomped from the kitchen to the living room and out the door to sit on the porch before any more yelling could go on.
"C’mon, Darry, don’t go hollerin’ at her like that. She’s been doin’ the best she c-” Pony attempted to intervene, probably to keep things from escalating any further. But like poking a grizzly bear, Darry only continued to keep yelling.
"Well then I hope you’re okay with her leavin’ you because that’s what’s gonna happen when you keep on like this,” Soda said, walking by Darry, a towel wrapped around him. And it seemed that once Soda put that thought into his head - the idea of you leaving Darry for good - it put Darry back into place. He couldn’t lose you. He loved you.
He walked out onto the porch to sit next to you. But you really didn’t wanna hear anything he had to say, until he actually began to speak.
"Oh god, Y/N. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean a thing I said, ya hear? I was just all riled up an- y'know just don’t go blamin’ yourself for anything. These are my responsibilities that you’re taking on and I should just be more grateful, Y/N,” Darry said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You know I love you.”
"Darry, I love you, too. And I love Soda and Pony. And you probably just need your coffee, but, yeah, this morning’s been kinda rough on all of us. Just a little patience, okay?” You huff out, a bit tired from the noise of yelling.
"Just a little patience,” Darry nodded, moving his hand to your back and his lips to your cheek.
(I’m still filled with feelings from the Star Wars Rebels Season 3 finale so… *throws a random character study fanfic into the void and runs*)
The first thing Kallus notices about living with the
Rebellion is how bright everything is.
He has lived his life among shades of black and white and
grey. His years have been spent walking the polished corridors of Imperial
strongholds and stations, standing on the spotless bridges of their ships.
The world around him has been smooth, ordered, monochrome – and those things
always meant safety for him. Colour and chaos were things he encountered only
in battle, brought to him by blaster fire and bursts of flame.
But as the Ghost leaps
through hyperspace – once, twice, three times, to shake off any pursuit as they
head towards Yavin – it all changes. He, and the other battered souls the Ghost crew rescued from the ruined base
on Atollon, collapse to sleep on chairs, on tables, some even curling up on the
floor like children. And as Kallus lies there, exhausted but sleepless, he
notices the paintings.
Sabine Wren has covered the insides of the ship with her
signature graffiti, coloured shapes and emblems and figures coating nearly
every available space. In the dim light, Kallus casts his eyes across them, and
realises how comforting a sight they are. He isn’t sure why, until he sees the
symbol, that symbol, the phoenix
emblem that’s repeated again and again across the walls in ink of every possible hue.
The symbol that, for years, set his teeth on edge when he saw it, because it
represented chaos, it represented his enemies.
Now… it’s a symbol for freedom. It represents the rebellion
– and that means it represents him.
You'd think an intelligent, well-spoken person who adamantly says she knows what our president is about would be alarmed that her fans believe she's perfectly cool being abused. And you'd think those being well paid to protect her and her career would've said, "whoa, whoa, whoa" when the plan was hatched. I hope she at least gets to slap that egg very hard and very publicly during the scheduled "breakup." #sick
What repulses me is that people are defending this behavior as normal or appropriate. This is not okay.
You shouldn’t be pushed to the edge of despair by anyone.
No one should get excited at seeing you broken.
You in pain should elicit compassion not a demand to give more of yourself.
This movie is about an older man destroying his young muse for the glory of his art. The artist has a singular vision and stops at nothing to achieve it. The parallels are horrifying.
Anyone who isn’t disturbed by that story is in denial and I pray they have some clarity in their own personal life to not allow themselves to be treated in the same callous manner as Darren Aronofsky seems to treat everyone who works for him including Jennifer Lawrence.
Yet another,, Avirre’thel species info dump thing. I wanted to do a shorter (it turned out to be just as long as the others, whoops) one just about their common food/diet, since I may try to start making these mostly shorter and just one topic (though I don’t think I have much left to cover anyway, since I think I’m almost through with most Important Background Establishing Info and etc.).
Though I do also go into what an average kitchen is like and some other more random vaguely food related things, it’s primarily just, about the types of things they eat. Also lol, if you’re interested in their language, when mentioning some of the names of these foods/plants/animals etc. I sometimes go into a little detail on what their names break down into (if they’re combinations of any other words) and why they’re named the way they are and etc., so kind of just by accident (aka me getting distracted rambling more than intended) there seems to be like,, an additional bit of avirrekava (the language name) talk included in here lol
After yet another annoying defeat, the doctor returned to his base. Why…why couldn’t he win? It must’ve been his ancestor Ivo’s fault! So many failures- why did he bring such bad luck to the Robotnik name? It was like a curse! But there had to be some way to break this annoying curse, right? It couldn’t hurt to try and assist his ancestor yet again.
Coming to this conclusion, the doctor from the future dropped something and disappeared from his base. When he appeared again, he was somewhere in the past, but he knew it was at least a year that Ivo was still trying to accomplish something.
The thing was, however, this particular city looked awful. Had Ivo done this, or was the city already like this before? He had no clue what this place was supposed to be, nor did he know whether or not his ancestor had anything to do with it.
It actually interested him, as if the city were the ruins of some old civilization. He figured he’d look around, Ivo didn’t even know he was here, Ivo could wait. Putting his hands behind his back, the doctor began walking, observing everything around him.
Could you do a Hayes imagine where you guys are dating and it’s just really cute and everything thank you!!
you keep eating all the ingredients, we can’t make those muffins” I scolded him
while he was eating the chocolate I bought for the muffins.
baby, but you left it there, it was an open invitation!”
“I just put them
on the counter, Hayes” I rolled my eyes putting the bowl on the counter.
sorry. So, what’s first?” He clapped his hands and then waited for my order
like a little child.
summer and luckily Hayes was home, so we could spent a lot of time together. We
had been living in a kinda long distance relationship since he travelled a lot
with Nash and the other boys, but he promised me he would stay at home to be
with me this summer.
chilling at his place when he started to whine that he wants muffins, so we
ended up at the store buying everything we needed and here we were, ready to bake.
get some eggs please?” I asked him.
bacon, grits, SAUSAGE!” he started to rap for like the fifteenth time that day.
He had a damn song for every situation, I swear.
again, Hayes!” I begged him. He didn’t continue it luckily.
go baby, the eggs!” He put the box down with the eggs in it and just watched
what I was doing.
give me a spoon?”
for my princess!” he announced and took one from the drawer.
“Can I do
something?” he asked with hands behind his back, like a good little kid.
Measure some flour, check how much we need, the recipe is on the table.
He unwrap the
flour, while I was measuring the milk, I wasn’t paying attention what he was doing, I just noticed that he was oddly silent.
I turned to
check out what he was up to, but then I was attacked. A handful of flour landed
right in my face, which was followed by Hayes’s laughter.
hell are you doing?” I asked wiping the flour out of my face.
“You look a
little pale, baby, are you okay?” he asked still enjoying his little prank. But
two can play this game. I grabbed an egg when he wasn’t listening and stepped
closer to him.
come and give me a kiss baby” I said innocently. He grinned down at me not
knowing what was coming next.
lips was about to meet I slapped his head with the egg in my hand and it spread
all over his hair and face.
He wiped out as mush as he could and looked at me with dark eyes.
is a war, baby girl, and you asked for it.” His voice was deep and sexy as
spread flour all over me, that’s not fait!” I protested starting to back, but I
reached the counter so I didn’t have any space left. He started to step closer
and closer with an evil smirk on his face.
care, baby” he said and then spilled the milk all over me.
to run and grabbed some tomatoes and threw them at him.
stop!” I screamed as he grabbed my hips and tried to drag me closer to the
counter so he could reach something to pour on me.
to be punished, you can’t get me all dirty and then get away with it!” he
laughed while I was trying to escape him.
“No! Let me
go!” I screamed and grabbed another egg and slapped it onto his legs.
later he slipped on the milk on the floor and both of us ended up on the floor
with all the ingredients on us.
“I hate you
Hayes!” I yelled but I was laughing just as much as he was.
don’t, you love me” he said leaning closer kissing my lips. He tasted like raw
eggs and milk, it was disgusting, but I didn’t complain.
can’t make those damn muffins, are you happy?” I asked smiling with my lips
still touching his.
want muffins anymore. Let’s order pizza” he grinned at me pecking me on the
lips and then he got up and helped me to stand up.
we need to clean this mess up.”
baby, but first, what if we had a quick shower together?” He hugged me from
behind and started to kiss down my neck.
shower together we will never clean this up” I sighed but I enjoyed so much
what he was doing.
worry about it, baby, we will deal with it later.” And with that, he picked me
up in his arms and went straight to the bathroom.