#love u lovey!

[comic-khan]

we're facebook friends so we're married right

what’s funny is that my husband sent this to me when we were dating almost 5 years ago now… and now look at us! we really are married!

[sga-owns-my-soul]

reblog to give ur mutuals a soft lil kissy on the head

[mythryl00]

Heavy rain warning!! 🌧

[agoldengalaxy]

98 for the drabble thing? 😳

spotify wrapped drabble ask!

song 98: downstream - supertramp

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Sun streamed down in steady beams from the afternoon sky, glistening in the calm blue water below. A wooden boat floated aimlessly down the current at a gentle pace, as if both the boat and the people aboard it had not a care on Earth.

For long stretches of their ride, it was silent. A peaceful silent, like they knew that nothing could possibly go wrong on this Sunday afternoon. Mario was taking the opportunity to feel the breeze on his face and sneak glances at Peach.

She looked radiant in the sunlight, he thought, her cheeks rosy, her eyes full of light, an air of ease around her as she thoughtfully twirled her parasol on her shoulder. All these years of knowing her, and he never once tired of her beauty, both inside and out. He didn’t think he ever would.

It was cliché, but when he looked at her, he knew that she was the reason he was born; to be able to spend each waking moment with her, through each season, through happy and sad, through sickness and health, through tears and laughter.

“What are you thinking about?” Peach’s gentle voice interrupted the silence, a quiet smile on her face.

Mario gazed at her for a moment, then had to smile, unable to help himself. “I don’t want this time with you to end, Princess.”

Her brows shot up, and she seemed both surprised and touched. She lifted a gloved hand to her mouth, giggling lightly. “Well, then. We ought to stay on the ocean for a little while longer then.”

He gave her a small, sheepish smile. To know her as he knew her now was all he could ever need. He didn’t care about anything else. He just wanted to stay with her forever, whether it was on the ocean, or otherwise.

Peach leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his nose. “I used to be quite lonely before I met you, Mario. That life is far behind me now.”

A soft blush rose to his cheeks. “You won’t be lonely ever again. I’ll always stay by your side.”

They’d been through a lot. Turned a lot of pages together. But on this boat on a Sunday, everything was okay.

[solplease]

OH WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK

[obsob]

also i am....tentively........exploring....th idea of being aromantic uhehehh......if u r aromantic but still hve a partner i would lov to hear ur experience!!!

[crying-wolves]

hi!! why stress when you can be in a fictional world??

so i kept seeing my ex this week 🫣 after not seeing them for a year 🥴 and im over her but it’s like first gay love you know? that shit fucks you up!!!

i kept thinking about abby and how i wish i could text her 😭😭 like babe come pick me up PLEASE

so yeah maybe something around that?? i think we all need some abby comfort

You usually weren’t known for making mistakes.

Seriously, as overconfident and precise as it sounds, you were always the smart one. Level-headed in a way that pissed your friends off when all they wanted to do was go a little feral. Experiment. Let whatever happens, happen.

Yeah, you didn’t buy into that whole “let the universe make your choices for you” moonshine. Didn’t appeal to you in the slightest.

So why, oh, why are you spending your Friday night standing outside of a crumbling sports bar, rubbing at those tears that threaten to fall from your eyes onto the ground below you?

You guess the universe pushes and pushes until it finally has its way with you in the end.

Your fingers had dialed practically everyone of your four roommates in the past 10 minutes that you’ve been standing out in the balmy summer air, but, of fucking course, each call went straight to voice mail every single time.

Figures! The one time you decide to do something out of your comfort zone and everything starts spinning off its axis immediately.

The idea of calling an Uber flits across the back of your mind, but you really don’t want to spend anymore money tonight, having already handed your card over to the bartender enough times that you were thoroughly buzzed and feeling that if you checked your bank account right now, all of those vodka sodas would come racing back up your throat. Hard pass.

It isn’t until you scroll through your contacts for the fifth consecutive time and land right back at the top, however, that you stop to consider what may be the most obvious answer of the night: Abby Anderson. Fuckin’ duh.

Abby “Permanent Designated Driver” Anderson. The girl who has decidedly quit drinking altogether after deciding that she really wants to take her whole softball career seriously. Abby Anderson who is always, always wide awake into the deep recesses of the night, cramming for her 8am or putting in a few last minute hours at the gym.

Abby Anderson, sweet, sweet, Abby, somehow bestowed with the patience of a saint and the subtlety of a freight train, who will definitely pick you up, but won’t hesitate to ask what you’re doing at this ratty old place at 2:30 in the morning.

It’s probably a lot better than practically dragging your way home, so, why not?

You dial the number and she picks up within 3 rings, a little out of breath. You guess she took on the weight room, tonight.

“Yeah?”

Your body stiffens. Fuck! How well do you actually know Abby? You’ve barhopped with her and some other friends in the past, but most of those nights were spent casually sipping at a bottle of soda while you listen to everyone else converse and socialize. When was the last time you actually spoke to her?

“Is this one of those county cop calls that keeps going around campus, cause I’m not signing your fuckin’ petition—“

“No, no!” You blurt out, a little surprised at yourself. “It’s just— I mean, it’s just…me?”

Abby says your name inquisitively through the phone, sounding as startled as you are. “Hey…is everything alright?”

You scan your surroundings as if they’ll give you the answer that you’re looking for, and shrug like she can see you. Could be worse, you guess?

“Are you busyyy tonight?” You slur a little, and she seems concerned at the sound.

“No, I’m, uh, free? Are you in—“

“Could you, maybeee, give me a ride home?”

You think you can hear a ‘pause sound’ moving through her head, or maybe you’re just a bit more drunk than you thought.

“Yeah! Yeah, totally, just…are you off-campus, or—?”

“Mmhmm! I’llsendyouthelocation, byeee!”

You click the end call button and stare st the black screen. Since when did you get so frazzled over talking to her? She sounds the same as she usually does, right? Choosing not to think about it too much, the location is sent her way and, judging by the distance, she should be there in 20 minutes.

She’s there in 15. You hear her before you can actually make out the vehicle in the distance. It’s late. The roads are empty. You didn’t give her much context, so, you don’t exactly blame her for hurrying.

But her car pulls up in front of you like a heavy metal chariot, and you get a little anxious about stepping into the passenger’s seat in your sheer black dress and platform heels.

Neither of you say anything for the first minute and you’re rather grateful. Your insides feel like poorly melted snow, and you’re not sure if it’s the way that Abby’s gripping the steering wheel or the fact that she keeps glancing over at you through the side window. You see your legs shift against the leather seats, but your mind is elsewhere.

“Did you, uh, get to the bar alone?” She begins, tapping her thick fingers against the wheel, sounding like she’s trying to broach something, but you don’t know what it is yet.

You squint down at your phone screen to check the time again. Right. The evening started way earlier than you remembered.

“Nope. Came here on a blind date.”

Abby tries not to react like that shocks her, but she doesn’t quite make the mark.

“You went—! Oh! Right! ‘course! Makes sense…”

Silence, again. The kind that’s unbearable in situations like these. You roll down the window for some fresh air, but it makes the both of you sweat even more.

“Did it…go well?”

You purse your lips together and shake your head. “Nope. She was kind of a dick.”

Abby lets out a breathy chuckle at your answer and you decide to keep going.

“She wasn’t really that into me. Kept chatting up the waitress and interrupting me whenever I spoke. Said she had to leave early to pick up her little brother from his friend’s house, but she said she was an only child when I asked earlier, so…”

“Damn…that’s—that’s rough…”

“Yeah…”

What is with the both of you and pained silences? Seems to be something in the air tonight.

Abby clears her throat while you’re silently moping at the memories, and when you get to a red light, she turns to take you in.

“If it makes you feel any better, the last date I went on snuck out of the back door before dessert.”

You gasp, dramatically, and she rolls her eyes in the same manner.

“No fuckin’ way! You’re tellin’ meee that someone would actually pass up a chance to go on a date with you?” The utter disbelief that you stare up at her with makes her cheeks go pink, and she can’t help but feel a little satisfied with herself. She smiles, a little bitterly.

“Not as much of a catch as you think I am, babe.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Oh, I hardly believe that, Ms. Anderson.”

If there’s one thing you can thank the alcohol for, besides getting you in Abby’s car in the first place, it’s the extra push it gives you to go for the things you actually want.

“You know, Abigail, if you’re into it, we could, maybe, do a repeat performance of our shitty dates with each other, and make them…not shitty? How’s that sound?”

You feel the smile before you see it on her face. It’s like she can bring the warmth of the sun into any space she occupies.

“Well…” she starts “As long as you promise to at least tell me before you sneak out the back, then, we got ourselves a deal.”

You’re giddy with all that light she brings. And, you think, briefly, that sure, maybe you don’t usually make these kinds of mistakes, but at least this one scored you a date with THE Abby Anderson.

So, maybe, possibly, the universe could very well be onto something.

[sonhogentil]

Commission for @ariaAnomaly !🐱🦋✨

[hungharrington]

Steve is the type of guy to try push his feet over your shoulders when you’re bathing together 😔 just to be annoying

wait the way that you’re so fuckin right… i don’t know which way you’re picturing it but i’m imagining sitting between his legs and the moment you lean forward to like idk scrub your leg, he’s like wiggling to see if he can get them up there, over your shoulders, doesn’t matter if he’s slipping and sliding and taking in a whole mouthful of bubbles as he does. what a fucking goober i adore him

nonnie, may i RAISE you… if you sit too close to the edge of the bed while steve is on it, he will without fail, nudge you with his foot and try to kick you off- softly ofc!!! but you always forget about it until his foot is pushing against your lower back and u whip over to look at him and are like steve dooooon’t and he just grins and shoves u, til your sliding down onto the ground with a ☹️ face. he shows no remorse. how is his leg that strong idk man things. does the same thing when u tie your shoelace, just nudges you enough to knock you off balance — but half the time, he’s the one tying your show so it’s fair

[acourtofquestions]

“He'd deceived her, had lied to her. This man who she'd believed held no secrets between them. She didn't know why it made her want to shred everything within sight.”

— cause um… as you just said Miss Manon YOU CARE (& it’s even giving Chaolaena vibes in the I CARE way)… so like all I’m saying is you love him duh?

[carlyraejepsans]

flirting and rubbing faces together at 9 in the morning in the 3rd row of analysis 1 if these losers do it again I'm throwing pencil shavings at their heads

[seoafin]

do you think you might add something to the exposure therapy collection? It’s always been my favorite and I re-read it a lot 😭😭😭 I think it’s just so cool how toji could be a potential father figure or cool uncle to reader LMAOO. I also think it’s hilarious that gojo and geto still think reader has a boyfriend LOLOL.

If reader needs to fake that she had a boyfriend because she can’t admit that she was lying I think Marie could hook her up with a fake-boyfriend from the host club next door or her son or smth like that 💀 any crumbs I can get of exposure therapy I EAT UP. I really would like to know anything and everything you have to say abt papaguro bc he has so much potential to just… be a dad to read ykwim. Genuinely I just need funny ass scenarios where Toji entrusts reader to go to parent teacher conferences with megumi or tsumiki bc idk

ANYWAYS keep it up morgan!!!! I love ur writing !!!

i do!!!!! i have a special place in my heart for the exposure therapy series and i would love to add to it. maybe i'll take a small breather from ddao to write a little something...

LMAOOO instead of a family figure i would say toji is more of a raccoon you see scrounging for food in a trash can that you immediately feel bad for because it falls into said trash can and becomes stuck (you save it and it bites you and then you have to go to the hospital to get checked for rabies) anyway. don't mind if i steal your idea because why didn't i think about that first!!!!! toji is like yeah there's a curse at megumi and tsumiki's elementary school that you need to exorcise and you go and the curse is megumi's homeroom teacher who has trying to get toji to come to the school to talk about megumi beating up all the other kids 💀

[eclown4hire]

exposing myself as a arakoga (narukoga?) shipper once again

[fightzaynfight]

monday night raw — may 29th, 2023

💃 sami dances as the crowd serenades him with worlds apart🕺

[chiistarri]

doesnot matter if my friends hate me i an just hop onto genshin 🔥

[prettyboykatsuki]

sae has weirdly been my fav blorbo for a long time but when considering his type I've come to realise that he probably wouldn't be into nerdy or not conventionally pretty girls. + I don't think that sae is the type to commit at all like. he's just there to fuck around and then leave and if anything the fb trope would be more fitting for his character (imo). and everytime I read fluff about him it's just so ooc to me I can't help it 😭 I mean he does have a lot of toxic traits and could be considered 'a horrible person' but yea idk you always have this deep analysis of characters I was wonder what you'd think about sae and this topic specifically haha hope I didn't bother

i disagree with this characterization of him for a lot of reason

i don't pay a lot of attention to what the fanon interpretation of sae is and im sure this aligns with his image but i dont personally think that this assessment of his character makes a lot of sense. i do understand where it comes from though !!!

i believe that a lot of this miscommunication of his characterization stems from his relationship to rin, but i've broken that down as to why i don't think sae hates rin. in fact in his own way i think he views his own harsh behavior as a way to shield rin from reality (though it had the opposite of his intended affect) i also don't believe that sae is a vapid or shallow player off-field, and that's largely in contrast to his personality before he left for spain and after.

sae is always viewed to be cold, blunt, and serious but he is also deeply affectionate of rin in their adolescence. his major change happens while we're overseas and while we don't know yet what happened specifically - it's clear to me that something borderline traumatic happened. this type of change of character through rigorous training happens to kunigami through the wildcard system and this type of betrayal that leads to betterment is a theme in bluelock as well (i.e. nagireo)

im of the belief that saes arrogance and crass way of speaking developed largely as a defense mechanism as his goal of being a striker was shattered through playing in spain. in the same way kunigami views being a "hero" through soccer as a stupid ideal post wildcard.

sae is a normal guy outside of soccer. he even says that one of his major flaws is that he's pretty clueless about everything other than soccer. his least favorite food is fries, not because he hates the taste but because he can't have them because of his nutrition restrictions. his 'fetish' is ass because he thinks it can show what kind of an athlete someone is. all somewhat silly and ultimately regular things

all that being said - i don't think sae is a shallow person. i think he thinks very deeply and logically about a lot of things and he is indefinitely arrogant, but not shallow which is why i think it wouldn't make sense for him to judge on appearance. it'd be more accurate to assume that he's sort of dense and doesn't pay attention to people who aren't in his immediate circle. the assumption that he would make judgements on your appearance if you're just a regular joe-schmo doesn't quite connect to me. he's not insecure enough to do that.

on the issue of commitment - my only opinion is that sae is a character who values independence of sense of individualism in his partners. anyone with a strong sense of self is someone he is drawn to. this is why he likes isagi and shidou and often reprimands rin because he lacks a sense of selfhood and self confidence. rin only realizes that post the u20 match.

my point being that i think sae can and will commit to somebody but there's a lot more factors for a character like him that others like isagi or chigiri or kunigami who are naturally emotionally in tune with you.

sae isn't and will never be a 'romantic' person in the traditional sense to me but i don't think it means he's incapable of love or commitment. he has a hard time communicating verbally and saying things to your face but he remembers everything you said from your last conversation and pay attention to your hobbies. if you argue, you'll always find a vase of flowers in your kitchen with a note but you always have to call first. he's not Good about the emotional aspect because even if he puts in a lot of effort - it's never going to come naturally to him

BUT that also means if you're able to meet him half-way he's a committed and decent lover to you. he tries really hard to be and it takes some patience because he's sometimes too logical and hurts your feelings but he's there where it matters etc.

this is an essay SORRY KFDHJKSD. ive spent a lot of time thinking about him and giving him depth. and im not defending him necessarily because he is a massive douchebag for a lot of your early relationship. just not for shallow or petty reasons. simply bad at coping with his emotions and expressing himself because he's very prideful