wouldn’t it be fucked up if I wrote something abt being one of the women toji stays w/ after the death of his wife except… he brings little megumi and little tsumiki with him to stay with you? Wouldn’t that be so painful and I absolutely shouldnt do it?
Can you imagine, Jou learning to cook (or maybe he already know) and then he start to make the cutest bento for Seto so he make sure he eat something in his day and Seto can't live without his rice that look like a cute bear now
Jou can even had an Instagram for sharing all of it and ppl think he is a wife 😂
doing this amazing new thing called eating well EVERY DAY and drinking enough water EVERY DAY and trying to get a bit of a healthy walk in EVERY DAY and sleeping at least 7 hours EVERY DAY... and then looking at my Fitbit stats like a nerd to see what happens EVERY DAY... will let you know if anything interesting does happen
Jigen’s line in P1E02 about how women should be in the kitchen or whatever is among the blandest and least memorable misogynistic statements of all time, but when viewed in hindsight the irony of it is overwhelming. Retroactively hilarious. Imagine if Part 6 Fujiko showed up at Part 6 Jigen’s place and just assumed she could naturally do the cooking. Better than him. In his own kitchen. He would be SO mad. Profoundly offended. Just absolutely seething. COOKING and MARKSMANSHIP are COMPLEX SKILLS which are CAREFULLY HONED through YEARS OF PRACTICE and without them I have NO SENSE OF SELF WORTH.
The DnDads Bigtop Burger au but the Oakworthy " we can't keep meeting like this" is because the teens accidentally rammed their truck into Scam's because they can't fucking Drive
thinking about a simple domestic life with ur f/os... matching house slippers and toothbrushes and waking up beside each other. having your pictures framed on the nightstand! doing the laundry together and quietly sharing meals. helping each other get ready in the morning & then coming home to them or vice versa. waking up to the smell of something new they’re baking (hopefully its pleasant, not burnt...) or hearing them sing in the shower at night. seeing their clothes in your closet and their favorite trinkets around the house. literally just co-existing in the same space. give me a second i feel ill