#fumo is life

[alvar0]

i just found out about fumo plushes and i think my life has forever changed

[charpim]

aaaggggghh aack ack[starts coughing really hard] Hi

[chilltouhoubeats]

Youmu having a healthy breakfast 😉

[kaitowotd]

Kaito's Friend of the Day: Byakuya Togami

Happy birthday to best danganronpa!!! Sorry the post is so late, I had a really hectic day today

[waffliesinyoface]

Fumos are now on sale

[positivefumo]

Kanye West - The life of FUMO

[cuntstable]

i keep forgetting and reremembering and getting excited about the ranni plushie my brother ordered for me………. planning a funny photoshoot for it….

[sprinklecutecorekawaiirawr]

I CANT STOP LAUGHING LIKE A DEAD HORSE HELP.

Hade fun while making this (credits to TikTok for the idea)

[passed-out-real]

Alberto Sordi Filmography Part 3

Fumo di Londra (1966)

The Witches (1967)

The Scopone Game (1972)

The Most Wonderful Evening of My Life (1972)

Polvere di stelle (1973)

Un borghese piccolo piccolo (1977)

Viva Italia! (1977)

Le témoin (1978)

Il marchese del Grillo (1981)

The Betrothed (1989)

[esuemmanuel]

Obedece a Mamá.

Una noche, de ésas en las que sueles encontrarte, de repente, con cosas absurdas y muy difíciles de creer, estando conversando con un amigo en las afueras de mi residencia. Pasaba ya de la madrugada. De hecho, era demasiado tarde para seguir conversando en la calle, pero, la verdad, cuando nos perdemos en temas por demás trascendentales y filosóficos, no hay nadie ni nada que nos detenga. En realidad, no había habido nada que nos detuviera sino hasta esa noche. Mientras tomábamos un par de cervezas y fumábamos un porro, él me platicaba sobre la relación que había comenzado a tener con una mujer que había conocido hace poco. Estaba algo inquieto por lo que sentía por ella, podía adivinar, sin que él me lo dijera, que había encontrado a la mujer de su vida, pero no quería hablar de más, no sin que antes él me lo dijera. Lo escuchaba atento, aunque, de repente, volteaba a mirar a las estrellas o a la calle, la cual estaba desierta. Podían escucharse nuestras voces y risas en el silencio. Seguro estaba que mi madre no podía dormir por lo mismo. Ya me había llamado la atención anteriormente por desvelarme y pasarme las horas con este amigo, y yo, como siempre, rebelde y desobediente, me pasaba sus regaños por el orto. Una vez, ya harta, me gritó: "¡Hasta que les salga el demonio van a aprender a dormir temprano, cabrones!". Me hice el sordo y salí, otra vez, a pasarla con mi amigo. Precisamente, en eso estaba pensando, cuando, de pronto mi amigo, quien yacía de pie ante mí, recargado en su coche, se puso tenso. Vi que tragó saliva y tembló un poco. "¿Qué pasa, wey? ¿Qué traes?", le pregunté un tanto preocupado. Verlo así me hizo llenarme de un escalofrío que me erizó los pelos de la nuca. Él lo más que hizo fue elevar la mano hacia su derecha, que era mi izquierda, mientras dijo: "¿Qué hace esa niña sola, en la calle, a estas horas? ¿La ves?". Sin dudarlo, me asomé y miré. Era una pequeña como de unos ocho años, vestía de blanco, parecía que traía una pijama. Sus cabellos eran largos, negros, lacios y podía verla andar hacia nosotros, se acercaba lentamente. Sin embargo, había algo raro en su andar. No sabía si era el efecto de la mariguana, pero, no le pude ver los pies. "¡No tiene pies, cabrón!", salieron de mi boca esas palabras, pero no sólo de la mía. Mi amigo dijo, exactamente, las mismas palabras al tiempo que las dije yo. Miramos con los ojos bien abiertos a esa niña que se nos acercaba, cada vez, más... y no... no tenía piernas. Ella flotaba... y sus ojos... su boca... sus manos... su rostro... no eran de una niña... no era una niña. Desde esa noche, resta decir, duermo temprano y ya no fumo ni tomo. Le obedecí, al fin, a mi mamá.

Obey Mum.

One night, one of those when you suddenly come across absurd things that are hard to believe, I was talking to a friend outside my flat. It was long after dawn. In fact, it was too late to continue talking on the street, but in truth, when we lose ourselves in such transcendental and philosophical subjects, there is no one and nothing to stop us. In fact, until that night, there had been nothing to stop us. As we drank a few beers and smoked a joint, he told me about the relationship he had begun with a woman he had recently met. I was a little uneasy about how he felt about her, I could guess without him telling me that he had found the woman of his life, but I didn't want to talk about anything else, not without him telling me first. I listened to him attentively, although I would suddenly turn to look at the stars or at the deserted street. Our voices and laughter could be heard in the silence. I was sure my mother couldn't sleep for the same reason. She had scolded me before for staying up all night and spending hours with this friend, and I, as always, rebellious and disobedient, passed on her scoldings. Once, when she had had enough, she shouted at me: 'You bastards will learn to go to bed early until the devil comes out!'. I turned a deaf ear and went out again to hang out with my friend. That's what I was thinking when suddenly my friend, who was standing in front of me leaning against his car, started to tense up. I saw him swallowing saliva and shaking a little. 'What's the matter? What's wrong?' I asked him, a little worried. Seeing him like that gave me a chill that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. All he did was raise his hand to his right, which was my left, while he said: 'What's that girl doing alone in the street at this hour? Can you see her?'. Without hesitation I looked out and saw. She was a little girl, about eight years old, dressed in white, it looked like she was wearing pyjamas. Her hair was long, black and straight, and I could see her walking towards us, approaching us slowly. But there was something strange about the way she was walking. I didn't know if it was the effect of the marijuana, but I couldn't see her feet. 'She doesn't have feet, dude!', were the words that came out of my mouth, and not just mine. My friend said the exact same words. We looked with wide eyes at this girl who was coming closer and closer to us… and no… she had no legs. She was floating… and her eyes… her mouth… her hands… her face… were not those of a child… she was not a child. Since that night, it remains to say, I sleep early and I no longer smoke or drink. I finally obeyed my mother.

[mlarayoukai]

Getting your art on pins is life changing. And I got it in fumo badge size by accident

[solveriss]

Essa tem tempo viu ✌🏾

It’s a  free country  so baby we can do anything

[monjardin22damour]

O fumo, os cafés, o gajo que te traz de madrugada, aquele parceiro que escapou, este que vem acordar-te, as carícias, a coragem, uma manhã com Rimbaud Se o que ajuda a viver, o verdadeiro, custa quase nada porque é tão alto o preço da vida?

_ Violeta C. Rangel

🌻

The smoke, the cafes, the guy who brings you at dawn, that partner who escaped, the one who comes to wake you up, the caresses, the courage, a morning with Rimbaud If what helps to live, the real thing, costs almost nothing because the price of life is so high?

_ Violeta C. Rangel

[brynnterpretations]

okay, i saw your previous ship request and i'm not used to this type of stuff but i have a massive 'the boys' brainrot so: why not? let's do this! 'the boys' ship ask!

i'm a bisexual girl (what an introduction) from eastern europe (yeah, these beautiful countries with delightful swear words like: suka, kurwa and pizda). i like belles-lettres, fashion, history, a little bit of sociology, art, museums, a little bit of everything if i'm being honest.

i'm kind of jack of all trades but master of none. i have a opinion on every topic and i like to research a lot but i'm not interested in doing anything with the universal knowledge i have. yes, i may know a lot about many topics but i will never pursue a bachelor's degree in any of it. that's why i like to write stories, essays etc. because i can speak my mind freely. one day i can talk to someone about alexander the great and then at midnight i will text you top 10 facts you didn't know about kangaroos.

i also like drama, but i don't like being in the middle of it. i will enjoy when things are getting more and more complicated as long as i'm not included in it. sometimes during in-group arguments i can act as the devil's advocate for certain person but it doesn't mean i entirely agree with them - i just want to prove that not everything is black and white.

i'm in the conflict between my head and my heart, because i make all my decisions by using brains and then wonder if i haven't left someone behind. with my closest friends and family i don't have this problem but with more casual friends i always felt some type of guilt after i did something. the same case is with my humor because i will most likely jokingly bully you if you are the person i care about, but some people take it too seriously and feel offended by it😬 (fortunately, i have a cousin who shares the same absurd and sarcastic type of humor.)

and even though i'm a extrovert i prefer small groups in which i know i can feel comfortable. it's because i deal with a lot of stress in my life and sometimes i feel overhelmed by my intrusive thoughts (mm, i know you will get me). tbh i love those friendships in which you can both be weird but also have a deep conversations. besides all the things i said i'm also more future oriented so i don't hold grudges for long. i also love telling people random stories and love when they answer to me with their own silly stories.

i gues that's it. have a nice day! i hope you're doing well!! :DD

Thank you so much for the request, you seem like such a sweetheart! I hope you like it. ☻

I ship you with...

Frenchie ♡

Boyfriend

GIF Source: @screwsupes ★ (link)

You and Frenchie have what is basically the opposite of a meet-cute. On a drug-fueled suspicion that the cashier at Fumo, a NYC pizza chain, is the supe that The Boys have heard is around the area, Frenchie gets kicked out of the establishment.

But you — bless you — notice the commotion and, both intrigued and concerned (because how TF do you get kicked out of Fumo?), went out to the parking lot. After a brief conversation with him, littered with curses in both French and English, you eventually are able to calm him down a bit, and get him the pizza he was going to take back to the coup.

Frenchie's quite charmed by you — you're a good conversationalist, and the boys really needed that pizza — and you two exchange names, but neither of you expect to see each other again. However, you end up running into each other in the city a lot, particularly at the local Jitter Bean or the scattered NYC pizza places not including Fumo.

You start out as casual friends, often sharing a smoke together (or coffee if you don't smoke) outside and chatting. Frenchie loves art, sociology, and other cultural topics, so you two have very long conversations about any and all of the above. And, similarly to you, Frenchie is very much interested in these without the distractions of pseudo-intellectual academia slop and jargon, so you two hold very interesting conversations.

Probably a month or two after this takes place, he would start developing a lot of interest in you romantically. You're funny, smart, beautiful, and you two definitely share the same sense of humor. He'd start inviting you to simple dates, like watching documentaries in his apartment or getting pizza and cheap wine from a late-night shop.

From the get-go, he wouldn't hide his involvement in dangerous work from you. Honesty and transparency is extremely important to Frenchie, and he believes that, if you two are to pursue a relationship, you should know the shit he's in.

And, you do! It's not the typical roses-and-candles affair, but it's extremely sweet, and it's extremely Frenchie; after a couple months of going out, he flat-out asks if you'd like to be together. When you say yes... queue the biggest, sweetest kiss + embrace ever.

You two have a lot of late-night conversations about philosophical topics, like life, death, forgiveness, and religion. As mentioned, Frenchie is endlessly drawn to your intellect and curiosity, and will gladly sacrifice sleep to be able to hear your input.

Frenchie loves you reading to him, and while he's not the biggest reader (he's more of an art/audio guy), he'll take on even the most difficult books if he knows you like them.

Because of your shared spontaneous nature, expect a lot of fun, random dates, like impromptu museum getaways, thrift shop ventures, and long drives. Frenchie loves showing you his favorite spots in the city, especially at the city limits.

You two are the creative duo, and your relationship will reflect that, with you two often cooking and crafting (he'll make you a cute, raggedy locket to wear) together.

As evident by his friendship with Kimiko, Frenchie is a big pet-name guy, and will call you petit feu (little fire), ma moitié (my other half), and mon rêve (my dream).

Frenchie 100% understands the conflict between head and heart — it's one of his biggest challenges in life — and will always be an ear for you to talk at when it concerns making decisions, figuring out what to do next, etc. While not as much of a small-group person as you, he respects it (Kimiko's the same way), and will go out of his way to make sure wherever you hang out is comfortable.

Early on, Frenchie will introduce you to the coup, which brings us to...

The Boys ☻

Friends

GIF Source: @vcugifs ★ (link)

You and M.M. are the most well-knit in the group. M.M.'s a very, very well-read guy, which is why you start talking; English was his favorite subject in school, and you two both share a certain love of belles-lettres and other literature. After he spots your favorite book in your bag and starts a conversation about it, you two become peas in a pod.

Additionally, you two have a lot in common mentally and emotionally, and you are essentially rocks for each other. You both struggle with balancing rationality and empathy, battling intrusive thoughts, etc., and would always be there for each other. M.M. and you exchange numbers pretty early on, and you can expect a lot of sweet, dad texts from him (you will be blessed with that anxiety-breathing-triangle GIF at least once a week).

Also, don't be fooled by his serious exterior — M.M. is a funny guy, and your senses of humor match up perfectly.

While you and Annie got off to a bit of a rocky start (she can have some difficulty with sarcasm and thought you did not like her ass), you two become extremely close. While you may see her mentally buffer when you make an off-key joke, she'll get it in a few seconds and genuinely laugh. She also isn't extremely familiar with a lot of your interests but loves learning new things, especially since she didn't have the opportunity to go to college and really immerse herself in sociology and the arts, so she loves taking book recommendations from you.

Hughie would be the same, though he'd take better to your humor — the guy's first introduction to the boys was Butcher, so he had to get used to it pretty quickly. He really, really likes you and Frenchie together, and thinks you're a sweetheart.

On the topic of Butcher, you and Butcher wouldn't really mesh at first, but you wouldn't not mesh, either. Butcher isn't the most intellectual guy, so a lot of your fun facts and conversational topics would fly over his head, but once you hang around the boys more, your sense of humor would click with his. Additionally, even if he wouldn't show it often (he's not that type of guy), he appreciates your future-oriented mindset as he tends to be a right-here-right-now person.

And, lastly, Kimiko: Kimiko loves you. Similarly to Annie, it took a bit for her to warm up to you, mainly because she's pretty averse to change and also very shy. However, as you found ways to communicate with her, she'd become enthralled with you. In the Shining Light Liberation Army, Kimiko didn't get any exposure to anything else but the Shining Light Liberation Army, so she is obsessed with your input on the arts and history, and loves to hang out with you. She'd definitely invite you to hang out a lot, particularly at museums and parks.

Honestly, I could see Kimiko forming quite the crush on you, but she'd never interfere with you and Frenchie.

So, girl: you've got a lot of good friends on your side.

[emiliafraise05]

O shit hi everyone

I hope you people are doing great! Damn, life and dating sim games distracted me from my fanfic plans. I’m stoked to share Touhou crossover pair fics soon! Perhaps I’ll explain my reasoning of the pairings once they’re out. But anyways, pls enjoy this fumo gif in the meantime. Hopefully my next post will be of one of the ships soon!

[pinkcocoapowder]

Due to unfortunately.

I don't think I can get the ultrakill fumos.