#mari shut up

[spikystar]

It's probably a bit too early to say this cause it's only been like four days since my dog died but I really don't see myself ever owning a dog again.

[eona-art]

more marichat doodles bc i am losing my mind

[celticcatgirl2]

No Freaking way….

[sharp-fanged13]

What a wonderful occassion to remember this happened and is canon af:

[rooolt]

it’s so funny because the whole season was spent with like adaine oisin flirting, Fabian ivy flirting, fig creating a woman for Ruben to fall in love with, hell, even people shipping kipperlilly and Kristen and me specifically making jokes about kipperlilly having a crush on riz, and yet the bad kid x rat grinder ship that was canonized was better than I could have ever imagined

[marsti]

JE SENS QU'CET ENTERREMENT VA ÊTRE UNE PURE SOIRÉÉÉE

[masseffectgayliens]

[jaylaxies]

he’s giving cunt and it’s turning me on

https://x.com/xiaoxxxlu/status/1779174141591175334?s=46&t=Qq1ejbBu3fIK3hj4d7Hj5Q

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for—

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

Today I indeed woke up and chose violence, because almost the first thing I had to think of was:

Watson during the hiatus probably being barely able to stand violin music ... And imagine someone somewhere, maybe in the street or maybe at a restaurant, plays a piece that used to be one of Watson's favourites. Their technique is impeccable, but they do it WRONG ... because the beginning is supposed to be played more quietly and the ritardando broader, and there is that one key change at which Holmes used to lift his left eyebrow while playing, but now it's treated all matter-of-factly ... And the middle part used to be just a little bit faster, and the change back to minor in the end used to sound sweet and intimate to Watson, but now it only sounds hopeless and cold.

And though the world goes on, and there is still music, and lights reflecting in the Thames, and the same blend of tobacco Watson always favoured, it all is forever changed by the absence of his friend, and nobody but Watson notices.

[fellkyd]

Would you fall in love with me again

If you knew all I've done?

The things I can't undo

I am not the man you knew

I know that you've been waiting, waiting

I will fall in love with you over and over again

I don't care how, where, or when

No matter how long it's been, you're mine

Don't tell me you're not the same person

You're always my husband and I've been waiting, waiting

[spikystar]

opening tumblr after forever just to complain about shit nobody gives a fuck about I'm so sorry to whoever finds it in the internet void but this Is my og internet diary so.

anyway fuck ai so much fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you

[killjoy-prince]

took the dunmeshi meme and make it mysme

original

[celticcatgirl2]

“…OOOOOH you LIIIKKKEEE HER….”

[littleplantfreak]

I can't go back to sleep until I write Umemiya pining after a girl who's busier than he is apparently so. I didn't really proofread sorry! :P

The first time he meets you, you literally fall into his arms. Not in the romantic way though, you're just running so fast that when you stumble, trying to skew your direction enough that you don't hurt him, he's fumbling to catch you. The box of books your trying to bring to the library donation box scatters and you're in the most awkward hold ever. "Sorry, really should've watched where I was going," you tell him, out of breath and sweaty. He tries to help you pick up the books but you wave his hand off, before saying a quick goodbye and heading off. He laughs about it later, remembering your hair completely disheveled from the fall and the way you went back to running to the library even though he's sure it's not going anywhere anytime soon.

He ends up asking more people about you, finding out more about you from them, than he's able to glean from his rare run-ins with you. You're as active in the community as he is, just in different ways. Walking a bunch of younger kids to school in the morning because they have to cross a busy street and the school hasn't been able to cover the crossing guard position just yet or helping run the fundraiser for a local shop's owner who's sick, your schedule is packed even when you don't plan for it to be.

Everyone can see him getting a stupidly goofy look on his face as he calls out a quick greeting seeing you on your way somewhere. The first time he sees you tired he's nervous immediately. It's totally normal, given how much you do, but the hunch in your shoulders and sluggish way you're eating the food at Pothos has his stomach turning. He's considering asking Hiragi for stomach medicine now. When you go to leave he's grabbing the fabric of your sleeve gently tugging, a little unsure if you'd be against him grabbing your hand. He's a gentle guy, but no one's seen him treat anyone that delicately before.

"I know you're busy, but could you make time for me?" He's asking, and you misunderstand his concern for you as him really needing help with something, shooting a text to the people you were supposed to meet. You agree and he leads you to the school rooftop, giving you a brief tour.

"What did you need help with again?" You ask, yawning into your hands.

"Ah..." He trails off because he didn't need help but he figures you must've thought that when he asked for your time. "Ya see this hammock over here? I'm trying to figure out if I need to get a new one! Could you try it out for me?" He figures trying to explain that he just wanted to spend time with you might go over your head, so making up an excuse is the best bet, not to mention he might be able to get you to rest.

You're not fazed in the slightest, having been asked weirder favors. "Yeah, it's not gonna fall over or anything, right?" It'd suck to lay down only to end up face first on concrete.

"No no! It's completely safe I promise!" And he's relieved when he finally sees you lie down. It's insanely comfortable too. You start melting into it, pretty sure at this point you're gonna be glued to it forever. "Comfy?" He smiles, knowing for a fact that it is.

"Mm," you mumbled a little out of it. If you don't get up soon you might just fall asleep.

"Think there's room for two? I heard checking that it can handle it's weight limit is important," He says nearly laughing at such an easily seen through excuse, knowing you're probably too tired to even register his logic. Patting the side, you scoot over a bit, waiting for him to lie down too. "O-oh no I was kidding-,"

"Umemiya," and the way you're saying his name, a little gruff from exhaustion has his hear pounding in his ears. You pat the side harder, punctuating your silent demand. It's a tight squeeze next to him, but not entirely uncomfortable, noting how big he actually is next to you. "Think you need a bigger one," you say practically in his neck due to your positions, setting his nerves on fire. Is it hot up here? He's sweating a little, feeling a flush climbing up his neck to his ears. You go quiet, and as he looks over you're fast asleep, starting to drool on his shoulder a bit, chest rising and falling softly.

He's the human equivalent of an exclamation point now, unable to actually move to get off unless he wants to wake you up, which is currently unthinkable. He's able to get his phone out though, and is texting Hiragi in incomprehensible strings of text all in caps, an excess of emojis flying into the chat. Thankfully, Hiragi's had years of experience translating what Ume's trying to say, and when he gets the gist he's thrilled. He hopes they stay up there all day, and his stomach eases reflexively at the though of his leader tied up and unable to cause any trouble. Umemiya gets a quick text back in acknowledgement saying Hiragi'll make sure no one comes up to the roof for the afternoon.

Eventually, after calming down his giddiness, he also end up passing out, getting the best, yet sweatiest sleep of his life. He also ends up with a nasty sunburn on his arm that fell into a patch of sunlight on the side of the hammock, but thinks it's very much worth it when you panic and start massaging aloe into it. Once you wake up, you realize his ply was to get you to rest all along and you're thankful for it asking if you could borrow his hammock again sometime. He's nearly tripping over himself trying to explain that you could come here every day and it wouldn't be a problem, in fact it'd be amazing if you did because he could show you how his garden is doing and introduce you to everyone and, and, and. He's got you giggling with the enthusiasm, before you shake your head saying once a week probably works better. "Maybe tuesdays?" you ask and he agrees, obviously please. "It's a date then." You say, grabbing your stuff before asking him to show you the way back to the front of the school.

He nearly has a heart attack at the word 'date' but for the rest of the week, he's so excited it's annoying, eventually a flustered Sakura yelling at Ume to "Shut up about your girlfriend" and he does. For about 1 minute.

[cer-rata]

"Pride fits"

Damian: ...You made a rainbow version of your costume? Jon: Yeah! I'm going to be on the Pride float instead of Kon this year, so I wanted to make a statement. Damian: With a crop top so scarce that it probably actually counts as a sports bra? Jon: Not a bra, and you keep looking at me and turning red, so I think it's doing its job. Damian: I am not-- Conrad: You gonna change your suit, Billy? Billy: I wasn't planning to? I feel like allies are supposed to look kind of bland by comparison, right? Conrad: Ally? Conrad: But aren't you like, genderfluid or something? Billy: Billy: Whaaat? Why would you think that? Conrad: You turn into a girl sometimes? Billy, chuckling nervously: ...What? Billy: N-no? I have no idea what you're-- Billy: Oh my god, are you talking about Mary? You think we're the same person? We've been pictured together! Conrad:  ...Huh. Okay in my defense I chalk everything you do that doesn't make sense up to magic weirdness. Billy: ...Well that's fair, yeah-- Conrad: And she really looks like you if you were a girl. Like, you look so related, you could be twins even. Billy, looking around suddenly: ...Don't say that again, for some reason the universe didn't like that. Conrad:  Conrad: Anyway, I think Jon's bra is cute! Jon: Okay, but it's not actually a bra-- Conrad: Babe, it's Priiiiide, go crazy go stupid. Maya: I mean if we're being technical, it's a "bralette" Jon, sighing in defeat: ...Speaking of stupid, you coming with us this year, D? Damian: You really want to sleep on the couch, huh? Jon: C'moooon... Damian: Even if I were interested, my current alias is not public, I cannot go as Robin because Maps is Robin, and unlike Drake I can move on with my life. Damian: ...And perhaps I'm just not comfortable with being so exposed in public. Maya: Hey, just because these guys aren't shy doesn't mean you gotta go all out.  Maya, kicking her leg up on the table: Plus, not everyone has thighs like these. Damian: D-Ducard! Conrad: Yeah! I'm not even going all out, I'm just gonna wear my normal uniform. Damian: Your uniform is a sleeveless, neon violet, cropped leather jacket and you don't even wear a shirt with it anymore. I actually think just being shirtless would make you look less thirsty somehow. Conrad: But you keep looking, so I think it's doing its-- Damian: Finish that and you and Jon will have to share that couch. Jon: Wait. Jon: What if you go as Nightwing? Damian: ...I'm sorry? Jon: Ask to borrow his weird disco costume. Wildly gay, not too much skin, and I'm sure he'd be down. Damian: ...But that costume is hideous. Jon: Are you saying you've never wanted to try it on? Damian: Yes? Jon: You know I hate it when you lie to me. Damian: Damian:  Damian: Fine. Fine! I'll text Richard… Maya: Woo! Peer pressure! That's what Pride is all about!

[inklore]

THEY WANTED TO KISS AND YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. YOU CAN'T. YOU. CANNOT. I'LL DIE ON THIS HILL.