#fancy summer

[felucians]

before there was brat summer, there was fancy summer

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[curiousfancy]

Summer solstice vibes 🌞

Link to my dress (organic cotton, goes up to UK 26/28 and on sale now)

[toyastales]

Chung Thanh Phong ss25 collection

[greypryde]

You only get stronger...You only get smarter...My money will always be on Marvel Girl.

[shopwitchvamp]

Witch Vamp is MARRIED

It's official, as of 7/28/24 Witch Vamp's business partners @jessdean & @themikeydeano are also partners for life 😎

[autsdoodles]

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you

[eliounora]

saw a video claiming that having two cars makes one upper middle class and a bundle of thoughts occurred to me that I'm struggling to word elegantly but it's something about how people can't tell between middle class and the upper middle class and the rich, and therefore don't realise just how rich actual filthy rich people are and how poor actual poor people are. also something about poverty being deemed a virtue, which makes it harder for people to recognise and especially admit their own privilege and luck, resulting in well-off people insisting they are poor and middle class people getting called rich for arbitrary things.

[k-diarys]

ʚ(˵╹ᵕ╹)⊃ ˚ ʚ👛 VICTORIA ✿ BRATZ ⊹

[never-looked-so-good]

he did it in reverse this year guys. but the tradition of becoming a lobster must be followed

📷 @/cemoi_priv

[cr-arnival]

ough uhhhh (unrelated to my hiatus) my laptop broke so take some colored pencil drawings in the meanwhile

expect more soon bc i can't do anything else really

[wereshrew-admirer]

feeling real proud of my plant room after joining a teams meeting from home this morning to (successfully) impress my coworkers, so:

(and also my 15yr old crested gecko, Plantain, and his housemates Card Catalog and Little Library)

[curiousfancy]

Summer ☀️🌿🌸

[spittyfishy]

A little companion piece to this art that I finished moths ago and forgot to post!

[peaches2217]

102. "Promise me you'll come back", with Mario and Luigi if could please!

102. Promise me you’ll come back.

"You've got plenty of Mushrooms?"

"More than I know what to do with."

"And your med kit?"

"Yup."

"Now, I mean it, Mario. The second you see blood, stop and patch yourself up. You've gotta keep yourself in one piece. Two pieces max."

"Alright, Mama."

Luigi startled at the sudden tonal shift, and Mario held his eyes for a long moment, his lips set into a firm line. Then, just as quickly, his features brightened; he clasped one of Luigi’s shoulders and patted it a few times, his eyes crinkling, his lips turning upward.

This was the first time he'd smiled — really and truly smiled — in three months’ time. That was almost enough to make Luigi smile too.

If only it weren’t for the quiet voice nestled deep within his brain, whispering that he’d never see that smile again.

His opposite arm clasped Mario’s shoulder in return, and he met his brother’s smile with sincerity, somber and powerful. At least he hoped that came across in his face.

“Remember what you promised,” he implored.

“Come on, Weeg, you know I’ll be okay! They don’t call me ‘Super’ for nothing.”

“No, promise—” Luigi’s voice stuck in his throat, forcing him to whisper the rest of his plea. “Promise me you’ll come back, Mario.”

Mario’s face fell all too quickly again. He would make another wisecrack, Luigi guessed, try to lighten the mood and distract from the topic so he wouldn’t have to make promises that couldn’t be kept. And how would Luigi respond? He wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he dissolved into a blubbering mess. Already his legs trembled beneath him, forcing him to dig his fingers into his brother’s shoulder to stay upright.

He’d always kept Luigi steady on his feet, from the time their feet first touched the ground. Luigi didn’t want to know a world without his fratello— without his gemello.

Once more, Mario’s face shifted… and then he pulled Luigi against him, tightly enough that it knocked the wind from his lungs and drew a startled noise from his throat.

“Ci proverò,” Mario muttered near his brother’s ear, and suddenly he didn’t sound all too confident either. “Prometto.”

I’ll try. Luigi knew that was as good an affirmation as he would get. So he embraced Mario in return, wrapping his arms around him as tightly as his muscles would allow and digging his fingers into thick denim overalls, because once you let go, he’s as good as dead.

The intrusive thought was so sudden and so loud that he pulled away, just to make sure he could still see his twin, just to make sure his premonition hadn’t become reality, not yet. Yes, Mario was still here, looking up at him with uncertain eyes — Luigi clamped his eyes shut and cupped the back of Mario’s head and brought their foreheads together as swiftly and gently as possible, because he’d had plenty enough uncertainty, thank you.

Mario cupped the back of Luigi’s head in turn and pressed deeper into their embrace. Maybe he was thinking the same thoughts. Maybe he’d already made peace with the notion of his demise. The silence that hung between them said far more than words could hope to express.

If he couldn’t stop Mario from getting himself killed, Luigi would at least make sure he died knowing he was loved.

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