#I hope this isn’t too silly

[saltedbiscuiit]

Apple Zai

[valentimmy]

his favorite hobby is tormenting cloud 🔥

[smallpapers]

Rough quick comic about waiting..

My terribly late contribution to Make A Terrible Comic Day (which tbf I only just found out about it)

[coolbattlegirl]

🐟 ☔️Playful Banter ❤️ ♠️

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[rosefinnigen]

Feedist Kinktober day 1!

Prompts:

Story:

“Isn’t it kind of late to plant pumpkins?”

She shakes her head, pulling the homemade apple sucker she bought at the last booth out of her mouth with a pop. “Mm, I thought that too, but the guy said these are a fast-growing varietal or something,” she says. “Look, here’s one he planted in August.” She shows me a picture on her phone.

“Wow. That’s impressive,” I say, but I’m not buying it. There’s no way a pumpkin that big was only planted two months ago. But I’m not about to ruin her fun. I mean, the worst that happens is she plants the seeds and they don’t grow, right?

Honestly, I’m surprised —not that she got the seeds, mind you; she’s always getting into little projects like that — but that unlike her other pet projects, she actually stays pretty dedicated to this one. I mean, she did leave the kitchen a mess with all the potting soil, but other than that, this is the most attentive I’ve ever seen her to something that requires this much patience.

I’m also surprised because it does actually seem to be growing pretty fast. The day after she plants it, she pulls me over from my desk and shows me excitedly the tiny, curling green sprout poking up out of the dirt. “It’s our baby!” she exclaims, which our cat seems to take personal offense to.

She’s taken to reading it stories. She’s also taken to eating all the cherry tomatoes I got for my salads, but I can’t be that mad at her — she’s so cute about it, popping six or seven in her mouth at a time so her cheeks bulge out like a little hamster. She’ll sit there on the kitchen floor next to the pot, a snack in one hand and a book in the other, like it’s her favorite spot in the world.

“Talking to plants is good for them! We want our baby to grow up big and strong, don’t we?” she says.

By day five, it’s starting to grow its first leaf, and she makes up this little song about it — “oh, pumpkin baby, pretty green girl~ Prettiest pumpkin in the whole wide world~!” I actually think she’s the prettiest pumpkin out there, but I don’t say it.

“Man, there is not enough room in this kitchen,” she says day nine. Half of that is probably just because she’s covered every available surface with cookie sheets, but the other half is definitely the vines that have started sprawling over the tile and climbing up the cupboards.

Well, and we have to consider that her ass brushes the opposite counter when she bends to take things out of the oven. Did it always do that? I honestly don’t remember. The cookies are great though, especially smothered in homemade apple butter.

“Come look, babe! It flowered!” She calls on day sixteen as I’m bringing in the groceries. She’s sitting on the floor next to the pot, holding up a bright yellow flower for me to see. She’s also not wearing any pants.

“What, were you so excited about the plant you forgot to get dressed?” I laugh.

“N-no!” She says, flushing bright red. “I just… I couldn’t find any pants that fit me.”

Well, not like it matters when it’s just the two of us here. I bend down and kiss her forehead, then give her belly a little poke. “You’re going to blend right in at the pumpkin patch,” I tease, which makes her blush harder.

“Don’t be silly. Anyway, is that food? What did you get?”

The flower only blooms for a day. The next day it’s closed and wrinkled, and she pouts, poking it worriedly. She perks up alright when the oven dings to let her know her cornbread is done, though. (Between you and me, the cornbread is also gone within the day.)

Mind you, I was just joking around when I said she’d blend in at the pumpkin patch. But when the actual gourd starts growing, if I didn’t know better I’d honestly think she was trying to prove me right. Although mostly I’m just worried that between her and the rapidly widening orange abomination she dotes on we won’t have a kitchen at all by the end of October.

“Look how big our baby is getting!” she coos on day twenty-four. Her belly squishes over the top of her new sweatpants — in her favorite sunset orange, of course. The pumpkin looks almost pale in comparison, and she’s definitely got it beat on roundness.

“What are you going to do with it?” I ask.

“Pie, of course,” she says.

It takes our neighbors coming to help just for us to get the pumpkin off the floor and onto the table so we can cut it up, once Halloween comes around and it’s finally fully ripe. Of course, we thank them for their help by sending them home with two of the pies we make from the thing.

I was worried at first that it would have been too big to be flavorful, but she proves me wrong pretty quickly, eating so fast she gets whipped cream all over her chubby cheeks. (I did have some pie myself, mind you, but it’s hard to focus on flavors when someone’s being that cute right in front of you.)

“You gotta stop letting me eat so much,” she groans the morning after.

“Mm-m, no way,” I mumble into her neck, still half asleep but squeezing her a little tighter.

“I’m serious,” she laughs, kissing my nose. “Like it’s not even funny, do you feel how round I am?”

“Mhm,” I nod. “Prettiest pumpkin in the whole wide world~” I sing sleepily.

I hope we grow an even bigger one next year.

[vvitchy]

why are so many young people online obsessed with calling lgbt people fruits it’s one of my biggest pet peeves

[salsflore]

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[rosylamb]

Twirling around my room after my shower cus tonight I am a strawberry scented fairy & in the best mood ever *ever* ~ !!!

🧁 ♡ 🎀 * ·̩͙ ⁺ 🧸 ｡* ⊹🤍

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

I don't wanna be perfect (I just want to be good enough for you)

Heist!Mark x reader (can be read as platonic or romantic) | Words: 694

You are curled into your heist partner's side in the living room area of your shared base, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, when he asks you something out of the blue.

‘Do you think– are we… good people?’

You turn to face him, shutting off your phone screen, and raise an eyebrow.

‘Who are you and what've you done with Mark?’

‘Come on, I'm serious.’ You give him a baffled look and he sighs. ‘I never really thought about it all that much, I guess. I think I always just sorta accepted it? I sorta fell into this profession because it was fun and it paid the bills — I mean, don't get me wrong, I love what we do. I love the thrill, and I love the satisfaction of getting away with our loot scott-free. But I dunno… Recently I've been thinking. Is it bad that I enjoy this job? Am I a good person?’

It's a fair question, you suppose. You understand where he's coming from, but you're sure you both knew what you were getting into when you started this lifestyle, and once you've been doing it for so long it's hard to even begin to think of doing anything else, let alone the difficulty that would come with becoming an honest, working citizen without getting caught and sentenced for your many transgressions.

‘I mean, we're thieves, Mark — regular, organised criminals. We're not exactly heroes’ — you jab him lightly with your elbow — ‘as much as you like to act like one.’

He chuckles at that. There is a light-hearted smile on your face that is soon replaced with a more thoughtful expression. You cast your gaze away from him as you continue.

‘I think good and bad are kinda relative and subjective. The average person probably wouldn’t consider us good people, and yeah, I can't say we're necessarily good, but I don't think we're terrible either. I mean, I wouldn't want to actually hurt anyone. Would you?’

‘No,’ he says quickly. ‘No… Unless someone gave me a reason to.’

‘Well, that's fair. I think that's the same for most people.’

You pause, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. You don't recall at what point your fingers involuntarily found the edge of his clothes, but the familiar texture grounds you. ‘Yeah, we might not be good people per se, but I don't think that makes us bad people exactly, either.’ You meet his eyes again, with all the earnestness you can. ‘I don't think you are, at least,’ you add softly.

‘I don't think you are either,’ he says, and his tone is gentle but unwavering. You feel warm.

You offer a good-natured smile, attempting to turn the conversation in a lighter direction.

‘You know, in our defence, we mostly rob museums and super rich people. I don't think we need much justification to steal from the hella rich, and most stuff in museums is stolen anyway,’ you say matter-of-factly.

He laughs, loud and genuine, and the sound only warms you further.

‘Y'know, you're not wrong…’

‘But seriously,’ you ask, ‘what got you thinking about all this?’

‘I…’ he starts, voice low again, hesitant. ‘I don't know.’

But he does know, he thinks to himself, as he looks into your eyes. He often finds himself wondering what kind of person he is in those eyes.

It's you, he thinks. It's all you.

You break the entirely-too-long and yet far-too-short period of eye contact in favour of returning to your former position, nestled into his side. You lean into him and he places an arm around you, his thumb gently brushing wherever it can reach. You don't think all that much of it, but he's warm and comfortable and safe, and the way you fit together feels like home.

He thinks you're probably right; the idea of a good or bad person isn't something set in stone. And his and your standards measured against anyone else's would certainly differ.

But he finds that he doesn't really care what anyone else thinks of him.

As long as his best friend, his partner, still likes him enough to keep sticking around, that's enough for him.

[goldensunset]

re: the music rant I tagged you in I am so sorry for tagging you in my double-dose caffeine fueled haterism explosion post. truly was off the shits and did not realize how much random garbage talking points I was ready to spill on the first person to ask

but i love haterism…..

[germfalll]

In honor of his birthday I figured I’d share some drawings I did for Fortnite House

[seokwoosmole]

Ngl I’m kind of a mess rn…

[martritzvonmercie]

one thing about me is that i love kaede akamatsu

[autism-disco]

in my defernce i woke up at 3 after falling asleep i don’t know when and i needed to get changed so actually this is FINE but i might as well do some work while i’m awake. that is if i needed defending anyway

[vibrantlyinvain]

the improvement in garten of banban 4 is crazy