#idk what im allergic to

[peachy-sxnrise]

I'm having an allergic reaction it started in my hands with a blotchy rash but now I'm itchy everywhere it's soooo annoyinggg helpppp meeeeee

[villowstar]

kris dreeeeeeemurrrrrrr

[monochrome-stars]

also maybe because these are super acidic, that makes them like that maybe??? sidenote however, lemons/limes dont affect me so maybe im just .funky idk

[valeriianz]

I've had this Dreaming The Proposal AU sitting in my drafts for a while. Then @voukkake comes out with this art and I figured it was time to brush off the dust and share what I'd written lol. This is seriously all I'm going to write so if anyone is interested I'm begging you to pick this up. I'm dying to read Dream awkwardly interacting with Hob's family (also @valiantstarlights suggestion that Betty White is Destiny?? ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT). Anyway...

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Dream is about to be deported because his visa application has been denied. He is in the middle of a meeting with his lawyers when Hob, his secretary, pops in the room to inform Dream of a very important phone call and Dream comes up with the insane plan to marry Hob to keep his immigration status.

He gestures for Hob to come over and Hob, clueless, wanders into the room and stands next to Dream, who takes him by the arm and tugs him just a little bit further to stand awkwardly close.

Dream announces their engagement and Hob stands there, shell shocked and feels his mouth moving against his will. That yeah, they are getting married. They are in love, sure. It isn’t until they leave the office, following Dream back to his, that Hob’s brain seems to come back online.

“What just happened in there?”

Dream grouses, head down, already back to his work as if nothing happened. Like he didn’t just use Hob as a pawn in his scheme to get around his denied visa application.

“They were going to make Morningstar editor-in-chief.” Is all Dream says, disdain dripping from every word. He still hasn’t looked up.

Hob stands there, still as a statue. His head is swimming with words, with emotions. Anger, disbelief, betrayal… and a small tiny flicker of undeniable interest that he hastily stomps out.

He manages to put the pieces together rather quickly though, while Dream continues sifting through paperwork.

“This is illegal,” Hob manages to croak out, brows furrowing. 

“Oh, please. The government looks for terrorists, not book publishers.” Dream’s head is still down in his paperwork.

Hob blinks, taking a step up to Dream’s desk. “I'm not marrying you.”

“Sure you are.” Dream sets aside a stack of papers and finally gives Hob his attention. “Because if you don't, your dreams of ‘touching millions of lives with the written word’ are dead.” 

Hob’s jaw drops. That was a line, corny as it was, that he’d used in the panel interview for this job. Three years ago.

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“Were you not in that room? I could get fined, I’ll go to jail over this. If you want me on this deal, you will promote me to editor.”

Without even glancing up from his phone, Dream scoffs.

“Absolutely not.”

“Well then I guess you’re screwed. Buh-bye.” Hob turns with a flourish and has to bite back a grin at how Dream splutters behind him and grabs him by the arm.

“Fine– fine! Editor.” His face seems to go through the five stages of grief. He drops his hold on Hob.

“And You’ll publish my manuscript.” Hob throws in. In for a penny.

Dream’s brows narrow and he shakes as if he’s physically controlling the urge to stamp his foot.

“Sure. I’ll publish your hack manuscript.”

“Good.” Hob slips his hands in his pants pockets, staring at Dream, deciding on one last nail in the coffin.

“Now do it properly.”

Dream cocks an eyebrow. “Do what properly?”

“Propose. Like you mean it.”

Dream’s entire body seizes up, but he manages not to let it show, distracting himself by slipping his phone in the pocket of his expensive slacks and clasping his hands in front of him.

“Will you marry me?”

“No.” Hob, the arrogant bastard, is visibly biting back a smirk. “Say it like you mean it.”

Dream takes a long, steadying breath through his nose.

“Hob Gadling. Will you–”

“And get on your knees.”

Dream absolutely refuses to decipher the thrill that shoots through his body at Hob’s command. Instead he keeps his mask of irritation and indifference on as he scans the crowd around them. They are still outside the courthouse, and the concrete sidewalk is going to potentially tear Dream’s Hugo Boss black wool pants.

So he carefully lowers himself, scowling as the smirk on Hob’s face only widens as Dream slowly settles onto the ground.

Once he’s as comfortable as Dream’s going to get, he clears his throat.

“Hob Gadling,” he glares at his subordinate from under his lashes. “Will you fucking marry me?”

Hob curls his lips in mock consideration, looking up past Dream’s head. He rocks back on his heels and nods with a forlorn sigh.

“Okay.” He still hasn’t met Dream’s gaze. “Could've done without the sarcasm but it will do. See you at the airport tomorrow.” 

And turns and walks away, leaving Dream to fend for himself on the ground.

[boatemboys]

Pop culture + martynnnnn? :3

MARTYNNNNNNNN (x)

[luhman16]

We're costco dads, of course we have our romantic date at the costco

[wizardnuke]

does anyone know if we have to roll that rock up the hill again tomorrow

[stormyrainyday]

i have GOT to stop eating things i'm allergic to these foods are not giving me energy all they're doing is making my tummy hurt

[spacespore]

HI TUMBLRR it’s me

[clone-nelly]

None of my comfort characters would support my decision to eat more cookies, so I don't have anyone to blame it on

[healingheartdogs]

How does one go about getting tested for MCAS...

[ducktollers]

speaking of tattoo apprenticeship im getting a tattoo on wednesday and they r so stressful now cuz it feels like a secret job interview except its not abt qualifications or skills or talent or professionalism (all shit im capable of) its abt making sure they Like you and being someone that would be fun to have around (shit im NOT capable of) bc ppl barely get any material benefit out of mentoring someone. and i have to have all the right answers but when they ask why im interested in tattooing idk if the chill “i love how tattoos allow u to take control of ur body and decorate it how u want and make it a home u like living in and its the most personal and human form of art and theres no greater honour as an artist than being trusted to engrave ur artwork into someones skin forever” route is most appropriate or the “i wasted 4 years getting a science degree only to realize im not built for sciences and its too late to go back to school for an art education and i dont think i could feel fulfilled in any other art field anyways and this feels like literally the only possible way i can imagine a happy future for myself and its like my last chance to have a good life” route which is perhaps a little Much even tho its true. so

[original-punks]

i missed this dress 🖤 😌

[dangaer]

it's 5am and i stg ive only had 5 hours sleep in total, so todays plans are to do everything by the will of external forces.

[raisinushigher]

stupid garbage brainstorming for possibilities w gandhi + abe in future seasons . normally id type the words out onto the drawing afterwards but this is just so cringe and self indulgent thst it doesn’t matter enough to do that

[arolesbianism]

Thinks abt Sif Odile duo looping au. When the two who can't read eachother for shit get thrown into the horrors together