My 221b series. I wanted to see them all together. I’m thinking about picking this up again and making some more. It’s different from my other work (but then again, I have like 4,5 styles going on right now) but I really like the feel of this. Maybe I should try to work in some textures…
Doc’s dog before Einstein was Copernicus. So I think Doc and Marty’s dog after Einstein will be called Hawking. Y’know, naming dogs after scientists. Good, smart doggos who love their dads.
Carry On Anniversary Week Day 2: Sam and Dean’s domestic life
Although we’ve seen bits and pieces of Sam and Dean doing stuff like this over the years, the finale offered us an actual montage and it was the best thing ever!!! It was also the first time they were free to do whatever they wanted, and the fact that they just chose - this, while not being surprising, warmed my little heart ♥️
The Hot Wife is planning this year’s garden. She’s growing pickling cucumbers (for me to make gherkins, half-sours, and bread & butter pickles), various squash, melon, pumpkins (to carve at Halloween), peas, carrots, spinach, green beans, peppers, tomatillos, tomatoes, and a bunch of herbs.
Fingers crossed that they all make it!
Whatever we can’t eat (the tomatoes can be be fruitful) we give to friends/neighbors or we can it.
Some girls, like me, aren’t naturally inclined towards domesticity. I would pout, whine, argue, dawdle, and do a bad job with the housework. My husband tried everything he could think of to get me to fulfill this part of my wifely duties. He asked nicely, tried to bribe me, yelled at me, beat me, threatened me, even bought me a cute little outfit. Nothing worked. I just yelled right back at him, suffered through the beatings, and threw the clothes back in his face, wearing my sweats and t-shirts when I made my half-assed attempts to clean.
Finally, he left me in the stocks for two nights. Exposed, vulnerable, and unprotected. I lost count of the number of people who used my cunt and ass. No one listened to my begging or my hollow threats of vengeance. They just laughed and pointed out that I’d been a negligent wife, hadn’t kept the house as my husband wanted, hadn’t been obedient. And now I was getting just what I deserved.
Now I happily clean the house without him even needing to ask. Beyond that, I wear the French maid outfit he so generously bought me and strive to be sexy even while I’m just cleaning. I know that I’m lucky to have him and I want to always be pleasing to the eye. I’ve learned my place and feel so good about serving my purpose as a wife and as a woman. He has a clean house and a much more pleasant wife.
Reaction Junkie and I have a bit of a tradition. Every Sunday I wake him up with chocolate chip pancakes (vegan, of course). I like making them for him because I like showing my love for him with acts like this, I enjoy the domesticity of it all, cooking is a kind of service I actually enjoy, and, obviously, because then I get pancakes for breakfast!
Staying up late doing work/tumbling. Wearing two symbols of being owned, obvi.
I’ve started cooking and baking again, and I’m so happy to be able to provide healthy and delicious food for Reaction Junkie. He likes what I make, it allows me to feel creative and have awesome food, and it adds a bit of domesticity to my life/our relationship.
Taking the time to make my own sandwich bread rather than just buying it makes me feel like a boss, and I love how excited Reaction Junkie gets about it. It can be a fair bit of work sometimes, but it’s totally worth it to go above and beyond, to take that extra step, go the extra mile, make that additional effort.
When I cook or bake something and give it to Reaction Junkie, I’m always a bit nervous because I so want to make him food he likes. So far, he’s enjoyed most everything. That makes me feel accomplished and like I’m serving one of my important purposes.
Occasionally, he tells other people about the awesome food I’ve made him, and that fills me with happiness. I want to make him proud to be with me, to own me, as I’m proud to be with him, to be owned by him.
PS. I baked bread tonight and the apartment smells amazing.
“Are you sure it won’t give you a headache, love? I really love that you’re making it, but you know it fucks your system over.” Loki gave you a worried glance, nibbling at a beguni as he watched you ladle out the khichuri.
“It’ll be fine,"you waved it off excitedly, choosing to ignore the memories of the times you had gotten sick after eating khichuri. Which was almost every time you had ever eaten it. "It’s been years since I’ve had this, I can’t give a shit right now.” You hadn’t so much as had a whiff of the typical scent of a rainy day Bengali lunch in years, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the aftermath just yet.
“So you can find an excuse to keep me in bed all weekend even after I’ve cured your headache with seiðr?"Loki grinned, setting the bowls ofilish fries beside your plates. "This smells absolutely delicious, by the way.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” You stood up on your tiptoes and pulled him down to kiss his cheek. “We’re gonna stay in bed all weekend anyway, you know it.”
You had barely pulled the chair towards yourself when he wrapped his arms around your waist to attack your neck with very wet kisses. You shrieked, laughing and struggling to get away as he tickled you.
“Don’t tempt me, love.”
“I’ll tempt you later, I wanna eat now!”
“Okay, okay!”
Obviously, you got a headache later that evening. And obviously, he cured it with seiðr, just as he had predicted. It was worth it, you smiled to yourself as you pressed your nose into Loki’s neck and joined him in a deep slumber, serenaded by the whisper of rain on the window panes.
